#oc: the dolorous doctor

[peligin-eyed]

I watched the Mean Girls musical (movie version) last night and realized Revenge Party is such a good Nemesis song

Tag your OC and which two best friends are invited to their revenge party

[peligin-eyed]

Ambrose naturally has a fairly thick Yorkshire accent, but he made a dedicated effort to replace it with something more posh when he came to London. It occasionally starts slipping if he is very tired or drunk, though. (He changed his name to sound fancier also)

Liam loves flowers but never felt like he was allowed to express that on the Surface. He was really touched when he got a bouquet at the Ambassador’s Ball and stuck some of them in his beard when he got home. He liked that so much he started just casually wearing flowers in his beard sometimes.

Emery likes making and collecting ships in a bottle (and will happily infodump about the model of ship in each one). Robin needs reading glasses but is embarrassed about it and tries to get away with not wearing any. Henry secretly loves penny dreadfuls.

What are some silly facts about your fl characters? I’m talkin the fun stuff! Stuff you don’t get to talk about! Stuff that seems inconsequential to others but you think are fun! Stuff you’re embarrassed to share because it’s “not important” ! Little things! Big things! Whatever you want to talk about but don’t get to!

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Chapter Two

no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!oc

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warnings: dark themes surrounding history of domestic violence, references to physical injury, heavy emotions (hope can also be heavy)

a/n: all i have to say is thank you for reading, and i'd love to hear what you think

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Oh, come child

In a cross bones style

Oh, come child

Come rescue me

'Cause you have seen some

Unbelievable things

Crossbones Style by Cat Power

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Not comfort. Not exactly ease either. Familiarity maybe. Both of them settling into a routine configured around the other. She likes to help with the animals whenever she can, getting up as early as him, no task too daunting or dragging for her to say no to it. Just the other day she helped him trim back the sheep’s hooves, not even flinching when one of the girls tried to give a jerky kick underneath their ministrations, all shush and soothe in her flicking ears as Joel got the job done. She understands flight and freeze like that, at least in the animals. 

They get done what chores they can in the morning before she has to get changed for work, the requisite light blue dress with the buttons down the front, an apron snug around her waist. She had made a joke about the fucking fifties the first time he saw her in her uniform, surprising him with the quick, crass humor, her half-grin as she got into the passenger seat of his truck. 

He drops her off, heads into town or to the station, whatever needs to be done, and usually is done around lunchtime. He’s supposed to be watching his cholesterol, admonished by the one doctor in town two years in a row now. So he orders a salad with a sigh when he stops into the diner around noon, though Dolores will often tuck a few fries onto the side of his plate, a quiet smile when she sets it down in front of him. Maybe he’s been leaving bigger tips than is appropriate, maybe he made sure that the money in the jar on the counter would be going to her at the end of the day, a quiet conversation with Sal while she was in the back of the kitchen. 

He lingers. Always an endless to-do at home, ignored in this instant, stealing a little extra time sitting at the counter, watching her flit and flicker around the regulars. She’s good with people, big, bright smiles that don’t quite round her eyes, laughs light as air, and as empty too. And he sees the quick slump of her shoulders when the customers aren’t looking, when she’s passing through the swinging door to the kitchen. Turn it on and turn it off. 

But there’s someone new eating lunch at the diner today. One of those climber-backpacker types, all wired-down, tan muscle against shock-white teeth, flicking back his sun-bleached flop of hair, putting on a real show for her when she drops off his burger at his booth. It’d be rude to just keep looking, to turn around on his stool and stare the man down, so he listens instead. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. Can I ask you something?” Like something small and slight being held in a fist, close to breaking or bursting, a cracked chirp of her answer, clearly flustered when she says um, yes, yeah. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a town like this?” That same sound, like she’s trying to make a laugh happen, though it comes out more like a held breath that finally gasps into an exhale. 

“That’s kind of you, but I need to get back to work, excuse me.” 

“Oh come on, where’s that midwestern hospitality you all seem to have?” 

“Do you– can I get you anything else?”

“How about a smile, sweetheart? Just a little one, for me?” For a moment, it’s silent. Joel curls his fingers in a fist, over and over, flex and extend, his back still turned. Something hot and tight closes up in his throat when he hears the man sigh, and then laugh.

“There you go, prettiest thing I’ve seen since I left Denver. I’ll be thinking about you while I’m climbing this afternoon, sweets, thank you for that.” 

“Shouldn’t be climbing in the afternoon.” He says it before he can stop himself, turning around on his stool, a thick flare of hate, maybe meanness, when he sees the uncertain curl of her shoulders and the slanted smile on the man’s face. 

“Excuse me?” The man slings one arm over the back of his booth, body splaying and slumping toward Joel, trying to take up more space than he’s worth. A little bit of preening, a little bit of plumage.

“You’re likely to get yourself caught in a storm up in the mountains this time of year. I’m surprised such an expert man like yourself didn’t know that.” Arrogant, artifice, the man grins, eyes swooping back over Dolores as he picks up his burger with one hand, a wolfish bite that he tucks into the side of his mouth, the slow roll of his jaw as he focuses back on Joel. 

“I don’t mind trying my luck. I usually come out on top. But thanks for the tip, pal, appreciate it.” He takes one more bite, half of his burger gone in two gnashing mouthfuls, all bright white teeth. With that, a quick clap of his hands together, fast heat rubbed between his palms, he pulls out a wad of cash from the front of his pack, leaving a crumpled fistful on the table before he stands with a sigh. 

“Better head out. Thank you for the smile, sweetheart, I’m gonna remember that.” He tucks a smaller fold of bills into the pocket on the front of Dolores’ apron, and Joel can see the way her stomach tenses, curling back from the suggestion of touch. The word no flashes big and battering in Joel’s mind, though there’s nothing to be done, the man already shouldering his pack and sending a slippery slide of a smile his way before he’s swaggering hips-first out the door. 

“You alright?” She doesn’t quite meet his eyes, even when he ducks his head down to try to catch her beneath her lashes. All he gets is a nod and a pointed sniff, and then she sets herself back into motion, ducking into the kitchen to pick up someone else’s order.

