#sometimes medicine is tolerable . fun even

[espectres]

I was reading a fic abt a hunter & a doctor trying to find a cure to an illnesses spreading during like the 17th century or smthing & the doctor was relying on epidemiology principles to solve the case in a time where ppl believed in witchcraft & nonsense. then the next day I walk into college & I get so fucking excited abt new communicable diseases course i felt so giddy & stupid oh my god

[comicwritesstuff]

okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV: 

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face. 

I answer the phone.

“Hello, y/n? Whats up” 

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!” 

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.” 

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n” 

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport. 

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so. 

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating. 

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.   

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets” 

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase. 

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable. 

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky) 

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring. 

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her. 

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun. 

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing* 

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible. 

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago. 

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific” 

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person” 

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”  

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work. 

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place. 

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?” 

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital. 

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point. 

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him. 

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House? 

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.” 

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile. 

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks” 

“Oh yeah no problem” 

Sarcastic asshole. 

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.” 

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?” 

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”  

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.” 

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down. 

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down. 

“So are you gonna interview me or something?” 

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.” 

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though. 

“Fair enough.” 

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.” 

“Y/n! You traitor!” 

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.   

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?” 

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!” 

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people. 

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside. 

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality. 

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.  

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. 

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us. 

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him. 

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk. 

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time. 

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?” 

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.” 

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance. 

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.” 

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.” 

 With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.” 

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ). 

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine. 

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.” 

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.” 

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?” 

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor. 

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right. 

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him. 

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?” 

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-” 

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?” 

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin. 

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.  

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night. 

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.” 

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane. 

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit. 

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far. 

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House. 

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.

[mellowsaturns]

for you, anything

JOEL MILLER X READER

summary: joel do what he does best, smuggling and taking care of you

warnings: fluff, soft!joel, domesticity, established relationship, reader caught a cold, sick fic

wc: 900

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After spending years and years fighting to survive a cordyceps apocalypse and tolerating a totalitarian government regime, you were no stranger to hardship. But it seemed like one thing has finally gotten to you, something that had you weak and bedridden for days now, something so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but it happened—you had managed to catch a common cold.

Okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic, but the combination of a sore throat, the inability to breathe, the stuffy nose and constant chills was making you feel awful.

The door opens and on a normal day, you would’ve been alert and ready for any potential intruders but you had no energy left and besides, you knew who it was just by the creaks of the floorboard.

You peek out from the corner of your eyes and Joel was leaning against the wall at the end of your bed, looking at you in pity.

“Shut up,” you groaned, pulling the thin blanket over your head.

That garnered a small chuckle from him. “Didn’t even say anything,” he said.

“You didn’t need to,” you murmured.

Feeling the bed dip with his pressure, he pulled the cover away. “How are you feeling today?”

“Like shit,” you replied as he brought his hand up to feel your forehead. “I can feel a major headache forming,” you added with a pout.

“Poor baby,” he cooed.

You gave him a weak punch in the arm. “You dick, if you’re here to make fun of me just leave.”

He snickered for a bit, clearly enjoying this before mellowing. “Here,” he said, handing you a paper bag you didn’t even know he was holding.

Raising an eyebrow in suspicion you took a peek inside. “Joel,” you gasped, “How did you manage to get these?”

Because inside the bag were different envelopes of white pills and packets of powdered electrolytes, everything you needed to help you get through a cold—probably way past its expiration date, but still, these were highly prized. You would have had to work months just to get enough rations for these items. And Joel just handed you these…

“Are you seriously questioning my skills?”

You scoffed. “No. But you really didn’t have to get all these for me. I would have gotten better with time.” And you know that he knows it too, but he still got these things for you because he knew it would help alleviate the pain even if it was for a little bit. And no matter how much he downplays it, you know how hard it must’ve been for him to get these items. You know because you’re in this business with him.

You couldn’t help the smile that was tugging at your lips. “But… Thank you. I appreciate you doing this for me.” For always taking care of me.

He hummed and looked away, embarrassed at the gratitude you were giving him. Getting up, he headed to the living room and grabbed you a bottle of water.

“Let me,” he offered, before placing the bottle on your bedside and helping you sit straight. He popped the medicine onto your palm and you swallowed them down. And maybe it was the placebo effect but you were feeling better already—or maybe it was just the fact that Joel was here.

Sometimes, he really was the best medicine.

Suddenly, he pulled out something from his pocket. “Here.”

You frowned in confusion before a surprised expression spread all over. “Joel…” you whispered.

Turning the package in your hand, you examined its content and the slight wrinkles of the plastic. He had managed to find you a bag of those hard fruity candies that you once loved when the world wasn’t in ruins—something you had forgotten until now. Something meaningless you told him all those years ago when you first got to know each other and reminisced about the good old days.

You wanted to cry. He went through all this effort just to make your life a little easier and joyful when you know it made his life a little harder.

When you looked up at him, he gave you a shy smile. “Thought it might make you happy.”

You were beaming. And if you weren’t sick, you’d kiss him.

He started taking off his shoes when you stopped him. “Joel, I’m sick.”

He scoffed, as if you said something absurd. “Move over,” he grunted, hogging the spot next to you and getting underneath the covers.

He crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

“I kinda miss this you know,” you whispered. Because even though you were wrapped in his jacket he gave you a few days ago, in which he insisted you wear because your blanket was too thin, it just wasn’t the same.

He made a noise in agreement and minutes later, he was snoring.

It’s been three days since you caught a cold, hence, three days since you’ve been fully in his presence. It only occurred to you now that he didn’t stay away because he was scared of catching it, but that he spent all that time working and doing what he does best. All because of you—all for you.

All you could do was admire him as moonlight gently graced the features of his face.

When you got better, you’d give him that kiss he deserved.

[presidentofthelipglossclub]

GUESS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS!!

in honor of my birthday here are some more rescue bots headcanons!!

they (as in constructed rescue bots) have extra color receptors which allows them to see more types of light than other bots, as well as advanced hearing (they’re also the only bots with noses so they have an extra sense)

all of them have outliers (its a requirement to be a rescue bot)

blurr changed his paint job (post s4, before he showed up in rid15) because heatwave and blades basically bullied him into it

the academy where they studied was on a moon of cybertron’s, and they actually spent very little time on cybertron itself. it was sorta like a field trip spot, and they went very infrequently

quickshadow was the academy's champion shot, and she won a bunch of competitions

the rescue bots all had specialties outside of what they actually did (heatwave was a history nerd, boulder studied xenobiology, blades took journalism, chase did psychology, quickshadow was a data analyst, hightide took astronomy)

hightide was actually friends with both orion pax and megatronus separately before they realized they all knew each other

in that same vein, servo and lazerbeak were longtime friends because they grew up together

optimus is so ridiculously tolerant towards whatever the rescue bots do that they actually have a running bet on how much they can get away with before optimus gets angry (he never once has)

blurr's reputation as most annoying bot ever has been intact since way before the war when he was a racer

blades got his name through an awkward mishap at an armory that heatwave never let him live down

related to that, all the rescue bots' "names" are really more of nicknames. their names are listed on documents but their primary identification is through serial numbers because they're cold constructs

boulder had a practically bullet proof reputation at the academy as the perfect student so whenever the others wanted to get away with something they always involved him

when salvage heard about DIY's he got super into them and started making tons of pointless stuff. he never even followed the good channels, only stuff like troom troom

chase succumbs to peer pressure ridiculously easy

heatwave gives really good advice but only on accident

quickshadow and hightide like to hang out and trash talk optimus whenever he does something they don't like

blades only has field medicine training, he's not cleared for any actual treatment outside of an emergency (he can do first aid and EMT stuff but can't, like, prescribe things or do surgery). this has not stopped him from trying things though.

