#i've only seen it a few times but it always gets me

[kiemiu]

jock!chris first noticing nerd!reader . . . ☆

11:08AM time was going by so slowly. It seemed as if the minute hand moved every hour or so and would rewind back every time Chris made eye contact with it. The mechanical pencil in his hand tapped incessantly against his opened notebook that remained blank, despite his professors frequent reminders of how important note-taking is for the course.

If he wanted to make it to practice on time he had to be out of the door as soon as the clock struck 11:10, the football field being on the other side of campus which would've been a 20 minute walk in itself, leaving him only 5 minutes or so to get changed and onto the field.

His coach had been lecturing him an excessive amount recently. Threatening to kick him off the team for his less than admirable grades, making him run extra laps for forgetting his gear, as well as making him do twice of every workout whenever he arrived late. Because of that, Chris would be the last person off of the field, no matter how late it was or how terrible the weather had gotten. He'd practice until nightfall despite the ache in his bones, only deciding to leave when the maintenance came and threatened lock up.

He rarely had time to study. Even when he did decide to sit down and try without any distractions, his brain refused to retain the information like he wanted it to. Out of frustration and a need for an escape, he'd end up hitting up his friends to hang out, ignoring the rest of his academic duties. His carelessness for his studies always came back to slap him in his face, his grade report that was once littered with C's and the occasional B, now replaced with low D's and a few F's.

He had no time to dwell on his grades as the clock finally struck 11:10. He gathered his things at an unimaginable speed, wasting no time to leave. 'Sorry's' and 'Excuse Me's' slipped past his lips as he jogged down the steps, dodging book bags, and sliding by people who took too long to move.

As soon as he made it past the double doors, he started to pick up his pace. But before his light run could transition into a full on sprint, he turned the corner only to collide with another body.

A flurry of papers, and pens scattered around as his eyes widened in panic. "Holy shit! A-are you okay?" He asked, wasting no time to bend down and help pick up the mess of supplies that he created. A quiet whisper of "M'fine." and a shift to fix your glasses made Chris look up from the now dirtied and crumpled pieces of paper in his hands.

His head slightly tilted to get a better view of your face that was pointed down. His mouth slightly falling agape as he took in the soft slope of your nose, and the supple plumpness of your cheeks. "Pretty..." he murmured under his breath, his hands falling limp to his sides.

You hummed in confusion, before fully turning towards him. Your eyebrows furrowing, and the scrunch of your nose only confirmed Chris's earlier comment. "Um, I'm Chris." He repeated louder, swallowing deeply to help soothe the dryness in his throat.

"Oh, uh— I know. We share poetry together." You replied, your hand reaching up to adjust your glasses for a second time. He blinked in confusion before turning his unabashed stare back down to the mess of paper, your gaze was nothing if not non-threatening, yet it still made him avert his eyes to resist the slight fluttering in his stomach.

"Wh-Really? How come I've never seen you?" He curiously asked, his hands scurrying to cover up his papers that were littered with red ink corrections and F's. "Maybe because we sit on different sides of the room? It's fine though, I'm not really one to get noticed." You replied, your voice soft, and quiet as a mouse. You were so timid so it made sense to him on why he never noticed you. Always deep into the crowd of rowdy men alike and flashy women with nothing to lose.

He hummed in response, rising to his feet at the same time as you while separating your mix of papers. "Uh, this is yours." he murmured, following up with a quick apology from the smudges of dirt on your once pristine worksheets. A faint ' Thank you ' caught his ears before you handed him his papers in return. A flush of red creeping past the collar of his jacket as you handed him a piece of paper that was littered with unskillful drawings of dicks and middle fingers. "My friend." Chris uttered out as he took the paper. Your eyebrows raised in question before he continued on awkwardly. "He-He was the one who—um, drew all of that stuff.." He muttered, his voice getting weaker towards the end of his sentence.

You only nodded with a tight-lipped smile before slowly creating a distance between the two of you. "I have to go." You mumbled, an awkward smile still on your face as you made your way around him. "Oh, yeah! Me too. I'll see you around!" He replied, one of his hands running through his hair before he tucked it into his pocket. "Bye, Chris." you lastly stated before turning the corner and wandering off to your next class.

He whispered out a 'Bye' that only he could hear. His feet planted in place as he dreamily thought back to your interaction. It only lasted a few minutes but he knew he'd be thinking about it constantly until he saw you again.

"Wait! I didn't get your name!"

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[measuredingold]

i’d walk through hell for you

authors note: saw that best friend!noah is all the talk right now and decided to finally free this from the drafts. inspired by a walk through hell by say anything :) there will be a second part that’s already finished and will be posted next week ! i’m not sure about a third lol as always, i hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

divider: @saradika-graphics

word count: 3.1k

cross posted on ao3

cw/tw: angst, hurt/comfort, heavy anxiety, best friend!noah, Noah Is A Nightmare But He Can’t Help It, reader is a sweetie and loves their friend and wants to make it better, oh eventual friends to lovers btw, 18+ minors do not interact

You haven't seen him like this in a long time. You can't even remember the last time he allowed you to see him like this, on edge, snippy with fucking everyone, and down right a fucking nightmare. You thought he had gotten that under control, at least from what he’s told you, but the scene before you lets you know that may not be the case.

For the most part. He could be worse, you think.

You've seen him far worse than this plenty of times, yet it still makes your stomach turn in an unpleasant way, and there's a foul taste settling in the back of your throat as you step into his room.

“Hey.” You say quietly, making your presence known.

“Hi.” He doesn’t even bother looking up at you. Your chest tightens.

“Jolly says you’re being a nightmare,” Noah snorts at your words, but you know he doesn’t find it that amusing. “Wanna tell me what’s up?”

