#hospital kiosk

[panashifzco]

Hospital Kiosk

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Give your patients the best healthcare experience possible with Panashi's smart hospital system.

Our innovative smart hospital system includes a bedside station terminal, check-in and patient guide kiosk, hospital mobile app, interior navigation within the hospital grounds, and asset tracking.

[superbharmonytrash]

  Hospitality kiosk Digitos.org

Self-service kiosks are widely used in the hospitality industry to provide guests with a convenient and efficient experience. Some common uses of self-service kiosks in hospitality include:

Check-in/Check-out: guests can check-in and check-out using self-service kiosks, reducing the need for them to wait in line for assistance from hotel staff.

Room Service: guests can place room service orders using self-service kiosks, allowing them to view menu options, make selections, and track the status of their order.

Information and Services: guests can access information about hotel amenities, local attractions, and services using self-service kiosks, or request assistance from hotel staff.

Loyalty Programs: guests can enroll in or track their loyalty rewards programs, or redeem points for upgrades, lounge access, or other benefits.

Payment and Billing: guests can use self-service kiosks to pay for their stay, view their bill, or make changes to their payment method.

The use of self-service kiosks in the hospitality industry can help improve operational efficiency, reduce wait times, and enhance the guest experience. It can also allow hotels to gather valuable data about guest behavior and preferences, which can inform business decisions and marketing strategies.

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[ariathelamia]

Hellhound HRT Month 9.5, (4 month Wolf, 5.5 month Hellhound)

Warning: This story gets a bit dark at the end.

Tic Tacs and New Clothes… 

Well… This little segment is gonna be hard to remember…. but remember I must… … since I myself… actually am unable to write or record anything right now but… ngh… better recount the steps on what got me into this predicament… 

So there I was, strolling down the shopping street of Hyper City, slurping some cold soda I got from the restaurant since I really needed something to keep me cool today. Since I pretty much burned through all my favorite shirts and tops except for this one, trying to get a hang on that flaming core of mine. Speaking of! Something I noticed about the fur on my chest is that some of it started to get REALLY solid… From the looks of it, the texture it’s taking on really reminds me of what Nyarlathotep and Mars have on their heads… I believe I remember Mars calling it a “crest”, another sign that I myself am not just becoming any kinda hellhound… but an Eldritch one. Don’t think I ever heard of something like that existing, which means there’s no one I can really ask about what to expect but to be fair… when was this ever the case in my transition, ever since I did that ritual. I shrug to myself, thinking that hey, just gotta be the first one so I can teach others that might choose this down the line~ sorta like Felic- i mean Felix that helped me figure out how to work my tail. Thinking about that just made me kinda excited, and I just had to give that pill bottle in my pocket a little tab… why was I so goddamn stupid to bring it with me… 

I decided to go get some tic tacs at a kiosk, was craving sweets that day like crazy! 

Putting those in my left pocket I strolled down the street, without a care when I accidentally bumped into someone…. A woman, not much taller than I was in a blue dress, I got worried that I might have hurt her… maybe she bumped into my chest? I didn't know so I sprung up and helped her. Looks like i wasn’t the first person she bumped into today, and she decided to be kind enough to suddenly and unexpectedly pat the dirt off my pants and shirt. I was trying my best to keep her hand that was patting my shirt from accidentally touching my crest so she didn’t cut or burn herself. After she was satisfied she stood straight, dusted herself off as well and then looked me in the eyes… something about them was odd… they were kinda… glassy, oh god was she about to cry?... no it seemed different... (Of course it felt different-... that's when it must have happened-... god i was such an idiot.. AM such an idiot-... urgh… focus FOCUS!!) 

We… said our goodbyes and she left down the road smiling… I sighed, put my hand into my right pocket and pulled out the little tic tac bottle… popped two into my mouth and-... god they tasted weird…  still sweet but something about them was off… they melted quickly and i decided to just shrug it off to my taste being different now, and headed to my destination.

A friend of mine told me how, when she transitioned into a Lamia, she definitely needed some fitting clothes that also kept her warm and mobile, and found this pretty awesome place that apparently other people she knew frequented and keeps all kinds of pretty cool clothes for pretty much any kinda therian out there.  So yeah i hoped they also had something fireproof that doesn’t melt or burn away, but also got more style than that stupid blue and gray hospital shirt they gave me in bulk…

So yeah I ended up finding that place pretty quickly, the “Heart Mender Boutique”. Looked pretty neat from the outside… but something made my hair stand up for a second when I decided to enter…  By now I could already tell, something bigger hid in this place. But I just shrugged it off, popped a few more tic tacs from my dispenser I grabbed out of my right pocket.. must have been like… 10 or 12 at once… after all the first two pretty much disappeared right away. That same shiver ran through my body again and I had to stop myself from gagging… even though the taste didn't seem so bad?? damn my body was getting weird (... getting weird my ass…) …. Anyway I looked around for a second by myself, checking some of the strange designs they had, some of these shirts were HUUUUGE, others really freaking tiny… some had extra sleeves for wings or extra arms… some were a bit more loose which probably could fit some nice amount of furr in, without pressing it all against your body… pant’s with tail holes… clothes that were waterproof… there were even some labeled to be “Shapeshift resistant”... still wonder how THAT works… but i couldn’t really find the fireproof ones… if they even had any… so I had decided to look around for some customer service… Didn’t take me long to find some that seemed to know what they were doing. There was a older woman, dressed in a lavender dress and a purple overcoat, neat dark purple hairstyle and a certain skin complexion that i just couldn’t remember the name of, even if i tried, who did later introduce herself as Willow, talking to another, younger employee with messy long hair and a clothing style that was quite more my kinda thing, which i would find out is called Samara. I approached the two since I weirdly felt even the slightest bit of a connection to them in my gut, waving to the two and interrupting their talk.

