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[gamergirl929]

Going Under the Knife (Emily Sonnett x Kelley O'Hara x Reader)

You knew surgery was a big deal, which is why you'd did your best to hide it from your teammates, particularly Emily Sonnett and Kelley O'Hara, two women who were currently dating and two women you were desperately in love with. However, a single phone call draws them to the hospital, and to your bedside, where everything changes.

Your heart clenched roughly in your chest, your anxiety spiking as the IV punctured your skin, resting within a vein that would be used to lull you to sleep so the surgery could begin.  

You knew your teammates would be livid when they realized you’d hidden your injury from them, but if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was to be fussed over.  

You’d assured them time and time again that the slight limp you developed after a rough tackle during the World Cup was nothing to worry about, that the grimace on your face when you walked was nothing, and that the groan when you pulled your cleat off was in relief and not excruciating pain.  

You stare at the white ceiling above you, glancing at the empty seat resting at your bedside.  

You knew you should’ve told someone, anyone, that you were about to face a four-hour surgery, but again, you didn’t want to be fretted over.  

Despite that, you knew you should’ve told THEM specifically, knowing that once they found out you were in the hospital and hadn’t told them, they would be far from happy.  

Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett had been dating for well over a year and considering this had been the first actual holiday they had together, you didn’t want to intrude on that.  

Your heart again clenches in your chest, the surgery the furthest thing from your mind when you think about the couple.  

It didn’t take long for feelings to develop between you and the couple, the light caresses, and the flirty retorts making you fall harder and harder for the pair.  

No matter how hard you fell, you knew that they would never be interested in you, how could they when they already had each other? 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of a clearing throat, your eyes widening when you see your doctor standing before you, the man wearing blue scrubs. 

“Are you ready Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks and you inhale deeply, your eyes fluttering shut as you nod reluctantly. 

“I’m ready.”  

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Alex Morgan rolled her eyes playfully as Servando chased her daughter around the living room, Charlie giggling wildly as he caught her, swinging her up into the air and kissing her face over and over again.  

Alex’s brows furrow when her phone, which was resting on the counter begins to ring, the woman making her way across the room to pick it up. 

She hums at the sight of the unknown number stretched across the screen, a number starting with, what she knew, was the area code for Seattle, Washington.  

She clears her throat before answering, ducking into the kitchen to escape the noisy living room.  

“Hello?” She asks.  

“Is this Alex Morgan?” The woman on the other end of the phone clearing her throat.  

“Ye-Yes, this is her.”  

“Hello Ms. Morgan, this is UV Medical Center, calling in regards to a patient of ours, Y/N...”  

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Considering you spent your early years on the Orlando Pride alongside Alex Morgan, she almost immediately took you under her wing, the woman becoming not only a mentor to you, but something akin to an older sister.

It was soon after that, that she became your emergency contact, the woman the only one you trusted to handle an emergency.  

Thankfully for her, she had yet to receive a call concerning your health, unfortunately, this was the day everything changed.  

The second she’d hung up with the receptionist she immediately called the first woman who came to mind, her longtime friend and teammate Kelley O’Hara, who she knew was in Seattle with Emily Sonnett.  

“Hey Al, what’s--”  

“Did you know Y/N was in the hospital?” Alex cuts her off, noting the hitch in Kelley’s breath.  

“N-N-no, what happened?!” She asks anxiously, her voice quivering, her distress alerting the blonde who’d just made her way back from the bedroom and into the living room.  

“What’s wrong?” She asks, Kelley waving a dismissive hand in her direction, the defender listening intently to the woman on the other end of the phone.  

Without warning, Kelley leaps to her feet before rushing towards the door, stuffing her feet in her shoes before grabbing her jacket, the anchor holding her into place being Emily Sonnett, the woman’s hands resting on her back.  

“Kel, what’s wrong?” She asks nervously, the woman turning towards her, her brown orbs wide.  

“Y/N’s in the hospital, we have to go.”  

And with that Emily too begins rushing to grab her things, the pair slamming the apartment door shut behind them as they rush to UV Medical Center, and to your side. 

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Despite the fact that UV Medical Center was MASSIVE it didn’t take them long at all to find where you were, Kelley rattling off what Alex had relayed to her on the car ride to the hospital.  

You’d gone under the knife for ankle surgery over 5 hours ago, the extent of the injury you’d entered surgery for becoming much more prominent the deeper the doctor’s dug beneath your skin, which eventually resulted in a call to your emergency contact, that being, Alex Morgan.  

“While we’re here, we’re getting added to the Emergency Contact list.” Kelley had mumbled as they rushed through the hospital towards the waiting area outside of the surgery suite you were currently located in.  

Seemingly, the receptionist knew who they were, considering the second they spoke their names, she’d waved someone over, that someone leading them out of the waiting room towards a nearby elevator.  

“The surgery went on longer than we expected, there was more damage to the ankle than we anticipated.” He explains as the elevator doors slide shut.  

“Is she awake?” Emily asks, the man shaking his head.  

“We had to increase the amount of anesthesia we used, so we’re having a hard time getting her to wake up.”  

Kelley turns to Emily nervously; the nervousness Kelley is feeling conveyed right back at her from Emily’s hazel orbs.  

“Do you know how long it’ll take for her to wake up?” Kelley asks, her fingers tangling with Emily’s, the blonde giving her hand a squeeze.  

“We don’t know.”  

The second the elevator door opens the man is leading them down the hall and into a nearby room, that turns out to be a secluded waiting room, offering the pair privacy.  

“We’ll inform you immediately when she wakes up and leaves the recovery room.” He smiles softly, leaving the pair in the empty room, a TV hanging in the corner playing softly as the pair sit side by side on a small couch.  

"Do you think she’ll be okay?” Emily whispers, resting her head on Kelley’s shoulder, the woman taking her hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“She will be.” She whispers, unwilling to put her anxiety and worriedness into words, choosing to remain hopeful for the sake of the blonde beside her.  

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As the time ticked away, the anxiety and fear within both women began to grow, and after an hour had passed, that anxiety was near teeming over, that was until the door clicked open softly, the man from earlier giving them a small smile.  

“Ms. Y/L/N is in her room; I’ll take you to her.” He smiles, the pair jumping to their feet and rushing down the hall behind him.  

“She may be in and out, she’ll DEFINITELY be groggy thanks to her pain medication, but she’ll be back to herself in no time.”  

It doesn’t take long for the pair to be ushered into a room, the two immediately zeroing in on your ankle, which hangs well above you, your ankle wrapped tightly in bandages.  

Kelley glances at Emily, seeing her own concern written on her face, the two slowly making their way hand in hand to your bedside.  

A soft whine draws their attention to your face, your face which is currently scrunched up as you tiredly survey your surroundings before your eyes again flutter shut.  

Silently, the doctor makes his way out of the room, the door clicking shut softly behind him, the three of you now left in complete silence.  

You hum, turning towards the two, your eyes remaining shut before you peek between your eyelids. 

“They must’ve really given me the good shit if I’m hallucinating.” Your tired eyes darting from Kelley to Emily and back.  

“I’ll call and tell you guys later.” You whisper tiredly, your eyes fluttering back shut.  

“You don’t have to tell us anything Y/N, we’re right here.” Emily says, giving your hand a squeeze.  

“Alex called us.” Kelley says, shaking her head when you start to sit up.  

“Well, I better call her back then.” You grumble, glancing around the room, your eyes still shut as you search for your phone.  

“Sit still Y/N.” Kelley whispers, placing her hand on your shoulder to hold you in place.  

“But I have to call Alex, she called me.” You mumble, completely unaware that the woman had indeed NOT called you.  

“No Y/N, she called us.” Emily says, unable to bite back a smile when you turn to her in confusion.  

“She called me, she didn’t call you, you’re not real.” You slur, the older defender on the opposite side of the bed cupping your cheek.  

“But we are real.”  

You shake your head.  

“No, Kelley and Emily are on holiday together, because they love each other, not me, they wouldn’t come visit me.”  

Kelley and Emily share a glance, Emily tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  

“What do you mean Y/N?” She asks softly and you growl.  

“Just what I said, they don’t love me, not like I love them.”  

The pair stiffen, hearts stalling in their chests as the stare at one another in not only shock, but elation.

“What do-- 

Kelley’s cut off by a loud snore, the pair turning their attention back to you, realizing you’re again fast asleep.  

Kelley gently caresses your cheek as Emily runs her fingers through your hair.  

“Looks like we have a lot to talk about when you wake up, huh?” She whispers, ducking down to kiss your temple, Emily following suit moments later.

The blonde reaches across the bed, covering Kelley’s hand with her own, the pair sharing soft smiles before turning back to your sleeping form.  

It didn’t take a genius to see that Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett were absolutely smitten with Y/N Y/L/N, the moment they met.  

The pair had been fearful when it came to their feelings for you, fearful it may end their relationship, but when they came to the realization that they both felt the same way about you, both had attempted to pursue you, something you were unfortunately not aware of.  

However, with the sudden realization that you too felt the same, they knew everything was about to change.  

“Do you think she meant it?” Emily whispers and Kelley smiles, glancing across the room at your sleeping form.  

“I think she did, high mouths speak sober thoughts. I guess we’ll just have to ask her when she wakes up.” Kelley smiles, turning abruptly towards Emily when she sniffles.  

“What if she didn’t mean it?” She asks, voice barely above a whisper.  

Kelley cups her cheeks, resting for forehead against the younger woman’s before she presses a kiss to her lips.  

