#had to brb while answering btw so sorry for answering this late

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I hope you're okay!!!!!!!

You said you were BLEEDING???

thank you! yeah, thankfully it's not deep or anything but idk i still feel weird abt it

[vitosscaletta]

🤡 microscope, love note, wardrobe, poison for anna and audrey! 🤡

CLARA did u know.. i love u.. sorry I’m answering this so late.. here’s the post btw if anyone wants to reblog the meme too

Anna

microscope: zoom in – describe the little, insignificant details about an OC.

oof this is hard.. she has an overbite.. always wears nail polish but she chews on her nails when she thinks (not biting it off just. constantly has one of her fingers between her teeth bc she’s dumb)so it doesn't look good kdfkf.. a little mole on her cheek and that’s it 

love note: who likes who? crushes? relationships? are they mutual or unrequited?

hehehe he….. her bf J**** 🤡 uuuhhh basically they went to the same school together and were fwiends (Anna had a lil crush hdshjd)… until the green fuck did THAT and she thot he was dead, miss anna became a detective and ends up working on a case a few years later that somehow involves [REDACTED] who she thinks is kinda hot (cat and mouse relationship?? thank u for this. god tier) .. and turns out to be her dead high school crush 🤡 friends to not enemies but 🔪 and 😘 at the same time to friends to lovers i guess which is a new trope because I say so.

wardrobe: what’s your OC(s) style like?

1940′s style dresses (since we’re setting this in the 40s/50s for absolutely no reason), usually in darker colors… practical but chic!! 💅 almost always with a beige trenchcoat for the noir detective aesthetic kjfkjgf

poison: vices/bad habits? what are they? how do they affect your OC?

She lives purely on coffee and pretends she has no emotions.. Anna: I have no feelings-. feelings are for idiots.. anyway brb gonna cry in the bathroom because someone was mean to me

Audrey

microscope: zoom in – describe the little, insignificant details about an OC.

Uuhhh she has freckles on her nose, clean teeth for a wastelander but some of them aren’t straight :c.. also wears eyeliner literally all the time but it’s always a little smudged because she’s out adventuring and all that

love note: who likes who? crushes? relationships? are they mutual or unrequited?

ehehehehehe.. She had a few exes that I literally never thought about.. then had a tiny crush on Ju/lie Far/kas but it wasn’t requited ://

Post Julie there was Chr/istine R***e in dead möney.. that crush was actually mutual, but thanks to the events of dm a real romance wasn’t really possible and miss royce stays behind in the Si/erra M*dre while Audrey just. left as soon as she could but I say they leave together for Vegas and get married by the king in an AU.. 

Post Christine she has a thing with Graham cracker unfortunately 🤡 sort of.. she starts out being like 🔪🔪 because she knows the spicy details of his past and he thinks she’s annoying for that.. obviously that changes. eventually slow burn 3k words.. it’s mutual but kinda complicated because she doesn’t wanna admit that cause she feels stupid. until literally 1 day before she fucks off to the mojave again 

wardrobe: what’s your OC(s) style like?

lmao it’s a weird mix of cowboy and mid-1960′s fashion.. blouses, tank tops, slacks & skirts with cowboy boots. but also simple dresses when she’s not out adventuring.. her style is mostly very simple (unless she’s dressing up) and elegant.. not lore friendly but idc. we out here making our ocs wearing hot 60′s clothes because they look good

poison: vices/bad habits? what are they? how do they affect your OC?

she’s a chainsmoker kmvkjgf. She quits when she becomes a mom though 

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Doctor!Gabriel?

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like sabriel.

Stranger: Sam Winchester always had one thing on his mind, helping people. It was something he did naturally from a young age and it made it no surprise to his family and friends when he decided he wanted to go to medical school. He had the grades to get scholarships, and he was more than persistent. Which is why within four short years he was the new medical intern, fresh from Stanford’s Medical school. So he stood that morning, the youngest of the group, waiting to be assigned a doctor that they’d be working and training under. Some of the doctors themselves were already milling about, unceremoniously chatting amongst themselves. Sam was eyeing each of them in turn. It wasn’t long before they were all grouped together and the person in charge began naming off who was with who. Naturally, Sam came last and he looked around the room. Each doctor had already gone to talk with their intern and he wondered where his was supposed to be. “Sam Winchester... you’ll be with Doctor Gabriel Novak... if he decides to show up,” the man with the clipboard sighed and Sam shifted on his feet anxiously.

