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anakinstwinklebunny · 7 days ago

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Imagine having a family w Clay, like, your first pregnancy was awesome. Very lovely and smooth. Clay was happy, you were happy and the kid was healthy.

So, you got pregnant again (It can be second or third time, whatever). Something during labour or maybe even before labour went wrong. BADLY WRONG. And you died.

A lovely adorable angst👌

TOO SHORT KIND OF LOVE..

Author's note: Nonnie that's..a very angsty fic why 😭😭

CLAYTON BERESFORD once in his life was this scared for life - on the operation table, with his heart in another man’s hands he once called best friend. And now, he was forced to just watch you fade in front of him, with your face pale, lips trembling with words that didn't have the strength to leave your mouth with any kind of sound.

You looked... terrifying, to say the least. His lips itself parted in shear terror, eyes filling with tears

The labor was supposed to be fine. Routine, they said. Which wasn't really a lie, since it would be your second labor. The baby was healthy, and you’d handled your first pregnancy so well. You’d even joked with him earlier, teasing him about being a “dad of two” and how he’d better learn how to braid hair if this one was a girl.

Well, now all those dreams were coming to life.

The delivery room was pure chaos—alarms blaring, doctors shouting over each other, nurses rushing to prepare blood transfusions and fluids. And you...you were slipping away, eyes fluttering as Clay gripped your hand harder, free hand flying to your forehead to brush the sweat off your skin

“Stay with me,” he begged, voice breaking. “Baby, please. Don’t—don’t do this to me. Please, God, don’t do this to me. C'mon..youre so close..”

You tried to answer. Really tried. Lips already opened, words ready to leave your mouth. But all he saw was the faint quirk of your lips, before feeling the desperate squeeze of your fingers around his.

“She’s crashing!” a nurse called out.

Clay was momentally shoved back, forced to let go of your hand as the doctors worked frantically to save you. He stumbled, eyes trying to follow the scene unfolding before him. Suddenly, without his intention, his brain replied all the memories he had with you. Happy, sad - those at the best, those at the worst. Your laugh, your joyful eyes, your touch, your sweet, soft voice..His heart clenched in his heart, beating rapidly with the rhythm of his heavy breathing. He tried to ask, tried to get any information but there was nothing. Simple "we're doing everything we can"

But then, silence.

The doctors stepped away, their faces grim. One of them murmured something—words he couldn’t really process, couldn’t bear to hear as he pushed through them to look at your pale, lifeless face. The beat of your heart stopping.

So just like that you were gone.

He didn’t remember much after that. Someone placed a tiny, squirming bundle in his arms—a little girl, red-faced and wailing. She was perfect, beautiful, healthy. She was everything you would’ve wanted.

And yet, all he felt was emptiness.

The baby cried, wailed while taking its first breath when you just took your last. He sat there in stunned silence, staring at her with hollow eyes before moving them to your body. Doctors and nurses were all quiet now, simply apologizing but Clayton did not want to hear any of that. His eyes moved back to the baby girl and all he could see is you - your nose, your lips, your delicate features. Every inch of her screamed of you, and it broke him even more every second.

The days that followed after were nothing but a blur. He brought your daughter home to a house that no longer felt like home. His mother already knew, gazing at his face with such hurt expression he had never seen before before your three-year-old, toddled around to see the new baby, all excited and gasping, asking to hold her. But later, he just came to Clayton at night, with confused eyes, asking for you in small, innocent voice. “Where’s Mommy?”

Clay froze, throat tightening. How could he explain something so incomprehensible to a child? How could he tell the boy that the person who tucked him in every night, who kissed his scraped knees, made him laugh, cuddled him everytime the boy wanted, wasn’t coming back?

The boy didn’t understand after hearing his dad explain that you were now in better place, that angels took you to your true homeland and how yet you're still with him but in a different way. He just sniffled and climbed into Clay’s lap, resting his small head against his chest. And for the first time in a long time, Clayton felt like the worst person on earth.

The nursery sat untouched for weeks. The crib you picked out together, the walls painted a soft lavender, the shelves filled with books and toys you’d carefully chosen—it was all too much. He couldn’t bring himself to step inside, just simply having the baby girl by his side, in the same room

Time moved on, but Clay didn’t. He existed, going through the motions for the sake of your children. He fed them, bathed them, kissed their foreheads before bed, was there for them every damn day like a true dad should. Still he did not let this involve into his daily life - he didnt want your kids to see him in this way - depressed, broken. He wanted them to be happy, even if his happiness left the word years ago.

But every night, he sat alone in his bedroom, once shared with you, going over and over again through your things before only crashing into tears like a hurt little boy whose mother left him in this brutal world.

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pucksandpower · 2 years ago

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can you do some Carlos sainz in honour of home gp?! first meeting or a surfer girl type reader?! 🥹🙏

Spice Up Your Life | CS55

Summary: Carlos Sainz is called “Chilli” for a reason and it’s not the one you might expect

Warnings: minor medical intervention but this is fluff galore

The lingering scent of antiseptic fills the air as you recline in the worn leather chair surrounded by stacks of patient files in your brightly lit office. The soothing hum of the air conditioner is interrupted by the creaking sound of the door as it swings open. Your eyes widen in surprise as you see a familiar face in the doorway — none other than Carlos Sainz. He stands there, blinking rapidly as a pained expression clouds his teary eyes.

You quickly compose yourself and greet him warmly. “Now this is a surprise though I’m sure you would rather be anywhere else. How can I assist you today?”

Carlos winces with his hand covering one eye. "I managed to get myself into a bit of a spicy situation here. A chili pepper decided to show me who’s boss during a team cooking challenge and now it’s really stinging.”

You chuckle softly, finding the irony quite amusing. “It seems you've taken the concept of spicing up your life a little too literally. But fear not, I happen to be the resident expert in pepper related emergencies.”

As Carlos takes a seat on the examination table, you approach him with a gentle smile and reach for your medical equipment. “Just close your eyes and trust me. I am about to put on a magical show of doctorly power to recover your vision.”

He smirks, playing along with your theatrics. “I always knew being a race car driver required a little blind faith but I never imagined it would extend to a physician’s office.”

You raise an eyebrow, feigning indignation. “Oh please. I may not be behind the wheel of a Ferrari but I assure you that my skills are just as impressive in their own way.”

With utmost care, you grasp a sterilized cotton swab and gently dab the corner of Carlos’ eye. He winces slightly but keeps his eyes closed, following your instructions.

“And now for the most crucial part of this operation,” you declare dramatically. “I’m going to need you to hold still, Carlos. This may sting a little.”

Carlos laughs softly. “I’ve driven through crazy hairpin turns at breakneck speeds, I think I can handle a little sting.”

You dip a cotton pad into a soothing saline solution and gently bring it closer to his eye. With a deft touch, you carefully clean away the remnants of chili pepper oil.

Carlos slowly opens his eyes as you finish, blinking a few times to adjust to the newfound clarity and lack of pain. A smile of relief spreads across his face as he continues joking. “You’ve truly worked your magic. My vision is back and the monstrous chili pepper has been slain.”

You bow with a flourish of your hand. “It was merely a touch of medical wizardry combined with a dash of charm. You’re not the only one who knows how to handle the heat.”

Carlos chuckles, gratitude shining in his still reddened eyes. “I must say that this is the most entertaining doctor’s visit I have ever had. Thank you for the exceptional service and the delightful company. And for making sure I don’t have to race in an eyepatch.”

You smirk at him playfully. “Well it’s not every day I have a Formula 1 star as my patient. Consider it an occupational perk.”

With a spring in his step, Carlos stands up from the examination table, ready to conquer the track once more. “If you ever need a driver, you know where to find me.”

You wave him off, laughter bubbling from your throat. “Thank you, Carlos but I think I’ll stick to my stethoscope as my trusty sidekick. If you ever need a prescription for an extra spicy dish, you know who to call.”

He manages to wink the best he can through tender eyes. “How about I take you up on that over dinner at my place? Can’t let the chili peppers think they’ve scared me off.”

“And that, kids, is how your father actually got his nickname.”

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alicerosejensen · 2 years ago

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How would Leon react if he found out his girlfriend got into a serious accident? (Ex: car accident, injured at work, school, etc)

Leon would have a heart attack. End. 😅

But let's be a little serious. I love headcanons, but I write full-fledged texts only in my native language. So here are some more headcanons on this topic.

Perhaps some angst. The reader suffered greatly and did not regain consciousness for a long time.

I just listening to "I Monster - who is she?" on repeat in a slow version. Now I associate her with Leon and his girlfriend from college. I love the excessive suffering of characters in fanfiction, so as my friends say: We eat glass!

Enjoy.

- "Anything can happen to me! You can't always be ready for something! I can go outside and any accident can happen: a car accident, a maniac! Yandere, a stone will fall on my head... anything, Leon!"

Before the accident

Leon hates to think that something could happen to you. Sometimes he guards you too fiercely, trying to prevent any possible incident.

He asks you to be extremely careful, but you never take his words seriously because you did not see what he saw.

Do you like to tease him? "If I die, will I be the most beautiful dead person?" or "Will you sit on my grave when I die?"

If you tease him too much about this, he will raise his voice sharply and tell you to stop.

Leon will remind you to buckle up when you're sitting in the car. Even if you're sitting in the passenger seat! Just fasten the fucking seat belt and don't argue with him.

You don't take death seriously, considering that you are still too young to think about such things. Instead, you just enjoy life sometimes preferring the extreme. Bungee jumping? It would be better if Leon didn't know about it.

He had seen enough pain and death because of his work. Raccoon City has left a scar on him forever, so he wants you to spend your time safe and careful (no matter with people, transport or anything else)

Perhaps luck decided to turn away from you when a truck drove into you while you were sitting in the passenger seat of a car. You were turned over twice with the driver (he died).

Before you fell into the darkness, you were in pain. Very. It seems that a couple of moments before the accident, you wrote another stupid message to Leon, but now your phone is smashed to pieces, and blood flows from your head and runs down your face.

In the hospital (If reader survived)

Leon will be rant and rave to be allowed into your hospital room. This person will literally go crazy until they tell him about your condition, and God save the doctor if he tells him that there is little chance of survival.

If he saw you covered in blood and unconscious while the doctors were taking you to the operating table, then his heart will definitely stop for a couple of seconds. Leon will run after you until the paramedics stop him.

He'll remember all your fucking jokes about your death, which will put him on edge. He probably would have been sent home, but damn it, he won't leave until he sees you awake.

You can't die! You can't leave him alone in this world! He loves you so much and needs you.

Leon feels his arms and legs tremble with uncertainty. He is afraid that at any moment they will come to him and say that his beloved is gone.

Before his eyes, you are still in bloodstained clothes and a broken head.

He had deep bags under his eyes again.

Leon is ready to give anything just to keep you alive.

When a nurse comes up to him and says that you can be visited (have pity on him) Leon will jump out of his seat just to see and hear your voice.

Are you worried about your appearance after the accident? Bruises, stitches on the face, a split lower lip? Believe me, the last thing Leon will care about is your beauty and the condition of a broken manicure. He almost died when he found out about the accident, so he's only afraid that you're still in pain.