“We’ll just cross that bridge if we come to it, okay?” She whispers, and Emily nods, the blonde unable to bite back a smile when Kelley kisses the tip of her nose.  

“Okay.”  

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It’s well into the afternoon that you begin to stir, pulling Kelley and Emily’s attention away from one another and onto you, the two leaning forwards in their seats, which they’d taken residence in beside your bed.  

Your eyes crack open, your teeth clenching in pain, the overhead lights making your head throb.  

Despite that, you keep them open, Y/E/C orbs darting from Kelley, to Emily and back.  

“Wh-What are you guys doing here?” You ask, your voice rough and raw.  

Kelley grabs a nearby cup and holds in to your lips, letting you take a greedy sip before she speaks.  

“Alex called us.”  

Your brows furrow.  

“Alex?”  

Kelley nods.  

“The hospital called her, they found more damage to your ankle then they first thought, they wanted permission to continue the surgery.”  

You hum, glancing sadly at your ankle, which is still hanging high off the bed.  

“Looks like you’re going to have a lot of down time.” Emily smiles sadly, caressing the back of your hand, causing your cheeks to flush.  

“Yeahhhh...” You sigh, leaning back, your eyes fluttering shut as your head rests against the pillow behind you.  

“Why didn’t you tell us Y/N?” Kelley asks and you sigh.  

“I didn’t want you guys to worry, I knew you planned on spending the holidays together, and I didn’t want to ruin it.”  

Emily scoffs.  

“You could NEVER ruin our holiday, honestly, we were going to come see you anyway.”  

Kelley’s hand rests on top of yours and Emily’s.  

“We really wanted you to be a part of it.”  

Your eyes double in size, your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you glance down at your joined hands, your cheeks flushing.  

“You had some things to say when we got here...” Kelley starts, and your brows furrow.  

“I-I did?” You stammer and she nods.  

“You did.”  

You swallow roughly, your heart racing wildly in your chest, the thought you may have confessed your feelings making your palms go clammy.  

“Wh-Wh-What did I say?” You stutter, eyeing your blankets nervously.  

“Well, you didn’t think we were real.” Emily smiles and you chuckle, shaking your head.  

“What else did I do?” You ask Emily and Kelley sharing a glance, which goes unnoticed by you.  

Kelley clears her throat.  

“You said we didn’t love you.” She whispers, your head snapping upwards, your eyes locking with her dark brown orbs.  

“Wh-What...?” You stutter, sliding your hand out from beneath there’s only for Kelley to catch your hand before you can rest it in your lap.  

“You said we didn’t love you, like you loved us.”  

You mouth falls open, your eyes darting between the two women as your cheeks redden, the tips of your ears beginning to burn as your gaze falls to your lap, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.  

“I-I-I'm so sorry... Y-You weren’t supposed to find out... I-I-I... I mean...” You mumble, unable to look at the two women.  

Unbeknownst to you, Kelley glances at Emily, who nods, the woman cupping your cheek before turning you towards her, your eyes glassy as they meet her brown orbs.  

“I don’t know where you got that idea.” She whispers, your eyes widening dramatically when Emily glances at Kelley.  

“What idea?” You ask, your voice quivering, Kelley tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  

“The idea that we don’t love you like we love each other.” 

Your heart stalls in your chest, your eyes darting from brown orbs, to hazel orbs and back, your breath hitching when Kelley’s brown orbs drop to your lips, her tongue running along her lips before she begins leaning in.  

Your breath catches in your throat, the thought that this may still be a hallucination still prominent in your mind, that is until Kelley’s lips meet yours for the first time, her hands gently cupping your cheeks.  

All thoughts of this being a hallucination leave your mind as the woman kisses you softly, your bottom lip trapped between hers as the two of you kiss, parting with much reluctance.  

Kelley’s forehead rests against yours the woman smiling softly.  

Moments later she’s pulling away, her forehead being replaced by Emily’s her hazel orbs locking with yours as she leans in, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips too, meet yours.  

You cup her cheek boldly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you kiss, the woman sighing against your lips.  

Again, you part, the blonde pulling back, only to turn your head, kissing your temple softly, the older of the pair resting her head against your own as well.  

“So, what do you think now?” Kelley whispers and you chuckle.  

“I’m thinking I REALLY hope I’m not still hallucinating.”  

Kelley chuckles as Emily giggles, their laughter contagious despite the pain you’re currently feeling.  

"How can we convince you that this is real?” Kelley asks and you grin.  

“I mean, a few more kisses might help.” You shrug, unable to bite back a grin.  

Kelley and Emily share a glance, the two grinning before Kelley leans back in.  

“I think that can be arranged.”  

[imreadydollparts]

Since we're talking about it again:

I brighten and destain ponies with hydrogen peroxide, not benzoyl peroxide.

Specifically, 40vol hair developer, which is 12% hydrogen peroxide mixed in with some other stuff to make a cream.

Benzoyl peroxide wreaks havoc on MLP vinyl completely bleaching out the colorant and that bleaching effect can transfer from pony to pony.

So far, no one knows how to stop the spread once it's begun.

Don't use benzoyl peroxide based pimple creams on ponies.

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Related:

To brighten, deyellow, and destain My Little Pony, I use a combination of 40vol Cream Developer and heavy UV exposure (The SunBox). This is basic "retrobrighting".

I had someone on Instagram contact me after seeing my refreshing of Blueberry Baskets concerned about how the UV exposure would cause further damage down the line.

This is accurate! Once plastics start destabilizing, they keep on doing it no matter what you do. Retrobrighting isn't a cure for plastic yellowing, it only gives you a little more time.

There have been some blog posts (which I didn't save links to, of course, I never think to) from people that had refreshed old keyboard shells, left them in a closet for a few years, pulled them out again, and they were all yellow again.

As such, I've been checking in on Blueberry Baskets now and then to see how she's looking. It helps that she's a part of my personal collection.

These photos (taken 5/13/2022, 5/29/2022, and 8/13/2023 respectively) are NOT a perfect representation of color because I've changed my photo taking spot's lighting a bit and purchased some color-balance cards since I worked on Blueberry Baskets. It's evident in the softness and lessened saturation of the most recent photo.

You can see that she's a little bit yellow, again.

She's been on display in a basement that does get natural light, which is filtered through white fabric curtains.

[angstyaches]

The Hexagon: Aftermath, Part One

Hexagon Parts 1 - 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

This is a long one (4,000+). It's a lot of general recovery stuff, with a bit of rare Charlie/Ryan interaction.

Also, please note that I am in no way a medical professional (and neither is Ryan).

CW: effects of hunger/exhaustion/dehydration, passing out, slightly medical setting, injury (burns), nausea, mention of emeto, anxiety, refeeding, mention of blood drinking, stomach noises, embarrassment/awkwardness, demonic possession, fear for CT's wellbeing.

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The last stretch of the car ride felt like the longest, and yet Charlie felt stuck in a daze. He couldn’t sleep anymore, no matter how badly he wanted to. What mental energy he had, he was channeling into not crying, not throwing up, not panicking over the sickening fear he felt, that he would suddenly be flung from a dream and back into the forest. Into the hexagon. 

He must have drawn a loud, shaky breath or something, because Shayne tilted his head to try to look at him. 

“You okay?” 

Charli nodded. “I’m...” 

Whatever the end of that sentence was supposed to be, it didn’t make it to his lips. He wasn’t even sure why that was, exactly. He just wanted his bed. He wanted his parents. He wanted to be alone with Shayne so they could cry and process everything at their own speed. 

He most certainly did not want to see Ryan Aldridge waiting in the driveway as Elliott pulled up to the townhouse.

There was no delicate way of putting it; Charlie had never stopped finding Ryan abjectly terrifying. He liked to think he’d done a decent job of acclimatising to a world that consisted of demons, demon eaters, witches, shifters, and vampires, but the most ancient vampire he’d ever met still send tendrils of cold through his body. She never smiled. She never looked angry. She never made any sudden movements. And she had never transitioned away from calling him Mr. Waters. Then again, he’d always been too terrified to ask her to call him anything else, so maybe that one was on him. 

In his fragile state, she was probably the last person he wanted to see right now. 

She was standing in the driveway of the townhouse, holding a black parasol to shield her face from the sun. She was wearing a crisp white pantsuit that washed out her unnaturally pale skin even more. For a woman trying so hard to block out UV rays, she looked like she should have come with her own light sensitivity warning. 

Elliott pulled up the handbrake and whipped off his sunglasses. The engine rumbled down to silence, finishing off with a whine from the air conditioning. Ingrid had been reminding Trevor to get that checked out for months. 

“Oh, god.” Charlie’s breath caught in his throat. “I-I need to tell my car where his dad is.” 

“You... mean your dad where –?” 

“My dad where his c-car is.” 

“Charlie,” Shayne muttered. “I’m sure they’re far more worried about you than the fucking car.” 

Charlie blinked, the movement happening far too slowly. The way Ryan Aldridge would blink. Probably. The thought of his parents worrying about him, unable to contact him, put a surge of panic right into the centre of his chest cavity. The way his mother’s face, her entire being, had collapsed inwards on that night three years ago, when he’d told them what he – 

Charlie jumped. The door next to him had been opened. Switching to autopilot, he slid out of the back seat and promptly forgot how to use his legs. 

Somebody – Shayne? Elliott? Ryan? – grabbed him, to keep him from sagging to the ground. Maybe CT had managed to pull themself together and levitate him. 

