#and it was bad enough that they had to amputate to save her

[pushing500]

Ah, Xina. I see you have chosen... DEATH (we didn't kill her this time, but I was sorely tempted to).

The Empire is still under the impression that we're working together or something, and since we don't feel like breaking the illusion yet, Mechi reluctantly agreed to look after four paralysed prisoners who are (allegedly) from ancient cryptosleep caskets. I find that a bit tricky to believe because...

Paul? I recognise that name...

It seems that XiaoLiang's granddad from a similar prisoner quest has somehow re-contracted paralytic abasia, and also convinced The Empire that he's from an ancient cryptosleep vault. I am now weirdly curious about what strange shenanigans this grandpa must get up to.

The more I play this game, the less convinced I am that Mechi and Kwahu are the main characters... 🤔

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[virovac]

VETTED and URGENT: FUNDRAISING FOR @hell-bent-in-a-fever-dream's BREAST CANCER Surgey! (cw: heavy necrosis) .

Update april 23! "STILL AT $56/$1400. PLEASE DONATE. WE NEED TO GATHER ENOUGH FUNDS BEFORE THE DAY ENDS. PLEASE"

be warned of medical images in source Some sort of necrosis

The hospital did not do the amputation surgery discussed in previous post due to lack of funds.

As of today they have only $105.

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Donate here!!! (some pictures of blackened hand)

NOTE:

I just learned that gogetfunding is not mobile optimized, or maybe not even possible to use on some mobile? If this is the case for you, please bookmark until you get to a desktop and set a reminder alarm on your phone or some other way to remind yourself.

Hell-bent is a very nice person reblogging other people's campaigns around the world, and so her brother taking over her account while she is hospitalized has continued that kindness. And now she needs our help. Her breast cancer has spread to her arm leading to nasty blood clotting and necrosis. She has been hospitalized for a while with a family member taking over her blog. She needs money money for surgery, and also to keep her treatment from being cut off

Vetting posts

@kyra45 the scam buster For anyone wondering, this is the original post... someone made a fake campaign stealing pictures from hell-bent, and Kyra45 tracked down the stolen pictures to original source.

@c-u-c-koo-4-40k on Tumblr(23) vetting and explanation why not using Gofundme You may know c-u-c-koo-4-40k for their good work boosting various Gazan campaigns. Hell-bent cannot use gofundme as the country they reside is not one that has access to it. Hence why they are using the site. (it used to be 3.8 rating last week)

Donate here!!! (some pictures of blackened hand)

from converation with friend danandfuckingjonlmao

Excerpt from Jan 13 instragram

I've known Alex for going on three months, but if that isn't enough for people to trust the legitimacy, her fundraiser has been vetted by multiple Tumblr accounts with blogs dedicated to vetting fundraisers. I have also seen the current photos of her arm, which cannot be posted on Instagram or 1 will get my account restricted (or taken down) for posting 'gore’. The photos in the fundraiser are from August. I cannot overemphasise how much worse it's gotten. She is going to need it amputated. She had surgery a couple days after Christmas and has not fully woken up since. She gave her account to her little brother, Vin, who I have been in contact with ever since. Vin just turned 18 and is currently in charge of securing things for his mom and younger sister while his older sister is in the hospital. Alex and Vin lost their dad around the same time my brother and I lost ours, and that's one of the first things Alex and I connected over. I've been doing everything I can to support Alex, and now Vin, but ultimately, because of the world we live in, there is no replacement for money.

other conversations

i haven’t heard from vin in a few days but i can confidently say they need at least $1k more i just realised i never updated you—the hospital wouldn’t even go through with the operation because of lack of funds. i don’t know her condition currently but she just needs to hang on a little bit longer until we can get vin the funds. i can’t believe someone donated $1k though. thank you infinitely for your help viro. i’ll update you with any relevant info that i get from vin. Mar 12 10:47 PM

Dec 27, 2024

alex can’t post the pictures of what their arm looks like now because it will get their account taken down. that’s how bad things are. but i’ve seen the pictures and i can vouch for how dire their situation is. they need life saving surgery and their go get funding is barely crawling up. please. reblogging is always helpful, but PLEASE, if you have anything to spare, please donate. this is so fucking urgent i’m begging you.please help my friend.

Message from her brother:

we still need $1,900 immediately. Hopefully before the 24th so we wouldn't have to wait for another distant yet available date some time in April or June. We cannot wait that much longer. Not with this lack of funds and her health deteriorating.

Someone donated $1k a week ago, and all of it was spent on medication that needed to be purchased outside of the hospital because the in-house pharmacy doesn't have them at the mean time. We have a lot of meds/fees that piled on since the 25th of February.

All I have now is $105 here but this wouldn't last for a week. We have been rejected in all our loan applications.

But thank you for helping us all the time. It is difficult since it is rare to find someone willing to help, but I see your continuous efforts and it makes me feel not that alone. Thank you.

[knight-says-rollout]

Would you mind telling us about more disabled Cybertronians?

Oh boy would I

For this list let’s focus on physical disabilities, both because they’re the most commonly dismissed by the fandom and bc if we try to cover everything we’d be here all day (that can be another list, maybe, if y’all want)

This isn’t going to be comprehensive bc I’m tired but!! I will aim for a broad variety of examples nonetheless

Bumblebee - You all know him, you all love him. He’s the most obvious and most well known example of a disabled Cybertronian character.

In many iterations he is mute

Not by choice but because he lacks a voice box. Bee physically isn’t capable of speech and depending on the version has different tools to work around that. Sometimes he uses his radio to repurpose song and radio dialogue into speech, in cyberverse he also makes use of the internet for clips. In the aligned continuity (tfp and connected media) he speaks in binary, a very simplified form of language using beeps and buzzes, but still lacks a real voice and can’t form words.

In IDW he has a cane

At one point in the comics Bumblebee was shot by a human protester and as a result used a cane for a good bit of time. I haven’t had the chance to read that far into IDW yet so I’m not sure how long he had the cane for but it was enough time that it’s a solidified part of the charcaters history. I’ve seen little models of the cane for sale, to be paired with bee figures.

TFP Ultra Magnus - everyone’s favorite awkward commander, despite his popularity he’s surprisingly overlooked when it comes to this discussion

An amputee, he lost his hand

During an energon raid with wheeljack, magnus’ hand was crushed. Ratchet couldn’t save it and had to amputate, replacing it with a hooked prosthetic. I call it a prosthetic rather than replacement part because despite him being able to move it, it’s not a hand. Not in the way he had previously, and he has to relearn how to use it at all.

I think that’s an important distinction to make when discussing disability and transformers. Some bots might have only ever had one hand, or no legs, or etc but that’s always been their level of ability and since they Are robotic. Yeah they might not have the same capabilities as another bot but that’s a hard metric to go by. Seekers can fly but a grounder isn’t disabled because they can’t fly too, it’s a different standard.

WFC Shamble - far lesser known than Magnus, and reasonably so, this background character is Also missing a limb

Amputee, leg edition

His prosthetic is a lot less fancy than magnus’s, it’s a simple peg leg. Put em together and you get a pirate. Not much to say about him since i don’t know how he lost the leg, just that he did.

Shadow Striker - Most awesome lady in cyberverse. Unlike the above two, she Was able to get actual replacement parts rather than prosthetics. Despite this, she is both shown throughout the show and implied to have

Impaired mobility

Chronic pain

She was able to get replacement parts yes but they were needed because she was blown up. The limbs she was given were kinda just what the others could Find and as such are mismatched and don’t fit her very well. Her motor skills took a blow especially when it comes to combat, something she used to excel in. Her new limbs are described as unstable and prone to malfunction. The loss of mobility and implied chronic pain that come along with her situation are rough, but she makes do.

SG Soundwave - my favorite little guy, he’s in a bit of a different situation than the previous.

Bad Joints ™

His body was entirely overhauled multiple times, successfully, but the latest frame change was done with conflicting metals. Earth and Cybertronian materials clash in his joints, making them prone to getting stopped up. The most affected hinge being the one on the door to his tape deck. It is so prone to getting stuck that his cassettes refuse to dock with him at risk of getting trapped. To work around this, Soundwave has the aid of a personalized case he carries around that they dock in instead.

IDW Sunstreaker - speaking of assistive devices, this guy was (for a time) a wheelchair user! Or,, hoverchair.

Temporary,,, paraplegic? Correct me if another term fits better

Taking this moment for an aside to say hey!! Lookit that, both canes and hoverchairs are things that canonically and casually exist on cybertron!! It’s not too wild to assume there are bots out there who use them long term!! Yes both characters on this list were repaired eventually but they’re also both very popular old characters from an action based franchise and hasbro doesn’t have the balls to make something like that permanent yet. We the fandom are not hasbro. We can do whatever we damn want with our OCs. It’s canon that ur little guy can use mobility aids.

Ok, PSA over, anyway yeah Sunny’s body was basically wrecked and alpha trion was able to repair all of him except his legs. This put him in a hoverchair for a good amount of time.

