#hes actually dialtone coded

[6swife]

" The doctor will see you now . "

say hi to Mr Star(k) everynyan . I decided to share this a little unstable fellow on another socmed bc I need people to see my creation

small fun facts about him:

✧ the only reason why he's named Mr Star(k) is because of the fucking "Mr Stark I don't feel so good" meme . I thought it'd be funny .

✧ morally ambiguous sweetheart — he's too busy to play psychiatrist with patients who won't listen but he will be more than happy to help you if you want to be saved

✧ doesn't speak whatsoever and if he does it's very tiny sentences or words to elaborate on people's conditions or tell you to get out of his face

✧ genuinely is the two extremes of the caring spectrum . He doesn't give a single fuck about the people around him except his patients and one single friend— and that care he holds for them goes to levels of doing anything and I mean ANYTHING for their joy and wellbeing

✧ I have 0 explanation as to why I gave him ribbons instead of plant vines or something to show his emotions . I think it looks cute and I think he thinks so too .

✧ I feel like he probably isn't aware people can care or love him the way he loves and cares for them . Like that shit confuses him to hell and back .

✧ regarding his extreme care for the patients , he counts their deaths and allows these losses to haunt him for years and years on end in his life for the amount of people he failed 💞

✧ he is a fucking overgrown Glow Plant . Like his parents were just people who had him as a decoration before they suddenly had a flower toddler in their kitchen .

kin onion by @/galaxymooing !!

[neptunianrefrain]

my real actual life got in the way, so it's time to play catch up! this post will be a compilation of all days missed.

OC-tober day 4 - underappreciated OC -skipped

sorry for skipping a mandatory day, but literally none of my ocs specifically come to mind. because like all of them are because i forget they exist, there's no one guy that specifically gets that title. and i'm not drawing all of them there's TOO MANY

OC-tober day 5 - redesigned OC - skipped

no specific redesign i want to talk about :P

OC-tober day 6 - past

not many of my ocs get backstories, since i don't often have them for long enough to care about those sorts of things... but all of the ocs i've spoken about so far do have at least something within their past! so let's talk about them!

gio was born in the philippines, to a family who didn't really want him. his original birth name was marikit. through some kind of program he was adopted out to a family in canada. this family adopted 3 other children due to fertility issues, though they did manage to have one biological child. they let him change his name to georgia. his life was pretty normal. in his teens, he started to figure out he was trans. by the time it started to click, his mom died. so that kind of got in the way of things. there's also an abusive ex somewhere in there but i haven't figured that bit out. anyways now he's an adult and looking into transitioning. now his name is giovanni. he really likes g names. he fully transitions over the course of several years. during this time, somewhere towards the end of his transition hes like late 20s or something, he meets and soon falls in love with a guy named michael (who belongs to my moirail @dialtone-town,) starting a long and loving relationship. eventually mike's sibling dies and mike fucks off to new jersey. this fucks gio up for a while! and eventually he has to go to new jersey for work shit. and he meets mike again. and theyre friends now yaaay

starlight has a vague backstory involving his development, as he was a custom order. there were several prototypes made of him, that still exist somewhere probably. they're more so an oc that exists to exist instead of an oc that exists for a story.

victor is still very new, but i did come up with the idea that her coding - that is to say the very makeup of her being - was intentionally messed with by another gem to create a reliable hitman, though they fucked up and victor immediately killed them, now continuing to kill as she lacks purpose beyond this.

chartreuse probably served the gempire at some point. eventually rebelled and had a bit of a turbulent life, had a best friend for a while but he fucked off and became a massive bitch. now she's part of a major rebel group, serving as the lead engineer.

OC-tober day 7 - likes

most of my ocs like similar things to me, or things that fit their sort of vibe. it's kind of hard for me to come up with likes and dislikes sometimes... but i try my best!

gio loves all kinds of video games, particularly liking ones with interesting stories or game mechanics. he also tends to enjoy science fiction, liking both sleek and elegant futuristic tech, and rough and war torn machinery. he watched some anime as a teen, and still finds new animanga to enjoy to this day.

starlight enjoys futuristic themes and styles, such as cyberpunk, and cassette futurism. he also enjoys fashion, especially alternative styles. and by god does he love playing weird indie video games. sometimes he does play more normal video games. sometimes. loves music, genre and language mattering not. he WOULD pass those "do you really listen to anything" tests. he also loves creation, making art and music and writing. he loves creating as much as he loves looking into what others have made.

uhh victor. victor likes killing people. chartreuse uhh. she likes something probably.

i have other ocs i cld maybe put here but i don't want to introduce them now. blehh

[skylerfurmaniac-deactivated]

HELLO MY CHEOTIC MANIC FRIEND, I WANTED TO ASK

Wana spill a bit out your ocs/persona :3?