As it turned out I hit the jackpot since Willow was apparently one of the owners of the store, who was quite happy to help me out. Not that the other one wasn’t giving me a few looks up and down, already checking me out to probably see what kinda clothes could fit… though now that i think back on it… she did seem a bit tense after i approached… just like willow… but i just wrote it off to having been suddenly pulled out of their conversation by a hellhound with a smoking hot top… literally. Anyway after I put out the smolder on my shirt, I got led to a section of the store I must have missed before. She showed me how some of these clothes here were worn by all kinds of species with a bit more heat to go around… elementals, dragons… and apparently we also found something that seemed to be quite a fit for me. Some neat shirts with logos of bands and places I never heard of… but seemed to be popular where Willow came from. Turns out these were apparently styles from, what i knew as the “Sonic and Shadow” franchise, which i formerly thought were simply video games… leave it to Hyper City’s connection to basically every kinda dimension to make you realize that… reality is a lot more wobbly than you thought, (and that comes from someone who’s been pulled through eldritch dimensions).  While I was picking out some clothes, with the help of Willow and Samara, having a nice chat with them about our… quite similar experiences when it came to interactions with other citizens, we were approached by a third person… A man that looked about the age of Willow, his hair was slightly graying, styled in dreadlocks with a few golden ornaments, glasses just like Willow… a large loose overcoat with simple beige pants and a black shirt. Now with all three around me I couldn't help but notice that… the feeling I had when I stepped into this building was largely coming from the presence these three gave off… I meant to mention it in our talk but… well lets just say the man who introduced himself as Dominic, apparently the husband of Willow, seemed to be quiet… intrigued by me… as in… he started to hide his real intend of “interviewing” me, with casual smalltalk and a lot of questions. He was very formal.. like.. uncomfortably so, but that's probably just a me thing since formality to me is just uninteresting behavior… I usually keep stuff close to the chest and speak my mind as thought. Anyway he asked me a bunch of stuff about my transition, how it’s going, what kinda other changes could be expected so that we could look for clothing that has those in mind… I didn't know it was just odd to me so I kept the fact I clocked them as other eldritch beings to myself for now. They were very good at hiding that fact but… I have been around mars and that stupid tentacle bitch enough to be able to kinda.. feel that connection and recognize it, even if it is as well hidden as theirs is.

Why did I hide it? … Well my record with eldritch has been 50/50 right now, and i don’t know if these are like mars who transitioned… or like Nyarlarthotep who were born this way and i didn’t wanna get more eyes like THAT on me… 

I tried to keep my answers as short and truthful as I can, while still just trying to pick out some clothes for myself. They were nice overall but that could be just a charade… maybe… urgh i hate how paranoid i have become… if only i had talked to them more openly… maybe what happened later could have been prevented… maybe they could have helped out now… 

I did end up buying a bunch of clothes to replace those i lost, taking a quick look at the “looking for part timers” poster behind the counter and putting that at the back of my head, and popped a few more tic tacs since damn, all that talking and questioning and finding out made the sugar craving pop up again. I did get a quite confused look from Samara who was packing the clothes when I did that… Asking me if that’s normal… I did raise an eyebrow myself, holding out the now almost empty pack of tic tacs to her and asking if she wanted one… she declined quite profusely and just finished packing the bag and handed it to me… maybe she’s allergic?... Are eldritch allergic to tic tacs? WILL I BE ALLERGIC TO THEM? IS THAT WHY THEY TASTED SO FUNNY?!... It’s kinda embarrassing what mental gymnastics i did there…

I grabbed one of those store cards with me and waved them goodbye, vowing to return for some more clothes once I get more money…. I hope I can still keep that vow…. 

Everything seemed perfect… I got a bunch of new clothes… met some quite nice people… had no ill run in with a pedestrian calling me slurs or a danger… and i even finished my pack of tic tacs… I had put my new clothes into my home, actually put one on ‘cause the one I was wearing had a couple burn holes by now… weird how that happened even though i had made sure to keep myself calm and happy at best… anyway i decided to do one last stroll through hyper city to end the day… best decision I made cause otherwise I’d probably be homeless after this. 

While strolling through the streets I ended up noticing that… my legs felt really bad.. like.. they hurt quite a bit so i decided to find a place to sit down… ended up walking into an old skate park i knew was around the corner.. plenty of benches and space here. I was texting my Therapist about the day, her name is Amber, it’s the one Mars frequently goes to and recommended to me. For someone who works with Erian she’s actually quite nice and really helpful! Though while texting my phone suddenly seemed to overheat… luckily i managed to send her a last message about where i’m headed for the night, just to finish off my report of the task she gave me to get those clothes and get some sense of normalcy. 

That's when things got bad… Not only did my phone overheat.. it started to melt in my hand! that's a baaaaaaad sign of overheating for me.. I quickly dropped it to keep the damage minimal and to the casing alone, can’t afford to burn through another-.. and did a check on my core. It was BLINDINGLY bright after i removed the shirt… how did i not notice that?! How did I not notice how hot I was actually getting!? I looked behind me and noticed the smoking smoldering footprints I left behind me and panicked… I NEVER got THAT hot before. I looked down, noticing not only that I pretty much burned off my pants and boots, which were  sadly not AS fire resistant as my top, but also that… I was literally melting the concrete ground beneath me. This is bad… really bad. I did here the clattering of my tic tac pac which must have just fallen through the remains of my pocket, when I noticed something that shook me to the core. In front of my very eyes, that tic tac bottle seemed to shift- INTO THE BOTTLE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HOLD MY HRT MEDS!

How was this- why !? Empty!? when- the tic tacs- oh no… no no no no no NO NO NO!!!!

With that realization… came the pain… like my body was finally allowed to register things again. At a very bad time. The heat was disastrously painful… I felt like I passed out and got jolted up by it alone multiple times before I even hit the floor… hit the floor? When was I even falling… Why couldn’t I feel my feet anymore?!

That question got answered the second I looked down… My feet had literally broken off by the ankles, as I was looking at the crumbling bits of paw formed ashes that used to be MY paws. I clutched my chest as I heard the park's sprinkler system spring to life, though the water even didn’t make it halfway to my body to give me that sweet release of cold I so desperately craved by this point. The park quickly filled up with a thick fog of smoke and steam… and I could feel myself slowly sinking into the ever melting ground beneath me.

