#house is a doctor and he's mean but very smart but also very mean. and he's always right

[arttsuka]

Do you do house md?

No because I have watched approximately 0 episodes 🥲

Here,I tried to doodle House himself but he turned out looking like someone else, I can't quite put my finger on it tho...

[hello-eden]

In Plan Sight

Jason didn't know what he expected when he woke up but it wasn't this. 

that was a small dark-haired girl that looked to be about 4 years old sitting on his couch. Jason has a vague memory of her being there last night but he was very tired and assumed it was one of the street kids that he lets crash in the safe house sometimes.

 Jason slowly walks up to her trying to get into her line of sight so he doesn't spook her. she looks up at him with green eyes he feels like he recognizes but can't quite place.

“you need to help me find my mom,” the young girl says with a conviction that you don't usually find on four-year-old's voice. 

“Did you get lost or are you in danger” Jason wants the kid to have just got lost.

 “Mom said to run and to go to vigilantes in Gotham and they take me to my dad. I don't care about my dad, I want my mom.” so dangerous it was than. Jason really hopes the mom is alive 

“Do you know anything about your dad” Jason questioned. 

“Mom says he's nice and smart and that he would love me if he got to know me but he also is a little bit stupid sometimes so don't hold that against him.” The girls stumbled over some words like she was trying to remember what her mother said. 

Jason suddenly remembers he does not know her name. “What's your name kid.”

“ Eleanor Danielle Nightingale,” the kids sounded so excited to be able to say their full name. 

Honestly Jason was expecting the kid to say a nickname but having her full name is probably better.

 “How about I make you some breakfast? Have you been sitting on the couch all night?” Jason said as he looked over the couch. There was a smaller bag that was probably full of her stuff on the side of the couch closest to the window.

 “I took a nap,” Eleanor says in her tone making it seem like she thought it was obvious. “and I want pancakes.”

“ Well lucky for you I have just the stuff “Jason turns around and heads to the kitchen to start making the pancakes.

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 Jason got Eleanor set up into his guest room. 

Jason looked her up while she was in the bathroom after breakfast. He didn't find anything other than a birth certificate with her full name under a Dahlia Nightingale.

Dahlia Nightingale is even more of a mystery; her age was about 17 when she gave birth with a look similar to her kid which is unsurprising but any history is entirely unknown. All Jason is getting from this file is what her allergies are and her blood type. 

Eleanor or Ellie as she insisted on being called has only been to about two doctors appointments both having to do with getting her shots. no information on this mysterious father and absolutely nothing on Dahlia Nightingale.  The family is very obviously hiding which means there's a higher chance of her mom being dead. Jason hopes at least one family member is alive at lest to take care of the kid.

[animeshotsh]

You what? | Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader | Arcane ¤

Summary: Viktor knows Jayce sometimes does things without thinking, but this? This goes beyond his own limits.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma - Kid!Reader - Viktor and Jayce are a couple - OFF CANON EVENTS - Human traffic - GN Reader - PLATONIC - grammar mistakes -

When Viktor enters on monday morning into the lab with his coffee in hand he expects nothing but silence, after all he is here before Jayce most mornings.

But he stops in his tracks when he hears Jayce's voice, maybe sounding less...well less like him. He sounds like he is talking to a small animal. It reminds him on how he uses to talk to Rio when he was a kid.

Pushing memories aside Viktor retakes his way and goes deeper into the lab, where their experiments are.

And oh, if his illness did not kill him as most doctors had said then this would do it.

Jayce, using one of his experiments showing it to a kid who seems to be as suprised as any kid would be and perphas gives the most honest reactions to his inventions.

But wait, go back.

Jayce and a kid.

His cane hits the floor in suprise and he ends being watched by two pairs of eyes.

Jayce looks like he was discovered breaking some important rule, to which Viktor is centrain that bringing a kid into the lab counts as but he wont say it. And another pair that looks at him with curiosity.

There is silence, no one really knows what to say or how to act. But Jayce ends reacting, leaving the experiment and going to help Viktor with his cane who is feeling a headache coming.

"Hey Vik! long time no see, how's your house?"

Honestly? Viktor wants nothing more than to go back in time and insist that he is fine and does not need rest. Maybe like that he would have stayed with Jayce and prevent...this.

But time travel is something that is still on the making, so back to the main point.

Viktor just gives out the most tired look, then turns to a near chair, sits and taking his coffee simple says "Explain"

Becuase if there is something he has come to learn while dating and loving Jayce is that nothing should suprise him (and yet Jayce still manages to do it) and also, is better to ask upfront than to wait for him to talk up. Viktor can still remember that one time he found a big (illegal no less) plant at his home and Jayce ignored it for two hours till he asked.

"Well you see, its really funny actually..."

"Jayce...."

"Alright..., so I took a walk around campus and saw some...suspicious individuals and well lets say I was not very discrete"

Viktor can just imagine the scene

"And they saw me and ran but I chased after them"

Stupid move Viktor thinks

"And then they trow me this kid at me, i mean what could I have done? So i took them home, gave them a warm meal and a bath" Jayce ends sounding a bit too proud of himself.

"Jayce you...you stole a kid?" Viktor asks because he is confused "And did not report the incident?"

"Uh well i was going too but then (Y/N) started to wonder around so i kind of forgot..."

"(Y/N?" Viktor asks and sees you peeking out from behind the big desk.

"Yes! Thats their name, im not sure about much more, only that they like chocolate and blue stuff"

Viktor ends in silence for various minutes. You must be an orphan he concludes, an orphan from the undercity, who had no other choice but to follow a gang in order to survive. He tries to calculate your age but its hard, you have been not eating well, thats clear, and he can already see some bruises from the misstreatment of the undercity.

Being raised by parents or family its a luxury after all.

"Jayce you cant just take a kid in" Viktor says and his heart almost breaks as he sees you run towards Jayce hugging his legs.

Noted, you may not talk but you understand, its clear you are more intelligent than what you leave to be at first.

Street smart maybe?

"But Viktor! I cant just leave them" Jayce responds picking you up. "If they return to the undercity i dont think they will make it"

Jayce sees how you push your head against his chest and smiles softly at you.

"And we cant leaven them at an orphan home! I have read of these places, they suck"

Viktor must agree, its not like he comes from one but knows well that lots of kids ends being sold off...

"Alright and whats your plan?" Viktor asks "Do you even know what it means to raise a kid, or how? What about me? Were you going to consulte me?"

He can see the pain in Jayce eyes at his last sentence. "Of course I was! I was just thinking of a...well a good moment"

"Because bringing them to the lab was the perfect idea"

"I could not leave them at home! I mean i tried but- they would not let go of my leg, i think they have some type of trauma..."

Viktor takes another deep breath, Jayce kidness and heart knows no limits.

"Besides you did say you wanted to help the peopel from the undercity"

"This is different, we are talking about raising! adopting a kid!"

"So you are considering?" Jayce asks in the most hopeful tone ever.

Viktor just lets out another breath.

"Well, its not like they can go back and yes, orphan homes sucks" Viktor responds. "But we need to do this right. And i mean legally"

Jayce nods and all of him lights up like he has discover a new thing. He goes to Viktor carefully managing (Y/N) by his hands and leans down to peak Viktor's lips.

"Yes!! Totally! I will talk to Mel about it, im sure she can move some contacts for this" Jayce says and Viktor can see his brain making more and more plans.

"They also need clothes, and we should think of getting them into school" Viktor adds standing up with his cane and going closer. He can see (Y/N) eyes and cant denied how it makes his heart melts.

"Dad?" Its what you say looking at Viktor, then you look at Jayce "Mom?"

Jayce smiles and nods while Viktor is left without words. "Yes! We are your mom and dad now" he says pointing at him then at Viktor.

"Family?"

Jayce nods again

"...Chocolate?" You asks once more

"Alright thats all, if they eat too much sugar this place will be a disaster, you do remember we have dangerous things in here, right?"

Jayce nods at Viktor then whispers to you "We will get chocolate once we end work"

Viktor snorts then moves to his desk to finally start working and also to let his mind register everything. He hears the doors closing imagining Jayce went with you to talk to Mel.

But no, he feels a pull at his trousers and looks down at you who looks up at him extending your arms

"Dad! Up!"

Viktor does as told pulling you on his lap and passing you some papper and a pen. Both fall in a comfortable silence.

And Viktor thinks, this is something he can totally get used to.

[wasyago]

I'm so curious, but it's okay if you do not have an answer for me; did something happen to Etho in your recks au for him to need all of those robotic prosthetics, like an accident of sorts? Or did he, I guess, experiment on himself or something like that?

