#sorry i'm so hyperfocused on her rn

[hyperfixiation-station]

Behind Enemy Lines Pt.2

CW: Detailed description of wounds and torture, talk of derealization, disassociation, medical inaccuracies Summary: You were a friendly medic, captured years ago and held prisoner, forced to do do the bidding of your captors. Years later, a man by the name of Ghost is dragged in and changes the trajectory of your life A/N: I had severe ADHD, and i am unmedicated rn, and it makes it really hard to work on things unless I get the hyperfocused drive for it, so I'm sorry I'm so bad at making the other parts to my fics. Know that I will never abandon them. it just might take me a while. ALSO I CAN'T FIND THE SAME GIF I USED FOR THE LAST ONE IM SO SAD and also this is shorter than the last one.

thanks to @haven247 for being my beta idea playlist part 1

“I'm a medic, please I don't know anything!” wrists strapped, metal on metal, ears ringing

“Stop please I-” touching, pulling, biting

“Im just a medic pl-” it hurts it hurts stop it please

“I don't know anything!” I'm innocent in this

“Please!” just let me die

“Stop it, please!” hurts hurts hurts

God just let me go

Humans are a funny thing. They crave life and living, no matter how awful the circumstance. You thought a lot about the apocalypse shows you used to binge watch, though about how they all fought to survive, even when it would have been better to die. You never really understood them until now. How someone could lose everything, be betrayed and hurt again and again and still want to live. And yet here you are.

Maybe hope if foolish. You'd lost hope for a long time, or at least you'd thought you'd had. But as the soldiers came crashing into your prison, as they held you at gunpoint as you tried to save their friend, you could feel her crawling out of the dark recesses of your heart. Her light was flickering, but there.

Stepping outside almost sends you into shock. The sights, the sounds the smells, everything just came rushing at you like a freight train. For so long you'd been floating in some half-aware state, the world around you muted and dull, and to have it crash back in like this was startling, to say the least. You would have fallen if not for the dark-skinned soldier holding your arm in a vice-like grip.

You can hear gunfire and screaming, so loud it almost made your ears hurt. Smell the smoke and the burning rubber. Feel the wind in your tangled hair and the blood slicking your hands. The blood. It is hot and slippery, coating your hands and soaking into your ratty t-shirt. You can hear Ghost's rattling, wet breaths, smell the metallic scent of his blood, feel the way his meat, his muscles and fat, brushed against your hand as you kept him from bleeding out, can feel his organs pressing against your fingers with each shuddering breath he takes.

Oddly enough, these sensation help ground you. They were things you knew, feeling you had grown accustomed to since your first day in med school.

You reach a helicopter, the rotors already spinning. Its a bit of a struggle to get in while making sure you don't let go of Ghost, but you manage. The soldiers carrying him place him on a row of seats, and you kneel down next to his body, hand still firmly holding gauze in place.

It wasn't doing much good, but it's not like you could tell anyone.

"Help him." The soldier with the mustache orders the moment you're in the air. He thrusts a med-kit at you, and the dark-skinned soldier opens it for you, showing you the contents.

They don't give you much to work with. Some gauze, a needle and thread, bandages, and a lighter. Rudimentary supplies. But hey, you've done more with less. Probably.

Your free hand drifts to the lighter, a distant memory of a soldier and a gunshot wound in a similar area flashing through your mind. It's not quite the same, more than just an artery nicked this time, but cauterization is all you can really do.

You grab the lighter, flicking it on and holding to his body. a hand closes like vice around your wrist, yanking your hand away.

"What the 'ell are ye doin'" A man with a Scottish accent practically snarls at you. You whine in response, tugging your arm uselessly.

"Soap." The mustache man says sharply, "Let 'em work."

"Sir-"

"Let them go." Your wrist drops, and you fumble with the lighter before holding the fame to Ghost's skin. You watch in sick fascination as his skin bubbles and burns, the fat and muscles shrinking away under the flame, the blood vessels sealing precariously as the heat sears them shut.

You don't know what effects this will have on his organs, if he'll be able to function the same way again. But you have to keep him alive. You look at his pale face, watch the way his chest shudders with every breath.

God you hope he makes it.