Finback - he’s a con, a pirate, who developed a “metal wasting disease”

He’s on permanent life support

The disease is going to kill him eventually, and it’s explicitly stated that he’s come to terms with the idea of his death. In the meantime he’s using pretender tech, kinda like fancy armor, to reinforce himself and boost his immune system

Perceptor - for a microscope, the fact he’s got vision issues in multiple continuities is kinda ironic

He’s fully blind in cyberverse

He lost an eye in IDW

Between the two we get to see both routes taken to work with this. Adaption and technological aid. In cyberverse he uses his scope to compensate for the loss of vision Toph-style. In IDW he built himself a monocle that basically replaces the pieces that are missing.

Now we get into the uniquely Cybertronian disabilities, one’s that don’t quite translate to human conditions

Transmutate - is a beloved bot from beast wars

They can’t transform, they don’t have an alt mode

I’m hazy on the details of their character but afaik they came from a damaged stasis pod. Described as deformed and handicapped for their both their lack of an alt mode and general appearance, they are probably the oldest explicitly disabled Cybertronian character

Xaaron - from G1 is in a similar situation

He can’t transform, it would kill him

Unlike transmutate he does have an alt mode, a tank, but after thousands of years without transforming he is no longer able to. The new stress it would cause on his body would kill him.

Broadside - continuing with the subject of alt modes, this clumsy boy is a boat! That’s not a good thing.

He’s very prone to motion sickness

As you can imagine, chronic sea sickness isn’t the most helpful thing when you are the boat. This brings in the entirely new element of mobility issues that are inherent to alt modes. A bot that functions fine in root form might not in alt mode and vice versa.

Trailbreaker - is another instance of this. He’s not a fast car by any means but that doesn’t stop the fact

His frame has a very high energon cost

Possibly the least fuel efficient autobot, he’s got an outlier ability on top of it all that only further increases his required energon intake. He needs to pay more attention to his energon levels and refuel more often overall.

G1 Knockout - yes that’s right the shiny medic himself is on this list, though not for the same reason as his tfp version, g1 knockout still lives up to his name

He’s prone to fainting

A knockout in the more literal sense, he faints when he gets too excited. Fully collapses and everything. Since he’s a fall risk, his teammates take care to keep an eye on him.

Annnnd Yknow he probably should’ve been earlier in the list along with the “human-ish” issues but I’m tired, it’s late, and I’m bringing this list to a close

Im sure there are more characters that I didn’t mention but I hope this helped! Thank you for the ask

[shmuel-ben-sarah-kcd2]

i'd love to hear more of your thoughts about samuel! maybe the scar lore? maybe his and miriam's relationship? 👀

howdy there! So I’m going to start this off with a MASSIVE Trigger Warning for antisemitism, depictions of violence, and spoilers for Exodus onwards. This shit gets pretty heavy chat and we’re having a bad time.

It is stated in the game that Samuel, Sara, and Rabbi Jehuda lived in Prauge for a few years before returning to Kuttenberg. I set the year of his birth to 1379, after Rosh Hashanah, so he’s twenty four in the events of canon, and he’s nine years old on Easter of 1389.

“Easter Sunday that year coincided with the last day of Pesach. A priest who was leading the Easter procession through the ghetto was hit by some pebbles and caught in the cross fire of some Jewish children playing in a sandbox. The priest, who was carrying an eucharistic wafer claimed that pebbles hitting him, made him drop the host.

He insisted that the community purposely plotted against. him. The priest's followers beaup the boys. The parents of the boys came to the defense of thair children. The clergy led byJesek Ctyrhranny riled up the mobs to take vengeance. A mob was then incited to attack the ghetto. Jews were bludgeoned to death with axes and killed with bows and arrows.

The synagogue was destroyed and the Torah scrolls were trampled and stepped on.

The buildings were set ablaze and the homes were pillaged.

According to a Latin parody Christians fell upon all Jews, amputating their limbs one by one....”

five hundred of us were slaughtered, half to two thirds of our population in Prauge.

I count Samuel, his mother, and his Zayde among the survivors. I count his Bubbe Chava, his aunt Esther, and his best friend, Benjamin, among the massacred, the martyred.

Samuel and Benjamin were among the boys playing in the street. And it was Samuel whose aim slipped.

the burn scars, the jagged gash across the back of his head from being slammed into the stones on the street, several of the blows by blade, and the piercing wound of a pitchfork going through his leg, these are all from the pogrom.

by all accounts, he should not have survived. He was knocked unconscious, and as he was not a girl, the mob moved on to slaughter others. His Zayde pulled him, carried him to safety, until the two of them had made it far enough out of the city to see the flames but not hear the screams.

it is there, that Jehuda stops, does what he can to bandage his grandson’s worst injuries, giving the boy a knife to defend himself, telling him that if he didn’t come back, Samuel should run that way to try and get to the next tow over. then rabbi Jehuda hides his grandson, placing his hands on Samuel’s head, and whispering a brucha. And so Samuel became a man. (This is nearly word for word what happened to my Czech Jewish great grandfather when the soldiers came…)

While his Zayde was able to find Sara alive, he was unable to save anyone else. All three will blame themselves.

Now, as for Miriam and Samuel. When Samuel moved back to Kuttenberg he was a lonely boy, still recovering, scared to play lest he begin another pogrom. But Miriam and her older brother Moshe kind of forced their way into his life. He taught them both how to read Czech and German (Moshe learned Hebrew in Cheder, and taught Miriam how to write Hebrew script and Yiddish is phonetic mostly anyway) and they taught him how to read a man (Miriam) and gut an animal the kosher way (Moshe, their father aas a butcher by trade) and to close a wound.

the three were really thick as thieves. Samuel had a little bit of a crush on both of them, to be honest. And of course, with all the fighting, the three organized a self defense milita. It had to be kept hidden from the goyim (we were not allowed to own weapons) but it was the ghetto’s only hope when a pogrom came.

Miriam and Samuel eventually parted ways, Samuel going to yeshiva for a year before returning to Kuttenberg, Miriam getting hired to work for Von Bergow, to keep an ear to the floor so she could warn her people when the next attack was coming.

[thegirlgraves]

decay 3A first playthrough retrospective ˚₊·

go to the sister post after this one, the "decay 3A predictions retrospective", for more specific thoughts on the endings overall. i had to split the post into two because of the image-count of THIS one, so check it out!

this post will be less full-analysis of this game and what it all means and such (maybe), and more-so me chronologically showing screenshots of character graphics and moments i have thoughts about while going through my first play-through of the game.

i took notes and screenshots of moments that interested me while playing this through, and i'll be going chronologically by whatever ending i hit first naturally with my own choices. enjoy <3

join me as i traverse through the mental decay of andrew graves!

BEFORE WE START. i chose a decay save with BULLETS and i chose "ANDREW" at the decision, and i did NOT pick up the wedding ring.

the way leyley has brought up this kinda shit since they were KIDS. also notable took a screenshot of this particular screen because its the first time a blush sprite was used in the new chapter. ended up being very common, CUTE ADDITION DEVS!!! :3

however, most of the early memories are fucking MISERY to sit through, not because its poorly written or it sucks, but because I FUCKING HATE THAT HAGG I WANT HER FUCKING DEAD. I FUCKING HATE THAT FUCKING BITCH. (shes already dead and she didn't even die brutally OR in pain. what a shame.)

seriously though the way andy was abused as a kid MUST be from some generational bullshit, the way renee was barely 15 when she had her first kid (and seemingly, just so she could have her perfect little chess pieces of "see mom! fuck you, my husband are SO well off and MY kids are SMART!". they were really just born just to prove a fucking Point. no wonder she disposed of them so easily.) and how renee passes down this ideal that the oldest sibling basically is THE parent of the other siblings, might show renees childhood and some generational trauma, but i don't care enough about her to give a shit SORRY.

all i wrote in my notes at this point was, sarcastically: "guys i think andrew had a troubling childhood im not sure though". by the way the little intro before they wake up was fucking BAD ASS. i love the new music holy fuck.

this whole sequence of ashleys amputated body and his reactions to it are so fucking interesting. i do love seeing him fall apart mentally, teehee! (the way the puzzle was like, about digging up his "beloved" out the grave and pieces her back together, does he think he destroyed her? and will attempt to put her back together? i wonder if this was an actual vision or if it was just something something vaguely symbolic puzzlestuff.)

also, we now get andrew's POV for the bunny plushies descriptions.

oddly repulsive, interesting :3

SPEAKING of item descriptions, when he obtains ashley's head...

though... the fact ashley is a big eye demon in this realm is INCREDIBLY interesting, not sure if it was meant to be a "shes all encompassing on andrews part" or if she ACTUALLY looks like that in demonic form. VERY interesting..

