#eye doctor wellington

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Wellington Eye Doctor Award for 20Twenty Eyecare

Wellington Eye Doctor Award

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@unclejackworthing

It was Arthur's fault for getting too comfortable. Jack was in the kitchen trying to figure something out while Arthur waited in the living room. Jack was only a room away. He got too comfortable.

When the knock on the door came, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He was in no state to entertain company. He was wearing someone else's pajamas and covered in bruises after his last encounter. But when he he hesitated too long, he heard a voice through the door:

"You'll want to cooperate, of course. It's a matter of your health." Arthur looked through the window and made direct eye contact with a doctor. Another one was behind him, difficult to mistake when they were dressed almost identically in the same odd fashion sense common among Wellington Wells' medical community.

Arthur's heart sunk, but he put on the best smile he could and opened the door. He tried to keep his body mostly behind it. "Gentlemen! Lovely day for it! Now what's all this about a medical emergency?"

"Yes, well, you'll forgive the intrusion, but my colleague and I happened to be wandering along when caught your scent through the window. It's ajar."

Arthur looked at it again. Indeed it was. Why did every little thing have to go wrong? The doctor pushed past Arthur into the living room, then turned to face him, so Arthur had a doctor on both sides.

"And, when we'd sniffed you out, then we couldn't help but notice that peculiar pungency telltale of one off their Joy." The doctor smiled, his creepy little mustache curving up at the edges. "So of course we both agreed it was our medical duty to come remedy the situation."

"Oh, dear!" It wasn't difficult to look horrified. It was harder to to look like he had nothing to hide. "Silly me! Has it been that long since I've popped a Joy? I'll take one straight away. I'm so thankful to you for warning me, Doctor." Arthur kept turning between the doctors, unsure which one to face. "And, uh, Doctor. Jolly decent of you."

"Yes, we'll administer a dose presently." The doctor leaned close, peering at Arthur with one fish eye. The one behind Arthur--he was getting them mixed up now--took a noisy sniff of Arthur's neck. "Are you certain you don't need more extreme medical intervention, sir? You do seem to be rather beat up."

"Oh, not at all! That's why I'm at home in my pajamas, you see. Silly me, I tripped down the stairs and the doctor put me on strict bed rest until I've healed up."

If only smiling hard enough would make them believe him. His cheeks were starting to hurt. "I've been going crazy here at home instead of at work. I'm sure the Joy will help with that." Arthur tried to step out from between the duo. "I'll just step away and go take care of that right now. I shouldn't waste another minute."

The doctor behind Arthur grabbed his upper arm and wrenched him back in place. "You'll forgive us for wanting to take you back to the office just to be sure. It is a matter of your health, after all. You can't be too careful."

"Oh, pish-posh!" said Arthur desperately. "I'm as healthy as a horse. Just some light bruising."

"I think that's for a qualified medical professional to to decide, don't you think?" The doctor in front of Arthur produced a rather large syringe as the one behind him held Arthur's arms. "But first there is the matter of your Joy. I think you'll be much more agreeable once the proper dosage is applied.

The doctor came in close and tilted Arthur's head up to expose his neck. He ran a finger along the vein he chose and then stabbed the needle into Arthur's skin, fully compressing the plunger and emptying the pink liquid into Arthur's bloodstream.

"Shit," said Arthur. His legs had suddenly stopped working correctly. He collapsed into the doctor's arms. Too much Joy.

[bitchinbarzal]

Everything Was Perfect | Hey There Delilah

Matthew had planned everything down to the smallest detail.

Their anniversary was supposed to be perfect.

The kids were with the Wolls for the night, already settled in for movies and probably way too many snacks. Joseph had sent a picture earlier of Dallas curled up on the couch, Miro and Hadley sprawled across Cora’s lap, all three of them looking cozy and happy.

With the kids taken care of, he could focus on Delilah.

He had booked their favorite restaurant weeks ago. The one with the candlelit tables, the deep red wine Delilah always raved about, the dessert she never admitted she wanted until he ordered it for her. He had taken the time to pick out the perfect gift—something meaningful, something that would make her eyes shine the way they had when they first got married.

All she had to do was show up.

But she was late.

Matthew checked his watch. Twenty-five minutes.

He pulled out his phone, clicking her contact. The call rang. And rang. And rang. Then went to voicemail.

He clenched his jaw, exhaling through his nose. He tried not to be annoyed, but she knew how much tonight meant.

He texted: Where are you?

No response.

Another ten minutes passed. The candle on their table flickered. His untouched whiskey sat sweating against the linen tablecloth. He stared at his phone, watching as the minutes crawled forward.

She was supposed to meet him straight from a client meeting, but even if the meeting ran late, she should’ve answered by now.

Something felt off.

His stomach twisted as he called again.

And this time, someone answered.

But it wasn’t Delilah.

“Hello?” The voice was male, hesitant.

Matthew frowned. “Uh—who is this?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I—I found this phone on the road.”

Matthew’s grip on the phone tightened. “What?”

“It was just—lying there. The screen’s cracked. There’s glass all over—” The stranger cleared his throat. “There was an accident.”

The words slammed into him like a punch to the gut.

Matthew pushed back his chair, already standing. “What kind of accident?”

“A—car accident. Bad one.” The man’s voice wavered. “They just took a woman away in an ambulance. I don’t know—” He paused, then said quietly, “It didn’t look good.”

Matthew’s world narrowed to two things: his pounding heart and the phone clutched in his hand.

“Where?” His voice was rough, barely recognizable.

“Corner of Bay and Wellington, I think? They—uh, I think they took her to General.”

Matthew barely heard the rest.

He was already moving, shoving his phone into his pocket as he pushed through the restaurant. His hands were shaking as he flagged down a cab, voice clipped as he barked out the hospital’s name.

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be happening.

Delilah was supposed to be here. She was supposed to walk through the doors in that sleek black dress he loved, the one that made her roll her eyes when he got too handsy. She was supposed to laugh at how much he had planned, tease him about being a hopeless romantic. She was supposed to sit across from him, warm and safe.

But she wasn’t.

She was in the back of an ambulance.

Or worse.

Matthew gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into his knees as the cab sped toward the hospital.

He refused to think about worse.

The emergency room was a blur of bright lights and frantic energy.

Matthew nearly slammed into the front desk, his pulse roaring in his ears. “My wife,” he choked out. “Delilah Knies. Car accident. Where is she?”

The nurse behind the counter looked startled. “Sir—”

“Where is she?” he demanded.

She hesitated, eyes flicking to the monitor in front of her. “Let me check—”

A voice called from behind him. “Sir, are you family?”

Matthew whirled around, his breath stalling as he took in the man in scrubs. A doctor.

His heart hammered against his ribs. “Yes,” he said. “I’m her husband.”

The doctor’s face was unreadable, a mask of professionalism.

Matthew’s stomach dropped.

“Mr. Knies,” the doctor started, voice carefully controlled. “We need to talk about your wife’s condition.”

The edges of Matthew’s vision blurred. “Is she—” He swallowed hard. “Is she okay?”

The doctor hesitated.

And that pause—that single beat of silence—told Matthew everything.

“It’s not looking good, i’ll be honest”

[blueshistorysims]

February 13th, 1924, London, England

Multiple friends had wanted to throw a large birthday party, but Byron had refused. 29 wasn’t a special age, and in truth, he did not want another reminder that he was entering the last of his twenties. Instead, he selected a restaurant he knew Montgomery would complain about and invited the Misses Balass and Patel for additional company.

“I am unsure if Samira will come,” Byron mused over a glass of wine. “When I telegrammed her last, she was still in India and said she would not return until the middle of the month.”

Montgomery frowned. “I hope yer wrong.”

“You like her then?”

He nodded. 

Eleroa sighed. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but she won’t be in England until the end of the month. She wants to spend some time with a cousin in Hungary.”