Dolores doesn’t like men, something he learned pretty quickly about her. The first time, when they went to the drugstore together and she wilted like a wan flower under Rod’s friendly conversation, that same curling up of her shoulders, that same drop to her eyes. It happened again when she met John one day at the small grocery store in town. She had been smiling, an easy conversation about palisade peaches being in season, quick to fall and fade when Joel introduced her to the man. Even John, with the disposition of a feckless golden retriever, had gotten that same reaction out of her. 

She tolerates the customers at the diner, lots of nervous laughter and quick movement, her sneakers squeaking hard on the chipped linoleum floor. Warm with the few children in town, the women too. But no, she doesn’t like men. All uncertain angles, folding herself up close and tight and away. Honestly, it’s a small miracle she’s softened that snap, that shrink-back around Joel. Comfort in the known, he supposes. He’ll take it. 

“Hey, you alright?” Again, he catches her on her way to another table, a quick flicker of her eyes and a nod, shrugging the trays held in her arms a little closer, already moving again. Softened, but still there, cagey, careful, and now coaxed up to a higher degree by that man, that fucking man. 

Joel leaves soon after, not wanting to corner or crowd her. Back to routine. Back to the barn and the coop and the animals and all the things that must be done around them. Fall inches ever closer, a time that demands preparation. Work that promises completion and satisfaction when done well and right. Not easy, but simple. Maybe he’s careful to keep an eye on his watch, timing his drive back to the diner right before dinner, just as Dolores is stepping out of the storefront, her face furrowed down to the bills she’s counting in her hands. 

“What’s this?” His turn to drop his brow when she gets into the passenger seat and holds out a thick fold of money to him across the console.

“This should cover the clothes, and that drugstore trip you made for me.” He stares at the money, his fingers curling tighter over the steering wheel. That was two weeks ago, nearly three now, and she’s already trying to make even. 

“You don’t– I’m not keeping score. That’s yours.” Fast fall, flustered, a stuttered exhale, not what she expected, not what she wanted, her hand staying suspended between them, shaking the money lightly as if to entice him into taking it.

“But, I can’t. I–” What he’d like to do is reach out too, curl his hand over hers to close her fingers around that money, make it all hers. But she doesn’t like touch, even the accidental kind, something else he has learned. That quick tightness, that smalling if he brushes behind her in the kitchen in the morning, so he doesn’t. If their hands reach for the radio in the car at the same time, little fire passed between fingertips, and then her immediate recoil, so he doesn’t. And he doesn’t now either.

“You don’t have to. I was happy to, no score. That’s your money, Dolores.” Like she just swallowed something bitter, her face scrunching and then slackening as she nods, careful and quiet in settling her hand, and her money, back in her lap. 

“Could I at least help with groceries?” A small compromise, for her to look at him again, if for nothing else. 

“Okay.”

Here is what makes a town. Two blocks proper, a church at one end and a bar at the other. A second hand shop that sits slumped against the post office. A library that gets new books once every two years. A restaurant, the only other one besides the diner, the downstairs of a newly-established bed and breakfast that most of the residents have turned their noses up at. A police station that sits next to the simple steeple of the church, how fitting. And a grocery store, a small one, the nearest safeway a two-hour drive east. Joel had to look up what an IGA was when he first moved here. 

And because everyone knows everyone, a trip to the grocery is never in and out, always getting stopped in the produce aisle, asked after while picking up a gallon of milk. Today, no different. 

“Hey there, you two. Can I expect to see you at the little thing at the bar tonight?” The little thing Patty is referring to is the fact that it’s the end of the month. A peculiar tradition, not a party, just an agreed-upon herding of one another. Joel has thought to himself on multiple occasions that its real purpose is to make sure no one quietly died while people weren’t paying attention, a once-a-month census.

“I don’t know, Patty, maybe I’ll drop by, keep folks from talking too much.” Dolores’ confusion is clear, searching between him and Patty. Why he’s trying to keep this from her, he’s unsure.

“Well, I hope to see the both of you there.” Patty is a particular kind of woman. Here long enough for her word to have some power behind it. She lives above the secondhand shop alone, though Joel knows she has two sons, shown pictures of them, arms slung across her shoulders, that same slanted smile of hers on both of their faces. They don’t visit. And Patty doesn’t seem sad for it. She orders a specific kind of red hair dye once a month, Joel always seeming to catch her at the post office picking up the box with a distinct logo stamped on its side. Nice enough, a little brash maybe, but she’s always been open-armed with him. And she’s been kind to Dolores too. No questions, at least not to her, no staring or stirring, like it makes the most sense in the world that Joel suddenly has a woman staying with him that he has never mentioned before. So she doesn’t press now, leaves it at that, leaves them to the produce aisle, an easy greeting and goodbye. 

“Are you gonna go?” Her hands are deft and discerning, cracking open and peeling back a pale green corn husk, a hoard of it on sale this year, fine silk tassels and that sweet, crisp, smell. 

“Oh, probably not.” He holds open the produce bag for her, a quiet yeah when she asks if four ears is enough. 

“I would go, you know, if you wanted to.”

“Do you want to?” She shrugs, the slight swing of the hem of her dress as she walks alongside him, zucchini and tomatoes.

“Patty seems like the kind of person who’s used to getting her way.” She doesn’t say it mean, only observation as she tucks two tomatoes down in the cart. He can feel a smile threatening at the corners of his mouth.

“She certainly doesn’t like the word no. We could stop by, if that’s alright with you?” 

It is alright, and after dinner, summer spoils sweet and sated, he waits for her on the porch while she changes out of her uniform. It’s getting darker earlier, the sun already cracking and dripping between the mountains, everything hushing down orange and purple. Soon, it will be time for the sheep to spend their nights in the barn, and in the day too, during that deepest, tightest fist of winter. But for now, it’s quiet, save for the dull thrum of all the small, crawling things, air that’s only a relief in its coolness, not a worry. 