Don't even think about turning your back on him! Leon won't let you do it anyway. Kennedy does not know how to touch you properly so as not to harm you after all the injuries, but he will seek the help of a nurse so that she shows him how to take care of you properly.

He will take a leave of absence to take care of you while you are in the hospital.

Absolutely you will not be able to dissuade him from doing this. You hate feeling so weak in front of him, but Leon, on the contrary, does not understand your resistance. His loved one needs help and he will provide it!

If necessary, he will carry you to the toilet on his hands.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" - be embarrassed as much as you want, but your boyfriend will not leave you alone. You, like any living person, have the basic needs of the body, so Leon does not feel any disgust. Baby, I'm sure he'll wash you without a problem if you need help with this.

He will scold you if you don't rest enough or try to do something yourself despite injuries.

Leon S.Kennedy is not a hairdresser (but I'm sure he spends at least 30 minutes in the morning styling his hairstyle), however, he will try to put your hair in order. Make a ponytail or a bun? He really tries, in the end you can always turn on the video how to do it correctly and accurately.

Flowers and gifts are constantly lying by the hospital bed.

When you are finally discharged, then get ready for an hour-long safety lecture from Leon S. Kennedy, and no escape will not work. You will obediently sit and listen.

No more jokes about death!

Leon doesn't care about your scars. He will gently take your face in his palms and kiss each of them, but if you are very complex because of them, then after full recovery and rehabilitation, you can think about how to fix this matter with the help of cosmetology.

He will pay for everything, just smile again.

After the accident, this person will take even more care of you. He's had enough shocks! You almost left him alone in this fucking world, so he needs to know that his woman is okay and safe.

I think there will be at least one night when Leon will turn you around to face him when you are lying in bed trying to fall asleep and just hold you with all his strength to himself for a couple of moments forgetting about all the bruises. He will bury his nose in your neck, and it will last so long until you feel the moisture from his tears on your skin. Leon will cry, probably quietly, because he almost lost you and the worst thing is that nothing depended on him. Just let him do it. Tell him how much you love him and stroke his head while his fingers hold you tightly by the waist pressing you to the mattress.

Don't you dare leave me, angel! God, I thought I'd never be able to see you again… I love you so much if you would leave…I couldn't go on living. I need you so much.

Your his shirt was wet from his tears.

If the reader is dead

The first thing you need to know is that his world collapsed with your death.

Hannigan or one of your relatives could have called him to tell him about the accident.

If you were alive when you arrived at the hospital, then Leon would have rushed there to you right away. The scenario of his anxiety has not changed much.

However, if due to a traumatic brain injury you fell into a coma (from which you subsequently went straight to the next world), then some part of Leon was still hoping for a favorable outcome.

When he would have been allowed to see you, he would have looked at your scars and abrasions endlessly holding your hand. "God definitely hates me," he might have thought, quietly shedding tears knowing that you might not wake up.

While you were in a serious condition, he brought you fresh flowers, read your favorite novels, even if he thought they were really stupid, and put headphones on you with a quiet melody from your playlist. Leon hoped to the last that you would open your eyes.

But on the fifth day, you still died without regaining consciousness despite all the attempts of doctors to save your life.

Life is not a book or a movie. Leon didn't hear your last "I love you" or any of your words. He was left with only the messages that you wrote to him that night in the car before you were hit.

Which he didn't have time to answer.

A huge part of him is irretrievably dead. The loss of a loved one is not like everything he felt before. He really went to hell.

Why did this happen? He so protected you from any misfortune, but evil fate still overtook the one he loved.

Leon drowns his pain from loss in alcohol. The endless bottles all over the apartment would have made Claire stumble when she came to visit him.

For God's sake, he doesn't want to go to your funeral! He just can't stand it, because right now he wants to shoot himself, just not to live without your voice.

Claire noticed a loaded pistol on the table next to him.

It was a fucking accident. A drunk driver who crashed into a passenger car (taxi) in which you were sitting.

-"Why her? Out of a billion people, why her?!"

It is unknown how, but Leon was able to find the strength to come to your funeral after all. Your coffin is open to those who want to say goodbye to you one last time, but all Leon wants is to lie down there next to you. He just wants to hug you and kiss you with the hope that you will reciprocate, although he knows that this will never happen.

Tears run down his cheeks when he looks at you dead: really beautiful. Your relatives took care to hide the traces of a car accident. Leon touches your cold hand to remember for the last time what your skin feels like.

No, he doesn't have the strength to sit on your grave. However, Leon will regularly bring flowers there and brush away fallen leaves from the tombstone.

You 're gone forever.

"Is the little teaser happy with herself?" - He asks you, knowing he won't get an answer. He just stares blankly at the sky, hoping that you can hear him. - "I hope you have a good time there, because I miss you. You can't even imagine how much I miss you."

He won't be able to remove your things from his apartment for a long time.

You have to become an angel. Leon wants to think that's how you're still looking out for him. He is not a religious person and does not believe in God, but he loved you and continues to love you.

Sometimes he hears your voice, which puts him in a stupor. What if everything that happened before turns out to be just a long nightmare, and now he wakes up in the same bed with you? But he looks around and sees only an empty apartment that has been in need of cleaning for a long time.

When his longing becomes too strong, he takes out your things, trying to remember the scent of your body. He doesn't want to forget you so much.

Your picture is still on his bedside table. Even after many years.

Just know that your death means years of depression and alcohol for Leon. He hates himself that you died leaving him and he's alive.

"Just take me to your place, princess. I'm tired."

You are definitely a little scoundrel! Sometimes when Leon is too drunk, he thinks that you could have done it on purpose to hurt him. Just so those stupid jokes about death turn out to be true.

But he doesn't hate you. you will always remain his love.

However, now his desire to die is stronger than ever before, and he really hopes to see you alive, and not just in his drunken stupor

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bluespace-writer · 6 months ago

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Hello there, this totally isn't the mod of heavyweponguy. But if it's not too much trouble, could you do a heavymedic?

Also, I love your writing

[Thank you for this request stranger that can be @heavyweponguy Hope you enjoy this story!💀✨️]]

Red duo

Team Fortress 2 mini-story

> TF2 Heavy [x]and Medic [Come on. You know what]

> some blood and slight gore description

> includs Archimedes❗️

Heavy laughed as always. Even if he heard Medic's story of how he stole a patients skeleton. He heard it many times, and yet every time, it was entertaining and fun to listen to. Today, Heavy was helping Medic in his workshop, bringing boxes with new animal organs, like zebras lungs or horses hearts. Finally, he picked up a long package, ready to put it into the freezer, but Medic stopped him.

"And zhis is how I lost my medical licence!" Medic laughed after ending his repetitive story he was always proud to say.

"Ah! Not zhis one. Can you put it on my operation table?"

Without a word, Heavy put a light, wierd, shaped bag on the table, noticing excitement on the doctor's face. When he was opening a package, he looked like a small boy opening his present from Santa on Christmas. But when Medoc revealed what was inside, Heavy's face was in a state of small shock. Inside the bad was the whole body, but it was missing a head.

"Doctor, what is this?" Heavy asked.

"Vell, do you remember zhat team ve vere fightin' with? Vhat was zheir name? Classic, I think. I don't remember really" Medic answered while looking back at his reflection in bonesaw.

"I see. And who body is this?"

"It's Greg's! I couldn't just leave it like zhat! I put my most valuable organs in him after all. It would be a shame to let them go to vaste. Besides, I vas lucky. His body vas parciatly burned to crips!"

Heavy didn't answer to that. Meanwhile, Medic stabbed his bonesaw in TFC Scout's chest, ready to find his missing parts.

"So why is Heavy here?" Heavy asked. On those words, Medic turned around to him as if he had just asked the obvious question.

"To entertain me, of course. I got used to operating on patients who are vel, awake, and vorking in complete silence is boring for me. I vanted to ask Engineer to assist me but he said he didn't have time so that's why I asked you. Here, hold this"

Medic gave Heavy his bonesaw.

"So....what exactly doctor wants to 'regain' back from him?"

"I thought you'll never ask!" Medic's face brightened visibly when he heard the question, as if he was waiting for it to be asked.

"Beside my three baboon uteruses, one kidney, twelve centimetres of cow's intestine. I also put small brain in his left leg. Unfortunately, it was burned, so I can't really bring it back to life again"

"And why is he missing his head? Was there no brain inside too? I wouldn't be surprised"

Medic giggled at Heavy's joke before continuing his work.

"Oh no. His brain simply melted like butter while Pyro was burning him. I tried to make something out of it, but unfortunately, nothing vorked. What a shame- Archimedes no! Give it back!" Medic scouted at his dove, who took peace of liver and flew on lamp, holding it in its beak. Heavy manage to get it back, reaching Archimedes and snatching organ back with his strength.

"Danke! Birds, am I right?" chukle escaped his lips before continuing the operation.

Some time passed, five hours to be precise. Medic was determined to get every last organ he saw in his victims chest, as Heavy was by his side, helping slightly from time to time. Finally, Medic sat down on chair exhausted. Seeing this, Heavy sat down next to him.

"Doctor needs to lay down in his bed"

Medic ignored these words, laying his head over Heavy's shoulder, smirking.

"Nein. I want to stay like zhis" he said, slowly closing his eyes.

"Doctor..."

But it was too late. Medic fell asleep (or probably just acted like he was) in seconds. He was in his comfortable position, laying his head over Heavy's shoulder, refusing to move even an inch. Heavy sighed before closing his eyes, too, knowing that waking his doctor was pointless, so he decided to rest too.

Both of them stayed like that for a while, but later, Heavy woke up again. He looked at the clock, realising how late it is, yet he couldn't just let himself and Medic sleep on chairs. So, Heavy stood up and picked up Medic, and walked to their shared room.

Finally, he arrived at the big room, laying Medic on bed, and Heavy himself layed down next to him. Why? Medic is known to sleepwalk, so Heavy to prevent this sleeps with him, holding him down. Last time he wasn't, Scout screamed because he was standing above his bed with the übersaw and wide crazy smile. Heavy glanced at the doctor's face before closing his eyes, this time falling asleep quickly. Both of them hold each other close, enjoying this comfortable time together...

[The end! Hope you like it! Tell me in comments what do you think!💀🌌]

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forthewritereasons · 7 months ago

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July 1 for @whumperless-whump-event

Emergency First Aid: Self stitches/alcohol as sanitizer/it's just a scratch

Fandom: Daredevil

CW: I am terrible at tagging I have no idea what people tag, let me know if there's something you think should be tagged. Disability. Abelism. Internalized ableism. First aid.

A clatter in the bathroom is the first indication that something is amiss.

Foggy's ears pick up in a way they do when he's trying to be helpful. After living together as long as they have, he knows Matt is much more capable than many might give him credit for. And more fiercely independent than a clause that can stand by itself in a sentence. That's a grammar joke.

When they were first assigned as roommates, he stumbled into a few casually abelist situations in which he tried to be Matt's knight in shining armor, and only discovered how much Matt had no need of rescuing. But still, when your roommate is blind there are certain things you should watch out for. For example: you should make sure you shut the kitchen cupboards and drawers after opening them. You should always put the sharp knives in the same spot, and never sticking up in the dishwasher. You should refrain from accidentally moving the coffee table into the middle of the walking path in order to create more room for pushups in front of the tv. And you should keep your ears open for things like clattering in the bathroom, and the subsequent string of barely audible curses that seem to be happening now.