You: [Reading! Sorry.]

Stranger: ((No problem! Thanks))

You: [Reminds me of the Fireman/doctor destiel au on tumblr. I love it! Replying now!]

You: Gabriel rolled his eyes as he heard the other man's words, walking up behind him, looking a bit worse for wear. "Thanks, Jeeves. I think I can take it from here." He grumbled, stepping out from behind the man and sipping on his coffee as he glared at him. "Go bother someone else, you vulture." He added, making the man grumble before wondering off. Gabriel's attention turned to his new intern; gaze hitting those broad shoulders first before going up and up... and up... until they finally reached the man's face. "Christ, you're a big one; aren't you Moose?" He commented lightly. "What, couldn't make it on the basketball team or something?" He teased before moving to collect a file from the nurses station, expecting the tall man to follow.

Stranger: Sam was more than intrigued by this doctor. Fashionably late, not seeming to be all the serious type, and somehow shorter than Sam was expecting. He pursed his lips and cleared his throat. "Sam... my name is Sam." His reply was terse and short, shifting on his feet once more which let his anxiety slip through just a bit. He decided to ignore the second comment. "It's nice to meet you, Doctor Novak." When the other began walking he easily kept on his heels.

Stranger: ((btw in case we get disconnected you can contact me at my email 

You: "I'm sure it is, Sam-squatch." Gabriel commented flipping through the papers and sighing. "Kelly, I told you not to let Ms. Henderson have any sweets. Now, I'm going to have to listen to her bitch." He grumbled, handing the folder to the nurse in question and collecting another, along with a clipboard. "I'm one of the best there is. Some one say /The/ best... Well, I would say /The/ best. But, I'm always right so..." He continued talking, gaze down on his clip board as he started to walk again, his words not really directed at anyone but meant for Sam. "The question is; is it nice to meet you? Because; So far, I'm not impressed."

Stranger: Sam coughed, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. "Excuse me?" he challenged. Great, not only was the doctor he stuck with cocky, but he was turning out to be the exact type of guy Sam would love to avoid. He'd had to deal with enough bullies in junior high. Shouldn't that have worn off by the time you became a full fledged doctor? Manners seemed beyond this guy and Sam, despite trying to be polite, was regretting his word choice because he was finding it less than truthful at the present time.

You: Gabriel glanced up, arching a brow at the question, pausing to face him with an annoyed sigh. "Listen kiddo, lets get a few things straight here and now." He began, regarding him flatly. "I do not repeat myself; it's too boring. You've been assigned to me because someone thinks that you're the best and brightest in the class. Good for you! Gold stars all around!" He wiggled his fingers sarcastically. "But here's the dealio; I'm right. Period. No arguing, no whining, no crap. What I say goes. End of topic. You nod and agree. It's so easy that even a Neanderthal like you can do it. Keep up or be left behind, don't touch my things and don't fuck with my schedule." He paused, glancing him up and down once more. "If you can do that; you might last as long as my last intern...." He shrugged. "Maybe. Got it Samantha?"

Stranger: Sam's face heated up, not from embarrassment, but from annoyance. He wasn't sure who this guy thought he was, but he just made a challenge that Sam full well intended to beat. He was going to last the entire semester with this dick-wad whether or not he had to suffer through it. And if he could, he was going to make this guy eat his words. "Whatever you say," he drawled out. His jaw clenched at the end and he had to physically force himself to not scrunch his nose in annoyance.

You: The reply had Gabriel's gaze flashing with amusement and his mouth turning up at its corners. "That's it big guy; you've got the idea." He laughed, giving his massive... and apparently super firm, chest a heavy part before turning to stride down the hall. Damn, the guy was fit. It sucked he was an intern... He wouldn't have minded taking him for a spin around the block. "Come on, Sammy. We've got patients to see." He chimed musically, turning into a nearby room to check in on Ms. Henderson.

