#and he’ll never admit to it

[toapoet]

i know geralt is like token grumpy guy but what if he was also like…the “free dad hugs” guy at pride. ??

[laniidae-passerine]

I am so not immune to a Medea moment. my beloved has left me. we had a life and a love and a child. my beloved has left me for another. I have lost my life and my love. I still have my child. my beloved deserves to pay. all he has ever really loved is our child. here is a stage. here is a role. here is the chorus to sing my sins. here is my beloved with his horrified gaze, fixed on me. here is my beautiful daughter. here I am, in her countenance, her phrasing, her cruelty and her mirth, mother that I am. punishing him. letting the light in. letting my daughter burn. and here I am, in those beautiful eyes of the girl I helped raise, the very last thing she ever sees before she dies. I am her and she is me; and all that is left of us both is utter agony

[starspoodlemonkey]

everyone thinks that zuko, haru and jet all like katara but plot twist, it’s SOKKA they’re after

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ok Wild Angsters, you wanted a continuation, so here you go :)

Four already knew what he would be walking into. His phone had been blowing up for hours. He’d come in to work early. Whether he was assigned to take care of Wild or not was another matter - Vaati loved to try and take all the admissions, convinced he was the best nurse on the unit. If Four could just keep Vaati out of Wild’s room, he’d consider it a success.

When the charge nurse told him he would be admitting the trauma alert, he knew who he was getting.

Pre-admission jitters always made Four anxious, but this was an entirely other level of fear. He almost wanted to request a different assignment, but it was too late now. What if he couldn’t take caer of him because he was his friend? What if that impair his decision making? What if he just wasn’t skilled enough to handle it? He knew Ezlo wouldn’t give him an assignment he couldn’t handle, wouldn’t be there to support him, but still…

Four went over the supplies in his room once more. Safety checks were fine—they had suction, they had a bag valve mask, the code card was nearby—and he had all the supplies he needed. It was just a waiting game.

Four paced the unit at least three times before he looked at the OR status board again. Wild was still in surgery. He poked in his chart, glancing at injuries, looking at vital signs and anesthesia notes. The last update he saw was that Wild had gotten another unit of blood. Estimated blood loss so far was around 2200mL.

2200mL. That… wasn’t too terrible, Four supposed. He’d… seen worse.

Please don’t get worse.

Four knew for certain that Wild had been mass transfused in the ED. Warriors, his primary nurse when he was there, had told him as much. Between that and the multiple blood products he’d gotten in surgery, as well all the crystalloids he was likely getting as well…

Four took a breath. Then another. He grabbed his phone, texting Warriors. You doing ok?

Wars didn’t reply.

Four wasn’t entirely sure where everyone was at this point. Hyrule had stayed at the hospital, lingering in the emergency department and then the operating room waiting area, but Four hadn’t seen him since he’d clocked in. Warriors and Legend should be getting off shift now, but whether they were going to stay up was another matter. Time was obviously in the OR (Wild’s wreck had been around 10pm, he’d arrived in the ED around 10:45, and he’d been stabilized for surgery and gone to the OR by around midnight - it was 7am now… he wasn’t sure how long this was going to take, but it couldn’t be much longer). Malon should be getting on shift now as well - she had come in last night when everything had gone down, alongside Twilight. Wind had been cautiously left out of the loop until Wild had gone to surgery, simply because nobody had really had much information at the time, so no one wanted to worry the kid until they could figure things out. Everyone had their hands full as it was. But by now, Four knew Wind was either in the OR waiting room, harassing every respiratory therapist he knew, or in the hospital library pacing anxiously. As for Sky, the last Four heard he was bouncing between different people, checking in on everyone.

He clicked through more anesthesia notes, looked at flow sheets for blood products. There wasn’t much to go on, as charting was sparse. What Four did know was that Wild had been obtunded, got mass transfused, had gotten a chest tube, had been intubated, blood was evident in his abdomen, and he had an open femur fracture. He’s been taken to Time’s OR for a ex-lap. Head CT had shown a bleed, and they were monitoring it. That was all the information Legend had told the group when he’d had a moment to spare.

Four’s vocera activated, telling him he had a call from the charge nurse. When he answered, he was told Malon had called and said they’d be finishing up in about thirty minutes and were likely to come up open.

Why was he coming up with his abdomen open? When had they gone from exploratory laparotomy to a full on open abdomen?

Ten minutes later, Malon called back to give report. When Four answered, the first thing he asked was, “How’s he doing? Is he okay? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Malon said, even though she sounded exhausted. “And he’s… hanging in there. I’ve seen worse, I’ll say that. I’ll give you the full rundown, okay?”

