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enihk-writes · 1 year ago

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[someone older]

pairing: older!multi-fandom men x gn!they/them!reader

reader is written to be in their early twenties, under twenty-five and fresh out of uni with their first degree and no corporate work experience.

summary: shorts about old men and a younger beau to-be

content warning: big age-gap relationships // superior-subordinate power imbalance // possible infantilization // some form of saviour-complex // (some unintentional) manipulation

characters: zhongli (genshin impact) // neuvilette (genshin impact) // jing yuan (honkai star rail) // tang gunak (return of the blossoming blade) // dokgo (return of the mad demon) // chongyue (arknights) // shamane (RE:1999) // hiromi higuruma (jujutsu kaisen) // ryū (gokurakugai)

author's note: my lovely oomfs i need yall to look away and pretend im doing okay,,, the demons and the little voices in my head have won and taken over..... i have to make that middle-aged man pregnant so so so so bad it's terminal... (head in hands)... OUGHHHHKKKGSHHH (coughs blood and straight up dies)..... looking at the list here i really have a type huh....

[PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRIGGERS CAUSED BEYOND THIS LINE]

ZHONGLI who had lived for long enough to have seen and experienced almost everything one could see, was still taken aback when he felt a familiar throb in his heart as he conversed with the new face of the artisan's alley. a fledgling who had just left their nest and was beginning to make their way into the world — your naivety much unlike your more seasoned neighbours who knew how to set the prices of their goods to gain the maximum profit. you were often tricked and scammed out of selling your wares at their proper price, too scared to stand your ground and disrespect your older customers. the former archon couldn't bear to see a budding talent, such as yourself, sell themselves short out of expected social courtesy. he often found himself buying your highest-priced works even if he had to empty his entire wallet. you were beyond grateful for his patronage, even offering a commission, free of charge. that's just how bad business was before he stepped in. oh you poor thing, now that he knows how easy it was to get you dancing in his palm, how could he let you meet better opportunities? he was your lifeline, the only way you were going to make it in this career you chose. and you better not forget that.

NEUVILETTE knew that he shouldn't be so enamoured with the new hire. really. a being who had been alive for as long as he falling in love with someone thousands of years their junior? he wanted to rip his hair out. the chief justice approached this predicament as he would with almost anything he deemed annoying — avoidance. sending you out on errands that kept you out of the office for the whole day, giving days off to everyone if there was nothing on the agenda, having you go sort out documents in the filing room, and a whole host of other things that made sure you and him wouldn't cross paths. once he had a clearer mind to sit down and think, he is immediately riddled with guilt. weren't his actions akin to that of a black company employer? you on the other hand, could not be happier to hit the jackpot. good pay, regular days off, responsibilities that didn't require you to rack your brain too much. this was everything an energy-saving adult like you could ever want. it must be nice to frolic around and stay blissfully unaware while your boss was in the middle of a mental breakdown alone in his office.

JING YUAN was a calculating man, despite the commonly held belief that he never really took things too seriously. he kept a rather consistent air of nonchalance so impenetrable that it annoyed you whenever you couldn't discern what was on his mind at that moment. your after-hours hobby these days was to drop by the community starchess club and play a few rounds with the people there. and who else was waiting there at your seat every day? your damned boss. the elders who were there swooned over the handsome general, remarking about how you and him made a great pair — much to your chagrin. the man would always send a blinding smile in your way as you got closer, even going so far as to help you settle down. the routine was always the same each night. you would play against him for at least five rounds consecutively, lose against him in almost every single match, play against the other club members, gather your things and go home for the day. the general would also coincidentally be done with his activities. he offered to walk you to your front door, you've learnt from the one time you refused that the general was unusually talented in pulling an extremely sad, pathetic, wet and kicked puppy face. unfortunately, you were too nice to reject him further. ah, but now that he knew of that weakness of yours, you'd better expect that he would be pulling the same trick again soon.

TANG GUNAK felt that he was far too geriatric to be feeling this way. especially when he had adult children of his own. the youngest of whom was only a few years older than you were. a talented person, emerging at the top of your class in the academy meant that the world was your oyster. so why had you decided to come down to sichuan and work as an aide in this family? the patriarch had no clue, and he certainly didn't know how to even bring up the question. at first, he had hoped that perhaps you and one of his children would be wed but as time passed, it became increasingly obvious you were not interested in them at all, rather you had set your sights on the patriarch himself. him? the widower? the poor man who had only felt the touch of his dead wife? he was very scandalised that the young aide of his house was so open about their attraction to him. however, it seemed nobody in the household was on his side. not even his own flesh and blood. though for all that forwardness, he never expected that you would be so hesitant and shy when you were alone with him. it was endearing how you became more diligent whenever that happened, how you would engross yourself in your work just to pretend he wasn't there with you. the next time he looked up from what he was doing, you were passed out on your desk. he moved over to carry you back to your quarters — it was deep into the night right now anyways, so nobody would see him with you in his arms. he tucked you into bed, leaving as quickly as he came. the glimpse of his own flushed face in the reflection of the window never left his mind the rest of that week.

DOKGO had agreed to follow his disciple to town only because said disciple was going to throw a tantrum in his courtyard and the older man was not in the mood to deal with the adult child. the master pretended to not be acquainted with his own disciple when the man began to flirt with the women passing by. he walked on and sat down at a vacant bench in front of a teahouse. his troublesome disciple eventually shook off the girls clinging onto him and joined his master at the table, a string of apologies falling out his mouth when he caught sight of the older man's disapproving glare. only when the younger man offered to pay did the old master's hardened expression fall softer — fine, he said with a grunt. the second headache of the day came in the shape of you, a wandering merchant, or so you said. you slipped in to sit next to the master after the disciple had graciously allowed you to. not like the older man could oppose when there weren't any empty seats in the vicinity. while the conversation was lively as you talked with the disciple about your travels, he could only focus solely on the callouses of your palms, something a merchant who says they are not a martial artist shouldn't have. you had noticed his scrutinising gaze, throwing him a quick grin as you continued the chat with his disciple. oh? he could only wonder what that was about. shame that his dull, blockheaded disciple had let that slip past him. the master wonders if he should up the training regime when they get back.

CHONGYUE was up and early, as he usually does, leading the daily morning exercise with the other operators. the doctor not being there was somewhat expected, but you going missing? that was a first. when the morning exercise was over, he headed up to your room to check on you, finding the door slightly ajar. cautiously, he walked into the dark room, you had a bag of junk near the entry, from the looks of it you were living off cup noodles and soda, again. no wonder you were now curled up in bed all sick. he might have to give you an earful later, but for now, he puts aside your laundry and took out the trash. he goes down to the canteen, ordering some warm chicken porridge and even stopping by the nurse's office to pick up whatever he thinks you might need. this time, you were now somewhat awake. grumbling and muttering complaints under your breath from the disturbance, he helped you sit up. you insisted on feeding yourself, but he would have none of it. you could only comply and open your mouth wide every time he brought the spoon to your lips. you finished the food and even took the medicine obediently, earning praise from the man himself. before he left, he rubbed some medicinal balm on your stomach, layering warm blankets and patted you back to sleep, reciting an abbot's chants as he did so. the nostalgic feeling was comforting. you should thank him when you got better — maybe he might be interested in a popular classic novel from your home country, or should you try your luck with the lacquer pots instead?

SHAMANE spotted a figure hunched over the running stream near his hut as he was out collecting the fresh water he would need for the day. when they didn't answer his calls, he walked over, not too worried about whether the figure was a dangerous critter or not. the snap of a twig had them spin their head in his direction — that's when he met your eyes. you both stared at the other, sizing each other up. when he decided that you were not a threat, he introduced himself with his signature smile. you did the same, albeit quieter, still a little peeved from seeing a large bearded man in the middle of nowhere. friendly as ever, he kept the conversation going. he talked about himself, he asked about you, and so on and so forth until you finally admitted to him that you had gotten lost in the mountains, also you had twisted your ankles. he pointed to his hut and asked if you wanted to rest in there until you got better, how could you say no? the month when you lived under the same roof as him passed by quickly, and soon enough it was time for you to go back down the mountain. when you both parted ways at the entrance of the village, there was an air of reluctance in saying goodbye. you promised to write to him, maybe even visit him. he only laughed you off, not expecting much to come out of that. though when he received his sister's letter not long after, he thought about taking you with him to his hometown. but ah, isn't visiting each other hometowns a thing expectant newlyweds do? well, he could always pretend he didn't know about these things, couldn't he?