Your heart breaks as your best friend finally looks up at you, the bags under his eyes and the permanent frown on his lips feeling like a literal stab to the gut. You drop your bag by the door and slowly make your way towards him.

"I can't fucking..." He sucks in a deep breath as he throws his arms towards his computer setup in the corner in his room, eyes narrowing. "This one part in the song I showed you last week. It doesn't sound right. I've messed with it for days, even sent it off to Jolly and even he can't fucking get it to sound good and, " He rubs a hand down his face, "I have to send it by tomorrow night with like four other songs. The others are fine but this fucking one..."

"Sebbe. Breathe."

He does, one long shaky breath, and you're finally looking closely enough to realize his entire body is shaking. Your anxiety kicks in then, alarms sounding off in your head because you know where this can lead. You've seen it before. Your legs take you over to his bed that he's sitting on, joining him. You make sure to keep some space between the two of you, not wanting to overwhelm him more than needed.

"I just don't know what's fucking wrong with me. Like, why can't I figure this out? I did the thing, I took the break. Came back with a clear head or whatever but all I did was fuck up the song even more to where Jolly can't even fix it and-"

"Noah."

He stills at your voice, lazily dragging his eyes towards you. He looks so tired. You know him well enough to know the break was a good fifteen minutes before he sat his ass back in that chair and clearly worked himself to the ground. You know that he's probably only slept a handful of hours in the last few days, and you fucking hate that. He struggles with sleep as is, so you know the stress of this deadline isn't good for him at all.

"Listen to me, okay?" You say slowly. Noah just blinks at you. "Send it off the way it is. You've done your best, but if you keep messing around with it with this nasty attitude, it's not going to get any better. Make sure to make a note on why the song might sound unfinished, mention that you've been struggling."

"But-"

"I'm not finished." His mouth snaps shut. "Tell Jolly you sent it off and that you guys will work on it later. These are just supposed to be demos, right?" It takes a second but Noah eventually nods, somehow looking even more tired than he did seconds ago. "Then there’s no reason for it to be perfect, anyways. Just go on to something else and then go back to it when you don't feel so... negative."

The silence after your words makes your stomach turn, Noah slowly blinking at you. You know your words are registering in his mind, but they’re melting away. He's going to only hear one part of your speech, and it's the part about sending an unfinished song to his label. The unfinished and not perfect song which is unacceptable in Noah standards, and you can already make out the frown that's beginning to form on his lips.

"I have to finish it."

"No, you actually don't."

"Yes, I actually fucking do." He bites out.

You know he doesn't mean it, to be snippy with you, but that's what happens when he's like this. Irrational, says things before thinking about them. You can't stop the way you flinch, though, grimacing at the way it hurts when he throws his anger at you. His frown only deepens, sadness etching itself over his face.

"Sorry." He mumbles, head tilting down. "I just... I need to finish it. I can't just send it off the way that it is. That's not good enough."

"Demos aren't supposed to be good. That's why they're called demos. It’s the rough draft.”

"You don't get it." He groans out, resting his elbows on his knees and placing his head in his hands. "I just... I can't do that. You know I fucking can't. It's gotta be perfect, because if not-"

"You feel like a failure." You finish his words for him and watch the second his shoulders drop.

He doesn't respond, doesn't even take his hands off his face. Instead he just nods slowly.

"Noah..."

He remains silent next to you but you can hear the way his breathing has picked up, a lot shakier than it had been seconds ago. The hands that were sprawled across his face were shaking again and this time you don't bother keeping your space, scooting closer to him.

You're deliberate with your actions, hand reaching out to slide off the beanie on top of his head. You let it fall, hand now smoothing down some of his hair that was messed up by the hat. You're quiet when your fingers gently card through his hair and you do it a few times before your nails scratch at his scalp, slow and gentle.

It takes a second, a lot longer than you actually expected, but his breathing begins to even out. His hands are still shaky, though, and he still has yet to even pick his head up. You have a feeling of what's running through his mind, and you so desperately want to crawl inside there and throw it out yourself. Fill his head with better thoughts and rid him of the mean ones he's sifting through currently.

Your hand drops from the top of his head, instinctively pushing a fallen strand behind his ear before sliding your hand down to the back of his neck. Your fingers apply a good amount of pressure there, gently rubbing out the tension. You hear him sigh out, the noise muffled by his hand.

“Talk to me. What’s going on up there, bub?”

"This is all I have." He finally says after long minutes of silence, voice sounding strained.

You frown.

He continues, "The band. Music. It's all I have. All I'm good at. I can't... it has to be perfect, you know? If it's not..." He sucks in a shaky breath and your fingers dig back into his neck. "If it's not perfect, I don't know how much longer I'll have this. One fuck up and... and this all can be..."

He doesn't finish his words, but you know what he was going to say.

This all can be taken away from me.

Noah confided that fear to you so many times, but each time you're reminded of it it's like a part of you dies. His fear of losing everything at the snap of a finger is something that haunts him and has stayed with him for as long as you could remember. No matter how hard he tried to run from it, to know that things don't always end and can't be taken from him so easily, it always seemed to come crawling back.

"It's not going to be taken away from you." You say in a small voice, scooting even closer to him. Your legs are pressed together now and you don't stop rubbing at his neck, hoping to relieve some of the stress.

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do." Your fingers stop but your hand doesn't move. "Noah, look at me."

A beat passes before he's finally removing his hands from his face, slowly turning his head to stare at you. Somehow the bags under his eyes have darkened in the few minutes you've been in here with him, and it seems like that frown on his lips is permanently sketched there.

