#On his way to do DOCTORY THINGS

[lavendertoastmoth]

Wolfie: I really don't want to meet the others.

Louis: They'll love you! Relax :)

(I drew the besties!!)

SCREMAING SOBBING, AAA LOOK AT EM, MY SILLY GUY AAAAA

[diazsdimples]

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33 Doctory sentences for you!

⚕️ - Doctor AU

He deals with babies when they’re on the inside. Once they’re out, he steps back and lets Pedes do their magic. “I-I can try, what do I do?” he stammers as Buck fiddles around with the bottle. He measures out a small amount of fortifier and tips it into the pre-prepared formula, giving it a quick swirl before handing it to Eddie. “Here, hold him a little more upright, he’ll be less likely to aspirate that way,” Buck instructs. He wraps his hand under Eddie’s elbow, lifting it up until Milo’s in a semi-upright position. He hands Eddie the bottle and looks at him expectantly. “Don’t we have to remove his tube?” Eddie asks, prodding the tape on Milo’s cheek with the tip of his finger. It’s been far too long since he did pediatric medicine – not since he was a resident – and any useful information has been safely swept into the dark recesses of his brain. “We could, but I’d like to keep it in in case he doesn’t tolerate it, and we have to keep up the tube feeds. Re-siting it would just be excess trauma for the little guy.” Eddie nods, looking at the baby apprehensively. He’s still slumbering peacefully in Eddie’s arms, his little head tipped back against the crook of Eddie’s elbow. He can feel Buck’s eyes on him, waiting. He lifts the bottle to Milo’s lips and pokes the teat around his mouth, hoping it’ll stimulate his suckle reflex. When the baby remains steadfastly asleep, Eddie looks up at Buck helplessly. Buck grins back, looking delighted. “Have I finally found the thing that shakes the unflappable Dr. Diaz?” Eddie scowls as he runs the teat over Milo’s lip again, this time a small drop of formula spilling out into his open mouth. “I am not shook – shaken, whatever! I just don’t want to hurt him,” he replies indignantly. Buck laughs, low and fond, and rests his forehead against Eddie's shoulder. "You won't. Just go for it. If he doesn't like it, he'll let you know." “He’s still asleep though, shouldn’t we wake him up first?” Eddie points out. He thinks for a minute, trying to remember how he’d wake Christopher up for feeds, but he comes up blank. “How do we wake him up?” “Usually, we strip them down to their diapers,” Buck shrugs. His chin rests on Eddie’s shoulder as he looks down at Milo, and the proximity has Eddie going a little insane, if he’s honest. “Works a charm.” “I’ll be it would,” Eddie snorts, putting the bottle down so he can begin to undo Milo’s onesie. “I think I’d wake up too if someone started taking my clothes off and shoving a bottle in my face.”

Tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 and @tommybuckleykinard bc they were interested in this fic

Make Me Write!

[notvictorhugo]

Sooo I've just seen some beautiful fanarts of thirteen and eleven and I have Thoughts

So Im gonna talk a bit about Eleven and Thirteen, their relationships with Ten and Twelve, and the concept of 14 and why I think it fits so well.

My main thesis is this: Thirteen and Eleven are very, VERY similar, they are hurt in very similar ways from their previous regenerations, and deal with those things in similar ways. However, while Eleven gets a forced catharsis in Trenzalore, Thirteen only gets an optional one, which she rejects, forcing the regeneration into Fourteen and, later on, the bigeneration. Let's go!

I'd like to begin with Ten and a brief recap of his tenure. It begins with Rose, someone she knew from his previous regeneration, someone who, in many senses, healed him from the cynical POV he had adopted since the Time War. She becomes a bit too doctory, and ends up trapped in a parallel universe, largely because of him and his influence.

He then meets Martha. She ends up leaving him because he can't get over himself and his very recent trauma with Rose. He's on his own for a bit, and meets Donna, arguably his best friend in a long while. And, just like Rose, his actions end up with him being forced to depart from her. He is SO DONE at this point. He keeps travelling on his own, doing his own thing, a distant doctor (but a doctor still) who ends up becoming the Time Lord Victorious. In this state of Loneliness, he is forced to end Gallifrey again, and is saved by the closest thing he has to a friend at this point: the Master. He regenerates.

So, what does the Doctor do immediately after that, in his eleventh incarnation? When he meets Amy he decides to try again. This time, however, Amy is not a life-in companion, as Rose and Donna were (Im not sure about Martha, but I think she was one as well). Instead, he begins to microdose the Ponds, popping in every hundred years or so, seeing them for a while, then leaving again. After Rose, Martha and Donna, he absolutely refuses the idea of losing someone again: he is painfully aware of the time limits, and if working around them means not seeing the Ponds except on rare occasions, so be it. He is RUNNING AWAY.

Except, of course, it doesn't work. A lovely trip to New York ends with the Ponds being zapped back in time, a tombstone confirming they died, and a letter from Amy certifying that he never went back to see them, which, of course, means that NOW he can't. It's written, it's part of the timeline.

So he gives up. He refuses to engage, he refuses to take a new companion and, you know what, this time he won't even be a Doctor. He tried that after Donna and see how it worked out, no, no, never again. He is so tired.

This is arguably the end of the post-time war era. That part of him is definitely healed, and now all his wounds come from after that.

What happens then? He meets Victorian Clara. And she dies. But he's seen Clara die before. He's seen the same person twice, he's seen her die twice, and now here she is, a third one. His curiosity gets the better of him, but there may also be a bit more: for this woman, a death is not the end.

So they travel together, she moves in, and, with her, he starts healing again. This is somewhat similar to a Nine-Rose situation. What happens next?

Well, remember how he keeps running away from loss, what he was doing with the Ponds? This time it's enforced. He is trapped on Trenzalore, leaves Clara, and can only see her every few hundred years. He is forced to stay somewhere and see everyone be born, grow up and die, strapped to a chair, Clockwork-Orange-Style, to see his worst nightmare again and again and again. He lives through it, and Clara is there, always.

He regenerates.

Clara is with him, and she becomes to his twelfth incarnation what Rose was to his tenth. After many adventures, and after a beautiful mirror of Trenzalore in which it is the doctor who is forced to die again and again, Clara leaves in a way that mirrors Donna.

He could enter a second Time Lord Victorious era at this point, but he won't. He's been here before, he knows how it works, he's older and knows better. You can't run from death forever. He says goodbye to River Song and retires, but not in a hermit way, as he'd done before, but in a Professor way. He engages. He takes Bill as a student, but he will not let her become another Rose, Martha, Donna, Amy, Clara. She is not an equal, a partner, but his student and his protegée.

He also remembers. Last time, when he was in this situation, it was the Master who was with him by his side. The Master, who is also a timelord, who grew up with him, who's always been there. Perhaps, he thinks, there is the answer. He becomes her guardian, tries to fix her.

And, as we know (but crucially he doesn't), he succeeds. But he believes she -the one who was to be his friend- betrayed him, his protegée dies because of them, and now what? He gets into an explosion, but he does not die.

He is so tired. He's been through this twice already, as Ten and as Fourteen, and something like it as Eleven. Nothing works. His last shot, Missy, fails. He refuses to do it again. He does not want to regenerate.

Here's when Thirteen comes in.

She comes right after an attempt of giving up. It comes after recalling his friends (what makes his life worth living) and recalling how much she's grown via meeting One. Fine. Another attempt. Let's go.

But, just like Ten-Eleven, this new chance comes without any self-reflection, any attempt at fixing herself. Just like Eleven, she knows that she just has to run away, she just has to make friends, keep them well, keep them happy, and everything will be okay, just don't think about it. We sometimes see her brooding on her TARDIS alone, but she resumes her act as soon as Yaz (or anyone else) appears. She won't let the Fam see anything: the Bill dynamic worked well, so they're gonna be her students, not her equals. Not again.

So she's alone, perhaps more than ever. She has no friends, only students who she wants to convince they're friends to her, her wife's dead, the only other timelord remaining, her friend, has betrayed her and trashed all her previous efforts, and now it turns out the land of Time Lords, her equals, the ones she might have come back to, the ones she'd finally saved, have been destroyed again (by her friend!) and she isn't even one of them, she's an anomaly in an entire universe. And she HAS to carry all this on her back, not relying on anyone, not letting anyone close this time (unlike Clara-Eleven), AND has to pretend everything's fine for the humans she's decided to keep with her AND now it turns out one has caught feelings for her? Requited feelings at that?

Thirteen is a tragic figure. Unlike Ten, who had ups and downs, recoveries and reprises, and Eleven, who is forced to stay in Trenzalore and recover, she just... Dies. Carrying the same trauma from start to finish, and getting more and more and more and...

She can't. She just can't. She needs to stop. In these situations, humans somatize and just collapse, but she can't. So, how does her body force her to stop?

Old face.

Not Twelve, he was also alone. Not Eleven, with Amy and Rory timelocked. Ten, then? Yes, Ten might do. Back to an old face. Her TARDIS, seizing this chance, takes him to his friend, Donna. An equal, not a student.

But he still refuses to stop, refuses to engage, he just runs and runs and runs, never stopping, never sharing, never trusting. The ONE TIME he opens up a bit, it turns out it's to Fake Donna. Actual Donna doesn't remember. He powers on, as Thirteen did.