By then I also started to lose the feeling in my hands that were clutching my chest… I looked at the slowly graying claws and fingers that broke off of my body, like the ashes of a cigarette that could no longer hold on to the rest of it. I started vomiting up thick globs of red and gold glowing liquids, whose consistency reminded me of magma… were those my organs that melted?!  Probably…

I couldn’t help but be reminded of that time I met Nyarlathotep… she warned me… how I would end up burning up into a pile of ashes… I thought she was just trying to scare me… I never thought she was actually right… 

Tears of the same kinda hot liquid started streaming down my face.. by now the only thing i could feel was heat… and pain… and fear. I didn’t want to die… I DON’T want to die… 

In my head I kept crying out for help… the only thing that kept me from crying out in my voice was that my lower jaw had already turned to ashes itself. Only pathetic noises and yelps of pain came out of that fiery half maw of mine. As my body seemed to be covered by darkness.. and brimstone. 

Something I hadn't noticed and only started to realize later, was that the smoke and steam covered up the strange material that formed out of the molten concrete and whatever my body was leaking at the time… until it formed a hard shell that must look like a black and red glowing blister on the ground.  Despite not having a heart anymore… at least none that i could feel… I could still hear a beat…  The shell itself seems to beat LIKE a heart… with every single one the glow intensifies for a second.. before dying down… The beating of this shell… this Chrysalis… ended up calming me down enough to realize that… the pain was… gone?... I… was gone… but yet I was still here… molten and broken down into what I believe to be a shining sphere of heat… is this what it thought to be my flame organ?.. 

Whatever it is.. it seemed to contain everything of me… my entire being was now condensed to this single, white and gold glowing orb… 

I don’t know what is going on… and I am beginning to more and more lose my grip on reality itself… I keep rerunning these memories in my… i wanna say head but… urgh i don't know!!

I can hear the noise of sirens outside… some people shouting orders… but they are too muffled to make out what they are saying..  I feel myself slipping away again… when will I wake up again?... Will I be able to recount what happened today?... Is it even still today?...

Will “I” even be the one waking up again? … Why can’t I help but imagine this damn grin of Nyarlathotep… telling me in her obnoxious voice how she was right…?

Why is it that I somehow WANT to see her again…? 

Damn… here comes the darkness again-... so… calming… so…

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Edit: FORGOT TO MENTION!! Samara, Willow and Dominic, as well as the Heart Mender Boutique were created by the wonderful @home-sweet-hive and star in his ??? HRT series!! Go check it out!!

Also the Nyarlathotep mentioned in this story appears in @dawning-mars Eldritch HRT! Definitely check it out, it's amazing!! It even has me in it now X3 - Nia

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Saw - A hot Christmas - Door.24

warning : fluff, kissing, cuddling

The Calendar

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Mark : Christmas is not without reason the policeman's favorite time of year. Mainly because the criminals and victims who should end up in the traps are afraid to go out on the street. But the only thing that kept him from his feelings, the anger and the complex to judge was his sweetheart, who he knew would be waiting for him as soon as he got to his apartment. Only this year was a little different. When he opened the door and his voice reached for her, he told her he was back. ,,I'm in the bedroom," she said and heard the older man open the door and turn on the light. But as soon as his eyes settled on her, he paused. An amused grin appeared on his lips when he saw the police costume with the Christmas cap. ,,Well, I have to give my officer a treat," she countered with a grin and got up from the bed, taking the plate of cookies from the bedside table and feeling him pull her towards him. He took one of the cookies and pulled her into an even sweeter kiss. ,,My sweet reward," he mumbled to himself before slowly pulling her towards the bed.

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Strahm : Overtime. Overtime was nothing new, especially on the important days of the year and, of course, at Christmas. It was something he knew was necessary. ,,Necessary as long as I'm always necessary," he muttered angrily and rattled the snack machine until he got the muesli bar. But the smirk on his lips as he thought of her let him know that it was worth staying longer for one thing. He had his pretty wife with him and they were spending Christmas together on the station - there were probably worse things. ,,Sweetheart, tell me, have you-" he wanted to ask her when he came back into the office and his gaze went to her. Instead of the uniform, his wife was suddenly wearing a reddish short dress with a Santa hat and two cups of warm chocolate in her hand, and the grin suggested an activity that would keep them both very warm. ,,Merry Christmas," she murmured and pressed the cocoa into his hand before pulling him towards the small couch that was just big enough for them both. ,,Merry Christmas, darling," he replied and gave her a loving kiss.

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Gordon: Being in hospital at Christmas without his wife and daughter was something that annoyed and saddened him. Having to look after patients until late at night was his job, but his family was waiting for him at home. The beeping of his messenger snapped him out of his thoughts and a smile came to his lips. He loved his family, but he also loved them. His beautiful affair. He went into the small medical room and dot saw his lover in a skimpy nurse's uniform with reindeer ears on her head. ,,Miss, you do realize that anyone could have come in this Christmas Eve?" he asked playfully, his fingers flicking against the horns. The little bells on the fabric jingled slightly. ,,Oh no, and it's Christmas... well, you're standing under mistletoe," the younger girl replied and the blond looked up. He saw the branch hanging there before he put his fingers on her hip and pulled her towards him. ,,Then I'll have to kiss you," he replied and pulled her into a gentle but heartfelt kiss in the small Christmas room.

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Adam: Christmas together with his girlfriend, first at his best friend's Christmas concert. ,,It's Christmas!" he wrote to her over the music and saw her smiling at him, but he knew that she was actually imagining something else. For them, Christmas meant being together, presents, wine, good food and watching the Christmas story on TV. Which is why he took her by the hand during the break, ,,Don't worry babe, I know something better, trust me," he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek, seeing how surprised she was that he had fled the concert. But only moments later as they walked through the streets the lights came on above them and they stopped at the little kiosk and bought a candied apple that it had for the season. Before they went back to his apartment, not knowing that he had asked his other friend to decorate it. ,,Adam, that's really pretty," he heard her murmur as she looked at the Christmas tree before jumping into his arms and smiling as he gave her a kiss. ,,I knew I was the best... Merry Christmas," he replied and looked at the shining big object himself before he felt her lips on his again.