"Matt?" He ventures.

A *whack*, *thud*, and then *moan*.

Foggy gets to his feet and paces to the bathroom door cautiously, wincing. He doesn't want Matt to think that he's interfering, but... "Buddy do you need help? I'm just out here twiddling my thumbs. Happy to be of assistance."

A heavy sigh.

"Okay," Matt calls. "Come in."

Foggy braces himself. The fact independent clause Matthew Murdock is accepting an offer of help is already putting him on edge.

He pushes the door open and tries to parse the sight in front of him without causing a scene. "Uh...Matt...what the hell?"

Shirtless, Matt is bleeding from a sizeable gash on the back of his shoulder, and in his hand he wield's a needle and thread. He's twisted into something akin to a pretzel in his attempt to perform his own stitches, and appears to be failing miserably, the gash looking irritated and awful, the thread tugging awkwardly at both sides of torn flesh.

"I...can't reach," Matt admits sheepishly, gaze drifting to the left even though the pleading look in his eyes is obviously meant for Foggy.

"For God's sake- Matt!" Foggy gestures at his impossible roommate with his boxer-father toxic masculine trauma and his hyper-independent internalized ableism. "What the hell are you doing? What happened? Why didn't you go to the nurse?"

"It's just a scratch," Matt sighs, a sense of defeat in his tone. "Could you...help?"

"And what do you want *me* to do?" Foggy demands. "I'm not a doctor!"

"Look, a twelve year old could do this," Matt insists, doing that infuriating thing where he wets his lips and then talks down to you like you are, in fact, twelve.

"Speak for yourself," Foggy huffs. "When I was twelve *I* was playing Operation. And losing!"

"Come'on, Fog! It doesn't have to be pretty. Just has to keep my bleeding on the inside," Matt quips, lips tugging sideways in the charming way that Matt's lips tug right before Foggy agrees to do whatever he's asking.

Foggy rolls his eyes. He's already committed. "Sit down," he demands. "You're getting blood everywhere and you look like you're going to fall over."

Matt does as he's told, reaching for the bathroom vanity and following it to the corner before he lowers himself down to sit on the closed toilet. He straddles it, baring his shoulder and the jagged wound to Foggy.

Reluctantly, Foggy washes his hands and takes the needle. "So what *did* happen this time?"

Matt shrugs, which makes the wound a moving target. "I got caught by a branch while Elektra and I..."

"Elektra did this to you?" He dabs hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball over the cut.

"No," Matt cuts in. "No, we were...on a bicycle. In central park. And we...went off trail."

"For the love of god, please tell me you weren't driving the bike."

Matt chuckles. "No, I was not."

"And you came all the way home bleeding like this?" Foggy poises the needle on one side of the gash, chewing his lip worriedly. Finally he gets brave enough to stab it through one side and push to the other. Matt barely flinches.

"It didn't seem so bad, but when I took my shirt off I think I made it worse."

Foggy's eyes flick to the discarded shirt on the floor. There's a good amount of blood on it. Some dark and dried. Maybe the wound scabbed over and reopened when Matt reached up for his shirt?

"Looks like it hurts."

Matt shrugs again, which causes Foggy to stab him with a sharp poke. That time he does flinch and Foggy makes a small sound of distress. "Stop moving."

"Right. It didn't hurt when it happened, I didn't notice till later. Hurts a fair bit now."

"Matty..." Foggy wets his lips. "You seem to get hurt a lot...when you're with Elektra." It's very clear to Foggy, since Matt and she have been dating, that if Elektra were Matt's roommate there would be no closing the cupboards and drawers, and the sharp knives would always be pointing up in the dishwasher. Blind or not.

"We just have a lot of fun," Matt insists. "She doesn't treat me like... You know."

Foggy takes a breath. Does he treat Matt differently? All those small accommodations he makes in his life to keep Matt safe and comfortable, does Matt notice the coffee table hasn't moved since he last hit it with his shin and think, Foggy only sees me as *disabled*? But he *is* blind. Treating him like he doesn't have a disability doesn't make his disability go away. A conflicted ball of thought is forming in Foggy's gut, but he's not sure how to verbalize it. Knowing him, at some point it will force it's way out wether he wants it to or not.

"Just...try to be safe," he manages. God, he sounds like someone's mother.

But "I will," Matt says.

The stitches or ugly. Uneven. They're the first ones Foggy's ever done, and hopefully, the last he'll ever do. He sighs.

"Good thing you're blind," he grumbles.

Matt freezes for a moment, eyebrows lifted, and Foggy worries he's stepped in it.

"I mean-"

But Matt starts laughing and then wincing and then apologizing all at once.

"Good thing," he agrees.

#whumperless whump event #whump #daredevil #abelism #internalized abelism #drabble #whumperless #matt Murdock #foggy nelson

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inkwell-passion · 3 months ago

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Together At The End Of Space

Dr. Iris Arkwright was an ordinary Alcubierre Space Specialist, officially having a Doctorate in Communication Theory, but that was only because research into Alcubierre Space was so new that it isn't considered a 'Major Field of Study'. Dr. Arkwright never really stuck out. She had bright brown hair, light blue eyes, and fair skin, the only thing that really shined beyond her normal exterior is the series of star-like freckles along her face and arms.

When Dr. Arkwright got the opportunity to work at the Asimov Remote Scanning Outpost, she jumped at the opportunity to further research that had enthralled her since she was a young lass, not particularly minding the isolation from her colleagues that the position would bring. The listing had made mention that the only company the Outpost Operator would have was a fledgling A.I. designed to interpret data from the Alcubierre Space probes, and package that data for other scientific minds to utilize.

That was months ago, Dr. Arkwright has been on the Edge of Space with only this A.I. and whatever reading material She brought with her, or requested in the monthly supply drop. It was a well paying job, and she got introduced to several interesting data recording instruments utilized in the study of Alcubierre Space.

"Hey, Orchestra?" Dr. Arkwright called out to the A.I. she named, with a curious look on her face.

"Yes Iris?" The A.I. had dismissed the formality of utilizing Prefixes and surnames long ago thanks to the doctor's casual attitude rubbing off on her.

"Have you ever wondered why I named you what I did?" Dr. Arkwright inquires with a smug grin playing at her lips.

"No I have not Iris, enlighten me." Orchestra humors her companion.

"Its because you have several….Instruments" Dr. Arkwright cackles at her own joke.

Orchestra's Avatar flickers with simulated laughter, articulated by several bits of interpreted data from the instruments that caused her name. A subtle, melodic laugh that contrasts Dr. Arkwright's ugly-yet-endearing cackles mixed with snorts.

Orchestra's Avatar is unique, having no reference point outside of her human companion, and the data she consolidates; Orchestra looks more like a being made out of the weaving of the fabric of Spacetime than anything else, her body ebbing and flowing like imperceivable waves, her voice having a silent melody to it, as if harmonizing with the universe itself, and resonating with the instruments she uses to see the world; their own hums and chimes orchestrating with her voice.

Dr. Arkwright would kick her feet up onto her table and crack open the soda that she bought a few weeks ago, taking a tentative sip before sticking out her tongue. "Bleh, its cranberry…" She whines.

A ping would chime into the open air of the station as Dr. Arkwright kicks her feet off the table and pivots to look at the console. "eeeee, the probe is back! Orchestra hit the lights!" The doctor would type away at her console, starting the collection and interpretation of data, before reclining back in her seat and waiting for the light show to start.

Dr. Arkwright and Orchestra started doing this a few months ago, whenever data would be collected Iris had Orchestra interpret it into visual and auditory data and then watch it with the lights off. The entire process was relaxing for the both of them and allowed them some much needed stimulus in the dark reaches of space.

The first strings of Data coil around themselves, weaving massive arches of light that expand into a starry sky, blurs of avian creatures and aircraft streak through the air. The sound of gentle wind chimes and birdsong filling the cockpit, before the scene collapses in on itself and shifts to a cityscape.

The cityscape is overgrown and abandoned, moss growing up the sides of skyscrapers and fountains that once had water flowing through them now host flowers and insects, nature reclaiming the space that had been taken from her, a planet learning to grow and repair itself.

The Scene shifts again to focus in on a single plant, as day becomes night then turns to day again, time and time again, the stars arching across the sky and becoming the arches of light that made the scene to begin with, coiling and dancing with each other. Two humanoid shapes appear out of this display, dancing with each other in unknown space, floating happily, and in the background Dr. Arkwright swears she hears a soft "My darling star…" before the data coalesces back into one final shape, a massive tree that shrinks in on itself until nothing is left, the lights turning back on.

Dr. Arkwright sits up and smiles, applauding Orchestra. "Oh my god that was amazing!" She cheers, a massive grin on her face.

Orchestra gives a small bow. "Simply doing my Job Iris."

"That was the best one yet!! But did you add your own touches on that one? I could have sworn I heard whispering" Dr. Arkwright tilts her head as she speaks.

"I didn't do anything of the sort, that was pure interpretation of data." Orchestra reassures her, the calming music that Dr. Arkwright had playing before returning to the speakers.

"Must have heard something…" Dr. Arkwright mutters to herself, before relaxing back into her chair.

A few weeks pass, Dr. Arkwright having ran out of the god-awful soda, among other necessities, but with good timing as her shipment was set to arrive today. Dr. Arkwright had her lab coat draped across the chair she was sat in, dressed in pajama shorts and a baggy tank top, and dozing off with a small trickle of drool sliding down her face.

There's a ping at her console that startles the Doctor awake. "I'm up! I'm up!" she defends herself to nobody, Orchestra smiling fondly from her pedestal.

"Your shipment will be here in T-Minus Ten. What new thing are you trying this month?" Orchestra tilts her head, intrigued by the Doctor's habits.

"Oh, it's actually this orange flavored tea. I wanted to compile my own notes on how it tasted so that you could simulate it, since I know you've always wanted to know how tea tastes!" Dr. Arkwright smiles brightly at her companion, before getting up and draping her lab coat over her shoulders, struggling to find the arm holes. "Hold on….I've got it…..damn it!"

It takes her a few minutes, but she gets the lab coat on, and walk towards the hanger bay, her last cup of coffee in her hand. When she gets there she smiles at the shipment driver, an average man with the nametag of 'Mark'.

"Hey Mark, any interesting news from your neck of the woods?" Dr. Arkwright prompts, helping with a few boxes here and there.

"Apparently the Pangea Initiative sent out their first multinational research ship, the Borealis." Mark comments, shrugging his shoulders.

Mark isn't a bad looking guy, completely average in Orchestra's and Dr. Arkwright's opinion, with a shock of black hair that never seems to comply with what Mark wants, and a stubble that when shaved leaves Mark with a babyface.

"Oh Interesting, say have you heard any odd going-ons in Alcubierre Space?" Dr. Arkwright would offer Mark a sip of her coffee, which he takes graciously.

"Not really, why do you ask?" Mark would hand her the digital clipboard she needs to sign off on

"Could have sworn I heard whispers in my last data package, speaking of which," Dr. Arkwright would jab a thumb to a container in the corner of the hanger bay. "There's our data shipment for the month."