"You've gotten this far without it being taken from you." You start slowly, thumb now brushing against the side of his neck. "You're good at what you do. Everyone knows that, and everyone knows that you're not perfect. You don't need to be perfect. We all have bad days. One song that isn't sounding like you wanted isn't going to be the be all end all of your career."

"But what if it is?" He sounds so small, voice shaking with fear of the hypothetical what if and all you want to do in this moment is gather him up in your arms and never fucking let go.

"It isn't." You press. "This has happened before and guess what happened? Nothing. Nothing was taken from you, and life went on as it did."

Noah just blinks at you. You stare back at him, pressing your lips together as you mull over your next words. You're not sure if what you're telling him is getting through that head of his and you're not sure what to do next. You think he needs to take a break, a much longer one, and needs to get out of his room. Probably the house, too. Away from the problem to clear his head.

"Hey," Your thumb keeps brushing against his neck and something warm spreads across your chest when you feel him melt into the touch. "How about you come over? For the day. We go back to mine and just watch some Naruto. I haven't finished it yet."

His blank expression is soon replaced with something similar to pain and his eyes dart from your face to the corner of his room, where his set up remains. You reach up with your other hand without much thought, cupping the side of his face to turn him back towards you.

"Noah."

"I..."

His eyes dart back and forth between your face and his computer, and you can almost physically see the battle happening in his head. The need for perfection. The need for control. His hands start to shake in his lap again and your thumb brushes against the top of his cheek, trying to pull him back to you.

"Just for a few hours. A couple episodes, that's all. Just to get you out of that head of yours, then we can come back here and you can finish up that song."

A compromise, but it's enough to have that pained look on his face to fall for just a moment, body relaxing under your fingertips.

"Okay." Noah breathes out, eyes fluttering shut momentarily. " A few hours."

You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face, that warmth from minutes ago settling across your chest again.

"Thank you."

He doesn't reply, just blinks at you again and gives you a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless. You're not sure you got through to him, but maybe he was exhausted enough to not care anymore. Whichever one it was you'll take it, as long as it gets him away from that computer and hopefully out of his mind.

He's quiet when gathering his things, lingering by his desk when he saves whatever song it was giving him a hard time before shutting the computer down all together. He doesn't say anything when you leave either, silently following you through the house and to your car. It worries you every time he goes quiet like this, but you know it's the exhaustion from his anxiety finally catching up. And probably the minimal hours of sleep he's gotten in the last few days. Still, you hate it.

The only sign of life from him was when he bopped his head to a random song in a playlist you two created together, adding random things in there from time to time. You can't remember the name, it's one of his songs you think, which is confirmed by him humming quietly in the passenger seat next to you, scrolling through his phone.

Noah still hasn't said a word by the time you reach your apartment, and doesn't bother saying anything when he gets out of your car, shuffling behind you. You try to hide your worry as you unlock your door, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Make yourself at home."

He makes a noise in response, a quiet hum, toeing off his shoes before making a beeline for your couch, sinking immediately into the cushions. You smile at that, watching as he gets comfortable in your space. It wasn't always like this, when the two of you first became friends, but after years of growing closer, your space was almost like his. It was nice to know he trusted you that much.

"Have you eaten?" You call out to him, making your way around your kitchen. He doesn't look up from his phone.

"No."

You glare at him, but he still isn't looking. "Noah."

"Wasn't hungry." He brushes it off before pausing and finally looks up from his phone, exhaustion evident in his features as he stares at you. "I'm kind of hungry now, though."

"Yeah?" That relaxes you a bit. "I got some leftover pizza in the fridge if you want some."

"Sure."

You try to ignore the way he still sounds so... small. Barely there, like he's off in some other world. You busy yourself with fixing a plate for both you and him and make sure to pour him some water in the biggest glass that you own, knowing damn well he hasn't had a sip in hours. You bring the plates in first, setting them on the coffee table in front of your couch before going back to retrieve your drinks. You hand his cup to him, narrowing your gaze.

"Drink."

You don't miss the way he rolls his eyes but takes the glass from you without a fight, taking a slow sip. You feel like you can breathe easier now knowing that he's drunk something, and is going to eat something soon too, and you finally settle onto the couch next to him, pulling your legs up under you.

The two of you sit in silence as you mess around with your remote, trying to figure out which streaming service had Naruto on it. It had been a while since you watched it, and you knew you had to finish it. Noah's been bugging you for months, maybe even years, so now's a good time as any to start it back up.

"I can't believe you still haven't finished." You’re surprised he’s said a full sentence, words muffled around the pizza in his mouth.

"I'm trying." You whine out before taking a bite of your pizza. "There's just so many episodes."

He snorts. "You haven't even gotten to Shippuden yet."

"...You're telling me there's more?"

You look at him, head tilted and eyes wide. Noah takes in your expression and laughs, the real breathy one he does when he thinks something's ridiculous. That warm feeling in your chest returns and suddenly you feel something similar to pride fill you, being the reason behind that laughter. His lips twitch into what you think is supposed to be a smile, shaking his head.

"Dude."

"You didn't tell me there was more!"

"Yes I did! I literally told you that this was part one, and then Shippuden was part two."

"I literally don't remember that at all." You grumble out, rolling your eyes.

"You could've already been on Shippuden if you'd just watch it."

"I forgot, okay?" You cry out, which only makes Noah laugh harder. "Fucking sue me."

"We're finishing this." He says matter of factly, relaxing back against the couch. "The goal is to finish both this and Shippuden by the end of the year." You give him a crazy look, brows furrowing, and he laughs again. "Okay. How about we at least start Shippuden by the end of the year?"

You think about it for a moment before nodding your head, taking another bite of your pizza. "I think I can manage that."

He smiles for real this time, small but it's real, and you smile back.

"Deal."