salvage is actually from one of cybertron's colony worlds, but he grew up on cybertron

ok here's a fun little surprise in honor of my birthday: the humans are also included in headcanons!!

kade was actually very good at gymnastics, he just got bored of it

chief burns needs glasses but he prefers to wear contacts

dani had a very extreme scene core phase, and her hairstyle is a remnant of that

frankie has super high government security clearance as a super genius and daughter of one of the world's best scientists, so she knows all kinds of military secrets

doc greene and chief burns met in childhood, doc's family moved away, and then when he got older he moved back to griffin rock and reunited with the chief

graham is the biggest night owl because of college. sometimes, when he has trouble falling asleep, the bots invite him to movie night and they all watch reruns of old movies or shows

building off that, there are two kinds of movie night: the first is with the whole burns family, rescue team, and sometimes others such as optimus or the greenes. the second is less of a movie night and more of a "we need something to do while the humans are sleeping, let's watch trashy tv all night." this kind of movie night is really just the bots (minus whoever has night shift)

professor baranova actually used to be pretty upbeat, although she was a bit misunderstood because she's neurodivergent (i also headcanon that after the whole living underwater for 28 years thing she developed DID and multiple alters to cope with the loneliness, so she's now a system)

woodrow and optimus are in a qpr. optimus refers to him as his amica, and also privately thinks of him as his human partner

doc greene at some point developed a working synthetic energon formula completely independently. when ratchet first met him (post war, probably right before he was hired to work at the rescue academy) and learned about this he lost his shit

bumblebee and dani race together all the time when he visits

this is where i'm gonna stop this post, because it's pretty late for me lol. it was my birthday today, so happy birthday to me!!

also y'all PLEASE talk to me abt any of these headcanons i will be thrilled to elaborate!

[possessionisamyth]

Here's some RE Separate Ways analysis that isn't about shipping because I like Ada. I'm happy her DLC actually focuses on her, but some of the takes I'm seeing are Insufferable. Main statements in bold for ease of reading and skipping purposes.

-Wesker and Ada haven't been working together consistently for the past 6 years. This dripless bitch is calling Ada every five minutes to babysit her. I don't think that's the relationship dynamic of someone you're regularly employed under, and when it is, Ada is not the type of character to tolerate that behavior for 6 years. We know Ada is a contract worker. We can understand she's worked for Wesker on and off, but she's a freelance agent period. She must've done enough jobs for Wesker that he feels the need to check on her and have this constant reporting in to make sure she stays on task since he's clearly used to her not always following his orders. He 100% hired her for this assignment because he knew the situation and compared to the other options, she had the highest survival chances. Which, he was right. High risk, high reward.

Sometimes Wesker's babysitting works: Ada holding Luis at gunpoint when he tries to negotiate saving Leon and Ashley. Sometimes he knows when to step away: "Keep your dog." All of it is in the effort to get what he wants. Look, he let her live. He worked with S.T.A.R.S for years and wanted them all dead. If he worked with Ada regularly and she pulled this shit with the amber, he would've had that helicopter blown out of the sky. There's always some restraint with personal distance, especially with a guy who thinks so highly of himself.

-Luis is a drama queen. In the regular game, Luis acts cool and under control to the best of his abilities around Leon and Ashley. It's a part of his newly found hero-complex even though he does still know when to ask for help: "save me prince charming!" In the DLC, we see the real side of Luis. The one who's scared, and dramatic, and knows when he's not shooting with a loaded gun so to speak. When Ada tells him to leave her to fight, he does. He wants to help, but his respect for her abilities sends him fleeing like she orders him to. Also, like every scientist, he has zero self-preservation! He ran into a fire that clearly would kill him to get medicine. And the exchange afterwards? "No! Now you'll all die!" "Make some more medicine." "Oh..yeah...I can do that. I do have that ability."

The flamenco dance. "Are you mad at me???🥺 You're mad at me!😭" This man understands Ada can kill him without blinking, but still can't keep his composure around her. This is such a fun dynamic to explore in fic for expansion stories and "Luis lives" au's. The DLC gives him breaks to freak out and panic, whereas the main game holds the "cool persona" moments after Leon saves him. Even his dying words to Ada. This man is bleeding to death and still can't shut up. I love him.

Okay, that's all I gotta say about the loser men. Now for the star of the DLC. Ada. :)

-Ada "Sans Undertale go into my eyes" Wong. The methods Ada uses in the DLC are fun and appropriate. It's not invasive and in your face unlike another agent, but more subtle. She can track footprints, fingerprints, gauge the safe distance required for her grappling hook, and she knows when she needs to fight and whens he needs to run. Her practicality has always been the cleanest of the entire cast due to her being a spy, but this time we actually get to see this trait utilized through her tools.

-Ada is silly and quips her own jokes to get through it. Something I'm not seeing anyone talk about including the aeon people who are claiming anything they can get, is this specific humor parallel between Leon and Ada in the remake. Both of them have gone through the horrors of Raccoon City. Both of them went right back into very difficult military in function style work which always has a body count. I talked about Leon's humor coping mechanism here [X], but to hear Ada do the same thing? I feel like they went under the radar because they don't sound as stupid as Leon's quips, but they are still so stupid. "Nighty night." "Lights out." "Bring me a real challenge next time." "Now look at the mess you've made." "You think that gun will be enough?" She and Leon even share the same "Next," line!

If I had 80GB to spare on the game, I'd see just how many more I could get out of her. Like, these are dumb as hell. She's found a method to cope with the horrors she's witnessing that just so happens to coincide with Leon's. I'm not saying this as a marker of whatever romance you've tossed them in or even to diss any other romances. What I am saying is that they have a similar type of mental illness resulting from trauma, and they ended up using the exact same coping method despite never seeing each other.

Ada fans who hate Leon! This opens a door for you when it comes to character analysis and how Ada deals with her PTSD and/or depression! Run through it RIGHT NOW!

-Ada's infection pulls a lot more weight than it seems. I've seen some people say Ada's parasite should've been removed the same as Leon's and Ashley's. (Which is an extremely unsubtle argument to get them all in the same room for your shipping nonsense.) However, something I noticed with the DLC were the parallels to the troubles in RE2. The Black Robe/U-3/Pesenta monster is the first time where we get to see Ada dealing with a stalking enemy. Due to RE4 being so much more plot-lined streamed to maintain the flow of gameplay, these events were not allowed to be random, but the narrative purpose remains. Ada gets to have a stalking enemy in her DLC like Claire and Leon did in RE2 with the addition of a hubris check.

