#alternative universe - hospital

[moth-flavor]

Wanted to do a Sparklefell AU (Underfell, but Sparklecare), except I'm dog shit at making designs, so now it's just edgy Sparklecare

They're lacking a whole lot of red n' black

Also was thinkin' about giving Uni a choker or somethin', but forgot and gave him a weird lookin' turtle neck thingy

[forgettingcrowbin]

Lot's of old songs running through my head...

Rey Valera but I've heard other banger renditions of the song :D

[mango-forest]

inspired by A Second Life by Die_Erlkonigin6083

“—lo?”

What?

“—an you hear us?”

Go away.

“The levels are stable. We should see if—”

He can’t move; he’s floating in place with wires attached to him. He can’t breathe; there’s some sort of liquid all around him. He can’t see; the liquid gel substance presses against his eyelids, forcing them shut.

“Process starting in three, two, one!”

What process? Just let him sleep.

“WARNING: SUBJECT F-4N70M DESTABILIZING. PLEASE CHECK ACTIVITY LOG.”

It’s getting warmer. He wants it to get cooler. Why is it getting warmer? He hates it. It only gets warmer when they’re doing tests. People are loudly talking to each other—or is it to him?

Is this another test?

-

He slowly opens his eyes. It is bright, in the way all of the Rooms are, sterilized white the only color on the walls. But there’s blue curtains surrounding the bed he’s in. They never let him have curtains.

Actually, there are a lot of differences between where he is and the Rooms. It’s hard to move, but when he turns his head to the side, it’s not only chairs and machinery that he sees, but there’s also a small table with flowers in a vase, and pillows stacked next to it. There is a tube connected to his nose, and another one leading to his arm. But the discomfort cannot compare to the awe he feels when he looks through the window and sees the darkness outside, speckled with lights.

He can see millions of lights past the window, glowing, tauntingly beyond his reach. It is overwhelming. It is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

He has to get closer.

Getting his body to move is the hardest thing he’s ever done. He clumsily paws at the tubes until they fall off and in the process tumbles out of his bed, crashing onto the floor. The machinery has gotten louder now, a constant screeching that he ignores as he painstakingly makes his way to the window. He has to slowly drag himself most of the way, but it’s worth it when he props himself against the wall, closer to the lights.

He hasn’t been there for more than a few minutes when someone sits next to him. “Hello,” the person—who was not there when he woke up—says. “What are we looking at?”

Why does the person have to look with him? He was looking at the lights first! “The lights,” he says. It’s quieter than he meant it to be. His voice is hoarse, and it actually hurts him to talk.

Something cool is pressed to his hand. “It’s water,” the person says. He doesn’t look away from the lights as the person sighs. He can’t curl his fingers enough to grab it. A hand presses against his chest, leaning him back into an embrace. Another hovers a few inches in front of his face, blocking his view of the lights.

Angrily, he looks at the other. The person smiles indulgently and uses the blocking hand to then grab the cup of water and raise it to his mouth. While he’s forced to slowly drink, the person says, “We call those lights ‘stars.’ Do you like stars?”

Carefully, he nods his head, a bit of water dribbling down his chin. Stars.

“I do too. Did you know there are other planets out there? My name actually came from one of those planets: my name is Nightwing. Do you have a name?” Nightwing asks slowly, placing the empty cup on the floor and then wiping the wet off his chin.

He also seems disappointed when all he gets in response is a blank stare.

“Okay then, kiddo,” Nightwing says. “Let’s get you back to bed.” The man shifts so that he’s now held against his waist. Then he gets up and they move back towards the bed with the blue curtains. They’re leaving the stars. Why are they leaving the stars? Is it because he didn’t answer? He weakly struggles against Nightwing, a whine leaving his throat. “Shh, shh, it’s alright, it’s okay. You can still see the stars from the bed.”

But it isn’t the same! Frustrated, he tries to bite Nightwing’s shoulder to get him to stop, because even the biggest scientist stopped when he did it, but even that doesn’t work because Nightwing’s stupid black and blue suit is too tough!

“Aw, baby don’t do that. This is special material, you’re just going to hurt your teeth.” Don’t tell him what to do. He stubbornly bites down harder.

The sheets are cool against his skin and Nightwing uses his hand to press against his chin and cheeks in a certain way that loosens the bite enough that he can detach him.

Ignoring the glare directed at his whole being, Nightwing then tidies some previously unnoticed papers on the bedside table and hums a little tune. “You know, if you don’t have a name, then I can name you. What about. . . Babywing? Or . . . Pythagoras?”

“Name?” he asks, unable to have before. “What is. . .?”

He trails off at the end, but Nightwing seems to have understood, frowning for a moment before smiling again. “A name is what people call you. It’s who you are, in a way.”

He doesn’t know what a Pythagoras was, but he does know he doesn’t want to be called that. “‘M not a baby,” he rasps.

Nightwing pauses and looks at him with a smile, probably pleased he was talking. “Well, your charts say you’re seven. So you’re basically a baby. A baby with no name, which I shall now fix by naming you. . . Small Boy!”