.......gyaghgjbdhgsfjhghjkfhgjsf uuuuuuuh

welp now I feel obliged to just give you every single one of my oc and shit and a bit behind them sooo

this is gonna be a long post lol uh

everything underneath the keep reading!!

SKYLER:

They are my persona! they are everything I want to be and how I want to look like! They're personality is the same as mine and, everything else lol

-5'6

-they/them

-is a god don't ask

-MAJOR TRAUMA lol duh

-they can't die, yet they kinda want to

-has insanity attacks

-also if they loss control of themself, they kinda turn into a monster and rage havoc and murder if no one stops them

-only a few can stop them, having to be a close friend or lover (spamton)

-when they fall into the dark world, they start getting possessed by the "other being" (us)

-they fight with it, being able to have control, but sometimes its to much, and the player takes control for a bit

-they are a god so that's why they can gain control easier

oh yeah they do have a dark world outfit! I just made it yesterday lol

anyways I'm getting an actual ref for the dark world and regular self stuff lol

they have daggers >:3

SPAMTON EX/DIALTONE/DIAL:

its my spamton ex, needeth anymore explanation?

well I guess a bit

uh

-showhost, the show is called "THE BIG SHOT SHOW!" and its a game show, but it also can range into other things

-also has a phoneline on where you can call him!! (spamton's asks lol)

-10'8 he's tall

-since he's like half robot, he puts his like, entire code into a hard drive, so if anything happens, you can just repair his body a bit, put in the hard drive, and he's back!

-he has wings, but they are kinda small, and he's a bit embarrassed about them, so he usually keeps them hidden away unless he really likes you and trusts you <3

-yes, he does have a bit of ADHD and autism, but not too much where it really affects stuff, he just stims and some other stuff

-VERY STUBBORN

-if you get to him, he's actually a very great lover, and will give you a lot of affection, but he just is not the best with it in public, kinda shy about it tbh

-he/it pronouns

HARVET:

this is Harvet! she goes by she/they pronouns and are a bit of a goth lol

-20 years old

-likes rock

-secretly gay lol

-has a crush on Nieve :3

-trans!

-5'11

i don't have enough info on them yet sadly :/

NIEVE:

my other blorbo and the one that Harvet has a crush on lol. Tjhey are so innocent to this world yet at the same time can will kill you =)

-19 years old

-she/her pronouns

-is into drawing and likes animals

-the rainbow and sparkles kind of person in the group :D

-5'8

-is questioning if she is gay or not

same thing as Harvet lol

SILVIA:

my fursona :3

-7'8

-they/them

-dragon :3

SANTUILUS/SAMMY:

oc from spamton!! so yeah

uh

-17 or 18 years old still kinda deciding

-autistic & adhd

-cant remember anything past like 9-10 years old

-doesn't remember how he got those scars

-8'6 feet tall

-pronouns he/it/they

-They're a little shy baby, and has a lot of social anxiety, but if it finds just this one person, lover or just friend, you will the most important thing to him

-he doesn't have a lot of people to interact with sadly

-touch starved

-has trama lol, but it doesn't remember even half of it until, like later XD

-he still tries they're best with everyone, even if it gets a bit scared with it ,:)

-has some panic attacks, but he isn't to mentally damage, don't worry

annnd that's it!!!

:D

I hope you enjoyed my rambles about my characters lol

[fardell24b]

Quinn’s Code - Morgendorffers in the Woods - Conclusion

Quinn’s Code 09: Morgendorffers in the Woods Conclusion

The Morgendorffers were gathered around a fire...

“Then lying there in the darkness, the boy heard a tiny splashing sound. Like waves on a faraway shore. Except, the nearest ocean was a hundred miles away. The boy reached out for his sleeping father... but he was gone. Shaking with fear, the boy stumbled out of the rickety lean-to.”

And that was when he saw it! His father, sitting alone at the campfire. Alone... with a whole case of beer! The selfish old bastard was wasted again.”

 Daria and Quinn stared at their father, bored.

  Later, they stared at their mother, bored.

  “Your turn, Quinn,” Helen said.

 “Finally!” Quinn said.

Quinn's Tale

“In a time not so long ago, there lived this girl...”

 Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

1 April 2004

Kelly Wong logged into her Ultima Online account...