The hubris check? Well, Ada has never been infected until this DLC. In the original games, she can step back and watch people die because she doesn't know what it feels like. Now she knows what it feels like. The lack of control. The pain. The slow turning. Her job has had her flirting with death for years, but not in a way she can't fiddle with the odds. A parasite is not something a person can distract with words. The action to steal the amber is backed up via personal experience not just a morality code slapped on. The addition of Wesker's correction to "billions of causalities" means she's included in that number and just cements her incentive to flee. She's not doing this for Leon. She's not doing this for Luis. She's doing this for herself, and if it so happens to help other people then it is what it is. After being on both sides of the coin when it comes to viruses, she can no longer function as entirely impartial to the work she's doing.

-Ada doesn't ask for permission but asks for forgiveness. Don't take this phrasing literally. She doesn't ask Wesker to forgive her. What this means is that she'll do something before asking, and if it upsets people then she'll course correct. Her job is not the kind of job where she needs to take orders for every action she implements which is why Wesker calling every five minutes was annoying as hell. In the OG RE4 she kind of argues with Wesker for Leon to live for "his usefulness", but it's swiftly shut down until it's convenient to Wesker for Leon to live. This forces her to sneak around and betray Wesker multiple times to save Leon secretly, and the concept rightfully gets thrown into the garbage for the remake DLC.

The scene in the bedroom where Wesker tells Ada not to become a liability after taking her blood? Ada doesn't fight to get her shit back. Some people said this was flirting. Wrong. This is Ada seeking forgiveness after the fuck up of passing out in the middle of an active field by letting Wesker walk off with an infection sample. She then makes sure not to fuck up a second time in the same way, and she doesn't. She learns the signs of her parasite so in case she does pass out again, she'll be somewhere much less conspicuous. She listens for the changes in her environment and the feelings in her body and prepares herself for what's next.

-Ada saves Leon and Ashley for Luis' sake. I stated earlier that Ada's action to take the amber was for her own sake but ends up helping others. This is the exact situation going on when Luis talks about getting the suppressant. She needs the suppressant in order to do her job and kill the black robe so she can heal. It just so happens that Leon and Ashley need the suppressant for survival reasons too. They are an afterthought until Luis dies.

We watch Ada question Wesker and his plans all throughout this DLC, and she comes to her own conclusions after her experience working with him. She could've gotten the amber back and let the whole place blow into smithereens like Wesker intended. Who cares about the president's daughter? Who cares about another dead federal agent? Luis did. He cared so much he died for it, and just like that other clown in Raccoon City (aka her), she got emotionally attached. If there was anything she could've done for Luis to make his death mean something, it was this act.

-Ada sells Leon's jacket. This isn't analysis, but I thought this was funny as hell. ACAB! No exceptions! Freeze your tiddies off, Leon! I don't give a shit!

-Ada's new outfit is still better than her old one. It's still not the best they could've given her. I'm also not speaking from a fashion point of view when I say this. In the OG RE4 we see Leon in a jacket which is forcibly removed to show off his pecs to the ladies, but it clearly marks a colder time of year. OG RE4 Ada has arms out, legs out, and tits out because a hoe never gets cold. The sweater dress for the remake re-establishes that it's colder here because even Luis doesn't lose his jacket. Ashley doesn't lose her jacket either until they yoink it off her for ritual reasons. I still hate that the thigh high boots have that heel and would prefer the flats, but that's going to be in the complaint paragraph below.

-Capcom sexism at play once again. I don't give a shit about rigs and motion capture or whatever, her walk cycle was 2 adjustments from being full Bayonetta, and I hate it. The ass shots? Disrespectful. Her heels didn't have to be that high. Never heard of a kitten heel? They exist. The people who worked on RE3 Remake and worked on this DLC sure love to make a woman vomit don't they? Why the fuck was she so clean the entire game? She was being thrown around and tossed in the dirt a lot, but this woman's skin is shinier than a waxed apple. Either she has some wet wipes on hand, or god forbid women get filthy. Absolutely zero reason she shouldn't have been looking as rough as Leon by the time she gets on the helicopter! No reason at all!

That's all they wrote! I love Ada. I loved this DLC, and I loved the dynamics going on here even though I hated every time Wesker was on screen or opened his mouth at all.

As much as I would love to expand this post and go further into the changed Ada and Leon relationship, I frankly hate all the takes I've been seeing so much on either side of the Aeon debate. I hate the ongoing conversation around it so much that I don't know if I want to discuss this at all. The Aeon should've gotten this if not for Luis and Ashley side and the Aeon is dead side going back and forth with each other? All of you put on your clown noses! None of you are looking at this situation objectively to see where the lines cross and where they run alongside each other, and frankly I'm tired! I could clear this whole table off so both of you can get exactly what you want based on what you're not actually interpreting from this media, but I won't! Kill each other!

[asher-agere]

Hiii!!! I’m so sorry you’re sick :(( I am too unfortunately (； T.T)) so I was wondering if you could do cg Chuuya with a sick baby that just will not let go of him, he has to get up for any reason? Nuh uh. Even better if baby is sleepy! Sending love and hoping you feel better soon!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ - ⭐️

:0 MY FIRST CHUUYA REQUEST. I LOVE CHUUYA SO MUCH. I mean… I’m so totally normal about him. Just an average character yes of course. I’m so sorry to hear you’re sick though :( Sick is never fun. I hope you feel better soon as well ⭐️!

Caregiver Chuuya + Sick Clingy Little

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⭒ Chuuya is the perfect caregiver for a clingy little! Why you might ask? His ability of course! Upon the Tainted sorrow is perfect for carrying around a baby! For starters his little one would never be too heavy. He can carry them effortlessly. Plus he can carry things around while still holding onto his baby! Just a simple tap and it’s floating along with him

⭒ I also think Chuuya himself is pretty clingy. He’s so used to losing people that he’d want to hold his little one super duper tight! Make sure they’re still there. And reassure them that he’s still there of course! It’s mutually beneficial clinginess

⭒ The second that Chuuya notices his baby is sick he’s already resigned to the fact that he’ll be getting sick too. He doesn’t even try avoiding it. He’ll snuggle right up to his baby to take care of them. If he tried distancing himself to avoid getting sick it would just make them both so sad… Was it really worth it? He doesn’t think so at least

⭒ Chuuya can be very overbearing- Always insists on medicine, which he’ll try getting his little one to take before they drop, much easier than giving a baby medicine. He insists that they lay down, not moving much, he’ll lay with them of course! He’ll keep the temperature controlled, plenty of blankets. Ultimate comfy snuggle times!

⭒ Chuuya would never be grossed out! Sometimes sickness comes with many gross things like throwing up. But… Let’s be honest. Chuuya and his low alcohol tolerance? He’s used to dealing with vomit. So he doesn’t mind! He’ll still of course encourage getting to a toilet or using a bucket nearby. But accidents happen! And that’s ok!

