#oc haz

[whump-it]

So it, uh, looks like I finally wrote some of Callum's story! Enjoy!

The patient had narrowed their eyes at him when he had walked in, three student doctors and two trained nurses trailing in after him.

"I know you from somewhere," the patient had said.  "We haven't met have we?"

"I don't believe we have," Callum had answered, holding out his hand to shake.  "Dr Callum Morrow, consultant surgeon."  The patient had looked at his hand then back at him.

"Oh that's it," they'd said, not taking his hand. "That's why I know you.  You're the one on the TV that time going on about how bad the Collection Programme is.  That's it."

"Hmm," Callum had hummed; a noise of practiced polite, non-commital doctor-answering. 

"I don't want you operating on me," the patient had said.  "No way.  The things you've said about that family.  They lose their parents first, and then if that's not enough, that poor poor girl gets murdered.  Then her brother dies in a car accident and you're the one saying how bad you have it!?  You asked to be a Donor.  There's not one of that poor family left to defend themselves.  My cousin had a BP and they got on like a house on fire.  I don't trust a word you say."

........

Sitting in the hospital restaurant, the conversation played over and over again in Callum's head.  He had picked the restaurant quite deliberately over the harsh silence of his office.  It was as anonymous as a man in scrubs with scarred arms and a scar around his throat could get in a hospital.  Too many other people all caught up in their other people drama to notice him.  He doesn't think that he'd have said anything for the patient to complain about, but the truth is that he's not sure exactly what was said after that.  He would have been polite.  He'd not have risked his record at the hospital or his registration as a consultant by being rude.  That much he knows is true. 

Quite what his students must think about him though was another matter entirely.  His past isn't a huge secret and every new person that he meets, every patient, every new recruit, every student he trains and mentors, they all eye up his scars and whisper when they think he's not looking.  But to hear the way that the patient had spoken to him can't have inspired a huge amount of confidence in him.  Patients hardly ever tell a surgeon that they don't want them to be the one performing their surgery.

In front of him, the plate of chicken curry and rice was getting colder by the minute.  It wasn't even that he was particularly hungry, but the restaurant staff weren't overly keen on people coming in and taking up room that paying customers could use.  And so, chicken curry it was.  He had mashed it down with the back of his fork into a lumpy puree.  A cold one, which he sat and stated at.  To the side of the plate, the small dish of melon and custard that he'd picked up for literally no reason suddenly had a use.  He tipped the melon and custard into the curry and mashed it all together.

Perfect.

Just like Master Hayden would have made for him to eat.  Something with vitamins and nutrients and very little consistency.  Something just right for a little wretch who has atoned.  And with very little appetite, Callum ate the whole plate.  Ingratitude is not to be even thought of.   Someone had taken the time and effort to cook this.

And manners cost nothing.  He sighed as he pushed his chair back and took the plate, bowl, cutlery, and tray to the rack where they are meant to be stacked by whoever used them.  Not left at the table for the staff to clear away.  Yes, manners cost nothing, he thought as he muttered thanks to anyone in a uniform on his way back to his office, keeping his head down and eyes on the floor as he went.  Getting to the office and closing the door behind himself was a blessed relief.  Straight away he went to the shelf where Haz was always sat, ready should he be needed, and picked the teddy up.  Pressed him to his face.  Breathed in the smell of his fur.  It smelled like home.  Like real home.  Not like atonement in a basement, covered in blood and mud, a cracked masquerade of perfection that never really was. 

The knock at the door was unwelcome, when he had only been in there for less than a minute.  On instinct born of stress and panic, the noise made him flinch and twist Haz's ear.  He chewed his lip and whoever was on the other side knocked again.  Carefully, he placed Haz back on the shelf, unwilling to let him go so soon, and opened the door to find his favourite nurse, May, stood the other side.

"I heard what happened," she said with no preamble.  It was part of why he liked her so much.  She always had his back and always had her ear to the ground.  And always got straight to the point.  "Did you put Haz back on his shelf when I knocked?"

"Yeah," Callum said, rubbing at his forehead, at the spot where his bruise always used to be.  Where, if someone really looked hard enough, they would see a slight dip that was left from his brain surgery, another step along the road to recovering from what Master Hayden had done to him.

"Do you want to get him?" 

"Umm... yeah.  Yeah I do,"

"Well, come on then," she said, hustling him gently back into the office.  He didn't need to be told twice, hurrying back to the shelf and grasping Haz hard.  "Better?"

"Much," he said, pausing for a moment.  "I...I never lied May.  Never.  It's all true.   I can't lie because it's not allowed and rules like that stick.  They stick when they've been carved and burned and beaten and broken into you."

"I know," she said, coming to him and taking his hands in hers, Haz squashed up in between them.  "Everyone who matters knows.  And anyone who doesn't know?  Doesn't matter."