  Ultima Online World

Cove Orc Fort

Kelly's avatar appeared in the game world.

 Nothing was out of the usual for the Cove Orc Fort, absolutely nothing. Kelly had no reason to suspect otherwise. Not yet...

 She met with several of her online friends. One whom she expected to be there wasn't there. “Guys? Where's Neornrzeb?” she asked.

 “No idea,” one said.

 “He said he going to be here.”

 “He isn't.”

 Kelly didn't like this; Neornrzeb was the most dependable member of the group. “We'll wait a few more minutes,” she decided.

 “Sure.”

  They waited for five minutes. “OK, that's long enough,” Kelly decided. “Let's just do this.”

 The others reluctantly agreed. Then something happened. A wind blew up, and the walls of the Fort briefly flickered in and out of existence.

 Kelly jumped out of her seat! “What the hell?” she exclaimed. She sat back down.

“What was that?” One of the others asked.

 “No idea,” another said.

 Kelly calmed down. “It's just a glitch,” she said.

 “Are you sure?” the first asked.

 “Yes!” Kelly said.

 Moving together they began to head towards the exit of the fort.

  Outside the Cave Orc Fort

The avatars exited the Cave Orc Fort instance.

 Immediately they were attacked by large rats.

 That was a problem. For one thing, there were not supposed to be Giant Rats near the Cave Orc Fort.

 “This is not right!” Kelly said. She could see that all of the avatars were losing hit points...

  Within a minute, all the players had been defeated.

  Back in the Cave Orc Fort

The players all respawned.

 “That's not supposed to happen. Those rats were of too high a level,” one said.

 “And there aren't supposed to be giant rats in that area,” Kelly said.

 “Let's try again.”

  Outside the Cave Orc Fort

The avatars exited the Cave Orc Fort instance, again...

 This time the game flickered. Suddenly giant rats appeared again. “Back in the Fort,” Kelly shouted, into the microphone. However, something eldritch appeared alongside the rats.

 Kelly squealed, and closed the client with a quick Alt-F4...

  Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

Kelly was even more afraid. What was going wrong? She was still wearing the headset. “Let's play tomorrow,” she told her friends.

 They all agreed.

Unfortunately as the days passed, more uncanny events occurred each time they attempted to play the game. Each day, each guild member dropped off to play other games, or in a few cases stopped gaming altogether.

Finally Kelly was on her own, and looking for others to join the delapidated guild. However the final thing was so horrifying that she could not sleep either that night, or the next.

  Quinn's Tale ends

“...And so she never played Ultima Online again!”

 “I don't get it. If it's all in a computer, how can it be scary? Other than how computers are scary normally, of course?” Jake asked.

 “It's like a horror movie, only more interactive,” Daria said.

 “Kelly was really into that game...” Quinn said.

 “Ok, Daria, your turn,” Helen said.

  Sunday, February 11, 2006

“Daria, Quinn, get up. I need you. Your father's in a sickening mood.”

 “Are they decent, Helen?”

 “Yes, Jake.”

 Helen backed out and Jake put his head and a branch of berries into the tent. “Up and at 'em, ladies! Time to join the forest morning, already in progress. Breakfast is on Mother Nature. Yum! Meet you around the fire in five minutes!” He went.

 Helen came back. “Please, girls. I'm afraid I may hurt him.”

  Later...

“Was that breakfast great, kiddo?” Jake asked.

 “Actually, uh, I'm not a real berry person, Dad. I sort of didn't eat mine. I'm waiting for lunch,” Daria said.

 “Oh, well, you're gonna love my roasted acorns a la Jake!” He paused. “Can you believe the whole continent used to look like this?”

 “It makes me yearn for the past.”

 They came to a fork in the trail. One side has a sign saying DANGER! TRAIL WASHED OUT . “Look at that, Daria: a fork in the trail. If you go one way, you can't go the other.”

 “This is going to depress me, isn't it?”

 “This way over here leads to an entry-level job. A little bit of money in your pocket. Soon, you're wearing a suit and tie every day like all the other faceless saps, living in a boring little house in a bland little town, and doing so well you're in debt up to your disappearing hair! That's where that trail leads, Daria.”

 “I guess that other trail is the one that leads to personal and spiritual satisfaction. That's why they don't want you to take it.”

 “Dammit, Daria! You're brilliant!” Jake said, as he climbed over the sign. He walked down the closed trail...

 “Wait! It was a joke!”

  Helen and Quinn were behind the other two.

“I wish your father would stay where we can see him.”