“Ready?” Pretty, he thinks. Hasn’t seen that before, he thinks. Crisp white with fine little flowers embroidered along the neckline and the sleeves. The neckline, a new expanse of her sternum on display, the fragile flutter of it when he stares just a beat too long. 

“Uh-huh, yeah.” Ready, dark enough that the headlights need to be flicked on, flooding yellow down the bare brush and scrub along the road. And then the bleeding neon glow of the bar on the edge of town coming into focus. 

Shoes sticking in the syrupy grime of a few decades past, dim lights and a perpetual haze of smoke, something sad and slow drifting in on the jukebox. No pretense, no pretending that folks are here for anything other than getting a little drunk at the end of another day. 

Patty is happy to see the both of them, offering a bottle that Joel accepts, and one that Dolores politely declines, though she still allows herself to be pulled along by the older woman, leaving Joel to make his rounds. The same questions, asked and answered, health and hearth and how are you. Fine, just fine. Except, a little distracted, quick glances over to the bar where Dolores is sitting. Patty still there with her, still getting her to smile, so fine, just fine until the next time he looks over.

Not Patty. Him. Big, bright shark tooth smile, fang and flare. Even more tan, skin tight and taut against quick-jumping muscle, all pumped and puffed out from his afternoon climb. A wiry arm slung around the back of Dolores’ chair, her whole body slanted and steeled toward the side as he leans in, lips pulled back in a sneer of a smile. 

Whoever Joel was talking to, he���s no longer listening, no longer even feigning interest as he watches, trying to piece together whatever that man is saying to her by the way his jaw pulls with each of his words. Waiting, really, for any excuse to step in, to make this wrong right. 

And then, enough, already in motion as he watches the man reach out, the backs of his knuckles brushing against her clavicle before she can jerk away. Gotcha, got you, gonna get you. All the ways the human body can recoil, say no, and all the ways it can refuse to listen.

He doesn’t catch the end of whatever the man is saying, words coming out on a quick bark of laughter that makes Dolores flinch harder, knuckles all curled up in her lap. He doesn’t care to know, a thick wash of no drowning it out. The thing is, Joel can get big, and loud, and mean, so mean. If he needs to. He can roll back his shoulders and set his jaw in a hard grind. He can make a fist and then make contact. He can make a man get small and get gone. But not in front of her. Another body to account for, a shivering down small body, a body that cannot bear any more violence. So he must settle for something else, a quiet heat, an expression on his face that he hopes is no enough.

“Is there a problem?” The man glances over his shoulder, all smile, all teeth.

“Hey, pal. No problem here. I was just telling this pretty thing about the climb I got in, wasn’t I?” He asks it with a duck of his head, trying to steal her gaze that she keeps on her hands in her lap. A habit of hers, the skin around her nails picked and pulled raw, soon to bleed with the way she’s worrying at them now. 

“I don’t think she’d like to hear any more of what you have to say, pal.” A flicker of something animal, the man sucks his teeth, mouth screwed to the side before he sighs. Fire needs fuel, and he’s not getting any, certainly not from her. Something that sounds like not worth it as he sways himself out of the bar. Joel knows this kind well, blown in and out in a day, maybe two. Not a problem, not really, and he won’t let it become one. 

“Thank you.” She gives Joel her eyes, a quick nod as he sits down beside her. Careful distance kept between them, space for her to spread back out, to unfurl, and she does, leaning back in her chair, a quick roll of her shoulders like she’s trying to shake off that shiver.

“I have no patience for people like that. Think they’re hot shit for hiking up a mountain when they’re just a nuisance.” Maybe he said too much, tempering his words with a swig of his beer, though Dolores seems to receive it, turning slightly toward him so he can feel the ghost of her knee brush against his.

“I just don’t like men like that.” He sighs, because what could he say to that? What hasn’t already been said in the slow fade of the bruises on her arms? 

“Drink?”

“Yeah, please.” 

It’s quiet between them for a while, each nursing a beer as the din around them lulls and lifts. He drums his fingers against his thigh, something steady while he tries to work a thick flood of words into something that might make sense, something that won’t make her recoil. 

“Can I ask you about it?” She doesn’t look at him, focused on her thumbnail working the sticker off her bottle. But she does nod, lips pursed, long sigh like she needs to make room for what she’s about to say.

“All of it?”

“If you’re okay with that, yes.”

Yes, she’s okay with that. No, her husband wasn’t always the way he is now. He was kind until he wasn’t. Quiet until he wasn’t. The first time, silly. That’s what she calls it. A silly, stupid thing. The windshield of his car had gotten chipped while she was driving it. And she saw black with the way his hand guided her skull into the wall of their bedroom when she got home. Silly, she says, a wave of her palm like, no big deal, because not the worst of it. His stomach slurs and sickens. 

She was a teacher, her lips curling around the memory like it tastes sweet. And then he told her to stop working. Command, not question. Gave her a careful fold of money each morning, like a child’s allowance, like a leash choked close and tight. What friends she had left told her to leave him, lovely sentiment, with what money? With what, with what, with what?

And then he got a gun. Waved it around like a second dick. A strange swagger, what the weight of such perfect destruction does in a man’s palms, slung on his hip, never far. 

“Did he?”

“Once, right here.” Two fingers pressed to her temple, her eyes unblinking, expressionless. Though it’s gone just as quick, her fingers flexing and curling into a quick fist before settling back in her lap, unmaking memory. 

She left then. With what, with what, with what? Nothing. A book in the passenger seat and a vague conception of the west meaning something like hope.

“You like to read?” Anything else will come out too harsh, too big with anger, so that will have to do. She seems relieved for it, shoulders settling and smoothing.

“Yes, I do.” 

“We can get you a library card, if you want.” 

“I’d like that.” 

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They go to the library the next day, and the man who works there just seems happy that there’s anyone new to give a library card to in the first place. 

Dolores has already begun reading the first book in the small stack she checked out, quiet in the passenger seat the whole drive home. And later, when he leaves for his overnight shift, she’s on the couch, already halfway finished, lips parted and moving with the page. 

“I’ll see you in the morning then.” Still startled by his voice, quick to shut her book and look at him, and like so many other times, he wishes he hadn’t said anything, had let her stay suspended in that ease.