Wonderful design, by the way! I can't stop looking at it, I love it so much.

haha yeah something did happen :)c

so, as you may or may not know, the world of recks suffered from a catastrophe caused by the moon going off its orbit and almost crushing into earth; which caused the creation of many gravitational anomalies all over the planet; which caused most of the big cities to evolve downwards and move under the sea level; which created this odd phenomenon of many skyscrapers in the middle of the city being abandoned and staying vacant, even if the buildings are technically fully operational.

and so teen etho, our smart little boy, thought "Hey, i don't wanna live so low underground where the sun doesn't reach when there's perfectly good houses on the surface!" so he just kinda... left his home and moved to one of the abandoned buildings. which, i mean, good for him and all that. BUT.

see, the thing about run down buildings is that they don't have a good water supply. and the thing about water in recks au is that it has a ton of bad chemicals, moon debris, leftovers of destroyed infrastructure, etc, in it when unfiltered or filtered poorly.

and etho, although smart, wasn't smart enough to give proper attention to the metallic taste of the water in the building he moved in to. like, sure it tastes a little weird but otherwise it's fine, it's something you would expect from an abandoned skyscraper right?

well, little did he know that the water he drank for god knows how many years of his life, was actually slowly dissolving his insides and poisoning him! and yknow, sharp pain in your guts every so often is one thing, but actively coughing up blood is another. and thank god he met cleo by then, because they forced him to actually do a check up to see what was wrong.

everything was wrong how you might've already guessed, to the point where the damage wasn't reversible anymore and there was no way to heal naturally. sooo etho had to get the prosthetic and say goodbye to his organs. the other option was to say goodbye to his life tho so he got pretty lucky there i think. thankfully cleo is a prosthetics doctor neurologist person, and she was able to get everything sorted fairly quickly for him and get that man on the operating table as soon as possible.

so at the end, all of etho's vitals had to be changed, including his throat and lower jaw because it also god badly damaged by being in contact with the water. (turns out etho had the raspy voice not because he was cool but actually because he was dying 😬) and! let me tell you, removing someone's entire set of vitals and changing them for the artificial ones in one surgery without killing the person in the process is actually very hard!! who would've thought huh...

well uhmm, yeah so this is what happened to etho o3o

(the eye prosthetic is another story tho, this post is already pretty long so maybe next time)

[zimtlees]

HI !! I know I've said it a million times already but I love your art so much you're genuinely so talented 😭, I still feel so lucky you drew smth for me :)) and it gives me more inspiration for my art 🙏🙏 My obsession with adult Orel and Moral Orel came back once I came across you WOOHOOOHDJDJERRN And I was wondering, and I don't know if you already have but, if you would share more of your headcanons about him, his family, the immoral orel au, ANYTHING !!!1! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR HCS !!! I'm very invested... (y también pensé que nunca conocería a alguien que estuviera tan loco por él como yo, así que me siento mejor por eso) We've been blessed with everything you make and I get so happy every time you post :DDD and you're genuinely a very kind person so I hope you have a great rest of your day 🙏🙏❤❤ (and sorry for this long ass paragraph ask HRJHRHRBBR)

OREL HC????? Okay, first I'll say the hc I have (all silly, nothing serious?) and then I get cheesy...uh

Right, first let's start with uhhhh a silly headcanon I have is that when he was younger he wanted to be like Reverend Putty...for his great service to God and all that uh. Then when he grew up he'd want to study to be a doctor...it's a good profession for him (I know I explained this in a post a few months ago), he likes to help people, and he'd definitely give his patients loads of attention without being as negligent as the doctor in Moralton lmao. (I should do a whole post about this as I actually have a lot to say about his career path)

I'm a firm believer that at some point he continued to smoke weed...maybe in his teens?? He'd know it was wrong, but it helped him to zone out, so it was fun, plus he'd definitely hang out with people who smoked too, and Orel is...very easily influenced.

Definitely in school he'd be smart, but also REALLY DISTRACTED...and goofy, I'm pretty sure hardly any girls would be interested in him. (Maybe he also became a bit weird), he's bad at picking up hints and reading people's body language... so everyone would have to be REALLY direct if they wanted to talk to him about anything. (Aahh he'd probably have to move outta Moralton to study for a serious doctor career...then he'd have to adapt to new people...bad boys)

He'd probably only start officially dating Christina when they were both legal...and she had the freedom to leave her house whenever she wanted!!! Happy ending.

CHRISTINA IS SADISTIC-

...I didn't say anything, but if Orel is a masochist and Christina's an 'alternative' version of him then uh, I don't want to think about what would have happened in her chapter...

In his teens he'd really enjoy grunge and soft rock...uhgg I dunno, I just feel it. (Even though he's not that into music)

He's a goofy..nice...overprotective.....VERY overprotective dad, and that'd cause problems with his kids when they hit their teens...stupid (I love him) Orel..aahg, I mean, aahhh I also think he'd do loads of things that embarrass his kids!! But without realising lmao, he'd be like...trying to talk like them? That 'teen language' as he calls it haha.

IN HIS TEENS A LOT HAPPENED - UGH, not just between him and his parents...I mean also with his 'friends', even if he stopped being (just a bit) innocent, loads of people would definitely manipulate him into doing anything.

I don't think Clay and Bloberta ever divorced lmao, feel like they just stayed together and miserable...just like in that pic Orel has in his living room (Plus, I love that pic, it proves Orel doesn't hide his parents, he loves them despite everything and he'd definitely tell his kids to love them...wwgggh)

You know what I'm pretty sure about? Doughy and Orel got into a fight and came to blows in their teens, what caused it? Probably Doughy, in loads of episodes he looked like he was betraying his best mate for attention and affection from an adult...(but ugh, don't judge, it's written so well and we know why he did all that, even though that doesn't mean it was right, yeah, plus...there's no guarantee he changed after that, if we think about it Doughy had NO ONE, to teach him right from wrong), at some point he'd do a 'silly betrayal', to Orel...that'd make him SO ANGRY (cos it's not the first time) that mixed with a strong IMPULSE LMAO, he'd punch him, then he'd punch him back...and well, it'd all end with forgiveness and Doughy learning something.

And that's just a part of what I have cos I wrote a lot lmao...

[neuroprincess]

His Favorite Person - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: The moms are going through a difficult time with LuLu's first teeth and a hero comes to the rescue.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: Well, some realistic motherhood, it's not all flowers. Also, FRIENDSHIP GOALS

Word count: +2100

Unrevised 

Six months went by in the blink of an eye and with it many challenges of first-time motherhood, the moms could barely breathe properly until the month mark, Luca is very smart and, despite his strong personality, didn't give as much trouble as expected. The redhead is in love with those squeezable cheeks and chubby little doll hands, the loud giggles are the highlight of her days, as well as Y/N's. But the relief and sense of stability has gone as quickly as it arrived, one day the baby is all smiles trying pasta, the next so fussy that getting him to eat becomes a mission impossible. So a week goes by that they would describe as hellish, not only because of the problems with feeding and the understandable irritability due to teething, but also because of the suffering shared with all the pain the boy is going through with the new phase, gums tearing and keeping him awake all night mumbling and feverish, causing general concern. On Friday, they're not sure whether or not to host the weekly couples' dinner; before it can be cancelled, Barb and her husband appear at the door with a pan in hand, worried looks on their faces followed by muffled laughter. At work, Melissa had already been seen with bite marks and obvious signs of not sleeping, the woman just didn't imagine it would be chaotic to the point of leaving her, literally, dishevelled.  

"Where's my handsome little boy?" she greets LuLu excitedly and reaches out to take him from the younger's tired arms "What happened to make you cry, my dear?" and wipes the tears drying on his rosy little face, immediately noticing the high temperature "Poor thing..."  

"Sorry about our condition, I was going to call you to cancel, but we were trying to get the fever down and completely forgot." the teacher whispers, staring at the scene in amazement, the moment her son clings to the friend he stops crying immediately, doesn't seem to be the same little monster who defeated her in exhaustion minutes before "What a sly one! Do you see that?!" she points out indignantly. 

"Well, it's not my fault I'm the favorite." Barbara jokes and walks past them into the house, unsurprised to see a dozen toys scattered around the living room, the kitchen a complete mess, dirty dishes in the sink, open packets and cubes of frozen fruit on the counter, a doctor's recommendation for relief "Kid, was that all you?!"  

"He's a Schemmenti." Gerald jokes, following along, leaving the pie on the nearest surface "How many hours did you sleep today?"  

"Maybe three... or four." the timetables jumble in Y/N's head, she can't remember what time they went to sleep or how many times she woke up in the middle of the night.  

"And it's been the longest night's sleep so far," adds the other, rubbing her eyes.  

"You're clearly not well, why don't you try having a decent bath and getting some sleep while we take care of everything?" he offers, starting to gather up teddy bears and small cars on the carpet.  

Surprised and grateful, the couple exchange glances at this generous offer; the idea of being able to take a bath for more than five minutes, plus a little rest, is tempting, but they are reluctant to let them deal with it instead.  

"Go on, get some rest!" the man insists, shooing them away with a hand wave "We'll take care of everything." 

"Are you sure?" Melissa asks with concern, it seems like a lot to do or maybe she's mentally overloaded to the point where doesn't want someone else to do something she considers an exclusive responsibility "I mean..."  

"Don't be stubborn." Barb interrupts her and goes into the kitchen, putting Luca in the highchair, he doesn't even grumble about not being on lap "Take advantage of our presence until he gets sick of us, this phase is terrible." 

The redhead raises her hands in surrender and Y/N exhales satisfied, tired to the bone, nursing a baby full time takes a lot of time, energy and attention, she can hardly imagine the state of her wife who works all day at school and still tries to give the same support as best she can.  

Looking at Luca, who is calmly sitting down and taking the previously rejected piece of fruit into mouth, Melissa finally gives in.  

"All right, but please call us if anything happens."  