And then he gets shot.

But his body refuses. It is NOT giving up. It is not gonna let this chance go, it is not gonna give it a new face just to keep running from everything, as Thirteen and Fourteen did. No, Fifteen won't do that. The body regenerated eighteen hours ago: theregeneration energy is still fresh. Last time it had this face, he grew a new hand. Perhaps there's time for one last trick, it thinks.

[leonenjoyer69]

Could you ramble about your au?

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OF COURSE!! It's probably just gonna be a bunch of random stuff lmao, So! starting off:

Jekyll and Hyde come to find that Elias is surprisingly romantic. Pairing the fact that Jekyll believed that Lanyon wasn't even really capable of romantic love with the fear Lanyon had with falling for anyone or becoming vulnerable, it makes sense that Elias would be all that vulnerability. When Lanyon's out and about shopping, or just strolling by stores, Elias will point out things he thinks Jekyll and/or Hyde would like and will annoy Lanyon into buying it. Eventually, there are things Lanyon will see himself and just get without Elias's pestering.

Sometimes Elias lets Rachel do his hair while they talk (usually when Jekyll is too busy, or when Hyde's already run off for the night.) She enjoys it quite a bit, and it gives Elias the ability to ask her for advice on things (and it lets him eat more of her cookies, but that's not the MAIN reason) it's nice for Lanyon sometimes too, because he can get Elias to ask about things that he's having trouble with with less embarrassment.

Elias actually cares about all the doctory stuff Lanyon learned (and mostly forgot) from University. When around, he acts as a sort of nurse for the Society. He even got a run down on some of the medicinal potions Jekyll and Ito keep stocked so he knows what to use in certain situations.

He strives for approval and any words of affirmation, sometimes going a bit out of his way just to get that jolt of happiness when someone gives him any sort of praise. Elias receiving said praise makes Lanyon quite jealous, since he, of course, wishes it could be directed at him for once. He denies the feeling, but that doesn't stop the growing disdain he feels towards Elias.

Lanyon and Elias lowkey act like rivals most the time. You thought Hyde was annoying towards Jekyll? Well at least they mostly got along for ~2 years. Lanyon and Elias though? half the time they're just trying to one up each other. But! they certainly have their moments where they get along. Lanyon eventually finds that it's easier to be more honest with Elias, and sometimes they do have little heart to hearts, but also these two dramatic bastards do tend to annoy tf out of each other. Elias tends to fluster Lanyon quite often, usually going on about Jekyll and/or Hyde in constant yearning. Eventually Lanyon gets used to it and gets less visibly flustered, mainly because he was sick of all the questions he got.

Sliding in another little Hyde HC I have, Elias likes listening to Hyde play the piano. Like, a lot. He'll sit on the little bench all love struck. Same goes for Jekyll's singing, though usually Lanyon has to coax that out of him (though Elias can with enough pleading, or making him flustered enough)

they'll also occasionally dance! Jekyll and Lanyon tend more towards the usual waltzes, while Hyde and Elias do more swing type stuff (Elias can't keep up super well, but he really enjoys it. Hyde will slow down justt a bit, sometimes) additionally, Jekyll and Elias would also do waltzy type stuff, while Hyde and Lanyon would go slow for a bit until Hyde gets too antsy and pulls more of that playfulness out of Lanyon, going a bit more wild.

Okay! That's all for now, and also I'm so sorry this took so long 💀💀

[elwin-at-your-service]

hi there :D

i've figured out your childhood.

(this was from my kotlc adults hc's post. got kind of offtrack and most of this is based off no canon at all)

HOW ACCURATE WAS I? :D

ELWINN

a-hem. elwin's parents fought a lot and didn't pay much attention to him :(

he had a cousin named amarelle sencen

she was a couple years older than him and they were so close :D

elwin spent most of his time at amarelle's house

when he was 15 and amarelle was 18, amarelle's parents had another child

elwin was happy, he had another cousin :D

the child was named cassius (>:D)

amarelle moved out after she completed elite levels (she was an empath~)

elwin's parents literally forgot he existed most of the time so he moved in with amarelle

cassius was 2 at this point and ANOTHER child was born (elwin had another cousin!)

the name..? ahah no.

elwin saw his aunt and uncle a lot, and cassius looked up to him.

elwin babysitted cassius and the mystery child a heap, until he went to elite levels

it was around then he began to take an interest in physician and doctory stuff (look at me using scientific words /jj)

amarelle supported him every step of the way

she gave him a stegosaurus stuffed animal

he named it stinky >:D

elwin was so grateful for that he began to grow a stuffed animal collection

but stinky was always his most favourite

elwin went and got qualifications after elite levels and stuff

but he still lived with amarelle

she owned a place called splendour plains

amarelle was working as a jeweller, she often made jewellry for elwin to wear

(also when keefe was temporarily living in splendour plains, amarelle still owned it but elwin knew that the two of them had never met so he claimed it was his own house. amarelle was on a trip with a close friend while keefe was there.)

amarelle didn't have the best relationship with cassius

but she showed up to the opening ceremonies thing for Foxfire when he became a Level one :D

elwin came as well

he cheered cassius on the whole time

elwin gave cassius a special stuffed animal after that (it may or may not still be in cassius possession~)

elwin began to get really busy and he didn't have much time to hang out with cassius and the mystery child

he managed to make it to the mystery child's first opening ceremony tho

he gave HER a stuffed animal as well >:3

it was a unicorn

she named it sparkles

bc she thought the name 'queen pink of all things pink' sounded kinda weird

mystery child loved pink :)

uhh this elwin part's gotten kind of long now-

elwin became foxfire's physician

mystery child always got fake-injured (or exaggerated her injuries) to come to the healing centre to see elwin

cassius would sometimes drop by during breaks with grady

elwin had recently gotten a blue elephant stuffed animal in a hawaiian shirt and he wanted to find the perfect person to give it to

it took years to find that person-

also aro/ace elwin :)

he doesn't wanna get involved with any romantic-y stuff

not for himself anyways

he gives the best romantic advice to cassius tho

and his other patients

especially one who got a really bad injury one time named kenric

he was pining over the mystery child

:)

Thanks so much for your thoughtfulness in creating all of this and sharing it with me!

My own take on my backstory does differ a little. You got a few points right though - I’m estranged from my parents, lived with an older cousin when I first left home, and I’m aro/ace! But I think you have mistaken my youthful looks for actual youthfulness - I am at least two centuries older than Cassius (and, to the best of my knowledge, not related…).

If this is your own headcannon, I do not dissuade it in the least! I still enjoyed reading every point of your creativity and feel honoured that you clearly spent such time considering my humble self 🥰

[cosmik-homo]

Oh my god im still mentally processing the TV movie.

The master's whole Evading Death thing & The sense that specifically he deserves to take everything the doctor has, the doctor's life ,yhe doctor's body, & his life- the playing with identity between them, hes introducing himself to lee essentialy as if hes the doctor and the doctoris the master. Then "the childish dream of holding back death" as a soundbite reflecting both being A Doctor and being The Doctor and how it comes back w grace and lee coming back and.

"In the fight for surival there are no rules" the shark documentary vs dolphin documentary of it all, as it relates back to the master's own playing with identity and the way he presents himself to his human companion- as my friends and i called it, A Whole Palpatine Schtick- cuz. If one of them is good/right/deserving the other must be evil, right. And. Then the movie also . Like. Answers. The difference between them is the master uses people.

'You want dominion over the living yet all you do is kill!"

. And dont fwt me started on Take My Hand! NEVER! and how it sets up the way people have been writing and exploring the doctor and the master for considerable chunks of new who, even when the master's actual physical fight against his death is not present or emphasized, the idea that the only thing the master cares for more than his own life is his. Untarnished Ego? Last word? Who knows. But. Oughhhhh

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Judging Doctor Who: Twelfth Doctor

Disclaimer: this is all in good fun and I don't take fandom seriously

Good episodes I like

Deep Breath - The t-rex is a little random, but the robot plot is a delightful setup for a new dynamic. Also beginning of Missy's first arc!

Robot of Sherwood - It's so fun and weird and charming, and he's so grumpy about it

Mummy on the Orient Express - the mystery is intriguing and I love them fighting but refusing to acknowledge that's what they're doing

Flatline - excellent silly monster of the week story

The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar - Everything about this is so ridiculous and delightful. It's a great daleks episode! Missy stops planes just to get Clara's attention! She casually murders people because she's having fun being evil! The Doctor throws a depression party by breaking time travel rules! He's so full of nihilism but can't quit compassion! I kinda ship Missy and Clara I think, in a really messed up way

Under the Lake/Before the Flood - YES, appropriate use of time travel!! Go solve the mystery in the past!

The Girl Who Died/The Woman Who Lived - One of my all time favorite arcs. The tragedy of an act of kindness destroying her, the way she can't hold all her memories, the way she stops caring but finds a reason to again. It's so sad! But so compelling!

The Zygon Invasion/The Zygon Inversion - I always thought this felt like it was missing a third backstory episode, but even so the entire situation is wonderful. And the Osgoods are in this one!