⭒ Chuuya always feels awful when his baby is sick because he can’t help as much as he wants to. Plus making them take medicine? Never a happy baby! So he’d buy lots of apology gifts! Cute snacks, little gear, and new toys! His baby will be so spoiled. If he thinks they need anything then they’ll be getting it! He’s a mafia executive. He’s got plenty of money. He can use like… A couple hundred thousand dollars on his baby right? He’s got billions

⭒ Chuuya would be really good at problem solving! Sore throat? Have some warm milk! Feeling all clogged up? Sit in a steamy room! Not able to keep food down? Try eating more bland things! The bland foods can taste super yucky… But what if he puts it in cute shapes??? Much more appealing!

⭒ No matter what he’s doing of course he’ll be holding his baby! Making snacks? They’re balanced on his hip! Changing their clothes? He’ll sit them right on his lap! Watching a show? He’ll hold them close to his chest! All bundled up safe and warm. Even when they’re asleep! He’ll sit there and hold them tight, playing with their hair and cooing at them until they wake up

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Ta-Dah! So happy I get to not only write headcanons for one of my top 3 BSD characters, but they’re sickness specific headcanons! Perfect vibes for a sick day!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Wibta if I refuse to talk to an alter in a system because I had a weird experience with them?

This is something that happened somewhat recently.

So for background, I (16nb) have been dating my boyfriend (17m) for about two years now, we were introduced by a close friend of mine during covid and got together sometime during the pandemic. Now, my boyfriend is a system, he found out about a year to a year and a half ago (this was during the pandemic, and my sense of time is wonky at the best of times.) Now, this doesn't change anything about him. I still love him just as much and I accept him and have zero problems with this.

The only reason it's relevant is because a couple days ago me, him, and another friend of ours (17f) went to a mini con type of thing, the day was great! Nothing went wrong at all we all had fun. But at the end we were all chatting and someone else was fronting at the time (I'll just call them A) and A isn't... The nicest person to be around? In source they're evil, and I know that source doesn't define an alter and not to judge them based on that, I don't! Just to be clear. But they've always been kinda snappy towards... Everyone, but I didn't think much of it because some people are just like that, y'know.

Another important piece of information is that most of the time me and my boyfriend talk online, we don't go to the same school or work the same job or anything like that so we use discord to talk most of the time, so it's been a few weeks since I've last seen him in person and A had only just formed about a week prior to this (or had just started interacting with others at least.) So, I was talking and I made a little joking comment about someone from A's source that they... I don't think like is the word, more of are slightly obsessed with? I didn't think anything wrong with it (a mix of I've joked about this before while they've been in the front room w/ my bf or even with them in front in call and they never said anything, it was pretty late, and my medicine that keeps me up was starting to wear off which made me tired and my filter drops a lot when I'm tired.) Anyway, I didn't think anything was wrong with it until they grabbed my shoulder super tightly.

I think they might have threatened me but I have not only an extremely low pain tolerance but I just do not remember Anything but the basics of what happened when I get scared or frightened like that (I just do not deal well with being touched without permission and especially grabbed and it sets off my anxiety a Lot.) Luckily nothing else happened, our other friend intervened and A was dragged out of front, my boyfriend was worried for me but I did just shrug it off because we had fun and it was ending so I didn't want to risk the rest of the night being spoiled by me being a little nervous.

I was fine at the end, there wasn't even a bruise or anything.

But, here's where I'm worried I might be the asshole, I get sort of nervous at the idea of talking to A again, and to my knowledge they've been "jailed" in the headspace. But I do get super nervous at the idea of it, and it may just be my anxiety talking but I don't want to seem rude for not talking or interacting with my boyfriend or the rest of his system just because there's someone else that's fronting or co-fronting who I had one bad experience with.

What are these acronyms?

[the-fluff-piece]

hi! i’m the same anon who requested the blood blood fruit with law and yes that was based off my self insert and a devil fruit i thought of, there are other fanon devil fruits that are blood powers but i didn’t steal anyones idea or anything :) so basically a it’s a paramecia type devil fruit and i can manipulate and control my own blood and others. I can turn my body into a thin string of blood to avoid attacks, travel faster or snipe people. My heart pumps more blood than a normal humans would because of my devil fruit.i can make other people’s blood stab them through they’re skin or completely drain them. The more i move around and exercise the stronger i get because my blood circulation increases. It can given me inhuman strength, speed, durability, endurance, stamina, agility and mobility. I can control any blood within a 500 meter radius. I can turn my blood or others into weapons. I have a naturally high pain tolerance due to my devil fruit. I can teleport using blood. I can control any amount of people’s blood as long as your in a 500 meter radius. I can make your blood pressure drop so low you pass out or raise so high you explode. I can make my blood explode telepathically. I can make my blood weapons fly from telekinesis. No matter how much you attack me it only gives me more advantages because you draw blood. I can puppeteer someone using they’re blood. I can attach and detach my limbs by keep a thin string between. I can make my blood extremely poisonous or venomous. I can keep my colleagues from bleeding out. I can turn my limbs into blood weapons. I can shoot blood bullets that can contain either posion or water to kill you or medicine to heal you. (fun fact if you inject water in your veins you’ll unalive) I can stop my opponents heart from pumping blood. I have blood whips. I can make a blood shield. I can make blood wings come out my back. I heal and regenerate faster than a normal human naturally as a plus of my devil fruit. I can extend the range of my kicks using my blood strings.

(omg this so long oops, anyway if you still decide not to write it i don’t mind)

Hello Anon, thanks for your explanation - I hope I got your idea right

It somehow reminds me of the blood magic in "vampire the masquerade" or "Vampyr"- you sure you're not also a vampire?

I hope you like what I've thought of!

Law x blood fruit user headcanon

Law is very practical - he offers you the position of a nurse on his ship. After you blood-kick him into the ocean he rephrases that in a much more respectable way

He's absolutely fascinated with your Power (and soon, you)

since he wants to always protect his crew and advance his technique, you'll spend a lot of time with him in his lab, where he'll study the many different uses he thought of for your power - keeping blood packs fresh for a longer time, faster transfusion, maybe you can even change bloodtypes to make blood more compatible? Cleanse blood?

His intellect is constantly orbiting new ideas, he'll even show up at your door in the middle of the night to ask you questions only a doctor would, using words you don't know

another question on his mind: could he beat you? He proposes a training match. Can his power stop your influence? Do you still have control once he's chopped you up? Who can teleport out of the way faster? And how about he just crushes you under 5 marine ships?

no matter how long you're together, his fascination with you will never stop

he tries to cook a birthday dinner for you - there's this bloodpudding recipe he found...Bepo tries his best to stop him!

Whenever he's injured, you're the first one he turns to, always

Sometimes you catch him as he tries to manipulate blood with his power, but he's not good with liquids

Maybe he wants to open a hospital with you - some day.