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Eric: Daniel wasn't there this Christmas. He had just fled to his mother's house and wanted to get away from his father. An act that hurt Eric would not lie. He remembered exactly how Daniel had given him an almost obvious hug, the smile almost fading before he got into the cab and it drove off. Eric left alone for Christmas, or so it seemed. If he didn't have his girlfriend Daniel's stepmother, even if the teenager would rather kill himself than admit it. The younger woman was already waiting for her policeman. When he came back from taking it away, he noticed the vanilla-like smell that was in the house. Honey, I'm here! ,,Come here," she chirped and Eric smiled, she always seemed happy and he loved her so much for it. He joined her in the kitchen and the smell of the vanilla cookies was all the stronger but that wasn't the reason why he swallowed. ,,My pretty cookie fairy," he murmured with a grin as he saw her wink at him and he tasted one of the cookies, sighing at the delicious sweetness before pulling her into a gentle hug and giving her a kiss of praise. I guess we have each other," he winked and the two of them each took the cookie bowls before disappearing towards the couch arm and arm.

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Amanda : Amanda couldn't stand Christmas. She had spent the last few years before she was cured on the cold street. She hated the cold and as soon as the first snowflakes fell from the sky, she wrapped herself in a blanket. A blanket that was empty next to her this year. Her beloved had ventured out into the snow to get a few ingredients for a chicken soup. ,,The family recipe Amanda...don't worry I'll beat them all aside if they want to take my soup vegetables away from me," the black-haired girl remembered the words of the others and smiled slightly, still able to feel the kiss. Before the door opened only seconds later and she heard the victorious voice of her partner. Practically throwing the soup vegetables into the pot, she slipped under the covers to Amadan. ,,Well, there's my snowflake," said the black-haired girl and gave her a kiss on the cold tip of her nose, placing her hands around the younger girl's cold ones. ,,But now I'm getting warmer again," she replied and Amda smiled before she felt the kiss on her lips. Together under the blanket, warming themselves, they would spend Christmas with soup and movies - it could hardly be better for lovers.

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[tuptastic]

STOP RISKING SERVICE DOGS AND THEIR HANDLERS.

Yesteday, while trying to access a non-pet friendly location with my seizure and cardiac alert SDiT, we were charged by a pet dog. The owners had no control over their dog, allowed it the full six feet of the leash it was on, allowed it to rush up towards my service dog, and when I was shouting "back up, back up" and moving away they laughed at the situation and at us. They gave no apologies - only a "oh guess we have to go this way" as they dragged their dog away from my service animal.

I got inside and collapsed against the check in kiosk. I avoided a medical episode by actual slivers. My service dog behaved phenomenally for this being the SECOND TIME she has been charged and or lunged at by a dog on duty this year, but i could hardly talk or think for the entire time I was at the location, trying to get something important fixed.

It might not seem like a big deal to you to bring your dog out with you. But untrained, uncontrolled pets can cause serious harm and damage not only to service dogs but to their HANDLERS. My closest medical alert contact is an hour away. If I had had a seizure that required an ambulance (anything over a minute unresponsive as per my seizure plan), it would have taken an hour until one of my people could have gotten to the hospital to collect my dog and to help me, someone with severe and extreme medical trauma. MY HEALTH AND MY DOGS SAFETY MATTERS MORE THAN YOUR WANT TO HAVE YOUR PET.

Please. PLEASE. Stop bringing your pets places they don't need to be. It is stressful for them, stressful for us, and not fun for anyone except for you. It is selfish and cruel and terrifying for the service dog handlers who leave every day wondering if today their dog is going to be hurt. ours dogs are our best friends.

Do not take her from me.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

People living in a trio of Vancouver Island communities now have a new way to discreetly access harm-reduction supplies. Island Health has installed three new “Care and Connection Kiosks” outside emergency departments at hospitals in Victoria, Nanaimo and Campbell River. Brad Pommen describes the kiosks as essentially “a four-foot iPhone” on a vending machine. The automated units anonymously dispense a variety of the most commonly sought harm reduction items from emergency rooms, including naloxone kits, drug testing strips, wound-care kits, condoms and safe sharps disposal containers.

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[mikkeneko]

Felt like making this post because I realized the other day that not everybody knows about Media Mail! It's less common nowadays, and the USPS doesn't exactly advertise it; it's not up on the board or available at the self-service kiosk, you have to go to an actual post office and ask at the counter.

Media Mail shipping is a cost-effective way to send educational materials. This service has restrictions on the type of media that can be shipped. Media Mail rates are limited to the items listed below: Books (at least 8 pages). Sound recordings and video recordings, such as CDs and DVDs. Play scripts and manuscripts for books, periodicals, and music. Printed music. Computer-readable media containing prerecorded information and guides or scripts prepared solely for use with such media. Sixteen millimeter or narrower width films. Printed objective test materials and their accessories. Printed educational reference charts. Loose-leaf pages and their binders consisting of medical information for distribution to doctors, hospitals, medical schools, and medical students.

Media mail is a much, MUCH cheaper way to send books and other paper materials than UPS, FedEx, or even first class USPS -- today I shipped a box that would have cost something like $50 to send by weight, and instead I was able to send it by media rate for less than $10.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hello, absolutely love your writing, it's always such a joy seeing it!! i have a lot of fun reading your posts ^^

i have a request, and it's kinda inspired by the personality of my own farmer!OC: so, i was wondering if you could make headcanons about the bachelor(ette)s reaction with a farmer that is very emotional and cries way too easily at pretty much everything and anything — and how they would try to cheer them up? it can be in a romantic relationship, platonic, or first impressions!! any is fine :)

(P.S: if you included some Ridgeside Village characters, specially Blair, Daia and Jio i would be so, so happy ^^)

Oh my goodness thank you so much for the kind words ❤️❤️❤️ 🥺

I decided to make a separate story for each character, some already in a relationship with Farmer, some just friends. I hope you enjoy this form of headcanon!