Face the Raven/Heaven Sent/Hell Bent - Such a great arc ending for Clara, very Doctor-like of her to erase his memories and run away in a TARDIS. With Me as the ideal companion. Also first nu who use of Gallifrey that I approve of.

The Husbands of River Song - The whole thing is just so funny after so many stories of genuine emotion. He can't find a way to explain to her because he's too autistic caught off guard. That "hello, sweetie" kills me. Oh and they finally get their relationship concluding date night

The Return of Doctor Mysterio - I love the superhero theme, how lighthearted it is (despite actual brain stealing!), and the Doctor feels unusually Doctory for Twelve

The Pilot - Excellent intro for Bill

Smile - Delightfully creepy while being colorful and bright. Also, emoji horror

Knock Knock - silly but also horrifying and sad. Also, we should see Bill's school friends more

Oxygen - Delightfully anticapitalist, and I approve of the Doctor having to deal with a disability (even if the sonic sunglasses are cheating a bit)

Extremis - Another au episode! And the start of Missy's second arc!

The Eaters of Light - This one just has such a sweet sad tone and ending to it

Twice Upon a Time - It does give the Doctor some closure, and I like the idea of everyone's selves being saved like that. Also always here for the Doctor meeting himself!

Bad Episodes I like

Dark Water/Death in Heaven - Cyberpollen is ridiculous, I will always be mad about fridging Danny, and if he dies then Orson can't exist later. But it's here because this was such a great scheme and reveal for Missy!

Last Christmas - Not the most coherent and I always hate the hints at the end that maybe it was real, but I enjoyed it a lot. It's very creepy but sweet, and the fake out of the Doctor meeting old Clara really reveals his side of the companion trauma I think.

The Pyramid at the End of the World/The Lie of the Land - It was not a good decision to blind him then undo it, ok. It just wasn't. He should have stayed disabled until regeneration. But a lot of the plot was fun, especially the au bit, even if I'm not sure how Bill won made much sense.

World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls - I couldn't decide where to put this, tbh. There is so much wrong with it. It's a terrible ending for Bill, and bad timing since she felt like she was just starting to really settle in as a companion. It's also a terrible end to Missy's very good arc. But I like the tragedy of Bill spending years alone while the Doctor spends so little time, and for once it wasn't his fault. Also as much as I hate cybermen, this was a harrowing backstory and horrifying reveal.

Good episodes I don't like

In the Forest of the Night - I don't actually think this is a bad episode. I really like that the answer was plants protecting Earth and for once it wasn't an invasion. But the pacing is a bit slow and I thought having this revealed by speaking through a child like that was unnecessary (they should have deduced it)

Thin Ice - This episode is fine but didn't hold my attention well

Bad episodes I don't like

In the Dalek - This one was boring. And also it felt weird that Clara is suddenly a teacher but there's no line about her having a new job. Maybe they meant for it to be a time skip, but it felt jarring

Listen - Possibly my least favorite episode of the whole show. It makes no sense. They get no answers. Are these telepathic guidance circuits ever used again? And they absolutely should not be able to reach Gallifrey's past, right? I do like Orson Pink, though

Time Heist - Simultaneously confusing and dull

Kill the Moon - No. Just no. Not even worth the Moon is an egg jokes.

Sleep No More - Hate this ridiculous contrived plot, and hate even more the implication at the end that they didn't win anyway

Empress of Mars - It felt really slow to me for this kind of episode

Episodes that are kind of offensive

The Caretaker - The Doctor's attitude towards Danny is hypocritical, and unfair, and this only seems to happen with companions' Black boyfriends so I'm blaming the show for this writing choice

[arch-loebster]

Posting thoughts on the new special because I'm interested to see where RTD takes the show now that he's back as show runner. I thought the first two specials were super effective but I think the third one had a LOT of trouble living up to its own themes. I liked whole premise of the toymaker hypnotizing the world of 2023 through screens because everyone is playing their little internet games now but i dont think its actual effect made sense ? Everyone just thinks theyre always right? Like that may be a symptom of everyone being online in echo chambers and that could have been an element of the toymakers plot but its not the game of the internet. Thats in the algorithm and the discourse machine. It maybe would have been cliche but like i think just emphasizing the addiction to meaningless shit, hate obsessions, polarization, lack of media literacy or critical thinking, and more shit adjacent to the attention economy.

I think the ending was really where the themes didn't work though. The whole thing i think it was trying to do was like okay the doctor is gonna beat the toymaker by beating him at the oldest game. Contrasting the internet with a good old fashioned game or whatever but thats really not how the doctor as a character would approach that issue and it doesn't really effectively address how to fix the issues with the internet. The doctor should have beaten the toymaker with empathy and compassion and a little bit of outsmarting to really line up with the themes imo. Maybe for like canon reasons that would be hard to do because the celestial toymaker can really only lose if you beat him at the game but like, man FUCK the canon make your themes work first. The only way to beat the game of the internet is long form empathy, not more meaningless games.

Ok rant over.

Edit for the girls: Ok so there was another issue that i couldn't put my finger on and i figured it out. The punishment for losing the game just being kill the evil guy was really lazily written non-doctory behavior similar to Chibnall era stuff. I think I could've understood the doctor challenging and beating the toymaker in the oldest game as thematically coherent IF the punishment had instead been punishing the toymaker to a mortal life as a human. If that was the case then you could interpret the toymaker as this person so deep in the internet that hes totally irony poisoned and can only be freed from it by being beaten at a game, shown compassion by the person who beat him, and then forced reconcile with his own humanity and a truth outside of winning and losing. This makes a lot of sense for toymaker's characterization because truth and meaning are unimportant in his world AND THATS BASICALLY A PERFECT ALLEGORY FOR IRONY POISONING. And the only cure for that is allowing room for meaning in your worldview.

Ok rant actually over now.

[kindheart525]

It wasn’t much of a surprise that Golden grew more distant after the ferret fiasco—Swift had to admit that they had been pretty insensitive. He didn’t blame him for avoiding them a lot more. But he still couldn’t help but feel there was something illogical about it all. Golden seemed pretty convinced that Prophecy’s had something to do with this. 

Nonsense! 

It was merely a coincidence and Swift was sticking to it. Lemon, and even Swift a little bit, had been real dicks in other ways, but there shouldn’t have been such a fuss about a bad fortune that wasn’t real.

But now something was off about Lemon Wedge.

“Hey. You good?”

Swift lightly poked the stallion, who seemed really unfocused, even more than usual.

“Are you hungover? You know you can’t do that in this line of work—“

“I’m up! I’m awake!”

Lemon suddenly jerked his head up, revealing deep, dark circles under his eyes. Too much for a simple hangover.

“What’s going on? You’ve been out of it all day. You look like you haven’t slept at all.”

Swift’s basic medical training kicked in as he started inspecting his coworker.

“Are you sick? You shouldn’t be here if you are.”

“No dude, I’m just fine. Don’t get all doctory on me.”

Lemon protested and tried to push him away, though he was so disoriented that he missed.

“I got the night shift at Hayburgers. It sucks, it’s nasty as shit, but I gotta make a living somehow.”

Swift cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“I thought you were doing alright? You have an apartment.”

“Yeah, barely. I was.”

Lemon chuckled bitterly.

“I…”

He yawned.

“I lost a bet like, a month or two ago. I can’t remember at this point. But it was a really big one, like I could have gotten really rich if I won. But instead I lost like a half a year’s rent and I gotta make it back.”

“Ooh…shit. I’m sorry, that sucks.”

Swift thought of how awful it would be to lose so much money and end up in such a tight spot. Even though gambling was a reckless and avoidable decision, he still couldn’t help but sympathize with his coworker’s struggle.

But was it avoidable?

Something about taking risks, and how that would be his downfall. All demonstrated with a deck of cards, like from a game of poker. This is what Prophecy told Lemon Wedge. And she hadn’t even met him before! It seemed awfully on the nose.

And for something to happen to both Lemon and Golden was undeniably uncanny.

Could it be…? No. Swift couldn’t fall for it. Sure, it was unlikely for two coincidences in a row to happen, but not statistically impossible. She was still wrong, she had to be. But nevertheless, he couldn’t waste time worrying about it.

Especially when his coworker was literally falling asleep on the job.

“Hey. Wake up.”

Swift nudged him again, but once he noticed the drool coming down from Lemon’s mouth he realized he really was sound asleep. So he nudged a lot harder.

“Dude! Stop doing that!”

“I’ll stop when you quit taking naps at work!”

The unicorn pulled himself from getting defensive against the stallion yelling at him, assuming a more professional air.

“Look. You’re clearly too exhausted to focus. There are lives on the line in this job, and if you can’t even stay awake for a single conversation then you can’t guarantee you won’t administer the wrong medication or botch a CPR routine. You could seriously endanger ponies in this state.”

“But…but I need the money…just get me some coffee, I can—“

“Coffee’s not going to cut it.”

Swift stopped Lemon, even though he looked completely desperate.

“If you mess something up you’d get fired anyway, then you’d really have no money. Just—there’s too much at stake, even if it sucks for you there’s a lot more than just you. So go home and sleep until you can function at your job—either of them.”