As they ate, a new dilemma reached the back of Byron’s mind: Who was he going home with? Perhaps it was a selfish desire, but he thought he was allowed to feel as such. It was his birthday, after all. 

“Does yer father know that ya eat pork?” Montgomery asked Eleora, eyeing the Beef Wellington on her plate. 

“Do your socialist and communist friends know you spend most of your free time with a duke?”

Byron snorted. 

The Scot pushed up his glasses and stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to clean me glasses.”

“Is that just a polite way to say you need to use the loo?”

He blushed but did not answer, walking away.

Eleora shook her head, turning her head back to Byron. “I’ve been trying to get into that doctor’s trousers ever since my family began to see him.”

If he had been drinking, he was sure he would have choked. “Eleora!”

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t think him handsome. At first, I thought he was still in mourning over his wife, but now, I think he unfortunately must have some moral qualms about sleeping with patients. Or he’s fearful of my father. Likely both.”

“He is you and your father’s doctor. It’s a place of power that can be abused easily.”

“That makes it more fun,” She laughed, leaning forward. “You’re much closer than widowed in-laws I think would be. Is there something else? I certainly wouldn’t blame you.”

If it were anyone else, Byron would have froze with fear and adamantly denied it. “I can never understand how you read me so well.”

She shrugged. “I have intuition. …Actually, I saw you two kissing rather passionately at the last party we went to.”

“I see. Perhaps I should have said something prior.”

“It’s alright. You’re the not only one who enjoys the company of the same sex.” Eleora lowered her voice. “Samira and I sometimes lay together. She prefers women, so her current infatuation with Montgomery has been most amusing to me. And makes me rather jaundiced and want to fuck him more.”

Byron smirked. “Well, he’s very talented with his hands,” he whispered, leaning forward so only she would hear his words, “and his tongue.”

Eleora laughed and playfully pushed him away. “You shouldn’t make me think of that in a public place, Byron.”

“Think of what?” Montgomery asked, returning to the table.

Eleora suddenly sighed and held her hand to her head. “Oh, doctor, I do think I coming down with a most tremendous headache. It is much too loud here.”

The amused look on his face turned into one of concern and professionalism. Gone was Montgomery, and here was Dr. MacGregor. “Yer apartment is not far from here, aye? I’ll make ya specific tea and see what else ya’ve got.”

“I’ll foot the bill,” Byron muttered, wondering what the woman had planned. 

beginning/previous/next

[zavbees]

Eugene "RT" Ridgewell-Turnner

Age: 42

Gender: Male (he/him)

Residence: Health Camp outside Health Institute, St George Holm

Job: Joy Doctor/Sales Personality

Hair color: Blond

Eye color: Dull Green

Height: 6 ft 1

Build: Decent muscle, but still slim

Wardrobe: RT, when out and about, can be seen with a messenger hat, his usual yellow turtleneck, bell bottoms, dress shoes, and a leather jacket.

When in his Doctor gear, he ditches the horrid yellow boots and stuffy dress shirt and tie, opting instead for the turtleneck and dress shoes, keeping the jacket open. As for the glasses, why cover the money maker?

And, of course, he always keeps his Happy Face Mask on. Always.

Traits: Oh You, Hustler, Smooth Talker, Tireless

Likes: Socializing, walks, music (any kind)

Favorite song: World Weary - Noel Coward

Dislikes:Loud noises, sitting still, dull colors, bugs

Backstory:

Before the war, Eugene was a salesman. He grew up in Wellington Wells, helping his family out with their general store. He was the one who would advertise for the store, posting ads on the billboards around town. He had a knack for selling people on products. Other businesses would reach out to him to help sell their products, for a price. Eugene thought nothing of it, since, even if the family business wouldn't be selling as much, he was still bringing in money.

This continued, with him advertising for more places, eventually making commercials for them.

When the first batch of Joy came out, he was one of the main people advertising it. As new batches came out, and Joy became rapidly popular, his ads were put on inbetween Uncle Jack - an easy way to remind people that they can get their hands on bottled happiness for the low low price of nothing.

With the rise of Joy Doctors, he was invited to join, as a way for the people of Wellington Wells, especially the working class, to be more accepting of this new force. The invitation was accepted.

Of course, the number one rule of sales is to know your audience, as well as your product. He was aware of the downsides of Joy - the memory loss, the withdrawals - and he, personally, wanted none of it. He had not been effected the way the rest of the town was by the Very Bad Thing. And he definitely didn't regret his choice of profession, no no he did not. So there was no reason to put himself through the negatives.

Besides, if you can't accept the negatives, how will you know what to leave out in your pitch?

Relationships with:

Arthur:

Deadass doesn't know who he is. At all. They probably would get along somewhat (before he went off Joy), but RT would most likely find him annoying after a while.

Sally:

He is a client of hers, for Sunshine. They... don't really like each other. But business is business.

Ollie:

He knows who Ollie Starkey is, but couldn't care less honestly. If they ever did meet, RT would find him hilarious.

Relationships with other characters:

(Idk man-)

[askunclejack]

Ask Uncle Jack - Season 4 Episode Listing!

Season 4

Meet the Producer

Are You Back?

O.S.

[CHARLIE: JOY]

[CHARLIE: POLITE]

Can I Give You A Hug?

This is MY Show.

Babygirl

[THE EYES]

Anon Bites!

[SOMETHING WATCHES BACK]

Iatrophobia

50 Follower Celebration?

Typewriter

[DOCTOR RECOMMENDATION]

A Relic of the Past

Acting

Belief

Eyes

It's Good To Be Back

Remember the Past?

It's Just the Joy

Foggy Jack

Love Is In The Air (part 1)

Love Is In The Air (part 2)

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[crashpill]

What if he doesn't come back?

A quiet evening falls upon Wellington Wells as Edie and George have dinner. After they finish eating, Edie diligently does the dishes while George gets ready for his night shift. When George is ready, he returns to the kitchen.

"I'll wish you a good night later, take care, and don't go out. See you in the morning. I love you, Kitten," he says, giving her a final kiss before Edie sees him off to the door.

"Take care, my Puppy," Edie replies, closing and locking the door after he leaves. After finishing the dishes, she prepares for bed in the bathroom, putting on her pajamas and brushing her teeth. When she's done, she turns on the bedroom television, and Uncle Jack's Good Night Show begins, with the second episode of Hansel and Gretel playing. She lies down in bed and falls asleep quickly.

George's shift is relatively quiet until he hears something in a dead-end alley. It's a foggy night, making it difficult to see with his flashlight. He grips his nightstick and cautiously enters the alley.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Show yourself!" he calls out, but there's no response. He continues further, scanning the area. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Suddenly, a rat leaps out from a trash can and runs past George. "Damn vermin!" he exclaims, startled. He retreats to his post and continues his rounds.

A few calm hours pass until he finds himself in the same alley again. This time, he hears something, but he dismisses it, thinking it's another rat. "Not again," he mutters, moving closer and catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure with two red eyes in the fog. He stops, fear creeping in. "Is someone there?"

Naturally, he receives no answer but takes a few more steps. "You'd better not be another rat..." He looks around but finds nothing. Suddenly, a figure appears behind him and laughs.

"I'm afraid you've come to the end of your time." the figure says, startling George. He reaches for his nightstick, but before he can strike, he receives a cut on his arm. "Damn it!" he cries out in pain, dropping his nightstick.

Before George can react, the figure in the fog strikes again, causing George to fall to the ground, screaming. George isn't dead yet; he struggles to defend himself. He manages to grab his nightstick and hits the figure's legs.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching Bobbies can be heard, likely drawn by George's screams. The figure in the fog vanishes as the Bobbies arrive at George's side. They rush to him as he fights for his life, trying to stop the bleeding.

"George! Hang in there, buddy... a doctor will be here soon!" one Bobby says, but George can barely see anymore, mumbling.