“Alright, thank you again.” He’s still not very good at accepting that from her, a nod and a shrug of his shoulders, out the door. 

Lately, these shifts have gotten tinged sour. Something anxious, something angry. Waiting, maybe. Willing. Wanting that car to come zipping past him on the black strip of the interstate. Wanting to chase it down. Wanting to do something that he shouldn’t want to do. He’ll come, he thinks. They always do. Men like that won’t give up the thing that makes them feel big so easily. 

For now, Joel hunkers down in the car, radio off, quiet, waiting with all the other languoring animals for something that will sate. He replays what she told him in his mind, lets something dark curl around it, poison thoughts. But he has to ask himself why. All this care, all this concern, and all this anger, why? For a perfect stranger, who’s not really a stranger now. Been living around each other for nearly a month, so no, not a stranger anymore. 

He likes her. An answer both simple and devastating at the same time. And is he just as bad as any other man? Finding a scared thing so very pretty. No, he cannot like her like that. He cannot like her like watching the rise and fall of her sternum, and he cannot like her like stealing glances of her every chance he can get. Because that is the last thing she needs. But care is allowed. Making something wrong the smallest bit right is allowed. A friend, a familiar thing, a comfort. All things he can do for her. 

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The sun is just starting to heft its golden belly over the mountains when he gets home, pale blue light and mist rising cool and shy in the brush. Usually, at this hour, she will already be up, making breakfast for the both of them that he always feels a bit bashful accepting. 

But it’s quiet in the house this morning, still. Her book rests on one side of the couch, a rumpled blanket beside it. He doesn’t hear the old pipes groaning with the task of running water, the floorboards crackling with the fact of shuffling feet. And he shouldn’t but he does. Panic like a tight fist, like a heavy stone in his gut. 

He knocks on her bedroom door, a quiet call of her name. Nothing. And he shouldn’t, but he does. So careful, so quiet in cracking open the door. Nothing. Bed still made, untouched. She must have spent the whole night on the couch. Why does that make his heart kick and quicken in his chest? The thought of her reading right through the darkness, the singular glow of the lamp tendriling out into the night. 

Not here though. Did she? Could she? Would she? He feels drunk off this reality. But scared things have always been known to flee, haven’t they? To pretend at fragile trust until they find an opportunity to escape. Did she feel like she needed to escape from him? His palm tries to rub that thought out of his chest, real ache, real pain at the idea. 

Fresh air, because his skull is already starting to throb with this. He steps out onto the porch and tries to imagine all the ways this leaving could have been done. He hates every possibility, every phantom flight that he can conjure. But no time to let it sting or steep, because laughter, a sudden, foreign peel of it. Hers, he’s never heard hers before. But there she is, rounding the corner of the coop, a few of the chickens following close on her heels, already their favorite between the two of them. And she’s talking to them, quiet murmurings from behind a smile, another quick burst of brightness. 

“Hey, good morning.” Saying it to him, smiling at him, the biggest, best relief. He joins her, only a little grumble at the way the chickens squawk at his sudden intrusion. 

“You figure out names for them yet?” One eye dropped in a squint in the brash wash of morning light, still smiling.

“I have some ideas, yeah.” 

She’s here, how wonderful. And how awful, how quickly his heart seized and shuttered itself up at the thought of anything else. He can’t think about that too much, what that means. What danger that creates and threads through his ribs. So he focuses instead on breakfast, close in the kitchen, coffee for her with cream and a spoon of sugar, how he has found she likes it, silent sliding it across the counter to her where she’s stirring eggs in the pan. Always a thank you. 

The table in the kitchen is so small that he has to keep his chair scraped back so his knees won’t brush against hers, making space for her to spread out. 

“Thank you, for letting me stay so long. I know it’s not– you’re probably–” She stops herself, a sigh, chin tucked down. He could almost laugh, because here she is thanking him for what he was so afraid she didn’t want. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m glad you’re here, for as long as you’d like to be.” Trying to make it clear that this is not a cage, though the words still feel thick and foolish coming out. She swallows a careful bite of her breakfast, not looking at him, and again, he finds himself bracing for flight.

“I like being here.” 

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ughhh fine ill succumb to peer pressure smh

MY HOUSE MD OC :3

insp by @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @sillyhyperfixator @cherrishnoodles :3

⭐️ BASICS :3 ⭐️

name: dr. fluoxetine pearl/dr. pearl

full name: fluoxetine millicent maxine marvin pearl M.D.

nicknames: flu, flux, flo

gender: enby (they/them), afab, fluoxetine is their chosen name, pearl is their dead name but they legally changed it to be their last name.

age: 34

nationality/ethnicity: filipino/french american. born in pennsylvania technically but raised in BALTIMORE 🔥🔥🔥

they have a slight new jersey and baltimore accent but it’s mostly general american

ppth position: head of gynecology/obstetrics, but they have a lot of emergency medicine and diagnostics knowledge due to their residency so they help around there a lot. youngest gyno head ever!!!

sexuality: aromantic allosexual bisexual

personality: quiet and spacey but not shy, they keep to themself mostly. they seem rude/apathetic but they’re actually very friendly, especially to patients. they tend to be very negative and pessimistic at times. they’re also quite secretive and a kleptomaniac. miserable by themself. fantastic at negotiation, a bit creepy and brooding at times, even. but they’re mostly harmless! there always seems like there’s something else going on with them..something much more…

appearance: warmly-skinned 6’1 masc appearing person. they had top surgery, so they have a mostly flat body, except for their softly round tummy. they’re very lanky, but not skinny. they have a good amount of meat on their bones, and they’re softly muscular. their hair is a choppy, voluminous short black wolf cut with two tacky strands of bleach blonde that fits their sharp face. they have black eyes and light freckles everywhere that are slightly visible on their dark brown skin. they face is sharp, but also youthfully soft. they look a lot younger than they are.

style: they wear a tight dark vest with either a basic white button down or nothing underneath with dark pants with their doctor’s coat on top most days, and it’s quite stylish and slick. occasionally, especially on days they’re not feeling well or an administration heavy work day or in general when they don’t leave their office, they’ll wear a big graphic t-shirt and baggy pants with a cardigan to work. they carry around a stylish but small, washed out messenger bag to hold their prescription pad, pens, etc along with anything else they might personally need. they wear low-top converse that are beyond beaten up everyday. occasionally they’ll wear a sweater vest, or maybe a tie. depends how they feel that day.