HIGURUMA was pretty friendly with the tenants renting out the office space next door. all of whom were fresh design school graduates trying to start a business together. you were the one he's grown the most familiar with, the unofficial boss of the company and the one who was single-handedly juggling your own practice along with other administrative duties. he helped you where he could, the doors to his own law office always open to you — even in the wee hours of the night. you would sit cross-legged on the big swivel chair as both of you engrossed yourselves in your respective work with the boxes of takeout splayed all over his table. when it was late enough that you missed the last train, he drove you back to your apartment. and everytime you sat in the passenger seat, he would reach over to pull the seatbelt on for you. you could have done it yourself but how were you supposed to pass up the chance to have him come this close? enough to even catch a whiff of his cologne? the lawyer himself knew that you were capable enough to do something this simple, but he couldn't help but enjoy the way you tried not to look at him as he did this each time. the ride back was quiet and serene, your tired body sank into the plush of his car seats and soon you were knocked out cold. even when you were both already parked outside your residence, you still wouldn't rouse. he clicks the seatbelt off you, even going so far as to push the seat back so you were lying more comfortably. you've done this enough times where he has a blanket to cover you with as he waited for you to wake up. which you would, and feel so ashamed. he thinks about how cute you were babbling out your apologies and thanks, all while scrambling to pull yourself together and out his car. only to repeat this whole song and dance the very next night.

RYŪ was a bit of a recluse. never really leaving his room unless it was for a really good reason. which was rare, and by rare it was almost never. but a human had to eat, shit and get clean — which was where you came in. as the designated errand runner for the organisation, you were the one that ended up having to take care of that guy's day-to-day needs. you might have hated him at first, with how picky he was with his food, even the brand of his necessities had to be the exact right one. doesn't matter if the stock ran out, you had to go out there and haunt for a place that still has it or else he wouldn't even entertain your presence. the one good thing you had going about you was that you were adaptable, learned things quick and was light on your feet. if things went south, you always had a backup, and a backup for the backup, you get the idea. the man, mayhaps out of the other's insistence, but you liked to think that he had warmed up to you, started to initiate conversations. at some point whenever you brought him his meals, he would make you sit and watch him eat. at first, you didn't know what to talk about, but then you also started bringing your own lunchboxes to eat alongside him, and you talked his ear off about what you made that day. over time, you both fell into a routine and on days when he's kept you a little too long with him, you'd stay over and crash on his couch. and after more time had passed, he's already got some of your clothes together with his in the wardrobe. hell, he even bought a bigger sofa just so you could sleep better whenever you stayed over. give it more time and who knows, you might end up moving in completely, not that this old hack would mind too much.

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byjove · 7 months ago

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writing fictional Wikipedia articles as outlines for my historical fiction characters and having so much fun. dude look at this:

Daniel Ivey Clairville (3 May 1856 - 5 December 1941) was a prominent figure in the field of animal husbandry, early adopter of germ theory, animal behaviorist, cattle drover, diarist and Quaker theologian. Born in Philadelphia, Clairville apprenticed as a farrier until the death of his father in 1871 caused him to relocate to Texas to seek employment along the Chisholm Trail. Clairville was known for his ability to slow and halt the spread of disease among cattle using sanitation methods he pioneered, reducing cattle loss by up to 60% in herds under his care.

After retiring from the cattle industry in the late 1890s, he attended Cornell University, becoming an adjunct professor at Elgin Polytechnic Institute and publishing several texts on bovine husbandry and behavior.

Clairville was a relatively obscure scientific figure before his private writings about his sexuality, faith and experiences in the waning days of the Wild West were published posthumously.

^ Personal life

Clairville was gay and in a committed relationship with Joseph “Shortie” Alcott (14 November 1860 - 17 July 1906) until the latter’s mysterious death in Texas. Alcott was a train robber, outlaw, gambler, duelist and suspected serial killer. The couple met in the mid-1880s after Alcott was released from Utah Territorial Penitentiary and joined a trail drive lead by Clairville. Their relationship was described as inseparable but contentious by John Matthew Robertson-Clairville, Clairville’s adopted son, who often wrote about the couple’s relationship in his trail diary.

Having worked side by side for over a decade, Alcott initially followed Clairville east when he retired from the cattle industry in the 1890s but became embroiled in legal trouble in Pennsylvania and returned to Texas where he embarked on a crime spree that ended in a fatal two day shootout with a number of Texas rangers.

The details of Clairville’s private life and his connection to notorious criminal Shortie Alcott were largely forgotten until the 1970s when a box of personal letters and diaries was discovered in the attic of his former residence. The diaries of Clairville and Robertson-Clairville along with the correspondence between Clairville and Alcott in the latter’s final months form the basis of the book published by his great granddaughter in 1996.

Analysis of his writings and first hand accounts of his behavior suggest he had autism and OCD.

#my ocs #this is so shitty but I’m having fun

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aheathen-conceivably · 25 days ago

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Previously on The Darlingtons...

We opened with Zelda fretting over her choice to contact Alexander Barnes, a librarian who she met weeks prior driving a book truck. In the hopes that his offer to speak was about a job, she was paralyzed with feelings of inadequacy and fear.

Coupled with this is the fact that her husband Antoine has spent weeks on the road as a touring musician, leaving her with no outlet to discuss these worries. All of this is only heightened by the insomnia that Zelda has struggled with all her life, culminating in a dream of her family’s former home in England. The abandoned hallways mirror her desires to be a librarian, but also awaken memories and fears that she’s losing the parts of herself that tie her to her past.

When Antoine returns home early from the road, Zelda at first mistakes him as a figment of her sleep-deprived dream. Only after awaking the next morning does she realize he’s actually there. At first, she doubts telling him about her worries or even Alexander at all; but after realizing that her fears are unfounded she tells him about the booktruck and lists the reasons why she’s avoided going to speak to him thus far.

Antoine answers every one, encouraging her to speak to Alexander without hesitation. His response highlights just how much Zelda relies on him to quiet her internal fears and not only ground herself in chasing what she wants, but even her own reality too.

Buoyed by Antoine’s encouragement, Zelda goes to meet with Alexander at Strangerville town hall. Although at first he doesn’t recognize her, as soon as he does he’s quick to answer all of her questions and discuss the details of his job. Throughout their conversation he’s touched by how much she cares about the books and can sense how similar they are.

When she asks where he’s going next, he tells her that he’s currently working on a grant for the Works Progress Administration, a federal agency tasked with building public works throughout the country. He promises to write to her with the outcome of his proposal, hopeful that if it’s accepted he will need a team to help open the new library.

While Zelda waits for word regarding Alexander’s grant, Antoine receives a letter from his former employer and friend asking him to visit his ranch. Upon doing so, Antoine learns that Abe found a purebred racing horse and intends to sell it in an effort to stabilize his financial status. He had contacted Antoine because another one of his horses has become bonded to the young foal, and previously Antoine was the only person capable of keeping the elder horse calm.

In response, Antoine offers to buy not only the foal, but the elder horse as well. Initially shocked, Abe rebuffs him, but through Antoine’s surety in his offer we can see that he is not only now making substantial money on tour, but also has a lingering sadness about parting with his family for extended periods of time.

Antoine gifts the foal to his daughter Violette, who names the young horse Ozma after the princess of Oz. She, Antoine, Zelda as well as Giorgio and Josephine spend the day chasing after the new foal and enjoying one another's company. Gio and Jo are especially happy and carefree after what seems like years of difficulty finding stability.