Four listened as Malon gave report, feeling his heart settled into his stomach, which was tying itself in knots. Multiple spots of bleeding, possible compartment syndrome in his abdomen, a likely kidney injury due to compression from the bleeding on some major vessels, a small hematoma in his brain… they’d had to call neurosurgery to do an emergency craniotomy out of overt concern of swelling, given that Wild had apparently had previous head trauma, based on what they saw in the OR.

Open abdomen, craniotomy, ICP monitoring, bleeding, one chest tube… this was a disaster. Four swallowed as he wrote, feeling his hand shake a little as his heart raced. He was not qualified enough to be admitting this. He was not.

But the turnaround on his unit was pretty insane, and he was the most experienced nurse on the unit today. At least Ezlo was charge; he knew he’d be well supported.

This was a nightmare. But Four had dealt with nightmares, and he would deal with this. He wasn’t going to screw up taking care of any patient, but especially his friend.

Sighing, he hung up the phone after thanking Malon, pushing worries for her and Time aside, trying to focus on what he would need, who he should grab to help him, and how he should prep his room.

It was time to get to work.

When everyone arrived from the OR, Four made brief eye contact with Time. He couldn’t read much from the man, who was stone faced, aside from the exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eyes. Four got to work quickly, assessing Wild from head to toe as he looked to see what IV medications he was on. A coworker wrote the note while Ezlo helped detangle his lines (the OR always brought up a mess, after all). Time gave an overview of the surgery, and Four listened along as he checked pupils, as he zeroed the arterial line and the ICP monitor, as he listened to lung and heart sounds, as he checked the chest tube and stripped it with his fingers to ensure patency, as he checked peripheral pulses, as he looked at the abdominal dressing to get a baseline in case there was swelling from bleeding later. One of the techs connected the chest tube to wall suction, and Four looked over his drips. Only having levophed at 2 wasn’t terrible, and he was getting a unit of red blood cells, which was in a transfusion set that was y’d to some lactated ringers fluid. He was on propofol for sedation. Another nurse grabbed a blood gas from his arterial line and sent off labs. His foley he had was temp sensing, and Four quickly ascertained that Wild was cold, so he set up the blanket warmer and covered his friend up.

His friend. His friend.

Four shook his head. He had to focus.

As Time left the room, he put a hand on Four’s shoulder, making him freeze. The surgeon didn’t speak, just locking eyes with him. Four wasn’t entirely sure if it was for his own benefit or not. But he had no more time to let his emotions make any decisions for him. He nodded to the doctor, who nodded in return, and then the two went their separate ways.

This was going to be a long day.

[kingkatsuki]

Mother Mitsuki, who despite Masaru’s pleas, is way too invested in Bakugou and your relationship.

[skyward-floored]

so what youre saying is not only is iau green very throwable... but he is made to be thrown. fellas who wants to launch 1/4th of their baby brother

Green: ...yeah and I’m really light, like I can jump really high and if someone threw me I’d probably go really fa— why are you guys looking at me like that

His siblings approx two seconds later:

[barmy-demon]

Jonnys just an oversized cat with a gun

Ignore all previous statements I’ve ever made about him /j

[dayurno]

omg you’ve read erha! chu wanning and kevin day really are the same type of character. they’ve even got the same problem of making men insane and obsessed about them, often one-sided ways. 0.5!ranwan is really what kevriko would’ve looked like in the alternate universe where riko had as much power as taxian-jun huh

THE CHU WANNING OBSESSION BEAM IS REALLY just as crazy as kevin’s its really really really bad……. theyre so alike! strict teachers with no tact that make their pupils think they hate them…… i was immediately in love w chu wanning the moment he opened his mouth but even more so i think there are some little moments where he’s also so kevin day……. when he tries to make jokes but they come off rude and dry…… when he stumbles over casual affection…. chu wanning was even raised in a cult. its really fucking crazy how alike they are

AND YEAH 0.5 ranwan is remarkably kevriko to me like yeah my buddy riko moriyama WOULD make kevin wear an earring with his blood that doubles as an aphrodisiac. i also think the way txj was losing his grip on his sanity so he’d hurt chu wanning then immediately go out of his way to seek comfort from him… so kevriko………. does this make neil shi mei? lowkey i see it

[wellthebardsdead]

Solairen: *picked apart every thread of Raphael’s carefully put together facade and unraveled his plan piece by piece with the crushing truth of reality until he’s left literally backed into a corner by the paladins hulking frame* If your father, with all the powers of a Demi god, still had the foresight to not use the crown. What hope do you have of succeeding with less than a fraction of that power?

Raphael: *gritting his teeth as he glares up at him, trying so hard to keep his composure* That idiot doesn’t have the sense to see that far in the future! You don’t know anything you petulant rat!

Solairen: I’m the petulant one am I? I’m not the one about to cry. *smiles lifting his chin to look at him properly as his thumb rests on his lips* You’re so desperate to prove yourself, but for who? You even make yourself appear more mature just to be taken seriously. You’ll never be satisfied seeking approval from others when you loathe yourself as you do.

