#hospitalized au

[bilolli]

"I'm still here, don't worry"

[hahskeleton]

PICKING FIGHTS??!!?!?!??!

Big attack!! (7 moon characters :D)

Winged Moon: @crystalmagpie447

Sleepy Dreamy: @ocean-lunar

Hospitalized AU Moon: @bilolli

Milk: @vectorisheree

Candy!Moon: @suntimeswolliw

Candyland AU Moon: @garbagechocolate

Glamrock Moon: @nosleepygay

(hope it’s okay to tag)

[justanerdwithatablet]

DCA Secret Santa 2023

I am so late! I want to wish my Secret Santa @bilolli a late Merry Christmas! The original plan was to write a fanfiction, but I forgot how difficult I find writing now. So I panicked and made this drawing. I'll also leave a small snippet of what I originally began writing. I hope you're not too disappointed!

“Thanks Moon, for putting up the Christmas lights. It makes the room feel a little more homey.”

You say with a weak smile. Moon smiled in return before his expression shifted to one of concern. He lifted his hand and pressed the back of his fingers to your forehead.

“Your fever is still pretty high. You should get some rest, Starlight.”

You scoff at the automaton and opened your mouth for a witty retort, but the words were lost as you went into another coughing fit. You turned away and covered your mouth into your elbow. Moon was quick to your side, gently taking hold of your shoulders before he ushered you to bed.

You climb in without protest this time and curl up onto your side, “Ugh… What a time to have a flare up. Course it would be right before the holidays.” You whined quietly with a sniffle. You felt a metallic hand run through your hair. It was so cool against your boiling skin and you didn’t want it to leave.

“Moon…?”

“Yes, Starlight?” He answered with a voice as soft as the quiet snowfall outside.

“Will you cuddle with me for a little while? I know it’s a weird request and it’s okay if you can’t. I just… It would be nice to be held for a little bit. At least until I can fall asleep.” You murmur to him groggily.

Moon was silent for a long moment and you could hear the whirling of his fans kicking in from behind you, “…Of course.”

You felt the bed shift as Moon climbed onto the mattress behind you. One arm slipped beneath your pillow and cradled your head from underneath. The other wrapped over your arms and pulled you close so that your back was resting comfortably against his chest plate. The soft sounds of his coolant systems echoed through the silence of the room.

Your eyes flutter shut as Moon’s faceplate pressed to the back of your head. His hand trailed to your wrist and his pressed a gentle finger over your veins. You knew he was just keeping track of your vitals, but the sensation was comfortable and soothing in a way.

“Goodnight Moon.” You whispered softly.

“Goodnight, my Star.” He mumbled back and held you just a little tighter.

[emeraldhub225]

SONIC if he stopped rolling his gloves and sleeves I think will is more aerodynamic 😊

[bilolli]

Yooo at the beginning this was the mood of the hospital au. In the original idea y/n was the daughter of a rich man. You and him went to the Pizzaplex and y/n liked the daycare attendant so much that your dad commissioned a copy of the original to gift them to you. (Y/n knows that they are not the original but their Sun and Moon don't). Angst angst angst. Also 4 animatronics.

pov: your other self(s) from another location are doing better than you.

Yall...I like the idea of other locations. What if like, while a y/n is like making sun/moon happy, another sun/moon are like doing pretty terribly. Then later find out about their other selfs and start to envy them.

..uh

ormaybethisismywayofthinkinghowotherauswithinthepizzaplexexistqksbqkqshhhhh

[leafyeyes417]

If this was done before someone post the link plz

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Hunting

Damian and Danny are fraternal twins. Both are darker skinned, but Damian got more of Talia’s features while Danny had more of Bruce’s. Ignoring how they got separated and how Danny got to the Fentons, his exposure to ectoplasm, the accident, and ghostliness leeched his skin color to appear white/pale.

Later in Gotham he is seen by one of the Bats while civilian and they are concerned about the Bruce clone. Especially because they are covered in blood (not that they know it isn’t Danny’s blood).