CT? he whispered internally, and a cold wave of black swarmed his vision. It seeped into his every thought, his memories of the past few days, flashes of childhood visits to the sea. Bubbles of pressure pushed up against his lungs, inside and out. 

Lights exploded in the darkness. His stomach heaved. 

His mind stretched on and on, and Charlie followed it, until he could feel the demon submerged in that same smothering darkness. They weren’t reaching back towards him. 

Still, Charlie took some semblance of relief in feeling the low, thrumming pressure of them. 

Come back to me, Charlie pleaded. When you’re ready. 

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When he opened his eyes, he was on his back, but not in a pile of pine needles. Not on the concrete driveway in front of the townhouse, either. A white ceiling enclosed the room, where he’d half-expected to see drifting treetops through a purple gloss. 

Charlie savoured it for a few seconds. He had missed being inside. The older he got, the more sure he became that he had been put on this earth to be inside, to be cosy and warm and in soft lighting. 

The lighting here was not soft, though, and Charlie’s eyes protested as he tried to have a look around. 

Some kind of thin, narrow bed was stretched out beneath him, as though he had fallen asleep on an examining table. He could feel that his hoodie and Converse were gone, but his damp, three-day-old jeans and t-shirt still clung to his skin. Nausea rolled over him in cold waves, and he realised he was sweating. Was it always this warm when there was no natural breeze blowing through? 

With the glow of gratitude fading fast, Charlie turned his head. It felt like trying to shove his face through quicksand, but it was worth it. 

A few feet away, a leather chair sat across from the front of a massive, light oak desk. Shayne was standing behind the chair, resting his weight against its back. He was looking down, his eyelids heavy, and was attempting to wrap something around his hand. 

Elliott stood at the other side of the room, by the door, arms crossed, looking off into the middle distance. His aviators hung from the front of his shirt. 

Ryan had shed her parasol and one layer of her white suit. She was organising medical equipment on a plastic trolley. Her wavy white hair had been scraped back into a bulldog clip to keep it from falling into her face. Charlie hadn’t thought it was possible for the woman to look even more severe, but now he missed the softening curls that normally framed her face. 

He didn’t recognise the room, but he assumed it was Ryan office. Shayne had mentioned it to him several times in the past. Aside from books, the only decorations were a couple of deer skulls mounted on stands, and a square wall clock that, Charlie realised as soon as he noticed it, ticked obnoxiously in the quiet. And the walls, the carpet, the bookshelves, almost everything was clean and white. 

Of course it would be, Charlie thought, squinting his eyes to fight off the pulsing headache. 

This was where Shayne had first been medically assessed by Ryan, and where he had finally managed to tell them the truth about Madelyn and his eating issues. It felt a little bit bizarre that Charlie now had his own story to tell about this room. The time they got trapped in the forest and had to be rescued by Elliott. 

Except... They hadn’t been rescued by Elliott, had they? Someone had taken down the wards and allowed them to escape. 

Shayne had never quite explained that one, Charlie realised. Only now did that make Charlie feel a bit uneasy. 

As though he had been thinking the same thing, Shayne’s eyes swiveled anxiously upwards. His gaze softened, though, when he realised that Charlie was awake. He lurched away from the leather chair. 

“Hey, love.” 

“Hey,” Charlie breathed. 

Shayne closed the distance, his wrapped hand gently – messily – pushing Charlie’s hair back from his eyes. Charlie closed his eyes and groaned softly as his forehead was kissed. 

“Are you okay?”  

Before Charlie could respond, Ryan turned towards them. A stethoscope hung from her neck. If she was surprised at Charlie’s departure into consciousness, her face had no intention of showing it. 

“As I have said, Mr. Waters is dehydrated. His body has entered a state of adaptive ketosis. I will continue to monitor his vitals while he rests and is gradually reintroduced to food and fluids.” 

At the mention of food, Charlie felt a strange ripple go through the walls of his stomach. It had to be hunger, and yet there was the slightest tinge of acid in the back of his throat, as though he might be sick as soon as he tried to swallow anything. 

Shayne rolled his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering uneasily. His grip on Charlie’s hand was weak. “Are you okay, love?” he asked again. 

Charlie nodded, though he felt a stuttering echo of that panicked feeling in his chest. Nausea twisted in his stomach, heightened by the white lights. The absence of CT’s voice panged, not just in his head but throughout his body.  

He shifted on his back. 

“Want to sit up?” Shayne asked. 

Charlie nodded again.  

As he moved, he found a drip connected to his arm. His own right hand had also been bandaged, all the way up to the tips of his fingers, where he’d touched the wards and blistered his skin. His movement unsettled a large, white basin that had been lying next to him. Shayne reached out to steady it before it could fall off the – he was literally lying on an examining table.  

Was it normal for Elder vampires to own examining tables? 

A smell suddenly wafted towards Charlie, conjuring up memories of various kitchens throughout his teenage years, all of them different, and yet the hearty aroma of his dad’s chicken casserole was the same in each one. After this, maybe he would study remotely for a few weeks, spend some time with his parents, if they were happy to have him. Maybe ask his dad to teach him his casserole recipe. 

After hearing what Ryan had said about a gradual introduction to food, he had a feeling that what he was smelling now was more likely to be some kind of broth. After almost three days, though, he’d take what he was given. 

“My... my parents.” Stars blinked in and out of his vision as he tried to focus on not letting his head sway back and forth. He mustn’t have done a great job, because Shayne’s bandaged hand came to rest against his cheek, and Charlie inadvertently leaned into it. He rubbed at his eyes, and found tears had gathered there. 

“Miss McDonagh has been tasked with informing Ingrid and Trevor Waters of the situation.” Ryan glanced at her silver watch. The clock face rested on the inside of her wrist. “I should expect she will be speaking with them presently.” 

“Miss McDonagh?” Elliott scoffed. Charlie had almost forgotten he was there. “Odd thing to call your lover, but alright.” 

Ryan ignored him. So did Charlie. He looked at Shayne. “Is that...?” 

“Lucy,” Shayne nodded. 

Charlie exhaled. He didn’t exactly trust this counsellor, who he’d never met, but he trusted Shayne. He swallowed, his throat feeling like grit. 

“Is... she here, at the townhouse?” Shayne was looking at Ryan as she worked. “Does that mean Nancy’s back, too?” 

Ryan pushed the trolley a little closer. The chicken broth smell became stronger. 

“Um.” Shayne reached across himself and held his waist. The gauze on his right hand was already unraveling. “Ryan?” 

“Shayne.” She dismissed him with a calm, fluid shake of her head. “Since you will not allow me to examine you, there is currently no need for you for you to be present.” 

“Wait.” Charlie’s stomach lurched, both at the prospect of being left alone with Ryan, and at what she’d said. He tried to catch Shayne’s eye. “You wouldn’t let her check on you?” 

Shayne scowled. He looked down and rubbed his thumb against Charlie’s wrist, sending tingles across his skin. “I’m fine. You’re the one who collapsed in the driveway. And threw up on your shoes.” 

“I –” Charlie grimaced. He couldn’t remember throwing up, but with the way his tummy had felt after the flat Coke, and the way he felt now, it definitely sounded like something that could have happened. That would explain the basin, too. 

It also spoke volumes that he didn’t even worry about his Converse being ruined. 

“I want to stay with Charlie. I can be useful –” 

“Elliott?” Nothing shifted in Ryan’s expression, and yet Shayne sucked in a breath as though he were being told off. “Would you terribly mind relieving me of this one?” 

As he peeled himself away from the far wall, Elliott looked just as surprised to be summoned as Shayne looked betrayed.  

Ryan picked up a deep, heavy mug from the trolley. Her fingers splayed delicately as she turned to pass it to Elliott. Charlie watched it go and felt his heart drop; rationally, he knew there would be more, and he would never take food away from Shayne, but Charlie’s stomach was starting to cramp up impatiently. It felt less like hunger and more like a burning anxiety over being so empty for so long. 

Ryan took a few more things from the trolley and thrust them towards Elliott. He wrapped a fist around the mug handle, but still managed to make it look precarious. He tucked everything else under his armpit so he could plant a hand on Shayne’s shoulder. 

“Come on.” 

“Really?” Shayne snarled at him. 

“Really.” Elliott directed him towards the door. “Charlie’s in good hands, and those hands will be even better if you’re not in here being a nuisance.” 

“See you later, lovely,” Charlie half-smiled. He hated feeling so helpless to do anything else about the worried look on Shayne’s face. He didn’t realise how pathetic he must have looked, keeping his eyes trained on Shayne’s back, until Elliott had finished herding him out of the room, until the door clicked shut behind them. 

And then, for the first time in his life, he was alone with a vampire. 

“Are you in any pain?” 

Charlie jumped. “I-I’m sorry, what?” 

“Are you in any pain?”  

Was it his imagination, or had she spoken more slowly when she’d repeated herself? Was she being sarcastic? Pointing out that he was a lowly, pathetic human, while she was an all-knowing Elder vampire? Was this a power play? 

“Mr. Waters?” 

Charlie flinched again, his heart stuttering. 

“I apologise for instructing Shayne to leave. I realise how that might be... uncomfortable for you.” 

Guilt seeped into Charlie’s gut. Was it that obvious? 

“In your condition, it is best for both of you to be in calm, quiet environments.” 

“Right. He needs to rest, too,” he said quietly. That was what she was getting at, right? That she was focused on tending to Charlie, but that she also cared for Shayne? She had protected him from Madelyn for this long, after all, and while Shayne was still a walking sack of issues, his mental and physical health had both improved a lot since living with her. 