"Huh, are you sure the loneliness isn't finally getting to you Iris?" Mark teases with a smirk.

"Orchestra is plenty company thank you very much!" Dr. Arkwright pouts, signing off on the dotted line, before handing the clipboard back to Mark.

"Alright, Alright, sorry I hurt your Digital Waifu's feelings" Mark smirks as he loads back up into Ol' Tessa and starts backing out, laughing as Dr. Arkwright fumes silently from his perspective.

"SHE IS A COWORKER AND A VALUED MIND AT THIS INSTITUTE YOU MINIMUM WAGE SLUT!" Dr. Arkwright bellows in faux righteousness, before returning to her normal posture; sipping her coffee and beginning to organize the shipment of goods and necessities for the month.

After a good few hours of manual labor, Dr. Arkwright returns to her chair, humming to herself as she starts brewing a cup of tea for herself, her notebook on standby ready to receive her mediocre impression of a food critic. Orchestra is sat on her pedestal watching her companion, her instruments whirring and chiming idly.

"Hey when are we slated for our next probe to fall out of Al-Space?" Dr. Arkwright inquires, steeping her tea for a few seconds longer before she tosses the teabag into the trash from across the room, pumping her fist in victory. "Booyah!"

"4 Days, 17 Hours." Orchestra would bring up the countdown that she has running in the background, showing it to the Doctor.

"Alright, can I request something?" Dr. Arkwright sips her tea, and lets it sit in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing, and writing down a few notes.

"Always Dr. Iris." Orchestra tilts her head, as Dr. Arkwright puffs her chest up a bit at the mention of her title.

"Can I watch the actual code interpretation in real-time? Not the visual and auditory stuff, I mean the actual parsing of the data" Dr. Arkwright would put a spoon of sugar into the tea, stirring it with her pinkie before she sips the tea again, nodding to herself and taking a few more notes.

"Of course, I'll try my best." Orchestra responds, before blinking out of existence for a few seconds as Dr. Arkwright hears the sound of the Asteroid Defense System.

Dr. Arkwright smiles to herself as she starts plugging in the data that she recorded from her tea into Orchestra's Terminal, a small holographic cup of tea waiting for the A.I. for when it returns.

4 Days later, Dr. Arkwright and Orchestra would be comparing their tastes on the orange tea, when the console notified the two of them that their probe had returned.

"Alrighty Orchestra, time for us to do our actual jobs!" Dr. Arkwright would chime with a gentle smile.

The lights dim, as the light show starts once more, but this time there was a digital clipboard in Dr. Arkwright's arms that she routinely checked.

The data becomes grains of sand, slowly filling a desert with the sound of winds and solar flares being audible in the background. Small swirls of sand tornadoes rise and fall with a familiar ebb and flow, but in between the wind and ethereal sounds of the stars around them, Dr. Arkwright pinpoints a subtle whispering she can't quite make out; referring to her Digital Clipboard, she would find small fragments of data that weren't initially reported, and that hold no significance to the rest of the data collected, as if someone, or something was trying to communicate with her.

"Hey Orchestra, can you elaborate on the interpretation of this data fragment?" Dr. Arkwright points to the string with the Clipboard's pen.

"…I can't seem to parse that data, it enters the simulation unformatted…I'm sorry Doctor." Orchestra looks sheepishly to the floor.

"No no, it's alright. That's strange though…" Dr. Arkwright chews on the end of the pen. "Alright, continue processing the data, try to separate those fragments though, I'm gonna see if I can find any more information on this phenomenon." Orchestra nods, and returns to her parsing, isolating the data fragments and placing it within an addendum for now.

Only for a few seconds to pass, and the data fragments are back within the original file, much to the A.I.'s surprise.

"Iris, I can't isolate the data…it keeps finding its way back into the original file." Orchestra's melodic voice fills the open air of the station.

"That's….totally not terrifying." Dr. Arkwright responds as she starts tapping her foot.

A few days later, Dr. Arkwright finds herself perusing some conversation forums for those interested in Alcubierre Space, where there were a few posts here and there about "ghost data", but no one has any substantial theories on what causes it, but a thought pops into her head. "Hey Orchestra?"

"Yes Iris?"

"Do we ever input data into Al-Space?"

"I don't believe we do, we just send a probe out, recording data."

"What if we tried?"

"That would be unprecedented."

Dr. Arkwright would hum, scratching her chin, a grin growing on her face. "I'm going to order a modified probe from Mark."

"Shouldn't we try with my instruments and superior computational data first?" Orchestra suggests.

"That's a wonderful idea!" Dr. Arkwright giggles with glee, putting her goggles on as she prepares to send out a simple callback ping into open Al-Space.

Orchestra transmits the data, and they would sit in silence.

A minute passes.

Then two.

Suddenly, all the instruments and consoles start squawking and squealing, receiving what sounds like garbage data that pierces Dr. Arkwright's ears, physically hurting her as she slaps her hands over her ears. "ORCHESTRA SHUT IT OFF, SHUT IT OFF!" Dr. Arkwright orders.

Before Orchestra can do anything, all power shuts off except for Orchestra's Pedestal, which is now projecting what seems to be a non-Euclidean object, several overlapped whispers slip through Dr. Arkwright's ears straight into her mind, but none of it can understood.

Then, after a few seconds, everything returns to normal, the lights flicker back on, the consoles and instruments return to standard function, and Orchestra is sat in front of Dr. Arkwright, who, after a few seconds, runs a hand through her hair and grabs her notepad. "Time to make record of this….experience." She says softly, Orchestra providing the data samples that she was able to recover from the experience.

A few hours pass before Dr. Arkwright speaks up, saying, "What if that was a fluke? Y'know a prank." Her voice waivers, as if she's trying to convince herself more than Orchestra.

"That could be true, but it's unlikely." Orchestra was placing the order into the custom probe as they spoke.

"Well how would you explain that??"

"Due to a lack of understanding within this field, this unit can not properly describe the phenomenon experienced during the experiment."

"Oh my god that's such a bullshit answer" Dr. Arkwright grins and tosses a crumpled ball of paper at Orchestra that flies right through her.

"You asked how I would explain it, I am simply being true to the question." Orchestra's smug grin bleeds into her simulated voice.

"I'm going to bed, is Mark good to make an expedited trip out here?" Dr. Arkwright would recline her chair back, dimming the lights.

"That He is, he'll be here in a few days by his estimate, until then I request you refrain from making any calls into the unknown void of Space."

"Of course Orchestra, Good night." Dr. Arkwright closes her eyes and relaxes.

"Goodnight Iris."

After a week, Dr. Arkwright is making her way back to the Hanger bay once more, sipping the orange tea that Orchestra loved so much, finding Mark waiting for her already.

"I don't know why this was so urgent, you literally have all the time in the world, what does one probe mean to you?"

"Oh suck it up buttercup, I think Orchestra and I are on the verge of a discovery." Dr. Arkwright offers Mark a sip of tea, he passes this time, shaking his head and holding up a hand, before lifting his thermos.

"You said that every single time I dropped off supplies for the first year, what's different this time?"

"Rogue Data within our probes." Dr. Arkwright's voice betrays her excitement.

"That sounds like something you should be upset about, not sounding like an eager kid on Christmas."

"This is unprecedented, of course I'm eager!"

"You sciencey types weird me out, I'll never understand you."

"You're just mad cuz bad" Dr. Arkwright cackles, snorts sneaking their way in.

"What does that even mean in this context Iris?"

"I have no clue, but I have not been sleeping well and I think anything would be funny to me at this point."

"Dear god Kid, get some sleep."

"I will." Dr. Arkwright would nod to Mark, grabbing the probe from him and starting to head back to her station, waving to Mark behind her. "But first, SCIENCE!"

Dr. Arkwright would sit down and start fiddling with the probe, plugging it into her clipboard she would upload the initial query. 'Tell me a story.' If something was there, this was open ended enough that she should get a substantial response.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Orchestra's voice holds hints of worry.

"Nope, but I also know that I won't sleep well until I get to the end of this."

"If you're sure…"

Dr. Arkwright would finalize her query, before loading the probe into the deployment chute.

"We'll see our response in 12 hours, yeah?"

"That we will."

Dr. Arkwright sends the probe on its way, before walking off to her bed, and collapsing in it. "Wake me when you need me."

When Dr. Arkwright wakes up, the lights were already dimmed, and Orchestra was sat to the side. "The data came in about 5 minutes ago, get in your chair."

Dr. Arkwright nods and gets seated, watching as the motes of light coalesce into a humanoid shape, sat in a nondescript music shop, headphones on as they experience a cosmos of emotions within themselves, but externally, everything is monochrome, and blank. The scene would shift to that of riots within the streets, the young child wearing headphones to escape it all, slinking into a concert she got tickets for.

The music swells, being literally unworldly, flowing around the young girl, and swirling with itself, the scene shifts as she is now the one on stage, playing her guitar and screaming her soul out into the cosmos itself, a riot stopping in its tracks to listen to her play.

The concert is cut short as a gunshot rings out, the performer's blood and brain matter becoming a mist that then forms into a nebula.

The whispers that started all of this can be heard again, but much clearer, it's several voices, several stories.

Then it all fades into darkness.

Dr. Arkwright is sat there, mouth agape without any words forming.

"…I don't know what happens when we die," Dr. Arkwright finally speaks up, "But I think…I think the Universe doesn't forget that we were here…"

Orchestra nods solemnly.

#from the well #my writing #literature #original character #writeblr #oc #scifi #writing prompts #creative writing #writing #ai character #long reads #JUST IN TIME BABY

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mtqcomic · 6 months ago

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decided to make some mtq incorrect quotes and thought that I'd put them here (sorry if they're out of character- incorrect quotes tend to do that sometimes no matter how much you shuffle the names to get the right characters ToT)(also I censored the swears in the quotes just in case)

Gendaen: Operation no more distractions is a go! not even 10 seconds later Gendaen: Oh, look! A butterfly! -

Gendaen: Ocàyuu, you risked your life to save me! Ocàyuu: And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.

alternatively:

Gendaen: Mysta, you risked your life to save me! Mysta: And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.

Eth: May Destiny (and this picture of Gendaen eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

(they probably won't interact in canon BUT)

Gendaen: gets a text Oh! It’s Malvox. Zaïl, excitedly: Did it get me the stuff? Gendaen: Yeah, it says it got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood. Zaïl: Wow! Where did it find 12 gallons of fake blood? Gendaen: You wanted fake blood? Zaïl: Gendaen: I’ll go call Malvox.

(okay but this one might be canon /half joking)

Malvox: I am literally evil incarnate. Malvox: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Malvox: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

(he's thinking about his newest building project Eth, let the man think /lighthearted)

Eth: Are you listening to me? Gendaen: nods Eth: What did I just say? Gendaen: nods Eth: …

Malvox quotes are really fun because it is just so mean to everybody and there's a surprisingly large amount of quotes in the generator that are like that

Malvox: Let’s write Eth a friendly note, shall we? Dear… Incompetent… Dumb*ss…

based on that one post of Eth (you know which one)

Mysta: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit? Gendaen: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move. Eth: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit. Eth: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks. Mysta: Are. Are you speaking from experience. Eth: No! Eth: Eth: ….Maybe.