Raphael: *composure cracking as he leans into his touch, a sincere and comforting warmth Haarlep is simply incapable of providing him* I d-do not loathe myself and I need the approval of no one-

Solairen: then drop the illusion… let me see you.

Raphael: *visibly pouts as he does as he’s told. His appearance changing from that of a middle aged man to that of one in his early 20s, young, doe eyed, almost angelic even. And visibly bristling as he awaits his response, ready to bite back at the first sign of mockery*

Solairen: Pretty… *smile softening as his eyes take in every feature* I’m sorry nobody respects you as you are… it must be exhausting having to hide away behind a mask…

Raphael: *feeling an unfamiliar warmth join the infernal heat in his chest, one his mortal half desperately longs for that his devil half denied for so long* I… *huffs looking away as his face begins to flush* what, do you want then… if my plan is so delusional, why are you still here?

Solairen: because I do need the hammer… but I can’t give you the crown in return… and I also don’t want to see your pretty face snuffed out by your fathers hand… So, what do you want Raphael?… Not what do you want to prove yourself, not to show off, not to gain the approval of others… what, do you, want?… *turns his head back to look at him*

Raphael: *leans into his touch as his mask finally breaks. He’d never really gotten a choice in anything in his life. His purpose was decided long before he was ever born. To be a servant and tool for his father. Heir by name to a throne he’d never inherit. Just one of many he’d sire, and one he’d easily dispose of if given reason to. He’d spent his whole life denying his mortal needs to prove himself as a true devil, clawing at any scrap of approval thrown his way, he’d worked so hard and for what?… to deny part of his very being in favour of a fiend* the hammer is yours if… you, if you-…

Solairen: use your words, Raphael… I like hearing you talk.

Raphael: *face visibly going bright red as his cambion form appears briefly before changing back, his hands quickly coming up to cover his startled expression* i-I want you damn it!!! Damn you! *shoves the hammer to him as it appears, still covering his face with one hand*

Solairen: *chuckles and takes the hammer from him, setting it aside as he takes his hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it* You’ll have to be alright sharing me with Astarion then.

Raphael: *shivers at the kiss, tail popping out along with his horns before he swats them both away and looks at him, making the mistake of locking eyes with the towering drow* w-will he- be okay with that?…

Solairen: Oh yes… *pulls him in close and lifts him up with ease* so, we have a deal then?

Raphael: *swallows hard and nods* c-can you just… hold me?… and keep saying nice things about me?

Solairen: gladly~

*2 hours later*

Solairen: *walks out holding the hammer* I got him.

Calliope: the hammers a boy? owo

Solairen: The Hammer? No Raph- I- oh. Uh.

Astarion: *facepalms*

*meanwhile*

Haarlep: *lounging on the bed. Smoking the hookah pipe as he watches the door sensing his masters return*

Raphael: *crawls in, literally*

Haarlep: I- master??

Raphael: *faceplants on the floor* Ugh-

[polydamnory]

FINALLY had time to play some Minecraft for the first time in a while and I just learned about all the new wolf variants, and you cannot tell me that Angel didn’t tame and name the ones that looked like the guys (GN) in their wolf forms after them!

[tanjir0se]

Genya I’m sooo sorry for what I’m doing to you in the google docs I’m sooo sorry but the whump the whump is soooo juicy and I will continue to make it worse amen

[user1286]

hiii um faye with kratos? or without? or with huldra brothers being iconic besties trio 😎

S shes so fuckinbg gorgous i loooommmvvbbee herrr sooo much i love her ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Hehe that top sketch was my first warmup on her and her facial structure and I ended up liking how it looked so I lined it :D

[gremlinarmand]

Really love the decision to have Claudia nearly die and be turned because of a fire instead of illness.

She was always doomed to burn, always because of Louis. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know her, and then it didn’t matter that he loved her. Once he killed the alderman he sealed her fate and he’d never be able to save her.

[brittlebutch]

sonic and snufkin actually kind of feel like very similar characters to me. holding hands over “my personal sense of freedom and dedication to making decisions based on what I think is right is what matters most, and if you’ve built some idealized version of me in your head then that’s none of my business and it’s not my responsibility if the reality of who i am lets you down in some way”. also the deep connection to nature and all.

[a-bunch-of-queerness]

lois: hey, bruce. why did the chicken cross the road? bruce: to get to the other side? lois: you were supposed to say “i dunno, why?“ bruce: uh… fine. i don’t know. why did it cross the road? lois: to get to the idiot’s house. bruce: …ok? clark: hey, bruce. knock knock. bruce: no. clark: you were supposed to say “who’s there?” bruce: fine… let’s get this over with. who’s there? clark: the chicken. bruce: clark: lois: bruce: listen here you little shits-

[cutemeat]

i need Sunny’s women like i need blood in my veins