That’s what you would tell me, isn’t it, CT? You’d be telling me to get over my stupid hang-ups and do what’s best in the moment? 

“Are you in any pain, Mr. Waters?” 

Charlie took a deep breath and nodded. “My hand. My stomach. My head, the... the lights are hurting my eyes.” 

“My apologies again.” Ryan walked stiffly to the door and twisted a dimmer switch. The lights softened all at once, and although his head still ached, the buzzing pressure in Charlie’s eyes eased. He didn’t have to squint anymore. 

“Thank you.” 

She crossed the room again, dipping behind her large desk. As he watched her, Charlie now realised that she had a fridge in the back corner. The door was clear glass, and inside, what looked like tiny bottles of wine sat on a wire shelf. 

Charlie felt his stomach gurgle as he realised that those probably weren’t tiny bottles of wine. He looked away as Ryan reach inside, towards a lower shelf that was blocked from his view anyway. 

“I would like to take your blood pressure now that you are awake.” 

Charlie nodded stiffly, gaze glued to the floor. He glanced to the side, holding perfectly still, as Ryan wheeled over a blood pressure monitor – seriously, who had a blood pressure monitor ready to go at a moment’s notice? – and strapped the reader around his upper arm. He tried to control his breathing as the machine tightened. Would his anxiety mess up the results of this? 

Ryan was suddenly standing directly in front of him, staring down her nose. There was an uncapped bottle of water in her hand. 

“Oh...” Charlie stammered and took the bottle. The condensation immediately started to seep into his bandage, so he passed it into his left hand. “Thank you.” 

“Do not drink too quickly. Your digestive tract will not be capable of processing it yet.” 

Charlie nodded, trying not to think of that quarter-bottle of Coke and how it was now splattered across the Aldridges’ driveway along with his stomach acid. He lifted the bottle to his mouth and swished it lightly. He barely let his lips get wet, despite the clawing dryness in his throat. 

Ryan moved back to his side and unstrapped the blood pressure monitor. Charlie squeezed in a couple more miniscule sips of water, but found himself taking a little more each time. Ryan didn’t share the readings with him. Good. Too much bodily data could make Charlie feel squeamish, and between the hunger-nausea and the chilled cabinet full of what he could only assume was actual human blood, he didn’t need anything else stirring up his stomach. His water was only just starting to settle in, and it would be a shame to lose it all again. 

Ryan unhooked the stethoscope from around her neck. “Please lift your shirt at the back.” 

Charlie fumbled it a bit, with his gauzed hand and his water bottle, but was grateful that Ryan didn’t try to lift it herself. He winced as she pressed the metal chest piece to the centre of his back. 

“Breathe in.” 

Charlie did. He fought the urge to let the breath stutter back out prematurely as water and bile clogged his throat. 

“And out.” 

She asked him to do this several times before moving the stethoscope to his chest. The thought of her listening to the pumping of his heart made Charlie tremble. Was she picturing sucking the blood from his veins like straws? Would she tell him she needed a blood sample for medical reasons, stick him with a needle, and drain him dry before he even realised what was happening? 

Grrrrrroar. 

Charlie’s eyes widened, his hand clenching around his water bottle. By the sounds of it, his stomach was only just becoming aware of its newly-acquired contents. His eyes flicked towards Ryan’s face as she continued listening to his heart. If he had heard his own tummy rumbling, then she had heard it with her vampiric hearing and had most definitely heard it through the stethoscope. Her face didn’t give her away. She hadn’t even flinched, despite how horrifically loud it must have been. She continued listening to his heartbeat, and then swiftly turned, removing her earpieces, to write down the result. 

Something in Charlie’s chest suddenly unclenched. This whole time, he’d thought of Ryan as nothing but a vampire, whereas he should have been thinking of her as a... Well, maybe not a doctor, as he wasn’t sure she had any actual qualifications, but certainly a caregiver.  

She removed the chest piece and stood off to the side again. Charlie allowed himself a couple more sips of water, laying a hand on his stomach to ward off any uneasiness. He could feel his belly churning, but no cramping, which had to be a good sign. 

“You may cover yourself, Mr. Waters.” 

“Charlie,” Charlie said softly. He tugged his t-shirt back into place. 

“Next, I will give you a cup of light broth. It is important that you do not consume it too hastily, or –” 

“I-I know. It could make me sick.” 

Ryan gave a curt nod as she turned towards her trolley. Charlie flushed a little at himself for interrupting, but he was a teacher’s pet at heart and knew deep down he’d never let go of that need to seem like he was paying attention, participating, understanding the assignment.  

He was also dying to get his hands on something warm and nourishing. His mouth, now that he had the barest amount of fluids in his body, watered as he watched Ryan pick up a mug of broth. 

“Is there anything else in particular that is concerning you?” She paused as she handed him the mug, easing the bottle of water from his hand so he could hold it steady. She capped the bottle and turned to leave it on the trolley. 

It took Charlie a minute to answer her question. Maybe two or three. He gently sipped on the broth, and even though he knew he had to take his time, he struggled to keep himself from drinking it any faster. He wondered if he could feel the broth literally warming his insides as it slipped down his throat, or if the relief of finally feeling safe was only just setting into his body. 

He tentatively felt for CT, but still felt no energy coming back from them. 

Charlie lowered the mug to his lap. The light flavour of the broth stuck to his tongue and he fought to swallow it down as tears pricked his eyes. 

“I can’t talk to Charlie Too.”  

Ryan had busied herself with tidying up her equipment as he’d been drinking. She was standing behind her desk, sliding a beige folder onto a shelf filled with other, disturbingly similar, beige folders. 

“That’s what we call the demon that I –” 

“I am aware.” Ryan smoothly turned her head. “Perhaps this is the reason for Shayne’s questions regarding Nancy’s time of arrival. She has limited knowledge on the topic of demons, but regardless is the greatest source of knowledge at our disposal.” 

“Oh.” Charlie’s heart fluttered. “Maybe. I-I assumed he wanted to ask her if she knew anything about the trap.” 

It may have been Charlie’s imagination, but Ryan’s chin seemed to lower slightly, her eyes sharpening. He almost choked on nothing as fear spiked in his gut. 

“Not – not that we thought she set it,” Charlie sputtered. “Just –” 

There was a sharp knock at the door. Without waiting for a response, someone hurried into the room. 

She was pale and a little curvy, with cotton-candy pink hair tied in two low, messy pigtails. Her shoulders were hunched, and she kept a hold of the door handle. Her other hand hovered over her chin as she cast her eyes about the room. 

“H-hi, Ryan, I...” She grimaced as she caught Charlie’s eye. “Hi. Charlie?” 

Charlie nodded. “Lucy?” 

Her grimace widened. “Hi. So, your mother and father are fine. I explained the situation, and they’re coming to get you tomorrow. I assured them that you’re in great hands.” 

Charlie swallowed over the urge to belch, trying not to let his anxiety show on his face. Tomorrow felt too far away. Separated from Shayne and frozen out by CT, all he wanted was to see his parents’ faces. “Thank you.” 

“I would also like to schedule a meeting between the two of you,” Ryan cut in. She folded her arms. Her gaze swiveled from Lucy to Charlie. “A debriefing following your ordeal. Tomorrow morning, once you have had some rest.” 

Charlie tried to nod, to be a good student and show that he understood the value of Ryan’s suggestion. He flinched as another bubble of pressure rose up through his chest, muffling the burp with the back of his hand. 

“T-tomorrow morning, you said, Ryan?” Lucy said slowly. She took a step back, still clutching the door handle. 

“We will finalise the details later.” 

“Okay. Well, it’s – uh, been nice to meet you, Charlie. I’ll – I’ll just...” Lucy pointed with her thumb before backing out of the room, pulling the door shut with her. 

Alarm grew in Charlie’s mind; he hadn’t expected a qualified counsellor to slink about, acting like an embarrassed teenager. Charlie very much hoped she hadn’t been like this when she’d been on the phone with his parents. 

Doesn’t really matter, he thought to himself as he took a sip from his mug. And to CT, he thought, Everything’s going to be okay. 

He had to believe hard enough for both of them now.

[meetinginsamarra]

mayprompts2024, #28 empty

Chapters 1 to 4 here on AO3

If you like the tattoo AU give it some love on my AO3, please. It would mean a lot to me. TYSM!

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White Pony Tattoo - Part Eight (empty)

John followed Sherlock through another door that lead into a narrow and dim corridor and then into a tiny hall. There was one flight of stairs leading upwards and one leading down, Sherlock chose to go downstairs.

When they arrived in the basement, John felt the change in temperature and moisture. It was a bit damp down here where the old Victorian groundwork had been built into the London soil. John shivered involuntarily.

Sherlock, of course, observed John twitching and reassured him that the dampness was only tangible in the basement hall but not inside 221c.

“Don’t worry, I had the previously unoccupied basement flat modernized and insulated. I need a perfect room climate in there.”

Sherlock took out a key and fiddled with the lock.

For someone as nimble as Sherlock not directly hitting the keyhole was just implausible, so John suspected that he was just putting on a show. Drawing out the moment of reveal what lay behind the mysterious door like a seasoned magician who captivates the audience with every move of his fingers.

To John’s own amusement, he realized that he was holding his breath, filled with excitement. When John shivered once more, this time it was not due to the temperature.

“Ta-Daaaa!”

Sherlock finally had opened the door with a flourish and stepped aside so that John could get an unhindered view into the room.

John gasped and glanced at Sherlock whose face radiated pride and happiness.