"Foggy... Jack... it... was... Foggy... Jack," George stammers before closing his eyes and dying in the arms of the two Bobbies.

Both of them, who tried to keep him alive, remain silent and briefly remove their helmets. "Thank you for your service, George. You were a good comrade."

When the doctor arrives with the third Bobby who fetched him, they pronounce George dead. They take him away and cordon off the alley. The Bobbies continue their night shift.

The Bobby who had spoken with George makes a detour to the Pride residence. He hesitates as he stands before the house, just as the sun rises. He knocks loudly on the door.

Edie is awakened by the knocking and rushes to the door. "ONE MOMENT, PLEASE!" She goes down the stairs, forgetting to put on her Joy mask, and opens the door. She is surprised to see a different Bobby than George.

"Good morning, what can I do for you?" she asks.

The Bobby looks at her with a serious and sad expression. "Miss Pride? I have something to tell you..."

He struggles to deliver the news, knowing how much she loved George. Normally, Bobbies and doctors only say that the deceased are on "holiday."

"I'm sorry to have to tell you, but your husband George passed away during his duty last night..."

Edie can't believe his words, and tears start to flow before she can speak. She hopes it's just a bad dream, but the Bobby's hand on her shoulder makes her realize it's not. She breaks down in tears and collapses into the Bobby's arms. He allows her to cry and comforts her as best he can. It's hard for him not to cry as well, but he tries to remain strong and hands her a Joy. He knows that Edie often forgets to take her Joy, but he doesn't want to burden her with it now.

Several minutes pass, and Edie is still crying in his arms. The television sets in the house turn on, playing Uncle Jack's Good Morning Show.

"Edie... I know this is difficult for you, and I'm here for you. Stay home for now and be with your friends. I'll come back later this afternoon to check on you. George asked me to tell you the truth, even though it's difficult, but I wanted to be the one to tell you. Take care, and George still loves you, and he's always with you," he says before giving her another brief hug.

Edie looks at him with tear-filled eyes and nods. "Thank you... Constable."

With that, she closes the door and collapses to the floor, continuing to cry. She repeats to herself through sobs, "George... I love you... why did this have to happen?"

A few hours pass, and Edie is still sitting on the floor, her tears now dried up. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Edie startles and gets up, wiping away her tears. She remembers to put on her Joy mask before answering the door.

She opens it to find a doctor standing there. "Good day, Miss Pride. I must inform you that Mr. Pride is on leave starting today. After such strenuous work, he's earned it."

Edie knows he's lying, and due to her fear of doctors, she only nods slightly. The doctor sniffs lightly and extends his hand with a Joy pill in it. "I think you should take your Joy, Miss."

Edie silently takes the Joy, but this time, it doesn't seem to have any effect. The doctor doesn't notice and bids her farewell.

Edie is puzzled as to why her Joy isn't working anymore. She knows it should make her feel better, but it doesn't. Panic sets in, and she picks up the phone and dials the number of the Bobby who had been with her earlier that morning. A woman answers, but before Edie can say anything, the Bobby picks up the call.

"Edie? Is that you? Should I come over? Can I bring you something?"

"Please come over... I'm not doing well... I..." Before she can finish her sentence, he interrupts.

"Don't worry, I'll be right there. Give me a few minutes; I'm on my way."

He hangs up and rushes over to Edie's house. Edie hangs up as well and sits on the sofa. She starts to panic, wondering why her Joy isn't working. She's grateful that the Bobby told her the truth.

After a while, there was a knock on her door. She got up and opened it; it was Bobby. He entered and closed the door for their safety. He was doing things for Edie that he shouldn't. They both went to the living room and sat on the sofa.

"What happened, Edie?"

"A doctor came... and told me he's going on vacation now. He gave me my Joy, but... it's not working."

"How? It's not working?"

He was confused, not knowing what else to do. "Do you want one of mine? I know they're not for regular use, but maybe it'll help you."

Edie nodded and took the Blackberry Joy he offered. But she showed no reaction either.

"Damn... I think it's not working for you either."

She panicked and didn't know what to do anymore. Bobby held her and tried to calm her.

"It's okay, Edie. No one will betray you to the doctors. You just need to avoid getting caught by them. Try to calm down for now."

Edie nodded slowly. "Yes, but George... he's gone... forever. I don't know what to do without him. He was... he was my everything."

The Bobby nodded. "I and the other Bobbies are here for you. Whatever happens, we'll help you. We're so sorry it happened to him tonight. He was a good person."

"Why? Why him? ...he didn't do anything to anyone... who was it?"

"We think it was Foggy Jack... he mentioned him, and the crime scene looked almost like the others, just not as severe... but we couldn't catch him, let alone save George... I'm sorry, Edie."

Edie remained strong, as she couldn't cry anymore; she simply stayed silent. After a while, she looked at him. "Can you stay here today? I can't be alone..."

Bobby looked at her and nodded. "Of course, I'm off today anyway, and I told my girl I'd let her know if I stay with you. I was prepared for this."

Edie was so grateful and hugged him. She was thankful that he told her the truth and that he was staying with her.

"Thank you... George would be proud of you for doing all this for me."

"I know how important he was to you. He only spoke good things about you. Plus, I heard you're a good cook?" He tried to lighten the mood. "Maybe I'll get something good from you tonight!"

Edie smiled slightly at his words and nodded. "Of course, whatever you want! We just need to go shopping."

He was glad to see Edie smile briefly. "It's on me today! We'll go shopping together, and then you'll cook us something nice."

Edie nodded. Suddenly, the TV turned on, and Jack with Famous Britons came on in the living room. Edie looked at the TV and rushed to turn it off.

Bobby looked at her in surprise. "Why did you turn it off? You love Jack!"

Edie sat back down with him. "I can't handle it right now... that was his favorite show..."

"Oh, I see. How about we go shopping now?" Bobby and Edie spent the rest of the day shopping for the evening and cooking together. The distraction seemed to help Edie a bit. Fortunately, the day passed quickly.

After dinner, they both sat on the sofa and talked when Edie suddenly fell silent and looked at him.

"Do you think we can secretly make a grave for him somewhere? So I at least have something to go to and talk to him?"

He looked at her and nodded. "We can try. We'll find a place for him. Don't worry about it. Try to get some sleep for now, and tomorrow we'll look for a place, okay?"

Edie nodded and got up. She brought a blanket and pillows for him to sleep on the sofa.

"If you need anything else, help yourself. I'll be upstairs... trying to sleep."

"Alright, Edie. Sleep well, and feel free to come to me if you can't sleep, okay?"

Edie nodded and went upstairs. "Goodnight." She turned on the TV in her room, Uncle Jack with Red Riding Hood part 1 was playing. It took her a while to fall asleep, and she didn't sleep through the night. She was plagued by a nightmare and woke up in a panic. She jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to Bobby, waking him up.

He immediately got up, wrapped her in a blanket, and sat her down next to him, comforting her until she fell asleep. When he noticed that she had fallen asleep after a while, he carefully lifted her and took her to her bed. He put his blanket back on the chair in the room, covered Edie with her blanket, turned off the TV that was still on but showing nothing, and sat in the corner chair in the room. He covered himself and, after a while, fell asleep in the chair.

[super-ion]

Ion & Emily

Honeymoon - part 3

(I can't find the link to part 2, so here's the AO3 link)

With a last furtive glance down the street, I knock on the door. It's a plain little townhouse on a plain little street, very easy to miss.

Actually, it actively tries to be very easy to miss. The only reason my attention doesn't slip right off is because I've been invited here before.

It sounds like magic, and honestly… I'm pretty sure it is… I mean there is super tech that can do that too, like variable perception fields or whatever. I honestly don't know how all that works. I could ask Sarah to explain it, but she's currently suffering a concussion.

Speaking of…

"No…" she hisses into my ear with a slur. "He's going to violate causality at us!"

