#he's incredibly vain bc he KNOWS he's hot. and a lot of other reasons

[subsequentibis]

everyone making jokes abt how ocelot must feel insecure for going grey/looking old next to kaz & venom. you are all so weak. he's hot bc he has grey hair and wrinkles and don't you ever forget it

[unicyclehippo]

Qs 43-47 on the OC ask post? Especially 45 and 46 as these are things I think about a lot

43. are they religious? what do they think of religion? what do they think of religious people? what do they think of non-religious people?

so to preface these answers, in my story gods are Divinities & they are beings that can be interacted with& spoken to face to face in addition to prayer & worship. they have had quantifiable & visible forms & effects on the world at large & so even those people who are not religious are still aware that the gods very much exist.

andy: not religious. they have had bad experiences with a religious order in the past that has coloured their perception on what a religious order wants & does. they think religion & worship is done in vain & that the gods aren’t interested, the gods are too big to hear them. the only people gods listen to are heroes & andy reckons heroes can keep them. gods only tend to bring trouble & danger & disaster with them. their previous experiences mean that most run ins with religious people have been incredible Dangerous (life threateningly so). thus, they’re wary around people who are. non-religious folk andy is also wary around, but for all the other reasons to be wary. andy is always wary

zoyah: zoyah is religious. her role as princess, her mother as queen, these are positions that connect them to ORD, divinity of the light. they worship & give thanks & seek advice & guidance from ORD. the sacreds, followers of ORD, work closely with the monarchy. she knows these people & many others & she find that like in most groups, some use the power & the force of religion for good & some for bad & some for both & personal gain. similarly, though, she finds the same traits in people who are not religious.

fil: fil is religious. he knows the dangers of religion, in worshipping the wrong god, & he isn’t sure about all the intellectual understanding of it all but he worships as he feels is right, which largely involves helping people & following that thing in his heart that fills him with calm & faith & hope? he thinks much the same as zoyah that some people do good & some do bad, & it’s hard because he isn’t the best at divining people’s intentions but sometimes the problem stems from religion & it being Wielded & sometimes it doesn’t. he thinks people can make their own choices but he probably assumes that everyone is religious in some manner, even if their worship doesn’t look like his

44. what is their favourite season? type of weather? are they good in the cold or the heat? what weather do they complain in the most?

andy: andy likes summer. they like the hot dry heat, they’re used to it & it feels comfortable. they complain the most in the cold. they’re always delighted by rain

zoyah: zoyah likes autumn. she likes the harvest, she likes the festivals & the lights & the colours. she likes the weather turning vaguely chilly. she’s best in mild conditions, neither too hot nor too cold. she complains the most about humidity, which is unfortunate bc she lives in ford, one of the most humid regions in foirholme. she doesn’t mind the cold terribly, except when her wrist aches

fil: fil likes spring. he likes the pods returning to warm waters, he likes the flowers & the foods, he likes the start of the storming season. he is best in warm weather. he complains the most about the storm season—despite enjoying storms, they aren’t great for ships

45. how do other people see them? is it similar to how they see themselves?

andy: the rogue, the thief, the untrustworthy right hand of an exiled jack (an arcanist). they see themself as misunderstood probably—definitely attacked more often than necessary. they see themself as sneaky & sly definitely, but not Bad

zoyah: the encendant princess of the throne, a quiet & bookish princess, not gifted with social graces, cleverer than most people around her but in the most obscure & niche subjects. cold. uncaring, unfeeling. (not everyone sees her in this manner, but those who do not know her) she sees herself as very clever in many ways, though yes she does have niche interests that fascinate her more. deeply empathetic. very good at memorising & following through with he social graces, actually. very driven, very ambitious

fil: the foolish son of a merchant lord. brainless. good for dancing & marrying off. he sees himself very much the same, though he thinks there is more to himself than that. he certainly isn’t as stupid as his father thinks he is, right? it’s just that reading is hard & he likes learning about things that aren’t exactly High Education

46. do they make a good first impression? does their first impression reflect them accurately? how do they introduce themselves?

andy: no absolutely not. times stabbed on first meetings? five. does it reflect them accurately? perhaps. andy introduces themself usually with flirtation, in social situations, & with the knuckles of their right hand in fighting situations.

zoyah: no, usually not. for all her memorising of social cues & graces, she tends to move through them like a list & it either makes her seem like she’s making fun of the other person/people or like she doesn’t rly care all that much.

fil: depends. does it reflect him accurately? no. he usually comes off as a young lordling, respectable & well to do & debonair. he is all of these things but he’s also very kind, very trusting, & more interested in dancing or sailing than he is in business

47. how do they act in a formal occasion? what do they think of black tie wear? do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or do they loathe the whole event?