One episode turns into two, two turns into three, and somehow three turns into you almost finishing the season you'd been on for the last few months. You've finished your pizza by this time and Noah's been resting his head on your shoulder for the last three episodes now. The light from outside is dimming, and you know you should probably take him back home. You've kept him here much longer than he agreed to, but he hadn't said anything, just kept saying to play the next episode. He was finally relaxed and seemed to have finally forgotten about the song, at least for the moment.

And selfishly, maybe a part of you wanted to keep him here, pressed into your side for just a little longer.

The episode finally comes to an end and you go to ask if he wants to watch another episode, but a soft snore interrupts your sentence. You blink down at Noah asleep on your shoulder, face pressed against you and mouth open. You probably should be a little disgusted at the way he is most definitely drooling on you but instead you feel... endeared. He feels safe enough to sleep around you, and that feeling in your chest returns.

You reach for your phone next to you, typing out a text to Jolly that Noah had fallen asleep and you'll bring him back whenever he wakes up.

Thank fuck. He's been on nightmare mode for the last three days. He needs this.

A moment later another message from him comes through.

Thanks, btw. I don't know what he'd do without you, and quite frankly, me either. ❤️

That feeling in your chest blossoms into something you can't quite explain, a smile stretching across your lips. You send back your response before tossing your phone onto the couch and you rest your head against his, pressing your body closer to your best friends.

You're not sure what you'd do without him either.

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hey could you do nsfw thing for Jon Snow? Literally anything will do. Go wild with it. I just haven’t seen many sub imagines or whatnot with him and I HAVE BEEN CRAVING READING SOME!! I’m a huge fan of HOTD and I’m beginning to get into GOT, and since ur blog is the first one I’ve stumbled across that doesn’t do incest, has amazing writing, and only does sub content for HOTD and GOT boys, this is why I ask. Also HUGE FAN OF UR CONTENT!!!!

Also quick question: Do you do m!character x m!reader? U obviously don’t have to do it for this ask if u don’t want to I’m just wondering lol.

Hi hello anon! I have absolutely no idea if you're even still following this blog but I figured even if you arent there will still be someone who will enjoy this. I would love to be writing more for game of thrones characters (currently rewatching the show actually) so I think this will be a great start.

As for your question about male!reader, I certainly could! My default tends to be gender neutral for the reader unless the ask specifies a gender or the ask involves pronouns or anatomy that assigns the reader a gender. So if you ask for male!reader specifically then I could do that! Though again I do usually default to gender neutral. I've also considered maybe including a gender tag in all my asks so you lads can easily search or block content with a certain gender of the reader. If that's something you'd like then let me know!

Anyway, I'm gonna do some sub!Jon headcannons, some NSFW and some SFW so to be safe I'll put them all under the cut. Enjoy!

firstly, he's the ultimate good boy, the goodest boy of all good boys. He will cry at the drop of a hat if he thinks he's even mildly inconvenienced you.

He's gone his entire life never being good enough, never being noticed or acknowledged so when he finds someone who not only notices him but loves him? Oh now you've got a shadow following you around.

I think maybe he really loves being called something other than Jon, especially in the bedroom. Jon Snow is a bastard's name, and sure he's warmed up to it, but calling him darling or love or anything of the sort makes him far happier.

perhaps even calling him Jon followed by your surname rather than snow.

his absolute favourite is giving head. He loves it. If you tell him he's been so good that he can choose, 9/10 he'll choose that.

he's also a big fan of giving him prolonged challenges? Like edging him for a few days before he's allowed to cum. He likes testing himself like that, likes reporting back to you how the day felt.

he always imagined himself as a service sub, doing whatever you ask and feeling satisfied knowing he's good, and while yes he certainly does enjoy that, it's you doing things for him that really makes him lose it.

You realise this very quickly and from then you just can't stop spoiling him. How could you not? He gets all weepy and desperate every time you wash his hair or make him dinner or read to him.

he also loves being felt up? Like when you see him writing a letter and you come up behind him, giving him a little squeeze and rubbing his thigh. It's one of his favourite things.

he's also VERY protective over you, even though he's the sub.

loses the ability to speak the moment he gets turned on, and so naturally you love asking him to tell you what he wants when you know damn well he can barley think.

honestly might be even be into a bit of dumbnification? In that he has so much responsibility on him all the time, so when he gets to be alone with you he just wants to turn his mind off, so when you bring him close and tell him that now he mustn't think, mustn't speak, just let you do it all, he adores it.

[hoppityhopster23]

Before I Answer your questions, I just want to add this:

If you are able, There are two books that I know of that will prove helpful when writing a story like this. The first one, and the more important of the two is Napoleon's Doctors by Dr. Martin Howard. I haven't read it cover-to-cover, but I have used it often when people ask me questions, and it is also the primary source I'm using to answer yours. It is filled with both the medical and political side of medicine during the First Empire. There are a few very minor errors, but nothing that ruins the meaning behind it.

The other would be Surgeons of Steel by Michael Crumplin. Heck, anything by Crumplin if you need to research treatments and disease names from the Napoleonic Wars. Surgeons of Steel is just his book on Napoleonic War medicine. Not only is he a retired military surgeon and has worked closely with many large documentary groups, but he's a relatively unbiased person with this stuff. From what I've seen, he leans towards the English side, but he isn’t blinded by it and doesn’t favor everything English for the Napoleonic Wars. 

If you can't afford the books, Loancat is a good source to find them if you can't borrow the book from somewhere nearby. 