I suppose I should clarify that she could explain variable perception fields. Magic straight up freaks her out. She's got like three PhDs, advanced physics and stuff. Nothing about Dr. Hands' powers make sense to her.

Before I need to knock again, the door opens and there's Hands, wearing nothing but a fluffy pink bathrobe and a pair of slippers. He's just like this portly guy, gray and balding. He could totally be someone's weird uncle or something.

The fact is he's almost literally older than dirt. Like, I'm pretty sure he was like a mischief deity in Mesopotamia or something. These days, he's a low stakes supervillain and the DM for our ttrpg group.

"Ah!" he says with delight. "Jennifer! I was hoping you and your…"

He pauses and takes in Sarah and me.

"This is not your beautiful wife," he declares.

"Hi Hands!" Sarah says with a weak wave. "I'm rescuing Jen!"

Dr Hands raises a bemused eyebrow.

"It's a long story," I interject. "Can we come in? We need a place to crash and she needs medical attention."

"Ah, well," he says with a welcoming grin. "I'll have you remember that I am a doctor."

"I thought you taught anthropology."

"Hm? Oh, yes. Well… I did serve as a field medic under Wellington during the Peninsular campaign. I do remember a thing or two about it."

Yeah, the great thing about villains is sometimes they just casually drop the fact that they served in the Napoleonic wars and you just gotta roll with it.

He gestures us in and lends a hand getting Sarah settled on a sofa in the sitting room.

Like, literally lends his hands. That's what he does, he conjures disembodied hands. It's one of the creepiest things I've ever seen, and that's saying something for my line of work.

"Will your bride be joining us?" he asks as he gets Sarah settled.

"Uh, yeah," I reply. "She's just cleaning up some… stuff. Listen, can I borrow your shower? I'm kind of gritty from being kidnapped."

He nods enthusiastically, and motions down a very long hallway. Did I mention that the interior of the house is impossibly spacious?

"Seventh door on the right," he says. "I'll keep the light on for her, don't worry."

"Thanks Hands! You're the best!"

He offers a genial bow and I make my way in the direction of the indicated room.

The adrenaline is wearing off and I'm exhausted. I'm worried sick about Emily, but I have no idea how long I'll be able to keep my eyes open. I tentatively reach out with my powers and am rewarded with a spike of pain in my head. That lightning bolt really did a number on me…

Yeah, I'm no good to anybody like this.

Emily can handle this.

She's fine. Totally fine. She used to do this all the time.

I'm worried sick.

I open the designated door and… holy shit.

It's like a whole honeymoon suite, giant bed, satin sheets, so many candles everywhere. Huge glass doors overlook majestic mountains and a lake that glitters in the moonlight.

Yeah, I know, the front door was in Paris and this room is in… the Alps? The Pyrenees?

Magic, remember?

Anyway, the shower is amazing. It's one of those lavishly big walk in things. Absolutely perfect temperature and pressure.

Of course, when I get out, there's a satin night dress and robe waiting for me.

Okay, that sounds creepy. I swear Dr Hands doesn't have a creepy bone in his body… or… well, not like that, at least. He's good people, trust me.

It fits perfectly, accenting my assets and downplaying the dysphoric bits. It's perfect and I finally let my guard down. Ion goes away and Jen takes over.

Jen is worried for her wife - desperately, achingly.

I pace the bedroom a few times, get tired, sit down and fidget for a few moments. Maybe I should just put my head down, rest my eyes for a little bit…

***

"Hey," someone murmurs softly in my ear.

I blink awake and there's the most beautiful woman in the world. Her hair is mussed and sweaty and the costume has a few scorch marks, but otherwise, she's perfectly unharmed.

I throw my arms around her and pull her into a desperate exhausted kiss. She relaxes into me in relief.

I try to drag her closer, but she grunts in protest.

"Babe," she gasps as she breaks the kiss. "I want nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms right now, but I very badly need to change my clothes."

I reluctantly let her go and she draws back, but her eyes linger on the gown.

"That's really fucking hot on you," she says.

There's a flutter in my chest and my face heats.

This woman is my wife. I'm somebody's wife.

God, I love her.

"How about you?" I ask. "You look fantastic."

She cocks a whistful grin and turns to show off her ass.

"Don't get used to it," she says. "Special occasions only… and don't you dare make a habit of getting kidnapped."

I smirk at that.

"Okay," she says reluctantly. "I gotta hand it to Sarah, she did a good job… don't tell her I said that, I'd never hear the end of it."

"Ah…" I say. "Yeah, about Sarah…"

A flicker of concern flashes across her face.

"Is she…?"

"She's fine… probably. She's in good hands."

I pause for a moment. She closes her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh at the pun.

"Soooo… she uh… tried to kiss me," I admit.

Emily raises her eyebrows at that.

"She also told me breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of her life," I continue. "Or maybe breaking up with John and Dale was the biggest. She wasn't really super clear on how it stacked up."

Yeah, I'm rambling a little bit.

Emily sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I wasn't going to tell you," she said, "but she drunk texted me two weeks ago."

She takes me by the shoulders and fixes me with a desperate look.

"Jen. We need to get them back together."

I nod.

No idea how that's going to work given that they're archenemies… and Dale… I'm not super clear on how he fits into their super dynamic.

One thought has been nagging me though since the almost kiss. I chew on my lip and debate saying it.

"Okay, but consider… if we wanted to, you know Sarah would be totally down to… you know…"

"Excuse me?" she deadpans.

I raise my hands disarmingly and make a tiny laugh.

"Kidding! I'm kidding!" I say. "Mostly kidding…"

"Oh my god, you're a menace," she says and drags me into another kiss. "Listen, if you want to scratch that itch, go right ahead. I'm cool with it, but count me out. I do not want to have a threesome with my ex. Who, by the way, if you recall, is your brother's ex and also my brother's ex."

"Okay, fair point," I reply. "So how do we get them back tog-"

"No," she says, placing a finger to my lips. "That's a tomorrow problem. Right now, I am taking a shower and you are going to join me. Then we're going to bed."

A grin spreads across my face and I'm suddenly a lot less tired.

[a-trying-writer]

(original fic, based on an older idea I had for a few years. chemotherapy mentioned.)

He had her cornered. She is weak, unable to move, much less talk. With the pistol in hand, he aimed it at her head, his finger on the trigger.

But he didn't pull it, yet.

"Why you?" he asked.

She looked up at him, eyelids heavy from weariness.

"Why did you have to live?!"

It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. All this time, she wondered why he looked familiar, but she could never put her finger on it, until now. He was her brother.

She took in a deep breath, trying to keep the bile down in her throat. Her entire body felt heavy from the chemicals pumped into her system. It took away all the hair too. Made her feet and hands numb. But she still pushed herself to stand to look directly at the man's eyes. "I never... asked for this..." she replied.

The brother growled as he lunged forward with the gun, to shove it under her throat.

She noticed how he moved his finger away from the trigger. That's too bad, she thought.

"She didn't want to die!"

"No one... of us did... We were kids."

He glared, staring at the sick women he had pinned against the wall. He has her cornered. He was waiting for this!

But why is he so hesitant on taking the life of someone who took his sister's?

Maybe... he just knew who was really to blame. So he let her go, and watched her slide back down onto the ground.

Then he cursed out loud in his primary language, shouting at the people who put the two into this twisted game. He hated the woman. He spent so much time and money to hunt her down. But now, he doesn't even know what to do.

Until a third person stepped in. "I'm surprised that Cassandra isn't dead, Mr Huang."

Lu huffed out a heavy breath before glaring at the man. So many questions ran through his mind, but this isn't the time for it. "You said we need her. But she can't even speak without wanting to throw up!"

"Side effect of chemotherapy." The man shrugged.

"So you used me to get to her."

"Yes, because she was supposed to be my patient, until they took her away."