I also added Jio and Daia, as they are the ones I've explored in the mod the best so far (well, not counting the Amethyne family). Thanks for asking, and enjoy!

SDV bachelors:

Shane:

Shane thinks Farmer is crazy, or an idiot, or both. Every time, he snaps at them and gets angry with them. Every time, after another rude remark, rivers of tears pour from Farmer's eyes and they run away. Every time, after all of this, they go back to Shane and try to talk, to become friends. And every time, Shane finds it harder and harder to chase them away. He just sighs tiredly and resigns himself to having a new friend. A vulnerable, whiny, but a friend. Shane thinks they're weird. Heh, just like himself... But a pretty good company, by the way.

Sebastian:

Sebastian kissed Farmer slowly, gently. Time seemed to have stopped altogether since they had come here, to the top of the mountain, where Zuzu City, shining with lights and billboards, was visible on the horizon. Where they were alone, where Sebastian had been brave enough to confess his love to them. Where he, under the influence of his tender feelings, took Farmer into his arms and kissed them. And was immediately frightened when he saw Farmer with tears streaming down their face. But when they told himself they were tears of happiness, Sebastian was ready to cry himself on the spot.

Alex:

Alex isn't the most tactful person himself, but even he doesn't wish harm on anyone, even if his actions aren't going to be very good. That's what happened on the beach with Farmer when Alex suddenly yelled at them to catch a grindball, but charged right into their faces. Mild worries quickly turned to panic as Farmer crying and sobbing. Thank Yoba, delicious ice cream and an ice pack from the kiosk where he works were able to calm Farmer down. Alex breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know they were such a weakling.... No no no no, he didn't mean that! Don't cry, please- damn, he need more ice cream!

Harvey:

Harvey must admit: coming to him for a compulsory injection for illnesses in the face of intense fear of needles and doctors, was a very brave move on Farmer's part. Many patients, sensing anxiety and panic after any mention of hospitals, immediately ran away. But Farmer, though flooding the clinic floor with tears, kept a steady hand. Harvey would later steep Farmer in herbal tea to calm them down, not forgetting to praise them for their bravery and responsibility. He will also offer the help of a therapist he knows.

Sam:

Sam was returning from his parents back to his home on the farm, to his beloved spouse. Seeing the love of his life on the couch, Sam was already heading to the Farmer for his portions of hugs and kisses.... and found them crying, with headphones, from which muffled music was blaring. Sam, already knowing Farmer very well, only smiled when he saw their crying face, "Sad song again?" "Uh-huh," Farmer holds out one of the headphones to their husband. The young musician sat down next to them, putting his arm around their shoulder, listening to the lyrics of the song. "Very sad, you're right." What are they listening to? baby shark doo doo doo

Elliott:

The inhabitants of the Valley could not help but notice the Farmer standing near the Saloon, sobbing with a bouquet of flowers, together with Elliott, who was trying to comfort his interlocutor. The bouquet of flowers and Farmer's tears immediately suggested that everyone's favorite chaotic Farmer had a grief, that someone had died.... But it turned out that they were just very touched (even too much) by the attention of their, as it turned out later, boyfriend. After all, Elliott is so thoughtful, and these are their favorite flowers, and *sob*. Oh, goodness...

SDV bachelorettes:

Leah:

Oh, the talented artist experienced a whole spectrum of emotions over the course of the morning. First, enthusiasm as she added the finishing touches to her new sculpture. Then pride in the work she had accomplished. Later, the desire to give the sculpture as a gift. After that - the thrill of handing the sculpture to the surprised Farmer. Then came the anxiety, for instead of joy she saw tears on her friend's face. Then came surprise and relief when Farmer, still sobbing, thanked Leah for the beautiful gift. The red-haired girl stroked her friend's back for another five minutes, smiling broadly.

Penny:

Penny never thought that Farmer, her friend, would be crying so hard at the end of the movie "Brave little sapling". Although her own eyes were a little wet after the last scene of the movie, the red-haired girl didn't think that Farmer would sob so much. Luckily she had brought a few dry tissues with her (all of which she had to give to Farmer, by the way).

Haley:

"Ew, you're all dirty," was the phrase that became Haley's fatal mistake when she carelessly commented on the new Farmer's slightly stained clothes. The girl had to spend more than 20 minutes calming down a very vulnerable Farmer, trying to convince them that "stains like that are even in fashion!" (not too convincing). Haley didn't want to offend them, so as an apology, she offered her help to the Farmer in ordering great fashionable clothes, with discounts and promotions. Now they are crying tears of gratitude. Haley doesn't understand why she's having such bad luck today.

Emily:

When one day, visiting Emily, Farmer inquired what kind of parrot was in her room, the girl told the story of this poor bird, the broken wing, and how the feathered creature was now being treated here under Emily's care. The blue-haired girl's story was interrupted when she heard a loud sob from her companion, so Emily immediately ran to the kitchen to get napkins and tea for Farmer. She could truly understand Farmer: when that unfortunate bird banged into the window and broke its wing, Emily wanted to burst into tears, she felt sorry for the bird! But now the parrot is safe and they will help their feathered friend right? *Squawk*

Abigail:

Abigail jumped when she saw Farmer crying near the mountain lake. When she ran over to find out what was wrong, she could make out the words "bracelet," "drowned," and "sorry" from all the crying and whimpering. Oh yeah, Abby had recently given Farmer a handmade friendship bracelet. And Farmer, still crying crocodile tears, said they dropped the bracelet in the lake while fishing. Hey, no need to cry, it's no big deal. Abigail will make a new bracelet, even better! She'll even add an amethyst to decorate it!

Maru:

It's not every day that Maru gets the chance to enjoy stargazing with the love of her life (to be honest, the girl still can't believe her happiness). The vast night sky is studded with a thousand diamonds, blessing this quiet and beautiful night. And the Farmer, overwhelmed with emotion, began to let tears fall, saying how beautiful Maru is under the starry dome. After this, Maru did not hold back and her glasses became wet from her own tears as she kissed and hugged Farmer in a burst of passion. That night had become special for them.