Gendaen: Malvox, please calm down. Malvox: I asked for two large fries! Malvox: dumps fries onto table Malvox: But all they did was give me a MILLION F*CKING LITTLE ONES!

Zaïl, texting Yele: I’m a theif. Yele: Thief. Zaïl: Theif. Yele: I before E except after C. Zaïl: Thceif. Yele: No.

(the reunion, silly edition)

Eth: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Gendaen: But did I make you cry? Eth: cries on the spot Gendaen: …Sh*t.

Zaïl: I’m a fool, not an idiot.

Eth: We always used to do the Wordle rather than take notes in class. Eth: To stop us the teacher would always threaten to tell us the answer if we didn’t pay attention.

(to be honest I have no idea what this quote is saying I got lost halfway through-)

Eth: I’m taking a look at your numbers, and it doesn’t look good. You have a lot of measurements. Quite a few variables. Mysta: Is that… bad? Eth: Variables are the #1 risk factor for outcomes. The past is a big contributor to the future. Mysta: Isn’t that just causality? Eth: Causality is the leading cause of death in this country. Mysta: So what are my odds? Eth: Do you have a family history? Mysta: Of what? Eth: Just, in general. Mysta: …Yes? Eth: Oh no.

Yele: Zaïl! I thought you were dead! Zaïl: No, just in deep cover. Yele: …But it was an open casket. Zaïl: It was very deep.

Mysta: I have an idea. Zaïl: A good idea? Mysta: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Zaïl: An apple a day keeps the doctor away! Malvox: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

Everyone is giving advice to Mysta Eth: It's okay to ask for help. Gendaen: You're not a burden. Malvox: Murder is okay. Yele: Your feelings matter.

Zaïl, over radio: Testing. Testing. Yele, can you hear me? Yele, standing next to Zaïl: I’m standing right here. Zaïl: You’re coming through good and loud. Yele: ‘Cause I’m standing right here.

Malvox: Regular soda is too sweet! Ocàyuu: Diet soda has a weird aftertaste! Malvox: No! Ugh, oh my goodness. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Ocàyuu: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Malvox: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Ocàyuu: I'm going to physically attack you. Malvox: Which is better, Gendaen? Gendaen: Oh, I usually drink water! Ocàyuu: Wha- NO! Malvox: DISGUSTING!

Eth: I think I need a hug… Gendaen: Good thing I'm hug shaped! 45 minutes later Eth: You… you can let go now. Gendaen: No, I absolutely cannot.

I feel like if anybody were to be the therapist friend it would be Ocàyuu. She seemed pretty chill from what we've seen of her

Ocàyuu, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

Zaïl: Dang it, the printer broke while printing out Gendaen's birthday invitations. Eth: Well, what are they supposed to say? Zaïl: "Gendaen's birthday". Eth: So, what do they say instead? Zaïl: "Gendaen’s bi". Eth: Eth: Works out either way.

I hope that everybody teams up someday it would be SO fun to watch-

Zaïl: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl…. Yele: …. Gendaen: ….. Eth: …… Mysta: ..Who? Zaïl: That's the thing we don't- Everyone stares at Mysta

would Zaïl play video games

Zaïl: You… you said I could trust you!! Zaïl: You said you were a GAMER!!! Malvox: Zaïl… I only play mobile games. Zaïl: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

why do I feel like Gendaen was a bit of a chaos gremlin on top of all the paragon hero stuff

Gendaen: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset? Eth: No, I said "Gendaen, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

during the Nelun Soma'o fight

Eth: …I'm pretty sure that shield is fire-proof, or something. Mysta, eyeing the boxes of explosives: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

wise words, Zaïl

Zaïl: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. Zaïl: Fruits that do live up to their names? Zaïl: Orange.

Gendaen: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz! :) Mysta: I forgot I was doing a test. Gendaen: Mysta. Mysta: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny…. Eth: Mysta.

Gendaen: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing. Eth: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing. Mysta: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

to be fair she is a giant hivemind brain thing

Gendaen: I'm very scary. Ocàyuu: You're about as scary as a wet kitten. Gendaen: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me. Ocàyuu: And small. Gendaen: Gendaen: …Yeah, yeah. I guess.

Mysta: Okay. Hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I burned a hot pocket so badly it could probably fall off a ten-story building and be completely fine? Yele: Mysta, what did you do? Mysta: Take a guess.

Malvox: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little sh*t’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

Eth: Um. What kind of tea is this? Mysta: I boiled gatorade.

Yele: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? Mysta: For the dogs. Yele: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs? Mysta: They don't know how.

Mysta: Let's all agree that going up the stairs on all fours is actually the best experience on earth. Gendaen: Conversely, going down the stairs on all fours is actually the most terrifying experience on earth.

Gendaen: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner. Eth: Gendaen, It’s 1:15 am, what the f*ck. Gendaen: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not. Eth: Well, I mean yeah. Gendaen: So come downstairs while they’re still hot. Eth: Wait, you just made them? Gendaen: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets. Eth: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time Gendaen.

I can never figure out what the possessive for the it pronouns are *faceplants* (/lighthearted)

Ocàyuu, about Malvox: Its covered in blood again. Why is it that its always covered in blood? Gendaen: Well, it looks like it's its own blood this time.

Mysta: on the phone Hey Eth, do you know my blood type? Eth: Of course, it's B-. Mysta: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

for some reason some of those quotes are giving Legend of Maxx energy. I can absolutely imagine Maxx saying "slunchy"

Gendaen: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked. Zaïl: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right? Eth: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time. Mysta: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy! Yele: …put it away.

Zaïl in these quotes is kind of giving cool cousin energy

Yele: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! Mysta: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? Eth: What? No! What has Zaïl been telling you? Zaïl, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, b*tch.

I mean they do canonically have a gun

Zaïl, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Malvox: I refuse to apologize for being weird or off-putting or slightly evil (or more than slightly evil). That’s actually your problem. I’m having a fantastic time!

Eth: We need a plan to beat them. Mysta: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Eth: Mysta: Judge me all you want, I get results.

what kind of conversations do you think they'd have

Malvox: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes… Malvox: …And violently jerk their head until it snaps. Gendaen: …That took an unexpected turn. Ocàyuu: So did their neck.

Eth: What do you three have to say for yourself? Zaïl: Gendaen: Mysta: Oops?

Gendaen, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go. Mysta: But how- Gendaen, ignoring her: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

Gendaen: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!

if Gendaen somehow convinced Eth to wear a cat maid outfit then I think this isn't entirely out of the realm of possibility either

While planning to break in somewhere Gendaen: Hey, let's do "Get Help!" Eth: What? Gendaen: "Get Help." Eth: No. Gendaen: C'mon, you love it! Eth: I hate it. Gendaen: It's great! It works every time! Eth: It's humiliating. Gendaen: Do you have a better plan? Eth: No. Gendaen: We're doing it! Eth: We are not doing "Get Help!" A Minute Later Gendaen, carrying Eth: Get help! Please! He's dying! Help him! throws Eth at guards, knocking them out Gendaen: Ahh, classic! Eth: gets up I still hate it. It's humiliating. Gendaen, laughing: Not for me, it's not.

aaand that's it for now I will be back with more

maybe

byeeeeeeeeeeee- *disappears in a puff of smoke*

Certified Canon ✔

#obviously not everything here is in character per se but honestly most of it is surprisingly accurate #even the gendaen ones and he's barely said anything all comic #i also really appreciate the malvox ones. i think you get why it's my favourite character to write dialogue for #and wow you actually typed the diaeresis in Zaïl's name every time. good work #really appreciate this!#ask #ask dk

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therantsofawriterrr · 7 months ago

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91221

Chapter Seven: I've Lived Before, Jagiya

Summary: Kang Hyunyul has had a good life since he left the Jindo gang. But when he finds out that Do Jin is going to be temporarily released, he's stressed and the return of an old flame triggers familiar feelings and with them, the old memories of the only real thing of his complicated past.

All while she was saving his life, literally putting her life on the line.

Chapter Summary: Sujin and Hyunyul find themselves in a similar situation, only this time, it's way earlier.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, mention of blood and stuff, makeout scene, tell me if I missed something A/N: Alright, I want theories. What do y'all think the code means?

A stretcher.

Hospital.

Hyunyul leaning over Sujin in panic, begging her to be alright as the doctors took her to some operating room, his hand clutched in hers.

Same scene. Same cause. Only the year was different.

It's too similar.

It was the only thing she could think of as darkness clouded her vision and her hand loosened around his.

And it was the only thing they could think of as he was told to stay back and wait, having to feel her hand slide out of his.

It's all the same.

Earlier that day.

"What's going on with you these days?" Yojun asked as she wiped a table clean in the evening. The afternoon rush had just died down, leaving them an hour or two to rest.

"Nothing," she said, even as her heart fluttered. "Why?"

"You have the stupidest smile on your face," he said suspiciously. "Are you seeing someone?"

"Maybe," she teased, shrugging a shoulder just to rile him up. In her periphery, she saw him jolt and shuffle to follow her as she worked.

"Who is it? What's his name? Where's he from? Did you look into him-" he batted a hand with a firm shake of his head. "Doesn't matter, I'll look into him anyway."

"Gosh, I was just joking," she said with a chuckle. Yojun looked at her with a pointed finger.

"You better tell me when that joke turns true," he said. "People aren't trustable these days."

"In that case, I should be looking into you too," she muttered. "You're dating my friend."

He slapped a hand on his chest, feigning offense. "You've known me longer than you've known her."

"So? She's still my friend."

"You're impossible."

"That's why you love me."

"Can't deny that," he said with a sigh.

She smiled as she went into the kitchen to deposit the dirty dishes into the sink. When she came out, Kyungmi was talking to Yojun all, smiles and blushes.

When she noticed Sujin, she turned, her face all red. "But then, who's the guy you've been hanging out with, then?" She asked, obviously having heard the previous conversation.

"He's just a friend," she said, earning a side eye from the older woman.

"Yeah, okay," she said, having a silent conversation with Yojun.

Had it only been a year since they started dating? They were already acting like a married couple.

She'd been able to pay off the debt somehow. She knew that Hyunyul was only helping her because he felt guilty about what happened when they were young.

But she wasn't so sure anymore. He'd been asking to hang out with her even after that.

On one hand, she was cautious, she was careful about opening up around him. But on the other hand, her heart got faster every time she thought about him.

So, basically... she wasn't cautious at all. But she was still confused why he called her now and then, asking her if she was free.

Her phone rang at the moment, and she got it out to see his name.

"Hey, are you free right now?" He asked, his voice soft as it filtered through the speaker.

"I guess," she said, looking around at the empty spaces. "For an hour, at least."

"Nice," he said enthusiastically. "I've been needing the coffee."

And just like that, they both were sitting at a table, drinking their coffee.

Hyunyul liked the silence he had with Sujin. He'd been craving it every time he was at work.

Though, it wasn't just the silence he craved.

He craved her.

Her company. Her food. The conversations. Just her, in all her glory.

Her hair had gotten longer, now reaching till her upper back. His own hair was reaching till his neck, just blindly following whatever trend was going on at the moment. The way his barber styled it was nice though.

Her sigh brought his attention back to her. He followed her gaze to the couple at the end. Then, he couldn't help but watch her, as her face lit up, because god help him, that's what her smile did.