"Then here she is." Lu waved his hands towards Cassandra.

"Thank you." The man nodded his head, before approaching the woman. "Good afternoon, Miss."

"What time is it...?" she asked, genuinely wondering.

"Twelve fourthy-three p.m."

"I see... Can I sleep then?"

"No. I need you awake to take you to a much safer place. Can you walk?"

"I can't feel my legs."

"Then I will just carry you."

"Right... Who are you?"

"I'm Doctor Trent Wellington."

"Doesn't... sound familiar."

"No, but I know of you, Cassandra. Or rather, Beanie, right?"

If Cassandra could blush, she would from that embarrassing nickname. "That's... what some... call me..."

"You do wear some colorful beanies." The doctor smirked. "But that's neither here nor there. We have to get out as soon as possible." With that said, the doctor wrapped his arms under Cassandra's, and slowly helped her on her feet. "I trust you to protect us, Mr. Huang. You're the only one with the gun after all."

Lu readied the pistol, despite how much he didn't want to agree to this idea. He already felt guilty letting his sister's killer live. "Let's go," he said.

"Good."

[tempest-toss]

SCP 6132, "The Death Doctor"

Item #: SCP-6132

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6132 is to be contained within a reinforced. Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-230. Transportation across site must involve no fewer than two (2) guards or otherwise "anomalous chapereones" of the other SCPs on site.

While displaying cooperative behavior, SCP 6132 has documented history of being prone to fits or rage and delusion. It is paramount that all escorts be prepared to subdue SCP 6132 at any given notice to prevent any incident.

Reports from entitys close to SCP 6132 indicate that it is easily restless when without access to its necessary objects to activate its anomaly. Requests for entertainment such as puzzles are to be granted.

Description: SCP 6132 is a humanoid standing at roughly 1.88 m in height, bearing an attire of that of a plague doctor, akin to that of SCP 049; physical differences are present, such as a greying of fabric and damage to the bird mask with the protection around the righteye gone and the glass of the left cracked as a result of a gunshot. X-rays show that unlike SCP 049, the face mask and cloak are not a part of 6132's body. SCP 6132 has claimed his name is Xayvier Wellington, but no name on record exists with that match.

SCP 6132 was acquired following a sting operation on the Calico Carnival, which had been overtaken by the Troupe of Shadows. SCP 6132 was one fo the few that were able to be saved from the GOI's influence and control.

SCP 6132 bears a few known anomalies, corroborated by testimony and a physical performance. The primary anomaly of SCP 6132 seems to be that of reanimation, with 6132 able to bring back the dead simply by touching bare dirt with his hands. Additionally 6132 is able to turn living entities into zombies by uttering a unique phrase listed below. Finally, 6132 is also able to convert people into the undead by infecting them "The Pestilence" from the use of a chained sickle that disappears somewhere under his cloak. The exact location of this weapon has yet to be indentified.

Another anomaly reported bears a striking connection to the cognito effect SCP 2316. By uttering a variant of the phrase "You do not recognize the bodies in the water," SCP 6132 is able to force the listener to hallucinate that they recognize the reanimated corpses as familiar faces and feel the need to go towards them. Additional outcomes of hearing the phrase have been documented as follows:

Profuse Crying

Three instances of scratching out one's eyes

Religious impulse to worship SCP 6132

Two instances where researchers were stuck in place as if under hypnotic trance

One guard collapsing to the ground and suffering a seizure.

When interviewed, SCP 6132 admitted that it could control the outcome of his verbal anomaly, and performed the other ones to "shake it up, keep things fun and interesting [for me]"

Addendum: It appears that he has acquired an interest in O5-█, it is highly advised to not let them meet. If they do, trust the overseer's ultimate judgement.

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Singularity

Synopsis

Russia, the near future.

The Somnus Foundation knows the fate of mankind; they promise a tomorrow where humanity will evolve into a godlike form of infinite power. They will lead us there, to a destiny that spans the stars. This is how the future will unfold.

The Doctor knows the fate of mankind; the human race is destined to fight and struggle for their very existence, to survive disaster and war and carve an empire from an unforgiving universe. He has seen it with his own eyes. This is how the future will unfold.

Beneath the towering headquarters of the Somnus, in the streets of Moscow, a dark power is building, and a conspiracy that stretches across eternity is nearing completion.

Time is fracturing and the Doctor and Turlough are at the heart of the chaos. History is about to change and the galaxy will burn in its wake...

Propaganda

Doctor Who vs Evangelion (Russia Edition)! (@finalpam8000 )

Other Lives

Synopsis

London, 1851.

Scene of the Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nations.

Scene also of a plot to unseat the government, dethrone the monarch and start a republic.

If the Duke of Wellington himself is to be believed...

While the Doctor and Charley are drawn into the murky world of nineteenth-century politics, C'rizz struggles to maintain his dignity against growing odds.

What begins as an attempt to prevent murder quickly becomes a desperate race to avert revolution. Separated from the TARDIS, the travellers are left to wonder if they'll get their own lives back or be forever entangled with the lives of others.

And who is Mrs Georgina Marlowe? What need does she feel the Doctor can satisfy?

Propaganda

Pure historical slice-of-life with C'rizz in a thong! (@heresmyfiddlestick )

The Kingmaker

Synopsis

Doctor Who encounters one of the most notorious characters from the past as he journeys through time to solve the great Historical Mysteries...

Not surprisingly, the Doctor becomes mixed up with Richard III himself as he tries to unravel the perplexing problem of who exactly killed the princes in the Tower.

Peri and Erimem also encounter a suspicious time traveller. Someone from the Doctor's own past. Someone who shouldn't really be there at all.

So who did murder the princes in the Tower? Perhaps it's best not to ask a question like that...

You might not like the answer...

Propaganda

One of the funniest doctor who episode of all time, if you listen to this and don't laugh even once I don't want to know you. (anonymous)

The Girl Who Never Was

Synopsis

"Dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot dot. Someone's listening. Somewhere."

A ghost ship.

A girl with no memory, adrift in time.

An old enemy.

This could be Charlotte Pollard's finest hour — or her last.

Set course for Singapore, 1931.

Journey's end.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Condemned

Synopsis

"Dr John Smith — you're under arrest. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court..."

Manchester, 2008. The TARDIS lands inside a run-down tower block, beside a dead body — which leads to some awkward questions when the Doctor is found there by the police. Made the prime suspect, how can the Doctor prove to the no-nonsense DI Patricia Menzies that this is not the open-and-shut case it seems, and that she's actually investigating the death of an alien?

Higher up in Ackley House, a girl named Maxine watches the Doctor being taken away in a squad car. Someone wants her to find out what happened in that room, and isn't going to be happy if she doesn't come up with the goods. But she's got hold of someone who knows — someone very important to the Doctor.

A deadly conspiracy is at work — one whose effects will be felt far beyond the walls of Ackley House...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Doomwood Curse

Synopsis

Curses and tombs, revenge from beyond the grave — and Dick Turpin!

England, 1738. On the trail of a lost book, the Doctor and Charley arrive at the beautiful country estate of Sir Ralph and Lady Sybil. But all is far from idyllic. There's a murderer on the loose, and the nearby woods are the haunt of the notorious highwayman Dick Turpin.