Everything goes very quickly and on autopilot. Before they realise it, the pair find themselves under the shower's hot water, washing each other's hair and sharing non-sexual cuddles, satisfying their longing for quality time together. Motherhood is deep, rewarding and valuable for both, a priority that has guided the small family's decisions and routine, little by little intimacy has been put aside amid the daily demands. They don't blame anyone or anything but the circumstances, they've read that it could happen at a certain point, all the nuances it would bring and they haven't forgotten their promise to stay together, to say "I love you", all the possible clichés to get through the storm without shaking marriage.  

The teacher couldn't hold back a moan on entering the room, every muscle relaxed and the tension drained away, there was a calming sensation, she felt refreshed from the tip of the toe to the last strand of hair. Y/N can say the same, she never thought that a simple shower could feel like a full SPA, even with a massage, she barely lays down on the bed properly and already feels soft hands rubbing damp skin. There are soft smiles, some mischievous, strong fingers squeezing sensitive spots that manage to elicit the happiest sighs, occasionally there are teasing touches and loving bites.  

"Years of relationship and still doves in love." they are surprised by Barbara's sudden appearance, they didn't hear her push the door slightly open "I've brought dinner and some tea."  

She lifts the tray with caprese chicken sandwiches, pieces of pie, red fruit and camomile tea, would offer whisky if it wasn't for breastfeeding, she knows they deserve it when they go through the chaotic teething process, the girls were relatively calm and yet almost destroyed the house when they got their first set of tiny sharp teeth.  

"Get fed and try to rest for a few hours." she put it between the couple "Let's do the same with the little one, he's already struggling to keep eyes open. You deserve a decent night's sleep."  

"So true, I look like a different person now, imagine when I finally get some sleep." the redhead jokes before taking a generous bite of bread, her last meal having been lunch "Delicious!"  

"Did LuLu give you and Gerald much trouble?" the younger smiles fearfully and sips the hot liquid "No crying, no grumbling, no breaking things, maybe we're in a dream."  

"No, he was a little angel... except with Gerard when he tried to give him a piece of cut mango, I'm pretty sure he was trying not to bite him." she confesses the last part in a whisper, they laugh well aware of the implication "He's jealousy incarnate."  

Melissa tosses her hair to side, her expression proud, needless to say he inherited it from her and everyone knows it.  

"Mel once threatened to bite someone." she adds, explaining her friend.  

"And I did." she says even more proudly, the person deserved it.  

"Unbelievable!"  

After all, Y/N still finds herself amazed by her adventures and oddities, she knows half of the stories from others, as the woman hardly ever brags about her achievements. Conversation doesn't last long, minutes later Gerald appears too, Luca agitated in his arms and ready to attack anyone who annoys him, just push at the edge a little. The youngest mother mentions getting up to intervene, only to be stopped by a sign from Barb, who picks him up without a second thought.  

"No, you need a bit of time to yourselves." she reinforces and sets the boy on his feet, kissing the cheeks, leaving a lot of lipstick marks "Today we're going to give them a break, aren't we, cutie?!" 

As if he knew what the topic was, he tries to answer in babbles, all the adults smile at such cuteness. Within seconds he is no longer irritated, an effect that only the one and only Barbara Howard has. She strokes the coppery hair, making him close the eyes immediately, an adorable giggle as he snuggles into her chest, little legs wiggling with joy.  

"I'm starting to be offended by this more than obvious preference."  

"I never tire of saying it, it's not my fault that I'm his favorite person." she shrugs and stands up, stroking the baby's back over the newly laid pyjamas, she inhales the sweet smell, delighting at the contact, her daughters are grown up now and the times when she could lovingly hold them all the time without protest are gone "LuLu and I will see you tomorrow." 

She bends him over so that the mums can kiss him goodbye, but by this point Luca is already unconscious, losing the long and stubborn battle against sleep.  

"Sorry, I'm going to have to say it, I LOVE YOU BARB!" Y/N sighs in pleasure and gives a grateful kiss, then throws herself against the mattress, clinging to the soft blankets "Nothing can convince me that it's not a dream."  

"She needed it too, badly." Melissa reflects and moves closer to the friend, stroking her son's face affectionately "I really appreciate and am very grateful for what you're doing for us, being a mother has been intense and unexpected, we're lucky to have a support like you and Gerald, it's something I never expected in my life. The only reason I'm probably not crying right now is because tiredness overcomes even the tears." she jokes, wrapping her in a tight hug between loving smiles. 

"There's nothing to be thankful for, I love our little prince and that's what friends do."  

The door closes, Howard takes him to the nursery and they wait for a cry or any negative reaction, but the only noises to be heard are footsteps echoing down the corridor and the man humming while doing the housework. They smirk, silence has never been more appreciated than at this moment. The teacher lies down next to her wife, hands running along her robe-covered waist, fingertips brushing exposed skin, mouth meeting the back of neck, leaving a lingering kiss, the younger laughs, turning so that they are face to face, then leans in to bring their lips together.  

"I think we should kidnap Barb." Y/N proposes with a grain of truth.  

"We need to do that, cara mia! I'll take her down and you tie her up, deal?" 

"Deal! But what about Gerald?" she jokes.  

"He can survive without her, we can't."  

"I can't believe we're going to sleep properly, I'm so excited that sleep has fled." she confesses eventually, feeling a new wave of energy coming from nowhere "It's so strange not having anything to do."  

"That's because you're overwhelmed, principessa." Melissa props herself up on elbows so that she's partially seated, the hand that rests on the waist wanders down her curvaceous body and stops at the face she loves so much to see when waking up, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear "But we have this evening to ourselves. God, they're being real heroes today."  

"Yes! I swear that when she took LuLu in the arms I saw her in costume and cape for a millisecond."  

"And he simply stopped crying, it's like she has superpowers."  

"Or she's just his favorite person... in the whole world." Y/N leans over and kisses her, a consolation prize for what she's going to say next "I'm sorry, darling, but that's the truth. You've lost your place to Barb."  

"At least I'm still your favorite?" the redhead makes those abandoned puppy dog eyes, feigning sadness.  

"Always, hottest biter in the world."  

The lights are switched off, they move closer in the soothing darkness and cuddle affectionately, wrapped in the comfort of being in the arms of the one they love. Sleep gradually comes, accompanied by the previous worries about Luca, if he's managed to eat properly, if he's hydrated enough, or if he's lain down in the right position.  

"I can hear your thoughts, Mel."  

"I'm sorry, amore mio." she whispers, a little thoughtfully. Despite her religious upbringing, she's not a fan of most traditions, so baptism hasn't crossed her mind until now, as she watches her best friend and confidant win over her son with her mere presence, creating a beautiful bond "What do you think about inviting Barb to be LuLu's godmother?"  

"Perfect! We couldn't find anyone better than her."

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[abrakuxas]

More classic Teen Titans (part 2 of my personal redesign/alternate version of some DC guys)

Part 1

Lilith Clay Jupiter/Omen (15) - In this version of Lilith I'd like to make her the daughter of Mr. Jupiter, yes, but also of Apollo. As a demigod she is the new heir of the same precognitive powers of the Oracle of Delphos. This is somewhat inspired by her pre crisis origin as the daughter of the Sun Titan Thia, but adapted to Apollo. She's good friends with Donna and teached her everything about the more human girly things. Her boyfriend is...

Gnarrk, the Cave Boy (16) - The last survivor of his people, Gnarrk is an artist, a painter of cave walls and a very smart boy. He kept his people's culture of praising the sun god and when Kid Flash accidentally sent the Titans back in time, Gnarrk was convinced Lilith was the answer to his prayers. The Titans saved Gnarrk when he was about to be killed by a beast and noticing that not only was he alone but he should've been dead, they decide the best they can do is take him back to the future to guarantee his living wouldn't affect the past. Gnarrk and Lilith become fast friends as she teaches him about the modern world and he teaches her about a culture never documented. Lilith and him are the last speakers of his ancient language and that means everything to him.

Mal Duncan/Herald (15) - Mal is a musician, he learned to play at the church his family went and developed into jazz after that. In a moment of near death experience he ends up winning a game against the Angel of Death. He wakes up surprised at the house of young genius Karen Beecher, now carrying a magical horn, a gift of the Angel for his victory, an item capable not only of beautiful music but of affecting space, allowing him to change the location of things and people, teleporting them or switching their places. Karen and him quickly fall in love. He is a support to the Titans, helping them get to places and maneuver in the battlefield.

Karen Beecher/Bumblebee (16) - A young genius working at S.T.A.R. Labs, she is an assistant to the mysterious doctor Arthur Light and his studies on light. Karen learns of a secret project of his to an organization called the H.I.V.E and the development of secret battle suit that used her own ideas and designs which her mentor stole from her. Betrayed, she steals the suit and destroys her own notes, bringing what she learned to the Titans together with her boyfriend Mal. With the help and support of actual superheroes she finished the suit and became the Bumblebee.