Lemon seemed to have lost all will to protest as Swift walked him over to the office where he could clock out. Then once he was sure Lemon was on his way out, Swift went back to his own work as usual. 

Things sure sucked for Golden and Lemon right now. But Swift tried not to think about Prophecy, because that would mean acknowledging the possibility that he was next.

~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile: Gentle Sheen Previous: Broken Mirror Next: Blue Cat Crossing

Background by CloudyGlow

[shadowstarkanada]

Survival horror boo

I know Frogwarea isn't doing another Sherlock story (I think this new Sherlock Holmes they've made is compelling, and while it draws from other versions, it's finally its own version. I realized I did play some of the other games and they were channeling other Sherlocks. One of them WAS Jeremy Brett, another WAS definitely Benjamin Counterwlap. CO/TA Sherlock is his own. I really want more of this specific Sherlock Holmes, and I'm disappointed they don't seem to agree.)

Anyways. I think they should make John Watson Chapter One as he tries to escape through the desert, wounded, getting feverish (yay hallucinations), possibly doing doctory things along the way, while mystic forces are showing themselves to be real. :D

I mean, his modified origin story would be right at home in Silent Hill, no?

[that-anxious-enby]

this has immediately given me the need to read a house md x my best friend is a vampire(1987) crossover fic. or just a vampire!wilson fic in general. someone write it. someone write it right now or i will.

like one of Wilson ex wives was a vampire and turned him against his will (my pick would be Sam so the the fic would take place in house-wilson shared condo era when she comes back and her and wilson have their like reconnection thing, shed turn him as a way of trying to get him back in her life permanently but hes like "what the fuck" and kicks her out and shit) and he tries to navigate the situation alone at first, hiding it from house but you know house being house he can tell somethings wrong and tries to diagnose him. i imagine house would try to secretly do tests on him and stuff in his sleep or some shit and there'd be like a moment where house is trying to take wilsons pulse but its not there so he panics and freaks out thinking wilson is dead and is about to start cpr or smth when wilson just wakes up looking at him all confused like "house what the hell are you doing in my room" and house is all like "you... i.. but i thought.. nevermind." and leaves VERY confused and concerned cause he was CERTAIN he couldnt find a pulse, hes a great doctor finding a pulse should be easy for him theres no way he messed it up but theres no way wilson didnt have a pulse... right? so house would continue trying to diagnose wilson and would end up asking question after question about whats wrong with him, throwing possible diagnosis' at wilson until finally wilson snaps and tells house whats wrong and House obviously dosent believe him at first but when wilson somehow get house to believe him(probably using some medical equipment to prove the no pulse thing wasn't a fluke) he gets super interested, this is brand new to him, a new illness for him to dissect or some smart doctory shit like that, so he test wilsons abilities and shit like that cause of course he would. also wilson smuggles blood from the hospital cause that makes sense duh but because this fic requires some good old hilson magic cause you cant have vampires without gays, thats like a law i think, the donor blood ends up not being enough to sustain wilson in the long run, he need it fresh or some shit and so wilson and house work out a feeding thing where wilson feeds on houses blood and stuff and they fall in love and blah blah blah SOMEONE WRITE IT ALREADYYYYY

Can someone explain to me why rsl hasn't aged since 2004!?!?! Is bro a vampire?

[sugarakis-p2]

Big Shiggy Daddy Ch 9

Moth Shigaraki is such a good daddy (yes he is an actual father to a trap daughter), but a mean yandere, even though you are his favorite darling.

Warning: Yandere Mothman Shigaraki/TumorAFO, toxic behavior, pussy licking, bulging, knotting references, cussing, incel rats, ROUGH NSFW

You get to meet the rat king. yay! Nothing like threatening to be bred and then eaten to motivate you to "doctory" things for the mischief. Human Shigaraki engages in a dangerous mind game of cat and mouse with his insect counterpart.

Ch. 8<previous

Chapter 9

You are squeezing the girl too tight.

"What are they saying?" She asks in a hoarse hushed whisper. It had been days of grueling travel. They had been feeding you things you can't eat and trash they find.  

"They are discussing how best to eat us," you say truthfully. The giant rats were saying many things as they fought amongst themselves. You turn to Mr. Chew on your shoulder, "Can't you tell them not to eat us? Aren't you a prince or an alpha or whatever?"

"I might have exaggerated my standing in the community," he squeaked.

"I heard them say, Lightfoot. Isn't that your name?"

"We are all called Lightfoot," Mr. Chew confessed. You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips.

"I just lost so much respect for you," you hissed at him. He had the decency to look ashamed. You hand him to Eri, "If I shout run, you run. Follow Mr. Chew. He will take you to safety."

"What are you going to do?" she asked fretfully.

"I'm going to talk to them because that is all I can do. They are fast with the jaw strength to bite through swords. If it doesn't go well, run," you tell her standing and addressing the giant rats, "Hi. Thank you so much for rescuing us. We can find our way from here."

"You are not going anywhere. Lightfoot said you are a rat doctor," the one you rode hissed. Your blood freezes. The little fucker exaggerates a lot.

"I am a rat doctor. How can I help?" You ask politely. Panicking mentally and ready to run.

"The King is ill. It is Lightfoot's job to find a cure. Instead, he found us a doctor," the other hissed. That one clearly held no value in 'doctors.' After what you just went through, you kind of get it.

"I already explained it to you, dumb cunt! We can't find a cure if we don't know why he's sick! I swear, all women can think about are shiny things," Mr. Chew snarled at the female rat.

"Shiny thing! Where?" The one that didn't like doctors asked, whipping her head around. This was just sad. You look to the one you rode in on.

"Look, buddy. I have a child here and another one waiting at home for me. Can't I go home and gather some basic equipment and medicine?" You begged. He narrowed his beady eyes and loomed.

"Look, buddy. You are not going anywhere except to the mountains. I only stopped to let you feed and dispel waste. Humans are gross like that. The King will decide what to do with you. Don't even think about running, or I will have Lightfoot here chase you down and eat you. We are everywhere," he hissed. You look around at the forest. Glassy eyes in hues of red and black watch you.  

"What is with people in this world and kidnapping!" you scream. They cringe from you, then ignore you as they forage. You huddle with Eri and Mr. Chew, "What have you gotten me into, you little rat bastard?"

"You kiss your pig with that mouth?" Mr. Chew hissed. You give him a withering look. He manages to stop looking proud, "It was the only way they would help. I want to get back to the little goddess too." You can tell it hurt that his pride he had to get others to help. Looking at the massive rats, you are starting to understand where Shigaraki was coming from. A gigantic rat is hard to run and impossible to hide from. They can get into any hidey holes you find.

"What are his symptoms? It will help if I know what they are," you address Mr. Chew.

"If it's nonhereditary, I can help," Eri meekly added.

"Really?" You asked, surprised.

"I can rewind. But I need to practice a lot beforehand. Otherwise, I can erase a person from existence," she said. Eyebrows arching and wondering how impulsive you were?

"I honestly don't know. The King said he was ill and to find a cure. We're rats. We don't micromanage every task," Mr. Chew said. You stare at him. Rats are interesting and frustrating.

"Eri, did you want to stay? Is there a place you want to go to? Family?" You ask. She shifted nervously.

"I learned a long time ago there isn't a place for me in society. When things get bad, the most vulnerable get trampled on. It doesn't matter. I am happy for this brief pause, but I will never be free. I will be taken or given back. We will never be truly free," she stated.

"Holy shit. That's dark as fuck," you respond. Poor girl has lost all hope. It doesn't matter if she is an adult. A person with no hope needs help. Even Mr. Chew agreed that it was a fucked-up response. You wish you were smarter and knew the solution. You smile and cup her face.

"You are probably right. Let's try our best for as long as possible. Together let's blow on that ember of hope. I have to get back to my daughter. But if I can give you a breather, I will try my hardest to make it last as long as possible," you tell her. The rat's hand your various things and a raw squirrel. You feel so screwed and not in a good way. Mr. Chew suddenly throws himself at you.

"Hold on!" he squeaked. You all clutch and scream as the world shakes violently. Trees fall over as the massive rats cover you with their bodies. You can't tell which is more terrifying. The press of warm bodies, claws, and teeth surrounds you. Or the fact this is exactly like that night on the bridge.

"We  are so close I can barely stand it. Whoa, what was that?" Compress asked.

"Despite the precautions, Chouka and I are influencing this plane. We must hurry and finish the sigils," he rasps. He checks on Chouka, who is sleeping in the back of the van. He does not want her to hear what he will say next.  

"I have a mission for you. Ironically, you are one of the few I can trust despite you being one of the weakest and the least I have in common with," he began. Compress narrowed those soft brown eyes.

"Charming as ever. Are you sure you don't want to give this task to Spinner?"

"Spinner is easily manipulated. You are not. You are going home with Chouka. The demi-god will attack us. You will escape with Chouka and see after her. I do not trust Dabi or the others. Then, once you have my mate back, you will send her alone to fetch me. She will not affect this world, she can navigate it, and Chouka will be her motivation to return. Before you think you can leave me here. Keep in mind this earthquake reverberates in our world stronger the longer I stay and how that will affect your family. Unlike the others, I know your blood legacy matters the most. I will let you have the first pick of the females once this is over," he was about to continue when he felt a clawing at the back of his mind. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he takes a shaky breath. His knees grow weak.

