#yes I like the medic role how did u know

[maryhanaae4]

me when roblox medic

[starsofang]

CALL OF THE SEA / PART FIFTEEN

pirate poly!141 x f!reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, hallucainations/hearing voices??, inaccurate depictions of medicine, idk how ppl made medicines in 1800s but idc its fiction masterlist a/n: thank u for the love from the hurricane i went thru!! i'm okay and back in business, i love u guys <3 things are gonna get a lil spicyyy

When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.

“Dove,” a voice singsonged, a whisper in the wind that whisked away almost as soon as it appeared.

You halted in your steps, whipping your head around. Standing on the deck, you knew you were alone. You had just been on your way to collect your variety of herbs and powders to teach the Captain of medicine making, yet the sense of dread overtook you the moment you heard your name called out.

Looking out into the vast sea, there was nothing. A heavy mist clouded the air from the storm that was brewing mere lengths away, its arrival unknown. It clouded over the horizon, hiding away what lay beyond in the dull, gray atmosphere.

Yet, Graves had spoken yet again, as if he had sent his voice to travel miles upon miles just to get a rile out of you. It felt like a warning, letting you know he was still present, and very much still attached.

“The one who heals the ill and poor,” Graves echoed tauntingly, a dark chuckle rasping at the end of his words. “The one who has the 141 in knots. That’s you, isn’t it, dove?”

You couldn’t see him, and you weren’t sure whether that was ideal or not. You knew he wasn’t there physically, hell, you weren’t sure it was even really him talking. Your mind could be playing tricks on you.

The words of the prophecy were spoken with such mockery, the ones referring to your very role. The venom in his tone made you queasy. A cold chill dripped down your spine, causing the hairs on your neck to stand.

“Oh, this will be fun,” he cooed. “I’ll be seeing you.”

Stood frozen in place, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the horizon. It was gloomy, and you were beginning to mirror that feeling. You felt toyed with — like a puppet on a shelf, waiting to be used when Graves deemed you useful.

“What are ye doin’ down there, dove?” a voice called. “Looks like ye seen a ghost.”

The faint snickering had you tilting your head up in the direction it came from. Soap sat high up in the crow’s nest, peering down at you mischievously. His broad arms rested on the rim of the nest, leaning lazily.

“I am fine,” you scowled, quickly regaining your composure. Graves crept menacingly in the corners of your mind. “What are you doing up there?”

“She’s a crow’s nest for a reason. I’m watchin’ for the storm, seein’ if I can spot anythin’ out of the ordinary like I’m a bird, birdie” Soap explained with a grin, cocking his head. “What are ye doin’ down there?”

You frowned at him, unamused. “I plan on teaching the Captain how to make medicine,” you replied. “I’m just going to collect my things. It is wealthy to have knowledge in medicines, you know.”

Soap blew out a puff of air, waving his hand dismissively. “If I have any more knowledge up in this noggin’ of mine, it might explode.” He made a point of knocking his knuckles against his head.

“I do not believe there is much in there at all,” you sighed, unable to force a small smile away. Even in times of fear and uncertainty, you couldn’t deny the way Soap put you at ease.

“Ach, yer a bird that bites. What happened to bein’ a sweet bird?” he mumbled in feigned hurt, lips puckered into a pouted frown.

Your smile grew and you shook your head. “Where is Ghost?” you asked. Soap rubbed the back of his neck, fingers twirling into his messy mullet.

“That lad. Locked himself up again, he did. I think the weather’s makin’ him all moody. He helped me out for a bit before goin’ back, so I’m not sure what’s wrong,” he explained sympathetically. There was a hint of hurt at being shut out.

It made you recall the two of them. Embracing. Whispering amongst each other. Ghost, unmasked, leaning into his touch.

You tried your hardest to not let it shift your expression, even if it dug a little hole somewhere in your heart to be reminded of what you didn’t have.

“I see,” you hummed, playing off your tormenting thoughts and shoving them to the side with the rest. “I am… happy that he has someone like you.”

Soap’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He stared at you, confused, before smiling softly. “Ah, c’mon, dove. Ye got us, too.”

Not in the way your heart longed for. But that was a thought that attempted to fiddle with your mind and leave you stranded on an island of foreign feelings far, far away.

You weren’t sure what you desired, anyway.

“Right,” you agreed with a curt nod. “I’ll be going now. Please, do not fall while I’m gone — or do. I have not been able to aid anybody in quite a long time.”

Soap laughed, the sound rumbling you to the core. “Mean li’l bird,” he teased.

With a smile, you continued on to your quarters, shoving any strange ideas behind and focusing on the task at hand. Price was still waiting for you, after all.

Entering your shared space, you nearly cursed the world for putting Gaz in there. While you hadn’t quite avoided him like you wanted to, that was due to the others being around. Now, here alone, was different.

“Hello, Gaz,” you greeted stiffly, giving him a nod. You quickly retreated to your side of the room, which really was Soap’s clutter. You needed to organize it soon or you may lose your mind.

“Dove,” Gaz hummed from where he laid in bed, arms resting behind his head in a lazy position. His eyes followed you like a hawk as you rummaged through the bag taken from your village on your first night with the pirates.

The resources you’d been forced to bring so long ago were now going to be of use, which was something you wished to be excited for—yet, the elephant in the room was a downpour on your mood.

You felt ridiculous. It was not as if you were avoiding him in rejection—it was that it was not rejection that you were avoiding him.

Your heartstrings seemed to tighten and pull whenever he was near, and it made you feel crazy. It felt like you couldn’t catch a break, constantly toying with your own feelings.

What was this feeling of longing you so hopelessly seemed to feel differently with each of them? Was it still the craving for a sense of belonging?

“Is someone hurt?”

You glanced up from your bag, fingers pausing. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before realization took over and you shook your head. “No. I am teaching Price the ways of medicine.”

So much for avoiding him.

“Is that so?” he asked. You weren’t sure why his tone seemed so… off. As if there were a taste of bitterness to it.

You recalled the night you threw your food at him from the stuffiness of your cell below deck when he had done nothing but try and quench your hunger. He truly was not a fan of you, nor you him. While you were scared, he was protective of his kin.

Now, his tone was a grave reminder of how much time had passed, and how different things were.

You gave him another stiff nod, watching as he stood from the bed. Your heart pounded in your chest, banging against your rib cage with every step he took closer.

When he finally stopped, he was mere inches away, standing tall and proud over you. You focused your gaze on his chest, mapping the loosely tied strings that hung from the middle of his billowy shirt. You were overcome with spikes of awkward anxiety and unable to connect eyes with him.

Seeing this, he tilted his head down, cocked to the side in a mocking way. He forced your gaze to meet his from leaning down alone, and you held your breath at the sight of slight annoyance burrowed somewhere in his expression.

“Are you avoidin’ me?” he asked lowly.

You attempted to swallow the lump in your throat. Your hands grew clammy, and you couldn’t take them out of your bag to wipe them on your dress or else he’d know.

“No,” you stammered, frowning. “I am just— Price is waiting for me.”

Was he angry that you did not reciprocate a kiss? It was not your fault—you had never shared one.

“There is no playful banter. Nor even a gaze in the eye,” he commented.

“I am looking at you right now,” you defended weakly.

“What you’re doin’ is actin’ different,” he said slyly, mirroring your frown. “What, you hand me a gift, a beautiful one, and now that I have read the signs wrong, you wish to hide from me?”

“That—” You inhaled sharply. “That is not what is happening.”