things are GETTING BAD! she shackles him to a radiator in a random cultists apartment after andrew lets all the souls in the demon realm escape (on accident, maybe) and he is literally STUCK with ashley with all his items gone and he CANT leave, so he becomes a fucking alcoholic.

even though she hates it so much. shes so SCARED.

after he calls julia begs her to let him free and NEARLY runs off to start a new life, gets doused in a cold bucket of liquid reality and he sulks on a bench by himself. until his old friend shows up, and has a small moment of "maybe i want ashley back :("

he comes home, with groceries, a bag of excuses and ashley promptly FLIPS her fucking shit as andrew desperately tries to calm her and tell her that he just wants to be with her forever. honestly if ashley stopped being a shivering rat with no trust capabilities right here, maybe a Genuinely good ending couldve occured. SHOCKER! she doesn't though.

he tries to get ashley to feel better by smoking with h- wait what the fuck.

oh they're making out on the couch now, splendid.

now ashley is trying to be the perfect little Wife for andrew, while andrew descents further into his alcoholism, and while ashley proceeds to piss him off over minor things that cause very Bad things to happen.

the title music playing while he beats The SHIT out of ashley is kinda fun and shows how fucking manic he is. in a way i cant describe. boo.

and they uh. Work it Out.

ok but seriously this scene here is horrifically interesting because... i still don't even know what to make of it. its like. ashley pushes andrew to fucking her while drunk, he's always Wanted to and he ADMITTED to wanting to fuck her the night before also while drunk. though ashley mainly fucks him to keep him around (her inner narration rats it out), it seems to be her last ditch effort to prevent him from killing her/killing himself by resorting to sexual favors? since she views this whole thing so transactionally due to her deep rooted insecurities regarding anyone GENUINELY caring about her as a person at all. its EXTREMELY FUCKED UP.

though, despite everything, i find it hard to consider it outright rape in my opinion (i am not a SA victim so i am being cautious with the word here), though it definitely was not safe OR sane OR normal in ANY fucking capacity, dubious at ABSOLUTE best (since ashley is disinterested in sex, which is something i understand the feeling of. not in a "asexual way", which is what a LOT of people feel it is.) but i REALLY think that if either of them didn't want it, they would've started fucking killing eachother and probably just thrown themselves out the balcony at That moment.

then again, the dialogue BEFORE the fade to black is something to be picked apart. i feel i am not qualified enough to get into it without romanticizing it or potentially getting it WRONG. TL;DR, THEY FUCK BUT IT IS NOT SAFE OR SANE OR EVEN REALLY CONSENSUAL AND hes not even hard and shes not even wet. ALSO THEY'RE SIBLINGS. everybody knows shits FUCKED.

oh, also.

this set of lines was so GODDAMN DIABOLICAL i had to rewind to the previous save i had and go back because HUH.

but anyway.

true shit. ashley taking advantage of the "women cant rape" because she Does.

anyway, after this point the route ends with them literally fucking KILLING themselves, andrew romanticizes the shit out of it after pointing a gun to her head for her Making Him Do That and they jump from the 7th story floor, to go SPLAT in front of a whole bunch of kids.

what an ending guys!

. . .

dudes what the FUCK did i just endure.

[sheeparuu]

I’ll call it Severed link au for now.

So I was always a sucker for a bad ending and I wanted to put out a few ideas cuz I thought it would be fun. Yes it started from Linked Universe since I’ve seen people make their own versions and I thought it would be cool to do it too. Also, English is not my first language.

Games I’ve finished:

1.  Sky: Inheriting a god’s power after defeating them is not something Link would have expected to happen after stopping Demise. Still, if the corruption of his mind and body is not enough proof of that, his old home falling out of the sky might be.

2. Twilight: Having a pointy chunk forcefully jammed in one’s brain is bad, using it to keep switching between hylian and beast form is worse, loosing their mind the more they shift is the worst. At least he might be able to get a position as Ganon’s lap dog.

3. Wind: One would be surprised how hard it is to kill a parasitic entity, especially when it takes over your body as a host. Still, after such a gruelling fight, it might remain inactive for a long time, licking its wounds at the bottom of the sea.

4. Spirit: When the hero fails saving his best friend and end up having to swear allegiance to the demon lord inhabiting her body, everything seems to be going to hell. But having that fight with the said demon awaken something from the sea might be just as bad.

5.Wild: Sometime even if a friendly goat amputates your arm, it might not completely remove the malice from your blood stream, or stop it going to your brain. It might just slow it down enough for you to realize that something is taking over you from inside out.

Games I haven’t played/ finished but I tried to research:

6. Losing your uncle, the girl of your dream and having the path to Lorule closed might give someone things to grieve about. Hoarding magical items and knowledge for the purpose of “keeping the people you love safe” is also bad. Being swayed by the dark magic to the point where turning people into stone to “protect them” is, you guessed it, bad.

7. Time: Once a certain evil entity realizes that the kid carrying godness power is a better target than a mere Skullkid it might just have to switch hosts. Maybe if the other masks the “hero” carried weren’t splitting his mind like hair ends he could have stood a chance.

8. Four: Sometime allaying with the wrong side, even if you plan to change sides once you get the upper hand, might lead to actions that you can never forgive yourself for. And sometimes the shame grows to the point you can’t even face the three other versions of yourself, even when they are fighting the big bad of your world. And sometimes when they lose, you might feel the most vulnerable you’ve ever been.

9.Warriors: Maybe if the portals Cia chose to open lead to worlds were the heroes won their adventures, the story would have been different. Maybe if she never realized that Link wouldn’t be hers, even by force, she wouldn’t have turned him into a puppet king. Maybe if his mind wasn’t completely aware of everything around him, while being completely disconnected from his body he wouldn’t have had to agonize like this.

10. Hyrule: Sometimes when a the kindness and heroism of a child is rejected by the entire world and the cult that’s following him takes a much more manipulative approach instead of trying to kill him, it might just end much worse for the common man.

Notes: I always liked the idea that heroes are not purely good and always getting the good ending, and that if their life had just enough differences they would have failed/turned to the dark side. I mostly thought it would be cool for the characters to have a “failed��� version and in my head they could serve as a “self discovery journey” for the og heroes. Like having to compare yourself with your worst version would cause some major introspection.

P.S: Yes I added Spirit since I think he and Wind could have some really cool dynamics. Also if someone already did the idea before me I'd like to know.

[pokemonpetfinder]

How do I get a buizel to trust me? I saved her from a net on the beach, and her tails had to be amputated due to the lack of feeling, and skin getting BAD...

Different steps to getting a pokemon to trust you. For one, the Buizel needs to know that you're not going to hurt her. It sounds like she's been through a lot, so it could take a while.

For starters, you should just be in the same room as her, but not touching her. If you try petting her, she might take you putting your hand out as a threat. You can feed her, take her outside, etc, but don't start petting her yet.

Giving her treats as you care for her is also recommended. A lot of pokemon see sharing food as opening trust, and you feeding her lets her know that you are going to take care of her, and that your are both part of the same group.

If you want to start petting, let her get used to you being near her, and when you start, gently reach your hand out and let her come to you. Only start petting when she comes to you.

Then there's other things like giving medicine, checking teeth, etc. Even if you pass the first three, this one can still be dangerous because it's unusual. I'm sure we've all had a, "WHATS IN YOUR MOUTH?" moment with your pokemon, and since we're focused on getting whatever is in their mouth out, we neglect to ignore how scared or uncomfortable our pokemon is with us shoving our fingers into their mouth. I've been bitten because of this. Honestly, just gently handling them before stuff like this happens is good, so they won't be as nervous when we have to take something out. But, please make sure they feel comfortable enough to let you do this. Buizel jaws are strong, and you could get bit

Hope these help

[dixonsdarkelf]

Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Three

Main masterlist Series masterlist AO3 link Wattpad link

Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please

TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, dixonsdarkelf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, mention of nightmares

Word count: 2k

“Ok, so Rick, Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Michonne, very pretty name by the way, and Carol. I think I’ve got it,” I said, pointing to each person as I said their name so I could associate names to faces. I followed the group up the steps and out into the sunshine. I took off my glasses and blew some dust off of the inside.

A teenage boy was sitting outside in the grass. He couldn’t have been older than 14, maybe 15, and he was holding an infant. They couldn’t have been more than 6 months old. I had to push the thoughts out of my head of what the mother must have gone through birthing a baby during the literal apocalypse.

“Carl, this is Vector,” Rick said to the boy. I assumed this was his son. I squatted down to Carl’s level. Carol said some things to Rick that I couldn’t make out before walking off.

“So you cut off Aaron’s foot?” he asked me. I chuckled a little and nodded.

“She saved Aaron’s life, and we can’t thank her enough for that,” Rick corrected.

“I’m a trauma surgeon. Probably the best kind of doctor to have around in a situation like this. It was far from my first amputation,” I told him, “and who is this little one?”

“This is my sister, Judith,” he replied. I cocked my head and admired the little baby in his arms. She just stared at me, wide-eyed, before giggling and waving her hands around at who knows what. ”Or Lil’ Ass Kicker, if you’re asking Daryl.”