Danny however is on a hunt. The GIW took Ellie and he had hit his limit with kindness or holding back. He may be rusty (he really didn’t get to use his training against the ghosts, they fought too different) but he didn’t forget his League training. He was getting back into shape though after dealing with the minor targets. It’s unfortunate that he needed to go to Gotham since he had no wish to see his bio father and twin but he would go through Hell to get Ellie back.

[snoelledarts]

“When will you learn to stop and take care of yourself for once?”

[ivanscarf]

italy’s pov after he has to sell his organs to the big 5

10 points to anyone who knows what i redrew

[23z567]

Robots are hard to draw...mer..fish..people not as much (from @keferon 's au)

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[bilolli]

Okay gotta write this down real quick before I forget about it bc rn I can't draw.

Hospitalized Sun and Moon have to periodically pass maintenance tests to prove they are in tip top condition to care for their patients. It's the law, they must be upgraded with the lastest medical knowledge and get oiled and all that.

To do their maintenance they have to leave their patient in the hands of other human or robotic medical staff and they have no way of knowing what happens to them due to the fact that they have to turn off any kind of connection to the hospital local server to upgrade.

So then...

Sun, entering y/n room after he was absent for the entire morning due to his maintenance session, freezes looking at y/n perfectly made bed and absence of most of their things.

It's not possible. It was a good day today, he asked you before going to his appointment. He was going to ask to reschedule if it was one of those bad days.

He only stayed away for something like 5 hours.

Why was the room so...clean. You were messy, you usually left your things at the end of the bed or around the room...now he could only see your pajama neatly folded on the chair.

Where were you?

Where were you?

Where were you?!

Then someone tapped his right shoulder, he turned around only to see...nothing.

"ha! Got you!" Came from his left side.

He turned around and just stared.

Your cheeks were slightly red, probably due to the stairs you had to take to return to your room with your jacket on. A nurse behind you. Ah, you probably just returned from the garden.

"stunned by the amazing work I did I see. You always complain that I'm too messy so while you were at parts and services I decided to reorganize the room. Then you were taking too long and we decided to go take a walk outside"

Oh...oh.

You were ok, he...what was he thinking. You-

Without thinking Sun picked you up in a tight hug and spun you around while the nurse yelped and told him to "be more delicate!"

"you did a frightening job sunshine! But I think I liked your mess better!"

"what?!"

"time to do some art and crafts to bring some personality back in this room!"

The nurse left with a wave of his hand and a sigh while you grinned at him.

What were you doing to him?

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ boxer!jungkook (4) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

series m.list // taglist closed

boxer jk x neuro doctor oc

miscommunication

awkwardness & flirting ? some tension

note: see ya at the end :’)

//

jungkook barely stirs when you burst in. 

as the door swings shut behind you, he braces himself for a lecture from nam joon… because that’s who he’s expecting. he’s half-awake, body stiff, head heavy with exhaustion.

lazily, his eyes flutter open. when he registers who’s standing at the foot of his bed, he lets out a quiet scoff and tries to roll onto his side.

“shit,” he mutters, wincing.

you don’t say anything at first.

instead, you just walk in quietly, checking his chart, flipping through the details you already know. without a word, you help him sit up. you place your hands on his back, gentle but firm. if his body wasn’t so fucked up right now, he’d probably be melting from your touch. 

it’s been so long. 

jungkook exhales sharply but doesn’t pull away.

“bruised ribs and minor concussion,” you murmur, scanning his injuries. “your knuckles are busted… again. your wrist is slightly sprained—”

“you should’ve seen the other guy,” he jokes, managing to crack a smile. 

you stare at him blankly. 

he takes it as rejection and redirects. 

jungkook swallows, licking his lips. “where’s namjoon? he’s my doctor.”

“i’m a doctor too.”

“not my doctor.”

“jungkook—”

his lips curl, something sharp in his tone. his words almost come out like a hiss. “come on, doctor ___. don’t you have a kid to fix up with doctor yoongi? what are you doing here? i’m fine.”

your brows furrow instantly. 