andy: terribly uncomfortable but refuses to show it. if they ever learned how to dance, they don’t remember it now. they look Good in this world’s equivalent of black tie, they look Damn good, so that’s fine. they work out their nerves flirting with anyone who wants to be flirted with. they’re good at talking about nothing at all & events are great for food & for finding out information. if they think of an event like they’re a secret agent & not someone who is wildly out of place, then it’s fine

zoyah: impeccably well versed in formal etiquette. doesn’t relax, because she needs to get it Right. doesn’t enjoy the frills & pomp of black tie wear, prefers simpler styles & things that feel nice to wear. she sees the importance in events & knows the effort that goes into them but doesn’t relax & likely loathes them

fil: in his element. loves parties, loves dancing, loves food & people & Reasons For Celebrating. looks Incredible in black tie equivalent. loves fancy food & chit chat & dancing & charming people & schmoozing & offering to dance with little old ladies & lords & gliding them around the dance floor like they’re in their youth again. enjoys telling tall tales & making people laugh. feels out of his element if any of his siblings are around to hear & see him—they share the opinion of his father that he is an empty head with a pretty face

[littlespoonevan]

turn my blue heart to red

Ahh so this is for Skam Fic Week - Day 5: Work Colleagues which is a personal favourite of mine :’))))

since i’m dYING for a doctors au and basically none exist i gave in and wrote one myself sdjkhfkasj title comes from Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer bc i wanted something doctor related lmao enjoy <333

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Isak collapses on the counter of the nurses’ station, burying his face in his arms and letting out a pained groan. “Why do I always end up treating Mr Olson? His personal hygiene routine makes me feel like I need to take a turn in the chemical shower.”

Jonas gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and Isak raises his head, using his crossed arms to brace himself against the counter while he looks forlornly from Jonas to Mahdi. “What did I do to deserve this?” he moans. “Is this what I spent a million years at med school for?”

“Just be thankful you’re not the one giving him a sponge bath,” Mahdi reminds him with a grimace.

“Or helping him to the bathroom,” Jonas shudders and Isak feels a little better.

“Are you guys on break soon?” Isak asks hopefully. “I wanna get lunch.” Not that he has much of an appetite after that but he needs coffee.

“We can probably sneak away when Eva gets back,” Jonas says, glancing up at the clock.

“I think Mags is finishing up his rounds soon too,” Mahdi adds, taking out his phone presumably to text Magnus – which isn’t exactly professional but all their patients are safely in their beds, they don’t need to know.

Isak is about to ask if they’ve heard what the cafeteria special is today when two hands are suddenly gripping his waist and making him jump. He whirls around, half-expecting to find one of his handsier patients, and rolls his eyes when his gaze lands on Even.

“Did I scare you?” Even asks teasingly, waggling his eyebrows as he leans casually against the counter beside Isak.

“Never,” Isak scoffs, sending a fierce scowl in Jonas’ direction when he catches him smirking at them both. Jonas is under the ridiculous impression he and Even have a crush on each other which is not true.

“Did I hear you discussing lunch plans?” Even asks then, smile softening when he looks at Isak but still bright enough to make Isak’s stomach trip over itself.

(Okay, maybe it’s a little true.)

Even in his paediatrics scrubs covered in yellow ducks and his white lab coat, with his quiff wilting and probably running on about five hours sleep, Even still manages to look devastatingly handsome. Isak is both jealous and a little turned on, to be honest.

“Yeah, I was gonna grab something while I’ve got time between rounds,” Isak says.

“But we’re still waiting for Eva to come back to man the station before we leave,” Jonas explains.

“Hey, did you see Mags?” Mahdi asks. “He should be finishing up soon, right?”

Magnus works in paediatrics with Even and every kid that comes into the hospital absolutely adores the both of them. Isak’s not surprised with their sunny demeanours and caring personalities. They always know just how to make the kids calm down and make them feel comfortable staying in the ward. He can’t imagine two better people for the job.

“He’ll probably be awhile. Emilie is back again so…” Even trails off but the others nod in understanding. Emilie has been coming to the hospital since she was a toddler and since Magnus was an intern. They still can’t pin down an official diagnosis for her but Magnus is incredibly attached.

“Well, why don’t you two just go for lunch and we can join later?” Jonas offers, throwing Isak a subtle grin like he just did him a favour. Isak hates him a little – and loves him a lot. “Who knows when Eva will be back?”

“If you’re sure?” Even checks, turning to Isak with a beaming smile after both Mahdi and Jonas nod their acquiescence. “Looks like I get to steal you for a while.”

“You’re not a very good kidnapper if you tell me in advance,” Isak points out, making Even bark out a laugh.

“Whatever. Dump your lab coat in the locker room and grab your hoodie,” Even says, latching onto Isak’s arm and tugging on it. “I’m taking you out for lunch; that cafeteria food isn’t good for us.” With a quick wave at Mahdi and Jonas, Even starts dragging him away from the nurses’ station and Isak is helpless but to follow him.