Duela Dent/the Pierrot (14) - Duela was raised in an orphanage where the only thing she ever learned about herself is that her mother said she was the child of a Gotham criminal to whom the woman worked for. Duela ran from the orphanage into a life of crime, trying to get into the underworld of Gotham to learn about her parents. She learned her mother worked to Two-Face and took the name Dent, but she soon found her mother had worked with multiple different villains and lost any hope of finding out who her dad actually was. After fighting Robin a couple of times, she learned to let it go, as she was too old to be the child of any masked villain in Gotham. He helped her locate an older crime boss who could maybe be her father but at that point she noticed she didn't really care, and only ever wanted a family. Robin then took the girl to the Titans and they slowly became her friends and family.

[awyeahitssam]

Stiles figures out the whole werewolf thing when he’s nine years old, and never mentions it.

Not when he’s eleven and his dad is stressing over mountain lion manslaughter, when he’s fifteen and his best friend ditches him for the Hale brood, or when he’s seventeen and Cora punctures his tires with claws after he beats her out for first place in a countywide Young Writers competition.

If the Hale’s want to kill supernaturals invading their territory, that’s their right. If Scott wants to pretend they weren’t once brothers to each other just because he’s no longer dangerously asthmatic or socially stunted, Stiles can accept that too. And if Cora wants to take out her petty frustrations on Claudia Stilinski’s jeep - well, fuck yes will he get his vengeance but he’s certainly not going to blackmail her just because she’s stupid enough to pop claws in broad daylight. 

(Instead Stiles threatened to leak photos of Cora making out with her twin’s ex-girlfriend in the bathroom of the local diner - time stamped before they broke up. It was enough to make her personally change and finance his baby’s tires, plus teach the stunted bitch a lesson on messing with Stiles.

It may also help the girls' dismal attempts at subterfuge.

He doubted it, though.) 

For all that people go on about Stiles not being able to keep his smart mouth shut, he’s very good at saying nothing of substance.

In the end Stiles moved away for college without anybody discovering he knew all about Beacon Hill's supernatural secret. 

(He warded the Sheriff’s house to kingdom come. It was subtle enough that the local pack wouldn’t notice, but if anything looking to hurt his dad came bumping through the night they would sooner be burned to ash than touch a hair on the Sheriff’s oblivious human head.) 

Stiles gets the call on Christmas Eve. 

Parrish - the only Deputy he doesn’t have a file full of blackmail on - tells him his father is in the hospital and might not make it. He says he hasn’t been shot when asked, but stays vague when Stiles demands to know what happened even as he throws together a bag and sends an all-caps text to Jocelyn, a study partner who works at the airport and will be able to get him on the soonest available flight to San Francisco. 

Stiles emotionally manipulates and cajoles and blackmails, and still gets nothing more than vague replies from Jordan. Clark, Whittings and Jones don’t answer their phones.

When Stiles gets to Beacon Hills heads are going to roll.

- Stiles pulls into Beacon Memorial at three in the morning Christmas day, parks in the first spot he sees (because fuck reserved parking) and hightails it towards the nurse’s station.

“Get me the status of the Sheriff,” he orders a vaguely familiar nurse, who doesn’t even bat a lash at his brisk tone. The hospital staff is almost as familiar as the police force; they helped raise him when his mother couldn’t, and even after, when he hung around after school with Scott. 

Beacon Hills residents acknowledged that Stiles Stilinski didn’t mess around about his father's health. 

(When Stiles was fourteen the Sheriff got shot in the gut. The condescending prick of a doctor who refused to give ‘a child’ information on his father was fired, ruined, and run out of town within the month.)

“He was found with a head wound but it’s stopped bleeding, and I know his vitals have stabilized,” she says, first off. “You’ll have to ask his doctor for more information, hon. Room 317.”

Stiles doesn’t relax, can’t until he sees his father is perfectly alright for himself, but he nods and tries for a smile. It strains across his face and drops within a few seconds, so he turns and makes for the ICU. 

“And Stiles?” calls the nurse. “He has visitors.” 

It turns out ‘visitors’ means that there are three Hale’s, an Argent, and an ex-best friend hanging outside the Sheriff’s room. Stiles feels well on his way to bashing in a couple of faces, especially when Scott looks up at him like he’s an injured puppy and says, empathetic, “Stiles.” 

See, this is why it took some convincing to get Stiles to accept his full-ride to NYU. Stiles just fucking knew that his dad would get drawn into supernatural shit while he was gone, and he had been stupid enough to believe that the Deputy’s would actually do as ordered and keep him updated on more than just his father’s eating habits.

Oh, he would be having words with Robins. 

Out of the assembled Hale’s - Talia, Laura, and Peter - two look long-suffering and one is arranging their face into something resembling sorry. Chris Argent is showing no emotion but the way he watches Stiles is careful, almost wary. And Scott just looks plain guilty, which isn’t a good sign for his continued health because Stiles has killed to keep his dad safe before and he would damn sure do it again.

(Maybe he’ll kill them all, if the Sheriff dies.)

Stiles drops the calm facade that he’s been clutching at for the past twelve goddamned hours, takes a step forward, and stares down the local Alpha.

“What are you doing here?” he demands. It’s inconspicuous enough, something an oblivious human would ask when apparent strangers were crowding the waiting area. 

“Stiles, isn’t it?” Talia asks, standing to meet his height and reaching out for a handshake. He doesn’t spare the limb a glance, narrowed eyes demanding answers. “We were assisting your father on a case when he was injured. We’re here to make sure he’s alright.”

Stiles modulates his scent, his heartbeat, his rage. His eyes turn to Scott and a sneer pulls at his mouth. “You too, Scotty? Were you helping my father on a case?” 

Scott McCall is a terrible liar and everybody knows it.

His throat bobs, his eyes dart to Talia, and then to Chris, and then back to Stiles, who is considering punching his lights out.

Peter Hale is Talia’s enforcer. Laura Hale is set to inherit the mantle of Alpha. Chris Argent is the local hunter. They all have a reason to be here, to be involved, but Scott - Scott is just a beta, which means Scott is probably what pulled the Sheriff into this mess. Why else would a low ranking, bitten wolf be here? 

“I, uh. Yeah, I was. Y’know. Helping. There were animals involved, and I’m studying to be a vet, so, aha, he - he was going to ask Deaton, but he’s… out of town. So your dad ended up consulting me instead?”

Yes. Truly terrible.

“I see. So instead of using a qualified veterinary technician, my dad decided to ask a first year from BH’s community college, who likely hasn’t completed his introductory courses. That makes so much sense. Your logic is so very sound. Ten out of ten.”

Stiles skin itched. He was getting impatient.

He was getting angry.

Stiles turned his back on the small crowd, pushing into the Sheriff’s room without mind to the sputtering Scott. The doctor wasn’t there so he grabbed the chart from the end of the bed, scanning it quickly, adding it to what he already knew. 

His dad had no physical wounds. He had been found unconscious in the parking lot of the police station. He wouldn’t wake up. 

Something supernatural was going on here, and no amount of human medicine would help, period. 

Stiles laid the chart back down and pulled out his cellphone, typing out a quick text, before giving his dad’s hand a lingering squeeze and exiting the room.

Everyone was watching him with sharp eyes, except Scott who was scowling at the ground. It seemed unimpressive and childish on his twenty year old face.

“Argent,” Stiles says, zoning in on Chris. He’s never liked Talia, never appreciated all she let her children get away with and the obviousness of her pack. Chris, however, he had extensively researched. He was a hunter coming into Stiles’ town, but unlike the werewolves he was discreet. Smart. “What are you hunting?”

Chris’ brow creases at his phrasing, but he didn’t acknowledge it as anything odd. “I don’t know much about who did this. He was found unconscious in the parking lot at the police station, and the doctors are still running tests to determine the cause of his condition.”

“Tests that won’t find anything,” Stiles says back, as calmly as he can when it feels like he’s about to shake out of his skin. “Most shifters would have left some kind of outward marking, and there’s no sense of magic around him so I doubt it was a Druid or Wiccan. I’m assuming you all know, so tell me. What. Was. It.” 

“Stiles, you know—”

Talia interrupts Scott. Just as well, because Stiles feels like hitting something the longer they stall. “Just what do you know about all this, Stiles?”

“Your family has never been the most subtle, I figured out about the supernatural when I was nine. My dad, however, wasn’t wrapped up in any of this until I left for college — presumably, he only got involved in the past few months, since his deputy’s haven’t informed me that he suddenly started hanging around Argent, Deaton, or you Hale’s.”

Talia opened her mouth again, and Stiles held up a finger. “Stop. I don’t have time to deal with your insipid questions. Just tell me what we are dealing with. Now.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. Stiles slanted his eyes to the hunter. 

“I’ve been hunting a rogue fae,” Argent said. “Several people in town have fallen comatose, including one of your father’s officers.”

“Fae. Of fucking course, it always has to be fae. What kind?” 

Argent looked at him blankly.

“Come on. Was it seelie or unseelie? An elemental? Changeling? Elf?" Argent's forehead creased. "For chrissakes, did it even originate in this country, or do I have to brush up on my Welsh?”

A throat cleared behind him, and Stiles spun to face the enforcer. “Sweetheart, Christopher has no clue what you’re talking about. I doubt the Argent bestiary takes time to classify the fae beyond methods for killing them.”

“But you don’t even kill them all the same way! It’s—” Stiles groaned in frustration, running a hand over his face. “Forget it. Did anybody get a good look at it? Scott?” 

Scott jolted, mouth snapping shut. “Uh, why do you think I—?”