And that's not all. Something else has journeyed here. Something that could destroy the very fabric of reality. The Doctor and Charley have just forty-eight hours to solve the mystery before the whole world succumbs to The Doomwood Curse.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Character Intro

☘Basics: Name: Clifford Gu Pronunciation: Cliff-fird Gu Meaning: Clifford ~ "lives near the ford by the cliff" Gu ~ “to care for”  Birthday: May 1st, 1952 (Taurus) Age: 31 Gender: Male Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: Pansexual Siblings: None Mother: Diu Gu Father: Feng Gu Other Family: His father’s family live in America. Clifford has a grandmother, aunt and uncle, and their branches of family.  Languages: Cantonese, English, American Sign Language, Medical Latin Current Residence: London, England Hometown: San Francisco, California

☘

☘ Wizard Fun: School: Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie Year of Graduation: 1970 Occupation: Botanist/Herbologist Pet: None. Unless his plants count? They’re living beings and he feeds and cares for them. Blood Status: Half-blood Patronus: A phoenix. Both a symbol of rebirth and his family’s crest, it feels fitting. He jokes that it’s a Mandrake though.  Boggart: A hospital hallway, lined with sick and dying patients who call for him and cling at him.  Amortentia Scent: Petrichor, citrus, strong chinese green tea, fresh nail polish. Wand type: Willow, dragon heartstring, 12 inches Affiliation: True neutral

☘ Appearance: Face Claim: Simu Liu Height: 6’0 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Dark Brown Typical Hair Style: Neatly trimmed, often swooped over to one side. Sometimes it forms a little curl on his forehead.  Fashion Style: Well-tailored. Clifford has a sense of style from his childhood years of being dressed by his family, which has followed him despite himself. He’s just moved on from Zhongshan suits to simple sweaters, waistcoats and long coats. When he’s in his garden, he wears comfy clothes and a gardening apron as well as the ugliest wellingtons. He tends to dress in more muted colours normally, but wears bright and patterned socks to make up for it. He also wears ear cuffs and other decorations on his deaf ear.  Distinguishing Features: Incredibly easy aura. A hearing aid or jewellery on his right ear. Sometimes, dirt smears on his forehead when he’s been working and has only popped out of the house briefly. 

☘ Personality and Interests: Positive Traits: Gentle, steadfast, patient, hardy, non-judgemental  Negative Traits: Reserved, apologetic, detached, naive, self-deprecating, aloof Quick Facts: Can dance. Talks to plants. Has a full Healer’s qualification. Has studied a fair amount of non-magical medicine too. Can do non-verbal spells to an extent. Makes a killer broth. Is agile. Uses chalk boards to make notes in his home. Reads sci-fi books.  Hobbies: Gardening. Sketching plants. Spending time in Suavis Gardens.  Skills: Good at lying on paper. Bad at lying in person. Good with plants. Good with medical magic. Okay at non-medical magic. Good at playing the fool.  Theme song: “Plant Life” by Owl City

☘ Headcanons:

Voice: Warm af. His words come out a little swallowed sometimes due to his disability, but years of practice and speech therapy have helped him through the worst of it. 

Handwriting: While one is tempted to make Clifford’s handwriting the typical doctor’s mess, he actually has pretty neat handwriting. He writes a lot of notes about his plants, often curled around drawn diagrams of them, so he forms small, curled letters that are easy on the eyes. 

Clifford’s birth name is Chaoxiang, meaning “expecting fortune”. His mom chose his American name because it had a lot of nickname potential for him.

When Clifford was young, he never understood the true purpose of talking to plants. He didn’t understand the exchange of carbon dioxide. Instead, he thought they genuinely needed the verbal encouragement. Despite now knowing the truth, he still converses with his plants and encourages other inanimate objects while using them. 

Ask Clifford to draw a flower, and he’s great. It’s fully detailed and to scale and worthy of being in any of his botany books. Ask him to draw literally anything else? It’s terrible. The worst. This is the kind of man who would draw horses how they appear in old artworks. Awful. 

Once he and Enes became friends in school, Cliff became the worst person to get up to shenanigans with. Not only was he terrible at lying to teachers, but they also tended to believe he was innocent himself, leading to a remarkably low detention count. 

Cliff is surprisingly built. He lives a healthy lifestyle and probably exercises, because there is no other canon justification for him to be as buff as his FC. 

In another life, Clifford would’ve liked to go to a muggle university for a proper degree in botany. 

He isn’t sure where it came from, but Cliff has a love for independent sci-fi novels. Something about life on a spaceship reminds him of life at school. He also likes the guesses at what futuristic medicine could look like.

[grandcreationprince]

I remember when I was in Wellington hospital I was not the nicest patient there, but I can tell you now that they were and are the best team that worked on my eight week stay. I spent six weeks on my back and unable to roll over when my bum got sore. The jungle gym you see here is what I was told is called the Thompson split and the other bit you don't see was 38 kgs swinging and fight me to straighten out my upper leg bone. I had cheated death from the time of my accident to that day in the photo. I should have died when I hit the hillman hunter and left a perfect knee print in the fin of the car. I was found across the road from where a traffic cop was parked. Found with my rt leg around my neck, the ambos said that I should have died there but I didn't. Some weeks in the hospital I got a blood clot in my lungs and until you go through something like that you really don't know what real fear is, and I don't care who you are or even think. Try this hold your breath like close you mouth don't take a breath don't breathe in or out and hold it til your lungs are burning, you can't say anything as you need air to make a sound. I was very very lucky that when this happened to me it was lunchtime and two of the nurses getting us ready for lunch came to my aid in 30 long seconds. I was threaten about stop playing with the buzzer on they were going to rip it out of the wall but when they saw that I wasn't joking those 30 seconds were to me a life time. They put an oxygen mask on me and turned it on . I lived my life had ever so small in this time that moment in time changed me. I still have that scratch on the side of my leg (and not as red as it is in the picture) but I wasn't out of the woods yet as I had to go through lots and lots of physio as my lower leg was black and purple. They were hoping that doing physio would help the blood flow or they (the doctors) were going to cut it off above the knee. But the physio did magic on my leg. I still have two legs but there is just o e small thing that I hid from the untrained eye is that I lamb badly when I'm tired or sore but as for most of the time I deserve people by masking my limp

[lovingtimetravelqueen]

Top Cosmetic Procedures in Wellington You Can Get at a Trusted Clinic

Wellington, New Zealand, is home to a thriving cosmetic industry that offers a wide range of advanced and innovative treatments designed to enhance your appearance, boost your confidence, and help you achieve the look you’ve always dreamed of. Whether you're looking to reduce the visible signs of aging, improve your skin texture, or enhance certain features, Wellington's trusted cosmetic clinics provide a variety of procedures that can meet your aesthetic goals.

In this comprehensive blog post, we will explore the top cosmetic procedures available at Wellington's leading clinics, highlighting their benefits, processes, and expected results. From non-invasive treatments like Botox and dermal fillers to advanced procedures like laser therapy and body contouring, Wellington cosmetic clinic offer something for everyone. Let's dive into the most popular treatments that are transforming the way people look and feel.

Why Choose Cosmetic Procedures in Wellington?

Wellington is renowned for its medical and aesthetic expertise, with clinics led by highly trained professionals using state-of-the-art technology. The city boasts a wide range of treatments, all performed in luxurious and welcoming environments, where patient comfort and safety are paramount. Choosing Wellington’s trusted cosmetic clinics for your treatment offers many benefits, including:

Experienced Practitioners: Wellington's cosmetic clinics are staffed by highly qualified doctors, registered nurses, and certified aesthetic therapists who are experts in their field. These practitioners have years of experience, providing clients with safe and effective treatments.

Advanced Technology: The clinics utilize the latest in cosmetic technology, ensuring you have access to the most cutting-edge treatments that deliver optimal results with minimal downtime.

Personalized Approach: Every person has different needs and goals, and Wellington’s leading cosmetic clinics pride themselves on offering tailored treatments that meet individual requirements. Whether you’re looking for subtle enhancements or more significant transformations, the clinics provide personalized treatment plans.

Safety and Comfort: Top clinics in Wellington follow strict hygiene and safety protocols. They prioritize your comfort throughout the process, ensuring you feel relaxed and at ease during your treatments.

With these advantages in mind, let’s explore the top cosmetic procedures in Wellington cosmetic clinic that can help you transform your look.