“So, I have read them right, then.”

“I do not know what signs you are referring to.”

“Don’t be daft, dove.”

Your fingers tightened around a small jar in your bag, knuckles going white. You wanted to avoid the forced eye contact altogether, but now you could not look away. It was as if you were in a trance.

“It is improper to refer to a woman as daft,” you hissed in defense.

“You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met,” Gaz mused, his head tilting once again.

This is what he wanted, and you were giving it to him. He wanted the banter, the jests, to see you grow irritated to tug a reaction from you, and unfortunately, it was working.

“You have never been kissed before?” he continued.

Your ears were beginning to ring. Your entire body felt hot to the touch, like a scorching fire burned through your veins and trickled its way up to your brain.

“That is inappropriate, Gaz,” you tried, though your defense was weak. He was right. He was always right, and you hated it. “I must return to Price. I—I cannot have this conversation.”

“You will have to avoid the whole sea if you believe I am the only one,” he stated calmly, growing soft now that his initial annoyance was wearing off. “Do not make me the one to suffer.”

You stared at him, mouth opened to speak but the words lost in translation. You felt like you were betraying yourself by choosing to avoid him out of mere uncertainty. You were only doing a disservice to yourself.

The words he spoke laid heavy on your mind, but you were unable to decipher the true meaning. Perhaps you were avoiding that, too.

The two of you said nothing, sitting in tense silence as you hurried to throw your bag over your shoulder. You didn’t want Price to slam open his door and search for you, believing you accidentally fell into the treacherous waters and sunk below the angry sea.

You shuffled to the door, hand hovering over the handle. You risked a weary glance over your shoulder, seeing Gaz standing and watching you with keen eyes, a glint of something unrecognizable in them.

You had nobody else to feel sorry for but yourself.

“I will not avoid you,” you muttered quietly. “I do not think I have the strength to do so, anyway. Not with you.”

You tugged open the door, excusing yourself.

The chill in the air was refreshing against your warm skin, cooling off the heat that radiated off of you like a furnace. As you returned to Price’s quarters, your mind was scrambled, overloaded with millions of thoughts that plagued you.

The wind rustled and blew, and you could only pray there wasn’t a familiar whisper hiding in its trail. It seemed as if the universe had plenty of tricks up its sleeve today, and it was dealing them all to you one by one.

When you looked up at the crow’s nest as you walked by, Soap remained. He gave you a smile when you passed, and it made the worry in your stomach simmer to a low boil.

“You took quite some time,” Price noted as you stepped inside. “Did you walk the plank along your way?”

You chuckled, shaking your head and shooing the bag off your shoulder. It fell to the desk with a small thud. “I ran into Soap,” you explained.

“I see.” Price smiled in acknowledgment. “Alright, dove. Let’s begin, hm?”

“You are not very good at this.”

You watched as Price attempted to grind a mix of herbs and powder in the bowl you lent him. Teaching him how to make a paste meant for burns proved fruitless, as he seemed to mess up the measurements when you weren’t looking.

“That’s why you’re the expert, dove,” he huffed in annoyance, laser focused on grinding the end of the wooden stick into the roundness of the bowl, mashing down the mixture. “I do not see how this will become a paste.”

“Did you mix in the drops of water like I told you?” you asked.

He glowered at the clear dropper you held up, which seemed just as full as when you first started. He snatched it up, squeezing a couple of drops into the failed paste for good measure, then continued mixing.

“Was I correct?” you teased, peering down into the bowl. You were pleased to see it mixing much more smoothly, almost like thick butter.

“Silence,” he grunted, shooting a weak glare your way. “I pray this medicine proves to be useful.”

“It is for burns to ease the flare up of the skin,” you explained, keeping an eye on the mixture. “I am sure it will come in handy.”

Price hummed, mashing the paste until he seemed satisfied. He shifted the bowl towards you, waiting for approval. The idea of it made you snort—a Captain, seeking approval from his ex-prisoner.

“It is not bad,” you praised, earning him a furrow of his eyebrows. “Much better after the water.”

He gave you a look, unamused, eyeing you as you shoveled the paste into an empty jar. You were happy to add it to the collection, though you wished you had the opportunity for a room for yourself to display them. Soap and Gaz’s room was feeling crowded.

“I am only teasing,” you said with a smile. “It’s almost as good as mine.”

Price snorted, smiling back. “Aye, I’m a Captain, not a medic. That’s your specialty,” he retorted.

“And will this medic ever get a room of her own? Or perhaps a place to work?”

He raised an eyebrow. You mirrored him. “Are the boys not fun to room with?”

Images of Gaz earlier flashed in your mind. You swallowed. “No, they are just fine. But I am a woman, after all. It is not… suitable.”

Price made a noise of acknowledgment, nodding slow. He seemed to be thinking, a hand brushing through his beard and stroking his bottom lip.

“That is… understandable. Forgive me, I have not had a woman on my ship until you. It slipped my mind that you roomin’ with those two may not be entirely appropriate,” he replied thoughtfully.

“You forced me to sleep with you on my first night out of the brig,” you reminded him.

Price paused his stroking, blinking at you. For a moment, you lost him, his mind running astray. You could only stare back patiently.

“Would you prefer to stay here, then?” he asked. “You may find much more peace in here than with them., or if you'd like, you may switch off between quarters.”

You felt your body tense up at the mere thought. You knew no matter who you stayed with, it would be a gamble. Each of them had your heart on lock in an unfamiliar way, and the thought of staying with Price again had your stomach twisting into knots.

Gaz popped up once again, and you wondered if that decision would solidify your act in avoiding him. A pang of guilt hit your chest.

“You would not mind?” you asked wearily.

Price shrugged. “I may prefer it, actually.”

Your expression morphed into confusion, eyebrows pulling together and lips curling into a frown. He’d prefer to spend nights with you, rather than allowing you to cram into a small bed with Soap in the late hours of the night?

You thought the Captain valued his privacy and solitude. Now that he was offering you to stay on his own rather than out of fear of you running off to islands unknown, it felt much more personal.

“You’d prefer it?”

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“Why?”

The Captain paused, narrowing his eyes at you. You were curious at to what he could be thinking about.

The door to his quarters opened, silencing your conversation rather quickly. The wind sounded much louder now without barriers between the inside and outside, and when you whipped your head to look at the doorway, Soap stood, drenched in water.

You were so focused on your time with Price and your craft, you hadn’t noticed the uneasy rockiness of the ship that seemed to grow with every second.

“The storm’s brewin’ real fast, Cap,” Soap breathed, lightly heaving. He must’ve climbed down the nest in a haste. “We need to get her steady. It’s comin’ down faster than we thought.”

The Captain stood quickly, giving him a nod. “Go collect Gaz and Ghost,” he ordered. Soap agreed, tossing the door closed and leaving you alone. “Dove, you’re stayin’ here.”

“I must be of help—”

“Here,” he repeated, tapping his finger on the desk. “That’s an order.”

You wanted to protest, but the look on his face was gloomy. You watched him leave his quarters and enter the battlefield of heavy rain that spilled over on to the deck.

Something in your heart tugged, but this time, not out of longing, or envy—it was worry. Sure, you faced many storms in your village, but never on a ship where one wrong move could send you right below the waves and have you never come back up again.

You felt helpless as you sat, thumbs twiddling mindlessly in your lap as you hoped and pray the ship would become steady enough for them to return to safety.

“Dove.”