“Well, she is adorable.” I stood back up and looked over at Rick, holding a hand up over my eyes to block out the sun. “So Rick, you seem like an authority figure in this place. Where do you want me at?”

“Vector, you’re gonna be sharing that house over there with Daryl,” Rick said, pointing to a house that was just out of my line of sight, “there’s plenty of space for two people.” I felt my heart stop for a moment, and my eyes grew wide. I felt my stomach churn at the thought of sharing a space alone with a man I’d barely met. I rubbed my rope scars.

“You want me where?”

“She’s goin’ where?” Daryl asked. The irritation in his voice was heavy. I could only see his shape in my peripheral, but I could feel the distaste for me radiating off of him. I thought I was going to choke on it.

“Daryl, it makes sense to keep her near the infirmary.” Rick retorted.

“I don’t know, is there like, someone who’s…not a man…that I can stay with?” I asked, then immediately recanted my statement, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be picky. Y’all were gracious enough to let me in, and I can’t thank you enough for that.” I looked over at Daryl, “we’ll make it work.”

“I dunno who 'we' is, but I ain’t the one,” he said. He slung his crossbow over his shoulder and sauntered away. I watched as he dragged his feet across the ground back to his, well now “our” house.

“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him,” Rick assured. I gave him a hesitant face.

“Are you sure? He seems, I don’t wanna be mean, but a little more than just rough around the edges. Will I be, umm,” I swallowed hard, “safe in there? Y’know, since I’m “tiny.””

“As long as you don’t swing first,” Glenn replied.

“Hey Maggie, you don’t, uh, happen to have a hair tie, do you? I had fashioned one out of gauze and a rubber band, but it broke.”

“Rosita might,” she said, patting me on the shoulder, “c’mon, Glenn and I can show you around and introduce you to everyone.” I gave a small smile and a nod. Her and Glenn started off, and I looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath of fresh air. My brothers and my dad crossed my mind.

“I wish you guys could see this,” I whispered, following after the two of them.

After introductions to everyone, Glenn and Maggie took me over to the infirmary, where I stored the medical supplies I’d been carrying. After giving the remaining astronaut food to Rick to store in case of an emergency or a long journey and emptying it of gauze, bandages, disinfectant, pills, and small medical tools, my pack was much lighter. I still had yet to get my weapons back.

“So is Rick right?” I asked, following the two of them back outside, “about what he said about Daryl? I just get the vibe that he doesn’t like me, and I’ve hardly talked to the man.”

“Daryl’s very…” Maggie turned to Glenn before looking back at me, “protective of the people he cares about. You’re a fresh face. Don’t take anything too personally. And eventually, he’ll really see you as one of us. You’ll be fine.” She turned to look at the house I’d be staying and then back at me. “I’ll go in with you if that would make you more comfortable.” I swallowed and nodded.

She gave Glenn a quick kiss & he walked away before we headed over and up the tiny steps to the front door. It was a cute little grey house with large windows and flowers in the front that I was surprised weren’t dead. I figured gardening wouldn’t be at the top of anyone’s priority list in a time like this. Maggie knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before letting herself in.

“It’s Maggie and Vector!” she called out, letting me past her and closing the door behind us. No response. I unzipped my black combat boots and kicked them off. I let out a sigh of relief as my feet touched the floor, gently lifting each of my feet and pulling my socks off. The floor was ice cold under my feet.

“I’ve never been so excited to be barefoot. You forget about the little things, like being able to walk around without shoes on,” I said. I took a look around at what was in front of me. There was a set of stairs straight ahead, the kitchen off to the right with a small island in it, and a living area to the left with a couch, coffee table, and a chair. To the right of the stairs was a door, which I guessed was either a bathroom or a basement door.

“Well I bet you’re even more excited to get clean,” she said to me, “if this layout is anything like mine, which it looks like it is, I can show you where everything is at.”

“Hell yeah, let’s go,” I replied, following her over to and up the stairs. It felt strange to be walking around without my boots on. Previously, the only times I’d even taken them off were to quickly wash off when I’d find a creek, but that wasn’t very often. She led me to a room on the left and gently pressed the door open. Inside, there was a bed and a dresser with a mirror above it.

“This one’s you,” she told me, “oh, gimme your clothes & I’ll make sure they get washed.” I set my backpack down on the bed and fished my remaining clothes out.

“I would’ve been more than happy with just a chair cushion on the floor in a corner,” I beamed, handing my clothes over to her. I felt bad because they absolutely reeked, but she handled them as if there was no issue. Probably to not make me feel bad, which I appreciated. I left my bag on the bed and followed her back out to a door across the hall.

“This one’s the bathroom, and I'm guessing Daryl’s room is around the corner. Go ahead and enjoy a shower and I’ll see if any of us gals have some clothes you can borrow while yours get cleaned,” she said. I stepped into the small bathroom and turned to her.

“Maggie, I—“ I could hardly get my words out, “thank you for being so nice to me. And taking my clothes, showing me around. And letting me in in the first place. I promise I’ll be a productive member of the community here. I really can’t thank y’all enough.” I didn’t even think, I just grabbed her and gave her a giant hug. I don’t know what compelled me to do it. Maybe it was my lack of genuine human contact up to this point or being overwhelmed with the joy of finding a home. She slipped one arm out and hugged me back.

“I’m so sorry,” I said as I released her, “I should’ve asked you first.”

“You’re alright. It’s easy to get overwhelmed when you first get here. Don’t worry about it. And you’re welcome,” Maggie replied, “I’ll have the clothes in your room before you’re done.” We nodded to each other before she turned around and headed down and out the front door.

I quickly undressed and left my clothes in a pile that I could easily grab when I was done. I draped a towel across the back of the toilet and did my best to get the water to the right temperature. I almost cried when I first stepped underneath it. The amount of dirt that immediately ran off of me was abhorrent. I probably shampooed my hair 5 times, the product stinging the small wound on the back of my head. But I didn’t care. I was just happy to have clean hair. I was definitely a bit aggressive with the soap.

“Fuck,” I said to myself, turning towards the water and sticking my face under it, “I’ve never been so happy to get soap in my eyes.”

After cleaning every crack and crevice of my body multiple times, I stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying my face first and wrapping myself in it. It felt so soft, like it was my first time touching a bath towel. I took a moment to soak everything in before leaving the bathroom.

“Daryl?” I called out, poking my head out the door ever so slightly. When I didn’t hear a response or any sound of movement, I scuttled across the hallway to my room and quickly shut the door. Once I was in, I saw the clothes that Maggie had set out for me. There was a pair of black denim shorts, a black sports bra, some socks, and a hair tie. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and unable to contain myself anymore, I started sobbing. I covered my mouth with both hands to try to stifle the sounds.

My mom, my dad, Preston, Jay, Eli…they would never get to see Alexandria. I would never get to see their smiling faces, hear their laughs, experience their joy. There wouldn’t be any more reunions when they came home from deployment, no late-night trips to the grocery store, no more interrogations about boys, no father-daughter deep talks when neither of us could sleep. I couldn’t believe that out of everyone in my family, I was the one who made it out and alive. Not the Navy SEALs…me.

Being a surgeon who treated survivors of mass shootings, I was well-educated on survivor’s guilt, but damn, nothing prepares you for having to experience it yourself.

I took a few minutes to cry before drying myself off and throwing on the clothes Maggie left for me. I tied my wet hair up into a bun and tossed my towel on the bed. I took my glasses off and set them on the dresser before collapsing on the bed next to my backpack. I rolled onto my side and continued to cry. It was all I could do. I finally felt safe enough to grieve.

Eventually, sleep came, and with it came the nightmares. But they were different this time.

© message below made by me. Sparkle & 'continue reading' dividers are by @/anitalenia

[kyuremking]

What was the relationship between the Pegasus Saints with their parents?

Rodorio loved his mother very much and tried to be the best son he could be despite his anger issues, at least until the death of Bellerophon where he stopped caring about controlling his anger and let it run wild. Mother and son parted on bad terms as Laimodea did not want Rodorio to start the reincarnation chaining himself to death and continuous suffering and Rodorio only cared about his revenge. In spite of that she loved her son and she is the reason why the village receives the name of Rodorio. Rodorio's father died before he was born and although he respected him a little for being his father, he didn't really care and never felt the lack of a father figure. Because Bellerophon's uncle and father fulfilled that.

Badru never knew his parents as he was given to the priests at birth and never felt the need to look for them nor was he interested in them.

Chusor's parents died when he was a baby, killed by the Oceanides army, and he was raised by his older sisters. But he respected his parents as those who had sacrificed themselves by giving his sisters enough time to escape and save their lives.

Orisos was born as a weak baby and his parents abandoned him in the mountains to die, while they kept his twin brother Ortro who was born healthy. The brothers met at the Sanctuary and although Ortro reproached his parents for abandoning Orisos, he never cared for them or tried to get to know them, for Orisos they weren't important.