1. Botox and Dermal Fillers: The Ultimate Anti-Aging Duo

Botox and dermal fillers are two of the most popular cosmetic procedures, both offering non-invasive ways to rejuvenate the face and reduce the visible signs of aging. These treatments are safe, quick, and deliver impressive results.

Botox: Smooth Wrinkles and Fine Lines

Botox, a purified protein derived from botulinum toxin, works by temporarily blocking nerve signals to specific muscles, relaxing them and reducing the appearance of wrinkles. It’s most commonly used to treat:

Forehead lines

Crow’s feet around the eyes

Frown lines between the eyebrows

The procedure is relatively quick, usually taking just 15-30 minutes, and requires little to no downtime. Results appear within a few days and typically last three to four months. Botox is often seen as a preventive treatment, helping to delay the formation of deeper wrinkles while providing a youthful, smooth appearance.

Dermal Fillers: Restore Volume and Contour Your Face

Unlike Botox, which relaxes muscles, dermal fillers are injectable substances that restore lost volume and smooth out deeper wrinkles. Common types of dermal fillers include:

Hyaluronic acid fillers (e.g., Juvederm, Restylane)

Calcium hydroxylapatite (e.g., Radiesse)

Poly-L-lactic acid (Sculptra)

These fillers are typically used to treat areas such as:

Laugh lines and smile lines

Thin or uneven lips

Hollow cheeks or under-eye bags

Dermal fillers are injected into the skin to plump areas that have lost volume due to aging, giving a fuller, more youthful look. They are also effective at enhancing facial contours, such as defining the cheekbones and jawline.

The procedure usually takes 30 to 60 minutes, with results visible immediately. The effects typically last anywhere from six months to two years, depending on the type of filler used.

2. Laser Skin Treatments: Rejuvenate and Refresh Your Skin

Laser skin treatments are an excellent option for individuals looking to improve the texture, tone, and overall appearance of their skin. They can address a variety of skin concerns, from pigmentation issues to acne scars, sun damage, and fine lines. These procedures are minimally invasive, and many require little to no downtime.

Fractional CO2 Laser Resurfacing:

Fractional CO2 laser resurfacing is a powerful skin treatment that uses a laser to target the deeper layers of the skin. This treatment promotes collagen production, which helps improve skin texture, reduce wrinkles, and fade pigmentation.

Commonly treated areas include:

Fine lines and wrinkles

Sun damage

Acne scars

Uneven skin texture and tone

The procedure can take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour, depending on the area being treated. Some redness and swelling are normal after the treatment, but this typically subsides within a few days. Results improve over time, and the skin appears smoother and more youthful.

Intense Pulsed Light (IPL):

IPL therapy is another popular option for those looking to improve their skin tone and texture. It uses broad-spectrum light to treat various skin issues, such as:

Sunspots

Rosacea

Broken capillaries

Age spots and pigmentation

IPL is a non-ablative treatment, which means it doesn’t break the skin’s surface, so recovery time is minimal. Typically, you can resume your normal activities immediately after the procedure. A series of treatments may be needed to achieve the best results.

3. Chemical Peels: Reveal Fresh, Glowing Skin

Chemical peels are a popular option for those looking to address skin concerns like acne, pigmentation, sun damage, and fine lines. The procedure involves applying a chemical solution to the skin, which exfoliates the outer layers and promotes the growth of new, healthier skin cells.

There are several types of chemical peels available, including:

Superficial peels: These are gentle peels that target the outer layer of the skin and are ideal for treating mild skin issues like acne and sun spots.

Medium peels: These peels penetrate deeper into the skin and can treat more pronounced wrinkles, pigmentation, and acne scars.

Deep peels: This type of peel targets the deepest layers of the skin and can help with severe sun damage, deep wrinkles, and scars. However, deep peels require a longer recovery time and are typically used for more serious concerns.

Chemical peels are highly effective at improving skin texture, tone, and clarity. After a chemical peel, your skin will look refreshed and rejuvenated. Some redness and peeling may occur, but this is a normal part of the healing process.

4. Microneedling: Stimulate Collagen for Smooth, Youthful Skin

Microneedling, also known as collagen induction therapy, is a minimally invasive treatment that uses a device with tiny needles to create micro-injuries in the skin. These tiny wounds stimulate the skin’s healing process and encourage collagen and elastin production, which helps improve the texture and tone of the skin.

Microneedling is ideal for:

Fine lines and wrinkles

Acne scars

Uneven skin texture

Large pores

The procedure usually takes around 30 minutes, and while it may cause some mild discomfort, numbing cream is typically applied beforehand to minimize any pain. Recovery time is minimal, with most patients experiencing some redness and mild swelling for a day or two after the treatment. Results improve over time, with the skin appearing firmer, smoother, and more even-toned.

5. HydraFacial: Refresh Your Skin in One Session

HydraFacial is a popular treatment that combines cleansing, exfoliation, extraction, hydration, and antioxidant protection into one comprehensive procedure. It’s ideal for individuals seeking a non-invasive treatment that provides instant results without any downtime.

The HydraFacial treatment uses a specialized device to remove dead skin cells, clear pores, and infuse the skin with nourishing serums tailored to your skin’s needs. Whether you’re dealing with acne, pigmentation, or signs of aging, HydraFacial can help address a variety of concerns.

HydraFacial is quick, typically taking around 30 minutes, and offers immediate results. Your skin will feel deeply hydrated, refreshed, and glowing after just one session, making it a great option for a quick skin pick-me-up before an event or special occasion.

6. Body Contouring: Sculpt Your Dream Body

For individuals who are looking to contour their bodies and reduce stubborn fat, non-surgical body contouring treatments can help you achieve a slimmer, more sculpted look without the need for invasive surgery.

CoolSculpting:

CoolSculpting is a non-invasive fat reduction treatment that uses cryolipolysis technology to freeze and eliminate stubborn fat cells. It’s ideal for areas that are resistant to diet and exercise, such as:

Love handles

Belly fat

Thighs

Under the chin

The procedure is relatively quick, usually taking about an hour, and doesn’t require any downtime. Over the course of a few weeks, the targeted fat cells are naturally eliminated by the body, leading to gradual, noticeable fat reduction. Results continue to improve over the next few months.

Skin Tightening:

Skin tightening treatments, such as radiofrequency or ultrasound technology, are designed to tighten loose or sagging skin. These treatments stimulate collagen production and help firms the skin, improving its appearance and elasticity.

Skin tightening is often used for areas like:

Sagging jowls

Loose skin around the neck and chin

Post-weight loss skin

These treatments are non-invasive and require little to no downtime, with results becoming more noticeable over time. A series of sessions may be needed for optimal results.

Conclusion

Wellington cosmetic clinic offer a wide variety of treatments that can help you achieve the look you’ve always wanted. Whether you’re interested in non-invasive procedures like Botox, dermal fillers, or HydraFacial, or you’re seeking more advanced treatments like laser resurfacing, body contouring, or chemical peels, Wellington’s trusted clinics provide the expertise, technology, and personalized care to deliver outstanding results.

By choosing a reputable clinic, you can ensure that your treatment is performed by experienced practitioners who prioritize your safety and comfort. With the right cosmetic procedures, you can enhance your natural beauty, restore your youthful glow, and boost your self-confidence, helping you look and feel your best at any stage of life.

If you’re ready to transform your look and experience the benefits of professional cosmetic treatments, schedule a consultation with one of Wellington’s top clinics today. With personalized treatment plans and expert guidance, you’ll be one step closer to achieving your aesthetic goals.

Let's Connected Name: Accent on Skin Address: Panama House Level 5/22 Panama Street, Te Aro, Wellington 6011 Phone No: 04 473 6258

[whitepolaris]

Buried Alive-Almost!

Sad news spread throughout the community around Penville that George Wellington had died. Most people believed the news and, at times, so did George Wellington. He was not a victim of the Grim Reaper, however. Instead, he was the victim of a strange malady that mimicked death-and almost resulted in his premature burial!