The crashing sound of cracking thunder had you jolting in your seat. You did as the Captain ordered and stayed put, but you were becoming restless. The longer you stayed, the more your feeling of cold dread grew.

You knew where it was coming from. It was the very thing living inside your head, and you wondered if Ghost could hear it, too.

You couldn’t sit anymore. You got to your feet, quickly throwing open the door to a monsoon.

The ship swayed with the heavy, angry waves that crashed harshly against the sides of the ship. It made you lose balance, and you grabbed on to the doorway to steady.

Gaz and Soap stood under the rainfall, water soaking into their skin and clothes as they heaved the sails closed, holding the ropes to guaranteed they stayed.

Ghost was lifting heavy baggage that had yet to be stored away, thrown over his shoulder as he hurried to transport them to a dry part of the ship.

The Captain stood at the helm, his hair flat against his forehead and dripping water all the way down to his beard. He was mastering the steering of the ship, barking orders at Soap and Gaz while the two attempted to keep the sails at bay.

“Isn’t this fun, dove?” Graves whispered. You wished you could claw out your own eardrums.

You knew he was near. Before, you couldn’t feel his presence—now, it felt stronger than ever.

You frantically looked around, hoping to spot him somewhere out at sea, but the rain was too heavy. The sky had been darkening, giving off an ominous hue covered by storm clouds. You wouldn’t be able to see him from below.

Your eyes landed on the crow’s nest, the net of rope leading up to it swaying in the crazy wind. Soap had been up there mere hours ago, watching the storm and charting its location.

Without a moment of hesitation, you sprinted in the cold rain, heading towards your destination.

“Dove?” Soap called out in confusion, before recognizing you. “Dove! What are ye doin’?”

You began your ascent, just as Gaz had joined in calling for you. With them unable to leave the ropes of the sails behind, they couldn’t chase after you, stopping you from your foolish moment of cleverness.

“What the hell is she doin’ out?” Price growled, his firm voice quieter in the winds chasing it away.

The rope creaked as you planted your feet in the gaps, climbing your way up to the nest. The higher up you got, the more the breeze increased its abuse, whipping along your face in a serious of angry smacks.

The pirate’s voices grew farther away as you approached the crow’s nest. Their tones were ones of concern, fear, and worry as you scrambled your way on to the rugged, old wood platform, hauling yourself up.

You needed to know if your thoughts were true—if Graves truly was here, or if it was another one of his tricks.

You stood on the crow’s nest, holding yourself steady with a firm grip of the sides. You looked out into the void, scanning for anything, any sign—and there it was.

A ship, not too far off in the distance, swaying with the waves with its front nose pointed in the direction of your ship. A large sail flapped in the wind, and it was so misty you nearly couldn’t see it until a familiar white outline of a skull appeared, waving as if saying hello.

Graves was setting sail right towards the ship, and he had every intention of riding out the storm until he reached you.

[rebeltarot]

YOUR UNIVERSE ➕ Who are you becoming now, and who are you meant to become?

"We can’t become what we need to be by remaining what we are."

[3 piles] ・ [3 decks] ・ [10 cards for each pile] ・ [letters, signs, songs]

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PILE 01 ➕

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CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

E, blank, E, I, 8th House, North Node, Cancer, "be fearless, change is good"

Song: BESIDE U - MONSTA X, Pitbull

CARDS

Tarot: 10 of cups, the wheel of fortune, 7 of pentacles, king of cups

Oracle: pioneer, the spymaster, deer, Martyr, the brawler, moose

WHO ARE YOU BECOMING NOW?

Hello, Pile 01, and welcome to your reading. Currently, you are becoming someone with overflowing cups. You have much love and happiness to give and share with others. It feels like you are aligning with who you are and what brings you joy, which leads to fulfillment and a sense of belonging. I see harmony playing a huge role here. You are finding your balance and being at peace with yourself. This new version of you that you are growing into is collecting a lot of good karma. Things are moving and developing in your favor. You are in the midst of a transformative stage that leads to a lot of luck and positivity. You are going to become someone who welcomes change and strives to move with integrity. You are sharing your wealth, and you are swimming in your own passions and good fortune. It's so interesting to me because, essentially, this describes a creator, someone who is open to new experiences and open to trying and creating new things that others have not done before. It also reminds me of cycle breakers. This new version of you holds a lot of empathy and grace. You are learning and unlearning a lot right now, and I feel like you are going to be smart with the knowledge you attain. There is still a sense of distrust here, meaning that while, yes, you are growing into this person with an abundance of love to give and happiness to experience, you are not yet fully trusting that reality. Meaning that you are still in the beginning stages; it's new to you. You have figured out a lot of things, and positivity is already manifesting for you, but it feels like it has not been long enough and you have not collected enough positive evidence vs. the negative experiences. It feels fragile still. You are, however, being a lot more gentle with yourself. The person you are becoming right now wraps everything in love. Your first go-to move is to meet the situations you encounter with tenderness and compassion. You are healing right now with the power of love, and the person you are growing into can see the light and good in all things and situations. The reason is that you are finally seeing your self-worth, and you're acknowledging your grace. Beautiful. 

WHO ARE YOU MEANT TO BECOME?

You are meant to be a seeker, someone who keeps searching for new ways and new opportunities. You are not meant to sit idle; instead, you are supposed to become a person who is continuously striving for new ways and solutions. A thinker and a pioneer. You are meant to dream and implement. To move past illusions, find multiple ways and solutions to problems and situations. You are meant to be a dreamer and an idealist. Someone wise and diplomatic. Holding a lot of compassion and being devoted to the good and beautiful things in life. You are meant to become a person who can balance the head and the heart. Being of service to yourself and others is your cause and purpose in life. You are meant to use your knowledge and creativity for that. You are meant to help and support those around you who are hurt by bandaging them up and guiding them towards empathy. Helping others confront themselves and their lack of compassion and grace for themselves and others. You are meant to let your head and mind reach to the stars, yet stay grounded on the earth. Listening to your inner knowing and your attained wisdom to guide others through their journey. You are meant to be a guide because you have learned a lot and know a lot. 

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PILE 02 ➕

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CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

D, I, C, T, S, Aquarius, Venus, 6th House

Song: Out of luck - Tkay Maidza, Lolo Zouaï, Amber Mark

CARDS

Tarot: 7 of wands, the emperor, 6 of wands, 6 of cups

Oracle: hawk, athlete, the heir, sea turtle, advocate, the poet

WHO ARE YOU BECOMING NOW?

Hello, Pile 02, and welcome to your reading. You are becoming a person with a lot of stamina, capable of persevering through challenges and competition. You can protect yourself; you are willing to work on yourself and do the difficult things if it means that it helps you progress and grow. You are not backing away from a challenge; instead, you are running towards what scares you. I see you becoming someone who is disciplined and who creates stability and success. You can rely on yourself, and you take charge and control over your life by putting in the action needed to move forward. Truly impressive. You are also becoming more observant; you are taking in the information you can collect, and you are opening up your vision to any signs around you, guiding you, and relaying a message to you. It's like you have gotten rid of the blinders that kept you from seeing, and now you are going through life with 20/20 vision. You can determine your priorities and focus on them by eliminating any distractions. You are being honest with yourself and working with who you are instead of against you. You are aware of your 'weaknesses'. Honestly, the work you are putting in right now is truly valuable and opens up a bright future for yourself. You are allowing yourself to succeed. The person you are becoming is not afraid anymore of success, and you are stepping out of your way, ascending to new heights. Whatever limits you might have had before, you are transcending them. You are developing your willpower and strength of spirit, which makes you honestly unstoppable. You are now seeing your unseen potential, and you are wearing that crown without any hesitation.