[a-cure-for-hysteria]

A RANT ABOUT PARTY DRUGS AND PSYCHIATRIC DRUGS

(Expect little cohesion, don’t want to edit this after writing)

Another thing about medicine (both psychiatric and otherwise) is the lies we - collectively - tell ourselves about them. After seeing Dopesick on HBO, even my most conservatives relatives would agree that it’s “such a shame about that girl” and “who’s to say we wouldn’t end up like that with her life”. Basic empathy - finally - but bear with me.

The characters in Dopesick are pretty much fine until they are so tolerant or have been on Oxy so long that no doctor is willing to prescribe more. Then, they’re off to the streets, doing anything they can for oxy, heroin, later fentanyl. The only thing they had in common was some sort of injury happen to them, and a doctor sponsored by Purdue Pharma.

Personally, I have (due to a long list of diagnoses, of which none have been revoked as I got new ones, for some reason) automatically renewed prescriptions in almost all the drug categories. I have amphetamines, cannabinoids, zolpidem, pregabalin and benzodiazepines. If I ask nicely and have a good reason, I get Oxy too - luckily for me, my body has some sort of allergic reaction to opioids, so addiction is unlikely.

However, my cornucopia of legally prescribed substances is a constant, looming threat to my continued well-being, made even more so by the fact that I need them to survive. I just have to NOT go overboard. Sometimes that’s easy, sometimes it’s hard.

I’m 30-something now. I live a pretty calm life - child free with cats and a loving partner, somewhere in rural Northern Europe. Before that, I partied hard. I’ve tasted all the substances for fun (and later; out of social necessity) and let me tell you - the effect I get from a rail of amphetamine snorted from a CD cover at 02:47 AM on a Wednesday, at a party (three tweakers in a dirty apartment) I’d never attend sober… that clear, ready feeling, it’s the same as what I get from 60 mg of Vyvanse each morning.

“People with real ADHD don’t get high from their meds!” you might say. Your ignorance is forgiven. There is so much we don’t know about the brain, about ADHD (if it’s even ONE thing and not several, if it’s generic or trauma or both) and let me tell you - me being high on my meds IS what makes me do the dishes. Go to work. Remember how my partner feels before I take all the dinner scraps without asking if they’ve eaten. I am high. I have taken speed at parties and I know. Every day, I know.

There is no inherent difference between the speed you do at a party and the speed your doctor gives you. Sometimes prescribed speed is tied up with lysine, making you wait an hour before it kicks. Sometimes you get BAD speed at parties - levoamphetamine and not dextroamphetamine. Sometimes it’s cut with bad stuff. But - it’s the same. It’s the same it’s the same it’s the same.

I am as addicted as the guy living under the bridge. However, I get to call it meds and everyone is so happy about my go-getter attitude at work, and how I am a valuable asset to the company. My partner rejoices upon learning I now do my half of the chores. My mom says I seem happier, more well-adjusted. A friend tells me she considered just leaving me alone because I never seemed to get my shit together, but now my shit IS together. Nice!

I recently upped my dose from 30 to 2 x 30 mg Vyvanse. No problem - it even says so on the prescription that I can. I’ve been taking out two boxes at the pharmacy every month, but haven’t taken the correct dose since I started. I just didn’t need to, except now and then on stressful days. Now I need 60 mg, and it doesn’t even feel like 30 did in the start. What happens when 60 is no longer enough for me to feel the high that allows me to get anything done? And, am I lying to myself? Would 30 have been fine? I need, need, need the clear, ready feeling. And I need to get shit done. I need people to be happy with me.

Yes, that’s it. I need people to be happy around me. Is there a rehab for that?

[nerdgirlnarrates]

So a fun thing that came up in therapy is how I have a lot of trouble believing that I can be in a long-term loving romantic relationship and how that relates to being told over and over that going into medicine would make me difficult to marry. There were other things about me that garnered this criticism (I was a weird kid growing up and had the typical weird kid experiences that make you believe you're unlovable), but it mostly revolved around wanting to go into medicine, and it mostly came from my parents. There was a lot of fretting over how men would struggle with a woman having such a demanding career and how they would be emasculated by my salary, etc. There was also fretting over how I should avoid ambitious men because it would make it even more difficult to balance careers, and this concern usually came with the message that the man's career is more important. Sometimes this was implicit, but sometimes it was explicit: at the beginning of med school, my mom told me I shouldn't date a classmate because "[their] career will come first." I once had a hypothetical discussion with my dad about what I would do if I had a disabled child who needed a parent at home, and his immediate response was "you can't ask a man to quit his job." Never mind the work you put in to your career, how much you like it, how your respective jobs impact household finances--you can't ask a man to quit his job. That's that. I was also asked repeatedly, and not just by my parents, if I would give up my job if my husband asked (no additional context was given, of course). When I said I wouldn't, I was accused of being unwilling to make any sacrifices in a relationship.

In retrospect, I think my parents thought they were preparing me for realistic relationship struggles. Obviously having a demanding job can create tension, and it created tension in their marriage when they both had demanding careers and small children. Ultimately my mom quit her job, for that and other reasons. But I think that decision was also due, in some part, to patriarchal assumptions about who should be at home and whose career matters. That assumption was passed along in the concerns they harbored about my career, and instead of making me feel prepared to deal with relationship stressors, I started believing I couldn't have a career and a marriage. I picked a career.

Medicine is deeply, deeply important to me, and it feels like part of who I am, and I can't imagine giving it up to be more appealing as a wife. I can't stop being someone who loves medicine and work. I don't want to be married for the sake of it or loved halfway; I want to be loved as what I am or I want to be alone. For years, it felt like I couldn't both want things and be married. To be married, I had to be ready to give up everything at the drop of a hat, throw out all my dreams and ambitions if someone asked. The context doesn't matter--I'm the woman, so I'm the one who quits. I'm the one who gives things up.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't stop wanting things: I want to be a physician and teach and work in sexual violence prevention for the rest of my life. I want to paint and write novels. And I don't want to give any of it up unless I absolutely have to. Worse, I want someone to actually like all those things about me rather than simply tolerate them. And I want to be seen as kind and smart and funny and interesting and attractive, and it's just too much. I want too much. I just don't think it's possible to want this much from life and from a partner. I've had some people tell me that what I want is fine and realistic, and I don't really believe them.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

So I had a conversation with @acourtofsnakes this morning about clones. We love clones and we somehow got into the subject of tickling them and it spawned this hot mess.

How the Clones react if you tickled them:

Hunter: He’d tolerate you jabbing at him first, trying to subtly escape the wiggle of your fingers in his side as he tries to ignore you. But when you catch that spot in his side, just below a rib and under his pectoral he reacts. Grabbed your wrist he’d spin you round, pulling you flush against his chest with a hand around your throat so you couldn’t move. He’d whisper in your ear, making you smile as he ghosts quiet threats over your skin. He doesn’t realise that you do it just to be in this position every time.