~line break~

They don't let you was before throwing you in a cell. Okay, maybe they didn't throw you, but regardless, you were still cuffed to a table with Ghost's blood crusted to your skin. It was gross. And cruel. They had stripped you away the second you reached the infirmary, not letting you see what was going to happen to your patient.

The door swings open and you flinch, looking up at the soldier that comes in with eyes. Its the man from the helicopter. Soap, you think his name is.

"Yer lucky the medics sayd he'll live." He says, his voice distinctly Scottish. He stalks towards you, sitting on the table on your left side.

" 've been instructed tae question ye, but first we ha'e tae git a look at yer face." He reaches for your mask, tugging it off your ear. All he succeeds in doing is pulling your head forward.

The mask is secured behind your head with a metal clasp, and could only be opened with a specific key, ensuring you couldn't take it off. You had tried, at first, to pull the stitches out, and this was the solution. You can't pull out stiches if you can't touch your mouth.

Soaps brow furrows, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. HE grimaces as he touches your hair, finally just pulling a knife out of his pocket. You tense automatically, squirming away as he brings it closer to you.

"Oh for fu- hold still!" He grasps your head, sliding the knife through the cloth by your ear. The mask falls away, leaving your face exposed

"Lets see what we're-" He freezes, the knife dropping to the floor with a clatter as he sees the mess that is your face. Your lips are sewn together, and the skin of your cheeks is red and raw from the tape that holds your feedign tube on.

"Oh shit." the blood drains from his face, his hand fumbling for the comm unit on his vest.

"Cap? Yeah, we've got a problem."

A/N: Okay, i'm not sure I like the second half, but here it is! Part 3 will have more Ghost/medic interaction :) tags: I definitely didn't get them all, I'm sorry there was just so many of you @smile6890 @cricricorner @unclearblur @redzluvvesage @just-a-harmless-potato-05  @vesna-the-spring @princess312 @norsehorseofcourse-blog @bonniperinktrance @soggywafflezz  @littlebunie @sirbonesly @havoc973 @mommymilkers0526 @thegreyjoyed @pinkiliciousgunp0int @poopoobuttsy @darcellethedreamer @kamote-kuneho @z-wantstowrite @i-ate-ur-fries @fakeguysarehot @shitrandom @yunho-leeknow @idontreallyexistyet 

[iceclew]

Fucking finally ._.

I kind of...didn't really know what to tell about Kikoru...maybe I shouldn't have watched TV while finishing up her ref sheet.. too much of a distraction.. But I like her design! Obviously heavily Ciri inspired. Come to think of it, I should have drawn more interaction with the other members....

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This redrawn Hoshina ref sheet sat on my PC for like weeks now.. Don't ask me why, but somehow I felt the need to wait for another character to be finished before I could publish his new design. But I couldn't take his first armour design any longer.. aand I drew him shirtless again... backside... again.. I get it, I'm weird for him, so what..

I'm sorry, I can't help it, he's forcing himself up the priority list every fucking time...... But don't worry, guilt level is rising, I will get to my other stuff as well, right after I finished another smth I just happened to start yesterday and am hyperfocusing like mad rn *nervous laugh*

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Kikoru's Ref sheet:

*heiress of the throne of Ariake

*after her mother's death the relationship with her father grew colder

*She left to become a huntress of her own

*enourmous magical powers like the rest of her royal family

*She joined Narumi's hunters party after they met in a fight against marauders - and she loves to tease them a lot (Narumi and the others, also/especially Kafka too)

Hoshina's Ref sheet:

*light outfit to be more agile and faster while fighting

*leads a hunters party with ~ 100 people/members

Hoshina: I'll give it to ya you got quite the strong magical rooting. But the key to success in sword art is the implementations thus following execution, which is yet to be refined in your personal style."

Narumi: Omfg, Hoshina, stop the blabbering lessons already, I swear it's even worse then your hits."

Kikoru: *ignoring Narumi completely* Thank you for the advice, Sir!!!

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Hunter: Captain, there are raiders outside the camp!!

Hoshina: -.- Will'ya give me a second, I'mma be right there!