Also, Dunard will not only be working with Larrey, but many other big names. Honestly, that would be the biggest challenge, convincing the head medical folk of the French army. Here are a few of the important names and my short rundown of them:

Dominique-Jean Larrey: My personal favorite of the bunch. He jumped between the head Surgeon of the Imperial Guard and the Chief Surgeon in various campaigns. He was Chief Surgeon during the Egyptian, Corsican, Italian, and Russian Campaigns. The rest of the time, he was Head surgeon of the Imperial Guard (specifically at Ulm, Vienna, Austerlitz, Berlin, Eylau, Friedland, Madrid, Asper-Essling, and Wagram), as well as Inspector General. However, he did help where he could. He was devoted to his wounded and would remain with them and even protect them when he needed to. He was hard-headed and strong-willed, going against assorted administrations if he felt it was needed.  

This did cause issues, however, as he would often choose the wounded over Napoleon. (most notably in Egypt, where, despite being offered to go with, he declined and remained in Egypt until 1801.) There are also instances where he even rejected the Emperor's orders to care for the majority, like when he was ordered to Embalm General Dahlmann. Being the hard-headed dude he was, He basically said that he had 800 men to watch over and refused to leave them. 

However, know that he was still fiercely loyal to the Empire and Napoleon, going as far as to tell a man who betrayed the Emperor that ‘the officer of that name he once knew died at Waterloo.’ He was beloved by the men and was almost always helped. When it was thought that he was killed in 1808, men of the Imperial Guard wept.

Please know that he also had a less-than-good side that isn't often talked about. Even I am at fault for this. (I should also note that he wasn’t inherently a bad person. He is just a lot more complex in that sense. At the base of it all, he still wanted to help people, and was willing to put his life on the line for them.) He had a bit of an ego all through his life, and it quickly exacerbated around the time of the Russian campaign. (it had been slowly getting worse over time, but hit hard during 1812.) He was also immodest, cocky, prideful, and vain. Sometimes, even his pride would rear its ugly head and compromise his judgment. He also tended to poke his nose into things he didn't need to. 

His own memoirs tend to be problematic in the sense that there are multiple times he makes himself look more important than he actually was. Sometimes, his memoirs gloss over sickness and injuries that other doctors wrote of too.

Amongst his peers, he wasn’t the most popular, but he wasn’t entirely hated either. It's even said that bickering with him was just an occupational hazard for senior medical officers. He was respected for his work, and he did praise others on many occasions. 

Pierre-Francois Percy: Another important person Dunard will most likely face. He's on the older end of the bunch, being born in 1754. Like Larrey, he was qualified quite young and was involved with the military starting in 1776, when he joined the Scots company in Luneville. He was Surgeon in Chief in Artois and Flanders in 1789, as well as during the Army of the Rhine. Was an inspector general as well.

He was very dedicated to his work, spending most of his free time studying. However, his skill set wasn’t as technical as Larrey was, being much better suited to leadership roles. He had the Charisma, Compassion, intelligence, determination, and conversationalist skills that made it possible for his role as a leader, teacher, and reformer. He was the inventor of the less famous Wurst and also was already seriously thinking about medical units being inviolable, an idea which was put into place 64 later, during the first Geneva Convention. He promoted the use of orderlies that were specially trained. Almost like a primitive version of a modern nurse, but with a little bit more administrative skills. Generally, he was very academically intelligent, writing many works on surgery and general medicine. His greatest legacy, however, would be his campaign journals. They were never meant to be published, and it shows. However, its accounts were daily and written shortly after the events. They weren’t edited in a way like memoirs are, making them contain more accuracy than most other resources. 

He was also one of the handful who was protective of the wounded, having rescued at least one man under fire, and taking the risk of getting shot after helping about 30 emigres, many being women and children, escape. He was also quick to reprimand any Officer de Sante who was being disrespectful of the wounded, as well as being Hard-headed. (no wonder he and Larrey were kind of friends, but butted heads, especially in the later years.)

Unfortunately, I haven't done much research on him, nor have had the opportunity to see his journals in English, so this is all I have. But I do know this: if Dunard can convince Percy, they’d have quite the ally. He was a force to be reckoned with. 

Rene-Nicolas Desgenettes: I need to preface this following bit with an important note. I don’t like Desgenettes. It's not a hate, just a dislike. But that is my own bias coming from my attachment to Larrey. I’m trying my damnedest here to keep this part unbiased, but we shall see. 

Desgenettes is considered one of the greatest Doctors in the Grande Armee at this time and is also part of the group of physicians who became barons. His time in the army started in 1793, when he was attached as a physician to the army of Italy. He very quickly shot up the ranks to Chief Physician, and also quickly became friends with Napoleon. 

He was the Chief Physician during the Egyptian Campaign, and worked hard during the plague epidemic. At some point, he inoculated himself with it to try and prove that it wasn’t contagious and boost morale. It kind of worked. In 1804, he became Chief Physician of a military hospital in Paris.

There are some anecdotes of him protecting the wounded, even going so far as to refuse to overdose any of his patients when Napoleon ordered him to do so in Jaffa. He was also the soul who put his foot down and kicked Napoleon out when he got too close to some of the plague victims. In 1812, he was captured by the Russians and then shortly after freed by Tsar Alexander. 

From what I’ve read, this guy was an aristocrat with the elegance and assurance that came with it. Well, he was born into an aristocratic family, so this is unsurprising. He was a bit of a comedian too.

At least earlier on, he did not hesitate to go against Napoleon, and was very straightforward with him, whether Napoleon liked it or not. 

Jean-François Coste: In my mind, Coste is one of those folks you forget until his name pops up. He was the oldest of the big four, being born in 1841. He was involved in Rochambeau’s forces to America. He was even the first mayor of Versailles. He and Berthier were also pretty close friends, and this partially helped him become Chief Physician of the army in 1803, as well as an Inspector General. However, his time as Chief Physician was short-lived, as he faced the majority of Napoleon's anger about the lack of physicians and was replaced by Desgenettes. I tend to think this is one of the reasons why he never became a baron. It's also sad because of his administrative contributions to the army, which included the introduction of vaccination and improvements to hygiene. 