After depositing their coats in the locker room and changing into their regular jackets Even eagerly leads them out of the main entrance of the hospital and sets them off down the street.

“Where are we going?” Isak asks – not that he really cares when he gets to spend time alone with Even but it seems like the appropriate question to ask.

“What about that café at the end of the street?” Even asks, nodding vaguely in the direction of said café. “They do good sandwiches and stuff.”

“Why can’t we just get a kebab?” Isak complains, hiding his smile in the collar of his bomber jacket when his words have the desired effect of making Even sigh dramatically.

“Isak, you’re a doctor,” Even chastises. “Kebabs are not a substantial meal to get you through the day.”

“But cheese toasties are?” Isak asks wryly.

Even casts him a sidelong glance, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well, my ones are.”

“Then why aren’t we going back to Casa Bech Næsheim?”

“Too far,” Even answers as if Isak hadn’t been joking. “Don’t worry; I’ll make you dinner someday.”

Isak falters at that, stumbling a step and hurriedly righting himself again before Even notices. It’s- see, sometimes Even says things and it- it makes it sound like Jonas might actually be right…

But Isak mostly tries to push it out of his head. Relationships between colleagues are complicated and besides, he values Even’s friendship so much he can’t imagine fucking that up if he were wrong. Even has been there for him since Isak’s very first day when he was a useless intern having a panic attack in a closet after witnessing a patient crash.

Even had just started his first year fully qualified and had helped Isak calm down and bought him hot chocolate afterwards before totally covering for his ass with the other doctors when they came back to the ward. He’s one of Isak’s oldest friends at the hospital – besides Sana who he actually entered the programme with – and Isak doesn’t know what he’d do without him.

“You will?” Isak asks, belatedly with surprise too evident in his voice.

But Even takes his response in his stride and flashes Isak a grin. “Of course! I can’t always feed you takeout, I’m definitely not leading by example.” He pauses to laugh before looking excitedly at Isak again. “Tell you what, next time we both have a Friday night off I’ll blow you away with my culinary skills.”

The chances of them both having a Friday night off are pretty much slim to none at the moment but Isak lets himself hope anyway. “Deal.”

Lunch is nice. Neither of them get called back to the hospital so they can actually eat in peace and they try their best to keep their conversation off their patients. It’s not easy considering both of their social lives are basically non-existent at the moment but still. Even tells him about his friends and some new bar they’d found last week when Even had actually been able to join them for drinks. Isak mostly talks about Eskild since he’s the only person in Isak’s life not related to the hospital somehow, telling Even about the movie night they’d had the other night when Isak had gotten home at a reasonable time for once.

“A movie night!” Even exclaims. “That’s what we’re doing when I cook for you. I need to educate you.”

“I know plenty about movies!” Isak protests and that’s a big fat lie, honestly.

Even gives him a disbelieving look. “No offence, Isak. I love you and everything but you’re horribly uncultured.”

Isak would hit back with a quick retort – he really would – but his brain is a little too stuck on the first half of Even’s sentence. He knows he doesn’t mean it like that, he knows Even is kidding, but try telling his heart and his overactive imagination that.

“We should probably get back,” Even says with a sigh, checking his watch after what feels like far too little time.

Isak nods and tries in vain to fight Even for the check but Even bats him away with a pointed, “Nope! My treat.”

God, he makes it so fucking hard for it not to feel like a date.

“What time are you finished today?” Isak asks when they’re walking back. Tomorrow’s his afternoon shift and he’s itching to get a chance to hang out with Even for a little longer on his own. They’ve barely seen each other in the past couple of weeks with the hospital getting increasingly busier as the cold weather settles in, making the number of road accidents skyrocket. And every time they are around each other everyone else is usually around too. Which, Isak likes everyone else…just not as much as he likes Even.

“I’m on call until Friday,” Even says with a half-smile, looking more resigned than happy about the fact. “So the likelihood of me actually getting to sleep in my own bed tonight is pretty slim.”

Isak’s shoulders drop and he tries not let his dejectedness show. Even probably spots it anyway – he’s way too adept at reading Isak. Throwing his arm over Isak’s shoulder, he reels him in close, tucking Isak against his side. After a moment of mild panic, Isak manages to relax into him.

“Swing by the on-call room when you’re done later and give me a hug before you go,” he says, squeezing Isak’s shoulder. “It’ll get me through a night of interrupted sleep on a shitty bed.”

Again, sometimes Even says things.

Still, Isak is helpless to deny him, reluctantly slipping out from underneath Even’s arm as they step through the hospital doors.

When they’re changing back into their lab coats in the locker room Even stops just before they’re about to part ways. “So can I expect a call from Dr Valtersen later?” he checks, eyes sparkling and playful and making Isak desperately wish kissing was a regular thing they did.

Instead, he steels himself, gives Even his signature charming smile and says, “Just for you.”

Isak can’t wait for the end of his shift.

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