Zelda notices their joy, and when Antoine asks her about Alexander's grant proposal, she points to them and says that she won't take the job. She's convinced herself that if she does, she will ruin the tenuous peace and normalcy that has finally settled over their lives, especially given how precious it feels now that Antoine and Jo are on the road most of the time. Antoine once again talks her out of her fears, pointing out that she can't make choices for everyone else's happiness her whole life. Yet even with Violette's joy and his words of encouragement, Zelda can't help but notice the irony of his advice when most of her choices feel like they've been made for his happiness rather than her own.

The next morning Zelda meets Giorgio in the cornfield where they've worked together for almost half a decade. After a series of ever-dwindling harvests, the crops appear to be reverting to the infertile, dying state that they were in when Zelda had arrived years before. Dragged down by guilt and an unexpected bond that she's formed with Gio, Zelda struggles to tell him that she's taking a job with Alexander and won't be working with him on the farm anymore.

But even as the final tendrils of his hope are being shredded in front of him, Giorgio quells his fears and encourages Zelda so that when she won't feel guilty as she walks away. Only once she's gone does he let his smile fall as he looks around at the dying crops, their wilting leaves painfully symbolizing the hope that he had for the land when he moved to Strangerville. While everyone else seems to be moving on around him, he clings to what little is left in the soil. Part of it is hope, but much of it is just desperation as he begins to realize he has bet his money and his soul on the gilded trappings of the American dream.

When Giorgio walks in from the field, he finds Jo in their bedroom packing for another tour. She's dancing amidst her clothes, having fully convinced herself that as long as she continues living exactly like this, she can ignore the raging restlessness in her soul. Whatever truth there may have been to her conviction is shattered when Gio's panic morphs into anger, attacking the mess at Jo’s feet in a desperate plea to try and gain some emotional footing.

What follows is a long and desperate fight between them as the pain and resentment they've harbored toward each other for years bubbles to the surface. As they both reach a point of exhaustion, there's a moment where Giorgio admits to Jo why he attacked her, and he actually attempts to be vulnerable with her. While Jo initially tries to comfort him the best she knows how, her tone immediately shifts when he says that he wants one more year to try and turn the farm around. In that split second, Jo realizes that his weakness actually presents an opportunity for her, and in the guise of helping him while simply protecting herself, she offers him a loan in return for majority ownership in the farm.

Livid, Gio initially rebukes her. But just as quickly, they spiral back into an argument and fall into the toxic pattern that they've shared for years. Rather than settle their dispute or even process what happened, they resolve it without mending anything at all and adding yet another wound to the many already bleeding between them.

Soon after, Josephine returns to Valcita's house to borrow her car. After a charged moment between them months before, they had both treated each other distantly, with Jo simply choosing not to think about Val at all, and Val adopting a purposefully cold demeanor toward Jo. When Jo arrives that day, Val's reaction is the same - impatient and slightly condescending. Only fresh off of her argument with Gio, Jo is vulnerable, longing for some sort of connection with Val simply because she feels like she’s more like her than anyone else in her life.

But from the moment she steps foot in Val's house, Jo's attempts to control herself begin to crumble. In her typical fashion, she pushes these growing feelings aside, following Val into the kitchen for a drink. Over the next few hours, Jo learns more about who Val is. Perhaps even more dangerously, she begins thinking about what her life with Val would look like; because for every step she takes inside the house, she wants to push the door open a little more, seeing just how far she can toe the line before she gets burned.

As she walks away Jo asks Val to keep the bottle of whiskey for her, signifying that unlike the last time she left her house, she has no intention on shutting Val out of her mind again.

#it’s another episode of #Darlington recaps #and you know what that means 😈#1936 is on our doorstep #and she and I are feeling impatient #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story

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metalbvcky · 3 months ago

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Stucky Medical Ficrecs

If you know me at all, I am a lover of medical dramas and fanfics. I wanted to highlight a niche genre within the Stucky fandom, so I compiled this list of 25 total fics.

These range from fluffy to smutty, minimal medical details to graphic medical scenes, oneshots to multi-chapters, AUs, Shrinky, and Shrunky. So there's a little bit of everything basically!

WIP

Stellate by ZenaidaMacroura (M - 25k+) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Bucky, Doctor Steve, Surgeons, Medical Procedures, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers

Dr. Bucky Barnes is a plastic surgeon, highly regarded in his field. Dr. Steven Rogers, new head of the ER, has very little regard for Dr. Barnes or his field.

There's No Cure for Love by Metalbvcky [selfrec] (E - 10k+) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky, Doctor/Patient, Hurt/Comfort, Age Difference, Slow Burn, Secret Relationship

Bucky leads a luxurious but troubled lifestyle. Despite the wealth and power of a state senator and a real estate billionaire, Bucky is always one hospital stay away from death. Doctors are evil. Hospitals send him into a panic attack. Nobody knows what might be wrong with him. His body is broken. Former emergency physician turned pulmonologist, Steve spends his days between the hospital and the assisted-living facility where his Ma resides. He has a network of work colleges, countless lives to save, and enough nightmares to keep him awake at night. One lapse of concentration, one false decision, can mean the difference between life and death. Little do they know, their paths will soon cross. But will Steve be able to save Bucky from his unexplainable illnesses?

Medically Necessitated by sarahyellow (E - 91k+) Tags: Omegaverse, Medical Kink, Age Difference, Hurt/Comfort, Doctor/Patient, Therapeutic Sex

After a medical emergency brings him to the ER, Bucky escapes the religious cult he's been raised in. It's up to Steve, nurse practitioner and omega sex & repro specialist, to see him through his medically supervised heat.

The Heart Murmurs When It Breaks by luna_rainbow (E - 19k+) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Doctor Steve, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Childhood Friends

Sorry Steve, they found his body a week ago.”... The phone call had shattered his world and left his heart in ashes, forever robbed him of the chance to make sense of the longing that had been eating away at him for years. A year on, Steve Rogers now worked as an emergency physician in a busy trauma center, burying himself with extra shifts so he didn’t have to face the grief of losing his childhood friend. A string of unusual hospital presentations, an experimental drug leaked to the streets, a spate of violent crimes…with the common threads all pointing to Hydra Biotech, a pharmaceutical company that also happened to be Bucky’s former employer.

[completed fics under the cut]

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Fight Me by Mystrana (T - 10,243) Tags: Modern AU, Meet Cute, Nurse Bucky, Pillow Mountain Steve, Humor, Fluff

After four days off, Bucky returns to work and is assigned "problem patient" Steve Rogers. No one else wants to take care of him, and he's fighting everyone who comes near his (frankly impressive) pile of pillows. Well. Bucky's always up for a challenge.

Obliterating the Rules by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) (E - 2,317) Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Captain America Steve Rogers, Doctor Bucky, Doctor/Patient, Medical Examination, Top Bucky/Bottom Steve

After being pulled from the ice, Steve suffers the indignity of monthly medical checks to ensure the serum still works in the twenty-first century as well as it did back in the forties. It’s infuriating since Steve’s the picture of health. When his usual doctor is replaced with the hottest man Steve’s ever seen, the monthly exams become excruciating, if only because Steve can’t handle being touched by Dr. Barnes. Desperate to relieve the sexual tension he can’t seem to escape, Steve confesses his feelings—something that skimpy paper gowns will eventually reveal anyway.