Alexandre Yvan: This one is short as there is nothing on this guy anywhere. Yvan was Napoleon's Personal Surgeon, and his contributions were not very big. Napoleon more or less picked him out of obscurity. There are only two artworks of him that I know of, he's that obscure. (he's the guy treating Napoleon's foot in the painting where he's wounded in Regensburg.) He was likely chosen for his conservative views of amputation and such. (we all know Napoleon was terrified of surgery.) 

Yvan was more or less Napoleon’s shadow and remained at his side until 1814 when he fled. Also, he may have prepared the poison for Napoleon's attempted suicide. 

Nicolas Heurteloup: Also a man worth noting, as he was big on the administrative scene. Yet another one in the Inspector General group and a baron of the Empire. There isn’t too much to say about him (more so because I haven’t gotten around to researching him) except that he was very good at organizing medical services, and most notably having done a superb job of it during the Austrian campaign in 1809. He unfortunately died in 1812. 

Jean-Nicolas Corvisart: Last of the most notable medical staff, but more so for his involvement with Napoleon than any contributions to the army, and some contributions to anatomical pathology. 

Corvisart had quite the personality. It's said that he was vigorous in manner, outspoken, honest, generous (especially to the poor), and tended to stray from tradition. Outside of the army, he was one of the first to push for a more rational approach towards diagnosis. Napoleon had great faith in him, even saying once that he didn’t trust medicine, but he trusted Corvisart. 

Now onto your general questions. I have them organized in the same way as you have.

Siege of Toulon: 

From what I've seen, most young men were recommended for these jobs. 

I don’t know exactly what they did, but we could break this down with what I do know. A Chirurgien-Major (surgeon major) was the senior Surgeon of a regiment. Sous aide directly translates to “under help,” which would likely mean one rank under, like an assistant. I know that doesn’t give you much of an answer, but understanding the setup of the medical side changed so often that it can be difficult to remember. But at least this is a start.

Contrary to what people seem to think, they were quite skilled in medicine at this point already. They were just missing major pieces like germ theory and a lot of our modern medicines and tools.

The problem with all these deaths was more the wounded never made it to the physician in time. What killed the majority of the men who had been treated were infections and diseases that involved filth and germs. They were already starting the push for more hygienic environments at the time as well. If you look at the little bit of statistics we have from that time, this much is obvious. Some of the major things that were missing were germ theory, Penicillin (how to realistically make it was wonderfully done in this post), things to do with blood transfusions, hypodermic needles (which were in their infancy at this time.), injectable medications, anesthetic (most reasonable start would be chloroform.) and CPR. These are just a couple of things that would be useful for them.

Dunard would likely meet Larrey and/or the others working or through Napoleon. More so working. Napoleon didn’t trust medicine all that much, making him harder to convince. I mean- I have a story a little like this but with an engineer, and how my character meets these medical people is through the unusual method (aka CPR) she used when helping someone who nearly drowned. So having Dunard catch their eye may be your best bet. 

Italian Campaign: 

Not really. It wasn’t unusual, but it wasn't too common either. Most were too busy keeping to the back and treating the men who came to their field hospital (these were more commonly called ambulances). 

I doubt it. 

Kind of. But nurses were more attributed to nuns at this time. Orderlies did non-medical work, and students the more medical work, if I remember correctly. 

Not at this time, no. It would've been too dangerous. But it was an idea that was thrown, especially Percy. Even Larry mentions it in his memoirs.

Egyptian Campaign 

Sadly, this campaign is one I have not looked too much into. But I do know that the infected men were kept separated from the other wounded. To note, the treatment for Bubonic plague is antibiotics. (more specifically Ciprofloxacin, levofloxacin, moxifloxacin, Gentamicin, and Doxycycline.) Antibiotics did not exist at this time.

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Italian Campaign 1800

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Napoleons Reign 

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No. Napoleon was too distrustful of doctors. He didn't block them, but he certainly was troubled by them. I mean- he literally told Desgenettes “Chemistry is the cookery of medicine and medicine is the science of assassins!” 

The highest rank possible for a normal physician at this time would’ve been baron. Although it wouldn’t be out of the question for Dunard to get another rank on non-medical merits. 

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I do hope all of this helps, and I do apologize for how long this is. Please feel free to DM me on Tumblr/Instagram/Discord or send me an ask if you have any more medical-related questions :D 

"Back to another time" historical fanfic

a question to all napoleonic fans out there:

What should be changed or improved if a time travel were to travel back into the Napoleonic era?

So it's no secret of mine that I've been planning of writing a historical fanfic of a surgeon leonard dunard who's a pretty big napoleonic era nerd travels back in time during 1794 the siege of toulon. I've been kind struggling piecing this story together because of the not so many sources that I can go off

I just have alot of questions and not so many answers.

Now of course I'm not really thinking about giving napoleon the biggest W of all time there are going to be struggles but I think we can all agree that the peninsular wars and the attack to Russia can be avoided.

But I'm not only thinking of the way of how napoleon could've won but I was also think of how our modern surgeon Leonard could improve the medical field more.

I know that our boy larrey is definitely going to be involved since he was in most of the campaigns.

So I will just write down my questions under here and hope that some of yall can answer it I'll even organize it from which battle/chapter it would be used for you can ask me to explain further if some of it doesn't make sense.

Siege of toulon:

-how would a young surgeon inlist themselves into the medical field of the army?