ART BI MY SUPER COOL MEWTUAL @magicmarkerz SHE’S SO COOL GUYS

they have diagnosed BPD. they’re completely deaf in their left ear. and they have PTSD due to something in their backstory, which i’ll delve into soon. they are also actively, but unknown suicidal but don’t sh.

⭐️BACKSTORY :3⭐️

tw for death, slight gore/injury description, :3

lots of yapping :3

it all started on a freezing winter night on december 18th, 1970 when a very pregnant dolores alma torres and a jean-gabriel adrian marvin archambeau were driving late at night, in the middle of nowhere, to visit dolores’ friend’s baby shower on an extremely icy road when dolores when into labor. jean-gabriel re-routed to find her a hospital, but quickly got lost in the dark backroads of pennsylvania. as tension rose and dolores got more short with him, as labor isn’t fun, jean-gabriel didn’t notice the deer he was about to hit and swerved at the last second. he hit the deer anyway in the million spins he did in the ice, and crashed into a ditch diagonally, killing jean-gabriel on impact. dolores waited there for hours in labor, in the dark with a fractured rib slowly puncturing her organs and a bunch of glass cuts next to her dead husband, until a car finally passed by and a kind stranger got some help. she gave birth in the backseat of their car and died shortly after.

her last words were naming her baby girl, pearl alma torres-archambeau, and that she was sorry, god.

they were sent to their french grandparents in baltimore after being cleaned up at the closest hospital, where they were raised pretty much happily until they were six, when their grandfather died of a massive heart attack and their grandmother of a grand mal seizure a year of quiet later. they were then tossed around foster care for a bit, until permanently being sent to an orphanage. they were a very quiet child due to all the tragedy following them. they read a lot of books, which gave them an interest in medicine early on. this interest was amplified when they needed to go to the hospital when their appendix burst. they were also incredibly clever, and earned top marks in all their classes. they didn’t have many friends, however.

when they were sixteen, they emancipated themself from the orphanage and graduated high school early. they applied to norte dame of maryland to study biology and chemistry for their undergrad and got accepted, also giving them a place to stay. they worked odd jobs and side hustles to pay for any tuition left after scholarships and spent their time studying mostly, and they had earned enough credits to graduate at 19. they applied to johns hopkins for medical school, and also got in. at this point they could afford an apartment close. and things seemed to go quite well for them!

well, until there was an armed robbery (baltimore 🔥🔥) at the little corner store they worked at after class. they were shot in the shoulder and twice in their left ear, but their co-worker took the worst of it and died to a gunshot in their heart. the er patched them up, unable to save their ear, and the robber was caught and jailed, but they quit their job and buckled down on school, spiraling mentally.

they graduated med school, started their residency, and changed their name. until the dean of medicine at princeton plainsboro teaching hospital had reached out to them, offering them a position in the gynecology department as that was their decided specialty. they got their top surgery there and was quickly offered be the ob/gyn department head due to their excellent performance :3

⭐️FUN FACTS :3⭐️

they’re left-handed!

they have a really weak stomach, despite their occupation

can speak french pretty fluently as well as english

they have genetic weak hormones, so they take hrt

they have two cats, morphine and xanax :3

besties with benefits with thirteen

sea shell/pearl collector!

i’ll prob be adding to this as i think about more things/their place in canon/the other ocverse :3

[damaorquidia]

A días de poder ver la película en mi país solo me queda leer fics y admirar los hermosos fanarts así que les comparto los escenarios ficticios que imagino por culpa de mi falta de paciencia y amor al #stobotnik

Escenario ficticio que deseo ver y que se que no vere en la película pero igual me gusta fantasear que pasaran tipo que stone y robtonik se casaron y que en todo ese tiempo que estuvieron escondidos fueron un matrimonio pero esa información no le llego a Gerad .

Después de stone viera al cielo venido como la nave donde estaba el doctor dejaba la tierra y que de alguna manera a espera del fin del mundo o algo así mientras las personas corren por su visa y se forma un caos tom lo arrastre a un bar o algo así mientras sonic y su equipo colorido hacen lo suyo , no se no me pregunten .

Aviso impórtate solo son mis locuras si los personajes se comportan muy oc y si no tiene sentido lo lamento pero están avisados.

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-el me dejo me dejo aquí con ustedes - dijo stone mientras sin dudarlo bebía el vaso sintiendo como el liquido se espacia en su garganta provocando un fuerte ardor que no se comparaba con el dolor que sentía por el abandono de su doctor

-Acaso debí tomar su apellido - pregunto el hombre abatido recostado su rostro en la mesa del bar mientras lastimeramente veia el baso de licor - ¿que ?¿por que te cambiarias de apellido? - pregunto tom el hombre confundido viendo al asistente del lunático que intento destruir a su hijo adoptivo alienígena .

- Ese viejo loco de remate me echo alegando que es un "asunto de familia" yo también pertenezco a su familia - dijo mientras agarraba el baso apretándolo con ira mientras tom lo veía con sorpresa como stone mostraba su descontento , la tristeza se había vuelo ira - ¡Que maldita sea quiere ese maldito viejo lamento si no estuvo presente cuando firmamos el acta y lamento no haberme cambiado el apellido tal vez así sea digno se ser llamado parte de la familia ! - exclamo lanzando el baso al suelo - ¿acta? , ¿ apellido ?- pregunto tom confundido - stone metió su mano en su pecho mostrando una brillante argolla - lo llevamos como collar - respondió stone - ¿una sortija ? espera están casados - pregunto tom mientras stone solo lo miro con desagrado .