Tech: He would protest, asking you to stop or even slap your hand away with a sigh and tut. This clone does not like to be touched but when you catch him unawares one time, he lets out a shout of shock, dropping his tools. Tech is more imposing than he looks, especially when he’s bearing down on you and walking you against a wall. What he doesn’t expect is the soft peck you plant on his lips and melts against you, realising that you’re the only person he can tolerate touching him at all.

Wrecker: Is all about fun. His laughter can be heard from inside the ship while you chase each other outside. He’s the most ticklish and he can’t hide it. Obviously his size and strength goes against you but he’s so gentle when he finally catches up with you, even in the throes of his laughter he still wouldn’t hurt you. Sometimes if he sees you coming with that look in your eye he’ll just plant his hand on your head, stopping you from reaching him not matter how hard you try.

Echo: You would look at Echo, wiggling your fingers and he’d just laugh. Spreading his arms he’d tell you he didn’t think there’d be much of him left to tickle. That he could feel anyway. But still you’d find that spot on his neck, gently tickling until he grins at you and you’d gift him a firm kiss on the cheek.

Crosshair: When this clone sees you coming he fixes you with a pointed glare, a small shake of his head and you know you’re in trouble for even considering it. Most of the time he’d let you go, but every once in a while he’d get up and chase you. He would easily overpower you, making you shriek and give you a heavy dose of your own medicine.

Rex: This clone is too stoic, or so you think. It would take ages of you searching and poking for him to even cock an eyebrow at your antics. You’d almost get bored but then he’d flinch subconsciously and you knew you’d have him. Rex would pin your hand behind your back, pulling you against him so he could hide his smile in your neck. Of course then you always knew his weakness and he’d avoid you and those wiggling fingers at all cost.

Fives: This clone loves you touching him. He’d ask for it, whether it be a tickle that makes him belly laugh or a tickle across his scalp that would make him sigh and lean into your touch. He could never get enough, always seeking you out no matter what he mood is in.

I’ve had a request for Wolffe: This clone puts up with your bullshit. He gives you the classic eye roll, barely cracking a smile as you giggle to yourself. Every now and again though he’d let you know when he’s had enough, holding your wrist down and pining you to whatever surface he can find. A wall, a table, a bed 👀 he’d press you against it, enjoying the way your breath hitches as he sweeps a thumb over your throat. “Want to try that properly again, sweetheart?” Yes, you’d whisper. Yes you would.

Not my gifs, credit to all the creators

[dufferpuffer]

No, you are justifying Snape’s actions, you literally said “Severus was absolutely justified to snoop on Remus.”

I understand everything you’re saying, and I don’t think I underestimated the societal biased the text poses. I’m just saying that for even the most ingrained, deep set prejudices, there will be average people who challenge it. Snape had his many reasons to want to dig up dirt on his bullies, and dirt he found. I just don’t think it’s cute to see people justifying instead of condemning the bigoted side of it.

But alas, sometimes every single one of Snape’s action gets distorted into a veiled demonstration of utmost kindness and tolerance.

I’m not at all suggesting if Lupin was ousted as student, he’d be fine because love wins. But just because outrage and revulsion would be the average crowd reaction, doesn’t make it ok.

This can way too easily get mixed with their complicated dynamics in PoA, where yes, a lot (but not all!) of Snape’s unpleasant actions were actually attempts to protect Harry. I’m talking about Snape stalking and planning to oust Remus as a teen.

I don’t find it heroic or justifiable that he’d “snoop on Remus”. If he had sincere concerns about the safety of his peers, he could go to a teacher or the headmaster (he would be disappointed, but it would have been the most direct and earnest way to handle it). Instead, he wanted to use Lupin’s condition to make the point that “they’re not as great as everyone thinks they are”.

Maybe this got out of hand, I do feel like I am stating the obvious: Snape is prejudiced and that is bad. Not everyone is prejudiced even if most people are. We should hold everyone to high standards, not lower it to the average.

As demonstrated by characters much less controversial than Snape, you can be prejudiced and still try to be a good, loving person, like Molly. But she should not be off the hook, and neither should Snape.

“Snape was picking up Lupin’s slack and just dutifully teaching from the curriculum” is also a bit weak, come on. Are we gonna let the man be a petty bitch or what.

From an objective, black-and-white moral viewpoint: Of course Severus is wrong trying to expose Remus. Severus was contextually justified in snooping only in that he believed Remus was a threat… but the belief that Remus was a threat, that he was 'not good' simply because he is a werewolf, is bigoted.

I can condemn the bigotry in that. I LOVE condemning the bigotry in that. My favourite thing is the parallels between Remus' depiction and living with real disability. So much of what he goes through socially and mentally parallel real disabled experience in a way that is shockingly deep for… any media, let alone a children's book series. Being snooped on for your invisible disability, whether that be to find a reason to fire you or make fun of someone walking out a wheelchair... Having laws that don't outright exclude you, but may as well... Feeling like you let people down, especially those who love you, simply for your symptoms... Medicine being degrading and depressing to take - after jumping through hoops to get it… I'm getting off topic.

It's just that the tolerance Severus displays is more notable. I don't blame Ron for treating Remus like an animal. It's bigotry, but what else could he believe in that context? He learns to tolerate and trust. So does Severus. He he tolerates and trusts Remus despite his bigotry and experiences. He has bias against werewolves, hates Lupin - and yet still treats him like a man. Ties him up like a criminal - not kill him like a wolf, even though (based on what he believes is happening) he has every right to. He knows how to. He TAUGHT how to. But he doesn't.

He wanted confirmation Remus was a werewolf when they were kids. He GOT that confirmation, and could have gone public. The marauders were STILL bullying him, doing nothing at all to earn his silence - he could have lashed out, spread rumors and watch society turn on Remus. Yet he didn't. He trusted he wasn't the threat everyone believes werewolves to be.

Not going to the teachers about it was, as I said, petty and irresponsible of him. Teen boy tries to be a big hero, win back his friend, put his bullies in the bin and unmask a monster all by himself… a rather arrogant Scooby-doo plot. Gaining from 'justified' misery, exposing the crooked bully Griffindor Prefect as EVIL when everyone thinks he is great... It's irresponsible for such a serious thing - but there is so much more going on with him than 'he is prejudiced and that is bad.' Like when he took over Lupins class.

I'm not saying he was just innocently and dutifully teaching what the curriculum should have been - you just insinuated he was teaching them how to kill werewolves, as if that isn't plainly written in the textbook. Sirius Black betrayed those who trusted him and killed Lily Evans. Now he is infiltrating the school using secret methods - and his last living friend is wrapping everyone around his hairy little finger like a wolf in sheep's clothing to trust him.

He picked the werewolf section specifically. He taught it intensely, under the guise of them being 'so behind': TWO rolls of parchment, due so soon only Hermione managed it. Not because he was being petty - PoA is probably where he was at his least petty. To him this is an emergency situation, a ticking time bomb nobody else is taking seriously.

+ Petty would have been tampering with Lupin's potion. + Allowing Remus to fuck his own job up by forgetting it... + Refusing to work with him or on his behalf on his bad health days. + It would have been making snide comments about him, likening him to a wolf or asking where he was on the Full Moon. + He could have been making Remus sweat all year. It would have been in character. Instead he has faith in Albus' judgement (while tugging on his sleeve) and lets Remus walk all over him in their verbal fencing. How very odd for Severus to never once snap back...