Aleksandros loved his parents and found it difficult to leave them to join the Sanctuary even though it was a great opportunity in life (if he didn't die). He was able to visit them on a few occasions after he became a saint.

Marcus hated his parents for bringing him into the world knowing he would be born a slave, he would have preferred to be smothered at birth. If he had the chance he would have killed them.

Tiberius had great respect for his father and love for his mother and joined the Sanctuary as a way of making them proud, kept in touch with them and visited them on their deathbeds shortly before Tiberius' own suicide.

Felix's mother died in childbirth due to the poisoned blood and his father's arm had to be amputated to save him from Felix's poisoned blood. As soon as the saint of Pisces appeared, he gave Felix to him and he fulfilled the role of father/mother/teacher in equal parts.

Herve never had parents. As far as he was concerned he was born at the age of four to wander around as one of the many orphaned children until he was taken in by the church.

Tiguaak's parents loved him, but they also had a duty to consider Bluegrad's needs. That's why they betrothed him at an early age and sent him to the Sanctuary so he could become a man and so his children could be born in more prosperous lands so they could return in the future. They also sent some of Tiguaak's sisters to find husbands at the Sanctuary. He respected them, but he couldn't say he loved them.

Ganzorig was the pride of his parents, a strong son with a strong presence who would never bow down to his other brothers and would lead the tribe in the best possible way. When they were killed by Munkhtsetseg, they were another of the many people Ganzorig mourned.

Jaidev loved his parents, but the separation was difficult as they disliked the idea of ​​him joining the Sanctuary, because they mistrusting it and the people of Jamir. They eventually parted on bad terms and never spoke again.

We know that Tenma loved Partita and hated Youma for everything he did.

nd we know well Seiya's reaction when he discovered who his father and the father of the rest of the orphans were.

[medusapelagia]

Running From The Daylight - Part 14

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,  Part 9,  Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13,, Part 14, (coming soon Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Breakdown WT: sick character, mention of surgery, medical procedures, mention of possible amputation (just mentioned) Words: 890

As soon as Eddie and Wayne get into the hospital, Robin runs toward them, hugging Eddie so tight that she he feels his back almost crack but he doesn’t complain, holding on to her like she was a life jacket.

“Eddie, oh my god, Eddie! Are you alright? What the hell happened? Wayne told us there was an avalanche but the news information was confusing and Steve didn’t answer his phone, and he always does or at least he calls me back! And you weren’t answering either! And I was so fucking worried!” She rambles and Eddie lets her talk while they hug, but as soon as she stops he asks the question that is killing him “Where is he?”

“Still in surgery.” Hopper replies, getting closer “The wound on the head wasn’t too bad, but the leg was broken pretty badly and they are trying to fix it.”

“But they will, right? He will not… he will not lose his leg, right?” The boy asks, terrified, and the silence that he gets as a reply is enough to make the last of his self-control crumble, and he falls to the ground having a full breakdown and screaming that it’s all his fault, that Steve will hate him for it and that he will lose the only good thing he had in life.

“You are exhausted, kid, you have to rest a little. Let’s get a room in a hotel and you’ll see that in the morning everything will look better.” His uncle tries to comfort him, but Eddie is adamant that he is not going to leave the hospital until he has some news about Steve.

He starts to walk up and down from the waiting area to the reception until a nurse calls a doctor.

“Listen…” The doctor says, staring at him seriously.

“Eddie.”

“Eddie. Your friend is in good hands, whatever can be done will be done, you don’t have to worry about that.” He tells him, and if it should sound comforting it definitely doesn’t.

“You don’t get it! I was the one that made a splint with a fucking broken ski! I had never done something like that before! What if I fucked up?”

The doctor sighs and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder “Kid, it was an emergency situation and you did the best you could, ok? Now the surgeon is doing his best to fix that broken leg and I want to assure you once more that he will do everything he can to save that boy’s leg, ok? Now take a deep breath and follow me into the examination room.”

“I’m fine!” Eddie insists once more, but the doctor stares at him unconvinced.

“Come on, kid, there is nothing you can do right now, at least let the doctor examine you, ok? If not for you, do it for me. I’m already worried about my other kid and I don’t think my old heart can take it.” Wayne tries to convince his nephew and the boy finally agrees, but before following the doctor he turns toward Robin, the only person he can trust “As soon as you hear something about Steve you come to tell me, ok? Good news, bad news, I don’t care, I want to know!”

“Promise!” She replies convinced, even if Hopper sighs and pinches his nose while Eddie finally gets into the examination room with his uncle.

“I’m not a kid anymore, Wayne. I can handle an examination.” He replies tiredly, but the old man doesn’t move, his eyes pinned on his kid.

“Any concern you would like to address?” The doctor asks, putting on a pair of blue latex gloves and Eddie shivers for a moment. He always tried to avoid doctors: it’s not that he is scared, it's just that they make him… uncomfortable, ok?

Luckily Wayne is at his side, putting a warm hand on his shoulder “Does something hurt?” He asks him softly and Eddie shakes his head.

“I’m cold and I’m tired but I’m fine! It’s Steve...”

“We are here for you, boy. Let me examine you and then I’ll let you get back to your friends, ok?”

Eddie finally releases the tight grip he had on the thermal blanket and lets the doctor examine him quickly, when the man concludes that, apart from some moderate frostbite and a little sleep deprivation, Eddie is fine, Wayne takes a big breath of relief.

“I kept telling you.” The boy protests while getting dressed.

“I know but I feel better knowing that a doctor has seen you, is that so bad?” Wayne asks him, giving him back his thermal blanket and walking back to the waiting area where Robin and Hopper are drinking a coffee from the coffee machine.

“No news?” Eddie asks, sitting next to Robin who offers him her coffee, he takes a sip and grimaces at the taste “This has nothing to do with Steve’s coffee.”

“I will never admit it, but Steve’s coffee is the best.” The girl replies with a wet laugh, then she adds “You know I’m not letting him go on a vacation at least for a year, right? The only place the two of you will be allowed to go is our coffee shop.” She tells him, and he smiles at her, grateful for her constant presence in Steve’s life.

“Deal.”

[canyouhearthelight]

Nihilous Rex 20: Demands

Lash is trying to moderate her reaction to her parents being injured.

This is a woman who is deeply attached to her parents.... so yeah, @baelpenrose did have to rein me in a bit.

Life ain't always beautiful

You think you're on your way

And it's just a dead end road at the end of the day

But the struggles makes you stronger

And the changes make you wise

And happiness has its own way of takin' its sweet time

Gary Allan, “Life Ain’t Always Beautiful”

Lash

Mama was rasping, and the doctors weren’t happy about her oxygen levels, but they took her off the ventilator and gave her a mask instead.  Baby steps that may as well have been tremendous milestones when my only hope was that she survived this. I squeezed her right hand - when had it become so fragile? - while Mori rubbed the left.  Weaponized love to keep her from taking the hateful mask off.

“Baba,” she managed to get out, just loud enough for us to understand.

“They are doing circulation tests on this leg,” Mori explained, avoiding the reason behind the tests in an attempt to save Mama from worrying.

Regardless, Mama’s eyes went wide, wild.  Her head thrashed side to side between us. “The boy.”

Mori’s eyes flicked to me, and I nodded firmly. “Nils is fine, Mama. He was wearing protection for his motorbike. Scrapes and a couple burns at worst.”  I looked back to Mori and explained, “Nils. You met him earlier. He was caught in the same blast as Baba. But his clothing protected him.”

My sister nodded vigorously in understanding. “Yes. He is fine, Mama. Walking, talking. He made sure that everyone’s medical costs are covered.”

I could see Mama trying to force out more words, and just bit the proverbial bullet. “The baby is fine, as is his mother.  Only three people didn’t make it, and we have already spoken to Auntie Yildiz… Uncle Ahmet did not make it.” I refused to tell her about Imran.  I still could not believe he was gone, even with his wife Fatima haunting the hospital with the face of someone who was holding themself together by sheer force of will.  But Ahmet’s widow would be by soon to see Mama, and I didn’t want her to be shocked.

My phone abruptly buzzed and I glanced at it. Nils was texting. “They have news about your dad’s leg.”

“Mama, Mori, I need to step out. I’ll be right back.” I kissed the hand I was holding and nodded at my sister before slipping out of the room. I almost ran smack into my shadow, who was clearly waiting for me to step out.

Never a good sign.

“They wouldn’t tell me what it was, because I’m not ‘next of kin’ and they’re gonna be sticklers about policy, especially since they can’t be happy with us. I can take you to the people who can tell you, but…Lash, I’d…prepare for some bad news, about whether he keeps it. I know the doc working on him and he looked pretty grim.” Nils’ voice was tense. “I’m sorry, Lash.” 