[peligin-eyed]

Ambrose would be such an annoying board member lol. His opinions change regularly depending on what he finds most amusing in the moment, he never shuts up, and he will start vicious gossip campaigns outside of meetings if things don’t go his way. He votes in support of Financial Interests, Preservation, the University, and against the Status Quo. He can be bribed. He will argue with the Jovial Contrarian, engage with Cornelius on anything to do with bones, flirt with September (…or the Jovial Contrarian), and make playful jabs about His Amused Lordship.

Emery doesn’t like meetings and spends the whole time looking bored and annoyed, possibly straight up working on something else while the other board members talk. They vote in support of Revolutionary Interests, the LoN, Hell, Urchins and against Society and the Bazaar. They can be swayed by Obfuscation. They will try to have side conversations with Sinning Jenny or April, threaten to duel Feducci mid-meeting if he disagrees with them, start to doze off if anyone goes into a long-winded speech, and they have some kind of interaction with September and January.

Henry supports a Scientific charter. He tends to take a pessimistic outlook on any issue he disagrees with and will point out its potential flaws or worst-case scenarios. He votes in support of the University, Preservation, the Status Quo, and against Hell, Criminals, and the LoN. He can be swayed by Respectability and interacts with the Dean of Xenotheology, Cornelius, January, and the Implacable Detective.

Liam is trying his best but is in a little bit over his head with the amount of decision-making and responsibility. He can be influenced fairly easily by Obfuscation. She votes in support of Labour, Rubbery Interests, the Church, the University, and against Hell and Society. She interacts with the Tentacled Entrepreneur, the Dean of Xenotheology, the Bishop of Southwark, Furnace, has negative interactions with Virginia, and reacts to the Bishop of St Fiacre’s with a sort of long-running weariness.

Railway players, what would OCs be like in the board room? Whose interests would they be for and against? Would they be ripe for bribery, or would they be swayed with obfuscation or Respectability? Would they have any unique interactions with other members of the board?

Betty would be very disinterested in the board, but would feel obliged to come along because of the players' acquaintance with her. She would mostly be for Urchin, Labour and Revolutionary interests, voting in favour of a charity charter and basic necessities like benches and access in the train cart. Anything promoting Hell or Society would be an instantenous challenge for her.

Betty would be easily swayed with obfuscation, taking it at face value after a moment of uneasy consideration. No amount of respect would get her to agree with you; it might have the opposite effect.

If she is on the same board as Sinning Jenny, she might be seen whispering to her and engaging in an entirely unrelated conversation. With the Contrarian, she sends him a death stare if he comments after being unconvinced. With the Commissioner, the two might share a knowing glance if both of them agree on a matter brought forth.

[kavalyera]

for your vtm oc ask game :D 31, 32, and 33 for a certain ventrue doctor pls

31. Do they have a ghoul?

— YES!!!! Her name is Dolores de Cervantes, a new anesthesiologist at her hospital <3

32. Do they like their ghoul if they do have one?

— Dr. Kelley could have just let her die in that morgue, but she was fond of how hardworking Dolls was and decided to make the woman her apprentice, hopeful that she might be worthy to become a Ventrue

33. Would they like to have a ghoul if they don’t have one?

— Ignoring the answers above, if Dr. Kelley could have another one, she wouldn’t. She thinks it’s a waste of her vitae😔

[peligin-eyed]

OC Lodgings Moodboards: Henry’s Townhouse

A respectable house not quite living up to its potential. The walls are mostly bare, the lighting dim, the living spaces frequently untidy. It is clearly a place meant for function rather than flair.

[dreammakcr]

( okay! for new followers, this is a full list of muses that are not on my muse page yet. <3 )

lilith - a court of thorns and roses (OC rhysand’s sister)

medusa - greek mythology

isobel - baulder’s gate 3

vidia - disney’s tinkerbell

balthazar - supernatural

johnny gat - saint’s row

han solo - star wars

leia organa - star wars

padme amidala - star wars

helios - greek mythlogy

nora west-allen - detective comics

barry allen - detective comics

dorothy gale - the wizard of oz

angelica schuyler - hamilton

eliza schuyler - hamilton

olivia pope - scandal

jasper frost - the royals

eleanor hestridge - the royals

alosa kalligan - daughter of the pirate king

eelyn - sky in the deep

mirabel madrigal - encanto

dolores madrigal - encanto

barbie - barbie

artemis - greek mythology

rose dewitt bukater - titanic

alice liddell - alice madness returns

will turner - pirates of the caribbean

elizabeth swann - pirates of the caribbean

nessarose thropp - wicked

penny lamb - ride the cyclone

sandy olsson from grease

betty rizzo from grease

willow rosenberg from buffy the vampire slayer

kal from halloweentown 2

marnie piper from halloweentown

juliet starling from lollipop chainsaw

william gracey from the haunted mansion

sadie adler from red dead 2

arthur morgan from red dead 2

teddy lupin from harry potter

roxanne weasley from harry potter

fleur delacour from harry potter

calliope from greek mythology

richard castle from castle

kate beckett from castle

hilda spellman from sabrina the teenage witch

sabrina spellman from sabrina the teenage witch

jason mendoza from the good place

tahani al jamil from the good place

amren from a court of thorns and roses

jake peralta from brooklyn 99

velma dinkely from scooby doo

fred jones from scooby doo

daphne blake from scooby doo

shaggy rogers from scooby doo

phoenix winchester from supernatural (OC daughter of Cassie and Dean)

miss honey from matilda

matilda from matilda

jessica day from new girl

maxwell sheffield from the nanny

(young) blanche deveraux from the golden girls

merope gaunt from harry potter

janine teagues from abbott elementary

aurora dubois from sleeping beauty

anne sallow from hogwarts legacy

poppy sweeting from hogwarts legacy

tom riddle from harry potter

jeffrey winger from community

troy barnes from community

annie edison from community

river song from doctor who

helena bertinelli from detective comics

dinah lance from detective comics

princess yona from yona and the dawn

clover ewing from totally spies

magdalene defoe from repo! the genetic opera

amber sweet from repo! the genetic opera

shilo wallace from repo! the genetic opera

carmen cortez from spy kids

ami mizuno from sailor moon

gretchen wieners from mean girls

karen smith from mean girls

prince phillip from sleeping beauty

helen parr from the incredibles

rei hino from sailor moon

danielle de barbarac from ever after

deena johnson from fear street

laurie strode from halloween

gale weathers from scream

sidney prescott from scream

samantha carpenter from scream

[peligin-eyed]