Yet he doesn't. He tolerates it all, despite Remus never doing a single thing to earn it - and doing everything to earn his scorn.

...

You're saying Snape is wrong for snooping on Remus to out his Lycanthropy to a bigoted society, especially as there are selfish desires behind the action. That despite how difficult it would be to question the bigotry, there are still average people who do - and Snape isn't one of them. He is prejudiced and remains so even in adulthood.

And you are ABSOLUTELY correct. I agree.

I'm saying Snape was contextually justified in most of the actions he took against a perceived (and known) threat. They were not always good actions but they are far more reasonable than most others. He has MORE reasons to be bigoted and yet shows LESS bigotry in his actions than most others.

Snape is a prejudiced person who doesn't try to be good and loving… he just tries to be good. Good enough. He dedicates his entire life to be good. To do the right things, even when he personally disagrees with them, even when its like sandpaper against his skin to put up with. He just doesn't do it lovingly.

That, I think, is the biggest issue people who dislike Snape have. Why they see people saying he did good as trying to distort him, claiming he is kind when he is obviously an asshole: He doesn't always do things well. He almost always has some sort of petty, arrogant prejudice behind his actions. He is a sour, prickly, nasty bitch... but he is still STRIVING to do whats right. Doing the right thing when it is hard, directly in the face of his own biases... that's pretty cool. Remus thinks so too.

"...Severus made the Wolfsbane Potion for me every month, made it perfectly, so that I did not have to suffer as I usually do at the full moon. ...We both know he wanted my job, but he could have wreaked much worse damage on me by tampering with the potion. He kept me healthy. I must be grateful.” “Maybe he didn’t dare mess with the potion with Dumbledore watching him!” said Harry. “You are determined to hate him, Harry,” said Lupin with a faint smile.

[atuats-sidechick]

Helloooo to you too :)

3, 4 and 20 (would she had any?🤔) for Atuat?

24 and 30 for Hei-ran?

OOH YAY I'm excited hehe Thank you for the ask!

A, 3: AAARGH I WROTE THIS AND IT DIDN'T SAVE So, ok, I headcanon that homesexuality btw women, even women married to men, was tolerated in the NWT b4 the war. I usually imagine that Atuat was married, but it was like a lavander marriage, and her husband had other wives and she had her partners. So she was generally happy romantically and sexually, but she chose to leave with Hei-Ran bc she wanted to travel and live adventures and do research. She *was* in love with HR, but HR was so exciting too and she was in love with that as well.

A, 4: I think this one sums up her personality pretty well, hehe:

A, 20: Hmnnn I think she has a good amount of small and medium scars on her hands, mostly from working with tough materials, sewing tents and clothes, etc. She has some scars from hunting when she was a teen and young adult (she likes adventure and she's bossy as hell, so ofc she broke the rules and went on hunting excursions with the men and boys) and some burns from cooking and brewing medicines. They're all shallow scars, though, bc there was always a healer around (usually her).

HR, 24: Hmnnn besides getting killed? Ok, so, personally, I think I'd be most annoyed by her drive to always control the conversation. Even when she's not manipulating anyone or plotting anything, she's always playing 5d chess, and it's not even on purpose anymore.

I think what Atuat would think HR's most annoying habit is working herself to exhaustion.

HR, 30: She wakes up with the sun or earlier, ofc. I think she goes to bed at different times depending on what is going on. She certainly loses some sleep over Rangi's, Kyoshi's, and Zoryu's shenanigans (he's like a son to her, ok, don't at me/j).

She has the longest skin and hair care routine b4 bed (no details, bc I'd need to do research LOL) and when she has the time, she stretches for like an hour b4 doing anything else. She does a bunch of routines everyday, everything always in the same order. Girl is methodical! Atuat thinks it's endearing (if sometimes annoying).

These were so much fun!!! Ty <3

[anxiouscowboy]

How the Trio would take care of you when you're sick/injured

They're nursing you back to health, not because they care about you (they totally don't, wink wink) but because you have information they need and if you die, well, they're out of some sweet, sweet money.

Blondie

Oh boy, here he goes again.

Nurse mode activated.

For someone who makes a living off of violence, he's one tender SOB.

Like...

He dips a washcloth in cool water and places it on your forehead to give you some relief from your fever.

Because he remembers how nice it felt when the brothers did the same thing for him when he was on death's door.

It's new to him---relating to someone.

It's for that very reason that he gives you an extra pillow.

And pulls your blanket up when you start to shiver.

And makes sure to lift your head when it's time to give you your medicine.

He dresses your wounds with care, having dressed many of his own.

He sleeps in the chair in your room in case you stir...after all, you might mumble something about the money in your sleep...he wouldn't want to miss that.

Totally not because he's worried about you or anything.

One morning you wake up with your fever completely gone, your pain a hell of a lot more manageable, and Blondie's nowhere to be seen.

He's left you enough medicine to get you to the next town and a bottle of whisky.

You wonder if you talked in your sleep or if he's just giving you some time to breathe.

Either way, you're screwed. Eternally grateful, but undoubtedly screwed. <3

Angel Eyes

Oh, he hates you.

At least before, you were a formidable enemy, someone he could respect and even tolerate but now?

You're lying there half-dead and helpless and it's pathetic.

He can't get an ounce of information out of you like this!

How dare someone else (nearly) mortally wound you? That's his job!

He kind of sulks about it honestly.

He only knows how to hurt people, he's never had to heal one before.

But he has to, so he does, and as with all of his "jobs", he sees this one through.

He actually turns out to be an incredible doctor!?

Granted, one with sociopathic tendencies, BUT STILL!

He has you on a strict schedule and gives you your medicine and changes your bandages day and night without fail.

He sends some of his cronies into town to get new supplies whenever he runs out.

When your fever breaks and you wake up to see Angel Eyes standing over you, you're understandably terrified.

But he's just kind of like "welcome back loser" (in other words) and leaves you be for the time being.

He tries to act like nothing happened but you know he saved your life and he knows you know.

So you both go back to trying to kill each other. <3

Tuco

Tuco is many things, but a doctor is not one of them.

That being said, he's nothing if not resourceful.

Up until now, you've been Tuco's map and confidant and there's no way he's letting your sorry ass die on him now.

So he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.

He gathers wild herbs and grinds them into a poultice like once saw Pablo do.

He gives you sips of water from his canteen as well as whiskey for the pain.

He talks to you the entire time, telling you long-winded stories of his former misdemeanors misadventures.

Sometimes he's cussing you out for being so careless and getting yourself hurt, sometimes he's praying to the Lord to heal you.

But talking isn't nearly as fun without you telling him to shut up, so after a few days of this, he goes quiet.

At first he thinks only of the gold and what he'll do with it when the two of you finally dig it up.

Delicious food, good strong whiskey, new boots, a new hat, shiny new pistols, beautiful women...