I waved him away absently. “Doctors don’t want to share scary or bad news. They will violate HIPPA for good news.  As soon as you said they wouldn’t tell you, I knew the leg was toast.  Let’s go find out how far up.” I marched with purpose towards Baba’s room, uncaring of how angry I looked.

Nils trailed behind me, looking apprehensive. A doctor and a nurse were talking to Baba, who seemed to be somewhat more lucid. Nils winced when he heard the conversation. “They’re going over informed consent for the amputation, now that saving the leg failed.” 

I gathered myself and spoke as clearly and loudly as I dared. “I am Elashki Botelho, his youngest daughter. I know you do not need my permission for this surgery, but his wife and my mother is down the hall and I need to be prepared to tell her what is going on. Please tell me.”

The doctors glanced at Baba and, once he nodded, they explained. His leg needed to be amputated right above the knee, minimum, due to prolonged lack of oxygen. All the tissue in his calf and foot were either dead or dying. I blinked back tears, despite the feeling that I was trying to force whole bees into my eyes. “Thank you.”  I turned to Baba. “This will save your life.  We want you more than we want any money or pride.  Please consent.”  With that, I spun on my heel and left the room as fast I could while retaining any shred of dignity.

I whipped out my phone and started stabbing at it frantically.  Nils made a gesture to take it from me, and I growled with a feral tone I hadn’t realized I possessed. “I am telling Mori that she needs to pee and to meet me here. Giving my mother a panic attack while she is barely off a ventilator is idiotic. No woman ever questions the need to urinate.  Reach for my phone again, and I will bite you.”

Nils blinked. “Ah.” He stood silently for a moment. “I’ll wait here, and…Yeah. Go talk to your sister.” 

Mori arrived a few minutes later, and I explained that Baba would need his leg amputated. As I expected, she immediately sat in a nearby chair and started crying.  Once she caught her breath, I gripped her shoulder hard enough to grab her attention. “Mori. If they don’t do this, he’ll die. And we both know Mama may not survive that.”

Immediately, she sat bolt upright and shook her head. “Oh, hell no. Take it at the hip, I don’t care so long as that means he makes it.”

If nothing else, my family was practical. “They are going for above the knee with a prosthetic. We’ll see after that.”

“But does his insurance cover - “

I almost started to tell her that his insurance covered whatever the fuck I said it covered, but Nils beat me to it.

“Watch evening news reruns. We got hospital admins to agree that every victim of this horrible tragedy will ‘of course’ be helped free of charge.” His voice took on a cold note. “By telling the news that’s what was happening and daring the hospital to disagree with the free PR. He’s covered.”

I rushed to clarify. “That doesn’t mean he is completely secure. But, he is their best radiology tech, the only one who can keep peds patients from squirming. That has to hold some value.  We just have to support him adapting to any prosthetics.”

Mori groaned, loudly. “Baba hates assistance. He’s doomed.”

I chutted at her and corrected. “Baba hates not being independent.  We have to maintain that prosthetics are independence, not help.  I need you on my side on this, more than anything.”

Nils made a point that was simultaneously deeply morbid and exactly what I needed to get my sister’s help. “Lack of independence - or more accurately, men being stubborn about it and just giving up on surviving if it requires accepting help - kills more men recovering from wounds than basically anything else. There’s a reason so many older men buy it within a month or two of going incontinent. Women tend to be a lot less teeth-shatteringly obnoxious about the whole thing, and tend to outlive their husbands by a large margin. Helping him maintain independence matters.” 

I hugged Mori and stood. “I am going in there and asking him if he wants osteointegration or sockets. No option for not amputating. If he argues, I will scream this hospital down until they let Mama scream at him directly.  She’s dedicated over thirty years of her life to keeping Baba alive, she has earned the privilege.”

Nils broke in with a bit of characteristic irritation. “We are absolutely not getting your mother involved, right to or no. Woman just got off a ventilator and they JUST got her lungs and airways working properly again. She’s not doing any screaming for a while.”

I whipped around and stared him dead in his soul - or what substituted for one. “You are more than welcome to try to stop her. We will stand back and laugh as you fail.”

Mori nodded and blessed his attempt at stopping her. “Mama does what she knows is the will of her god. If she dies scolding Baba, he will never live down the shame.”

Nils gave me a long, slow look. “I can help with this. I grew up catholic, I know everything about guilt trips. Let’s go see if we can’t convince him to NOT waste all the effort we already put into saving him and his wife. Let’s start with that BEFORE we bring in the big guns of your mom coming in to literally scream herself to death.” 

I glanced at Mori and swatted my hand in an ‘I’ll explain later’ sort of way. Then we went into the room. 

“Baba. Are you going to have the sockets or the osteointegration for the prosthetic?” I asked matter-of-factly.

“They cannot take my leg,” he grumbled. “They will save it.”

I grabbed the leg in question as tightly as I could, devastated when he didn’t even flinch. “Baba. They cannot save it. You should hurt, but you don’t even notice. Let them take the leg, and discuss the best prosthetic for you.”

Baba threw the closest thing to him - an empty cup- as hard as he could across the room, only to yield a dull thud and some clattering.

“Children throw things,” Mori chided. “You are grown and a man. You are better than this.”

“Grown men have two legs!” he shouted, waving to dismiss us.

I move my grip up to pinch his hip painfully. “Grown men do not need help, yes. But if you do not agree to this, you are choosing to leave Mama - “

“I WOULD NEVER LEAVE HER!” he roared.

I nodded. “Then you will have this surgery. So you do not leave Mama. I am glad we agree.” He went to open his mouth again, so I started speaking. “I have looked in many support groups, and they agree that a socket is the best way to start. Can you imagine? Talking to children in short legs, looking at them eye to eye? They will be thrilled.”

“I am only losing one leg,” he argued.

“And some of them are losing one, maybe two,” Mori added. “Won’t they feel better to see you with only one foot?”

I watched his heart break - for my mother, for his patients. This man, not just my father, but the reassurance of so many children in the last twenty years. “I cannot leave your mother to fight alone, and I cannot leave these children thinking this is the end of the world.  Cara - she has leukemia. If I cannot survive losing a leg, how do I expect her to?”

As I sat back, I let a huge breath leave my body. “Thank fuck - sorry - but my next option was bringing in Mama.”

He sat bolt upright. “Your mother is in a respirator, don’t you DARE risk her life to yell at me!”

Nils waved a hand. “That’s what I said. They told me that I couldn’t stop her, so I could be an intermediate step. With all the knowledge of guilt that a catholic upbringing provides.” 

“Mama is willing to die to yell at you if it’s the last thing you’ll ever hear,” Mori stated flatly. “Both or neither, you don’t get the luxury of an afterlife without her.”

We all started cackling as Baba dove for the call button. “SOCKETS!” he screamed. “SOCKETS OR MY WIFE WILL KILL US BOTH!”

[spookyrobbins]

What do you think would have happened if Teddy had come back to help Arizona after the plane crush?

I think Arizona would have tried to send her away but Teddy would have just stayed there, let her rant and then pull her out of her shit either literally screaming at her or using reason and logic

hm yeah that’s interesting. honestly i think literally anyone other than callie would be a net positive on arizona. she needed to have someone else to lean on to her than callie. which sounds harsher than it is. but they were on such a island and they were both so incredibly isolated.

and teddys a really great option tbh. for starters, she’s very removed from the plane crash. callie’s obviously wrapped up in the leg aspect and all that follows there. alex is the reason she was on the plane (by her own doing ofc). and teddys sort of the only person arizonas close to left.

especially when we consider that this is post henry’s death teddy and she’s in a bad way too, she’d just be pure tough love in a way callie couldn’t be. and she might feel like she needs to save arizona from herself bc she couldn’t save henry.

plus teddy has her own history with traumatic injuries during her time in the army so would also have a perhaps more sympathetic perspective than others. bc she understands the cross section of trauma from the plane crash and trauma from the amputation in a more acute way than i think callie for instance might. plus she’s not married to arizona, she’s just her friend. and that frees callie up to be arizonas wife not her caregiver.

i think also teddy could pull the tim card better than most. she can tell arizona to suck it up and get out of bed and does she think tim would act like this? and yeah arizonas gonna bitch her out but also it probably sounds more legit coming from major altman than callie or bailey or whoever might be ballsy enough to pull that card.

[dalek-nota]

Bio

Name: Nota.

Age: Looks 27 years old, but is a lot older than she looks.

Height: 5'5.

Birthplace: Birmingham, United Kingdom.

Accent: British (Brummie).

Birthday: 24th November.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Sexuality: Asexual.

Species: Human-Dalek Hybrid, formerly a full human.

Rank: Dalek Soldier.

Family: Red and Gold Supreme Dalek (Father).