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Hoshina: ..yeah, could ya stop that... I'd like to keep that book in one.... non-soggy piece.. (to whoever it apparently bathing with him and behaving like a goofball c: ...)

[pitlanepeach]

hi! reading the small crumbs of the max fic I actually had a question.

you mentioned a crossover for Francesca and Amelia but in From Eden there were hints of Francesca's bestie Katie being with Max and from what I can tell Max's fic oc is not Katie so I was just wondering about that, is it going to be different universes for the fics? like is the crossover just for funsies and not like within the same universe?

I focus a ton on details so I'm sorry if it was just a fun detail and I hyperfocused on it😭

Me hiding behind my hands rn.

I am probably going to leave Katie’s character to exist exclusively in From Eden (I just didn’t connect with her character the same way I have with Francesca + Amelia) so if we could all pretend that the Max/Katie crumbs didn’t exist (so that I can bring Francesca into the multiverse at some point in the future) that would be great!

I’m annoying, I know. Sorry😭

[finaldawn]

god midna is ... so fucking sad throughout the entire 2nd half of twilight princess.

like, yes, it is a good thing that the harsh and cruel exterior she put up falls away, and that she realizes the situation link is in and starts treating him with more patience and sympathy ... but you can also tell the weight of her guilt is crushing her. her anger, her sadness, her lament— it is all so palpable in the way it takes any sense of humor or levity she had before and completely destroys it ( i truly think the only time we really see it again in game before the very end is when she jokes that she put shad off ). where before she would sometimes have a snarky comment, all of her prompted dialogue in the 2nd half is used just to guide or reassure link, and her post - boss and cutscene lines are all her expressing remorse for the state of the world, and hinting to link that the mirror of twilight needs to be destroyed ( and that she herself is going to ).

like !! it's just miserable !! she really spends that whole time feeling fucking awful about zelda's sacrifice, the hardships link has to go through, the subjugation of her people and her abandonment of them, all while knowing in the back of her mind that she's going to destroy the mirror once this is all done and never see the light world or the people in it ever again ! even when she wins she loses !

[with-the-same-tattoos]

omg....farmer ghost psychic vampires????? that sounds sooo coool! you have such great ideas....i love their designs if you ever feel like sharing more info on them pleading emoji but if not thats cool....wow

; v ; t-thank u xoxoxoxoxo ...... i will o e day definetly, I care abt them a lot.... actually, tho it isnt exactly what u asked abt, i thought id combo this w an another ask partially iv got earlier that I'm waiting to draw for, which asked me about my favourite ocs (and why) and even tho u asked just abt the vamps, im just... wholly gonna infodump on u ny faves....... mwssy explanation but lol im djdkdkdkwks I THOUGHT ID SHARE. I am hyperfocusing on slasher & horror stuff at the moment so i havent had much time to think abt these critters, but one day.

N1 baby rn is Sirppi (he/they/she) they're just created during a part of my life with so much hope and love. They are an adventurer, traveler, a map maker & philosopher, a studier of the human condition etc etc... but also deal w major social anxiety and they struggle to open their mouth to speak. They're just endlessly drawn to the ocean, to sail and go. They also have a big dog called Cupid :) they are like a ghibli inspired themes collection and i LOVE THEM.

Beau (she/her), idk just my hottest character, shes pretty well rounded and barely has any story bc shes like content which, doesnt make for a lot of atorytelling but shes like my dream cottagecore autor wife w ducks and dogs

Angel Lust (she/they) just horny. Is. Exists in a state of thirst. Born from the fact that I find horny people the most endearing folks on this earth, theyre cute.

Atlas (she/they), Dalla (she/they) and Jalopeura (they/them) idk some of my alien characters i still have a lor of fondness dor and should redesign

Attilio (he/him), Behemmon (they/them) and Monarda (they/them) idk bonus points to my warm palette kids. Attilio is stupid and Behemmon and Monarda r soft souls.

Anyways again sorry for completely derailibc.... ill technically b posting abt them in the future i think im hardcore stuxl on the slasher fandom bc a)there is so much to explore b) the community is so nice but i do have my own projects w long histories and i apprechiatw any bit of interest it rly warms m hwary :'))) 💖💖💞💕💟💖