Bonus + Ridgeside Village:

Daia:

Daia isn't surprised, though: after telling the Farmer about her orphan childhood, many people would have let at least a stingy tear fall. And though she turned the whole thing into another joke and tease, she was beyond laughing when Farmer hugged her tightly and began sobbing into her shoulder. Assassin only sighed and comforted Farmer, telling her that there was no bringing back the past, but now she had a close friend (or more?) in her life who had become the thread that connected her to the normal life she had dreamed of. It didn't help, and Farmer cried even harder. Oh my goodness, her whole shoulder is wet from their tears, hee hee!

Jio:

Jio is utterly confused and annoyed. Why the hell was Farmer crying over an accidentally squashed snail? Yes, it was a pity about the creature, but it was very small, the grass was tall, and it was already dusk, so you couldn't see anything. Stop crying! What, a funeral for a snail? Are you out of your mind? Kiwi, why are you sad? ...You two cannot be serious.... Okay, fine! Let's have a funeral for the snail. Elf doesn't understand how someone like Farmer can deal with the dangerous monsters of Ridge Falls, but whine and sobbing like a child over some snail.... Kiwi, don't even dare cry too, you're literally an assassin!

[writtenjewels]

Day Twenty-Nine: Signal

Shepard never opened an email so quickly as the one he saw came from Huerta Memorial. The doctors promised to keep him updated on Kaidan's progress. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until his lungs started to ache. He forced the air out and began to read the words.

Kaidan was okay. Even better, he was awake and feeling well enough to type out a message personally. Shepard knew that there were a lot of other things needing his attention—things that were, objectively, far more important. But when he pulled up the galaxy map for Joker to plot their course, there was only one destination in mind.

To his credit, Joker didn't say a word about heading to the Citadel. Shepard got out and took rapid transit to the hospital. From there he had to pace himself and not run the length of the building to get to Kaidan's room.

When he stepped in, he found Udina stepping out. The two of them exchanged tight greetings before Udina left the room. Then Shepard's eyes were on Kaidan. The biotic's face was still bruised, but all that mattered was that his eyes were open and he looked alert. He was wearing a plain white shirt, which Shepard assumed the hospital gave him.

“Shepard, hey,” Kaidan greeted, sitting up a little and smiling. “You just missed snack time. Actually,” he added with a faint laugh, “that's probably a good thing.” Shepard smiled back. It was so good seeing Kaidan in good spirits. The warm and friendly welcome was nice, too. A far cry from the tension on Mars.

“I'm glad you're feeling better,” Shepard said. “What did Udina want?”

“He was trying to convince me to join the Spectres.”

“You're kidding.”

“He put my name up,” Kaidan said, squirming a little on the hospital mattress. “The rest of the Council hasn't voted on it yet, but he seems to think I have a pretty good shot. It'd be a big honor.”

“Well, I can't think of anyone who would deserve it more than you,” Shepard told him encouragingly. “Oh, before I forget...” He drew out the bottle of whiskey he impulsively bought at the kiosk earlier. “I got you something.” Kaidan's eyes lit up. He reached for the bottle, and for a moment their fingers brushed. Shepard thought he saw Kaidan's eyes flick to his briefly before the older man pulled back again.

“Thanks, Shepard. This is great. Maybe when I get out of here, we can crack this open and celebrate.”

“I'd like that,” Shepard nodded. “But don't try to rush it, okay?”

“You're starting to sound like my doctors,” Kaidan sighed. “They say I'm good to go, but then there's always one more test to run. Apparently my implant got rattled, so they want me to keep my biotics offline.”

“Rattled?” Shepard echoed, leaning forward a little. “Are you okay?”

“The medical gibberish was more impressive, but that's what I got out of it: 'rattled'. I'm fine, though,” Kaidan added assuringly. “If anything, my biotics are stronger than ever. I guess some things get better with age.”

“Or maybe you have,” Shepard suggested without thinking. Kaidan's eyes locked onto him. The other man's lips curled into an almost shy kind of smile.

“Are you, ah... flirting with me, Commander?” The question took Shepard completely by surprise. His mouth opened but nothing came out. His face felt scorching hot. “No, don't tell me,” Kaidan said, looking away. “Let me live in the illusion.”

Shepard stared at him, still unable to find his voice. He blinked several times as he tried to process the last few seconds. It took Kaidan changing the subject for Shepard to get his thoughts back on track. They chatted for a bit more, neither of them acknowledging what Kaidan said.

But Shepard sure thought about it later. He didn't intentionally flirt with Kaidan back there, but he did everything else imaginable to make it clear that Kaidan was on his mind. Truth be told, Kaidan had been on his mind for months now. Almost losing the man simply catapulted those thoughts to an intensity Shepard tried so hard not to acknowledge before.

And now this. Kaidan emailing him, happy to see him, asking if Shepard was flirting with him. Maybe these thoughts weren't one-sided any more.

[savvylittlecoxswain]

Modern au Bobby with stud earrings is living rent free in my head like his dad is literally a jeweler, are you telling me he didn’t beg his dad to pierce his ears as a kid? And Gaston Moch refused to let his son get piercings done at one of those nasty, unsanitary health hazards that is a mall kiosk so they had done it right there in their jewelry store.

Years later he’s still only got the one on each earlobe and would love to get more, but he and his parents all damn well knows he’s got some sort of PTSD from his time in the hospital as a kid so the needles might not be the best idea.

[simzslayer]

MODS DIRECTORY

(unfinished, completion in progress)

Utility mods (tuning mods that required for other mods to work)

Shared tuning required for lots of a.deep.indigo mods to work)

Shared Library (required for lots a.deep.indigo mods to work)

General pie menu (required for lots of a.deep.indigo mods to work)

P.S.O Shared library (required for lots of andirz mods)

Brazen Lotus Core Modules (The mod files here change in-game content so it works seamlessly with recipes, mods, and Brazen Delivery service)

Brazen Lotus Core Harvestables (This is the foundation for all harvestables)

Brazen Lotus Core Food & Drinks (foundation for all Food & Drink mods)

The MC Command Center (deaderpool-mccc.com) (mod that adds greater control to your Sims 4 game experience and NPC story progression options.)