At the time of his "death," Wellington was a forty-two-year-old farmer. Well-liked, robust, and healthy, he enjoyed the outdoors, music, and spending time with his wife and his many friends. He and his friends had gathered at his home one night on June 1868. They laughed and drank late into the night, and Wellington said that he felt more like singing and dancing than sleeping when the party broke up. Nevertheless, he sent the revelers on their way, and he and his wife retired.

When his wide awoke the next morning, she was surprised to find that her husband was still in bed. She tried to wake him but couldn't. Terrified, she realized that he had died some time in the night. A doctor was summoned to the house and made the fatal diagnosis. He attributed the man's death to heart disease and surmised that Wellington had died at about three a.m.

The grief-stricken widow turned her husband's body over to the undertake. In those days, an undertaker's work was not as invasive as it is now, but the man was perplexed by the pliant and robust condition of Wellington's body. He did not appear to be breathing, but he did not look dead. He seemd to be sleeping.

Cautious, the undertaker called in two more doctors to examine the corpse. They both said that Wellington was dead but his family postponed the funeral for two days, just to be sure. When it was at last decided that he really was dead, his body was placed in a casket and a funeral service was held.

The body was loaded onto a hearse for the journey to the cemetery, and the mourners followed behind. Suddenly a runaway team of horses appeared, pulling an empty wagon. The hearse and wagon collided and both vehicles overturned. Wellington's casket crashed to the ground.

It took several minutes to get the horses from both vehicles under control. As men went to pick up Wellington's casket, they heard a blood-chilling sound from inside! It was a man's voice: "For God's sake, let me out!"

Friends and funeral attendants helped Wellington from his casket and listened to amazement to his story. He had awakened on the morning of his "death" at around five a.m. but had been unable to move. He said, "I had full use of my ears, but I could not open my eyes." He felt his wife trying to shake him awake, but there was no way that he could communicate with her. He became convinced that he was in a trance that mimicked death. He was terrified when all the doctors pronounced him dead and he realized that he was going to be buried alive!

While he was in his cataleptic state, Wellington could hear everything going on around him. He listened to his family, friends, and neighbors talking about his death during the wake and heard his funeral sermon as it took place. He knew from the sensations that followed that he was being taken out and placed in the hearse. He even heard the oncoming wagon just seconds before the crash that awakened him from his bizarre stupor. Wellington said, "I heard them trying to back the hearse and let the team go by, but they were not quick enough. As the collision came, my eyes opened and my speech was restored, and from that moment on, I was all right."

No one knows what ailment afflicted Wellington, but as far is known, it never plagued him again. One can imagine, though, that when the time of his actual death eventually came, his family and friends made doubly sure that he was really dead before they buried him!

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Wellie

Name: Edie (Mimi) Pride

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Residence: St. George's Holm

Job: Former saleswoman and shop owner

Hair colour: brown

Eye colour: brown

Family: She's an only child from a German family. Both of her parents are dead though.

Partner: Married to Constable George-Daniel Pride & Stefan Jäger Boyfriend

Likes: Sweets, strawberries (even though they're not really available in Wellington Wells anymore), flowers (especially pansies) and animals.

Her favourite song is "When You're Gone" by The Make Believes and her favorite Uncle Jack shows are Humour Hour and Nighty Night.

Her favourite outfits are dresses, her nurse costume and her rubber cat suit.

Dislikes: Doctors, being ignored or talked over, being called stupid, being stared at and being left alone.

Backstory:

Edie lost her parents during the war, which led to her being taken in by George's family.

As they grew up together they got to know each other better until they eventually moved out together and inside their own house in Wellington Wells, where they lived as a couple until now.

George joined the Constabulary quite early, which was the reason why he was barely at home. Meanwhile Edie worked as a saleswoman in her own shop where she sold sweets, dolls and stuffed animals, among some other things.

She was always well-known for her little shop, but when the sweets ran out and the town started to run low on supplies, she had no other choice but to close it

She is very reserved, but when she makes friends with someone she opens up pretty quick. Though she's able to get along with pretty much anyone, sometime's she can get a little too close with some. Due to her being in an open relationship with her partner it's not a big deal though, as they both enjoy trying themselves out from time to time and then telling each other about their experiences later on (as far as they can still remember.)

Although most people refer to him as Constable Pride, Edie usually either calls him Puppy or by his second name, Daniel.

While she often uses calls him Puppy when greeting him on the open streets, she only really uses the Constable title for him in the bedroom. In return, George calls her Kitten. Though, when in public, he normally sticks to her real name unless noone else is around.

In their free time, Edie and George like to go picnicking and visiting old friends.

Edie is a very clumsy person as she often forgets to put on her happy-face before leaving the house and/or forgets to take her joy every once in a while. Her memory is already so bad from all the joy she's taken over the years that, even when she forgets to take it one time, she still can't remember anything about the war or what happened to the kids. This causes her to always seem positive on the outside nonetheless, and not cause any distress among the other villagers.

Since her partner knows about her forgetfulness, he always tries to remind her by putting sticky notes all over the house.

Though it barely helps as she usually spends most of her days outside the house, helping Sally Boyle by collecting stuff for her lab when she's running low on supplies or ingredients for her drugs.

Even though Sally is busy most of the time, she is one of Edie's closest friends and she's always thankful to have someone who helps her out when she's in a stressful situation.

In addition to Sally, Edie also regularly runs errands for Roger and James whenever they need something while they're busy helping Dr. Faraday. On less stressful days, when they're free from working, she's often invited by them for a cup of chicory or tea and some cake.

Shortly after her store closed, she received an invitation to the Reform Club as a kind of redemption. Since then, her and George often spend time there, either alone or together, to spice things up ane have fun.

They regularly tease or punish each other there, sometimes alone and sometimes together with some of the other members.

Her opinion on downers is rather neutral.

Even though she doesn't quite understand why anyone would voluntarily stop taking their joy, she is always ready to help them when they're in need of help.

Relationship to...

Arthur:

- Only knows him through the newspaper.

Sally:

- A good friend who's very dear to her

- They sometimes meet to chat and report about their life

- Doesn't know about Gwen though

- When Sally's busy, Edie helps her out by running errands for her

Ollie:

- Thinks he's a very interesting person

- Would like to know more about him & his backstory

- Doesn't know him personally though

Nick:

- A big fan

- Not as obsessive as some other fans though

- Owns every record (even the bad ones)

- Goes to every concert

James & Roger:

- Often visits for cake and a hot cup of chicory or fruit tea to chat

- Also very dear friends to her

- Knows about their relationship & supports them to the fullest

- Also runs errands for them when they need something

- Doesn't like how Dr. Faraday treats them as she thinks they deserve better

Reg Cutty:

- Always liked going to his shop until it had to close down

- Actually thought he was a very nice guy

- Only talked to him in German unless other costumers entered the shop

- Doesn't know why he had to close though

Edmund MacMillan:

- Used to get her meat delivered by him until the Plough Boys broke his legs

- Always felt very fond of him

- Visits him at the Pub every once in a while to drink and chat

Bobbies:

- Good relationship to the Bobbies due to her partner being one of them

- They often wave her through because of how charming she acts

- They also turn a blind eye on her when she's caught breaking the rules as her partner already informed them about her forgetfulness and clumsiness

Joy Doctors:

- Often gets sniffed out and chased by them since she often forgets to take her joy

- Hates them because of this

Uncle Jack:

- Loves Uncle Jack (because who doesn't??)

- Never misses a single episode

- Owns all of his books

- Not a member of the Jack-o-Beans though

- Her biggest dream is to meet him in person

Foggy Jack:

- Could swear she's seen him once inside the fog at night

- Would like to know more about him and why he does the things he does

- Still scared of him though, even though people say he's not real