A Place of Healing by this_wayward_life (T - 12,225) Tags: Modern Military AU, Nurse Bucky, Hurt Steve, Getting Together, Mutual Pining,

Steve clears his throat a few times. "Look, uh, Bucky. I want to apologize for my crass behaviour earlier this week. It was… It was rude of me to put you in such a compromising position at your place of employment, and I understand if you do not wish to interact with me any further -" "Captain Rogers," Bucky interrupts. He's fully grinning now, unable to stop himself. "It's fine, I promise. Everyone says weird stuff under morphine, it's pretty much a law of the universe. Believe me, I didn't find it rude at all." Steve swallows, averting his eyes as Bucky sets his dinner tray on the table beside the bed. "I just… I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." Bucky laughs quietly. "Don't worry Captain, you didn't make me uncomfortable. It was sweet." He doesn't know why he adds that last bit, but it makes Steve's cheeks bloom red again. "Call me Steve. Please." Steve looks up at him through long, thick eyelashes, and god, Bucky is in danger with this one. "Steve," Bucky repeats softly. "Don't worry. You were sweet." -- Bucky never expected to have a patient like Steve Rogers.

Cliché by BladedFeather (M - 13,352) Tags: Modern AU, Doctor/Patient, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky

Bucky is literally a walking disaster. Natasha is a Hospital visit away from just wrapping him in bubble wrap. Luckily, Bucky has a good doctor. Or: A love story through several trips to the ER, one dinner date, fand feelings.

A Bucky Odyssey by inediblesushi (orphan_account), thorstbench (T - 9,952) Tags: Shrinkyclinks, Modern Pre Serum Steve, Nurse Steve, Cap Bucky

Bucky Barnes, Captain America, has a plan to make Steve Rogers, SHIELD nurse, fall in love with him. Confiding in the Internet might not be the best idea, though. So when the bad pick up lines do not work and Steve looks determined to staying single, he decides to be more himself and less what he thinks he should be.

Give 'Em Hope by L1av (E - 130,022 ~ 9/9) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky, Underage, Age Difference, Major Illness

Dr. Steve Rogers likes to think that if his patients have hope- their chances of survival will increase. Bucky Barnes has a 20% chance of survival and a desperate yearning to experience life. Against Steve's better judgment, he develops a relationship with his patient. It's illegal. It's wrong. But it's giving Bucky the hope to keep going, so Steve's going to keep giving it, because he wants Bucky to survive. He needs him to.

Kickstart my heart by Kalee60 (E - 10,606) Tags: Hospital AU, Doctor Steve, Human Disaster Bucky, Misunderstandings, Pining, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky

Bucky’s Wednesday wasn’t off to a great start. Not only did he wake up in a hospital with his annoyed best friend staring down at him, his treating Doctor just happened to be way too familiar, and the reason for that was slightly mortifying. With misunderstandings in the air, a snarky nurse who is a pain in his butt and the ugliest neck brace known to man attached to his body. There was no way his Wednesday was ever going to improve. Could it?

C is for Chiropractor by VenusDoom3 (E - 10,999 ~ 2/2) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor/Patient, Doctor Bucky, Patient Steve, Pining, Light Angst, Misunderstandings, Mutual Attraction

“So, what would you say is your chief complaint today?” Dr. Barnes asked, running his fingers through his thick hair, which Steve refused to watch him do, just as he refused to stare at those slender fingers with their neatly trimmed nails or the way those blue scrubs hugged the man’s well-developed shoulders and displayed his taut biceps and - oh my God - hinted at what appeared to be an impressive bulge. ** Or, the AU in which virgin Steve sees a chiropractor for his chronic pain and ends up with more than just his spine adjusted.

A is for Aesthetician by VenusDoom3 (T - 1,398) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Meet Cute, Medical Aesthetician Steve, Patient Bucky, Medical Procedures, First Kiss

Rising to his feet, Steve did his best to ignore the wild thumping of his heart as he approached the table and the timid, shirtless man sitting on it. It was impossible, however, to ignore Bucky's broad shoulders and sculpted torso or the lean musculature beneath his skin. His pecs, abs, and arms were well developed, and his collarbones could cut glass. It was also impossible to ignore the reason for Bucky's visit: his entire left arm was covered in mottled red scar tissue that covered the entire outside of his arm from the lower part of his shoulder to the back of his hand. ** Or, the AU in which Steve is a medical aesthetician specializing in laser scar treatment, and Bucky is his patient.

Chicken Noodle Soup Loving by lakeshoredive (Not Rated - 4,370) Tags: Sickfic, Sick Bucky, Nurse Steve, Fluff

“There you are,” a voice says to his right. He rolls his head, a feat that feels like rolling a boulder up a hill, to his left, and standing above him, in all his 5 foot 4 inch glory, blissfully small and un-zombified is his Steve. He sighs. Counts to ten. And sighs again. “Steve,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and pushing into the hand on his shoulder. The hand tightens and gives him another shake. “Nuh huh. You gotta stay awake. I got medicine for you,” Steve says. Bucky lets out an involuntary whine. He doesn’t want to be awake. He wants to sink into Steve’s touch and never resurface. Maybe Steve will let him, if he looks miserable enough.

Mercury In Retrograde by Metalbvcky [selfrec] (T - 12,248) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Nurse Steve, Patient Bucky, Love at First Sight, Meet Cute, Fluff and Humor

Night shifts in the emergency department are hectic most of the time but Steve loves his job as a nurse. Everything in his life seems to be in order, his Ma's Brownstone is fully restored and he's had Dodger for two years now. Sure he's single, but he can get by on his own just fine. Now if only Natasha would stop nagging Steve about his dating life. Not to mention she's been hooking him up with blind dates, time after time. Then this insanely cute guy with luxuriant shoulder length brown hair and crystal clear blue eyes turns Steve's world upside down. It should be illegal for a patient to look that beautiful after coming off the anesthesia. The flirtatious space themed pick-up lines were enough alone. “Are those space pants? Because your ass is out of this world.”

Buchanan Medical by Metalbvcky [selfrec] (T - 54,049 ~ 9/9) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Bucky, Patient Steve, Asthmatic Steve, Hurt/Comfort

Steve's childhood was filled with illnesses and dread of going to another no good doctor. Even now as an adult, his asthma persisted. But three months ago, Dr. Erskine passed away. Procrastination and fear ate him away. Now he had to find a new one since his medicine supply ran out. Little did he know, his new doctor would be the greatest thing to happen in his life.

Please don’t slow me down if I’m moving too fast by Bittersweet_in_Boston (E - 5,777) Tags: No Powers AU, Doctor Steve, Patient Bucky, Medical Kink, Medical Examination, Age Difference

Bucky’s read all the posters about cholesterol and depression and Knowing Your Ticks To Avoid Lyme Disease at least five times each now, and he’s just about to lever himself off the table to grab his phone from the back pocket of his pants, currently folded on the guest chair near the desk, when the door opens. He sits back on the exam table, expecting to see Dr. Banner’s familiar stooped posture, salt-and-pepper curls, and wire rims. But it isn’t Dr. Banner. It’s only the hottest man Bucky has ever seen, bar none.

if you can take all of my faults, one day I'll repay the costs by buckyismybicycle (E - 9,518) Tags: Doctor Steve, Mob Boss Bucky, Docor/Patient, First Meetings, Light Angst, Hurt Bucky Barnes

You know, just a classic: "how did you two meet?" ("I got shot" / "He came into my clinic and bled all over my floor.")

First, Do No Harm by BarqueBatch, SkyisGray (E - 77,603 ~ 8/8) Tags: Alternate Universe - present day, Thug Bucky, Doctor Steve, Hurt/Comfort, mild medical procedures

James Barnes should be just like any other patient Steve sees in his Brooklyn clinic, but the mob enforcer bleeding all over his waiting room chair apparently didn’t get the memo.

Breaking the Hippocratic Oath by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) (E - 9,721) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Doctor Steve, Doctor/Patient, Age Difference, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky, Inappropriate Behavior, Extremely Dubious Consent

Dr. Steve Rogers is a damn fine doctor and has been for almost half his life. He’s never been tempted to break his professional oath until one patient turns sad, sweet eyes on him and asks for an exam that’s less than professional. Torn between helping his patient and maintaining his integrity, he’s lost when Bucky Barnes looks at him like Steve’s the answer to all his prayers.

i've got a lot to pine about by cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) (M - 6,113) Tags: Modern Medical AU, Friends With Benefits, Doctor Steve, Doctor Bucky, Christmas Fluff, Pre-Serum Steve

Bucky loves Christmas, always has. Steve, however, his friend and fellow medical resident, struggles a little more during the holidays, especially now he doesn't have any family left. Bucky does his best to try to cheer him up a little and make sure that Steve will feel some of the holiday cheer. Thing is though, they're not just friends or colleagues. They've been hooking up for months, almost a year, and Bucky isn't sure how he's going to keep his feelings to himself for much longer. Because to him, this thing they have stopped being something casual a long time ago.