“Because you’re here, so either you’ve seen it or you dragged my dad into this shitshow. Which one?” Scott shifted.

“Both,” Peter chimed in unhelpfully. Stiles considered wringing his neck, but he was the only one providing any actual information.

“Okay. Okay, we’ll deal with that later. Was it male or female?”

Scott didn’t say anything, glancing towards Talia again.

“Scott, answer my goddamn questions! This is my dad we’re talking about!”

Scott winced back at his decibel, jerking his eyes from Talia to the floor. He looked guilty, as well he should. “A-a girl.”

“Tall or short? What did her skin look like?”

“Uh, tall. Like, taller than you. She was grey, and her eyes—they were completely black.”

Stiles' magic spiked, sparking out of his fingers unhelpfully. Stiles clenched his hands shut and ignored it. “Were there any markings on her forehead?”

“Yeah, there were, like, purple swirls—”

Stiles cursed. Explicitly. 

Talia looked scandalized.

“How long has it been since dad? When was he found?” 

“Eleven hours ago. Parrish called you almost immediately.”

“At least one of the deputy’s are being a good boy,” Stiles murmured thoughtlessly, pacing now. “How long has she been waiting between victims?”

“There have been two a day for the last week.” Peter offered.

Stiles frowned, stilling. “That doesn’t make sense. She shouldn’t have such an appetite, unless…”

“Unless what?” Peter prodded.

“Unless she’s pregnant,” Stiles whispered. He sounded like he was about to faint, and looked little better. “Oh god, a pregnant Aatmanand. I’m surprised this town is still standing.”

He pulled out his phone, flipping through his contacts and trying to ignore the way his hand was trembling.

She picked up on the second ring.

“What is it, Stiles? I’m trying to study.”

“I need your help.”

The person on the other line’s breath hitched, before coming back, smooth as silk. “Are you calling in your favor, Spark?”

“Yes.”

“Can I come to you?”

Stiles glanced at the camera in the room and short circuited it with a spark of energy. Someone gasped. 

“Yes.”

In a flash of light, Adelaide appeared. She was still in her human form except for her gleaming quicksilver eyes, blonde hair tumbling down her back in unruly waves, wearing a monochromatic polka dot pajama set. She took in her audience briefly before turning to Stiles, eyebrow cocking.

“What will you have me do?”

“I have an Aatmanad problem.”

Adelaide took a step towards him, nails sharpening to a point. Her smile was all pointed teeth. “You know I hate those uptight prigs. Just point me in the direction, little Spark.” 

“You can’t kill her,” Stiles ground out, fingers clenching. Adelaide’s nostrils flared, eyes dilating with rage. Stiles held up a hand to stall her protests. “She’s pregnant.” 

“Excuse me? I will not meddle with the Expecting, even for you!” Adelaide hissed.

“I’m not asking you to,” Stiles said impatiently. “I can track her down without you. I just need you to release the knots she weaved about one of the victim’s souls, and drain her leftover magic into a rune.”

Adelaide’s expression twisted again, this time in amusement. “You think much of my abilities. My kind has never been known for this capability.”

“Your kind has never been known for a lot of things,” Stiles returned. That earned him a laugh, quick and dark.

“Very good, Spark. If I do you this favor, my debt is repaid.”

“Agreed.”

“Wait a minute.” Stiles turned to Talia, eyes narrowed. 

“We may not have a minute,” he said coolly. “They die at the twelve hour mark, don’t they? Otherwise Parrish wouldn’t have bothered to say his condition was life threatening. That’s how long it takes her to properly establish her hold and drain them.”

Talia frowned. “You may know something about the supernatural, but this is my land. You cannot summon creatures here without my permission.”

Stiles stared at her. Behind him, Adelaide laughed. 

“What a stupid little wolf,” she smiled. “I can kill her for free, Spark. Alpha’s have the most exquisite aftertaste.”

Peter stood, taking his place behind Talia’s left shoulder. His face was cleared of the previous smirk, eyes hard and calculating. 

“Go fulfill our deal. If I need to kill anybody, I’ll do it myself.”

“You’re no fun,” Adelaide sighed. “I need the rune first.”

Stiles gave her a look, but she just grinned back. Stiles rolled his eyes, grabbing the Sheriff’s badge from his pocket to obscure the transportation spell from curious eyes. 

He held out his hand expectantly, and Adelaide grinned at him, snatching his wrist and gouging into his index finger with a claw. Somebody growled, low and threatening. 

Stiles didn’t wince, just cleared his throat until she dropped his appendage with a pout. 

He drew the anchor rune quickly, all too aware of the eyes in him, and gave her the badge. 

“Remember what I told you when we met,” he warned, when she turned to the room. Adelaide stiffened, glancing over her shoulder at him, and nodded. 

“I would not go against a Spark.”

Stiles turned back to the red eyed Talia. “I don’t fall under your laws,” he said, eyes half-lidded. “As your enforcer could tell you. And even if I did, that is my father. I would tear apart worlds to keep him safe.”

Talia frowned, glancing at her brother. “Peter?”

“He is a Spark, Talia. The Councils combined don’t have enough power to put a leash on his kind.”

“He can’t be,” Laura said, standing to meet her pack. “We would have noticed anything that powerful growing up here. He went to school with Cora, Mia and Scott.”

“‘He’ is right here,” Stiles said drolly. “And consequently doesn’t care what you think.”

[chvsire]

Zhys headcannons?👀 gimme

okay!! this gonna be a mix of general hcs for each of them and also together.

• Zhys’ rivalry is very one sided. Zane genuinely hates Rhys at first, while Rhys is just confused and a little upset that Zane doesn’t seem to like him very much just because the others think Rhys is more intelligent.

-> Rhys actually thinks Zane is much more intelligent than him and has a lot of experience, especially considering their both one of the oldest on the server and have progressed the most in their careers (yeah screw you im not working on their supposed ages, they are toxic old man yaoi to me). He just thinks Zane needs to learn to swallow his ego since it’s obvious his friends are just using him as the butt of the joke.

• Before Rhys met Zane, Aphmau talked about him like he was the world, so Rhys thought he was going to be this very sweet older man who shared some of his interests and would be a good person he could become with friends first.

-> Turns out that sweet older man only exists for Aphmau. Rhys thought the two had a thing for a while after (which wouldn’t be wrong…)

• When Rhys first joined, Aph made him stay with Zane for a while until they got his house built because “you both like smart stuff this could work.”

-> It did not work and Rhys got kicked out the first day after Zane tried very hard to do it “just for aphmau” as he kept saying for himself.

• Rhys ended up building his house right next to Zane’s since most of the plots were full and it also meant he’d be fairly close to Aphmau, who lives next door to Zane.

-> later when they get together, they build a little joint living area between their houses…neither of them want to get rid of their labs to move in with the other, so why not make a shared living space in between their own homes for the times they do want to be together.

• Rhys developed a crush on Zane fairly quickly, but he kept denying it. It started when in their fights Zane felt a need to be very up close and personal with him…and he quickly realized just how easily Zane could grab and move him around.

-> Zane actually scared Rhys the first time he picked him up by the collar in a fight, Rhys didn’t think Zane was very strong considering the others called him weak. It definitely got him feeling things after through

• Rhys may look small next to Zane, but he’s actually one of the tallest on the server alongside Pierce. Zane is just a beast compared to everyone else (save me 6’7 Zane save me)

• Off the server, Zane and Rhys both work in the medical field. Zane works as an ER doctor, while Rhys is slowly working his way into switching to being a psychiatrist! He worked in finance originally.

-> basically, I like them both being nerds but I think it would be interesting if they came from different STEM backgrounds. Zane is definitely more medical with some background in physics / engineering (he’s had a million jobs, he’s a Jack of all trades but anything science related is his prime work) while Rhys’ is purely mathematics with some minor interest in psychology.

• Rhys accidentally psychoanalyses Zane sometimes and it actually drives him up the wall because “I KNOW IM MENTALLY ILL DONT REMIND ME!!”

• Bc of their work hours, Zhys usually gets on the server after long shifts. Before Rhys joined, Zane would be the only one on while others were sleeping or at work (which left others to find his insane projects in the morning). He didn’t mind it at all, considering he would have 18 hour shifts where he’s surrounded by people and under stress, man’s needed the break !! But sometimes it was nice to not be entirely alone after Rhys joined.

• Rhys helps Zane with some of his projects. Zane ofcourse doesn’t really like the idea of their being another “smart” person on the server, but it atleast means someone can FINALLY understand his projects and his speak in his own lingo without him having to dumb down everything he says.

• Zane’s projects success rate surprisingly increased after Rhys joined. Everyone on the server thinks he’s maybe just taking himself more seriously now to one up Rhys.

-> Zane has too much pride when it comes to his work, always thinking that he’s got it perfect the first time and never takes the time to test anything or double check his work. (his doctor ego showing) He’s also the owner of the server and always OPed, so he knows he can just fix whatever he breaks. But having Rhys around atleast means someone will be making sure he put everything in place correctly and doesn’t accidentally throw the server into a disaster for the 10th time that month.

• Zane eventually starts to slowly accept Rhys once he realizes Rhys isn’t trying to take his place on the server and that they actually work really well together in a professional setting.