Some were easier than others, but mostly I thought of some key words or vibes and went down synonym lists until I found something that seemed right

Aesthete fit pretty well for Ambrose because beauty, art, and a certain sort of indulgent laziness suited his character (and it gets bonus points for making me think of Oscar Wilde). Esoteric seemed to fill in the other half of his character, with the relentless curiosity and dabbling in obscure academic disciplines. Plus I love the way the two words sound together

I almost went with something more nautical for Emery’s noun part, but decided Hunter was more neutral because they were doing more land-based stuff at the time. For the adjective, I wanted something that alluded to being a monster hunter and also kind of menacing

Robin’s was honestly just a lot of bouncing around on Thesaurus.com lol. I knew Henry’s noun would be Doctor and then I just looked up synonyms for “lonely.” Now I feel like Forsaken feels a bit dramatic, but at the time I wasn’t sure if I was going to eventually try Seeking with him

Liam’s was hard because I didn’t have a super clear character concept for him at first. I played with one of the FL title generators but nothing was really clicking. I think I settled on Cursed fairly early though once I got that aspect of his character down. I ended up drawing some inspo from the Parasol Protectorate version of werewolves, so I decided that he could be a musician and also have a past as a soldier. Pretty sure I pulled Balladeer out of a Hunchback of Notre Dame musical lyric haha

asking half out of curiosity and half because i am failing to come up with any good ones - how did you guys decide on titles for your fallen london ocs?

[sygneth]

FANDOM AND PROJECT LIST FOR MY BLOG

I'm a multifandom mess and I'm not in charge of whatever my brain decides that I will be obsessing over. Fortunately my fixations rather stack than die away so sooner or later I will (probably) be coming back to whatever era you've found me at.

ACTIVE PROJECTS:

Echoes of Elysium (a Disco Elysium comic where Harry tries to stay sober and sort out his relationship with people, set directly after the events from game, with some retrospections) - AO3 - ComicFury - INFO - Page 1

Sherlock Holmes and Victor Trevor College Adventures (a comic series about friendship/QPR between the two of them, retelling/filling in the events from the story) - AO3 - Masterpost - Chapter 1 (finished) - Chapter 2 (finished) - Chapter 3 (in the making)

Sherlock Holmes Timeline by Sygneth - since none of the timelines yet were satisfactory for the story of Holmes and Watson that I have in my head, I am making my own also I wanted to feel like a real scholar (in progress) - link

PROJECTS ON HIATUS (let me believe I'll come back to them):

Postcards from Revachol (a postcard series + my thoughts, where I paint over my photos of my hometown, as it reminds me of Revachol and here is why)

Postapo Disco Inferno (a stupid silly AU where I do not think too much. Revachol got bombed 20 years earlier and Harry, Kim & Jean have a dog Dolores) - link

Sonnaá (my OC universe that may turn into something with some chronology one day)

Aside from those I am sometimes drawing or writing unrelated things in mentioned fandoms or in other fandoms too.

List of fandoms/things I am into:

Sherlock Holmes (especially ACD stories and Granada, but also Gielgud Radio Drama, Livanov Holmes, Frogwares Chapter One and The Awakened, Sherlock&Co)

Disco Elysium

Good Omens (both book and series)

Dracula

Gravity Falls

Adventure Time with Finn and Jake

Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake

Undertale

Deltarune

LOTR

Supernatural

Doctor Who

some other XIXth-century literature (Dostoevsky, Hugo, Verne, Prus, Austen)

late XIXth and early XXth century culture in Poland and UK

historical clothing

classical music (especially Classical and Romantic era)

piano (had a 13 years long trauma-induced hiatus, but I'm so back)

violin (I am a self-taught begginer but I am having fun)

poetry and theater

linguistics

quantum physics

psychology

probably a tone of others things I forgot now

[flinttflakes]

The Quad

(Introducing all my main Ocs in one go)

In Order of Oldest to Youngest: Maria Dolores Ramirez (She/Her), Diego Marcos Ramirez (He/Him), Nikolai Emilio Ramirez (He/They), and Bianca Valeria Ramirez (Any/All - Mainly She/her due to the timeline)

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Maria D. Ramirez

The entirety of the Quad is twenty-two but Maria is the eldest.

She works as popular fashion designer and seamstress.

She adores making clothing and is usually the one who makes the clothes her siblings wear (because she is not letting her family look ugly.)

Maria is married with a wife and has like four kids.

She doesn’t spend a lot of time around the newsies but the Brooklynites play dress up in her stuff.

Diego M. Ramirez

Diego is the second eldest, one of the middle children.

He works as a boxer, and he learned a lot from the people he grew up around.

He’s dyslexic. Boy CANNOT read omfg. God help this man.

He’s so homosexual btw, he’s got like 3 boyfriends and eventually 3 daughters too.

He’s a big family man and loves their family so much.

Nikolai E. Ramirez

Smart doctor man!!!

Third child, and also technically the twins with the youngest because there was a time gap between him and Diego.

He was an apprentice under a military doctor and also went to college in Brooklyn for it.

BRO DOES NOT LIKE NEWSIES. He is friend with ONE newsie and is like done with the rest of them.

He’s also a gardener! He has a greenhouse on the roof he shares with his younger twin.

Bianca V. Ramirez

Entomologist!

She’s the youngest but acts the most motherly somehow.

She loves the newsies, loves them all, will/would adopt them all.

The Brooklyn newsies call her Mama B later on and she almost cried.

She shares the rooftop greenhouse with Niko and keeps all her bugs up there.

Bianca is THE ONLY ONE WHO’S IN A OC X CANON SHIP AND I DON’T KNOW WHY. I DON’T EVEN WANT IT ANYMORE, SHE’S MY WIFE NOT YORK’S. Anyways, she’s dating York, eventually marries him, and they have like four kids too. (Fuming about this. FUMING.