Salami by L1av (E - 25,102) Tags: Hospital AU, Nurse Steve, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky, Inappropriate uses of medical equipment, Fluff and Smut

Everyone hears stories about the idiots who have to go to the ER to get random objects removed from their asses. If someone told Bucky he’d be spending his weekend in the hospital for one of the most embarrassing occurrences of his life, he’d probably laugh in their face and tell them to go fuck off. But here he is, in the ER with eleven inches of packaged, cold salami stuck up his ass. To make matters worse, his nurse is really hot. Really hot. Join Bucky for one of the most awkward and yet comical experiences of his life that leads to self-discovery, trust and maybe even love.

there's no prescription for me by liionne (T - 3,370) Tags: Modern Hospital AU, Nurse Steve, Engineer Bucky, Minor Injuries, Burns

"You seem mostly fine," Steve begins, but Bucky cuts him off. "Mostly fine? You're a difficult guy to please." He grins, waggling his eyebrows at Steve, who's - yeah. He's blushing. Definitely blushing. "From a health perspective, you're mostly fine." Steve says, after having ducked his head and tried to hide his grin. "But I'm going to have Dr. Carter come over and check you out anyway, give you the all clear. Sit tight, she won't be long."

I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language by agetwellcard, inediblesushi (orphan_account) (E - 22,436 ~ 5/5) Tags: Shrinkyclinks, Nurse Steve, Bad Flirting, Eventual Smut

Bucky Barnes is Captain America and uses terrible pickup lines. Steve Rogers is Captain America's nurse and is not impressed by the aforementioned terrible pickup lines.

Emergency Encounters by S_Connoisseur (E - 4,011 ~ 2/2) Tags: No Powers AU, Older Man/Younger Man, Doctor Steve, Single Dad Bucky, Doctor/Patient, Minor Injuries, Eventual Smut

It's simple math. One stray, untrustworthy hammer + one home accident + one stubborn daughter = ten digits. Where does it say that just because he's got grey hair, he can't be smooth? He's grumpy, not dead.

#stucky #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky ficrec #stucky fanfic rec #marvel ficrec #stevebucky #ficrec #fic rec #medical au #steve x bucky #bucky x steve #my ficrec #I've been in a medical drama mood lately lol

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freeworldallahmbaclass · 9 months ago

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Good morning

I propose that Minimum based wages and salary get a big raise in all regions cities towns and countries California pay $ 20 to $ 22 dollars an hour New York City $ 15 to 17 $ dollars an hour for base salary how about all cities and regions and places like Atlanta , Texas and Louisiana, Kentucky , Alabama raise their pay standards for its every day worker to that same amount of starting out at $ 22 dollars an hour call it eliminating the working poor and poverty in general and paying them a livable wage , pay your workers generously and they will provide better services for your company and represent your companies better with pride and having customers coming back to their second home your store and establishment . This is very sad and needs attention to this some states where people go to work and provide years of hard work to work and get nothing in return from their employers they give great service and keep their customers coming back and yet the minimum wage been stuck since 2009 while so much states have give their workers a raise that is a shame I hope they catch up me and Governor Andrew Cuomo raised for New York state and city and other cities with my incubator my machine and other cities and states followed suit California pay their workers $ 20 dollars now imagine every state in those regions raise their wages to the same amount at $ 20 dollars an hour in Texas , Atlanta , Louisiana , Tennessee, North Carolina and even South Carolina out there hopefully they carry on from there and all states and cities follow suit and raise their wages and pay their workers their fair wage .

Get the message , we made progress if you look at the pay where it used to be now we just need to get these employers to pay us a lot more they get tax benefits to pay you more and we need employers to decrease the taxes on our paychecks , so we can afford to make it to work and to be able to work at a place and a boss we enjoy .

Maura Tracy Healey is an American lawyer and politician serving as the 73rd governor of Massachusetts since 2023. A member of the Democratic Party, she served as Massachusetts Attorney General from 2015 to 2023 and was elected governor in 2022, defeating the Republican nominee, former state representative Geoff Diehl

CoverageHealey signs budget bill, vetoes $317 million in spendingUpdated July 30, 2024 Colin A. Young, State House News ServiceGov. Maura Healey signs the fiscal 2025 budget at the State House. (Jesse Costa/WBUR)Gov. Maura Healey signs the fiscal 2025 budget at the State House. (Jesse Costa/WBUR)Gov. Maura Healey gave her OK to sweeping statewide policy changes Monday afternoon as part of the overdue fiscal year 2025 budget, signing free community college, online Mass. Lottery products, free rides on regional transit authorities and more into law while making only minor adjustments to the spending plan crafted by House and Senate Democrats .

Say it out loud we support this , permanent free community college in Massachussets hopefully more states , cities and other countries follow suit , congratulations .

Congratulations on the permanent free community college for Massachusetts I'm self educated but me myself would want my kids or any kids for that matter to have a much better future than I did and education is going to get you there all the time it never fails the magic and wonder of having an education and what it can do for you it opens up different worlds and more opportunities for you .

Allen Henry , Brooklyn NYC Ceo , Incubator and Hospital owner I own my own hospital and incubator in Brooklyn New York City

The Allen Street guy my field of studies until I branched out now my help reach across all races and communities and neighborhoods on promoting betterment in diversity .

And I'm

Spending my summer in Pittsfield Massachusetts living outside to get a free business education .

Governor Maura Healey -

Every taxpayer dollar is focused on making life better for all who live and work in our state."Legislators packed the budget with policy provisions, authorizing free community college, free rides on regional transit services, and legal online Lottery sales to fund a permanent Commonwealth Cares for Children (C3) grant program that launched during the pandemic with federal dollars — all of which Healey signed off on Monday. The governor also touted the budget's investment in her "Literacy Launch" program, which aims to connect all children from three years old to third grade with high-quality and evidence-based reading instruction, as well as its dedication of 1 percent of total spending to environment and energy initiatives.The Senate initiative to make community college permanently free for all will cost $117.5 million, covering tuition and fees for students. And the House-backed idea of authorizing online Lottery sales is projected to pull in $100 million for the popular C3 early education grant program. Another section of the budget aims to prevent so-called home equity theft, which refers to a municipality taking more of a property owner's earned equity than is owed in unpaid taxes and other expenses."All of these investments are focused on making life better, making life easier for people in Massachusetts, making it more affordable to live here, to work here, to raise children here. This also makes us more competitive — more competitive for our employers, for economic growth, particularly as we compare ourselves to other states," Healey said. "So it's a really important investment, this budget."

Big businesses invite themselves around me where I'm at so good luck to you and your city .

Hopefully and good luck and check out all definitions of what having a credit union does for you and your neighborhoods it equals lower interest rates on car loans and mortgages and even loans to buy you and your families first home every town should invest in a credit union to build your city up and make it better for all people .

Hopefully guys and good luck it usually does happen around me so give it like 1 year and watch your city get much better , good luck .