WHO ARE YOU MEANT TO BECOME?

You are meant to be someone who is in harmony, in alignment, and able to pivot when need be. The person you are meant to become is a winner; you are meant to experience success, win, and gain public recognition for your efforts and fame. You are meant to progress, grow, and move forward. The person you are growing into is confident in themselves; you are meant to walk with your shoulders straight and your head held high. You are destined to be someone! The fame aspect can be global or related to your industry or community, but either way, you are meant to be acknowledged. You are predestined to be an inspiration. I feel like this heavily relates to childhood dreams and innocent intentions. You are meant to be someone joyful, someone who looks back on your life with happiness. You are supposed to be someone who holds a lot of goodwill and can reach out their hand to others with positivity and appreciation. I see you being meant to be a protector. You are destined to master finding life's flow and to be in harmony with the rhythm of life to unfold your path. You are supposed to become a hard-working person who perseveres. Your mastery of yourself will protect you and lead to a lot of happiness and fulfillment. You are meant to inspire others to put compassion into action as well as be an advocate, someone who uses their public attention and recognition to channel it into growth. To advocate for important causes that allow humanity as a whole to move forward and transform. Through your connections and through your words, you are meant to lead with vulnerability and honesty. With the feather pen, a part of this pile is certainly meant to become writers or public speakers of some sort. Some might become poets or musicians, too. 

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PILE 03 ➕

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CONFIRMATION

Signs and confirmation that this is your pile. This can be anything from your initials, astrological placements, significant messages or signs, places, songs, etc. Please use your discernment.

A, A, O, N, Aries, Mercury, 9th House

Song: is it new years yet? - Sabrina Carpenter

CARDS

Tarot: 9 of wands, 5 of wands, Knight of wands, 3 of cups

Oracle: dragonfly, mystic, the founder, owl, don Juan, the dancer

WHO ARE YOU BECOMING NOW?

Hello, Pile 03, and welcome to your reading. You are currently becoming resilient. Nothing can stop you as you courageously persist through whatever challenges you are met with. You are mastering setting boundaries, and you are guarding yourself and your peace. I do feel like you are becoming someone who does not shy away from conflict or opposition. Instead, you are welcoming diversity and opposing opinions to strengthen your muscles. What's interesting in your pile is how magic plays a big role both in who you are becoming now and who you are meant to become. The owl and the dragonfly are both associated with that keyword. You are openly embracing transformation and change. And you are courageously letting go of the past, allowing the magic of nature that is in you to highlight your brilliance and your blessings. I also see you embracing the divine more intimately in your life; take this however it resonates for you. For some, this talks about religion; for others, it talks about spirituality; and for another portion, it relates to practices such as tarot, etc. Either way, you are growing closer to the divine and embracing your inner wisdom. I see you also building something valuable and stable. You are founding something and birthing something brand new to you that has not existed before. I see you laying sustainable and stable foundations and building yourself a community that will last. You are heavily investing in your "village.". 

WHO ARE YOU MEANT TO BECOME?

Who you are meant to become is someone inspiring and energetic. Your future self is supposed to take inspired action and follow your intuition. You are meant to be impulsive and adventurous, spontaneous, and take on any challenge that presents itself to you and that you find interesting enough to face and engage in. I see you being meant to play an integral part in a community of people that you have built, creating new things together, brainstorming, and birthing something essential in union with other people. It could very well be a community of something. Either way, it's magical and relates to your inner vision and wisdom. You are meant to choose to see the truth and see through deception. You are destined to let the past go and make room for a better life, so you can experience the good life. The person you are meant to become is supposed to rise because magic and wisdom are your birthright. I also feel like you are meant to lean into your seductive qualities. You are charming and persuasive; own that. You are destined to be free and to dance to your beat. Self-expression and inner strength are really big factors in who you are meant to become. To show up authentically in a one-size-fits-all world takes a lot of courage and strength, and you are destined to do exactly that. Show your true self and follow your intuition; it will never lead you astray. 

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[pintrestgrl]

Dad!Rafe anon here 👋🏻 I love, love, love what you wrote and it was literally the perfect length! tysm 🫶🏻

Could you please write something for reader with a sports injury x JJ in a college AU? I'm imagining her having a limp or something and JJ's always wondered what that's about, but her bsf told him not to ask and when she finally opens up to him he's super understanding and sweet ❤️‍🩹

(also do you think I could claim an emoji to put at the end of my asks? I like this one 🪼)

sigh the way i wrote this and was literally done and then it deleted. i’m so sad omg. also i don’t know if i like how i wrote this but we live we laugh we love. anyways yes hii 🪼 anon !! i love u and i love this idea it’s so creative. i hope u like itt !!

also think of reader as mysterious black swan!reader kinda, like she’s obsessed with the sport. like unhealthily.

jj maybank x sport injury!reader in college au

he’d watch you from a distance, wondering why the hell this pretty girl was always limping around campus. it was just a wonder for a bit, until he found himself infatuated with you.

he began watching you more inbetween classes, asking your mutual friends about you. asking them about what happened to your leg, but they’d advise him heavily not to ask.

he listened, for a while. but he really just couldn’t get you out of his head, and he had no idea why.

he’d watch you even closer, pondering and narrowing down the reason why you were limping like that.

he couldn’t stop and just let it go, no. not until he figured what was up with you.

he was heavily, almost unhealthily, obsessed with the idea of you.

so, he impulsively approached you one rainy day after class, without thinking.

“hi.” he’d bluntly say, causing confusion to cross your face.

“hello?”

“why haven’t we talked? what’s different about you? and what happened to your leg?”

you tensed up at the last question, quickly averting your gaze elsewhere.

“um, i just- got hurt.”

“hurt from what?”

you didn’t want to answer, and he could tell. you looked uncomfortable, and hesitant to reply.

“dance. ballet, actually.”

“ballet? you do ballet?”

he’d ask, a quick look of uncertainty crossing his face.

“did. i did ballet.”

“what happened?”

“um, really- it’s a long story. and i don’t know why you care.”

you’d say, clearly trying to get out of this conversation. however, he needed to know. hell, he already gained the courage to go up to you.

“i care because i care. and i have time. so sit down and tell me. please.”

“fine. let’s sit then.”

you’d say, rolling your eyes, clearly not pleased with this.

you’d sit down on a wet bench he had laid his jacket down on for you, thoroughly explaining to him the story of how, and why you had to stop.

you’d tell him about how you’ve been doing ballet since you were a child, and how it was all you did. you loved the sport, and were heavily obsessed with it.

you’d explain to him how you had gotten chosen for a role, in the ballet play you’ve been obsessed with since you were a kid. you practiced and practiced for months, and finally the night came.

you were nervous, trembling and shaking from the anxiety, and also due to the lack of food you had that day. the role had a lot of physical and mental toll on your body, and you could tell.

you told him how you went on, and performed, until mid dance. you landed wrong on a leap, tearing your acl.

you were fine now, medically. but not having a personality outside of ballet, was present. you were unhealthily obsessed with the sport, and you didn’t know what to do.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t know that.”

he’d blurt out, while you were mid sentence, finishing up explaining why you had that limp.

“are you okay?”

“yes, i’m fine. i just- miss it, i guess.”

thoughts ran through his mind at what you might of looked like dancing, jumping and turning around the stage.