It was a laboratory.

It was a completely equipped chemistry laboratory. John spotted two microscopes on a large worktable in the middle of the room. The walls were lined with workbenches and shelves, stuffed with lab supplies and glassware and notebooks. There was a spectrometer, a gas-phase chromatograph and other devices John didn’t know. A high-speed table centrifuge and a whole destillation setup including an absorption column occupied the central worktable besides the microscopes.

Stunned and overwhelmed, John entered, hearing that Sherlock was right behind him, closing the door.

“Wow, that’s fantastic. I’d never have guessed you have a whole lab down here.”

John turned around to get a panorama view of the room. On the wall beside the entrance door John saw a custom-made wooden display cabinet. It contained numerous tiny phials made of brown glass. Each sported a plain white label with a number and letter combination scribbled onto in spidery script.

All the while, Sherlock watched John taking in the lab he had created and a warm wave of deep affection for the doctor rose in him.

“Oh, is this your ink-laboratory?” John exclaimed, suddenly understanding.

“Very good, John.”

“You’re making your own inks here? I’ve never heard of someone doing this before. This level of perfection.” John looked at Sherlock, full of awe.

“That’s because I’m the only one. I’ve invented the customized ink and I have patented the process.” Sherlock preened.

“But how…” John started.

“I’m a graduate chemist, John. A very good one.” Sherlock lost himself in John’s ocean-blue eyes.

“Brilliant.” John whispered, staring back into Sherlock’s eyes that had changed their colour again into a bright cerulean blue.

Sherlock broke eye contact first. “I need to take a tiny sample of the skin at your arm, John. It won’t hurt.”

“I’m all yours.” I could be yours forever, if you want me.

Sherlock launched into work and into a rapid-fire explanation of what the customisation of ink meant. He talked about tiny aberrations in the acidity of the clients’ skin, the obvious varying nuances of skin colour. How long the skin had been exposed to the sunlight and would be in the future. Aging processes, UV-resistance and so on and on. All in the name of creating a long-lasting, never-fading and perfect ink for this one special customer.

Sometimes John understood what Sherlock explained, being a medical man. Other times he had no idea what Sherlock was on about. It didn’t matter. John was fascinated by Sherlock’s enthusiam and zeal, he practically radiated it like a sun.

Early on in the lab, Sherlock had quickly discarded the cool and detached, even stand-offish demeanour he had shown when they had first met today. It had been replaced with a contagious child-like joy when Sherlock was totally in his element, explaining his thoughts and experiments and showing John how the destillation apparatus worked.

The 35 minutes that John spent with Sherlock together in the lab, were the most intense he had ever experienced, his time during combat in Afghanistan included.

John was the centre of Sherlock’s world, the one fixed point Sherlock focused all of his attention on. It had been a heady feeling and was nearly too much to take in all at once.

Never before, John had felt so seen, so understood, so known by another human being.

Afterwards, they had said goodbye and exchanged their telephone numbers to keep in touch.

They had also exchanged a spontaneous hug, one that came across as a bit awkward on Sherlock’s side as if he was not accustomed to doing such gestures of sentiment.

Back outside the shop, John felt an enormous emptiness encrouching on him. It threatened to swallow him whole and drag him down into the endless lightless depths of a cold ocean.

John was alone.

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tagging some people @totallysilvergirl @peageetibbs @lisbeth-kk  @raina-at  @calaisreno

[nomsfaultau]

I recognize exactly zero people follow me for this type of content, but this is the kind of nerd I am. The following post is an exploration of Tommy’s anomalous ability (Red) on bacteria, specifically on gut microbiota systems, as well as the implications. Link to the research paper that finally convinced me to write this post, though I’d deffo been toying with thoughts for a while. 

The main question is this:

Some important details that have been established: 

Red causes individuals to attack indiscriminately (excluding Tommy)

Red effects germs

Red does not cause the cells in multicellular organisms to attack one another (else the effects would include some symptom of that, such as white blood cells attacking the body. Allergy attacks, the like, I haven’t researched this vein as it isn’t what occurs)

The main idea that I started with was that Tommy’s gut bacteria would be fascinating as a result of the fact he often consumes Red due to not having a fork. Tommy’s main concern is that it makes his meals slimier and taste Red-er, but theoretically there’d be massive disruptions to the stability of his bacteria system. Specifically in the fact he’d be constantly sending it into overdrive competition, likely decimating colonies of helpful bacteria. Instability builds resilience and all that but the constant waves of self destruction would leave decimated diversity and have severely reduced redundancy. He’d almost constantly be in an undesirable stable state and likely unhealthy. Go far enough and you get the question of if he can properly produce all the enzymes needed for digestion. Unless he was getting probiotics pretty constantly, his microbiota would be incredibly unstable and fluctuating wildly. Major health problems would arise. 

This is not seen to occur, so it leads me to the question of how Red interacts on the microbiology level. I can see two directions that this can be taken in: Possibility 1. Stomach acid denatures Red—and other processes to render Red useless. 

Red is classified as a biohazard by the SCP Foundation, though it is not entirely clear what that entails. If it’s treated as something biological, its effects could be disrupted by the acidity. Ergo wouldn’t effect digestion. Hurray, Tommy can still eat stuff. (Could possibly still be used for toothpaste? I would have to research mouth bacteria.)

For someone who isn’t Tommy: Good news! All the bacteria in body isn’t now single mindedly trying to kill them. Also wouldn’t be permanently affected by Red should it become integrated into their body via digestion. 

This further rises the question of what can be done to eliminate Red’s affects. It is noted to not cause reactions after it has dried. I am assuming there is some type of denaturing from temperature. Furthermore it does not appear to retain effect merely for staying wet. The evidence for this is two fold: 

There have not been uncontrolled outbreaks of zombie-like mindless violence from contaminated water.

Presumably Tommy has showered at least once in the last x years. He is canonically mentioned to have showered inside the SCP Foundation, who could be decontaminating all water he uses. However, there is a period of a few months between the appearance of Red and his capture and Mother Innit would NOT allow him to get that stanky.

Ergo Red can be made into a safe state that can come into contact with people both externally and internally without problems. Especially given British/American water sanitation procedures tend to involve bacteria. Because Tommy did not cause a water safety crisis of disastrous proportions, I’m going to assume temperature/UV (possibly) at minimum effect it. Could be internal body heat destroys it. Other possibilities: Acidity naturally, dilution of the substance (minimum dose necessary?), or time since disconnected from Tommy.

Possibility 2. Red only affects super organisms. 

Now it’s a strenuous definition, but I think it makes a lot of things easier. The gut bacteria would be considered part of the person. Because frankly if we went all the way and individual cells started fighting each other inside a multicellular being…it would drastically conflict with what’s depicted. So Tommy wouldn’t be destroying his digestive system and probably a lot of other things.

A question would then be ‘what constitutes a super organism?’. Possible solution: 

Souls. They are an integral aspect of the Fault magic system. However, based off my components of a soul (memory, emotion, true name/agency, bonds) it rises the question of if the bacteria in question have souls. Which I kinda don’t think they do. Then again they are single cell organisms so that wouldn’t be a concern on their own save when they’re contributing to the whole. A body integrates their gut microbiota into their soul, likely through the bonds aspect Red recognizes via the individual soul. Bacteria then count as individuals unless they’re contributing to a multicellular organism, in which case they’d not fall into infighting. This is viable because Red is shown to affect bodiless souls such as voidlings. Therefore it has some recognition of the soul for the purpose of constructing super organisms. 

Now, if it’s effecting exclusively souls that’s a problem, because I’m still unconvinced germs have a soul by Fault’s definition of one. I think Red transcends both soul and being, which ever is necessary in order to cause conflict. I’d go into that but this is already lengthy and it would involved insanely massive spoilers. 

One problem: Tubbo is a super organism by classic definition. However, Tommy’s Red does not affect the whole of Tubbos’ hive mind, instead individual bees. Though the personality known as Tubbo is an amalgamation of many souls, so I think that can function as explanation since it is shown the bees technically have their own thoughts/emotions even if they’re very small bee feelings. Bees have their own definition as super organisms due to their own digestive bacteria. Turtles all the way down. But notably, not all the way up, or we could involve macro cohesive units such as, say, entire countries going to war. 

Plants though. Very different forms of sentience. And if we take into account mycorrhizal networks and consider them as creating super organisms (not of the same species, but as earlier established between humans and gut bacteria this isn’t a pre-requisite of classification according to Red) what happens once contaminated by Red? Is an entire community of plants going to attack? What would that even look like?

So the biggest question of all: What happens when Tommy touches grass?

[liminalweirdo]

How'd you get rid of the black mold?

Ours is... Resilient.

Hi! So ours is all mostly in our bathroom (and some around the windows because who knows why).

We generally try and kill ours with vinegar (just regular white vinegar). I will wet a paper towel or a cotton pad or something and just stick it on the wall or the surface where the mold is with scotch tape or something. You can also just spray the area down, but I find that less effective because it dries quickly and vinegar has to sit on the mold for about an hour without drying out.

Once it's been there for an hour I wipe the area with a clean vinegar pad (not the one that was sitting on the mold) and/or another disposable towel/cloth until the mold is mostly removed from the surface. You might remove some paint if the paint is damaged/old/the wrong kind of paint for the room.***

After that I let the surface dry completely, and then we paint over it with mold paint.*** (this generally solves the paint removal problem if you're in a rental) We use the kind of mold paint that kills mold. Unfortunately that kind of paint is pretty expensive, but it is effective and it lasts a long time.