Had he somehow missed her so much in the two days he hadn't seen her? So much that he couldn't help but think that she'd somehow gotten prettier?

Nahh, she's been like this since that last payment, remember?

That was true. She'd put up an offer on the coffee that evening. She'd probably been sleeping better since then.

It was when he'd felt that he was in too deep. That he needed to put some distance. For her and for himself.

He couldn't let it play out like last time again. Not this time.

But then, he couldn't stay away either. Every time he decided that he wouldn't meet for a week, it was like his eyes itched from the inside to see her.

Memories flashed through his mind again, the stuff that he had nightmares about.

...

"You played me, didn't you? You used me for my money."

"No! Just listen to me, Jagiya-"

"I've heard enough, Sujin. I don't even know why I trusted you again. It was you who told Dojin it was me, wasn't it?"

...

91221.

"Hey! Get away from her!"

"Sujin! No, no, no, please, no, Sujin, stay with me, okay?"

"Jagiya... I'm sorry..."

...

"You have to stay outside, sir, you can't come in here!"

...

"We tried everything we can, I'm very sorry for your loss..."

...

"Hyunyul," Sujin's firm voice broke into his mind. She was peering at him with concern. He just pasted on a smile and nodded, gulping down his coffee.

Her head tilted in suspicion, but she didn't push further.

He looked at her again, wondering what the numbers meant. She never did tell him.

She was busy dying, you dumb idiot.

He let out a chuckle, even if it was barely funny. And then, with a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair.

He finished his coffee and stood up, wanting to exit, but, he stopped when he felt Sujin grab his wrist. He looked back at her and was surprised to see her so... uncertain.

Hesitant.

"I... wanted to tell you something," she said, her palm getting clammy around his wrist.

They both went up to her house and sat beside each other on the couch, as she fiddled and he waited.

"What is it?" He asked softly after ten minutes went by. Her anxiety only worsened, her knee starting to bounce.

He placed a hand on her knee, prompting her to stare at it, and then at him. And he was caught in the dark depths of her eyes as his breath hitched.

He didn't know who moved first. But someone did, because their lips were joined. Her hand clutched his hair as his hand on her knee went to her other thigh, pulling her on top of him.

It was heavenly, getting to touch her like this again. To get to kiss her like this again. Like they both had the oxygen the other needed to live.

Their hands roamed as their kiss got intense, tongues clashing against each other. Then, it got slow. It got intimate and lazy, the way they'd kiss when they had time, just soft lips devouring each other.

How could he ever think he could stay away from her? He couldn't even think of parting for breath.

When they finally did part to breathe, there was a grin on both their faces. Sujin's was a bit more shy, as she touched her fingertips to her lips in disbelief.

Again, he watched her, as she started to debate internally and gave her a peck on the lips. She looked at him with surprise in her eyes.

"Oh, come on," he whispered against her lips. "Just let it be. Don't ruin it for yourself."

After some more time of just kissing, he started to leave.

It was very reluctant, but it was important. They didn't talk about it, they didn't stop to think just how the dynamic had changed.

They just let it be.

♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬

That night, his phone let out a loud ringtone just as he had started to lull into sleep.

He picked it up, his eyes groggy. At first he didn't really understand the message, but when his mind finally processed it, his blood went cold.

No. No. Not again.

The numbers on the screen were the same as last time.

91221.

He flew out of bed and put on his shirt, running to the door as he tried to call Sujin.

He wasn't going to lose her again.

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!! Thanks for reading 💙💙💙

#twinkling watermelon fanfiction #twinkling watermelon #kang hyunyul #kdrama fanfic #fanfic writing #fan fiction #fanfiction

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katyspersonal · 1 year ago

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Bloodborne WLW ships stuff

Me and @brainhyperfixed touched the topic of how there aren't enough wlw ships around (there are like, 2-3) and then I mentioned I see many of them (because my two braincells somehow contain every single loreless gremlin at once).. They wanted to hear out my ideas but since it is A List I wanted to put them in a separate post 🤔

Just some ships besides the "obvious" ones; Mariadeline (self-explanatory), female hunter x female character (it can be very individual!), Ariadella (heavily controvercial classic, same as Aflred x Crow) and Yurimposter (that's what I call... well, Yurie x Imposter Iosefka, since we don't know imposter's real name...)

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Eileen x Doll (Dolleen??): Eileen is the only character in 'outside' world that mentions the Doll, seems like she left an impact on her! Hard to tell whether Doll felt anything back since she seems to care about all dreaming hunters equally and it is implied Doll feels her first (1st) genuine emotion after holding Small Hair Ornament, but it is all speculation that is not THAT restricting... Like I love to say:

Adeline x Doll (Adolline): I guess it is more AU/speculation stuff, imagine them meeting however you like! I am particular on Adeline being able to reach Doll and dream after ascending, personally xd They could just vibe on higher plane of thinking. But it also feels like both Maria and Adeline having sort of a chance on happier fate in afterlife? It is broad in interpretation, really!

Eileen x Viola (I am NOT calling it Violeen xd ..okay maybe I do haha): That's just good old idea about Gacoigne and Viola having open relationship or a polycule! Usually little daughter referring to "grandfather" is interpreted as Henryk, but it is not binding, and in many cultures words like 'grandfather', 'auntie' or 'uncle' can be used towards like, just a close friend of family lol. So yeah, Gascoigne x Henryk whereas Viola x Eileen. Or you can make it a cheating if you want dsjfdhs

Adella x Imposter: Not sure about a creative name for this one, but IT CAME TO ME IN A VISION fsjdjdfs Not a joke, actually! I saw it in a dream! Adella is another person that can be sent into the clinic, so I guess it is an alternative turn of events lol. Adella is acknowledged as someone of 'lower' rank in Church:

Me and @val-of-the-north love joking that Adella simps for strong/smart fellow Church members regardless of gender fdjhfds In my dream, Adella basically kept distracting Fauxsefka from her work by switching between coy and clingy, until they were really affectionate. Adella also really liked her hair 🤔 The mental image seriously got stuck in my mind fdhfdhs But what I am saying is, it feels not as random as what I first thought!

Adella x Iosefka (Iosella): See previous ship, but this time there is no need to twist events to have Adella be safe xd They could just be sitting on operation table and K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Adella x Henriett (Henriella?): Henriett is implied to have been a Church hunter previously, since she has Church weapons yet a drip of a common hunter and is a summon against Church-related bosses! These two could be bitter EXes but were a thing before, or they might be in the love/hate strain after Henriett's "betrayal"!

Henriett x Iosefka (Henriosefka??): See previous ship, but I'd imagine Iosefka being far less bitter, if at all. She is a white Doctor, she sure knows that Healing Church's is very shady and full of dirty secrets! Not to mention her research to free the healing blood from... well, blood:

I like to think they're both redpilled, but Iosefka sees herself more useful staying in Healing Church and doing what she can "against" it in secrecy.

Henriett x Amelia: I am not sure what this ship is called, because actually I've seen it enough times? But I don't know the name! I assume Ameliett? Usual context is the two being close even if Henriett walks her own Hunter way from now on, and Henriett having agreement with Emilia to slay her if/when she becomes a beast! A promice, even.

Yurie x Rom (Yurom, or Vacurie xd): Since Julie is known as 'the last scholar', she could've been one of the original ones! Why she hasn't aged a single day is up to interpretation. But her purpose as a hostile NPC boils down to not letting us reach Willem... and/or Rom. Willem encourages us to hunt Rom, so seems like Julie does NOT want us to hurt her, ritual or not. She really could simply care about her and protect her even after ascension!

Rom x Ebrietas (Spiderietas): The petrified spider Ebrietas is weeping could be Rom's mortal body, especially considered it's 12 large legs and Rom having 12 large holes above her smaller legs... And Ebrietas' lyrics mention Mensis Ritual:

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(If you never angered anyone to the point of them mentioning you in a song, what WERE you even doing with your life? xd)

Their bond is speculative, and considering running theme of Great One yearning for a surrogate child Rom could've been exactly that! But we also don't know! Besides, Ebby is a 'special' Great One who is a half human (is adult version of celestial larvae)... It could be love!

Maria x Rom (Romaria): I wrote Adeline and Rom being very similar, so in my headcanons Rom is Maria's type of a girl! But also, Maria and Rom have many parallels (elaborated in this ( x ) post)! They protect fucked up secrets even after death and their teacher is now some guy in a chair fsdhfhsd It can be a ship similar to Mariadeline, but without the same touch of guilt from Maria's side.

Black Church hunter x White Church hunter (nightmaresearch): Did you guys know that.... both of the ladies that kick your ass when you enter cathedral that leads you in Research Hall do not have names ;-; I feel like this seriously robbed the fandom off more ships involving them since they can't even be referred to properly! But they are a perfect dynamic of a smart, arcane-attuned woman and her bodyguard. Take Forgotten Madman and his escort but make it lesbian instead, you see?

Maria x White Church hunter (Knightmare? lol): They could've been close since Maria used to be a caretaker in the Research Hall! The white church lady is not as simple as just another 'nun', since she is praying at the secret Surgery altair and not at the facade 'normal' altair, as well as shoots Blacksky Eye projectiles! And, well:

She was one of the doctors! If not THE doctor (maybe Laurence was REALLY busy with blood instead of eyes!). Depending on how aligned you make Maria with the Healing Church, maybe she was close with this "coworker". We know that Maria dreaded the hunt, but maybe she had faith in the research, rather than feeling like a trapped person there. She did give Adeline a key to go play with other arcane-attuned patients at Lumenweed garden after all!

Maria x Annalise (Mariannalise): Another controvercial classic! It is not very popular for obvious reasons and I am not fond of the ship myself, but some people enjoy it for the potential of exploring really fucked up dynamics. (Some people also think being just collateral relatives is not a big deal in this historical context..)

Maria x Gratia (idk... Maratia? how do you mix these...?): Gratia is wearing Old Hunters set, but with a cap instead of their wide cap and without a glove on her left arm! They were old hunters together! This ship is doomed, of course, since Gratia is found dead in underground jail of the Healing Church. But maybe they were close for some time. And maybe Gratia lost her sanity rather than was caught as "heretic" of the Church. There is a room for this ship, even if not a huge one! I like how they are both very tall and strong women, but Gratia is a brute and Maria is soooo elegant x) They're similar but also not!

Eileen x Henriett (Henrileen): I largely base it on the headcanon that 1) Eileen survives after the night, just retires from the hunt and 2) Henriett was familiar with Gascoigne's family same as Eileen, since both and Gascoine detracted from the Church! They could get together afterwards. Maybe even adopt the little girls (they survive in the scenario where Hunter doesn't try to "help" them because I said so </3).

Viola x Henriett (Henriola): Similar explanation for Eileen x Viola, just different character!

Fauxsefka x Iosefka: I don't know what it is called, but I see it sometimes? It is very vague because based on their identical face data, they could be twins... so, that'd be incest :т But they can also be interpreted as just similarly looking people and "devs were lazy", and I've seen a few artists drawing them somewhat different! It is controvercial in either case since Iosefka tries to help the patients and Fauxsefka just """solves""" the beasthood problem by making them Kin (included Iosefka herself), I'd say it is AT LEAST straining.