And then he thinks about his mother and father and the little house he grew up in, about the Mission of San Antonio, about Pablo and what he's doing now.

He wonders if you have any family.

He wonders why he never asked.

He impatiently waits for your condition to improve so that he can beat the shit out of you.

When your fever finally breaks, he's there by your side, smiling infuriatingly at you.

You're not sure if you should punch him or thank him for saving your life, so you do both. <3

[kuromipuzzles2000]

Alternative Fun Gang facts

Noelle and Trivia shares the same I.Q level and the same shyness

Berdly and Noelle didn't experience the dark world on their teenages, like on canon deltarune, they experienced it on work

Berdly and Noelle are adults but dressed the same as their teenager selves

Trivia's brother in law hired Strawberry, Noelle and Berdly for his own petition, because they specially Strawberry was needed

Strawberry's relationship with SMGS is like Ralsei and Susie, Berdly sees SMGS as a mutation and try to "save" Trivia from her and Noelle always remember Susie as she sees SMGS

Noelle is dating Susie, how she did such an labor? who knows but she got to date the girl of her dreams

Trivia and Strawberry are like Berdly and Noelle, Just that Strawberry is more reserved than Berdly and actually wants protect and make his best friend feel safe and happy

they studied different things (Strawberry studied Medicine for humans and pets and Trivia studied technology apart of various other courses online) but they got to known each other thanks because of the student show off projects, and since then they had become best friends

Strawberry, Berdly and Noelle watched Trivia on his old body, they thought he was better on that old body since he could express better but they respect the body change

Strawberry is a survivor of the 0 invasion, he never got his soul taken by 0, and he actually doesn't live on the blooper village (where other mario recolors are)

both are Mario fans, but Trivia is more Mario fan than him

Since Noelle is with Susie, Berdly now just is in a trance with Trivia, he calls him "Tricia" from Patricia (lol) and just thinks he's pretending be a boy when he's a girl (and i mean, he's right Trivia born as a girl but now he indentifies himself as a he)

Berdly try to win his heart but Trivia is just indifferent and kinda is annoyed always Berdly start with his flirting session

Noelle try to give him patience with Berdly, and just for her, he tries to tolerate Berdly even if sometimes he can't hold it anymore and yell at him-

Strawberry was a very good friend with Berdly but since he started get that close to Trivia he kinda started to dislike him and just tries to protect Trivia's innocence from Berdly lol

Berdly and Strawberry shares the same I.Q level, Strawberry a bit more intelligent than Berdly, but they all in general are "the nerds" (nickname by the whole school when they was on school)

in the dark world SMGS is the most dumb of the whole gang, being very impulsive and she often gets the gang on troubles-

SMGS is a Princess, and she is treated like that...she alone sealed fountains with the power of a stealed soul (Kris' soul-) she has a room for everyone

Trivia, Strawberry, Noelle and Berdly goes to the dark world just to have fun after work or for chill...even sometimes they just no go to work and go to chill with SMGS instead lol

SMGS loves have those nerds by her side, she is the rude of the team but she couldn't love it more, she even loves to have fun with Berdly the second one that fight well

on the school the was called "the nerds" but even if the 3 of them hate to admit and recognize, Berdly stepped in and always had a come back to shut up the whole school

Strawberry always see for the health of his friends, since welp he studied medicine

on work they all have almost the same uniform but personalized (Trivia's work attire but different tho) expect for Noelle that she wear a thin bow and skirt

[anubismagic]

It’s a slow day on base, and so Drift is taking the opportunity to do some more formal training with Jetstorm and Slipstream. Grimlock, easily bored, decides he wants to join in. Drift is slightly irritated by this, but he agrees. They move into some self-defense, mainly how to throw off someone bigger than you. So to demonstrate, he has Grimlock trap him in one of his infamous bear hugs and then works on breaking his grip in record time and escaping. "It's easier to use the others' strength against them.. or even hitting to weak areas.." Drift explained.

Grimlock is a very good self-defense partner. He’s focused for the most part and does what Drift tells him to do so he can show the minicons how to escape. But as time goes on, he starts to get a little bored and deviate ever so slightly. It’s good for the minicons to see alternate ways out, right? But his hand slips, and he squeezes to try and keep Drift from escaping, and the warrior flinches. Of course, Grimlock gets very concerned that he hurt him. He’s strong and doesn’t exactly know his own strength sometimes. "Are you okay? Did I squeeze too hard?" Grimlock asked, worriedly, but Drift keeps insisting he’s fine and trying to go on with the lesson, so Grimlock squeezes again to try and see if he’s hurt or dented or anything, and Drift flinches again. But this time, Grimlock thinks he sees a ghost of a smile.

So he wraps Drift up in another bear hug and is doing his absolute best to contain him, and starts telling the minicons about this one time where he was possessed by a really tiny minicon and how the others got said minicon out, "Yeah, I had to fight the others, but they svaed me, if course! Let me show you how." And in said process, starts tickling Drift. It’s easiest to target his sides and stomach because they’re less plated, and if he lets go, even a little Drift will 100% escape. Now, Drift is a hardened warrior, so it’s not too easy to crack him. He kicks and fights and is hardly even smiling, but the longer Grimlock tickles him for the weaker he gets and the more his tough façade starts to crack.

Finally, Grim manages to really get his claws into a ticklish seam, and Drift bursts into laughter, "Haaha- haahaa! Grihihimlock, heheha!" Drift barked laughing. He was going to kill Grimlockfor this. Jetstorm and Slipstream are thrilled! They’ve never seen their teacher laugh before, or at least not like this. Grimlock is happy that Drift is happy and naturally starts being more playful and teasing him about how ticklish he is. "Come on, teamie! Laughing is the best medicine, I think." Grimlock teased. Drift tries to enlist his students’ help, but they’re too busy enjoying his happiness to save him. Grimlock manages to get them both on the ground without Drift escaping, "Got ya now!" Grimlock smirked. Now, he can use his size and weight to pin him down and tickle him everywhere, "Ahahaah- hnhaaha!" Drift snickered. Through guessing, he figures out that Drift’s stomach and sides are really bad, so he focuses there and insists Drift "Call him uncle!" to make it stop (he saw it on human TV!)

Now, Drift isn’t going to give up that easy! He has a high tolerance for a lot of things, and this is kind of fun, so he tries to resist or escape, but Grimlock is stronger, and he’s weakened by the tickling. But it’s not until Jetstorm and Slipstream give it a try. "Try here!" Jetstorm smiled, wiggling his fingers to his master neck, "Clever, Jetstorm." Slipstream smiled. They mainly tickled his neck and audio that he finally gave in. (It’s because that makes him giggle, but shh don’t tell anyone.) "Ahahalright-!" Dirft tapped out. Grimlock checks to make sure he’s okay and then offers him a hand up. Drift accepts it. "I'll get you for this.." He declared that the next lesson would be about how to take revenge in a proper fashion, Grimlock just smiled faintly. He knew what would come when the Decepticon alarm went off. He’ll have to get revenge later.