Bringing business to Springfield , Massachusetts, Lee Massachusetts , Pittsfield Massachusetts North street is that perfect location inviting all business to join this small town and it's flavor and turn into a hub of progress fun great nightlife and economic prosperity for all people .Environmental impact report : Create thousands of more into the tens of thousands of jobs to their country and entertainment and food and fun major national chains to that small town flavor for your city . Inviting

KFC

Olive Garden

Home Depot

Walmart

Whole foods supermarket

State farm insurance

Farmers insurance

Credit unions

NBA store

NFL store

NHL store

Champs sports

NBA cards store

NFL cards store

NHL cards store

Gap

Old Navy

These companies bring jobs full time jobs for part time students from their free community college classes where they could work and support themselves while in school

Jobs such as :

Stock clerk

Cashiers

Cooks

Prep cooking

Maintenance men and women

Janitors

Security

Drivers

Delivery

Warehouse

Bookkeeping

Accountant

General mangers

Regional managers of a stores national chain Jobs is needed just for the culture of the community and to better the roads and the nightlife and the mood of these communities and neighborhoods .

How does a credit union work?

A credit union is a self-help co-operative whose members pool their savings to provide each other with credit at a low interest rate. To be part of a credit union you have to share a common bond with other members. This is something you all have in common such as: living or working in the same area.

How do credit unions make money?Any income the credit union generates through interest, fees and loans is then used to fund community projects, reinvest into the organization or provide services that directly benefit members, like paying higher savings interest rates.Jun 22, 2023

What is the difference between a credit union and a mutual savings bank?

Credit unions are exempt from federal tax and most state taxes. Mutual savings banks pay taxes, including federal income tax. If [insert name of credit union] converts to a mutual savings bank, these additional expenses may contribute to lower savings rates, higher loan rates, or additional fees for services”.

How does a credit union work?

Why would you use a credit union?

Profits made by credit unions are returned back to members in the form of reduced fees, higher savings rates and lower loan rates.

Sitting on a bench in front of my building in Pittsfield Massachussets 76 east from greyhound stations using flixbus services I just got here and I brought the vice president to your city already and the Governor passes the free permanent emphasis on the word free and permanent free community college no tuition good advantage for a great future for you , I love living now life has been good to me and now to you .

Taking a year off sleeping in front of my building given to me by 2 politicians now literally no lie that is cool with me , thanks .

Problems fixed my name cleared I own my own incubator my own hospital in Brooklyn New York City attached to my technology hospital and I'm staying with my hospital my incubator and what I'm about I'm keeping mines and move on from people from my past good luck to the common man and woman .

Again

I propose that Minimum based wages and salary get a big raise in all regions cities towns and countries California pay $ 20 to $ 22 dollars an hour New York City $ 15 to $ 17 $ dollars an hour for base salary how about all cities and regions and places like Atlanta , Texas and Louisiana, Kentucky , Alabama raise their pay standards for its every day worker to that same amount of starting out at $ 22 dollars an hour call it eliminating the working poor and poverty in general and paying them a livable wage , pay your workers generously and they will provide better services for your company and represent your companies better with pride and having customers coming back to their second home your store and establishment .

Definitely room for change , the voices are becoming louder to our government for more , more and better .

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quitealotofsodapop · 4 months ago

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Unbeknownst to Heaven and Wukong himself, there was once a person who did attempt to take advantage of his fate changing powers in drafted fates au, multiple times in fact. Only the Pilgrims had known of this, and they had taken that secret to their graves, making a silent pact to not even tell Wukong of the true plans the LBD had for when they had sealed her away all those centuries ago

Hehehehehehe

Our idea in DMs: what if the events surrounding the White Bone Spirit/Yellow Robed Demon arc weren't as "simple" as the text makes it out to be?

In this case; LBD wasn't interested in eating or bedding Tripitaka - her plans exceed well beyond such common vices.

Tripitaka *noticed* that something was off about the skeletal demon who harassed them. The rice she offered the monk had quickly turned black with decay, but wasn't poisoned, merely altered as to give the monk terrible digestion.

Upon the second encounter with the spirit, and with Bajie loudly complaining and accusing his shorter brother of harming innocents, the monk noticed something concerning.

The spirit wasn't interested in the Tang Monk at all. Her gaze (no matter was body she took) was fixated on the Monkey King. Whatever the creature had planned, it involved the monk's bodyguard.

At the third encounter, Tripitaka's brain was going into overdrive. Clearly this spirit *couldn't be killed* in the traditional fashion. And it wanted Wukong - someone well up to this point Tripitaka mostly sees as a barbaric, blood-thirsty monster. If the skeleton spirt got a hold of the Monkey King and all of his power then- no, he shouldn't think of it. It would be safer if Wukong was away from the bone spirit's grasp. Tripitaka needed a way to send Wukong away from here.

The problem was; Tripitaka didn't think Wukong would believe him (irony).

In the monk's mind, it was easier to go along with Bajie's accusations than to explain why he wanted Wukong away from here.

Wukong flies back home, heartbroken at his terminated employment (and losing his chance at freedom). He reunites with his subjects and Stalwarts, and protects them from the odd influx of hunters that capture monkey demons.

In the meantime with the Pilgrims; they have some trouble with the Yellow Robed Demon/Kui Mulang. But they aren't helpless.

With Tripitaka transformed into a tiger, Sha Wujing captured, and Ao Lie injured but ready to prepare a strike; Bajie manages to convince Wukong to come home; letting it slip that "Master wanted to protect you". Wukong is intrigued by the monk's concern, and agrees to come back to the fold.

Only they never get there.

Ao Lie manages to expose Kui Mulang as a liar when werewolf-demon makes a drunken jackass of himself inside of his unwilling-father-in-law's palace (as what happens in JTTW). Whilst the dragon prince ends up captured, Sha Wujing is tipped off that this is no mere demon - but a powerful celestial. Kui Mulang is so present in Ao Lie's memory scroll because the dragon was crucial in defeating him.

Sha Wujing escapes in the chaos of Ao Lie and Mulang's fighting to send an inquiry to Earth Star of Saturn. As a former celestial, the fish man still remembers what authorities to contact, and gets in touch with the overseer of the 28 Mansions. The Wood Wolf of Legs is confirmed to be missing - and the Jade Emperor is quick to cover up the incident to save face. Princess Hundred-Flower is returned to her father (with or without any half-celestial children), and Tripitaka is returned to human form.

But where is Bajie and Wukong?

They find the pigman beaten to a pulp among the black pines. Bajie manages to explain that he *did* convince Brother Wukong to return to the pilgrimage, but on the way they were set upon by a very powerful warrior. One which smiled and politely asked that the Monkey King be presented to "the ivory lady" before attacking.

Tripitaka pales.

Sun Wukong... captured? The one in peril?!

The King of Precious-Image explains that "Ivory Lady" most likely refers to the new advisor to a small nearby dynasty - a woman clad in all-white.

In a sense it confirms the monk's fear on the White Bone Spirit - someone truly had been fixated on his disciple and had the means to subjugate him. But gloating isn't a virtue, and they need their monkey back!

Wukong doesn't remember the surrounding incident so well. LBD had been testing how much magic she needed to fully possess the King, and in the meantime kept him frozen in her crystal ice.

Before she met the Tang Monk on the road by chance, LBD had not realised that the monkey she was looking for was the infamous Monkey King himself. Her Emperor's best hunting party had confirmed it when they were sent back from Alolai bloodied and broken once the monk's bodyguard decided to visit home.

It seems the reason FFM was only being targeted by hunters in the last two years was because of the Ivory Lady letting slip to her Emperor that there was a powerful beast out there that could change fate itself...

The Tang Monk enters the small kingdom, innocently requesting travel papers - only to be summoned forth to the Emperor's palace by the Ivory Lady herself.

After all, the Golden CIcada would be a fine trophy.

Awkwardly the monk asks the court of nobles; "Hey, have there been any monkey demons sighted around here?"

The Emperor and his posse laugh - trotting out nearly a whole troop of captured Alolai monkeys, carrying drink trays and dancing robotically as jesters.

Tripitaka pales. Bajie whispers that he recognises the face patterns as being the same as the King's people. Wujing is holding himself back from throttling the Emperor and his posse then and there. Ao Lie is keeping to himself, still injured from his tussle with Kui Mulang.

The Pilgrims are in for a real hard mission.