"Shigaraki!" he hears Compress shout in worry somewhere in the distance. The falling sensation lasts too long. Fury courses through him,  that bastard!  His mind rages. He's sitting on the couch, pouring more liquor in your coffee mug as you drunkenly play video games with Chouka.

Across from him, sitting cross-legged and relaxed, is his human self. Smirking, arrogant, and pleased as punch.

"Mom, you have to jump over them!"

"I'm trying. Which button jumps again?"

"The green one! Press the green one. You're drinking too much!" Chouka accuses.

"Nuh-uh! I'm drinking just the right amount. See! I cleared this level like a god!" You shouted, jumping up like a victorious child. You stumble onto his lap and shake your mug at him. Kissing him over his face to get him to give you a little more. He goes with the memory because he wants to be calm when he talks to his human self, and this is a pleasant one.

"Far from godlike, my mate. Only a little more then it's bedtime," he announced as he ran his claws up your back. Pouring you a shot in your mug of Kahlua and milk. It smells more like Vodka than coffee at this point.

"Awwww," both Chouka and you whine. You pull close to his ear.

"If you give me a healthier pour and I will play with daddy extra hard today," you whisper, with a wiggle of your ass. He growls and pours you a lot more. You give a naughty kiss, deep with your sweet tongue tangling with his, much to Chouka's disgust. Her face wrinkled in a mock version of his own. You jump up to play more with Chouka, and he smacks your ass on the way. You giggle and plop down next to Chouka, who is instructing for the third time on the controls.

Shigaraki looks over and locks eyes with the human. Narrowing them in anger, he can't be fucking around here, sigils don't carve themselves, and time can run like sand. Even if it's a blink of an eye in his mind, he still needs to be quick on the outside world.

"Oh, so you can see me. Good. I was hoping to have a conversation. However, I had no idea if I would be able to remain outside of your body. In fact, there is a lot I want to know," Human Shigaraki smirks, holding up his cell phone.

"What a stupid face. You are so predictable. I see you brought a prop with you. I must answer your questions, or you will call the heroes. It's based that you have others do your dirty work. How are you different from Sensei again?" Shigaraki said, crossing his arms and flicking his antennae.

"Well, you ruined the surprise. I am and am not Sensei and Tomura. I'm simply Shigaraki. I have determined you are real. A hacker found your tacks all over my phone. The important thing is if you are real, then the child and woman are likely real. We don't have to be in opposition. I merely wish to come to an understanding and agreement."

Moth Shigaraki rumbles with a deep growl. His human alternative sounds so reasonable. It annoys him to no end.

"You feeble-minded fool. You embraced Sensei, and now I don't even recognize myself. If you want me and what's mine, you will have to come get me, weak little bitch," he snarled.

The human's eyes widened, and that stupid grin faltered around the edges. It is easy to antagonize Sensei when he believes you are already under his thumb. He stood and smoothed down the front of his suit before lunging at him.

"Rude! I wanted to be civil. One way or another, all that you have will be mine," he bellowed. Shigaraki mentally braced himself while opening himself to the human. His body seized, causing extreme pain even in the memory. The human is confused as he looks at his insect body. How is he suddenly in this body?

"This shouldn't have happened," human Shigaraki mumbled. Examining his claws.

"What was that?" You asked. Turning back to the game when he ignored you, examining how solid he is and mystified how real this feels.

"That's because up until now, you have been invading undisciplined minds. You can stay here for the moment while I work. Enjoy yourself. It's one of the few times she's not being a deceitful brat. It's always 'why' with this one. Perhaps spending some time with her will break you of your obsession," Mothman Shigaraki says, voice fading from above like a ghost.

Stepping back, Moth Shigaraki watches. He needs to get back to Chouka and Compress, but it is crucial to see his opponent's strength. It's not long before the human is manipulating the memory. That is not good. It means he must concentrate on keeping an accurate version of you while remaining invisible.

"Time for bed," the human in his body announced too early. Oh, he knows exactly how you would react while drunk.

"What? We just started a new campaign. Let us finish at least," you whined. Sensei Shig got impatient, standing, crossing his arms in an obvious threat. He likely wanted to screw and get back to call the heroes on him. Sensei Shigaraki shakes his head and puffs his ruff. Sensei is as greedy as ever. Instead of leaving, Sensei stays so he can continue to covet his life.

"Mommy, it's ok. I'll go get ready for bed," Chouka said with nervous disappointment twisting her delicate features. She ran off while you continued to give him a death stare. When Chouka was out of earshot, you hissed and rose like a pit viper at him. Crossing your arms as you stubbornly stand up to him.

"What the fuck is your problem? You accuse me of being a shit parent, and then when I'm trying to bond with my child, you end it early. Why? Are you just that petty? Fucking finger biter," you spat at him like venom. Sensei Shig winced.

"I bit your finger, and you still talk to me like this?"

"Yeah, because despite what you think, I am a parent first. I struggled because kids cost money, and it's not like you ever paid me child support. You promised now that I'm here, I can be the mom I was meant to be. Yet, you are being an asshole when I was just starting to have fun. When I was just finding you to be bearable. Fucking taint face, shitty butterfly, scabbed trash," you fumed. Sensei's eyes widened, and he burst out laughing.  

"Woman. Either you are stupid or incredibly brave," he growls back. Finishing your drink first, an act that would have put Moth Shigaraki on alert. When you are drunk, you get vicious and reckless. He will not be kicked on the dick again. You lean in close, narrowing your eyes.

"We know I can be both," you warned.

You tensed for a fight. He knows you will slam that mug against his temple if the human pushes you too far. Moth Shigaraki is careful with your emotions. Having years of experience with his grub. Patience is key with brats. For the most part, you are obedient, a lie that frustrates him because he must monitor you instead of you truly knowing your place.

The human in his body grins, his shark's smile large enough to bite off your head. Chouka runs in, placing the memory back on its original track, which is best. Fiddling with memories too much creates mistakes in what happened.

"You guys aren't fighting, are you?" She asked in a tiny voice. You spin, immediately changing the tone of your voice to one of exuberance and delight.

"Naw, we're all good. Let's braid your hair," you say to her and then glare at him before ushering Chouka towards her room. Moth Shig needed to add the glare. It makes it natural. He releases the reigns and allows this to play out. Truthfully, he knows there is nothing he could do to himself or Sensei to deter him from you. He sees something that confuses and disturbs him deeply. Sensei Shig grabs you by the wrist.

"I am sorry. I was impatient to be with you. I'm eager to please you," he says, gently caressing your hair. His claws lightly scrape over your scalp, sending tingles down your spine, making you shudder and blush. This vexed his moth self to no end. He had a hard time getting you to give him a genuine reaction that wasn't fear and anger. Not that he minds, but it's annoying the inferior human is eliciting a different response.  

Watching to smile and flirt. You did it in the past too, but it seems different somehow with him, and he doesn't like it. What he hates most is your reactions are what his mind interprets, or in this case, what he is letting the human do. The transition was subtle, and he had not felt it. When he dropped the reigns, the human picked them up.

"Y-y-y-you're apologizing to me. Ok, who are you, and what have you done with Shiggy daddy?"

Shigaraki is more troubled by this. That was a natural response to this Shigaraki that he did not create. Sensei Shig doesn't know you well enough for such a natural response. He will observe a little longer to understand this one's psychological quirk, then leave him to it.

"You are adorable and never dull. What is your quirk? What is your name? Where are you?" Sensei Shig bombarded you with questions. You cock your head at him and narrow your eyes.

"Yeah, of course, I'm adorable. My quirk is useless and none of your damn business. You should already know my name. I have no idea where I am. This place is nuts. You're acting nuts. Come on. Let's put Chouka to bed already, and then we can play together," you grin suggestively.

Rage! He understands now. Shigaraki did not feel it until he actively looked for it. Tendrils of magic, thin as thread, are splintering in his mind searching for information and gathering them into this avatar of you. Now that he felt them, he permanently severed those threads in certain areas. Anything that has to do with Chouka is cut off completely. Your past is his. He will not share that with him.

"Hmmm, strange. This won't be easy. How troublesome," Sensei mumbles to himself.

"What are you talking about? I'm being a good girl despite you," you grumble. His attention is brought back to you. Sensei smiles kindly, making you shudder in fear.

"No, no, it's not you at all. Here, allow me to make it up to you. Have a little more, and tomorrow I will step back and let you have as much fun with the little one as you like," he rasped, gently caressing your cheeks. You jump up to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Shigaraki cannot bare to watch this. He has to be a real father.

Gasping, he jerks awake. Compress, and Chouka hovered over him with worried expressions.

"Daddy!" Chouka threw herself at him weeping.

"What was that about?" Compress asked with a hint of interest.

"I fly in the ointment. We need to hurry. He will only be distracted for so long. I made it stretch out longer. But he will summon the Demi-god here. He's spiteful, if nothing else. Chouka, I want you to stay in the van and keep gathering energy. Just like I taught you. Your mind is a cup in the universe," he rasped.