You can apparently also use bleach to kill mold but I have never tried that because we have cats and the space isn't very well ventilated (hence the mold lol)

We also bought a small counter-top dehumidifier from amazon and we run it during showers/after baths or any other moisture-creating activity in that room because there's no fan or ventilation in our bathroom :/

If your mold is in the kitchen, try running the stove fan, opening a window, and/or using a dehumidifier in there while you're cooking.

Letting sunlight into rooms prevents mold from growing as well! I think you can use UV lamps too but I haven't tried this.

Please, PLEASE when you are cleaning up black mold wear a face mask and eye protection. Wear disposable gloves if you can, and wash your hands well after. Don't fuck around with black mold cleaning. If there is a lot of black mold in one space, like more than the size of a piece of paper, I would contact a professional, if possible. Stay stafe and healthy! Feel free to ask me any more questions!

[blurry-coining]

MBAVampkin/MBVampkin

PT: MBAVampkin/MBVampkin

Image ID: a flag with five stripes. A large dark red stripe, a medium darker red stripe, a smaller white stripe, a medium dark purple stripe, and a large, very very dark red stripe. There is a white circle surrounded by a more angular version of the MBAV "M" Inside of this is the kin symbol

A vampirekin subterm for those who identify with the lore, power, abilities, or any otherwise reason as the vampires specifically from My Babysitter's a Vampire

Pronunciation depends on how you pronounce MBaV/MBV. I pronounce it by letter so I would say "M-B-A-vamp-kin"

- Mod Hallow 👑 Toby / 🦇 Rory -

Information on these specific vampires below the cut

Humans bit by these vampires do not become vampires immediately after being bit*

These vampires have ingested human blood at least once*

These vampires can go out in the sun (which is described as "kind of annoying")

Outside, these vampires wear light (oftentimes leather) jackets and sunglasses. I would also reccomend gloves but these are not canon

These vampires barely need sleep

These vampires can retract and flash their fangs

These vampires have super strength, speed, and can fly

These vampires cannot transform into bats

These vampires burn in direct contact with garlic and UV sources

These vampires are also defeated by holy water, wooden stakes, and... Pencils?

These vampires don't show up in cameras or mirrors, including modern day ones but cameras can be adjusted to see them*

These vampires answer to a vampire council (most of the time)

Humans with health issues, such as allergies or asthma no longer have them upon turning. They also no longer need glasses

These vampires are not characterized as being pale, there are lots of dark skinned vampires in this universe

*see fledgling

This is not a list of every detail revolving around these vampires. Just some key points in case someone thinks this is the type that they are

[puuuders]

I'm getting questions about my cosplay stuff. So here is a list of all the stuff I ordered for it. All of it is ordered off Amazon except the eye contact.

Omega

Mask - Trick Or Treat Studios Ghost BC Latex Nameless Ghoul Mask https://a.co/d/0uVjDlR

Rings - RLMOON 18K Gold or Silver Plated Wide Band Rings 12MM Thumb Ring for Women Men Thick Simple Plain Band Ring High Polished Comfort Fit Size 6-11 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BYC3BRW9/?coliid=IUCGKV20R4L3F&colid=2ZZONJLT1096E&psc=1&ref_=cm_sw_r_apann_lstpd_DF1SGKDQ2TPMEQSD87VV&language=en_US

Uniform - TAIGUJI Nameless Ghoul Cosplay Costume Black Coat Props Halloween Outfit vampire cos https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNT4R55V/?coliid=I40K4F5ZR0WJO&colid=2ZZONJLT1096E&psc=1&ref_=cm_sw_r_apann_lstpd_DF1SGKDQ2TPMEQSD87VV_1&language=en_US

Balaclava - VULKIT 2 Pack Neck Gaiter Face Mask Scarf Reusable Bandanas Tube UV Protection Balaclava Outdoor Sport for Men and Women https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HVPBQJT/?coliid=I2M3ACZXYCHD2B&colid=2ZZONJLT1096E&psc=1&ref_=cm_sw_r_apann_lstpd_DF1SGKDQ2TPMEQSD87VV_2&language=en_US

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Terzo

Uniform - TAIGUJI Papa Emeritus Inspired cosplay Costume Band Cross Brooch Costume Halloween black tuxedo vampire cos https://a.co/d/3VZ2jGx

Face paint - BOBISUKA Blank in the Dark Black + White Oil Face Body Paint Set, Large Capacity Professional Paint Palette Kit with Brushes for Art Theater Halloween Party Cosplay Clown Sfx Makeup for Adults https://a.co/d/iLPfFkV

Eye contacts -

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Hope this helps!

[darklovecat]

summer essentials?

AHA 30% + BHA 2% peeling solution!

This product is versatile and can be used for a variety of skin-related issues, like hyperpigmentation, acne, scars, and uneven skin tone. However, in the summers I personally use it for my daily underarm botox fix. By applying the serum on my underarms and leaving it there for around 15 minutes before washing it off, I'm able to eliminate unpleasant smells and excessive sweating for the rest of the day. I live in an area with high temperatures during the summer, and white clothes is a common choice for me and I want to avoid any unpleasantness, that's why this product is a must-have for me.

A summer workout routine!

Exercising and working out is one of my favorite things to do, as it energizes me and gives me the results that I want. The first thing I do in the morning is get moving, and there's nothing quite like a good workout to start my day off right. During the summer months, I prefer focusing on building my glutes, toning my abs, and working on my overall physique, and I love some of Pamela Reif's videos. To achieve my fitness goals, I have curated a list of my favorite exercises and enjoy following videos along with my gym routine. Maintaining consistency in my workout routine is something I prioritize, I always focus on consistency and not results, which has helped me achieve all of my fitness goals.

A pair of hot girl sunglasses!

I recently purchased a handmade pair of sunglasses from Karl Wagner, and they are oval acetate and smaller than what I usually go for but quite nice. As someone who has had laser eye surgery and hates making eye contact with strangers, eye protection is especially important to me year-round, but particularly during the summer when the sun's harmful UV rays are stronger. And because the skin around my eyes is very thin, excessive squinting can lead to wrinkles, so I take extra care to shield my eyes from the sun's rays by applying a generous amount of sunscreen and sunglasses.

White tennis skirts!

Summertime calls for a wardrobe shift for me and I make it a point to switch out my darker skirts for lighter options in shades like baby pink and white. I find that these colors perfectly capture the essence of summertime and make me feel light and breezy. One of my favorite things about wearing white tennis skirts is that they go with just about any top, so I have endless outfit options to mix and match. To complete the look, I typically opt for white sneakers or sandals, both of which add a touch of freshness to the overall aesthetic. Whether I'm running errands, meeting up with friends, or simply lounging in the sun, these skirts provide the perfect blend of comfort, style, and versatility.

A deeper shade of foundation!

Nowadays, whenever I desire a sun-kissed complexion, I prefer making slight makeup modifications, I adjust my foundations between seasons instead of exposing myself to the sun's harmful UV rays. I have very light olive skin so a slightly darker foundation makes me look a lot healthier and gives me the look I love, I draw on faux freckles with a light brow eyebrow pencil and I'm generous with my blush. I recall the one instance in my life when I tried to get a tan on a deck in the height of summer. I ended up getting burned and turned into a ghastly tomato-red shade. The sight of my terrified me, and I applied ice packs and slathered aloe vera gel on my face every hour. That experience made me promise myself to never repeat that mistake again.

White dresses!

I have a serious addiction to white dresses, they're an essential part of my summer wardrobe. Every piece of item in my wardrobe tends to get boring after a while but not with my white dresses. They come in all sorts of styles, but nothing makes me feel more beautiful than a flowy white dress during the summer months. I love pairing it with a flowy chiffon hijab, cute earrings, and an ethereal makeup look. My absolute fave are empire waist dresses- they work wonders in emphasizing my waistline and elongating my legs. Plus, they give off a super chic and elegant vibe. The only downside is that these dresses are usually made of natural materials, so they tend to wrinkle easily throughout the day which drives me crazy but I'm trying my best to make peace with that.

Cat.

[lunarsilkscreen]

Radiation v Light

Despite Red being the most intense light that the human eye can register, we cannot see anything on the electro-magnetic spectrum before that.

Despite Violet being the highest vibration our eyes can register, we can't see anything after that.

Why? What makes visible light different from invisible light? Infrared is what we would call "Heat". For all intents and purposes, it's the source of global warming.

We can even see it if we use special infrared goggles. Ultraviolet and beyond, however, is what we would call "Radiation" and not the good kind either.

It can cook whatever it comes in contact with. Despite this; the human body uses UVA/UVB to create Melanin in the skin. And that's how we get a nice tan.

<aside>Unless you're a Vampire, or a White supremacist. The the Sun just burns you.

Ireland need not @ me. It's not my fault your time spent living in a bog genetically altered your DNA for the Reich purpose.</aside>

UVA-C and beyond, however, is incredibly dangerous because it can go through most any substance. Unless that substance is dense enough.

Like Lead, which we typically use for anti-radiation shielding, despite how poisonous it is to humans.

And so, when we talk about "Quantum Tunneling" this is part of that conversation. Light's ability to move through a barrier of some kind. Heat also moves through, but usually because it warms whatever it comes in contact with. UV and beyond penetrates.

Now, despite this; we've identified substances that light up under black light. "Black Light" because despite the fun Violet we typically include with UV-lights, you can't actually see the light emitted except if it comes in contact with Phosphor, or another similar substance.