-what was expected from a chirurgien sous aide major?

-what were the major issues the in the 18th century medical field? And how can they be fixed?

- how could dunard(oc) meet larrey? (So in what way could they have met eachother and stay in contact without napoleon introducing them to eachother)

Italian campaign 1796-1797:

-was is it common practice for surgeons to be in the midst of an active battle rescuing patients ?

-could a surgeon be given command to a battalion if it was needed?

-were nurses a thing in that time? And if not how could dunard incorporate them in the medical field?

-why wasn't there symbol for the medics to indicate that they're medical staff?

Egyptian campaign:

-how did the French army handle the spreading of the plague and could it be more improved?

-if the French fleet would have won at the battle of the nile against the British fleet would the British do more to sabotage the French army? Or would they just give up?

-> and would the Egyptian campaign only have taken 1 year to finish? Instead of 3 years

Italian campaign 1800

- what if desiax lived would he and davout been a unstoppable duo?

-if messena got navy support would he have continued fighting?

-should napoleon not have split his army that much in the battle of marengo?

Napoleons reign 1804-1812

-would it have been better if napoleon didn't become emperor?

-is it possible for a surgeon to become a marshal?

-could alot of the coalitions have been avoided if napoleon took the right steps?

Now I'm asking these questions because I struggle to find answers to these questions and I genuinely want to discuss more about my history fanfic so that I can maybe make fun fic to read that doesn't completely go of the rails i do kind what to keep it "realistic" if you know what i mean. so if your interested in it as I am I would love to talk about it more ^^

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

[plain-text version of this post can be found under the cut]

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

Plain-text version:

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

P.S. Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[sysig]

You’re gonna die if you keep that up (Patreon)

[roaringroa]

they should make a life where you don't have appointments, work, school and scheduled events every single day for months on end

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent imageys

[brown-little-robin]

oh, I vividly remembered that last scene from HxH, what the heck

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A green-toned drawing of two characters from an original universe, shown from the shoulders up. It's framed as though they're taking a selfie. On the left is Heathrow, a human with dark skin, long hair, a good number of facial scars, and two painted lines below each eye. He wears something akin to a green hoodie, with fluffy plant matter sewn into the back of the hood. On the right is Crassie, a half elf, which in this universe entails long pointed ears, a pair of short pale horns, a slightly rabbit-like nose and markings under her eyes. Her skin is olive-toned, sporting a couple distinct scars on her face and hand, and she's wearing what is essentially a bush and spiked glovelets. Both of them are smiling, Crassie a little bit wide-eyed and Heathrow with a fond expression. The background's a saturated green with the text "1 YEAR!". End ID]

A redraw-in-spirit of the post from last year's Feb 16 that introduced these two to my blog. It's their birthday :]

[ncityzen]

..

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

for whom good omens is being written

Hey maggots and the rest of the fandom, it's the Good Omens Mascot here. Today I read a post about this tweet:

The accompanying video genuinely made me cry. And I've been thinking about this for a long while, as far back as February, when I saw a lot of conflicting opinions on what people wanted from the third season. It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry.

And I was reminded of some paragraphs from the Good Omens TV Companion, which I'd read in Amazon's sample excerpt of the book. I know this is a long post, but I really truly do think you all need to read these, I've done my best to select only the most important parts. Here you go:

'His Alzheimer's started progressing harder and faster than either of us had expected,' says Neil, referring to a period in which Terry recognized that despite everything he could no longer write. 'We had been friends for over thirty years, and during that time he had never asked me for anything. Then, out of the blue, I received an email from him with a special request. It read: “Listen, I know how busy you are. I know you don't have time to do this, but I want you to write the script for Good Omens. You are the only human being on this planet who has the passion, love and understanding for the old girl that I do. You have to do this for me so that I can see it." And I thought, “OK, if you put it like that then I'll do it."

'I had adapted my own work in the past, writing scripts for Death: The High Cost of Living and Sandman, but not a lot else was seen. I'd also written two episodes of Doctor Who, and so I felt like I knew what I was doing. Usually, having written something once I'd rather start something new, but having a very sick co-author saying I had to do this?' Neil spreads his hands as if the answer is clear to see. 'I had to step up to the plate.' A pause, then: 'All this took place in autumn 2014, around the time that the BBC radio adaptation of Good Omens was happening,' he continues, referring to the production scripted and co-directed by Dirk Maggs and starring Peter Serafinowicz and Mark Heap. ‘Terry had talked me into writing the TV adaptation, and I thought OK, I have a few years. Only I didn't have a few years,' he says. 'Terry was unconscious by December and dead by March.'

He pauses again. 'His passing took all of us by surprise,' Neil remembers. 'About a week later, I started writing, and it was very sad. The moments Terry felt closest to me were the moments I would get stuck during the writing process. In the old days, when we wrote the novel, I would send him what I'd done or phone him up. And he would say, "Aahh, the problem, Grasshopper, is in the way you phrase the question," and I would reply, "Just tell me what to do!" which somehow always started a conversation. 'In writing the script, there were times I'd really want to talk to Terry, and also places where I'd figure something out and do something really clever, and I would want to share it with him. So, instead, I would text Terry's former personal assistant, Rob Wilkins, now his representative on Earth. It was the nearest thing I had.'