Weapon(s): A Dalek gun stick on her right forearm that can be retracted, it is capable of stunning, scrambling the internals of someone and complete disintegration.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but she will follow orders from her superiors when necessary, she is honest but does have more of a filter compared to how straight-talking the other Daleks are. When around other Daleks she is friendly and can even be cheeky, even though she does share the same anger as a Dalek can, she doesn't get angry very often, but one would know about it if she was. She has a sinister side towards those that are not a Dalek, since she can pull off looking like a normal human and fool them into following her to their inevitable demise or capture, depending on what her superiors would want her to do, she can be especially sinister towards The Doctor because he/she is their mortal enemy. She is serious during a battle or mission, but she also lacks the confidence to be a commander, so she is more comfortable following orders than giving them.

Face Claim: Natalie Alyn Lind.

Distinguishing feature(s):

A scar on the right side of her face from the Time War.

Her right arm, up to her shoulder, is bionic. This is due to recieving a bad injury during the Time War in which her right arm had to be amputated because it was too damaged to fix, it is also where her Dalek gunstick is stored.

When she has to go out to battle, she can activate her helmet that will protect her from injuries, it was added to her systems after gaining the scar down the right side of her face.

Casual outfit:

Battle outfit:

Background: Nota was born in Birmingham, United Kingdom, to loving parents, with the original name of Rebecca. However, when she was four months old she was involved in a car accident, her parents didn't survive but she did and was sent to an orphanage. She was taken from said orphanage by the Daleks and brought to the Daleks' creator, Davros, the Dalek creator injected her with Dalek DNA from the Supreme Dalek which caused her to have the appearance she has today. She was saved from having her emotions removed by the Supreme Dalek and was given a new name by him, Nota, she was raised by him and was never aware of the Time War until she was old enough to understand. She was given training and was on the front lines of the Time War when she was eighteen years old, when the Time War was reaching the end there was a large explosion from The Moment, it caused a tear through time and the ship that she was on with her father, along with a few other Daleks, fell through time. Because of this, it is possible that they could be the only survivors of the Time War.

Likes:

Spending time with her father and other Daleks.

A successful battle.

Music.

Astronomy.

Practicing her skills.

Dislikes:

The Doctor.

Seeing her father or other Daleks hurt or worse.

Other alien races.

Humans.

Davros.

Fear(s):

Losing her father.

Creepy-crawlies.

Pitch black darkness.

Strength(s):

Good flier.

Accurate shooter.

Good at following orders.

Creative when she puts her mind to it

Is formidable in battle.

Can sometimes think of ideas outside the box.

Weakness(es):

Blind in her right eye, so has no depth perception.

Can sometimes have trouble understanding something.

Cannot hold eye contact for very long.

Sometimes her mind can pull a blank when a sudden change happens, so she would have to be given guidance by her superiors.

She doesn't have an emergency temporal shift function, so the only way she would be able to get away from somewhere during dire straits would be to have at least her hand on a Dalek's casing.

Other info:

When she is angry, her irises glow to express it, or she can willingly make them glow even when she isn't angry.

She has Autism.

She is able to project a holographic map of anywhere in the universe.

She can scan things, but she can no longer zoom in on things because she is blind in her right eye. But her helmet can make up for it by being able to zoom in on things.

She has flight mechanisms on the soles of her trainers or the boots of her battle suit so she can fly.

She doesn't have to eat and drink as a necessity.

She has the same shielding system as the Daleks.

She has the ability to growl, which she does to either express growing anger or as an intimidation technique.

She listens to music via the ear protectors on her helmet whenever she goes out to battle as it helps her to not only get into the battle mindset but extra protection from hearing explosions and gunshots, but should an order come through on the comms, the music would lower in volume so she would hear the order clearly, then when the comm call is over her music goes back to normal volume, she can choose to have the music on or off via a mental command.

[farharbour]

happy oc-tober everypony 💖 finally took the time to draw out my three main fallout characters! i was going to draw all of my ocs out before posting but i couldn't wait to share these i love them so so so much they are my besties truly i made them i live for them and i would and will die for them

some info about each of them under the cut:

jesse: sosu; you know him, you love him, i never shut up about him. early 30s. my vaguely self-insert projection character who's taken on a life of his own at this point (but in my heart he will always be an extension of me to some extent). anyway. science guy, pacifist-adjacent. pre-war he was a radiologist w/ a concentration in epidemiology and was one of the last researchers trying to cure the new plague. his story in-game is less about shaun and more about the question of whether or not he's a synth (he's not but he's manipulated into thinking he is for a long long time). works with the railroad but has a falling-out with them post-game and takes up post as a doctor in diamond city. soft-spoken but capable. has a few grey hairs because i think it's cute and no other reason (poliosis). he's bi and dating nick. also poly but that's not super important.

bec: lw; i drew her here as she looks at age 29, when she's hanging out in the commonwealth with jesse. i'm not a fan of fo3 so she's truly a fo4 npc who just so happens to have also been the protagonist of fo3. she was injured pretty badly while activating the purifier and suffered severe radiation burns on the right side of her body; it was bad enough that the bos, who took her in, had no other option than to amputate her right arm (she's left-handed). she was coerced into working with the bos in exchange for saving her life and giving her a fully-functioning prosthetic arm but eventually parted ways on less than stellar terms once maxson started worming his way into power. she made he way north on the trail of dr. li and her father, who she had discovered had close ties to the institute (and she herself had a bit of a stake in the synth equation because of how much the replicated man quest affected her). after coming up empty she decided to hunker down in an old red rocket outside of sanctuary hills and turned the garage there into her home. she's a mechanic and loves tinkering with old tech, power armor in particular. she's a lesbian and dating another npc of mine, peaches (aka the general of the minutemen in jess' story).

simon: c6; late-20s. chaotic neutral but not chaotic stupid. dumbass but not dumb. they're related to the chosen one (it's a long and complicated family history that i haven't completely fleshed out yet) and they grew up in arroyo. they were always eager for adventure and set out at a young age for new reno, taking whatever odd jobs they could find. they eventually settled on being a package courier, as it gave him the opportunity to see more of the wasteland they loved so much. they set up a trading post on the long 15 years later and weren't able to escape the blast when it was destroyed; they carry a long scar across the length of their back as a reminder. he's mainly out for himself, but he's also deeply loyal to those few he considers trustworthy. has a soft heart under his silly and slightly abrasive exterior. collects teddy bears and dyes their own hair with a dye they makes themself with a mixture of bleach, clay, and mutfruit. never one to hunker down, they basically vanish back west after hoover dam. unsure if anyone ever sees him again. he's gay and 'dating' arcade (it's very very very very very complicated).

[angst-king]

Fall from Grace CHP 9

(SURPRISE FUCKERS, you guys know I can't move on with a happy ending like that. So here's my version of a 'bad ending'. Like I said in the true ending. I hope you all have enjoyed this story I know I loved writing it. Anyways without further ado~) ((CW mention of amputation, sex & death) “Vaggie” Her hoarse voice called out from behind the cracked door, Vaggie went over to her concerned. Charlie noticed the metal arm, from what she had been told Lute had cut off Vaggie’s arm or well mangled it to the point she had to cut it off herself. But that didn’t deter her from wanting one final session. “Charlie, you shouldn’t be roaming around too much, you need rest-” Charlie shut Vaggie up with a deep kiss yet instead of it being quick and rough it was slow and tender full of love and wanting. Vaggie made a soft noise in surprise, her face blushed but she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity and kissed back. Charlie pulled Vaggie into her bedroom and locked the door, her inhibitions dropped as they continued to kiss. When they pulled away Vaggie noticed tears falling and cupped her face worriedly.

“Are you okay, did I hurt you?” Charlie shook her head and smiled before whispering.

“Before I go, I wanted you to know that I-...I ….I think I love you Vaggie.” Vaggie smiled and leaned in to kiss her but halted when she realized what she said.

“What do you mean ‘before you go?’ Wh-where are you going, Charlie?” “I’m going to die, Vaggie.” Her eyes blew wide and she backed away checking over the princess’s body.

“Not now but soon, I’m sorry to do this to you but. I can’t take living anymore, call it cowardly but living hurts. My life has been nothing but being someone else’s puppet and I can’t do this.” Charlie explained dismally but her smile didn’t leave as she reached for Vaggie.

“Please Vaggie, won't you give me one more night? Fuck me like you love me, not as a knight, not as an exorcist but as a lover. Fuck me like you want to know just how much you love me.” The blond girl pleaded while intertwining their fingers and pulling Vaggie on top of her. Vaggie sighed, if this was going to be her last she was going to make it her best!

For someone who was apparently soulless, she knew how to make love. Vaggie spent the entire night fucking Charlie how she had dreamed. Sure she liked it rough but it always felt like hate fucking or as if she was fucking a stranger. This felt like love, this felt real! She made sure Charlie enjoyed every minute of it and didn’t care if they were caught. She hoped that if she did a good enough job then Charlie would forget all about her plans. However, when Vaggie woke up to an empty bedroom she knew there was no stopping her. 

Then there was a blood-curdling scream.