Gameplay mods

Golden Years (expands some gameplay options available to Elder Sims)

Basemental Drugs (A collection of functional drugs for The Sims 4. The harsh realities and negatives of prolonged drug use is a key feature of the mod)

In-depth Emotions (A simple tuning mod to give all EA in-game emotions four intensity stages for storytelling.)

Smarter Self-Care V18 (This mod allows your household Sims and NPCs to take better care of their needs and hobbies before getting uncomfortable from their motives going too low.)

Tiredness Mod (Dark Circles/ Eye Redness) (With this mod, Sims in GAMEPLAY mode can now get dark circles and eye redness based on their energy levels.)

Whim Overhaul (This is an overhaul of the EA want system which enhances the chances for family based wants and tunes down wants to buy new stuff. Special wants for: pregnancy, elder life stage, childhood phases, lifestyles, preferences, careers...)

Work from home mod (in game careers can now be played and don't have to be rabbit holes all the time)

All of Katie Mods titled ; the one with (basically adds modular interactions between sims with a conversation aspect to them that will pop up at the top right of your screen)

KiaraSims4 Actives careers (adds a bunch of new active careers, no rabbithole for meh)

KiaraSims4 Custom Events (all of them you never know when you might need them hehe)

Work interactions pie menu (adds more work interactions when you work from a computer like write emails to coworkers)

Social interactions (new custom realistic interactions)

Small mods

More Premade Holidays (adds more premade holidays. BG compatible)

Friends and family activities (phone option to go do rabbit hole activies)

More logical interactions (adds logic to blicblock, programming, adds crossword puzzle to phone and tablet)

More Resolutions (add 9 new resolution to new years holiday)

Simulation Is Not Free (Daycare, Proposing, City Living Invites, Hospital Birth, and After School Activities now cost money.)

Summer Camps (child and teen sims go to camp for a week during summer, rabbithole)

Steady Sit & Seat Any Sim (provide a relatively more "steady" sitting experience for your sims and others too)

Purchase Medecine from phone (All existing medicines from all packs and all known mods in a convenient pharmacy app and in the pharmacy kiosk of new generation.)

Simsim Online Store (buy lots of fun items from your phone, anywhere!)

Universal venue list (The only venue list you’ll ever need.)

Water Sources (This adds new functional objects for collecting and gathering water on lots that are Off-the-Grid)

Better CAS randomization (small tuning mod to lower the chance of using makeup and accessories in CAS randomizing Sims)

Sims Qualities V3 ("Sims Qualities" works like the Sims 2 personality, which is split into 5 scopes: activeness, cleanliness, niceness, outgoingness, and playfulness.)

Strength and Weakness Preferences (Each strength/weakness determines how fast a class of skill can be gained)

Instant CAS Story Preferences (This mod allows you to pick a newly made Sim’s initial skill levels, career levels, and graduated university degrees in the CAS preferences section)

 FruitySim Phone Dating App (phone dating app based on affinities and desired relationship types! 🎉)

Helaene - Emotional Socials (This mod adds 60+ new social interactions which are dependent on your Sim's emotional state.)

PreferencesPlus (This mod provides dozens of new preferences (hobbies, interests, venues, outfits, personal, food types, drinks and flavors)

Better Autonomous Homework

Overrides

Map Replacement (Overrides the world maps to more detailed ones)

Coffee mug override (mug and latte art)

Offered rose (overrides the rose given in the give rose romantic interaction)

BG diner food retextures (overrides basegame diner redipes to look more realistic)

Phone case override (changes your sims phone for a more realistic one)

Gift override (change the box of the gift interaction for a cuter one, bg compatible)

Cleaning spray (lemon)

Breakfast food overhaul (retextured all base game breakfast food)

Scrub Father Sponge Replacement (Sims 4 Default Sponge Replacement)

Pizza Party Retexture Pack (pizza retextures)

Food Retexture Pack 3 (Lunches)

Food Retexture Pack 2 (Quick Meals)

Food Retexture Pack 1

Nap pose replacement

Selfie overrides (overrides poses for paired and solo selfies)

tau1tvec blood bag retexture

tau1tvec vibrant knitting

simkatu flower arrangement replacement

simkatu book cover def. replacements

Horse texture override

K-hippies overrides (I have terrain, walls, foundation, in-world items overrides. Depending on the world I play in, it is quite a heavy mod so I interchange depending on where I play in the worlds)

High School Cafeteria Override 🍎 (sims in High School order more realistic meals at lunch time)

More Cafe Foods - override GT add on

Ice Cream Shop Override - Highschool EP

ThrifTea ~ Bubble Tea Counter Override

Custom Events

Game Night Event (play board games with guests n stuff)

Food mods

Amellce Recipes (custom recipes)

Brazen Lotus Recipes

Finjing food starter kit (custom asian recipes)

Icemunmun recipes

Grannies Cookbook

[brothersonahotelbed]

my parents' cafe kiosk "bona fortuna cafe" inside the VA hospital, 1996-1999

[nhstadler]

3 9 7  P A G E S

Hey everyone! I realised it's been forever since I posted anything and since I'm not quite finished with the chapter, I thought I'd at least post a story snippet to let you know that I haven't fogotten about you and about HNTBAW. It's just been a little much lately and I've been struggling with writer's block (as always).

But anyway, this is a random scene from the post Hogwarts series (which I might title A Catalogue of Us). It's kind of a flashback memory sort of thing and maybe it's a little confusing and sad, but maybe some of you enjoy it. I hope you had wonderful holidays / Christmas if you celebrate it and I promise I'm still writing.

Let me know what you think if you feel like it... hearing from you guys always helps my motivation, honestly :)

When James fell, the world stood still. I stood still. 