• Zane has always been the kind of guy to develop feelings and then shove it back down because “I can’t worry about that rn I have a job”, but it’s harder for him to ignore over time as Rhys really likes to stand close with the person he’s talking to and make good eye contact, which slowly starts to get Zane flustered once he realizes just how much Rhys really REALLY listens to him, and easily jealous when he does the same to other people.

• Their first kiss would definitely either be when they’re in a fight or Kim going “oh just kiss already” when they’re bickering and the two just pause and stare at eachother before Zane grabs his face.

-> No one thought they would actually do it and all of them scream in unison the moment Zane just kisses him aggressively bc they all just didn’t see the signs except for Kim. (She knew immediately when she noticed how the way Zane and her fight are not the same as Zane and Rhys…like why are you getting so close to his face like that? to kiss him?)

• Between the two of them Rhys gets the most flustered easiest, Zane can be a hard shell to crack sometimes and he definitely uses the knowledge to his advantage.

[riftdancing]

𝑴𝒊𝒉𝒍𝒊 𝑴𝒊𝒉𝒈𝒐 : 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔?

Quick Facts:

Height: 4'9"

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Pros:

You will never be bored again. Mihli has an adventurous spirit full of wanderlust and wonder. It's incredibly hard for her to stay in one place and she's always looking to dabble in new experiences. This is of course unless she's settled into her favorite cozy window nook with a good book.

Much like adventure Mihli craves knowledge. When she's not galivanting around as a courier for Firelight Trading Company, her nose is often stuck in a book. But being both street and book smart has a lot of advantages. Mihli is a wealth of information, and often has the answers to many questions. Think of her like a walking, talking Encyclopedia Eorzea. She is also well versed in several languages.

Despite her love of being out in the world Mihli is a very hard worker who strives to pay back or pay forward whatever good has been passed on to her. A great example of this is when Mihli and Lysander met, she wound up earning her board (living under his roof) by volunteering to take care of his home (which was in shambles).

She's not a chef, but she's a great home cook and some of her homemade dishes will definitely win over a hungry soul.

Mihli will always do her best to be there when you need her, but never over step into your affairs. She does her best to not cast judgement and offer a safe and comfortable space for those in need of help.

Cons:

She requires a lot of attention. And I mean a LOT of attention. Mihli's partner, Lysander is often victim to her shenanigans which includes her sprawling out over his paperwork and research if he does not pay enough attention to her.

While she won't pry into your affairs, Mihli does struggle with boundaries and personal space. She'll want to be in the middle of everything, much like a feral cat. Doing chores? She's getting in the middle of it. Trying to work? She's either trying to help or getting in the middle of it. Going somewhere? ...there's a crimson haired cat girl blindly following after you. Mihli always wants to be involved and sometimes or depending on the person, this is to a detriment.

The memories of her old life are still a bit fuzzy. She's reclaimed most of it, but sometimes she'll find herself frustrated by a foggy lack of detail. She'll have nightmares about her old life, but find herself even more unnerved and frustrated when she wakes up and struggles to remember what so vivid in her dream world just moments before she opened her eyes.

Reading Fixations. If she finds a topic which is particularly fascinating to her, its almost impossible to get her out of the house and her nose out of that subject until she's consumed enough material to be satisfied. This means she can spend up to a week in her book nook completely invested in the pages and forgetting to care for herself, and sometimes those in her home.

Will not and does not keep up with her doctors appointments. This is in part because she's terrified of her Doctor, Shiro, but also just because she hates check ups and medication in general. Lysander also struggles to help Mihli stay medicated. ...Imagine trying to medicate a feral stray cat. That's what it's like trying to get her to take her meds.

Extra Details:

Sexuality: Ultimately, Mihli is a brat. At heart, she's realized she's a submissive who enjoys giving up control after living a life where she's had to be in control and accountable for so long, but only to the right person. She's also a touch starved tsundere who no matter how much touch affection she receives, will never be fully satisfied, but will be angry that you're giving it to her.

Romantically: Mihli just wants to be loved. She doesn't need to hear it, she just needs to know it in her heart. Despite being tsundere about receiving affection, she craves giving it and her love language comes in many colorful and plentiful forms.

So, tell me...

[dearestro]

Hello, welcome to Tumblr.

I would like to make a request to James Wilson, a reader who is also a doctor and new to the hospital.

And being a flirt, she asks James Wilson on a date, eventually they become a couple.

Thanks for you attention and have a nice day.

Flirtatious Feelings

Disclaimer: I know nothing about healthcare and diseases. Also, I used Google Translate.

Summary: Reader has just started working at Princeton-Plainsboro and after seeing the cute older doctor. Well, she decides to have some fun...who knew it would turn into more?

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

Part 2

Your Pov

"And that concludes the tour. Now I'll introduce you to your mentor." Dr. Cuddy explained as we stopped at an office belonging to a Dr. James Wilson. I couldn't believe it. I was finally going to be actively working as a doctor.

She knocked on the door and I heard a soft 'Come in.' After looking at me she opened the door and gestured me inside.

"Dr. Wilson, this is Dr. y/n l/n. She's your new trainee oncologist." The man looked up at me. He was cute, brown hair, brown eyes, and definitely older. He smiled at me and got up to shake my hand.

"Dr. Wilson, pleasure to me you." I grasped it as he introduced himself. Oh yeah he's definitely cute.

"Pleasure's all mine." I shook his hand and winked. What? I didn't see a ring. He blushed deeply and let go of my hand.

"Well now that you two have met you can resume your work. Good bye and good luck!" And with that Dr. Cuddy had left.

"So um... I have to set up a patient's chemotherapy. I don't suppose you could handle that as I talk to them?" He seemed to be having a little trouble making eye contact. Poor thing.

"Of course. Lead the way...doctor." I smirked at him.

Once we got to the patient he introduced me and starting to explain what was going on while I got to work on the iv. I had tuned most of it out so as to focus and get it in on the first try.

I had finally got it in and plugged in the medicine. I was making sure it was all alright so asked Wilson to turn on the chemo.

"Turn me on doctor." When nothing happened I turned to see a red faced Wilson.

"Ex-excuse me?" He stuttered. I only smiled at him and pointed to the machine. "Right...of course." He quickly turned it on and after he finished talking to the patient we moved on to the next.

Wilson's Pov

It was lunch and I patiently waited for House to join me and inevitably steal my food. He finally walked in and sat across from me.

"What's the matter? Panties in a twist?" I looked at him and was about to protest but he cut me off. "Oh save it. You're obviously upset about something." He grabbed my plate. "I mean you didn't even try to stop me from taking your food today." I rolled my eyes. Debating if I should actually tell him or not.

"I'm mentoring a new oncologist." I finally gave in.

"Ohh. Are they stupid? Ugly? You can say it I won't judge." I sighed at his comment.

"Actually she is the exact opposite." He perked up at that. "She's incredibly smart, quite attractive, and very bold."

"I don't see the problem. If I were you I'd hit that." I rolled my eyes. "Unless of course the problem is...you want to hit that." I glared at his crude language.

"No I do not want to 'hit that'. It's just..." I once again debated on telling him the details...but then again who else was I going to tell? "She winked at me when we first met, then when we were with a patient she said 'Turn me on doctor.' And then when she was passing a file to a patient she leaned over me with her breasts practically shoved in my face. There's something about her. I don't know if she means anything or if it's all a coincidence." I finally looked up at House and awaited his reaction. He started cackling.

"So your problem is that a girl might be flirting with you?" I grimaced under his stare. "Oh. The problem is that you want it to be intentional. You like like her. Wilson's got a girlfriend. Wilson's got a girlfriend!" He started singing right as she walked into the cafeteria and starting walking towards us. "What you can't take a joke anymore?" He asked confused.

"She's coming!" I whispered. He turned to look but I hit him. "Don't look you idiot!"

Your Pov

I had found the cafeteria and saw Dr. Wilson. Seeing as I know no one else...and for other reasons...I approached his table. He was sitting with a taller, older man.

"Dr. Wilson! Good to see you again!" I greeted as the other turned to look at me.

"Holy shit."

"Excuse me?" I asked the man.

"Sorry about him. This is Dr. House. House this is my trainee...Dr. l/n." I looked between the two boys as they looked like I had barged in on a secret meeting before extending my hand to Dr. House.

"Pleasure to meet you." I smiled.

"Pleasure's all mine." He winked at me.

"I'm sure it is." I laughed at the older man's obvious flirting. "Anyways I just wanted to say hi seeing as I don't know anyone else." I said as I turned to Wilson who seemed shocked at what he just saw. "So...hi." I smiled at him. That seemed to knock him out of it.

"Oh. Hi." He stared up at me. "Uh...would you...would you like to join us?" I smiled at the invitation.

"Sure! But I have to go get my lunch...would you like me to get yours too?" I asked seeing as he had no plate in front of him. He only stared with a goofy look on his face. Did I mention this man was cute?

"Huh?" I pointed at the empty space in front of him at the table. He snapped out of his trance "Oh right. Um no it's fine. Thank you though." I said a small 'ok' and went off to get my lunch.

Wilson's Pov

"Way to be subtle loverboy." I turned to House.

"What?"

"Come on! You stared at her the entire time and then watched her as she left to get lunch. She has a great ass by the way same with the tits. I swear if you don't go after her I will." I shook my head at his words.