"My mind is infinite and will not overflow. I know, daddy. I'm scared. I used premonition. I need you, daddy. I don't want to go back with Mister. I will be all alone," she started weeping. He growled but held her tight. Rocking her like he did when she was a grub. His heart swells at Chouka's soft little embrace.

"You cannot do that anymore. Daddy takes the burden of seeing the future. Not you. You are so young and frail. What you saw needs to happen. So, daddy can protect you and mommy. Then you can have a future full of safety and fun. I made you, and it's the least I owe my most precious little one," he coos.

Mr. compress is growing weepy and sentimental, watching the moth people purring and chirping at each other. A sweet love language between father and daughter he doesn't want to break up. But time is of the essence. They can't just mark the dirt. They have to gouge the earth and fill it with cement and a unique magical mixture, so the chain is complete and doesn't blow away. They had been toiling for days before the crew came along.

"Ahem," Mr. Compress coughs. Shigaraki lets Chouka down and continues with the task at hand. His cock is getting painfully hard at Sensei Shig playing in the back of his head. The fool has no idea how long he is spending in there.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Compress asks, pointing to his tented pants when they are in the last stretch.

"Badly so. Listen. This will be Chouka's first time jumping. Which means do not be surprised by the time differential?

"What? By how much?"

"Depends. It's like jumping off a moving train. Timing to jump off is everything. You may lose weeks or months," He shrugged. Compress looked stressed but continued with the work.

"I can't help him," you whisper to Mr. Chew. The rat king was not what you were anticipating. You thought it was a council of rats with their tails tied, like what your rat kings are referenced on Earth. Perhaps a community illness. But no, of course not. It's a giant three-headed rat that dwarfs the others. He's the size of a jeep, his white muzzles twitching, with fierce red eyes that gleam at you.  

"Well, you better think of a way, you stupid-gak!" he squeaks when you grip him around the middle bringing him to your face.

"Say the next words, and I'm punting you across the…cave," you mumbled around the clothe you use to cover your mouth. The smell of rat urine and feces is overwhelming. Poor Eri puked, "I can't help him because he is just old."  

"We live in a world of magic, you dumb….female. As you can see, two of his heads are fading, but the third is still vital. Put on a show of doing doctory things. If he dies, we are all dead. Put on a show, then have the kid do her thing. Trust me, the guy that is up to be rat king will eat you alive once he's done. This guy has been the best King in the past sixty years. He's let half his mischief survive," Mr. Chew states.

"Seriously? This is worse than Hawks. He mouth-raped me and threatened to drop me. Which I prefer to being eaten alive," you hissed at him.

"I need to practice a bit, but I can reverse him just enough to get us out of here. Buy him ten more years. Stall him, please," Eri whispered.

"He would only eat you after you brooded a couple of litters. Not at all if you produce a female. You're always so negative," Mr. Chew grumbled. Your eyes widen in shock. Processing his words.  

"A little human female. It's been ages since I've seen one of those," the most lively head said, squinting to see. The blind head on the far left lifted and sniffed.

"Really? Is she pretty? Not that it matters. I always liked how they squealed when we thrust into them," He coughs.

"Gnasher, stop. You're scaring the nice rat doctor," the first head to speak said.

"She can't understand us. Rat doctor. What a lie. Kill whoever lied and breed out the female to Steel teeth," the middle head said. Oh, fuck no! Your mind shouted.

"Excuse me. I've taken years of veterinary education. Whereas I'm not a rat doctor per se, I am familiar with Rattus norvegicus biology," that's not a lie. You worked with plenty of lab rats. All three heads gasped.

"She can speak our language. I am Heart. I temper the other two. The middle head is Mull, the Alpha head, and the one at the end is Gnasher. He is a great warrior. Come closer, Doctor. If you are to examine us," Heart beckoned sweetly.

You must make a show of this, your mind repeated as you approached the scary rats. Desperately trying to push Shigaraki's words aside. 'Magical creatures can breed with anything. One time my friend screwed a…,' a what? Oh no, a what? A rat?

Hearts whiskers twitched rapidly as he sniffed at you. Eyes hooded, he looked sweet and friendly. Leaning into any touch as you examined his ears, eyes, and teeth. You looked into his nose. He did seem relatively healthy. The middle head barely moved, and the third was vicious.

"Who is Steel?" you asked absently since all are called Lightfoot.

"Me," A giant black ridged monster growled from the shadows, "You look tender. A bit small for a breeder, but we shall see." You shuddered and made a big show of looking the rat king over.

"I'll need to run some tests, but I think we can help," you stalled.

"Then help now or prepared to be mounted for hours straight by the court," Steel sneered. You cringed from him. You did not want to be mounted by anything here. You look to Eri, who nods she is ready.

"My assistant here will use her healing magic to cure your Rattus gutta Vetus," you say, stringing together latin words. You turn to Eri and whisper, "You don't have to do this. We can try to run."

She shakes her head. A part of you is relieved and scared. So many things can go wrong. Eri stepped up to the rat king with you following close. You will grab her and Mr. Chew to run if anything goes wrong. Worse, you will have to use your quirk if you have any chance of escaping. It's been so long, and you are racked with stress. It won't work.  

Far away, Shigaraki was busy with his new toy. After the last time, he hunted down mind manipulation quirks. He had been practicing, using it just for this moment. He believes he has the perfect facsimile of the real you pulled from memories and impressions of you from this mind. He was surprised at how mouthy you are yet physically compliant.

The more questions he asked you, the more frustrated he was getting, however. This fact-finding mission was going poorly. You had prepared the child for bed, or more accurately, the thin air. This body was more experienced with mind games. Any questions about the child was met with a brush-off. Same with your quirk and any information about your whereabouts.

"What is with you today? You are not usually this curious. I have to be honest. It's harshing my buzz to the point I would rather fuck than answer another damn question," you sigh. Crossing your arms and looking off into space.

"If you had answered a single one, I would be done already," he growled.

"Why should I? Not only do you know this already you never answer any of my questions. Like why are you so obsessed with me? Why did you have to kill my parents? Why is my quirk so important to you? Why, why, why, and ultimately none of it matters because you have me trapped here. Ugh, I fucking hate you. I hate how you are being such an unnecessary asshole. I hate how you raped me and stole me from my life only to torture me with a bunch of fucking questions," you snapped at him.

Grabbing your blankets and rolling away from him in the giant nest. That outburst was surprisingly more effective than his previous interrogations. It had a tidbit of information that would give him clues about who you are. This Shigaraki had killed your family and raped you. There will be police reports on that. A nice little paper trail to you and his child. A minor slip-up that could prove fruitful.  

He explored the place to let you cool down. Outside was blank. The door at the end of the hall wouldn't open. He is sure of it now. This body is more experienced, and his insect self has edited information he could use. He shouldn't be playing around here for too long.

After La Brava hacked his phone, he has a damn good idea where his insect self will be. He tried to get her to hack the cell that he forwarded to. La Brava screeched in frustration at how it was impossible.

"It's like it's in another dimension! Please, don't hurt us, demon lord!" She cried.

"I would never discard someone so useful. We will call on you another time," he had dismissed La Brava.

The mystery deepened, and it excited him to no end. Did Kataro, father, have a secret love child? That would have been interesting but not as fun. When it pointed more and more to another dimension, he wanted more. He watches you grumbling and trying to ignore him as he sits on the lip of the nest.

"I must leave. If I capture this one, I can discover more about you than here where he has too much sway," he tells you. You shift to look at him with large sad eyes.

"I don't know what you are talking about. But it sounds like you are ditching me. Don't you at least want to try to have a good time? I'm really trying here. The best thing about you is the sex, daddy. So, won't you stay and try with me?" You question with your pouty lips. He becomes fixated and hard at the vision of you begging on your knees in front of him.

Your hand strokes up his muscular thigh, and he tenses at your touch. He should go, but something about you is too enticing. He can't put a finger on it, but you pluck at his heart like a carrion bird with all your cute flutters and daring squawking.

"You know I could hurt you in ways you can't even imagine, yet you talk to me like an equal," he rasps with a deep rumble. You narrow your eyes, scrunching your face into a grimace, and lift your hand with a missing pinky.

"As if I could forget," you growled rolling your eyes at him.

Squeaking in surprise, he grabs you by the throat and clutches the back of your head by your hair. Forcing your face up to him, thumb digging in your jaw to part those pouty lips. Plunging his tongue in deep. Careful when he realized his tongue was much longer than a human's. He has you gasping and moaning against his mouth.

He pushes you back, pressing his body down on yours, wedging his knee between your thighs, making your body open to him. Your flavor is sweet and earthy, like crystal dew clinging to a moss-covered forest. He feels something primal in him awaken. His wings spread wide, flapping as he grinds into you. Images of breaking free from silk. Wet and re-born for destruction.

He dries his wings in the moonlight, an eye out for harpies and driders. Two things set his blood on fire. Hunting and Mating. Shigaraki gains control of himself enough to pull away.

Using his claws, he tears the front of your dress open. Then he rips his pants off with a vicious tear that fills the room. Chest heaving, breath hot with heated desire for you, hovering over you rhythmically fluttering his wings beyond his understanding. You grin up at him with lust-filled eyes.