Bajie manages to let slip to the monkey demon servants that their King is in danger and nearby, but that they'll need their help to save him. (btw ty for the tasty dialoge)

Monkey Servant: "If you truly saw our king among his people, what eas he doing when you approached him?" Bajie, confused: "He was cuddling a baby monkey and speaking baby talk to it." Monkey Servant, overjoyed: "OH ITS HIM!" Tripitaka: That… that's all you need from us to believe we know your king? Monkey Servant: King Wukong is a shí bǎomǔ. He always cares for the troupes' cubs!

No hesitation. No care for their own safety. These monkeys drop everything to save their King. Which is a major surprise to Bajie and Wujing, as they heard nothing but celestial rumours that the Monkey King had been a bloodthirsty tyrant. But the reactions and actions of his subjects are not that of a repressed people. They speak of their King with the same familiarity as an elder family member - their Lao Sun.

What the mortal Emperor not accounted for was that the "silly monkeys" he kept as slaves had been trained by the Monkey King himself in the art of war. As long as their lives had not been in danger, they still held the cards over him. And his new servants had spent the last two years learning every nook and cranny and secret passage of his castle...

It is with the servants' help that the Pilgrims manage to find their eldest younger brother - frozen in otherworldy ice. Tripitaka's hand nearly burns when he tries touching it.

And outside? Something BIG id going down:

Wukong's icy prison turns out to be the "heart" of LBD's first bone mech - much like what would become of Mei in the later model. This Bone Mech is a far more "rugged" design than what she would build centuries onward. The bones and armour of fallen soldiers can only go so far in aesthetics.

When the Ivory Lady reveals her true intentions to the mortal Emperor, and the Chief of War erases the man from human history - the Pilgrims are just looking up at the Bone Mech like: 0_0

Ao Lie discovers in all of chaos of the Pilgrims' fight against the demon's possessed soldiers; that the Bone Spirit flinches away from fire when a torch from their surroundings rolls dangerously close to her.

Ao Lie is a rare dragon. A royal sea dragon that can wield fire - a trait inherited from his "commoner" mother's side of the family (something about a "Torch Dragon?).

(this ability and heritage is also why many years later, Ao Lie was able to carrying the Burden of the Samadhi Fire even as a sea dragon).

But setting things on fire is eaxctly why the Prince got into trouble in the first place! He hesitates to fight back, especially with survivors of Alolai's Great Burning nearby. What if he messes up Again!?

It's only through encouragement from the other Pilgrims that Ao Lie musters the courage to bring the heat down on the icy mech.

Bajie and Wujing keep the transformed Chief of War occupied so their Master can get closer. For you see, the Ivory Lady's death magic is strong. Only a truly holy being can weaken in...

So, terrified and in pain, Tripitaka is forced to find his power. Inside the chamber of the Mech's heart, he places his hands on Wukong's prison. Rambling off his apologies; how he sent his disciple away, how he ignored his warnings at so many turns, how he thought the demon couldn't understand his fear, how he mistakenly thought the Monkey King was a tyrant and a beast, and how his own actions indirectly led to his disciple's capture.

Wukong isn't particularly coherent. He's half-possessed when he hears his Master's sobbing pleas. They ring louder than any mantra could. The warrior king blocks an attack from hitting the monk, proving that even in an altered state, he would protect him.

Kṣitigarbha, the bodhisattva of the dead, appears to assist the Tang Monk in sealing the Bone Demon away (hopefully) for good. The bodhisattva explains that as a being of the Underworld, the Bone Demon could not be killed, only barred from the world of the living. The only way to weaken her power in this Realm is to trap her somewhere meant for the dead.

Luring her onto holy ground, the Tang monk starts an incantation to seal her inside a burial tomb meant for the mortal Emperor's family.

As much as the Bone Demon thrashes and resists against her chains, she smiles. She knows that it's only time before she can return to the land of the living. The Monkey King has already caused innumerable damage to the fate of others.

And her hunters hadn't turned up with just servants in those two years... seems that the Monkey King had a dear friend in his ranks that could hear the Past, Present, and Future.

Now she and her Chief of War just needed a way to get their claws on the Six Eared Macaque...

Amongst the destruction of this small kingdom, Wukong is carried to shelter by his Master. It takes the king some time to reawaken, but is surprised to see the faces of his pilgrim brothers and his own subjects when he does. The servants, spared from the carnage by the Pilgrims' intervention, hug their king joyfully. Even confused and drained, Wukong hugs his people back, fretting over the youngest of them as a good king should.

Subject: "My King! Your pilgrim brothers told us you were in peril, and did whatever they could to free you!" Wukong, shocked: "They did?" Rest of the Pilgrims: (*awkward smiles of concern. all are messed up from battle*) Subject: "Yes yes! Mr Pig in particular proved he knew you by recalling your gentleness." Wukong, baffled: "What... exactly happened?" Tripitaka: "Let's just say I will endeavor not to blindly disregard your warnings anymore Wukong." Wukong, amused: "Heh."

The Tang Monk recinds his diciple's banishment, promising to do better to heed Wukong's concerns, and not hold his own to himself. The King's subjects get a safe passage home with aid from the flying dragon-horse and the King himself.

As for the Bone Demon? They agree to just tell Wukong about the sealing part. They don't need to burden him with the knowledge that he was nearly used as a battery for a gargantuan bone construct. :)

Wukong is only hit with the memories of the incident during the events of New Years - the webs of the Spider Mech unlocking the key of his time as the First Construct's heart. But why? What was the bone demon's angle? Why did it *need* him?!

Looks like he needs to get digging ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#lmk drafted fate au #sun wukong #lmk tripitaka #lmk lady bone demon #lmk lbd #lmk ao lie #lmk zhu bajie #lmk sha wujing #lmk the mayor #lmk the thrall #lmk the mortal emperor #lmk the pilgrims #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid #long post

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mirixmoya · 10 months ago

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adding my two cents to the post-war jobless effie discourse i’ve seen floating around cause i think it’s a really interesting topic ……

personally, i think it’s highly unlikely that a post-war effie would return to ANY kind of formal employment. not because she would be incapable, but because i think she would be highly disillusioned with (a) formal establishments and (b) her previous notions that hard work will always be appreciated for what it is. she lived through a war, and—depending on the canon—she lived through institutionalized torture. i think it’s incredibly unlikely that effie would seek out any kind of formal employment after this.

also, depending on your personal headcanons, effie has been girlbossing in some form of industry since she was veryyy young. my girl deserves a break! and i think she would have very few reservations about an early retirement.

however, i don’t think this lack of formal employment makes her a housewife by any means. i’ve been in hayffie fandom circles for a long time and, generally, post-war effie rarely cooks, rears haymitch’s children, or does any sort of heavy manual household labour. at most she cleans, caretakes, shops, and sews; all of which feel like characteristically effie tasks to take on. it is for these reasons that i think an unemployed post-war effie doesn’t necessarily quantify as a housewife, at least not in the traditional sense.

but, i have always been a proponent of Effie Does Things after the war! providing sewing & mending services, selling dozens of goose eggs, working the counter at peeta’s bakery when he needs it, teaching piano at the local school once a week, etc! i think all of these are highly plausible post-war effie activities that would occupy the “i need to do something!” part of her brain.

they’re not necessarily formalized employment, but they’re something to do with her time whilst also offering her more freedom & flexibility than she ever saw in her former industries.

#is it too late to chime in on this #idc you’re getting it anyway #my mind… it’s always on Her #effie trinket #hayffie

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angelxd-3303 · 1 year ago

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*jump scares you with lore art for my poppy playtime au*

I've been a fan of Poppy Playtime for awhile now, and it's kinda been my most recent hyperfixation.

In this au, the player is a former employee of playtime Co. named Patrick Desmond. He worked in the Game Station, caring for the children as they arrived. About a year into his employment, Patrick met a teacher from the Playcare named Lilith. The pair started working more closely after Patrick was promoted to a position in her school, started dating, and got married two years after meeting. (A healthy hetero couple???Nani??)