 “What's Dad so worked up about, anyway?”

 “Oh, Quinn. It's not easy being an adult.”

 “Is he having a mid life crisis?”

 “That is one way of saying it.Iit's hard for you to understand. You're like a fresh new bud, just on the threshold of opening.”

 “Ewww! Mom! You're not going to talk about puberty, are you?”

 “Quinn, everywhere you look you see doors opening. Everywhere your father looks, he sees doors closing. A long corridor of doors slamming shut, and at the very end, there is one open door he must someday enter... and never may he return. I can't go on. Leave me here.”

 “Mom?” Quinn was worried. Helen's eyes were dilated. “Oh no! I knew that those berries were bad!”

 “Go on, Quinn. You're so young, so beautiful. You should lead the tribe into the new century.”

 “Mom! I'm staying with you!”

 “Now go tell Gray Fox I have given my blessing.” Helen passed out.

 “This is not good! Just as well I didn't eat the berries!” Quinn decided for some drastic action. “Daria!”

  “Dad, I don't think this is a good idea,” Daria said as they continued down the washed out trail.

 “It's not cautious, is it, Daria? It's not the sort of thing a responsible family man would do.”

 “Are you feeling okay? You look kind of pale.”

 “Maybe you think we should go be to camp, huh? You go back to camp, Daria! I'm going to see what... who is down this trail. You hear that, old man? I don't care what happens to me Daria! I'm past feeling pain.” He ran into a tree. “Ow! Dammit!”

 They then heard Quinn calling.

 “Come on, Dad. Quinn needs us.”

  “Quinn? What's wrong with Mom?”

 “She ate those berries! She was hallucinating and now she's unconscious. I can't rouse her!”

 “This is serious!” Daria agreed.

 “Helen?”

 Helen then stirred. “Wha...? Oh! Jake, honey, you had us a little worried.”

 “You had us worried, Mom,” Quinn said.

 “No, honey, the tide! I was saying we ought to set sail while the tide's still high.”

 “Oh no!” Quinn said. “What ever was wrong with her Mom before, was still in her system.

 “Sure! If we try to sail at low tide and ran aground, we'd be sitting ducks for Captain Cutless' men,” Jake said. His eyes were just as dialated as those of his wife... “I don't know about you, but I don't want to be skinned alive and thrown to the sharks, right girls? Come on, let's go gather some provisions!”

 “What are we to do? We have no means of contacting the outside world!” Quinn said. She collapsed to her knees, clasped her hands to her chest, and looked up with a pleading expression. “Whatever, or whoever is there. Please help!”

 “Quinn?” However before Daria could interupt Quinn's prayer she could hear Helen's dialtone coming from somewhere. “Rely on Mother's hypocrisy to see us through this crisis.” She found the phone and answered it.

 “Helen, do you have a few minutes to go over these depositions?” It was her boss, Eric Schector.

 “She'll have to call you back.” She dialed 911.

 “Thank goodness!” Quinn said as she got up.

  Later, after a helicopter rescue and Helen and Jake having their stomachs pumped the Morgendorffers were home again.

 On a whim, Daria called Jane. “Yol”

 “What are you doing home?”

 “What are you?”

 “My parents went crazy from eating psychotropic berries, so we were evacuated from the woods and they had their stomachs pumped.”

 “Wow, that's cool. My family was already crazy without any berries, so Trent and I evacuated ourselves to the airport in my aunt's rental car and flew the hell out of there.”

 “Oh. Well, anything else new?”

 “Nah. You?”

 “Nah.”

  Shortly afterwards, Quinn called Cindy. “Hi, Quinn. How was the trip?”

 “Terrible! My parents ate these weird berries, and they ended up having their stomach's pumped!”

 “That's not good. Who's stupid enough to just eat any berries that they find?”

 “My Dad, it seems,” Quinn answered.

 “I hope he learned his lesson.”

 “I hope so, I don't want to lose him. And it cost sixteen thousand dollars for the helicopter ride!”

 “That's exorbitant!”

 “I know!”

[moderndayhawkeye-blog]

The Beginning

This is probably my 5th or so attempt to begin writing a blog, all of which have failed due to my laziness, my love of doing nothing besides checking Facebook for the third time in the past seven minutes, and getting drunk and singing along to my whiny playlist (soon to be a running theme throughout this blog). Plus, you know the medicine thing.