"Mine," he snarls.

He's seen that look in others. But they all wanted something from him, like wealth, power, or fame. Not you. You want his cock. It sends a shiver of desire to his core, causing his steel-hard cock to drip on your sex. You do something so lewd it spikes red hot passion through him. You rub his cum on your flesh, running up between your beasts before slowly licking your fingers with your tiny tongue.

You are so much smaller than him. In this body, he has to be about seven feet again. This had been a problem for AFO in the past. But he knows that he has been breaking you in properly every night. He has missed dwarfing a lover, and another part always wanted to try it. Your dirty little act and a few kisses are not enough for his insatiable need. He is hungry for your flavor.

Roughly grabbing you, he sets your knees on his shoulders on either side of his head. Clamping his mouth over your entire small pussy, he grips your waist and forces you down harder on his mouth. You yelped in alarm, clutching handfuls of his hair and an antenna. He grunted in pain, but he wasn't going to stop. He is strong enough to do this to you all day. That yelp turned into giggles of delight.

You reached up and pressed your palms to the ceiling, pushing yourself deeper into his mouth. He growled and thought, "Good girl." His tongue plunges into your tight hole. As a human, he's sucked dick and eaten pussy, not caring for it much. He prefers receiving. Individuals vary slightly, but the flavor is always salty, tangy, or heady, with a slight sweetness.

In this body, your pussy is like candy. Yes, tangy and salty, but the thing he tastes most is honeyed fresh figs. Oh god, he loved it. He felt like a starved hummingbird. Darting his tongue in and out to lap up as much of your nectar as possible. Swallowing noisily as you start to drip down his throat.

"Ah, Daddy, slow down," you moan, writhing on his face. A deep rumbling growl joins his twisting tongue. You moan and pant louder as the vibrations of his voice box hit your swollen clit. You are making the cutest bucks of your hips as your legs begin to shake. He licks over your velvety walls harder.

"Ah, daddy, daddy, too much," you whine as your walls constrict on his tongue. A rush of your juice pours into his mouth. Give me more. He snarls unintelligibly in your cunt. Pushing his tongue deeper into your cumming pussy. Slurping every drop as you squirm, yanking at his waterfall of long white hair.

"Please, Shiggy daddy, it's too much," you cried.

He relented as the flow of your honey slowed to a trickle. He lifts you enough to lathe his tongue over your puffy slick slit one last time. You look so pretty, like a fully blossomed flower. He grips your thigh and swings you down to impale you on his painfully throbbing cock. You scream so loud you could wake the dead.

In the real world, he will be gentle. He will take you in ways that will break your body and soul in this vestige. You claw with your blunt little nails for purchase. Watching a bulge form between your hips as his cock goes deeper.

You tremble and cry, but the exquisite way your body takes him has him falling to his knees. Giving and crushing inch by inch. You lay limp on the pillows, trembling, panting, and covering your eyes with your arm. Your hitching breaths and silent tears tell him he is causing you discomfort. In a moment of kindness and memory lapse, he pauses.

"Is this too much for my mouthy brat?" He asks, panting. You shyly look at him from over your arm. He cares for you and your comfort. He doesn't understand why perhaps because you are trying to get along with the other half of his offspring rather than curry favor with the demon lord.  

"No. I can keep going. Just…that was a little rougher than normal," you blush. He smirks. There you go, being beautiful and sweet again to a monster.

"You are so cute. I will let you adjust," he rasps. Shoving himself deep into your silky resistive walls. He knows he is kissing your cervix by how to shake from the pressure. You tighten, trying to push him out, but there is no chance of that happening, "We truly adore you."

"Who's we?" you asked. Shigaraki ignores you. He's being kind and letting your body have a moment to recover from his brutal attention. Leaning down, he licks and nips around your neck and chest. This body craves the salt on your tender flesh. He could drink your tears like champagne. Craves your worship above all others. After leaving a necklace of love bites, he lifts back to his knees, holding out his hands for you.

"Give me your wrists. This will hurt, but I want to experience this once without it being messy."

Your face knits in concern, your brows touching, as you do as you are told. Coyly you place your hands in his. He grips them and begins to pull you violently against his thrusting hips. You mewled but took it. The contact of your bodies made a loud slapping sound. He can see your thighs and pussy reddening. Each sweet impact causes a mini explosion of pleasure.

Your tits are pressed together like this jiggle and bounce. He's big enough to lean down and suck them, so he does, quickly leaning down and sucking both hard nipples in his mouth. Shigaraki's thrusts must become more swallow for this, but he loves it. Your moans turned from gasping pain to breaths of pleasure. You giggle as the feelers he has no control over tickle at your neck.   

"Daddy, no tickle torture," you whined. Your walls stroke him like burning coals with your struggles. The tantalizing bell tones of your laughter run down his spine in shivers of delight to his core. His thrusting increases in tempo as the embers of bliss pop in him, setting his blood on fire. Flaring with the pump of his heart. Heating to the tip of his claws from the bundle building in his center.

"Dammit, Shiggy, that tickles so much it almost hurts more than your cock. Keep it up, and I'm going to piss on you," you hiss with more hitching moans.

"Go ahead. I dare you. This feels too good. I'm not going to stop, whiny brat," he growls around your pert nipples. Bucking deeper into your warmth. A fire is kindling in you as well. Your greedy pussy is getting tighter and wetter by the second.

You are pulling the flames of desire straight out of him. Hotter, and hotter. He is melting into you. It's painful. He's burning so hot, heart and head pounding as he humps you with a desperate need for release.  

He erupts without warning in ecstasy. He throws his head back, roaring with indescribable ache and white-hot pleasure. His curtain of hair floated with the dancing of his beating wings. His eyes roll, teeth clicking, heart pounding with the pulse of his spasming hot cock knotted deep in you. His groggy mind feels possessed with satisfaction. As if he had just completed a primal necessity. The sensations are renewed when your silky walls grip like a fist on his knot.

"AHHHHH, Daddy!" You screamed. Writhing against him as his hips rotate, getting what little extra friction he can while firmly tied to you. Jets of cum shoot into your welcoming cunt, so much a mixture of both your juices run down his thighs and your ass like a waterfall.

His eyes lock onto your pained lewd face, gasping hot breath, back arching to him, while your chest heaves. It is a beautiful sight he wants etched in his mind. Your tight little body milks him while coaxing shivers of bliss from his core. You look broken and destroyed by him. It forces him to think of ways to hunt down the real you.

How is it fair this insect found relief from the hungry itch? It consumes us while we work so damn hard. We do everything, and yet we have nothing to show for it. Look at this body. It's perfection. It is strong enough to hold us. We should take it, His mind seethed.

Your whimpers bring his fucked-out mind back. He releases his grip. Ashamed that he has bruised the delicate skin on your wrists. With shaky arms, you reach up and wrap around his neck. Nuzzling against his chest, his fur clinging to your sweating flesh. A waft of citrus annoyed him. This body even smelled better!

Shigaraki didn't feel like leaving yet. You are still snuggly around his knot and cuddling him like a lover. It feels too good to be worshiped like this. He deserves to be worshipped like this. Tangling his claws in your damp hair, inhaling your scent, rumbling purrs, and coos. A strange thing that comes naturally without effort on his part. Sore, body aching from his attentions.

"Why are you not pregnant? Are you on contraceptives?" He wonders aloud, feeling his seed pool between the two of you. The moment the words slipped past his lips, he felt a spike of pain run through him. An overwhelming pressure of hate baring down on him like a physical presence. He feels himself being expelled once again from you and this vestige world.

"Contraceptive? What are contraceptives?" Shigaraki questions Mr. Compress in the physical world.

Who shrugs and continues to order the construction crew about. Shigaraki will ask the praying mantis when he comes. Although he has a sneaking suspicion what it is, and he is enraged you tricked him. It distracted him and released the bastard human too soon. It's too late now.

He's exhausted and thankful his hard-on is finally gone. He has been unable to touch his daughter because of the damn thing. It hurt to the point he thought it might fall off. He crawls into the van and snuggles next to Chouka before the dawn light touches him. Tomorrow was the big day.

The demon lord sat up, gasping for air. Confused as he looked around the hospital room.

"Shigaraki, you are awake," Spinner fretted. Pain, a spike of a dull ache, throbbed in every joint.

"What the hell happened?" He mumbled.

"That is what we would like to know. I found you passed out in your office with some satanic-looking stuff around. I couldn't wake you. The doctors said you were severely dehydrated. Which should be impossible," Spinner answered.

Yes, it should have been impossible with his regeneration. Sudden panic set in. Had he been bested by a lowly insect?

"What day is it?" He asked, jolting upright and regretting it.

"It's Friday. You've been out for three days," Spinner looked to the door to call a doctor.

"That sneaky bug. He is much cleverer than I thought. Even at full regeneration, I won't be able to stop them in time. Not with his strength and other unknown quirks. Spinner, hand me my phone," he ordered, his hoarse throat cracking his voice.

Spinner was quick and obedient as always. He might have died without knowing until it was too late if he had not found him. He finds the number he was looking for. With shaky hands, he waits for an answer.

"Hello," the familiar voice with a light crybaby lilt answered.