“You’re not good at naming,” he informs the adult. He’s forced to drink more water before he continues, unimpressed. “I have a name.”

“Nuh-uh,” says Nightwing. “I would’ve known, Small Boy.”

“Yes, I do.” His throat has gone dry and Nightwing seems to notice as he produces another cup of water out of nowhere and helps him drink again. “They called me Phantom.”

Never to his face. Never when talking to him. But sometimes, they would shorten his label to Phantom when talking to each other, something easier for them to say. To him and to the lab recordings, he was referred to as Subject F-4N70M only. But the thought of Nightwing—the only person to treat him like a person—using his label, a string of letters and numbers. . . it gives him a weird feeling of shame.

Nightwing blinks. “Phantom? That’s. . . a very nice name.”

He shrugs. It’s not like he chose it. “It’s not a normal name,” he mumbles. None of the people in the lab have names like Phantom.

Nightwing sits on the edge of the bed, giving him a gentle look. “Well, I think it’s fine. Nightwing isn’t a very normal name, either. Phantom sounds cool. Like a hero’s name.”

“What is a hero?”

The frown is back again for a second before the gentleness replaces it. “Someone who helps and saves people. My hero name is Nightwing.”

“You’re a hero?” he says in slight wonder. “You saved me. You were the voice I heard.” It makes sense: if anyone fits the label of hero, it would be Nightwing, he thinks.

“You could hear us when you were in stasis? Well, I was the one there, and I am a hero! But hey,” Nightwing quickly adds, “If you want to have a different name then you can! You don’t have to keep the name they gave you.”

“Really?” It is barely above a whisper.

“Really,” Nightwing responds, firmly.

“Can I,” he starts, voice small, “have—there’s this name I—“ He swallows and looks around nervously. Waving Nightwing closer, the hero indulgently leans over. He says it so quietly it might have been a murmur: “Can my name be Danny?”

“Danny?”

He nods. He’s never said that name aloud before; it’s only ever been floating in his mind—in fact, he’s never really said it even in his mind. But he knows, as soon as the name leaves his mouth, that it’s his. “Yeah. Danny, not—not Daniel, Danny.”

Nightwing smiles widely, warmly. “Danny with the bluest eyes,” he coos.

Danny smiles back, shy but undeniably happy. A yawn escapes him, making him a bit surprised. When another one escapes him, Nightwing laughs and says, “Time for bed, I think.”

“I am in a bed already,” Danny says.

“No, like—I mean it’s time to sleep.”

Danny tries not to flinch, although he probably wilts judging by how Nightwing’s face goes a bit worried. “Oh. Where’s the capsule?” he asks, looking around as if he just missed it the first time and it was in a corner he hadn't thought to check.

Nightwing frowns. “Your capsule?”

“Yes. Where else would I sleep?” Danny asks. Nightwing’s face does something complicated. Danny hopes this isn’t when he finally gets upset and angry at him.

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Ok hear me out:

Ice cream shop AU where LEC is part of exclusive Ferrari catering BUT Charles is also on a discreet honeypot mission to tempt a 3 time world champion to sign with Ferrari.

[thebeingmerf]

Hospital AU chapter 1 page 2

CW: Strangling/choking, violence, needle puncture wounds

Close-Ups:

[theswedishcatlord101]

(Hospital Au wip!) Kevin’s head was annoying me to draw so his punishment is beheading

[anartistsjunkdrawer]

🏥TADC Hospital AU🏥

This is an alternate universe in which TADC characters work in a Hospital instead of the Circus. It may sound less exciting, but they have adventures in the hospital like they do in the original universe. Characters who came into the digital world all started out as patients, but later became medical staff themselves. Overtime, many of the staff abstracted. They all work together to help each other and the patients at this Digital Hospital.

I do have Caine's design, but I'm currently redesigning him until I'm satisfied with it.

Caine is the CEO of the hospital, but he also has the side job as a dentist. <:

[s68l]

I don't think I ever posted these au designs, but it's called subconscious otherworld,

[lonely-parrot]

Hey Tumblr, i know i don't have that visibility, but, are any of you interested by a Marauders x Greys Anatomy AU ?

James and Reg are Derek and Meredith, because ofccc

[blondegirlbrainrot]

The first chapter of my Rejanis hospital au, called heartless, is coming to your screens tomorrow!

You don’t want to miss this one, believe me. I put a lot of effort and time into writing these characters and I think you’ll love them as much as I do 🫶🏻

Chapters will be uploaded daily on my ao3 account blondegirlbrainrot.

[bruciemilf]

Villain Clark hours. I genuinely wouldn't mind a villain Superman, but he's gotta be...Unhinged :) Not sophisticated, or diplomatic, or anything.

Just a pure product of governmental neglect, social ineptness, deranged innocence, and one inflated taste for destruction.

It's like hey what if vigilante from peacemaker was also a killing machine who's THIS close to snapping if Lex won't give him his goddam apple pie for wiping out those foreign fleets.

" i don't know why, but...I don't wanna kill this thing" points to said apple pie

" Yeah, uh. That's..That's called liking something."

Picture this;

Clark and Bruce meeting while Superman annihilates the justice league, an " illegal" group of superheroes.