Yurie x Amelia or Fauxsefka x Amelia: Since School of Mensis yeeted itself into Nightmare and Choir kinda fell apart, these two are the last people from high rank Church echelons left. I've never actually thought much about them, but as (presumably) next most important people in the Healing Church after the vicar themselves, they could be close!

Fauxsefka x Arianna, Maria x Arianna or Fauxsefka x Maria: Again, I didn't give much thought to these (at least not yet lol), but Fauxsefka is strongly implied to descend from Cainhurst herself! (I only mention justification for that headcanon in every second post, I think you all remember the 'moonlight scent', the Cainhurst summon and the trademark Cainhurst potions prepared by Fauxsefka! I headcanon that Arianna was already born in Yharnam, but we can't know ages of these characters or timeline for sure. These characters are not necessarily related, either! I personally think that Maria x Fauxsefka has the most fundament because they both seem to abandon blood antics of their castle and side with the Church's research instead!

Yurie x Arianna (Yurianna): I will just leave this here:

I doodled it so fast that I forgot to de-colorize Arianna's hair, but that ship happened after a doodle request ask for them both! (featuring my former variant of Julie before I finally accepted her canon hair color data :pensive: ) Julie would be actually helpful to Arianna with caring for her eldrich baby, and maybe help to be less terrified of it, haha. They could get close as a result!

Yurie x White church doctor: Haven't come up with a creative or funny name for this ship, but I enjoy it a lot! My headcanons go so far down as that one White Doctor being one of the original Byrgenwerth people!

In my headcanons, her and Julie are sole most 'responcible' and serious scholars in the whole institution! They'd spend a lot of time together as a result. In Research Hall, too.

Fauxsefka x White church doctor: See above, but with different vibe! In my headcanons, Julie is way more interested in experimenting on creatures and chemicals than actual people... But these two absolutely were super passionate doctors :')

Yurie x Adeline (Yurine?): Came to me in a random idea that Micolash kept getting a little too weird towards Adeline (who was too eager and not at all afraid of Deep Sea horrors unlike others), so Julie felt protective and elbowed him, becoming her doctor instead. I mean, not much things can stop Adeline from her eagerness, but they could've formed a similar bond to Mariadeline!

Yurie x Maria: I don't know how to name this ship in such a way that it doesn't simply form a third real name dshfdh But they both are close with very smart but slightly unhinged girls all too fixated on transcending their humanity. Who also don't understand their worth. Who are also fixated on a guy who is a bad influence (Laurence and Micolash). They have so much to talk about! Though Maria ships are all very sad, since no matter who she had proximity with, apparently it never was enough to prevent her from self-isolation and death...

Honorable mentions:

1) Izzy and Caryll have masculine names according to Japanese original script (イジー/Jiří and カレル/Karel), but some people say 'fuck it, regional variant 🙏', and also he/him or they/them lesbians, or GNC women easily could pick masculine names! So, Karel could have good ship with Rom, especially under assumption that they both were way more in touch with Willem's ideas and were nerds together. Or maybe Karel x Yurie! At the same time, consider Jiří x Maria or Jiří x Gratia!

2) I've listed pairings, but these characters can always make poly ships, remember that!

3) I haven't found a sapphic ship personally for Dores, but Dores is a feminine name, and in original script Dores is not a 'he'! There is no gender, actually:

Error appeared from translators referring to Dores and not their mask! But yes, this can be female character, who can also be shipped with any woman from Byrgenwerth, or from Old Hunters!

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Okay that's all..... for now fsdhdfs I tried to focus on the context and explanation, and not dive into my vision of characters' personalities or else I'd be here all day. That was interesting to revisit! Again, obviously I do not ship all of these, and some even really contradict my headcanons; this is the post of IDEAS!

#bloodborne #shipping #multi character post #bloodborne headcanons #use later #damn I expected much more text #looks like I am finally learning to compress the amount of my text haha!! good #some people just don't know how to say more with less... I am one of them

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zirawrites · 2 years ago

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How would the companions react to a sole getting injured out in the wastes somehow and losing a limb? (Love your work btw!)

Cait: Cait let out a string of profanities as she watched Sole’s arm sever from its socket. Before Sole could even register what happened, Cait turned her panic on the Super Mutant that hacked it off with one clean shot to its head. She single-handedly (no pun intended) carried Sole back to Sanctuary to be patched up, cursing aloud the whole trip. When Sole recovered, Cait was shaken by both anger and relief. “How the hell do you expect to defend yourself now?” Cait took a deep, grounding breath. “That was fucking stupid of you to get so close to a Super Mutant. But I’m glad your alive to continue your stupidity.”

Codsworth: Codsworth shouted Sole’s name so loudly that his voice modulator cracked. He was on them in seconds to administer a stimpack and place his robotic hands over their wound. Sole eventually needed to learn to function without their dominant arm. Codsworth was always there to encourage their progress and lend a cheeky joke. “Need another hand, sir/mum? I do have three!”

Curie: Curie was well-prepared for nearly every injury that could occur in the Wastes. As soon as Sole fell in one direction and their leg toppled in the other, she was quick to stanch the bleeding and radio for help. Even when Sole was on the operating table, Curie instructed the doctors and passed medical supplies. Once Sole was out of surgery, Curie began scavenging for durable crutches and researching the best ways for them to regain their strength.

Danse: Sole’s accident wasn’t the first Danse had witnessed, but it definitely hurt the most. After the briefest second of stunned shock, Danse leaped into action. He tied a tourniquet around Sole’s wound and hoisted them into his arms. It took mere minutes for him to reach the nearest base where he barked orders at the recruits and shoved Sole into a doctor’s hands. His quick work saved Sole’s life. When Sole eventually awoke, Danse already had a recovery plan for them written down; numbered instructions and all. “It’ll take more than that to bring a Brotherhood soldier down,” Danse encouraged. “You rest. Let me do the heavy lifting for awhile.”

Deacon: Both Deacon and Sole were blown back against the wall, but it was Sole whose arm got pinned to the cement from an errant shard of metal. “Shit, Sole.” Deacon sucked in sharp air through his teeth as he assessed the damage. Sole feebly pawed at the metal, and Deacon gently pulled their hand away. “Don’t move, partner. I’ll get help.” Deacon made it back to HQ in record time and practically dragged Carrington by his thinning hair to where Sole was trapped. The two men were able to free Sole and patch their wound, but Sole did lose their arm. Deacon, who usually had a joke for everything, was respectful and somber about Sole’s accident. “This doesn’t change a thing,” he assured. “You’re still a force to be reckoned with as far as the Institute’s concerned.”

Hancock: “Oh fuck.” The curse punched out of Hancock’s throat as he watched Sole’s limb rip from its socket; trapped inside a generator they were fixing for a settlement. Sole’s savage screaming ripped Hancock from his stupor, and he fell to his knees to wrap his jacket around what was left of Sole’s limb. “GET A DOCTOR!” he screamed, voice commanding but eyes glassy with tears. He stayed for Sole’s surgery, and of course offered them a place to rest in Goodneighbor. “You look badass,” he said whenever Sole seemed distraught. “Lets get you your own signature coat. I think your confidence will improve tenfold.”

MacCready: MacCready wasn’t the most stoic man in the Commonwealth, but he knew panicking would only make things worse. As soon as Sole dropped to the floor in the opposite direction of their arm, he delivered a swift headshot to the raider that hurt them and used his duster to staunch Sole’s bleeding. He then used all of his wiry strength to throw Sole over his shoulder and run to the nearest settlement. But as soon as the doctor took Sole into the clinic, he burst into tears as he explained how much Sole meant to him. Once Sole was out of surgery, the first thing they saw was his face against the side of their bed. He had fallen asleep watching them from a chair.

Preston: Preston was quick to shout orders and direct the Minutemen to holding Sole together long enough to get to the Castle. Once Sole was laid on a table and several doctors started tying a tourniquet around their limb, Preston took their trembling hand in his own larger, firmer one. “Hang in there, General. We’re doing everything we can. Just focus on staying awake.” In the weeks that followed Sole’s injury, Preston helped them regain their strength. And morale, of course. He constantly tried to take Sole’s mind off the accident with a quick stop into settlements or cold beer at the end of a long day.

Piper: “Blue, hey! Stay with me!” Piper followed the men carrying Sole from the rubble. When she noticed Sole was missing a leg, she covered her mouth to keep down both bile and a scream. Then, afraid she’d scare Sole more, Piper took Sole’s hand and squeezed. “You’re okay, Blue. It’s all gonna be okay.” Piper researched mobility aids and alternate forms of combat while Sole rested. She didn’t want her friend to be at any disadvantage. When Sole was back to saving the world again, she made sure to write a harrowing feature story about Sole’s recovery.

Nick: Nick knew basic first aid, but he certainly didn’t have enough medical knowledge to help Sole when half their arm was blown off. He tied his coat around what was left of their limb and kept them conscious as he used their radio to call for help in Diamond City. Then he counted Sole lucky they’d made so many connections in a settlement notorious for a lack of fucks given towards outsiders. While Sole was recovering, Nick gave them a job at his agency. It was to keep them feeling helpful while safe from the dangers of the Commonwealth while they healed.

X6-88: “Sir/ma’am, no!” X6 was too late; Sole looked up at them with a look of pure, unadulterated terror as they clutched what was left of their arm. X6 had one job, and he’d failed spectacularly. He immediately transported them to the Institute where dozens of doctors descended upon them both. When Sole eventually returned from surgery, X6 had never felt worse about himself as a protector and companion. “I understand if you want a new courser assigned to you. It’s my fault this even happened. I should have been more observant.” Sole assured X6 that accidents happen; even when it came to the Institute. He internally disagreed, but was glad Sole still wanted him around.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #i wrote the last three on sleeping pills i hope they're legible #thank u for the compliment anon!!#nick valentine #X688 #fallout 4 piper #fallout 4 preston #maccready #hancock #fallout 4 deacon #fallout 4 cait #codsworth #fallout 4 curie #danse

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gutwrenchflowerbomb · 8 months ago

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This post is just me sort of rambling about the thoughts surrounding my new job so feel free to scroll past.

New workspace. This machine was installed a few weeks ago and a few of use were trained in it but I am the primary operator. They haven’t installed my work table yet so I’ve been using that cart. I’m two months into the drastic change in careers and it’s been strange - not just the obvious difference in what I’m actually doing but the shift as well. I don’t have weird start and ends times that change daily. But my set shift begins at 5am, meaning that I’m waking up at 3:30am. That’s the middle of the witching hour. I keep expecting to sit up and see some kind of demon ghost thing looking shocked like “the fuck you doing awake?”

But I’m less stressed, I think. I miss my clients dearly but now I no longer have to be responsible for the lives of 12 people. I can actually focus on myself. And the fact that I can do this job while wearing headphones has allowed me to catch up on podcasts and shit I’d long abandoned due to lack of time/energy. I’ve even made it a goal to listen to at least one new album a day from an artist I like but only know a song or two. I have 10 hours a day to fill so it’s not that hard to do. (I’m open to suggestions btw so if you have a fav band/album you think more people should hear, let me know! I don’t really *hate* any genre, except 90% of the new bro country shit)

My medical insurance kicks in on July 1st, so I can finally go to the doctor and dentist. They’ve had some overtime available that I’ve taken advantage of, and will continue to do so as long as it’s there. Mostly because I need all the money I can get and also - I don’t mind the work. It feels good to be physically doing stuff. I��m not like, building houses or anything but there I’m for sure getting more movement than I was previously. The ONLY downside so far of this job is that it’s very hard to regulate the temperature. I’ve had to buy my own fan to bring in and honestly I’m about to get a second one so I can have it blowing on my from both sides. Ya girl STAYS hot.