“why’d you ask?”

he was snapped out of his thoughts at your pretty voice, opening his mouth to speak.

“because you’re interesting.”

“i’m interesting?”

“yeah. really interesting.”

“you’re interesting too, jj.”

you’d say, averting your gaze as a smile crossed your face while you spoke his name.

he raised his eyebrows at this, a smirk coming onto him.

“you actually know my name?”

[nightcolorz]

The first season is very sexually charged with the objectification of Armand (Rashid), did you notice that too?

Literally the way Daniel and Louis discuss Armand in front of him, as if he is not in the room with them: his taste, weight (damn... Armand is literally a little shocked with his quiet “what?..”, Louis offers to try his blood, and it sounds ambiguous. If you don’t know the context, the question “would u like to sample” sounds with sexual overtones. Daniel refuses, citing medication. And all this time no one asks Armand what he wants. As if, if Daniel had agreed, Armand would have had no say in the matter. Like... Wow

YES OMGG!!!! Thank u for this ask, I think about this literally all the time. Obviously Armand is my favorite character so before s2 came out the only thing I rlly liked about amc iwtv was this specific aspect lol. (I rewatched the would u like to sample scene more then any scene in the first season). I actually had a theory before s2 came out that the reason they act like this with “rashid” is bcus Louis and Armand are doing this strange bdsm public humiliation thing that Louis is dictating as a form of spite against Armand for their shitty relationship, and Armand is participating bcus of his trauma that tells him he is meant to be in a sub dynamic like that, and boy I was wayyyy more right then I thought I would be.

I think the rashid thing was an incredibly genius way to both set up and foreshadow Louis and Armand’s dynamic, and to set up how Armand’s trauma functions before we even truly knew who Armand was. It’s honestly so smart.

I’ve always thought the way Louis treats and talks about Armand as rashid was fucked up 😭 and I’m so surprised and delighted to see my interpretation validated. Right it’s so objectifying and hard to watch, the way Daniel is clearly kind of participating is awful too (rent boy cough). Clearly Armand is not into it 😭. I don’t think him being uncomfortable was in some way part of the act.

my theory is that Louis and Armand’s relationship had become very hostile and cold pre interview (which prompts Louis to want to do the interview). And Armand is entirely against the idea of the interview and it rlly makes him stressed and upset and angry, bcus he is afraid of Louis uncovering memories and leaving him, he’s afraid of Louis publishing the book and being put in danger, he’s afraid of himself being put on display for ppl to read about, etc. Louis is rlly mad about Armand being so against smth that means a lot to him, so I image he tells him to just mf leave if he is so bothered by it. And Armand is immediately like NO NO NO ILL STAY, bcus Louis doing the interview without him there to supervise is just sm worse. And Armand is Like, I refuse to be on record that’s my one boundary. And Louis is like well I have just the idea actually, that would prevent u from being on record and allow u to snoop around and watch. Enter bdsm role play/stupid human disguise that is purely spite driven. Amazing show wtf

[maxiemcsoda]

Hand over some Teruya/Kinji headcanons‼️

hihi! sorry for takin so long on this!! i was doing splatoons grand festival all weekend!!

but yes i can give u some of my thoughts on these guys >:)

adding a read more bc it got a little long whoopsie

ok so first off! my sexuality + gender hcs for them;

- kinji is transmasc and nonbinary (they/he) and he's gay (mlm, nblm, nblnb), his identity causes him some distress due to his role in the church and his father being generally unaccepting of queer identities (he also hides his true identity when at home, hopes peak is the first time hes publicly himself)

- teruya is agender (he/him) and gay as well, he does not struggle with his identity, but he did take a while to realize he only liked boys/non-women. he rly thought his dad wanted him to marry a woman, but it turns out his dad is very pan and doesnt care who he dates as long as hes happy :)

ive got a couple different scenarios that i have different scenarios based on what happens in them and ill just list some stuff from all of em

firstly the general stuff that happens no matter what !

- teruya is initially appealing to kinji simply because he's loud but not in your face about it (usually), kinji also really respects that teruya stands very firm on his beliefs

- teruya also has a really good memory, so he remembers gifts and things that kinji likes, he just gives him stuff he likes every now and then, and kinji finds it really sweet

- teruya also makes silly accessories for kinji, theyre all tacky and rainbow themed but he doesnt mind :)

- they both really enjoy healthy food so they end up bonding over that

- kinji eventually gets adopted into teruyas friend group (haru, satsuki, kiyoka), they got along in the gambling extra event (minus kiyoka), so i think theyd be friends!

- kinji ends up close with kiyoka who can see right through him, she KNOWS he likes teruya, but she wont pressure him (too much)

- also teruya just thinks that kinji is so pretty :)

next up is the stuff i have for the ch 3 survivor au (i will get/have gotten to a lot of this in art, so ill probably have less here)

- teruya is initially stuck with kinji because he is the only one who has medical knowledge (they say this ingame), and due to this he ends up being the closest with kinji

- despite teruyas lil breakdown in ch 4, kinji still ends up defending him in the trial due to having gone through something similar previously, and this is kinda when it clicks for real that teruya might like kinji more than he thought

- they both bond over how much they value family, teruya with his dad and kinji with the church kids being the most valued people in their lives. they both respect this about each other immensely over it

- teruya and kinji grow closer after being kind of outcasted in ch 5. teruya had recently lost his two friends, and tsurugi, rei, akane, yuki, and mikako are either standoffish, not willing to get close, or out of commission for one reason or another. they get much closer in this chapter

- they dont actually become a thing until after they escape

now i have stuff that happened if there was no killing game

- without the killing game, they would just be more of acquaintances longer, since the game isnt there to push them to interact

- eventually kinji is the first to realize he does like teruya, and this causes Internal Religious Conflict for him. being a catholic priest means that you cannot love anyone above anyone else your love must be equal. along with this, if kinji chooses to stop being a priest while in high school, he will no longer be able to attend hope's peak, as he would basically be giving up his title.

- kinji suffers from religious trauma, despite the fact that he finds comfort in his religion. this is because most of the guilt weighing on him is caused by his father, so they are rather estranged.

- this trauma isnt something thats fixed relatively easily, but to keep it short, teruya does eventually try to help him become his own person and cope with the trauma. teruya's free spirit really helps this.

- after graduation, kinji would likely prefer to be a pastor over a priest so he can have more freedom with romance.

- he also ends up working at otori mart with teruya, and they have a lil garden together at their home :)

one more extra thing! topic of marriage and kids!

- in any au where kinji lives, so like all of the above, teruya is intending to ask kinji to marry him, its just whether or not the killing games happening defines if he gets to or not

- when they do marry, kinji takes teruya's last name

- in a very specific branch of the kinji survivor au, which i call foundation baby au (this au hinges on mikado never starting the sdra2 killing game), kinji and teruya have a child (through a surrogate mother, setsuka!) named Takara!

- teruya wants to be a good dad like his father, and kinji already likes to take care of children, so its only natural that theyd want one of their own

- Takara calls teruya "papa" and kinji "daddy"

- they raise takara in a way where they can choose their identity and whether or not they believe in religion. takara has found out that they identify as nonbinary and gay (like fathers like child) and that they do want to take part in kinji's religion, they just dont do it as much

- takara interacts with everyone at the kisaragi foundation in some way, theyre like their big mostly-happy family!

- kinji and teruya are very good parents!!