A batarang razors through thin air and while it doesn't hurt Clark, it does startle him.

He doesn't like it. He doesn't like that he dropped the Martian like a sack of potatoes, because he wasn't DONE. " hey! I was playing with that!"

If he flies Bruce beneath the city infrastructure all wide eyed and and happy, well.

and that green light in Bruce's pocket blurs his vision, but his smile doesn't fade. If anything he's shaking. Not with fear, but the disturbing opposite of it, '' go ahead; let's light this fire, huh?"

Bruce grunts. It's going to be one long day.

Like, of course he leaves Bruce In a bloody pile and knocks him out with a kick to the face.

But.

Bruce is also left Alive. Yes, sure, hanged by two street lights with painful electricity wires cutting into his wrists and ripped cape wrapped around his face so no one would see him.

And with a big S scribbled on his chest, with his own blood.

But. Alive.

They both wonder why, and neither have an answer.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Medcember 2024 Day 4

Adrenaline

Summary: Modern AU. After a camping trip has gone horribly wrong, Astrid fights the medical team that wants to treat her. All she wants is to see Hiccup.

Warnings: Blood, Hospital, non-consensual drug use

Rating: Mature

Dead Dove: No

Words: 556

Prompt: Sedation

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Astrid

Whumpee: Astrid

Whumper: /

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author’s Notes: Thought it was time to whump Astrid again. (Because I definitely didn't do that yesterday.)

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

The last thing Astrid wants is to be sedated.

"Please, ma'am! Calm down, we're only trying to help!" The doctor in charge of her tries to tell her, but she's not listening.

"I don't need help! I drove us here!" The young woman argues as she tries to fight her way off the bed they put her on. She’s trying to pull her arms free, legs kicking because she’s afraid somebody will grab them, too. She refuses to lose.

"You're bleeding, please let us take care of you!"

"I don't care, I need to see my husband!" The husband she drove through every red light to get here after a simple camping trip went horribly wrong.

They’ve had them hundreds of times, the two of them loving to be out together in nature. Just them and no one and nothing else. Never before has anything ever gone wrong.

They were out in the woods, far away from civilization, to celebrate their anniversary. Some ignorant family was agitating a "cute and friendly" dragon that was actually showing signs of aggression. And Hiccup, her dear problem-solving husband and local dragon expert, tried to get involved and de-escalate the situation. Instead the family escalated it even further by yelling at him to mind his own business and the dragon, a Gronckle, attacked in retaliation.

It was like trying to pet a bear. They may look like oversized pugs, but they aren't dogs. They're dragons and he proved himself as one that day.

As a matter of fact, even strange dogs shouldn't be trusted! Astrid blames the internet. Just because it claims that Gronckles are the friendliest of all dragon species, doesn't mean they won't maul well-meaning husbands because someone decided that approaching grizzly bear-sized dragons was a very good idea.

"Please, ma'am. If you don't calm yourself, I'll be forced to use chemical restraints," the doctor tells her again as she and her team of nurses try to stop her from leaving.

It's not that Astrid came out of the skirmish unscathed. She knows of the deep clawmarks in her arms that are bleeding profusely, she got them by wrapping her arms around Hiccup in an effort to pull him out of harm's way. He would've been gutted if she hadn't.

But she didn't feel any of her injuries as she carried him all the way back to the parking lot. Didn't feel them as she put him in the backseat of their car and tried to make him wear a seatbelt as best as she could. Didn't feel them as she drove him to the hospital, wiping furiously at her eyes so her vision didn't blur as she sped down the road. Fighting her wannabe medical team, she can still hardly feel them.

"Hiccup needs me!" It's when she almost hits a nurse in the face, though entirely without intending to, that a needle with a sedative is brought forth. Astrid can feel the puncture, can feel the burn of the liquid being pushed inside of her and for a moment there's panic before it quickly begins to work.

In her last moments of wakefullness, her thoughts are with her husband and her last image of him. Hiccup covered from head to toe in blood, unconscious, and wheeled off in a bed to the first available operating room.

[navidoll]

Adora deserves to go a little unhinged, as a treat

[thebeingmerf]

Some of my favorite (of my) AU versions of Rainbow

LEFT TO RIGHT:

Hospital au

Ultimate Hero au

Flower Possession au

Altered Traits au

[aqua-dan]

Summary:

"My Garth… remember that game we used to play to take our minds off pain?" Yes. Yes he did remember. "All those made up superheroes. Even the kid who got hurt would end up laughing so hard."

Fandom: Aquaman (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Garth/Roy Harper, Gen

Characters: Garth (DCU), Roy Harper, Black Manta (DCU), Dick Grayson (mentioned), Wally West (mentioned), Donna Troy (mentioned), Arthur Curry (Mentioned)

Additional tags: Kidnapping, Amputation, Hospitalization, Beating, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Broken Bones, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, RoyGarth if you squint, Although it's technically a friendship fic, Spot the hidden Jackson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Whumptober 2024, Day 30: Hospital Bed

Words: 3,982

[bernadettesorgangarden]

What kind of Milk were you?