Phosphor illuminates after UV (or another form of radiation) comes in contact with it. Creating visible light from the reaction of the invisible light.

This isn't the UV-light reflecting mind you. It's a different light source entirely created from the reaction that Phosphor has.

This is one of the theories on how the sun emits light. It's full of a hot Phosphorescent kind of material, the Sun emits UV-Light(which also makes it to earth) and the UV-LIGHT, while traveling through that material, creates visible light.

The heat we receive must be the heat from the Sun as well, the reaction creating a Phosphorescent effect from the heat and UV-Emission.

And then we get to the Black hole, or Dark Matter objects.

When a star gets too close to this object, Ribbonification (or spaghetti-fication) happens. Some say the black hole eats the Star. I think something else; I think that the black hole simply pulls some of the Phosphor from the passing star into it's own orbit. It could even be possible the object is emitting UV-Light. As a Star would, it just doesn't have the Phosphorescent material on its surface like a typical star does.

And so we get this term; Dark Star, instead of black hole. Because it's a more apt description.

The Dark Star/Hole has a gravitational pull like a star does, an event horizon, and even emits a form of radiation. But what it does *not* emit; is visible light.

Which is emitted from Phosphorescent material specifically.

Electro-magnetic waves are strange things, they can reflect off, be absorbed by, and refract off the same object simultaneously.

And it's at higher frequencies we see less of this behavior.

Thus a second theory in the same post from a completely different field; the visible spectrum of light does all those things; reflect, refract, and absorb.

Infrared and below is more likely to be absorbed, and therefore; less visible. Ultraviolet and beyond, stops reflecting and refracting, and eventually, stops being absorbed. Instead travelling through most any substance.

And that's why we can see part of the spectrum, but not others.

And yet; this still doesn't entirely explain "White light" an imaginary combination of multiple frequencies of light that we perceived as white.

The same way Magenta is "seen" I guess. Since Magenta is the combination of Red and Violet. And not technically a color that exists.

Unless the emf-spectrum has some measurable data that we don't have recorded anywhere. And I highly suspect it does (and said so in the previous post.)

[studiodarjeeling]

Long time no post! Cross-posting from IG:

FOR ADOPTION: MNF Sircca in NS with faceup by me. $300 + shipping OBO (international customers, please contact me first!) PayPal G/S only

Originally was hanging on to this head for possible MNF version of Polaire but decided against it ultimately. I've dressed her up nicely with a new faceup featuring painted upper & lower lashes and embroidery floss bows inspired by Simone Rocha. Bows are attached using white glue so can be easily removed with a quick water soak if they're not to your taste.

Nothing under $250, please! Faceup is painted with Tamiya and Golden acrylics and soft pastels, fully sealed with MSC UV Cut. Does not include eyes.

Ships from USA. Priority Mail is domestic default, First Class International for international shipping. Please let me know if you require additional services like insurance or Registered Mail. Allow 1-2 weeks for packing and shipping process.

Message me here or DM on Instagram if interested in purchasing! Priority will be given to customers who are willing to pay in full. Thank you!

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UV printing is the latest game-changer, but can eco-solvent printing keep up? Let’s dive into the details before this discussion becomes dry.

The green factor

Eco-solvent printing has fewer emissions but still impacts the environment and needs proper disposal. Ensure good ventilation indoors 

Unlike traditional methods UV printers don’t release harmful chemicals when they dry.

At the first blink

Eco-solvent and UV prints differ noticeably at first glance

1.Embossing and Gloss: 

Eco-solvent prints come in matte or semi-gloss. High gloss needs extra laminates, and embossing isn't available.

Meanwhile, most UV prints are delivered directly from the printer with a high-gloss finish and embossing features.

2.Color and sharpness:

Sure, eco-solvent ink gets the job done with decent colors, but it lacks white and can't print on black items, nor does it offer laser-sharp details.

UV inks dry instantly to produce vivid colors and razor-sharp lines with the added benefit of white.

The gold standard

1.Durability:

more protective coatings may be required to improve durability for a eco solvent ink print.

The prints made by UV are very hardy, resistant to scratch, fading, and weather. The ink is more resistant to environmental factors.

2.Versatility:

Eco solvent ink printers can only support some media and have problems with some surfaces.

UV printers work with a variety of rigid and non-porous materials without the requirement for any additional coatings.

Opinion In brief, UV prints are quick, versatile, and eco-friendly, whereas eco-solvent prints are slower and still contain some polluting compounds. Next time you're ordering prints, be sure to ask if they're UV or not. Got printing questions? Our team is ready to help you find the perfect solution. Contact us today and say goodbye to confusion!Lets talk

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[spicydirtymatcha]

dbl extras || carrie

summary: thought i'd give you guys a rundown on how i imagined present-day carrie to be! help with imagining the story a bit. hope you love her as much as i do. reference pics or ““reference”” pics included

- full name: carina christina panganiban-st. james

- dob: august 26, 1998

- height: 5’8

- zodiac sign: virgo

- love language: words of affirmation

- skin tone through the winter, spring/fall, summer:

- miss girl is 10000% filipino! so jot that down

- she looks darker when she wears a white tee and she’s tan; she loves it (happens to me in the summer and it’s my fave thing)

- in tagalog “brown-skinned” is “moreno/a”

- her mom’s side would make comments when she was a kid about how dark she would get and the amount of comments grew when baseball became more serious

- her dads tried their best to shield her from the comments but they couldn’t protect her from everything :(

- anyways back to the fun stuff

- extroverted with introverted tendencies but since having penelope she has become more introverted but it tends to go away around friends and family

- hair colour: naturally dark brown but she does like to dye it

- feeling like this is the move for present day carrie

- ily jed 🫶🏼

- hair length: usually likes to keep it long, gave herself a buzz cut (with the help of her dads and pen) during the pandemic bc she was bored; now it’s grown out nice and long once again

- piercings? yes definitely

- left ear: double lobe, helix, flat, double forward helix

- right ear: double lobe, industrial, conch

- and maybe a cute lil septum piercing 😌

- don’t ask me how she could afford all this lol

- gets her nails done whenever she can, they’re cute or whateva

- loves cooking, loves being in the kitchen

- her dads however hate her in the kitchen bc she’s a mess, she doesn’t clean as she goes 💀

- definitely can sing, girl’s got pipes

- have tattoos? yeah, she’s got ideas

- even wears makeup on game days! i’m not talking a full face beat but she has her eyebrows done, eyeliner, and mascara on; keeps lipgloss in one of the pockets of her pants (they’re on a rotation)

- her teammates think she’s funny for keeping a sunscreen stick at the back of the dugout when she spends all nine innings with a mask on but they don’t know the harm of the UV rays! they don’t!

- fiercely loyal and protective of those she loves and her teammates; she will cut a bitch if needed

- wears glasses, cannot be bothered with contacts (20/20 vision is overrated anyway)

- build: thicccc thighs save lives and she’s got a cute butt she’s not afraid to admit that. i’m imagining rectangle/inverted triangle body shape, toned arms, girl is Strong™

- her kind of style:

- yeah she’s pretty cool :)

[cross-border-communications]

Velletri, Rome. Grape harvest 2023, visits to the Arsial experimental vineyards begin.

In Velletri, Rome, the 2023 grape harvest signifies the start of tours to the Arsial experimental vineyards.

This year's grape harvest in Velletri, located in the province of Rome, is expected to be among the finest in recent memory. The warm and dry weather conditions have been favorable, benefiting the ripening of the grapes and preventing diseases. The winemakers meticulously executed every cultivation phase, from pruning to harvesting, while adhering to the timing and methods mandated by production regulations. This has resulted in an exceptional wine that exemplifies the unique qualities of the region. This brief post outlines the primary features of the wines available for tasting and purchase at their wine shop and wineries.

The wines from Velletri are renowned for their exceptional quality and diversity, which stems from an age-old tradition and biodiversity-rich terrain. Cesanese, Sangiovese, Montepulciano, Trebbiano, Bellone, and Malvasia Puntinata are some of the popular grape varieties. These wines stand out for their deep ruby hues, fragrant and fruity aromas, and well-balanced and lasting taste, while the whites boast a well-balanced flavor.

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During the 2023 harvest, Arsial is providing the chance to tour their experimental vineyards located within the Velletri Demonstration Farm. Visits are available every weekday.

It's currently harvest time, and Arsial's Experimental Demonstration Company in Velletri, located at Via Cantina Sperimentale 1/a, is initiating the grape harvest with the resistant Sauvignon Rytos b grape variety.

As part of its demonstration efforts, Arsial provides winegrowers in the region and those who request it the chance to visit the experimental vineyards in Velletri, as long as reception limits are not exceeded. Starting on August 22nd, daily access will be allowed from Monday to Friday between 9 a.m. and 2 p.m. until the grape harvest concludes. If interested, please communicate your intent to participate by email or phone to the following contact information: Giovanni Pica, 347.9943431, g.pica@arsial.it. Contact Giorgio Colatosti at 320.4049893 or g.colatosti@arsial.it for more details.

The vineyard area of the Demonstration Farm encompasses just under 4.5 hectares and features over 130 vine varieties, including native and resistant options for wine and table grapes. Experimental trials are continually executed to confirm grape varieties' viticultural and oenological responses, all to minimize environmental impact during production.

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If you want to discover more about the 2023 Velletri vintage, we invite you to visit the winery's shop and vineyards. There, you'll have the opportunity to taste and buy your preferred bottles of wine and typical local products.