Vaggie made haste to put on her clothes and get to the source, spear in hand as she ran down the hall. A few other guards came running as well. The sound of loud sobbing echoed louder and louder many other Archangels came from their sides of the castle all meeting in the center hall’s throne room. Vaggie had gone pale at the image in front of her very eyes. On her throne sat Charlie with a holy sword impaling her chest, her crown hanging from the handle of the sword, and her engagement ring resting on the end of the handle. Golden blood slowly seeped through her dress as her body lay still. The source of the scream was Lilith and Samael!

Everyone shared a look of horror as Lilith and Samael rushed towards her. Charlie weakly looked up at her parents who hovered over her. The light in her bright blue eyes faded fast.

“I’m sorry Mom and Dad, I couldn’t do it anymore.” Her voice hardly a ghosting their ears. Lilith dropped to her knees while Samael had Raphael rush over to help him save Charlie. Pulling the sword from her chest they both worked at healing her before she bled out. Samael lifted her body from the throne and pulled her close to his body using what magic he could to repair the damage while he cried.

“It's okay Charlie, it's okay Daddy’s here now, come on sweetheart open your eyes. Daddy and Mommy are here, come on!” He started chest compressions when he couldn’t feel her pulse, it almost made him sick to his stomach to hear her ribs crunching as they broke from the force. They were still healing from her fall through the hotel’s crash. Her lifeless body was raising and lowering on the floor from it. But he wasn’t going to stop, he couldn’t stop, not until his little girl was breathing, until she was holding onto him until she was calling for him. He wouldn’t stop!

“Come on Charlie come on princess, wake up for me, open those pretty eyes of yours. Please Charlie you’re scaring me!” He pleaded, as he worked Michael hurried from his side.

“What the fuck is with all the screaming?!” He yelled grumpily looking to be just woken up from his sleep though as he walked around he saw Lilith who was curled into Uriel while silently begging for their daughter to come back, then he turned the corner and saw Samael over Charlie’s body and the bloody sword on the floor.

“What happened?!” But no one answered, Samael and Raphael were too busy working on Charlie and everyone else was spectating in suspense.

Samael didn’t know how long he had been doing chest compressions but Raphael had to force him to stop and let him continue them. What could he do now? He had just come home from Earth to see his daughter die! He felt so useless all he could do was pray at this point until Raphael told him.

“I’ve got one last option here, and if this doesn’t work then I’m sorry brother.” Samael knew what Raphael meant and nodded solemnly.

“Anything, please do anything as long as it saves her please!” The king of heaven beseeched desperately. Raphael nodded back and clasped his hands together muttering a spell of sorts he asked for Samael and Lilith to extend out their hand. Both of them did as told and he held them in his. Closing his eyes a small glowing ball of light began to grow from the size of a marble to an orange. He was taking some of their divine energy and life force along with his own before he plunged it into Charlie’s body. There was silence, waiting, oh dammit did they hate waiting especially now. The wound in Charlie’s chest struggled to close the sound of skin snapping and pulling to meet in the middle along with crackling bones trying to put themselves back into place.  Blood continued to pour from the area spilling onto the floor creating a puddle that steadily grew. Raphael leaned down, felt for her pulse, and checked for any signs of life. His mouth came utterly dry when not a single one could be found.

“I-I’m sorry, br-brother.” He could hardly get out the words, Samael shook his head, he couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to.

“N-no, please Raphael!” Raphael could feel his own heart sinking as he looked down at the princess.

“I’m so sorry S-Sa-Samael….Sh-she’s gone.” Samael grabbed Charlie’s lifeless body and pulled it back to him.

“No no no, she-she can’t be, please! She’s not no! Please!” He buried his face into her shoulder as bawled heavily. Lilith had realized what this meant and fully dropped to her knees letting out the loudest scream that almost shook the castle. But not of horror, but of pain, this cry was out of pain and loss. Uriel stayed close to her rubbing her back while trying to keep herself from crying as did many of the other Archangels. It had finally hit Michael as to what had happened…Charlie was dead.

Vaggie who stood by watching all of this did her best to resist the urge to cry, she had hardly felt this urge so it was unfamiliar. This deep-seated pain in her chest grew the longer she watched, she bit on her lower lip as it started to quiver when the floodgates of emotions began to test her strength.

The room was overflowing with pain, so much pain, so much anguish.

The princess had fallen from grace, but sadly no one had been there to catch her.

A day after there was an announcement that had reached many places of her passing. Heaven would never be the same, and Samael and Lilith would never be the same. They had lost their only daughter, no amount of asking to reincarnate her would bring her back. No amount of getting on their knees and begging with God would bring her back. No amount of beating Michael bloody would fix the damage done to their kingdom or bring back Charlie.

The story has ended but there was no happily ever after.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: The Marathon Continues (20x06)

Alright, let's dive in!

Cons:

A recurring and somewhat befuddling theme of more recent seasons of Grey's Anatomy is the attempt to address the completely horrifying way the medical education system operates. The fact that interns work eighty hour weeks and don't have time to eat or sleep has been part of the show from the beginning. But I struggle to understand what the show's... thesis is, here, if that makes sense. Is it a "back in my day we didn't complain about a little hard work" thing? Because I don't think so, that would be pretty out of character for this show. But then you've got Bailey giving everyone wellness bags that are full of band-aid solutions, and then later she sends Simone and Kwan home for griping about their low pay and long hours? But then I guess it's about how Bailey also needs a break or whatever. She says a thing about how the system is designed poorly and there's not a lot that can be done in the individual level. So is that the point? I don't know. It's just a little muddy.

Richard having a moment of fuzziness where he hesitates to step in... I really do feel like I'm on a merry-go-round with Richard as a character at this point. This one was kind of a fake-out, where it looked like Richard was going to choke up at the finish line but then he stepped in and was fine and saved a life. Are we going to keep dragging this out where he's unsure if he should still be actively practicing, so he takes an admin role? Have I not seen him go through that process more than once already? This man was talking about retirement towards the beginning of this show's runtime!

Catherine continues to suck, I hated that this episode featured her giving a family special treatment for being big hospital donors, with no seeming awareness of how this is a structural, systemic issue and an active interference in the patient's medical care? Like, I know it ultimately worked out and the young woman got the surgery that's going to help her moving forward with her amputation, but I was really frustrated with Catherine through all of this. As I frequently am.

The little subplot thing about Schmitt not being passionate enough for pediatrics felt a little... phoned in, I guess. I knew the second he said casually "oh, Webber suggested it and the position is in high demand" that this new doctor lady was going to tell him he didn't want it enough or something. The idea that he needs to put on some song and dance about how it's his one true calling in life just seems so unnecessary and lazy. He wants to go into a specialty, just let him do it. Yeesh.

Pros:

I really like Simone and Kwan, honestly? I hate to say this, but the Simone/Kwan energy might actually be more interesting than Kwan/Jules and Simone/Lucas, just from this one brief episode. They had a really natural rhythm to their scenes and seemed to bolster each other emotionally and have a similar way of looking at the world. The fact that Blue was able to open up to Simone a little, reassure her that he's going through a rough moment but that he's handling it, that was so big coming from him! And Simone has been going through a rough period, and seemed to have an actually relaxing, productive day with Kwan. I want more of that for both of them. And I don't really feel bad for Lucas coming home to see Kwan taking over his room in the intern house. Serves you right, my dude.

I liked the little bit of parenting drama between Link and Amelia, over Scout having his own tablet. Too much screentime isn't good for any of us, especially young children! I like that it wasn't some big drama, that it's more a little thing of all these blended families with various custody arrangements having to negotiate the boundaries and the rules. And it also seems we're making room for the potential developing bond between Amelia and new pediatric doctor Monica, as they touch base briefly about Amelia having a kid, then sit together on a bench to play games on Monica's phone. I can dig the vibe here, waiting to see where it goes!

Yasuda continues to be a highlight. This week, she's working with a patient who's been sent from prison for treatment. She has a really hard time with the idea of sending him back and not giving him the highest level of care possible. This is a plot thread that really underlines systemic issues and also speaks to Yasuda's compassion as a young doctor trying to figure out the level of investment she's able to pour into each of her patients. I love that we never learn much about the prisoner's past, because that's not really the point. Why he's in prison is unimportant to the truth, which is that he's a human being deserving of compassion. Yasuda manages to track down a dessert he's been thinking about for years while locked up, and as he goes back to the prison with meds to help with the pain but no further treatment for his cancer, at least she's able to give him a final comfort.

We didn't get a ton of Helm this week but I like seeing some attention put on the Yasuda/Helm situation. I hope we can get a proper arc focused on them. It still feels like this show doesn't know quite what to do with Helm, and I'd love to give her more of a spotlight soon!

Ultimately, upon reflecting on all of the plot threads this week, a lot were mediocre or irritating to me. I thought Simone and Kwan were the real highlight, and I'm still interested in where a lot of these elements will go from here. With the truncated season length, we're already staring down the barrel of the end of this season of Grey's Anatomy. It's all happening too fast!

6.5/10