(...) As Neil himself recognizes, this is an adaptation built upon the confidence that comes from three decades of writing for page and screen. But for all the wisdom of experience, he found that above all one factor guided him throughout the process. 'Terry isn't here, which leaves me as the guardian of the soul of the story,' he explains. 'It's funny because sometimes I found myself defending Terry's bits harder or more passionately than I would defend my own bits. Take Agnes Nutter,' he says, referring to what has become a key scene in the adaptation in which the seventeenth-century author of the book of prophecies foretelling the coming of the Antichrist is burned at the stake. ‘It was a huge, complicated and incredibly expensive shoot, with bonfires built and primed to explode as well as huge crowds in costume. It had to feel just like an English village in the 1640s, and of course everyone asked if there was a cheap way of doing it. 'One suggestion was that we could tell the story using old-fashioned woodcuts and have the narrator take us through what happened, but I just thought, “No”. Because I had brought aspects of the story like Crowley and the baby swap along to the mix, and Terry created Agnes Nutter. So, if I had cut out Agnes then I wouldn't be doing right by the person who gave me this job. Terry would've rolled over in his grave.'

And, finally, this paragraph:

"Once again, Neil cites the absence of his co-writer as his drive to ensure that Good Omens translated to the screen and remained true to the original vision. 'Terry's last request to me was to make this something he would be proud of. And so that has been my job.'"

I think that's so heartwrenchingly beautiful, and so I wanted you all to read this, too, just in case you (like me) don't have the Good Omens TV Companion. It adds another layer of depth and emotion to this already complex and amazing story that we all know and love.

Share this post, if you can, please, so that more people can read these excerpts :")

Tagging @neil-gaiman, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @orpiknight, even if you've definitely read these before :)

[neo-shitty]

spring day never latches on to a permanent face. it takes the form of the people i miss whom i have no way of reconnecting with. ever since i read that message in my inbox, it has taken the form of you, kesya.

[demilypyro]

So I've seen a few too many people on twitter talking about The Kiss Scene from the new Scott Pilgrim anime. People saying it's fetishistic and indulgent, people calling it male gazey, etc. And while the kiss itself is certainly a bit exaggerated, I felt like writing a bit about why I disagree, and why context is important, like it always is. But it basically turned into an extended analysis on the metatextual treatment of Roxie Richter. So bear with me. It's a long post.

What really matters about this scene is not the kiss itself, but what precedes it. Not even just the fight scene just before it, but what precedes the whole anime series, really. And that's the Scott Pilgrim comic book, and the live action movie. Because in both, Roxie is a punchline.

She's a joke. Her character starts and ends with "one of the exes is actually a girl, I bet you didn't expect that." Jokes are made about Ramona's latent bisexuality, the movie especially treating it as funny and absurd, and her validity as a romantic interest is entirely written off by Ramona as being "just a phase." There's a fight scene, she's defeated by a man giving her an orgasm which implicitly calls her sexuality into question (come on), and the movie just moves on. It sucks. It really, really sucks.

The comic fares a little better. It never veers into outright homophobia like the movie does, and while the line about Ramona having gone through a phase remains, Roxie actually gets one over on Scott when Ramona briefly gets back with Roxie. But Roxie is still only barely a character. Like all the other evil exes, she's just a stepping stone towards the male protagonist's development. She barely even gets any screentime before she's defeated by Scott's "power of love." But Roxie stands out, since she's the only villain who is queer, or at least had been confirmed queer at that point (hi Todd). In a series that champions multiple gay men in the supporting cast, the single undeniable lesbian in the story is a villain. She's labeled as evil, made fun of, pushed aside in favor of the men, and then discarded. Her screentime was never about her, or her feelings for Ramona. It was about the straight, male protagonist needing to overcome her. And that was Roxie Richter. An unfortunate victim of the 2010s.

Fast forward to current year, and the new anime series is announced. Everybody sits down to watch the new series expecting another retelling of the same story, and.... hang on, that straight male protagonist I mentioned just died in the first episode. And now it's humanizing the villains from the original story. And there's Roxie, introduced alongside the other evil exes in the second episode, and she's being played entirely straight, without a punchline in sight. No jokes are made about her gender, no questions are made of her validity as one of Ramona's romantic interests. The narrative considers her important. In one episode, she already gets more respect than she did in either of the previous iterations of Scott Pilgrim. And this isn't even her focus episode yet... which happens to be the very next one.

The anime series goes to great lengths to flesh out the original story's villains and to have Ramona reconcile with them. And I don't think it's a coincidence that Roxie gets to go first. While Matthew Patel gets his development in episode 2, Roxie is the first to directly confront Ramona, now our main protagonist. This is notable too because it's the only time the exes are encountered out of order. Roxie is supposed to be number 4, but she's first in line, and later on you realize that she's the only one who's out of sequence. She's the one who sets the precedent for the villains being redeemed. She's the most important character for Ramona to reconcile with.

What follows is probably the most extensive, elaborate 1 on 1 fight scene in the whole show. Roxie fights like a wounded animal, her motions are desperate and pained. Ramona can only barely fight back against her onslaught. Different set-pieces fly by at breakneck speed as Roxie relentlessly lays her feelings at Ramona's feet through her attacks and her distraught shouts. And unlike the comic or the movie, Ramona acknowledges them, and sincerely apologizes. And the two end up just laying there, exhausted, reminiscing about when they were together.

Only after this, after all of this, does the kiss scene happen. Roxie has been vindicated, she has reconciled with the person who hurt her, the narrative has deemed that her anger is justified and has redeemed her character. And she gets her victory lap by making the nearest other hot girl question her heterosexuality, sharing a sloppy kiss with her as the music triumphantly crescendos.

It's... a little self-congratulatory, honestly. But it's good. It's redemption for a character who had been mistreated for over a decade. And she punctuates the moment by being very, very gay where everyone can see it, no men anywhere in sight. Because this is her moment. And then she leaves the plot, on her own accord this time, while humming the hampster dance. What a legend. How could anything be wrong with this.

[sysig]

VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE!!!

Baby’s upside-down :D

What a silly goof!

What a handsome lad 💕