Callum looked down at their hands.  At Haz. 

"If this bear could talk," he said with a sigh.

"If this bear could talk," May said.  "He'd tell you how wonderful you are.  And how proud he is of you.  And he'd say thank you for keeping him safe all this time.  Most of all, he'd say we'll done and thank you for telling the truth to the whole world."

He could feel his throat getting tighter and thicker with the feeling of tears as he listened to May speaking.  As she stepped in to keep him from sinking too far back into the past where all he had to rely on for safety was a list of ten rules and the tenuous safety of atoning for temporary perfection, knowing that one day his luck and his time would run out. 

The past was not the place to be.  Anything that had dressed itself up as safety back then had been a lie.  He didn't have to rely on those lies anymore.

"You want to call Rory?" May asked quietly.  Callum nodded.  He wanted to do that very much.  Very much indeed.  May squeezed his hands before letting go, standing on tip toes to press a kiss to his forehead.  "You be back for ward rounds on time Dr Morrow, you hear?"

He smiled at her and kissed her back.

"I'll meet you down there."

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[echabodecranr]

SAY HELLO TO I.M.P !!!!

Your favorite "Immediate Murder Professionals"

(Kids die for free !)

Description:

This is my redesign to the I.M.P (Loona is coming too and the line arts). They are part of my Hazbin Hotel project called the Limbo Hotel, basically a rewrite with some Ocs and a lot of redesigns.

Their background is slightly different, I will reveal them soon when I do the line arts.

Curiosities:

In my version Wrath Imps like Millie have goat features and only 3 fingers in each hand. 

The greed Imps like Moxxie have 4 fingers, bigger hands and claws, a more orange tone, a snoot and sharper horns to remember more of a dragon.

Blitz is a hybrid, a mix of a greed Imp with a Succubus so......He is a special case. He is blind from the right eye, and instead of a tattoo the circus symbol is actually an hot iron mark like what farmers do with cattle.

[hellyeahpancakes]

I don't like her even a little bit

[micoz-field-of-dreamz]

my guy

[plushpyromoved]

wanted to scribble my sona with their flamethrower cause it has a specific design and just wah i think thiz is really cute

itz flamethrowerz name is Charmie >w<

[beachsideufo]

[hazmatmaid]

Would you be able to picture your Queen and Cyber Queen getting along or would it not work?

Frankly I think "getting along" is a bit of a strong way to put it, but they'd at least be somewhere past "tolerate."

They might be more like

Queen would invite Ms Lilith to hang out, who generally doesn't want to leave her house, but ends up going anyways because she doesn't really have anything better to do (and because Queen more than likely drags her out because "Cmon It'll Be Fun!").

Classic "extrovert makes their introvert friend socialize in extroverted ways" type scenario.

[myxineye]

Hazard and Level, angel hunters and partners in crime

[sneakupandhitya]

silvaaaaaaa

[odd-chips]

"You keep drawing Tim and profile-"

AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!

AND HE'LL KEEP GETTING MORE CHINS, TOO!!

Anyways it's cliche, but I'm a big, big fan of "parents hate The Thing, but kid is The Thing" trope!! (This has NOTHING to do with my Danny Phantom obsession. Whatever. Leave me alone. Please ignore the fact that his sister knows he's The Thing and has to try to help keep it a secret. Irrelevant.)

Currently I only have a vague undercurrent of a story where some important Roseberg matriarch was violently killed by some type of werecreature, and the family has held this resentment for decades. I'd like for it to turn out that what actually happened was she got down bad for the werecreature and they ran away together or something hoiJKLFD

[vacueye]

quick sketch i need to draw them more o-(-(

[matsart]

Gothtober Day 23: Cyber

Featuring HAZ-EL, being very literal here.

[echabodecranr]

Say hello to Carmilla our Pride Overlord !

Carmilla is a vampire from Pride, an hellborn.

In the limbo she rules the cosmetic industry and in the free time the canibal colony.

Name: Carmilla

Species: Pride Ring Vampire

Status: Overlord of Pride in the Limbo who rules the Pride district. Ruler of the beauty and cosmetic industry and also ruler of the Cannibal colony.

[hellyeahpancakes]

Flux is one sauce packet in length

One and a half 😁

[micoz-field-of-dreamz]

meet r.k. (robotic kraken)! they are my tadc oc :-)) when they were still human, they were an engineer. r.k. doesnt have an actual voice and instead talks through text-to-speech. their room takes on the appearance of a coral reef. their almost as insane as kinger, but not quite. r.k. is often detatched from reality but still cares about their friends. they are autistic with a special interest in marine animals.

[kata-kemi]

The fangs have a purpose. Murisa is not your original monk, if her hands and feet are tied up SHE WILL BITE YOUUU