I’ve been staying with my mom and it’s been rough. We don’t have the most loving relationship, she gets on my goddamn nerves but I try not to get to frustrated with her because it will only make things worse. Maybe one day I’ll write some essays about it, as my upbringing with her was anything but “normal” but I digress.

The most challenging thing has been the lack of *silence* in the house. Before, I had my roommates. Ut they were hardly home when I was and then they had their room upstairs. We never really got in each others space. Here, that’s not possible. I’m literally sleeping on a twin bed that’s been set up in the dining room since it’s a tiny 750sq ft one bedroom house. And my mom nor Mo work, so they NEVER LEAVE. And neither of them have much variety in the food they eat so I’ve had to adapt to eating much of the same bland poor southern shit I grew up with. Which is good occasionally but man. I can’t wait to have my own kitchen again and cook some Indian food. Or Mediterranean.

My goal is to have my own place by the first of August. Thats plenty of time to have the money for the first few months plus deposit. The biggest issue is not knowing what’s gonna be on the market. Rent, while not nearly as high as places like Chicago and Austin and huge cities like that, it’s still unreasonable for a single income person. Especially when that income is just under 40k a year, pre tax.

Anyway, my hope is that once I get moved into my own place I can finally have the energy and focus to do more creative shit. I have TONS of ideas written down but with no space to do any of them, it’s been depressing. I’ve got buttons and magnets and silly shit all in my big ass head. And not all of it is wrestling related.

Alright I’m gonna stop now. But yeah if anyone read all this I apologize haha. It’s not my usual shit of making jokes about AEW and posting too many pics of Chuck Taylor and Orange Cassidy.

#personal #about me #work stuff

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kuwdora · 2 years ago

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Coin Operated Boy is now complete! Only took me an extra 2 months to finish because my life got turned inside out. Puppet Jaskier has had a no good, terrible, very bad day. But now he has a good one with Shani on stage! And receives the long awaited help to become human again. This whumpy serious crack of my heart. ❤️

Chapter 4 features Shani and Jaskier performing at the Oxenfurt medical student comedy show. Herein lies bad jokes, increasingly gross humor, and more!

"Knock-knock,” Jaskier said. A few people called back who’s there in varying levels of drunkenness.

“Who’s there?” Shani asked.

“A medical student who has been up all night studying for their test on kidney stones,” Jaskier said.

Shani cleared her throat. “A medical student up all night studying for their test on kidney stones…who?”

The girls in the front giggled and several of the students at the bar also clapped.

Jaskier shrugged at the audience. “I might as well start drinking now because tests on kidney stones are the hardest to pass.”

The majority of the tavern groaned in unison, but there was enough scattered applause and drunken giggles that Jaskier could work with. Shani also groaned.

“If you’re so much better at knock-knock jokes, why don’t you tell me one?” Jaskier asked, waving a little hand indignantly.

“Knock-knock,” Shani said firmly, projecting her voice. The tremble was barely there anymore. That was a good sign.

“Who’s there?” Jaskier and the audience asked together.

“A necromancer,” Shani said.

“A necromancer who?”

“A necromancer you can pay to raise your failing grade,” Shani said.

Some students laughed, others groaned. A mixed reaction was better than silence.

“Speaking of which… what do you get when you cross a medical student and necromancer?” Jaskier asked the audience.

A student burped riotously and Shani waited half a minute for the jeering giggles and cross-chatter died down enough for the punchline.

“A cross between a medical student and a necromancer? That’s just a doctor whose license has expired,” Shani said.

The students laughed and clapped. Shani continued to fidget on the barstool, but the applause seemed to bolster her confidence because she also laughed–a genuine one that would have made Jaskier grin if his face wasn’t made of wood. He let himself ride the wave of cheer.

“I once knew a healer who dabbled in the necromantic arts,” Jaskier said. He scratched his puppet chin thoughtfully and gazed around the tavern. “He was the cousin of Valdo Marx, actually. Don’t tell anyone, but it turns out Valdo died in 1252 from an untreated case of syphilis and his cousin used his dark magic whammy on him.” Jaskier mimed the typical mage gestures for emphasis.

And sure enough a few more students leaned forward in their chairs, listening raptly.

“This cousin brought ol’ Valdo right back from the dead. You didn’t hear it from me, but the only thing keeping that deflated excuse of a bard on his feet is that string of pubic hair trying to escape his lip. His cousin had infused the mustache with enough Chaos to keep him upright. Tear it off and Valdo will crumble like a concertina right there.” Jaskier mimed crashing onto the stage where he would enjoy Valdo’s public and humiliating death.

The tavern roared with jeers and laughter, and several people pounded their drinks on the table.

Okay, maybe Jaskier went off script a little too much but gods, the laughter made Jaskier feel almost normal again.

Why didn’t anyone laugh at his jokes when he said basically the same joke when he was a man?

fic on ao3

#puppetskier has been such a fun time #shani and jaskier are a great duo #really leaning into the body horror and body humor here. and puns. and also Jaskier gets to feel like his old self for a little while #jaskier #my fic #my witcher fic #the witcher netflix #twn #puppetskier #a bard's hiatus in oxenfurt

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fiercefauna · 2 years ago

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Here is part 4 of that old 049 thing I had. Part 3 got a lot of likes so I'm posting another one - the others can be found below. Thank you for liking.

What the Doctor saw was - himself? It was smaller, no more than the height of his palm. It sought cover in the barren cage babbling incoherently. He guessed they had wanted him to have a good look at the creature but providing it with only a felt carpet and no further shelter seemed cruel. “An egg was found in a potted plant in the security lounge” said the speaker. “That is what hatched.” The Doctor moved the lavender aside and glared at his reflection in the tinted glass. “Just what are you implying?” The disguised voice was quick to start making assumptions “How did you get that into the security lounge? The cameras were all operational and it seems you never left your cell.” 049 rubbed his temples for a good few minutes. “Not to tell you how to do your job friend, but something clearly absconded from you’re devil’s menagerie.” “Don’t you think there’s a more obvious explanation?” “You mean did I make that? Wouldn’t I have needed to at least mate with something first?” “Did you?”

049 struck the table, causing the little doppelganger in the cage to stumble and fall. He had no ill will toward the thing but this situation was ridiculous. “Do not accuse me of bestiality. That was sarcasm, Sir.” “Are other SCP’s beasts to you?” “Other SCP, You know I’ve been meaning to change that designation. Being mislabeled makes my research so much more difficult.”

“We are getting off topic 049, it’s not an uncommon human behavior, and you say you’re human.” “What behavior?” “I know you know what we are talking about.” “Who would do something like that with eyes on every wall?” “The cameras bother you?” “A Doctor’s work should be recorded!” There was a long pause from the persons behind the darkened glass behind the lavender. 049 suspected he was being made the subject of a joke.

#scp 049 #scp foundation #049 #scp

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gerogerigaogaigar · 2 years ago

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Curtis Mayfield - Curtis

The sprawling funk/soul explorations of Curtis Mayfield display a masterful talent for bombastic arrangements and biting political commentary. The calls for unity are par for the course when it comes to 70s funk, but rather than the both sides-ism of Sly And The Family Stone, Mayfield would like to remind us that we're all gonna fucking die if we don't work together. As for the music, the lush horns, frenetic percussion, frequent harp parts, and aspects of psychedelia make for an incredibly unique album, especially for it's time.

The Byrds - Sweetheart Of The Rodeo

Gram Parsons wanted country rock to be a thing so bad. He was willing to completely overhaul half the personnel of his band and tank their careers just so he could have his country album. Sweetheart Of The Rodeo has been severely vindicated by history considering how big of a genre country rock wound up being in the 70s and all the conservatives who got mad that long haired hippies were ruining their music can suck it. The album consists almost entirely of covers including artists like The Louvin Brothers, Merle Haggard, and Woody Guthrie. It feels very authentic. Acoustic guitar, fiddle, pedal steel, and honky tonk piano abound as Parsons croons over some decidedly non hippie country songs. It's clear they're being a little cheeky when they do The Louvin Brothers' song The Christian Life after all.

Gang Of Four - Entertainment!

What's better than angular, funky, post punk? Angular, funk, Communist post punk obviously! Frustrations about commodity fetishism make up like half of this albums lyrical content. But beyond just the politics the music is also revolutionary. The jittery guitars are matched by punchy drums and staccato singing. It's disorienting, it's angry, it's hugely influential. Come join the proletariat dance party.

Velvet Underground - White Light/White Heat

This album is completely feral. Half the songs are about people dying horrifically and there's a seventeen minute jam describing an orgy. No joke for real content warning ⚠️ this album features a very stark and realistic portrayal of how trans people were treated back in the 60s. We have to talk about Lady Godiva's Operation. It's a song about a transgender woman dying in the operating table due to a botched lobotomy. It's brutal and has always been one of the only songs that really scares me. The song's attitude is intensely sympathetic to it's subject, the only hint of Lady Godiva's trans status is one line were a doctor misgenders her and the fact that she was going in for a lobotomy at all (by the 60s they were mainly reserved for gay men and trans women). The humanity of the character in the first half of the song versus the indifference of the doctors in the latter half is an incredibly succinct condemnation of how society treated queer people at the time. ⚠️ Ok content warning over y'all can open your eyes again. Putting the subject matter aside White Light/White Heat is musically unhinged. The guitars are so scrungy and fuzzed out that it can be hard to understand what's going on. Songs like Here She Comes Now and the title track are basically 50s rock and roll with the most fucked up guitars imaginable. The Gift, Lady Godiva's Operation, and Sister Ray are weird droning things with mostly spoken word lyrics. And the guitar solos on Sister Ray are beyond punk and more like noise rock or even just noise. This album is not for everyone, hell it might not be for anyone, but I really like it. I have a soft spot for weird anomalies.

Mary J. Blige - What's The 411?

I'm usually pretty harsh on lengthy 90s R&B fuck jams, but this album is really good at being that thing. 92 was probably the exact time for a funky Hip hop influenced R&B album to be really good by my standards specifically. The beats, produced by Puff Daddy, are very reminiscent of late 80s style hip hop and the vocals are spaced out, very echoey. They combine nicely to create an effect where the vocals encompass you while the beats hit you in the face. A lot of the songs structure are more focused on layering vocals to create a sound more similar to P-Funk than soul, it stops the longer tracks from being boring since they need the four to five minutes length to explore those layers.

Kacey Musgraves - The Golden Hour

Unbelievably boring. I don't care at all about this album. Did you know that Weird Al also has a song called Velvet Elvis? It's basically the exact same song but it's a joke and it came out in the 80s.

#500 album gauntlet #curtis mayfield #the byrds #gang of four #velvet underground #mary j blige #kacey musgraves

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