"I can't go after her. She's younger than me. Besides we both know how my love life goes."

"Yeah it's shit. But come on she could just be a fling. You don't need a big relationship." He argued. I rolled my eyes, he really didn't get it.

"And then I have to work with her for the rest of my life and it's awkward. Great plan!" I said sarcastically. He only scoffed. "Wait shut up. Here she comes."

Your Pov

After I got back to the boys we all talked together and House continuously hit on me while Wilson apologized for him and stared at me. Over all? It was awkward but nice. Now was the end of the work day and after spending the entire afternoon ruffling Wilson's feathers I decided to go for it. I mean what's the worst that could happen?

I was about to leave when Wilson asked if he could walk me out to my car. We finally got to my car and we were alone. It's now or never.

"Hey wait! So do you want to go on a date?" I asked. I tried to sound confident but it was starting to crack as I saw him just stare at me. "James?" He jolted out of the trance.

"Right! I-I would love to!" I smiled and reached into my purse for the scrap of paper I had prepared in case this went well.

"Great! So here's my number and address...pick me up at 8?" I asked, hoping he didn't have plans. He looked at the paper and then up at me.

"Uh. Sure! See you at 8 then." He seemed flustered. I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"See you." And with that I left to get ready for my date.

I got home with 45 minutes to get ready. I quickly freshened up, chose a simple black dress that could easily go from day to night since I didn't know where we were going, put on some makeup with red lipstick to make it pop, and black kitten heels. By the time everything was finished and ready I heard my apartment doorbell ring. I quickly walked over to answer it, hoping I didn't look overdressed.

When I opened the door I was faced with Dr. Wilson. He had on a different button down shirt from earlier and slacks. I smiled at him and asked him in for a quick drink. I had him sit on the couch well I went to get some water for the both of us before we left.

"You have a lovely apartment Dr. l/n." I could hear the uneasiness in his voice. I chuckled.

"Thank you but please call me y/n." I entered with our drinks. He looked me up and down.

"Right o-of course." He blushed. "You look wonderful. Suddenly I feel underdressed." I sat down next to him and smirked.

"Not nearly enough." I winked as he turned scarlet. I giggled at his reaction. "Anyways...where would you like to go?"

"Me?" He pointed at himself. I shook my head holding back a laugh at the confused expression on his face.

"Yes, you. We can go to a club, bar, restaurant, hell we could go to McDonald's for all I care!" I laughed while he shook his head in amusement.

"Well, there's a nice bar a few blocks away if you're interested. " I just smiled at him and off we went.

We were a few drinks in just talking about our lives when the bartender came up with a drink.

"Compliments of the man at that table." She pointed to a man in the corner of the house who winked at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the tender.

"Not that I want to be wasteful, but can you just dump it? You can never be too careful...besides I'm on a date." I placed my hand on Jame's and smiled at him. I could tell he was getting a little antsy at the situation. She nodded politely and dumped the drink, and I turned to James. "So where were we?" We continued talking when the next thing I know is I'm being turned around. I looked up to see the man from earlier maliciously smirking down at me.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing with this guy?" I frowned at the situation, but he continued. "You know it isn't polite to waste a drink someone's bought for you." The more he eyed me like a piece of meat, the more nervous I got, but I tried not to show it. "Why don't you trade that lemon for a Mustang." He motioned towards James and then himself. I scoffed. This guy is disgusting.

"Oh, I already did. You see, I used to date a guy like you...ya know a 'lemon'. But now I've got my Mustang and I'm happier than ever." I rubbed Jame's thigh to prove my point. The guy scoffed and walked off, thankfully deciding not to cause a scene. I smirked and turned back to James, who seemed a little shocked. My brow furrowed at his expression. "Are you ok?" He shook his head like he was knocked out of deep thought.

"Yeah! Yeah. I'm ok." He looked up at me and grasped my hand that was still on his thigh. "You didn't have to do that. You know." I shook my head.

"Nonsense. You're my hot date, and everyone should know it. Especially that sleaze." I smiled as he lightly chuckled. "Anyways. You were saying you went to McGill? That's in Montreal right?" He nodded. "Did you pick up any French?"

"At the time, yeah. But I'm quite rusty." He said as if he knew what my next question would be. "I'm not so sure I can speak it anymore, though." I softly smiled as I brought our hands up to the table.

"Can you try? For me?" I tried. He laughed at my lame attempt of puppy dog eyes.

"Um...Je ne comprends pas pourquoi une belle jeune fille comme toi veut sortir avec un mec comme moi." (I don't understand why a beautiful young girl like you wants to date a guy like me.) I frowned at his broken response.

"Simple, vous êtes doux, gentil, attentionné et indéniablement beau." (Simple, you are sweet, kind, caring, and undeniably handsome.) I cupped his face in my hands so that we met eyes and smiled sweetly.

"You-you speak French?" He stuttered as his cheeks grew warm. I nodded.

"What can I say? In high-school it was either Spanish or French. I'm a sucker for romance." I shrugged. I looked behind him and saw a pool table. I stood up and tugged him behind me.

"You played me?" I laughed a little, still dragging him along until we got to the table.

"Maybe...let's play pool!"

[dufferpuffer]

I know people have a problem with bookworm!remus because he only is seen reading one book in canon (even though I don’t think that’s a fair reason to completely dismiss that hc) but I often think about the fact that for all of his childhood before hogwarts he literally didn’t have any friends and couldn’t even really interact with other kids, if that’s his situation it makes a lot of sense to be giving him hobbies like being interested in movies (though I don’t think he’d have easy access to them given the whole wizard thing), music and books. I mean it’s very common for lonely children to take interest in books because it’s a way to live in another world where characters can give you comfort, I really don’t think it’s a stretch to hc Remus as a bookworm. I also recognize that the pushback might be coming from frustrations with fanon in general, as fanon Lupin apparently doesn’t look much like canon Lupin (I wouldn’t really know I don’t really interact with that side of the fandom) but still I feel like it might be misdirected anger.

Oh! Oh oh! I LOVE bookworm Remus! I love 'does little crafts' Remus! Baby Remus reading books and colouring in and staying inside all the time - because he can't go make friends with the other kids - and they are scared of his scars, anyway!

I LOVE 'Remus that has a soft spot for fiction'! He doesn't' get to have friends growing up, he doesn't get to have many friends as an ADULT - and he is always acting a role... why not those roles be based on characters in the many books he has read? Plus books are cheap, easy to carry and easy to replace.

'Learned how to cook and clean muggle-style because he was at home with a sickly mother and wanted to help scrub the rental property before they had to move again' Remus!

I have a HC that he grew up with music and the radio I find it hard to believe they would carry a TV with them from house to house when they need to move so often - maybe a small black and white? Ha, baby Remus watching Dr Who in the 60s... It's a shame the 3rd Doctor started when Remus was going off to Hogwarts - I think he would have liked him...

I don't know if there is a backlash on bookworm Remus as much as there is on smart Remus. Like... smartest of the bunch Remus. Because thats just not true - and isn't how he is as an adult, either. He really isn't that studious or... idk... research-y...? Albus and Severus are pushing the boundaries of magical knowledge in the fields they are interested in. Sirius and James were child genius' doing the near-impossible. Remus... doesn't do that. He is specifically excluded from that.

But Remus isn't DUMB. He knows his stuff. We DO see him with his nose in a book, and I think that MEANS something. It just doesn't have to mean much. "Remus likes books" Or "Remus studies even when outside"

But it will always be hilarious how the text goes "James and Sirius were INCREDIBLY smart and RIDICULOUSLY talented, doing things that were basically impossible" And yet people go "Remus was the brains. He read... a book"

[eanul-rmbl]

my own personal modern au hypnos headcanons (for fun)

aka: me projecting onto hypnos for several sentences

- personally, I believe he ironically good at keeping the plants he does have

-don't get me wrong, I believe that if he has a difficult plant that needs very specific conditions, it would die

but a coleus? a swiss cheese vine? succulent? a cactus?? he definitely has them lying around in his room.

-drapes and drapes of hanging cloths, like see through silky curtains similar to those found in the hypnos and thanatos painting.

-he has some outdoor plants, too! if he has his own house and it's not an apartment.

-but if it's an apartment, they're just on the balcony area.

-man just sprinkled some poppy seeds inside a pot, left it outside, and hoped for the best! and it worked!!!!

-his room is what you call “organized chaos”, as in, he’s just throwing his clothes onto the floor before bed and his various blankets are scattered on the floor if he isn't sleeping with them and somehow it looks fine

-man sleeps with at least two blankets and two pillows

-he can sleep in any conditions, honestly, but it's more comfortable to have two warm blankets, one pillow to rest the head, and one to cuddle <3 (he's touch starved/ bonus points if it's a sfw bull of minos fan body pillow)

-he has an acoustic lying in his room guitar he can hardly play

-and a kalimba

-bby boy has instruments but too tired to learn properly (can prolly play a song or two)

-maybe he has a lyre too, idk (hypnos was dear friend to the muses in greek mythos, so)

-hypnos being chronically cold (loves the summer, when he can finally wear normal person clothes) in all seasons except the heat of summer

-wears lots of red (I mean that's a given)

-I'm talking red hoodies, red cardigans, red sweaters, red longsleeve shirts, red t-shirts

-also loose-fitting clothing

-I don't think he'd appreciate those form-fitting t-shirts they make for women

-he'd like the loose skirts, though

-and definitely has at least one of those pants that look like skirts

-can't spell/write (bby boy's v smart, but has doctor's handwriting and spells sentences and scentences, etc)

[kim-the-kryptid]

House OC Dumping

I didn't get the chance to draw the guy today so I thought instead I'd expand on his info and compile it all together in a post for myself and anyone curious.