In this regard, We suggest you visit the farm website for helpful information and contacts to schedule your tastings.

ARSIAL - Agenzia Regionale per lo Sviluppo e l’Innovazione dell’Agricoltura del Lazio (Regional Agency for the Development and Innovation of Agriculture in Latium).

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🟠 Italiano

Intro

Vendemmia 2023, Al Via Le Visite Ai Vigneti Sperimentali ARSIAL

La vendemmia 2023 a Velletri , nella provincia di Roma, si preannuncia come una delle migliori degli ultimi anni. Grazie alle condizioni climatiche favorevoli ha beneficiato di un clima caldo e asciutto, che ha favorito la maturazione delle uve e la prevenzione delle malattie. I viticoltori hanno seguito con attenzione tutte le fasi della coltivazione, dalla potatura alla vendemmia, rispettando i tempi e le modalità previste dal disciplinare di produzione. Il risultato è un vino di alta qualità, che esprime al meglio le peculiarità del territorio In questo breve post, vi raccontiamo le caratteristiche principali dei vini che potrete degustare e acquistare nella nostra enoteca e aziende vinicole.

I vini di Velletri sono famosi per la loro qualità e varietà, frutto di una tradizione antica e di un territorio ricco di biodiversità. Tra le varietà più apprezzate spiccano il Cesanese, il Sangiovese, il Montepulciano, il Trebbiano, il Bellone e il Malvasia Puntinata. Questi vini si distinguono per il loro colore rubino intenso, il profumo fruttato e floreale, il sapore armonico e persistente e i bianchi per sapori equilibrati.

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Nel corso della vendemmia 2023 Arsial offre la possibilità di visitare i propri vigneti sperimentali all’interno dell’Azienda dimostrativa di Velletri. Visite tutti i giorni, da lunedì a venerdì.

È tempo di vendemmia. L’Azienda sperimentale dimostrativa Arsial di Velletri, in Via Cantina Sperimentale 1/a, inizia la raccolta delle uve, con il vitigno resistente Sauvignon Rytos b.

Nell’ambito delle proprie attività dimostrative, Arsial offre la possibilità ai vitivinicoltori della regione, e a quanti ne facciano richiesta, nei limiti delle possibilità di accoglienza, di visitare i vigneti sperimentali di Velletri.

Dal 22 agosto, l'accesso sarà consentito tutti i giorni fino al termine della vendemmia, dal lunedì al venerdì, dalle 9.00 alle 14.00.

Gli interessati possono comunicare la propria adesione, a mezzo email o telefono, ai seguenti recapiti:

• Giovanni Pica – 347.9943431 - g.pica@arsial.it

• Giorgio Colatosti – 320.4049893 - g.colatosti@arsial.it

La superficie vitata dell’Azienda dimostrativa si estende per poco meno di 4,5 ettari, sui quali sono impiantate oltre 130 varietà di vitigni tra autoctone e resistenti, sia da vino sia da tavola. Le prove sperimentali, finalizzate a verificare le risposte viticole ed enologiche dei vitigni, sono svolte sempre nell’intento di diminuire l’impatto impatto ambientale della conduzione.

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Se volete scoprire di più su la vendemmia 2023 a Velletri, vi invitiamo a venire a scoprire i loro vini nelle loro enoteca e vigneti, dove potrete assaggiare e acquistare le bottiglie che preferite. Troverete anche una selezione di prodotti tipici locali.

A tal proposito, vi consigliamo di visitare il sito web della Agenzia, dove troverete informazioni utili e contatti per prenotare i vostri tour e degustazioni.

ARSIAL - Agenzia Regionale per lo Sviluppo e l’Innovazione dell’Agricoltura del Lazio

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We appreciate your kind presence and attention to today's story. Thank you for joining us today.

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[thegreenwallrabbit-blog]

More non-cannon RE 4 remake/ Luis Serra head canon

1.  So in the labratory you find a file called Subject Analysis: Regenerador  written by an unnamed researcher who claims to have created the Regenerador. One of the days has the note 

“Date: April 13 I shared the news of my achievement with that pretentious bastard colleague of mine. His face went white! Then, he started scribbling something in his notebook. I thought he'd be impressed, but instead, he actually had the nerve to warn me of the so-called dangers.” 

You never find out who this “pretentious bastard colleague” is but I’m assuming it’s Luis [in RE 4 he’s 28 and has to have already graduated from both a undergraduate and graduate university (he’d need at least a masters degree to get even the lowest level researcher postion), and been a top researcher at Umbrella (which he left before 1998 when he’d be 22) so i’m thinking the author of this note whose probably much older then 28 might be projecting their insecurities] and this was maybe the real turning point(straw that broke the camels back) for Luis as it gave him flash backs to his time working for Umbrella  and lead to him trying contact his old collage friend for help but Ada intercepted his email.

2.  While in game you find out from two notes Captive Researcher's Note and Superior Species Report that Saddler infected all the researchers who had been working on the Las Plages to find their weaknesses with a stronger variant(which i assume was the one Leon and Ashely are probably infected with based on the captive researchers notes). From the notes it’s clear that this “stonger” Las Plagas staine does not having any special abilities besides keeping the host's cognitive functions from diminishing while eventually making the host become zealot follower of the cult. And as we are told head researcher Anabel Garcia Escudero was infected first, but we don’t know how long before the game this happens but I assume it was a good few months if not a full year at least , as they probably wanted to test long term effects before they went through with their plan to kidnap Ashely. I assume this is also the type Luis was infected with but unlike his colleagues he was able to have it removed. However as we never see anyone who looks like a part of any science staff, even in the lab on the island,  my idea is that over enough time the hosts did lose their cognitive functions making the infected scientist useless as scientist but as this strain of Las Plagas did not inhibit their motter functions as much as the OG stain did Saddler converted the scientist into the ranks of the already existing zelaot monks (they are probably the ones with the torches) but kept a few of the  female scientists to be his personal attendants whose heads are always covered but seems to have no issue with their coordination or other motter skills unlike some of the other cult members or the Ganados. 

3. Luis had finished his machine that removed las Plagas when he and the other scientists where infected but Saddler had all the scientist shipped off the island and held in Salazars Castle in an attempt to stop the scientists from being able removing the parasite  while they still had control of themselves. However Luis and a collage who had some surgical skills had managed to grab the medicine that suppresses Las Plagas, along with a few medical tools and Luis’ lab key and once at the Castle they escaped down into the Mines below ( which is why during game Leon finds Luis in the mines as that is where he was hiding the remaining suppressant and his lab key) . They tried to remove each others parasites surgically with only the scalpels, two syringes of localized anesthetics and a pocket sized high power uv flashlight that they had managed to smuggle with them from the Island along with the bottles of disinfectant, local herbs and suture kit they had found in the Mines first aid room. Luis’ was removed first but his collage fully succumbed in the middle of Luis trying to remove theirs.  Before this the collage had made Luis promise on his Abuelo (Grandfather) Navarro’s grave that he would “put them down rather then let them live as one of Saddler’s puppets like head researcher Anabel” and while Luis kept this promise doing so still ways heavy on his conscience and is one of the reasons why he so adamantly wants to help Leon and Ashely successfully remove their parasites.

[drluciengaudet]

Lucien hadn't come out of his lab since the tournament. Missed council meetings with no excuse or contact. Not made any contact with anyone; his slaves or otherwise. Locked himself away to solve the unsolvable. The last few days were his lowest. In all his efforts, all his experiments and sleepless nights he'd run through it all. He'd not checked. He was sure there was more genetic material. Sure there was another vial, another source, something. His lab was in pieces and he had nothing to show for it. Aurelius was truly gone. Nothing more than a memory. There was nothing left of him. Nothing remaining. No way to bring him back. Every effort was exhausted.

For 72 hours he'd sat in the lab, the low hum of the exhaust fans the only sound as he stared in the direction of the flickering hologram that replayed a 30 second clip from a news feed of the man. It was silent blinking in and out as it reset again and again. The culmination of his entire life had been for nothing if he couldn't save the man he loved. And yet there was relief in the knowledge he was gone too. He felt unburdened, which burdened him with a guilt for feeling that way and spun him up into consciously considering if it was truly a mistake at all.

It made him pine for the strigoi more than ever. The man was the only one that could silence his mind. Whether it was magic or because of his love for him Lucien never questioned and he never would get the answer now. It didn't matter. He wanted that back. He just wanted his mind to be silent and there was only one way he could think to achieve it any longer without Aurelius. Over and over his mind went back to the one solution to his problem that was growing worse with every passing second. His mind louder with everything he should be doing and saying. The way he should be acting. A reminder of the walking failure he was. Without Aurelius who was he?

Finally he left his lab and went to his room showering and dressing in one of his finest suits. He'd taken off all his rings and only put one back on. The one his former sire had given him. The only blood he'd been drinking was from bags and it was human. He had no immunity to anything as he left his suite, sun ring intentionally sitting on the white marble of his bathroom counter. It was a fitting way to go, the same way Aurelius had or the way he'd thought Aurelius had. Still no wiser of the truth.

Lucien walked through the castle the way he normally did, stoic, silent, perpetually annoyed. He didn't exchange pleasantries with any who spoke to him having one destination in mind and that was exiting the front door knowing it was mid day and the sun was out in full. He could see streams coming through the UV blocked windows.

He was so focused on his destination to the point his vision was tunneled on the door once it came into view. Adamant about his intentions as he entered the foyer of the castle and almost reached the doors knowing in seconds everything would be quiet. Finally quiet.

@xdutch