"Izuku Midoriya. It's your good friend, the Demon Lord," he rasped with a cheerful mock. Deku sighed. He could hear Deku rubbing his temples over the phone and relished it.

"What do you want, Shigaraki?" Deku snarked.

"Is that any way to talk to a good buddy? After all, I was calling to help you out. A family member of mine plans to commit a crime in your territory. Normally I wouldn't get involved, but I suspect his wife and daughter are with him. I'm asking for their safe return and to go easy during the arrest. He is very precious to me and as well as to Nana Shimura," he explained casually. There was a long eerie silence before Deku answered.

"I can't arrest someone until they commit a crime. Give me the address, and we'll keep an eye on things," Deku groaned.

"Absolutely. You will take care not to kill him, yes?"

"What kind of question is that? We both know you're the killer out of the two of us. Call my agency to leave the details. Talking to you makes my flesh crawl," Deku sneered before hanging up.

He laid back down and forced his regeneration quirk. He should have you and his daughter in his arms when he wakes up. Shigaraki smirked at the dimly lit white ceiling.

"What was that about?" Spinner asked.

"Never mind. Spinner, old friend, be a dear and prepare a cell deep underground for a special guest. Also, see that my interior designer makes a room cozy for a civilian woman. Not a whore, and another for a child of about eight or ten. But make sure both are escape proof," he rasped, drifting to sleep. Spinner looked concerned but did as instructed. He closes his eyes and wonders what you are doing right now.

"Swarm the city," you ordered the rats. Your voice boomed like a thousand beasts roaring. They would never dream of disobeying the animal queen's orders. You and Eri needed time to prepare for your arrival. She hugged you tighter on top of the rat king's back.

"Now that's being a true alpha bitch," Mr. Chew praised.

Chapter 10: The train

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies. 

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear. 

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something. 

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount. 

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs. 

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things. 

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it. 

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal. 

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening. 

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them. 

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only). 

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there. 

[panlight]

Carlisle is just a doctor right? Not a surgeon? I wonder if he doesn't do surgery because of how weird his record would be. We know complications and death occur because of human error. If the error is big enough, Carlisle would only be losing a small amount of patients which would really be... Interesting? If surgeons lose only (made up #) 20 patients a year and he only loses 5, that would be a pretty prominent thing, right?

I could see why he only sticks to broken bones and scratches. Even if his work is exemplary, no one would notice if a bone is reset like a god lol.

Charlie describes him as a 'brilliant surgeon.' But it sounds like he works in Emergency Medicine, at least in Forks.

Honestly I think SM just doesn't really know much about the medical field or the realities of it. This is pretty obvious. He's a doctor like a doctor on a sitcom or in a cartoon is a doctor: he does whatever doctory things she needs him to do, regardless of what his actual job or specialty is.

And like sure, you can handwave it a bit with him having been a doctor so long, he's probably done it all, but it just reads as like, lazy writer lazily writing vague doctor character to me. It's similar with this weird idea that Edward and Rosalie sometimes go to medical school in his place to "keep him current." A) how would this help? Do they come home from class and just info dump word for word everything they said? and B) surely he's keeping current by like, actively working in the field, and reading medical journals, and going to conferences etc etc. That would be way more valuable in terms of keeping current than sending one of the kids to school. Personally I think it makes more sense Edward went to med school because he wants to be just like his hero Carlisle and Rosalie went because Edward was bragging about his medical degrees and she was all "What, like it's hard?" and did it just to prove she could and Edward's not special.

Back in the day he would have been excellent as a surgeon because the best thing you could be was fast. When there was no anesthetic and no understanding of germs you just wanted a surgeon who could do it quickly. Carlisle would have been good at that with vampire reflexes. It was probably also a flex on vampirism like "not only will I not drink human blood, I will be up to my elbows in it daily, take that blood thirst!"

But in the modern era it probably works best for him to do things like emergency medicine. People show up and he takes care of them and maybe follows up with a phone call to make sure they actually followed up with their primary, but otherwise doesn't have a long term relationship with his patients, which is a good thing in terms of secrecy and privacy. If he were, say, a pediatrician treating a kid all throughout their childhood that's a lot more risky in terms of someone noticing "hey my kid has aged 10 years and you have . . . not." Likewise a surgeon would be meeting with patients at least a few times over the course of their treatment: consultations, the actual surgery, recovery, follow ups.

Again, though, I don't think SM thought about any of this and he's basically a doctor in the way that Dr. Hibbert is a doctor on The Simpsons. If the story needs someone to set a bone or treat a sick child or perform an invasive surgery or deliver a baby or prescribe meds, it's all the same guy. Or, well, sometimes it's Dr. Nick instead, but same idea.

[ssaalexblake]

@sapphichymns I blame the fandom for this. Every single time the Doctor displays a bit of anger, it always gets "categorised" as the Doctor being Time Lord Victorious. Somehow, to quote a circlejerk reddit post, an intense and specific masculine anger became the most important part of the character.

Honesty, this is only kind of tertiarily related, but i have a complicated relationship with the fandom’s perception of the doctor’s anger these days, which is probably why this is annoying me now more than ever even though i never liked it, because i’ve always found 13′s displayed very traditionally female anger, and it appears to be absolutely Driving People Up A Wall. 

Which fits in with what you said above.

I actually am kind of fond of 13′s bitten down anger because she’s not swallowing it down and hiding it because of any kind of female socialization, the kind where we learn we have to hold it in or we’re not taken seriously, she’s doing it because she’s trying Very hard to be 12′s last wish ideal of a good person? And that includes being happy and kind and happy and kind people don’t go around angrily yelling at people who aren’t very bad awful villains.  So it makes sense plot wise that she’d act this way and Isn’t just ‘the doctor’s a girl now obviously she’d act like one!’ like they’ve not spent their last few thousands of years being perceived and treated like a man and gotten used to the emotional leg room that allows them. 

I mean, it’s personal taste, but i like it. 

But i Still, even this week i had this! Get comments on my posts with people saying they can’t wait for her to snap and actually be properly angry just like How The Doctor Is. Like that’s the base line of their character. Like she’s not been angry multiple times in her run so far just because she’s not displaying all that traditionally masculine anger and screaming the place down with aggrandized speeches.

She Does snap, she Has snapped. She’s been angry a lot of the time. But it doesn’t Count anymore if it’s not ten’s brand of super masculine toxic level anger and entitlement. Like, 13′s not-actually-yelling but arrogant angry speech in the cellar was a snap for her. Her shoving the master on his ass was a snap for her. And those are just the Big moments in a sea of smaller ones. 

And 13′s just Not The Doctor to them and aside from a lot of things i could say to that pronouncement, i have to wonder exactly How much peoples perception of the doctor being defined by that super masculine anger, and always 2 steps away from being all time lord victorious again if they get even mildly annoyed, is playing into that perception of ‘she is not the doctor’. Because she really Isn’t like that because she’s displaying far more traditionally female anger than anything else. She Is angry, but it’s not Doctory enough for them because that is a code word for toxic masculinity in this case. 

I just. Really hate the perception of time lord victorious. And i hate it more these days because of reactions to 13. 

[cosmik-homo]

The Thing w Missy 2 is he's Sexy because it's fun and because its fun for Me to have and draw hot sexy cuntenserven evil poses and fits but also everything in his narrative Works OK I'm not just doing this. It's a reflection of the same boredom and attention neediness and desire to be The Most that made The Master what it is and that made him not want to be the master anymore, packed in our, and he's exploring the gaps between his self in and out of that role, and like. The reality of being Close to the doctor when suddenly you have to just, yknow, go do shit together it's less Grand then every encounter being a fight to the death, amd that whole thing was Like That in the first place because his desire for the Doctor's attention- AND he's trying to be social around people in a way he hasn't truly been for a thousand years now, having relied on sowing fear and killin goons, While deeply terrified of not being liked, so of course he's going to Play To His Assests* and be overtly Alluring and Agreeable, of course his new role he's trying to build around being like even vaguely Cooperative and Helpful is gonna be Steeped in the language of intentional playful demureness, brought to 11 cuz he loves preforming a role to the max.

*it's quite important to me that Body Wise Missy does not have a particularly androgynous face or shape.

He NEEDS everyone to go ohhh don't kill yourself you're so sexyy so badly he is willing to embarrasse himself** for it.

**being effeminate and horny is Mot Embarassing not even remotely the meaning here. This is about how time lord culture- and you can see this in master and doctor outfits throughout the ages- shows very little skin. And I've extrapolated Romana's fits to mean younger generations and students are more lenient about it, and I think get more lenient over time- but it's still like. (Missy voice) "What? Everybody on the homeworld*** is wearing this right now" and Eighteen is like yeah firstfacers in prydonian frat parties? For sure. We're 2300 get some dignity (proceeds to have 0 dignity herself in all the goofy Doctory ways and then some). Its embarrassing cuz its someone having, not even a midlife- a retirement age identity crisis cutting heart shaped boob windows into all his shirts and Over-Posing in front of his crush/ex wife. Like c'mon.

*** Gallifrey's back but there's two of them now. But it's Rarely Relevant To 18's story. Missy is running various schemes about it though. Just- don't worry about it