[deadangelzz]

heyyyyy :3

regarding ur ask game u rbed - im super duper interested in DID n have recurring hyperfixations on it (in the most normal way possible i promise i just have a special interest in psychology sobbing)

pls answer literally any questions u like i dont wanna type out every individual one........ thank u ily

(Answers to some questions below the cut! :D)

Just so no assumptions are made, I feel like I should start by saying that our experience isn’t the same as every other systems experience! This is just what our personal experience with being a system is like! I’m sure you’re already aware of that but sometimes it’s not always at the forefront of people’s minds when talking about CDDs…

❤️ - What type of CDD do you have?

We’re a polyfragmented DID system! Polyfragmentation is when a system has an overall more complex structure (easily splitting sometimes from “every day stress”, complex innerworlds/headspaces, more specific roles beyond caretaker or trauma holder, etcetera) than a non-polyfrag system! It’s not a medically recognized term as far as we’re aware but you can find more info about them on tumblr too! A lot of systems like us go more in depth about their experience as a polyfrag system!

📼 - Do you have any non-human alters? If yes, which species are the majority of them?

We have a lot of non-human alters! We have a couple of moth people (if that’s even what you would call them?? even they don’t really seem to know LMAO), a whole bunch of demons for some reason, and some that aren’t really able to be explained and are just kind of nothing and also everything?

🎞️ - Do the alters in your system use more medical coined roles or more community coined roles? Or both/neither? Do you find them useful?

We use a mixture of both! We’ve found that community coined roles help us understand our jobs a lot better and the overall relationship some of the more job-oriented alters have with the system!

🎙️- Does the taste in music vary a lot between different alters?

I would say so! I think we all enjoy the same music but our preferences are also different. Some of us like death metal and on the opposite end of the spectrum some of us love trashy 2000s pop

⚡️ - What does switching feel like for you? Does it vary between alters?

I’m not sure if it really varies between alters but I think for the most part in my experience switching feels like a disconnection from the mind and body. I can’t really keep one train of thought or remember anything that happened after switching

🌱 - Do you have a headspace? If yes, describe it!

We do have a headspace! It’s split up into different neighborhoods or sections where different alters live. As far as I’m aware these aren’t really split up for any real organizational reason anyone can go to and from different sections if they want!

🍫 - How does your system handle in system disagreements in general?

The way we handle it almost entirely depends on the alter. Some alters we put in a get along shirt and some we have to hold them back from doing something stupid /lh

I hope this was informative in some way! It was a lot of fun to answer these!

(also I love your blog so much…hilson posts keep me thriving)

-Stacey, Gwen

[caspersscareschool]

imagine im sending all the emojis under Character Specific - i love when u talk about the versions of the turtles that exist in ur mind, theyre canon to me (has never watched the show or any movie)

you are the realest one out there I'm so serious. under cut because that's a lot of questions

first of all: she/her leo, he/it raph, he/him donnie, any/all mikey but mostly he/him unless the situation calls for it

🥊 Does Raph have anger issues? If so, how does Raph deal with his anger?

i guess you could say that it does, but its issues have more to do with the guilt and fear associated with feeling or expressing anger on any level. he relies a lot on leo's constant emotional support

🧶 Does Raph knit?

no, but yoshi sews. raph's hobbies include raising butterflies and stag beetles, planting herbs and then forgetting to water them and crying when they die a week later, basketball, and lacrosse (but only with leo). he also has a hamster named daisy whom he would kill himself for without a moment's hesitation

🗣️ Is your Leo the leader? Has he always been?

...there's not really a "leader" since that's not how families work in real life, but she's generally the dubious voice of reason and the one who carries everybody's water bottles and medications and whathaveyou. she resents this position a little but doesn't have the self awareness to confront it

🔥 Is Leo accident prone? Especially in the kitchen?

no ❤️ she's not good at cooking because she is too afraid of failure to put any effort towards building skills that don't come naturally to her, so if it was her job to cook dinner she'd just dump a bunch of hot sauce and tuna and jelly and cheese and gravy in a pot and go heheheyhehheehhehehe Soup👍

🔬 Is Donnie only interested in Tech?

I'm not entirely clear on what this question means. he has other interests outside stem, but in my verse his focus is much more on computer science and mechanical engineering than any other field of science, so he kind of doesn't gaf about biology or anything organic or "squishy." if that was the question. other interests include grindcore music, transformers, my little pony (the toys), swimming, gambling, arguing on forums, sculpting, 3d animation, girls, and other things.

🤖 Does your Donnie have a robot child?

Grins really huge.

🎨 Is Mikey the artist of the family?

yes but he's best at cartoons and graffiti and abstract designs. he also makes his own music (mostly experimental hip-hop). donnie is a far better representational artist, but he doesn't consider his work "art" since he doesn't have mikey's imagination or eye for color and he pays mikey disgusting amounts of dubiously-sourced money to draw his pngtuber rantsona. mikey in turn spends this money on fancy cheese

😈 Is Mikey a little shit?

what more is there to say. Yes

🐀 Was Splinter a human or an animal before he was mutated?

human. but don't worry about it

🧑‍🍼 How does Splinter raise the boys?

Jesus. i really don't know how to get into this without copy/pasting 3 pages of backstory from my notes doc. he did his best that's all i can say

💏 Does/Did Splinter have a significant other?

he had a weird bisexual thing. which is different. i can't disclose more at this time

🎤 Is April a reporter?

april is a first-year undergrad majoring in journalism and minoring in environmental science. she interns at her college newspaper, and lately has been going to dangerous lengths to uncover her "big break" so they'll let her do more than edit the crossword

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Is April considered a sibling?

she's like. okay. april is an integral part of their family, AND. she's also really not a surrogate/adopted/found sister in a literal sense. yoshi isn't her dad, and her relationship with the turtles is quite distinct from their relationship with each other as siblings, but it's still just as important, because she's family. like, found family outside of any traditional nuclear family roles. she's their best friend and they're her home away from home

🏒 Does Casey play hockey?

casey is such a minor character in my verse right now that it's actually kind of hysterical that they'd be on this list. they used to play, yeah.

🦸 Is Casey a vigilante?

they are a serial murderer.

[unnecessaryligatures]

Dave time!! Twitter is limiting how many tweets people can view now (🙄) so I am parking myself here (this will be thoughts about #davebenjo day 7, episodes 8-10 session 2; I'll edit the content under the cut as we go)

Dave continues to be wrong about Bridglar

Bridglar domestic at home real!! Also the way Dave talks about "when they get home"..."when they get home they'll find a way to live together"...dave...I'm sorry to tell you this...

I want to watch the terror camp panel about what medically went wrong

I also hope we get a terror camp talk about Silna's family. I love how much I'm learning about her culture just from these questions

two-spirit silna!!!

Dave being so strongly affected by Christos's monologue!! dave!! dave!!! Also he's right, Paul's acting in that scene with his eyes was amazing

"How do you create such a supportive environment on set?" 🥺🥺🥺

"Actors think out loud a lot" lmao

Scripts show them bus stops on their journey, and the actors have to figure out how to get from point A to point B. If the script isn't helping them, they can't figure out how to get from point A to point B, and then it's Dave's job to get them back on track.