“jungkook, that was nearly two months ago. i haven’t seen you in so long and this is how you come back to me?”

suddenly, his head spins.

come back to me?

his breath catches, the words cutting through him before he even has the chance to process them. they sink beneath his skin, settle into his bones, cling to the spaces between his ribs like they belong there. like they’ve always belonged there.

what did you mean by that?

did you mean anything at all?

or was it just something you said—careless, fleeting, unintentional?

this is unfair.

the way you speak to him is so fucking unfair.

your words are so soft and familiar. it’s laced with something he can’t quite name and instead it coils around him, pulls at something deep in his chest… something he’s been trying to ignore.

something he can’t ignore.

his fingers twitch slightly, gripping at the thin hospital blanket like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. his knuckles turn pale.

he wants to ask you to say it again.

wants to hear the way it sounded in your voice one more time.

but he doesn’t.

he just sits there, the weight of your words pressing down on him.

silence.

“i hate seeing you like this,” you say quietly.

jungkook huffs, looking away. 

“i know it looks bad right now… but i’m not quitting boxing.”

you nod. “i never asked you to.”

another stretch of silence, thick and heavy.

then—

“… i’m not dating yoongi,” you say. your voice is even, but something in it sounds tired. “it was just a case, jungkook. if you’re curious about history, we did residency together… not to mention, he’s also engaged.”

jungkook keeps his face blank.

“i never asked.” his tone is light, too light, like he’s trying to sound unaffected. “but good to know. i appreciate it.”

you study him for a second.

his expression is composed, but there’s something guarded about it. something that makes you wonder if you should have left it at that. but for some reason, you don’t.

“you could’ve though… you know? you could’ve asked.”

the words slip out before you can stop them, and now you’re just talking—filling the silence, filling the space between you.

“i wasn’t going to hide anything from you. there’s no reason to. despite only seeing you when you’re injured, i like seeing you… and the flowers… thank you for the flowers,” you add, softer this time.

and maybe you should stop there. maybe you shouldn’t tell him that you dried out the flowers to preserve them… maybe you shouldn’t tell him how you sent pictures of it to your friends and got teased for two weeks straight. maybe you should let the conversation settle, let him respond—let him say something.

but he doesn’t say anything.

instead, he just nods, barely reacting. it’s like he’s listening but not really hearing you.

so you give up.

“y-you… you need to recover. namjoon was paged and he'll be here in a minute… honestly, i saw your name and i had to check on you myself—”

jungkook exhales a laugh—low, rough.

“why?”

you sigh, exasperated.

“why do you think?”

his eyes flicker to yours, and for the first time since you started talking, he hesitates.

then—

“that’s nice—ha. are you flirting with me, doctor ___?” he muses, tilting his head. “i almost feel better.”

and the thing is—he means it.

you exhale through your nose, trying to suppress a smile.

“yeah? i guess i am.” you pause, then add, “sorry, i’m bad at it.”

“it’s okay,” he chuckles. “it’s cute.” 

the admission lingers between you. 

it’s awkward, but not in a bad way. like stepping into unfamiliar territory, like learning how to be around each other in a way that isn’t built on injuries and hospital visits.

you hesitate, just for a second, before reaching for his hand.

it’s warm. solid. steady. you squeeze once, offering something—an attempt, a bridge, a connection.

jungkook stares at it.

doesn’t pull away.

doesn’t hold on, either.

just watches. like he’s trying to decide if he should let himself take whatever it is you’re offering.

“i’ve had a crush on you for months,” he admits, almost absentmindedly. then, with a slight grin, he adds, “i know the plan was to get beat up until i could make you feel bad enough for me and convince you to go on a date… but this shit fucking hurts.”

you laugh. 

he laughs. 

then he struggles.

you immediately move, hands steadying him, eyes scanning him for any new signs of discomfort. he lets you fuss over him, lets you run your fingers through his hair to check for swelling, lets you linger longer than necessary.

“i really like you,” he breathes. “i don’t know what to do about it anymore.”

you nod, lips tightening at his confession. just as you open your mouth to respond to him, your pager beeps. you pull away a bit and check it.