Sometimes I still dream about it. His muddled form falling through the sky, the burst of levitation spells in the pouring rain, like perverse fireworks, missing him again and again and again. There was nothing anyone could have done and yet… 

And yet.

I take a sip of my coffee, trying to banish the scraps of the nightmare that still cling to my mind as I wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders. The air is crisp, laced with salt and the subtle sweetness of the heather that grows along the cliffside, trembling in the breeze. I’ve been staring at the horizon for almost an hour, watching the darkness fade into that bluish glow that only exists in these few minutes before sunrise, when the world is in-between. Like the sky holds its breath for just a moment.

Like I held my breath when I was an ocean away, unpacking my old life into my new flat, barely paying attention to Ludo Bagman’s tinny commentary in the background. I didn’t even know why I had turned on the match in the first place. I should have stayed away, taken advantage of the physical distance, but there was comfort in the familiarity of it. In hearing his name chanted by thousands of voices. I missed him and I hated him a little for it. And then I heard the screams. 

I thought I had lost him before, but this was so much worse.

***

The room is bright, made of sun-drenched walls and filled with flowers and too many people. But I barely notice. James isn’t moving. There is a tangle of tubes, pumping healing potion from the IV bags into his system, mending his broken bones and his cuts and gashes as much as it can. But even magic can only do so much. 

Ginny sees me first. I’m lingering in the doorway like an intruder, not sure if I have a right to be here. I couldn’t not come. I don’t know what to say, though. My throat closes off when our gaze meets over the hospital bed. She’s clutching James’s hand in both of hers like she’s holding on for dear life, her eyes brimming with tears, and I’m crying too, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from sobbing.

“Seth!” Lily calls out, making both Harry and Al look up, but I still don’t know if I’m welcome. Not until Ginny lets go of her son and extends her hand towards me, the faintest of smiles curving her mouth as she summons me to his bedside.

I want to touch him, to feel that he is still here, warm and real and alive, but I don’t dare. There are too many IV lines and bandages and I’m afraid I might hurt him. “How - how is he?”

It’s a useless question, I know it, but there’s still the naive hope that the answer might have changed. That he’ll open his eyes and give me that infuriating half-smile, calling me Woodley and telling me that everything will be alright.

“I’m sorry,” someone says behind me and I turn around to look at the healer that has come into the room. “Only family is allowed in here.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” 

I make to get up, wiping away the tears with shaky fingers, but Ginny’s hand circles my wrist, her bloodshot gaze firmly on the woman in the lime green coat. “She is.”

***

I wanted to buy him some magazines, but half of the stock in the small St. Mungo’s kiosk is about brooms and Quidditch and the other half are gaudy newspapers that still seem to be in a competition over who can print the most disturbing pictures of James plummeting through the air. I was ready to give up and settle on the Kneazle Lover’s Digest when I saw the flashy book pyramid by the checkout. 

“I got you something.” I’m barely in the room when I hold up the shiny hardback with the gaudy cover and James raises an eyebrow at the shirtless guy that takes up most of the front.

“Holy Morgan, what is that, Woodley?” He lets his head fall to the side, smiling at me, even though he is too weak to move. Bruises and scratches still paint brutal patterns across his skin, covering his face and neck, his shoulders, his ribs, but they’re healing. 

Unlike his legs. 

“They had it in the hospital bookshop!” I can barely contain my excitement as I sit down in the chair next to his bed, thumbing through the pages, because this feels like a sign. A very dumb sign, but a sign nonetheless, and I’ll take anything I can get. “No way!” I press the open page against my mouth, my eyebrows arching at James over the edge of the book.

“What?” He’s frowning, amusement still tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

“It’s set in the 1800s.” 

He groans, though the grin on his face definitely dampens the effort. Rain is lashing against the windows, drowning out the steady drip of the IVs and, for a moment, it feels like it used to. Like Sunday mornings at his and Freddie’s flat, when he would refuse to get up and pull me back into bed with him.

“I’m so excited.”

“I bet.” He’s laughing, properly now, and my heart flutters behind my chest. It should know better. Especially because I saw her name flash across his phone screen last night before I left. “How long is that damn thing?”

I flip to the very back of the book, catching a few of the final words even though I try to not read them. “397 pages.”

***

“How many pages?”

He used to ask how many chapters. Then it turned to pages. Because he knows it too - that we only exist like the words on paper, between the pages. Until we reach the last one. The last sentence. 

“191.”

When the story ends, so do we. But ours is a tragedy. Maybe it was always meant to be.

I come back every day. I sit next to his bed and read A Witch’s Guide to Rakes and Romance, blushing fiercely at the spicy scenes but reading it all. James covers Lily’s ears when she’s cuddled up next to him and she complains loudly while Al and Freddie laugh and Harry and Ginny exchange soft, tired smiles.

Sometimes, the room is crowded. Sometimes, it’s just us - James and me and the steady whirring of the machines - and I read to him until he falls asleep. I read to him until twilight creeps into the room and we have to turn on the neon hospital lights. 

I read to him until he can feel his legs again. 

Until the IV lines become less.

Until he can sit up by himself.

“How many?” He says and I don’t look at him.

“16.”

It’s the last chapter. And, though I know that it’s time to go, that this semi-real version of us has an expiration date, I dread every page I turn.

“What if you stayed?” James says, quietly, and I feel like I might choke. I can barely breathe.

What if I stayed?

“I - I can’t.” My fingers are clenching the book in my lap, digging into the cover for something to hold on to. This feels awful, like a second break-up, and I wish I could just fold myself into his arms. 

But I can’t and he doesn’t argue. Because he knows me too well.

His lips are pressed together as he nods, a tear sliding down the side of his face into his pillow and I’m crying too. When he reaches out, I take his hand and weave my fingers through his, careful to not dislodge the catheter in the back of his hand.

“Do you want to hear the ending now?” I ask, wiping the tears from my cheeks, and his gaze slides from my face to the book in my lap, to our intertwined fingers.

“No.” I feel his hold on me loosen, his hand slipping out of my grasp a little. “I don’t want to know how it ends.”