If you also have an oc and wanna talk about them feel free to dm me! I'm honestly very shy but I don't have many friends into House 🧡

Basic Info

Dr. Kieran Finn Campbell MD. (He/him)

DOB: 15th Oct. 1975 (29 in '04)

Credentials: Doctorate in Psychology, Bachelor's in Genetics

Passes FtM, closeted nb & bisexual (probably grey aro)

Career: Fellowship with House from 04-07, joins Psych department 07-current but specializes in and studies genetics on the side

Appearance

5'8ft/176cm

Short black hair with messy bangs

Small rectangle glasses & green eyes

Prominent mole on his left cheek near his mouth

Pretty skinny with lanky legs

Small patch of stubble on his chin to prove he can in fact grow it

Wears a button up and tie with jeans plus the doctor's coat

Both of his ears are pierced

Notes

British but emmigrated for job opps

Autistic with chronic joint pain

Fave fellow duckling is Chase

People pleaser, needs good vibes in the ddx room and doesn't get them

Backstory

Kieran doesn't talk much about himself, he's there to do his job and get out. This leads to people in the hospital viewing him as a bit mysterious or cold, but really he just doesn't think there's much to tell and doesn't want to come off as arogant. Below is all House could get out of him:

Kieran was living in England up until he graduated from the Uni of Manchester and moved to the U.S to find more opportunities in the field of genetics. At some point during college, he transitioned and went stealth in professional spaces. His promised position fell through while he was on his way to getting his green card, but he decided not to cancel and look for something else. He ended up at PPTH with a fellowship that he honestly wasn't excited for, since it meant no speciality work. Kieran decided to stick with it and ended up enjoying the system of the fellowship and found a way to continue to pursure his research. After 3 years, he quit alongside the others for undisclosed personal reasons and took a position in the Psychology department where he remains. Along the way, he joined a non-profit Genetics lab where he continues to study genetic conditions.

Personality

Kieran is a hot mess. He's super smart and focused on his work but struggles with the humanistic part of medicine. He often understands or agrees with House's views or strageties because medicine isn't inately human for him. This is why he enjoyed the ddx department and became a geneticist in the first place. He's pretty independent so adapting to a team was difficult at first but he saw the advantages and tries to connect with more people after quitting the fellowship. He doesn't judge people too harshly and so genuinely likes everyone he works with and doesn't get involved in spats. His personal life is kept private but he isn't lonely, just has decent work/home boundaries. He's very chill and easy going in the ddx room because he tries to trust the process and respects his colleagues. This doesn't just mean he's a doormat, he'll fight for a diagnoses/treatment he believes is right but tries not to get too riled up. House picks him out often simply because unconvering anything usable against Kieran was like finding gold. It's all in good fun at his expense until it affects his performance or process, which is when he'd get genuinely annoyed at the prying and medling. If House is poking him, he's likely hiding in the lab or Wilson's office just so he get work done in peace and quiet.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Reki and Langa finding out their s/o's family is famous? (Mom's a pianist, dad's a painter, older sister's a jewelry maker, etc.)

Reki + Langa + Reader - a star among the cosmos

“Is that a Grammy?? And an Oscar!?!” Reki asked excitedly as he looked at your mantel.

“Yeah. The Grammy was for one of her first albums. The rest of them are in storage. The Oscar is for some US movie she helped write the soundtrack for a few years ago.”

“Your dad has a doctorate in art studies?”

“It’s honorary.” [Y/N] told Langa. “We was awarded it from Oxford after some installation he did for their campus.”

“Isn’t your sister in London for some expo?” Reki asked, stepping away from the awards to focus on some other marker of achievement on the wall.

“Yes. To showcase her new jewelry line.” [Y/N] sit down on the couch and wait for them to be done.

“Wow. It must be so amazing to have such famous people in your family.”

“Yeah….it’s great….”

The boys stop their perusing and turn to [Y/N]. Who looked sullen for a moment before they sat up straight again. “Don’t look at me like that. It is great. I love my family. And they love me. They’re all great but sometimes they’re….too great.” Reki & Langa don’t seem to understand. So [Y/N] explained further. “It’s hard being in family were everyone is so successful. And I’m just…average.”

They seem to get it now and jump into action. “You’re not average [Y/N]!” Reki exclaimed. “You’re an awesome skater!”

“I’m above average at that.” They told him. “I’m no where near as good as Cherry or Adam.”

“Well, yeah. Cherry ‘s a lot older, so he’s had more practice. Adam is just…crazy.”

“You’re also really smart.” Langa chimed in.

“I’m average smart.” As and Bs, some Cs. Not advanced placements or classes. Just regular ones that they did pretty well in. Nothing like their sister. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. It’s just…hard to be a regular person in a house full of overachievers. I’m not amazing like them.”

“You’re pretty amazing to us.”

[Y/N] looked up at Langa, who was looking at you seriously. Reki beside him with also an eager disposition to agree.

It felt warm. Comforting. Again, your family was very accepting and supportive of you. This wasn’t some teen movie where they cast out the ‘under achiever’. They treated you as an equal. But being treated as an equal and being an equal were different things.

“Thanks guys. I appreciate it.”

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Reki suddenly said. “Your house is cool, but I don’t want to waste a nice day like this indoors. Let’s go skate!”

He was already pulling [Y/N] up from the couch and towards the door. Langa in toe. [Y/N] thought that they might not be great at everything like their family, but at least they had great friends.

[all-pacas]

do you ever think about chase vs kutner replacing house... i got the vibe that they were setting up kutner to be house's successor and then had to switch to chase. his character arc in s8 was a little sudden if i remember correctly (havent seen it in like a year lolsies) but it was also really interesting. but also i love kutner and i can imagine him running a department with a lot more gusto than chase. interesting to wonder if kutner would continue the cycle of (weird) abuse like chase presumably does, or if things would be different with him in charge

I mean, I hope this isn't a hot take, because I think Kutner was great, but there was no way he was ready to take over for House any time soon. It was a running joke that he was a massive liability; he kept pretty consistently making pretty severe mistakes (setting people on fire!). And he also had a real creative brilliance, he was smart as hell and had a ton of potential, but he was nooooot anywhere near a leader. He'd have made a great number two, though. And it's possible with a few more years of development, he would have gotten better, but to be honest most of the time to show was setting up Foreman to be the true successor, not Kutner or Chase.

Which I think says a lot about what the show thinks — and House thinks, maybe — about what the "next House" should be. I think Foreman is hands down the smartest of the fellows on like, a testing level. He lacks the Chase/Kutner/House creative spark, but he's always set up as the Smart One, someone whose brains House respects from day one, someone who has entire character arcs about being like House and not wanting to be. And over time the show drifted away from that, and became more aware of his flaws. We also know that he was never planned on becoming the New Cuddy, they were floating bringing back one of the S4 rejects for the role for a while, they didn't plan on Cuddy leaving. I think that Foreman was planned on being the successor. That's almost stated from S1.

And in a way I think it's bad writing, because the show did lean more into him having a pathological need to be in charge, and because it tended to humble him by having him kill patients, which, uh, undermines the "he's the best doctor" thing by a lot. The fact that Foreman as Dean of Medicine makes so much sense feels kind of… telling? It feels right for him to be an admin and a boss instead of a Creative Genius Doctor, you know?

Likewise, Chase taking over was definitely a S8 thing. I was looking at the dates and airdates and stuff: Hugh Laurie announces he's not continuing the show, and the very next episode to air is Nobody's Fault, followed by Chase. The episode after those is one where everyone agrees Chase deserves to be "team leader;" Chase then gets a run of solving cases while House isn't around. Like, very clearly the show went "oh, fuck, we have 14 episodes left of the series," and one of the main tasks was setting up Chase as House's successor. And I think it does actually fit well, even if it's obviously rushed. Even if it was an accident, he did have the best solve rate of the fellows, and there is something very fitting about it. (Honestly, if they weren't cowards, they wouldn't have fired Jennifer Morrison and we could have had an ending montage where the original kids literally emulate the grown ups: head of diagnostics, dean of medicine, and Cameron as a department head to slot in for Wilson. Imagine.)

SO ANYWAY. TL;DR part one: Chase being the successor wasn't planned at all, but I think it fits. Kutner, god love him, would have made an incredible number two (imagine him being Chase's #2), but I really don't think he was ready for leadership.

(To be fair, Chase also almost never got a chance to be a leader, although we do see him mentoring Park and Masters a bit and doing it well.)

(I'm gonna have to make a different post about a leadership tangent WATCH THIS SPACE)

As for Kutner's leadership style… honestly, I think he'd have so much fun. I think his fellows would have so much fun. I'm not sure how efficient they'd be (I don't picture Kutner as a big details and paperwork kind of guy), but his patients would love him too. It would be so nice.