Dave talking about how much he loves actors and will do anything for them 🥺🥺🥺

The director and showrunner's roles are to talk to the actors and find out what they need, then be as flexible as possible to give that to them

Episode 9 as a montage...damn

Dave's answer to the "when does Hickey become irredeemable" question...it's when he sees the hill they're going to camp beneath! Yes! Yes!! This is when he no longer acts to save himself, but thinks he can access the Netsilik mythology. The transgression that is actually unforgivable! I love that

Why didn't Hickey show signs of poisoning after eating Goodsir? They did have shots of Adam cramping, but no good ones so they skipped them. Adam had some explanation for why he wouldn't be as affected but Dave didn't really get it

Me: Hickey had probably experienced worse in his terrible childhood

Also me: Cramping? Trans Hickey real

A disaster exposes what's best and worst in us, often at the same time

Dave has only watched the show 8 or 10 times XD I definitely thought it would be more, but I guess that's a lot when you also wrote it, edited the script, were there when it was filmed, and edited the footage after

Ohhh no, in Goodsir's last moments, he thinks about the things that brought him joy, not people

Tuunbaq's death: intentionally put Anglican church music over his death to be the most offensive, in the sense that it's from Crozier's POV and he believes he is the main character and just vanquished a foe, not realizing that he just killed the main character (!!!)

Taking notes of ensemble horror films with naturalistic characters that Dave mentions: Black Christmas, The Fog

Dave is fine with his work being in the "missed by most, but fiercely loved by some" category: good!!

The setting itself can be scary if it's a horror setting (e.g. a haunted house); The Terror is like that. Pen in the chat: "also a haunted house to some is a home to others!" Yes!!

Dave might have originated the "Dundy" nickname for Le Vesconte XD It makes sense to him that JFJ would dole out nicknames. Yes!!

Oh nooooo they did ask the "body retains sensation after death" when Silna sees Goodsir....no....no!!!

"If you take 128 men, one of them is bound to have killed someone" 😂

"I think he dislikes murder in some respects" 🥺 thank u dave. Hickey has been in a horror story for years before the story starts...!!! The general idea that Hickey is just so tired of having to murder as was mentioned last week lmao

To understand Gibson, think of someone who knows he is just as good as someone in university but knows he will never get that opportunity. Ugghhhh dave talking about Gibson's intelligence always makes me !!!

"I don't fuck with how people pray, how they love, and how they grieve" ❤️

Love this question about the laundry!! Completely missed the longjohns. This is so interesting. I love that there's always more to explore in this show

Dave cracking up talking about Herodotus 😂 it comes highly recommended

So appreciate the question about who would have taken the "opportunity to participate in cannibalism" ldfkads (my kind of question)

POLL TIME

[mollish-art]

Hi same anon who wrote the revive niki ask I really enjoy the whole study on bodily autonomy and the continuing fridge horror of having that be so irrevocably violated that death is honestly a reasonable and respected desire and could very well be interpreted as a happy ending. However I also think it’s cool to speculate on how these characters would exist out of showfall. What accommodations would Niki or Ranboo need to live comfortably in a home? Pain medication? Specialized methods of communication given that ranboo can’t really use sign language (could they?) and Niki can’t read braille? Does Niki need water or could she slither around on carpet and hardwood? Would ejther need aid in the form of mobility devices?

also why was Niki just singing in the middle of nowhere and trying to lure people , is that just behavior showfall had her do for plot reasons? Is she also motivated by constant hunger like ranboo and this is how she lures prey? Is she just on a murder spree because why tf not at this point? Is her perception being altered?

For starters, both U!Niki and U!Ranboo would need to be extraordinarily wealthy to afford the operations they would need to 'restabilize' themselves. And it would also depend on just how much they would want to attempt to 'fit in' with the rest of society.

U!Niki would likely want to replace her hands and tail with standard human-looking prosthetics. But even then, it's not just her legs which have been removed, but everything from her waist downwards, so her entire excretory system would have to be replaced somehow (I haven't done enough research to know what real-world alternatives there may be). She would likely end up in a wheelchair. There's the additional issues of her blindness, although she could benefit from having a guide dog of some kind. But she would not be able to read brail with her hands, I'm afraid, so she would have to make use of other forms of assistive technology.

Ranboo would probably have an easier time of re-adjusting. He would likely just replace his forearms and forelegs with standard prosthetics, but would need to have a lot of orthopedic/physical therapy, especially with his back. He would probably need the aid of a mobility device, at least until he adjusts. As for U!Ranboo's mask, he would probably keep most of what Showfall has already implemented (since it's not just his jaws that have been altered but the whole area from his cheeks to his larynx) as that has already been fitted perfect for him. He would probably just seek to replace the segmented mandibles with something resembling a regular human jaw, and then just use a mask to cover up that part of his face (like CC!Ranboo does now). As for communication, he would probably seek to learn sign language.

As for your last questions regarding U!Niki singing before Charlie and Sneeg encountered her, I partially answered that in another ask just before this. Showfall programmed her to lie in wait in this area, allowing her to believe that the only people she would encounter would be Showfall employees. Regardless of her programming, however, U!Niki no longer believes that anyone would help her, anyway (after all, no one did anything back in the warehouse to prevent her death). Much like U!Ranboo, she's accepted the violent role Showfall has forced upon her, but wants to get back at those who made her this way in the first place. So yes: she sings to lure in potential victims, although she never would have imagined that those victims would be people who actually want to help her. In a word, she's given up hope, and believes that the only thing she is capable of receiving now is, if not freedom and salvation, revenge.

[joshscurlyhair]

☽ 𝕕𝕣. 𝕛𝕞𝕜 - 𝕛𝕠𝕤𝕙 ☽ [𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥]

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: oral, fingering, dirty talk

Word count: 1.5k

Shoutout to @angelqueen99 for the Inspo! 🫶🏼

“Shit shit I’m gonna be late and on the first day”

I say scattering and fumbling in my car dropping some things as I rush to get in the building I was just hired in. I then got myself together and started walking towards the building, I took one deep breath in and headed inside as I met eyes with the receptionist.

“Hi! Do you have an appointment?”

She says looking at me as she presses computer keys typing away

“Oh um no, I was actually hired and today is my first day. I’m y/n..”

I say making a nervous smile

“Oh-yes! Come on in, I’ll buzz you in”

She says then buzzing the door as I open it and walk in. I scan my eyes throughout the place being met with beautiful lights, medical equipment.

Wow everything is so neat and clean looking

“y/n?-“

I jolt from the abrupt unfamiliar deep voice. I look in front of me and see a man with white shirt, pants and some glasses.

Wow he’s beautiful

I feel my cheeks get hot the more I stare at him. I bring my hands up to my cheeks trying to hide it.

“U-um yes nice to meet you doctor”

He takes my hand and kisses it

“Pleasures all mine pretty”

I blush even harder than I already was

“Alright y/n you can follow me I’ll show you what you’ll be doing”

He says as I follow him to the side of the room which contained of some computers, printers and other equipment

“Okay so you’re role is basically just using the computer and helping me keeping track of the patients I go to-oh you also greet the patients, get their intake on why their coming in today. Then afterwards say that I’ll be shortly with them. Make sense?”

He finishes as I give a small smile and nod

“Alright! Well if you have any questions I’ll just always be in my office, looks like first appointment is in an hour. You’ll see them on the websites when their ready”

He says as he gives a cheeky smile and walks off to his office room which was on the side of the receptionist area. I then started to log onto the computer as well as the iPads provided. Once all of the websites were set up on my computer and iPad I started to wait for the first patient to arrive to greet them.