I’m a newly minted doctor (straight outa residency yo’) stationed in Korea to cure whatever ails our Army soldiers (Which for the most part is ouchy ankles and knees). That brings me to the handle I so wittingly created for myself for all of you MASH fans out there.  I only need my own vodka distillery for martini usage, and I’m basically the same guy.  But we’ll also get to that later.

My first foray into ‘blogging’, journaling, or typing away my hard fought feelings was probably around high school. It was strange times back then, Al Gore had just invented the internet and to spend time on this gateway to knowledge and porno superhub required the 45 second long ear drilling dial-up noise that will forever be etched into my brain. Now to not tie up the phone line, internet usage was best used after everyone had gone to bed in my house and I could easily leave the connection brewing to download the latest secret blink-182 track on Kazaa (Ha! Nostalgia! This has basically turned into a shitty buzzfeed article). Anyway, the dial up ringtone was complete with the screeching, clicking and ghost murder and was the only gateway to this great series of tubes of information the internet had to offer. Of course the actual noise was uncontrollable with your standard computer volume switch. No, this bastard had to be snuffed out like the guy you ran over last summer (Nostalgia!). Because of the aforementioned late night connection to hear Tom Delonge finally tell you how to feel about that girl that’s ignoring you at school (Why Janet? Brad was such an asshole) if you didn’t smother it like a golddigger at her 90 y/o husbands’ deathbed, your parents would send you straight to your room without knowing how exactly tell Janet how you felt in the best 3 chord way possible.

That was a long digression, sorry. But those dialtones were fucking awful.

So back in those days, those in my high school (primarily the girls I wanted to impress, except that terrible Janet who couldn’t see how fucking bad Brad was for her) all decided to open up a blog on the website freeopendiary.com. It was probably my favorite website name, just so I could drop freeopendiary.com whenever my dad asked what I was doing to kill whatever faith he had in me being a man.  So everyone (the women) in our school mandated that we should get one of these blogs to passive aggressively missile each other into the ground. Didn’t like someone who stole your fruit cup at lunch? Go to freeopendiary and call them a slut, under a pseudonym say, subtlety30. Necklace bestie ditch you for that douche on the football team thereby violating code 5-346 of the lady doctrine (the hoes before bros compromise of 1876)? Trash her all over the diary.  As you could tell, these blogs were only used for the advancement of mankind.  I remember one witch hunt specifically about a certain someone who commented ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ or ‘2 dollar bukkake face’ on my girlfriend’s blog because my ladyfriend had a interweb laden ‘airing of passive aggressive grievances’. A world wide web of festivus if you will. I naturally stood up for my beau, by vigorously questioning anyone I could in our school, anyone who would be afraid of my 160 pound frame. Despite my vigor and intimidation, we never found the culprit, and the diary fad kinda died out shortly thereafter. As for my writing at the time, mostly quoting whiny rock and beginner level sarcasm strewn about.

I then went to college and my sarcasm progressed, and I began to journal. Never really anything special, just when I got rejected by the pretty co-ed for the fourth time that semester I’d go home and cry on my keyboard while most of my entries were as poignant as “WHHHHYYYYYYHHY don’t girls like me? My mom always told me I was handsome as a kid, why can’t these girls see that”, then I’d call my mom to reaffirm my supermodel like looks.

Given my affinity for sarcasm, I tried to apply to the school paper as a humor journalist, but they thought me so funny that they didn’t respond to my email. I basically blew it out of the water that hard that I was too good for the newspaper. Yeah, that’s what I’m sticking with. Most of my writing at that point was lost to a crashing hard drive that definitely had nothing to do with porn.

After undergrad, I ended up moving back home which was about 3-4 hours away from most my college friends  at the time. Having a couple jobs and a car whose engine block was about to fall through the frame of the car, I wasn’t able to see them as one would hope, so I began to write Facebook notes to try keep everyone up to speed of my application to med school and the shenanigans that soon followed. It was also a nudge to all my friends to let them know that I was still alive in the frozen tundra of the north.  That lasted two weeks, until I decided most of my time was better spent eating Chicago style pizza at the pizza place I worked at. (I got hefty that year in between college and med school, but it was delicious).

Throughout med school the journaling somewhat continued but was stymied by studying, studying, and estudiar. The same occurred during residency, with some outliers when I would journal away my loneliness as many neckbeards had before me.

That brings me to today, where I’ve decided to give blogging a shot again. I’ll generally use this blog to write about my life, my thoughts,  and medicine if I get angry about something in particular, that is until I get bored or a new Witcher game comes out. That game stole all my free time for a year. Anyway, follow along if you so choose. Or don’t. Meh.

And here, we, go.