“it’s urgent,” you murmur, pulling back completely. “i’m so sorry, i have to go back to my patient—“

“go.”

jungkook hums, missing holding your hand already. 

you don’t want to turn away… but you do. then, you turn right back and plead with him.

“stay overnight for observation. i’ll be back as soon as i can. seriously, jungkook… you need to recover—”

“i have a match in three months.” his voice is firm, resolute. “i only really have three weeks to recover.”

your brows knit together instantly. “that’s insane, jungkook.”

“but it’s not impossible,” he grins, ignoring the feeling of a rising disagreement. “i’ll recover well. i’ll win the match.” his voice dips slightly, eyes catching yours with something unreadable.

then—

“come watch me win.”

you inhale slowly.

you don’t answer right away. instead, you let the words settle between you, feeling their weight press against your ribs. you tell yourself you’re hesitating because you don’t want to give him the wrong idea. that you’re keeping your distance because it’s the right thing to do. but the truth is—

you don’t know how to be around him without feeling like you’re standing too close to something dangerous. regardless if it’s this… ethic and moral debate you have ongoing in your head or the simple fact that maybe… just maybe… you finally recognize love again.

and it’s different this time.

this time, it comes bruised and concussed.

it comes with a cheeky smile and words that make your heart flutter for months… it comes and it goes—and you spend endless hours waiting for him to walk through those doors again.

for a moment, you think about what it would be like if you stopped resisting. if you let yourself feel the way he makes you feel. if you let yourself want him, the way he so easily, so recklessly, seems to want you.

you test it.

“i… i don’t see patients outside of this hospital.”

the words leave your lips before you can stop them. you say them because it’s easier than saying what you really feel. easier than admitting that he doesn’t feel like a patient to you. not anymore.

not now.

now, he looks different. feels different. talks different.

there’s something unspoken in the way he watches you—something that makes your pulse slow, then quicken again. his smile fades into something quieter, something unreadable.

then—

“then don’t come as a doctor.”

his voice is lower now, deliberate, like he’s choosing each word carefully. like he wants you to hear them. really hear them.

your breath catches.

“come as something else.”

his gaze flickers over your face, dipping to your lips for just a second too long. your stomach tightens. your fingers twitch at your sides.

“come as someone else.”

it’s softer this time, but it sinks deep.

then, at the very last second, just as the space between you threatens to collapse in on itself, jungkook reaches for your hand. his fingers brush against yours first—barely, just enough to send a shiver up your spine—before he takes it fully, his grip warm, steady.

his thumb strokes over your knuckles.

his voice is quiet when he speaks again, but it’s the kind of quiet that demands to be heard.

the air stills.

“come to be with me.”

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

What is the lore on the cast on his foot?

It’s from the same car crash that gave him the chip in his tooth!

Basically, when Ford blasted his brain with Project Mentem, it reacted very badly because: 1. His head wound from his previous (attempted) surgery wasn’t fully closed, and 2. He had tampered with the machine to make its effects more potent.

But, then I thought to myself: wow, there is no way this motherfucker realistically survived malnutrition, sleep deprivation, mutilation (from Bill), a botched auto-brain surgery (in unsanitary conditions) AND getting basically electrocuted until his brain scrambled. I mean, plot armour is cool and all, but this seems a little excessive.

So, I was like: how can I get this guy to go to the hospital without having to call an ambulance to his place, and accidentally reveal the existence of the portal to the authorities wayyy too early in the timeline?

Solution? Hit him with a car.

[No blood version.]

So this is what happens: Ford wakes back up in his underground lab, disoriented, confused, and overwhelmed. In his dazed delirium, he somehow manages to leave his shack and finds himself staggering around in the woods aimlessly. Then, he walks into the road and gets hit by a car. He is sent to the hospital, and he gets a little bit better with their treatment so that he isn’t on the brink of death (although they were unable to pry the metal out of his head without causing serious issues). But ultimately, he freaks out when he wakes up in the hospital like a week later and instantly ditches the place, rushing back into the town streets. His injuries weren’t fully healed by the time he woke up though, so he was stuck with the cast and the chip in his front tooth.

[runawaymac]

If not toy, why go squeak?