Anyways, notes: I plan on drawing more canon newsies stuff and posting old art because THIS IS OLD ART. I AM IMPROVING TOO FAST TO POST JESUS. So, more newsies art, I might start “designing” all the canon newsies just for funsies. I’ll probably start with the Brooklyn newsies because The Quad lives in Brooklyn.

When I mean “designing” I pretty much mean steal my friends designs and mashing it with canon designs and putting my style’s spin on it.

[plotandburn]

Harry gets adopted by

ok so, before anything starts let's get to the rules:

No reader-inserts, self-inserts or unhappy endings are allowed.

spanking, watersports, extremely underage ships or parent/child incest are only allowed if portrayed on a negative light.

Peter Petigrew and Dolores Umbridge must be bashed

Dumbledore must be gay and atracted to Grindewalt and Grindewalt alone.

poor grammar is not allowed (you don't need a beta but at least use grammarly some form of grammar corrector)

You are not allowed to bash Severus Snape, Sirius Black,Draco Malfoy or Remus Lupin.

8.Ok so...this will be divided into two sections: Gloria and Barbie. In the Gloria section you can adjust the timeline to fit Hp canon but the Barbie section must be written in the timeline of the movie only

9.since in the movie Barbie said that she does not love Ken you are must NEVER pair him with her!

10. Oh and you must get rid of Gloria's creepy underdevolped husband at some point,regardless of the prompt you pick (i don't care if you kill him,make him cheat, turn him into a pedo or...whatever just GET RID OF HIM).

11. Hagrid can only be paired with Madame Maxine and no one else

12. Mad Eye Moody and Amelia Bones can't be paired with anyone

13. Minerva Mcgonagal can only be paired with Poppy Pomfrey or anyone on the staff that she never taugh herself.

14. Crabbe and Goyle can only be paired with Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Milicent Bulstrode, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, each other or an Oc.

With that said, let's go:

1.

Ok so....in this version i'd imagine that, Gloria never donated Sasha's barbie's as...well...once Harry got to Hogwarts , he decided to use the barbies to help his mom visualize what happened on his school year, using the ken's and barbies that more resemble the people he meets at hogwarts. My suggestions:

Doctor Ken : Severus Snape (who is very pleased by that once he finds out)

Beauty and The Beast Ken: Lucius Malfoy

Wedding day Ken: Draco Malfoy

My first Ken (The black version): Blaise Zabini

Sky Fun Midge: Ginny Weasley

Cameraman Ken: Colin Creevy

Movie Star Ken: Cedric Digorry

Stereotipical Barbie: Fleur Delacour

Beach day Ken: Bill Weasley (for no other reason that he is Fleur's mate and beach day Ken was literally made for stereotypical Barbie)

Rock Star Ken: Sirius Black

Scottish Barbie: Hermione Granger

two identical Ken's of your choosing(one of them having been bought because Sasha tought she lost the first one): The Weasley Twins

and.......well....ypu figure out the rest.

Anyway,because the Barbie's and Ken's are used as representations of other people, they sudenly start acquiring personality traits of those people and randomly quoting them. Some aren't all that bothered by it but some, like the Ken's chosen to represent Severus and Voldemort are really pissed by it, so they decide to go to the real world with stereotipical barbie to find out what's going on (you can chosse how many will acompany her).

At some point, Harry goes to Barbieland with Gloria,Sasha, Sirius and either Severus,Remus or the weasley's.

I imagine a Harry raised by Gloria would probably either be a griff or a puff 'cause while he would admire his cool, no nonsense older sister, he would be a major mamma's boy.

Recomended ships for Gloria: Barbie, Dora Tonks, Charlie, Bill,Sirius or Remus

2.

Ok so.....in this instance Harry would only come into Barbie's life once she choses to become a real human. I imagine this Harry would be a metrosexual with a foundness for pink but he would be more responsible than canonically since his mom adopts him not long after the end of the movie so she is still grasping what it truly means to be a human. I imagine he goes with his mom to Barbieland every now and then and views all the other dolls as extended family. This Harry would probably be a puff or a raven.

Recomended ships for Barbie: Gloria,Severus,Sirius,Nymphadora, Fleur or Remus.

Regardless of the prompt you pick, do try to ultilize the dolls that had few or no lines in the movie.Figure out their personlities and have fun.

oh,and if you want to write a more serious fict go ahead,sure this premise is perfect for crack but it does not have to be crack if you don't want it to.

[peligin-eyed]

Ambrose like vivid colors and fancy fabrics. In general he has just So Many clothes and accessories and he’s constantly swapping them out. For Emery it’s big heavy coats- a greatcoat on land and a pea coat at zee. They’re also usually visibly armed with either their harpoon or some kind of blade. Robin very rarely takes off their emotional support cosmogone spectacles in public. Henry wears exclusively dark colors, though he’s tentatively branching out a bit from only black now that he’s no longer in formal mourning. He still keeps his (former?) husband’s walking stick with him. He’s hoping that someday Erich will recognize it and want it back. Liam mostly dresses in dull and practical clothes because it’s what he used to, but he found some rather striking silk slippers shortly after arriving in London and he’s getting to be fond of them.

Join me in calming down by talking about OCs.

Prompt: What are your character(s)' signature accessories?

Orsinio likes scarves and often wears black gloves; he's usually cold. Miles wears snake jewelry, a blue jewel necklace their sister game them, and white gloves. (Yeah I didn't realize the symbolism at first with their chessboard colors but it's so good.) Samuel is someone who dresses as basic as possible, but he has the strangling willow ring. He'd also consider the monster hunter bone harpoon an accessory for threatening people who don't treat his kids well. Lucretia likes flowers in her hair or pinned to her jacket.

[bumbling-in-boogie-land]

I might need to make a better design for Doctor Whooves but all I know is I want them to be direct opposites because that’s what made me fall in love with these two to begin with B]

[mbdoodles]

☆ He's working ☆