Some time later, a boy named Daniel Harvey came into the factory. He was orphaned at five years old, and was taken in by Playtime Co. He was meant to become a test subject; they intended to use him to create DogDay, but he was one of the lucky few to escape when Patrick and Lilith adopted him at 7.

Lilith sadly wound up losing her job at Playtime Co., when Miss Delight was created. She was heartbroken at leaving her students, but made the most of it by focusing on her adopted son, and her new life as a mother.

Patrick stayed at Playtime Co. for another four years. As time passed, he became more suspicious. Why did kids keep disappearing? Why was no one answering any questions? Everything came to a head when a child he was watching dropped her Mommy Longlegs toy, and Patrick was mortified to see blood spilling from between the plastic.

Following that incident, Patrick began scrutinizing Playtime Co. more closely. In a risky move, he snuck into his manager's office to investigate. He wound up finding papers describing the requirements for experiment test subjects. With that, he realized that all the rumors he'd heard over the years were true, that this childcare program was nothing more than a way for the company to gather subjects for their sick experiments.

Patrick made up his mind; he put in his two weeks notice. His boss wasn't happy, but Patrick was determined to muscle through the last weeks and leave this pit of a factory.

Now, as is canon, he called in sick on August 8th, 1995. The Hour of Joy. Daniel brought a cold home from school, and Patrick caught it. The next day, despite still being ill, Patrick tried to go to work. When he saw a flood of cop cars outside the factory, Patrick figured they'd been exposed for their crimes, turned tail and went straight home.

The police asked questions, of course, but since Lilith hadn't been there for years and Patrick had missed work that day, they had little reason to ask much of them. They still cooperated insofar as they could.

Ten years went by, and though Patrick had gotten a new job at a grocery store, Playtime Co. was always on his mind. The couple agreed that Danny was the only good that came from the situation, but Patrick could never shake the guilt. He had no idea what happened in the factory, or why he never saw any former employees around. Still, the guilt of leaving when there was clearly something going on lingered.

So when he received a vintage Poppy Playtime advertisement and a messily written plea to return, Patrick hardly thought twice.

Daniel, 17 now, had grown up with a loving but guilt ridden Patrick as his dad. He didn't know what exactly went down in the factory, but had memories of Playcare and the way he and the other kids were treated. He knew his dad felt guilty about leaving the factory, so when Patrick ran off without warning Danny knew exactly where he went.

Danny would be damned if he let his Dad go trudge through the painful memories of the past alone, so he went in after Patrick, facing what could have been his fate in his quest to find his father.

Lilith has her own demons regarding that factory, so she always held her husband back from returning. Her worst nightmare came to fruition when both her husband and son charged headlong right into the belly of the beast. Not willing to stand by while her family went down the drain, Lilith put aside her fear of Playtime Co. and went in after them.

So we have a man riddled with survivors guilt, a boy facing what his fate was meant to be, and a woman who knows more than she lets on...

Mayyybe a fic upcoming?? I'm still working on my Mario one, I promise. I've just hit a creative roadblock, so I'm gonna try to redirect to a different project and revisit it later to see if the flow returns. Sorry to keep you waiting!🙏

Let the games begin.

#traditional art #ao3 stuff #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #poppy playtime ocs #dogday my beloved #more to come #lore dump #poppy playtime au

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The slow but incessant rain of anvils began in 1942.

George Macomber was walking from the trolley stop to his home in Great Falls (a name which many newspapers took advantage of in their lede selection) when a two-ton Bavarian fell out of the sky, landing squarely on top of poor George. He was Flattened instantly.

And, seconds later, he slid out from beneath the anvil, with a new height of one and a half millimeters. He had become, in an instant, the densest human being on the planet.

George Macomber happened to look up just before impact. This saved his life: because he was the first to ever be Flattened, the extremely-high-density intravenous fluid setup had not yet been invented, and no hospital could have kept him hydrated if his mouth were not accessible on his topside. (Iris Colelman invented the extremely-high-density intravenous setup in 1947, after hundreds had perished due to dehydration mere days after their Flattening.)

In another twist of good fortune, George Macomber had served as a signal officer in the Navy during the Great War and knew Morse code. While his vocal chords were capable only of producing an awful gurgling, he could still communicate by blinking - a trick that the doctors recognized quickly. And so he was able, painstakingly, to describe the characteristic sound of the anvil's descent: a terrifying descending whistle, like the slide-flute sound used for falling bombs in animated reels.

His story is not all a happy one, though. Some who are Flattened eventually pop back up to their former stature, but poor Mr. Macomber never did. While his medical condition remained stable, his wife divorced him and he had trouble finding employment. Seven years after his Flattening, he stopped eating or drinking. His final words, blinked to his nurse, are lost to history; she felt that she owed him her silence, even as she was fired and eventually prosecuted for letting him pass in this manner. The court asserted that she should have immobilized him and given him a high-density drip.

Only twenty-three days after George's Flattening, Irma Childress was returning from the bakery when a six-ton farrier's anvil hurtled down and Flattened her. She, too, was lucky enough that her mouth remained accessible. Her story is happier than George's - she was also the first person to pop back up to her normal height. It took her six months, and those must have been worse than George's, as she did not know Morse code - though she learned it and was proficient by her third Flattened month.

Even after regaining her former height, Irma remained wary of doors, stairs, and any place with high foot traffic. She sold her house in Los Angeles and moved out to an almond farm. She spoke to the press repeatedly and respectfully, and to this day is remembered as an early and passionate advocate for keeping the Flattened comfortable and helping them maintain their dignity.

Nobody has discovered where the anvils come from. They fall primarily in North America, most often in the southwest and midwest. Some suspect that they are flung by tornados, or some sort of awful prank, or military test flights. They are always of recent manufacture, indicated by a date stamp, but never a maker's mark.

The rate of Flattenings increased until the late 50's, at a peak of a bit over 100,000 in 1958. Today, the rain has slowed: there are usually between one and two thousand Flattenings a year. This incident rate has held steady since the early 1980's. This is unusual, since far fewer anvils are manufactured or used today than were in the 1940's. Of those Flattened, about half pop back to their previous height, usually between two months and a year after their initial Flattening.

It was difficult for the Flattened to connect with each other before modern video conferencing - those who were lucky enough to look up before their Flattening can see above themselves, but cannot see in front of themselves, and it is generally difficult for the Flattened to orient themselves otherwise. The Flattened of today generally stay on a table with a tablet above them, modified to use eye tracking for navigation. (Of course, this only really works with Flattened whose eyes are on their top- or bottom-sides; those with eyes facing forward, or whose faces were crushed into their bellies, can usually hear, but have a very hard time making themselves understood.) Regardless of orientation they are helped by dedicated care nurses who changes their IV fluids. These nurses are provided by Flattening insurance, offered by all major insurance providers; they often also take over some of the responsibilities the Flattened previously held, such as taking care of their children.

Sadly, the provisions surrounding Flattening insurance have changed in the last twenty years. Most nurses make less than 20% above minimum wage, and are afforded very little flexibility by the job, which requires them to attend the Flattened's household around the clock. They become very close with those they care for - in many cases they develop shorthands to make communication easier, such as diacritic modifications to the blinked Morse code.

While the Irma Childress Foundation is the leading voice for Flattening insurance reform, some long-term Flattened feel that their concerns are often not heard. They contend that the Foundation often bargains away provisions that could help some edge cases - especially those with limited communication capabilities.

Some of the Flattened have started pooling resources to buy land and build a city suited to their own needs, to wean themselves off of the marginal succor offered by the insurance system. We who stand tall must support them. We must afford them not only the dignity of doing our best not to step on them, but to self-determination. We must acknowledge that their lives are all unique and different. We must refuse, if you will pardon the pun, to flatten their experiences into one single narrative.

#looney tunes i guess #acme #anvils #fiction #looney tunes #looney toons #not blacksmithing

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