Stranger: The second the doctor turned around Sam rolled his eyes so hard he was surprised they didn't fall out of his skull. It was going to be a long semester, but once he was done he knew he wouldn't be happier. Maybe he'd even give himself a reward at the end of it all. Like a new apartment that wasn't too small for his bedframe, so he didn't have to sleep on a mattress that sat on the floor. Which is exactly what he was thinking of as he rounded the corner behind the doctor and into a patient's ward.

You: Ms. Henderson was a very large woman; weighing approximately four hundred pounds, though she held the weight well. Her hair had a bit of salt and pepper to it as she glanced over the book in her hands, regarding them evenly with those hazel eyes. "Dr. Novak. Nurse Kelly said that you've restricted my diet." She spat in annoyance. "I'm a big girl; I need to eat." She growled making Gabriel sigh as he moved to her side and wrapped a few fingers around her wrist, attention going to his watch. "I know Ms. Henderson but with your blood sugar so high; we're going to have to lay off those sweet." She tensed as if she were about to rip him a new one when he raised his hand. "I know. I know. But I'll just have to keep restricting it until you're tests show otherwise." He reminded, making her deflate. "I'll make you a deal. If you can get your sugar under control by tomorrow. I'll go all in for a ice cream party." "The real ice cream." She demanded. "Scouts honor." He teased lifting three fingers in a salute before checking a few of the machines and bidding her good bye. The second they were out in the hall he shoved the clipboard against Sam's chest, before turning the corner. "Mark her down for a clear diet and an insulin increase." He ordered as he strode away, expecting the man to keep up.

Stranger: Sam faltered only a moment before he easily caught up. it was a gift to have long legs in a situation like this. He jotted down the notes, marking off appropriate boxes as he continued to follow like a puppy to its master. It was annoying, and it was going to be a long day as it were. He wasn't sure what he was doing here if the doctor was just going to have him mark patient charts and not do any actual work, which is what it seemed he intended to do after all.

You: The rest of the day was much the same; Gabriel would bark order and expect them to follow. He was completely polite to his patients but practically cruel to Sam. Lunch was apparently off the table as the sandy blonde seemed to run on nothing by coffee and sweets; stealing practically the whole jar of suckers off the nurses station in the pediatric ward. By the time he seemed to slow, most of the staff was gone for the night and he was leaning against the counter flirting with a lab technician lazily as he continued to pass sheet after sheet of paperwork to Sam for the man to fill out.

Stranger: "Aren't you supposed to be, I don't know, teaching me something?" Sam grumbled as he continued to fill out forms, barely batting an eye. It was boring if nothing else. Of course it would be his luck, why wouldn't he get stuck with someone like this? There hadn't been any challenges, he hadn't even gotten a chance to interact with the patients which is why he'd wanted to take this job in the first place. Helping people, all of that jazz. But instead he was forced to stand there like an underpaid assistant.

You: Gabriel sighed, his annoyance at being interrupted while trying to pick up someone obvious as he turned to the taller man. "I am teaching you something Sammo. I'm teaching you how to do paperwork." He answered, tapping the clipboard the man was writing on. "Of course, if you don't want the job I can give it to someone else. All you've got to do is talk to the Dean." He reminded. To be honest, it was surprising that he had lasted the day. A guy as fit as he was... They normal were gone after his 'do what I say' speech.

You: [brb]

Stranger: "I'm in college. I know how to do paperwork if nothing else," Sam rolled his eyes, his own attitude seeping through. He flipped through another page, and when the final one was finished he smacked it down on the counter. "Done. Got anything else?" he cocked an eyebrow and met the doctor's gaze, knowing it was the end of the shift, yet not doubting that the other would find something for him to do if pushed too far.

Stranger: ((I'm gonna have to go. If you want to continue this you can email or kik me the link and we can continue there?))

You: kk

Stranger: ((look forward to hearing from you! Thanks!))

Stranger has disconnected.