As time went by I look at the time as it read, 11:30 am

She should be here any minute

I started to prepare and grab my iPad waiting for her name to turn green to show she’s ready. When she turned green I clicked the text option next to it to let her know she’s next. I then headed towards the door getting ready to call her name

“Jessica”

I called out and see her getting up, I give a brief smile

“Hi there, how are you?”

I say greeting politely

“Good, yourself?”

“Good as well”

I say then walking her towards her room I placed her in. She comes in as I closed the door behind her

“Have a seat anywhere you’d like”

I say as she goes ahead and does that

“Can I just have you verify your birthday and your last name?”

I say sitting down as she tells me her last name and date of birth, seeing if her chart matches which it did

“Great and what brought you in today?”

I say looking at her about to type

She then tells me about why she’s in as I type away on my iPad. Once I was finished I sat up and told her the doctor will be in shortly. I sat back down where I was sitting before and made the exam room color blue on the site indicting the room is ready for dr. jmk. I then hear a door open and see the doctor heading into the room. I blush at the sight of him, he’s so cute

I went on the schedule and see two more patients that are ready

Damn this is quick paced

I then grabbed the next two patients and did the same process. Once I came out I sat down again and waited for dr. jmk to be done with the first room so I was able to clean it afterwards. I look on the schedule once more and didn’t see anymore patients for a while. I went on my phone and scrolled on social media for a bit

I then hear a sudden moan

Huh? Wtf was that?

I then furrow my eyebrows confused as I try to listen again. I heard again a louder moan. My eyes grew wide looking at the receptionist who was close by me

“I know, he’s a great doctor”

She says

The door then opens reveling dr. jmk as he slightly fixes his glasses. He notices me looking at him in shock and winks and heads into the next room

That same door opens again as the lady comes out with her hair messy and starts to slightly limp

“Have a nice day! Make another appointment soon!”

The receptionist says to her as she nods

Um did what just happen think what just happened?

I then stood up grabbed the cleaning spray and headed into the room that was clearly more hot in temperature, chairs messed up and out of place. I then sprayed everywhere and rearranged the chairs

I came out of the room blowing a piece of hair out of my face then sitting back down

The same process then began since closing time which was 5pm

“Goodnight guys!”

The receptionist says as I say goodnight back and smile

I then went up to dr. jmk’s office and knocked

“Come in”

I then come in and see him on his phone then looking up at me

“Hi y/n, sooo how do you like it?”

He says smiling

“I like it”

I say shyly smiling

He cheers

“But u-um what’s with the moaning coming from the rooms?”

I say as he now looks at me with a smirk

“We’ll, I am a specialist doctor that well.. specifically specializes in making others feel good when they have been in distress for some amounts of time..”

He says as my face heats up. I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together tightly trying to not get wet from the thoughts I’m having right now

“O-oh”

Is all I could manage to say

He smirks once more and stands up, “Well since you’re not familiar with it do you mind if I show you?”

I then shake my head showing I don’t mind

He then lifts me up and places me on his desk. He traces a finger along my thighs as I get wetter and wetter

“I can tell you’re already so wet love, this is how you should be treated”

He says gently in my ear as I felt his hot breath sending shivers down my spine

He then places his hand underneath my panties as I take a sharp inhale. He runs circles around my clit as I slightly moan

“So wet all for me huh mama? This is really how you should be aroused”

He says as he then taking off my panties. He kneels down and kisses my thighs getting so close to my pussy

“D-doctor?-“

“Please love call me Josh”

He says smirking in between my legs

“J-Josh please lick me”

I whine out already wanting him so bad and getting wetter and wetter

He smirks and gently places his warm tongue on my clit. I hiss and moan feeling his warm wet tongue on my clit

“I haven’t even started licking you mama and you’re already a moaning mess”

He says as he starts to move his tongue up and down making me hold his head trying to make him go deeper. His tongue goes in between my folds then slowly entering a finger in me and starts to slowly pump. I bite my lip trying not to scream

“C’mon mama use your words on how good I make you feel”

He says as I struggle to let out words

“F-fuck Josh please faster I’m gonna cum”

I say as my breathing gets faster begging for him to go faster

“Such a pretty pink pussy getting fingered fucked”

He says kissing my clit

Josh then pumps his fingers in and out of me faster and faster as my moaning and cries start to get disoriented

“Cum all over my fingers mama”

“Oh my go- Josh” I moan out finishing as I cum and cream all over his fingers

He brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them tasting my arousal

“Very well job y/n.. Well you can let me know when you need to be pleasured again beautiful”

He says coming up and kissing you my cheek 

“Goodnight y/n, drive safe see you tomorrow”

He says then walking off leaving me shaking still in his office

Holy shit

[thecloserkin]

fic rec: Baby Blue by Edwardina

fandom: Supernatural

pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

word count: 12k

Is it explicit: yes

Bottom line: absolute masterclass in how to write the “xyz cursed object made them do it” genre

This is a bunker-era story in which Sam is compelled to suck on a cursed pacifier and in the process of racing to unravel the curse, Feelings are unlocked! Idk how Edwardina takes the most outlandish premises and makes the sex not just hot but tenderhot, but they do and they deserves all the accolades for it. It’s because they unfailingly seize upon the precise detail that shows why this sex scene can only be happening between Sam and Dean, because they’re samanddean not just any two generic hot dudes.

So this pacficier. Sam can’t take it out of his mouth for more than a few seconds at a time. Not to eat, not to drink, not to talk, not to sleep. Dean’s initial big-brother instinct is to rib Sam relentlessly about it the way he would if Sam did anything else mildly embarrassing—and being Dean, he comes up with some real creative ways to make fun of Sam. I was holding my stomach I was laughing so hard. Dean’s second instinct, however, is to take care of Sam—and he does it not so much consciously (the way all the jokes he cracks at Sam’s expense are conscious) as because it’s hardwired into him. Because there is a lot of stuff Sam can’t do in this compromised state. For example: Dean drives him to the park so he can go for a run. Since runners get dehydrated really fast Sam literally needs Dean to hold the pacifier out of his grasp so he can gulp down water. This scene made me u n b e l i e v a b l y delicate, and the reason is that Dean 100% does not realize that he is getting off on being Sam’s caretaker but we the readers 100% do and the tension is enough to make me combust. Same with the scenes of Dean feeding Sam soup or spaghetti-o’s—it’s a deliberate callback to a bygone era when Dean did inhabit that caretaker role, but the reason these scenes hit so hard is because they are grown ass men and Sam no longer needs Dean to take care of him as he once did. Except now, apparently, temporarily, he does. See what I mean about the presence of the pacifier unlocking feelings?

Sorry to be a broken record about this but Edwardina is a fucking genius. This paragraph literally made me stop reading and scream YAHTZEE out loud:

They went to the park, just as Dean had pitched, and Sam started jogging in place the instant he was out of the car. A medical mask hid his pacifier from the prying eyes of other preschoolers and their guardians. Dean kind of got a kick out of knowing it was just underneath the mask, though. It was kind of like when Lisa had worn crotchless panties under her little black dress.

So the thing about sex toys—and the pacifier is not a sex toy but hear me out here—is that it’s not the toy itself that makes the sex hot. It’s the cognizance that your partner is wearing/using the toy for you. Maybe it’s a butt plug or maybe it’s panties (Edwardina has written wincest featuring both), doesn’t matter what it is, the point is that Dean’s the only one in the know, Dean’s the only one who knows about Sam and his perverted relationship to this object.

So Castiel calls Dean out and the penny begins to drop for Dean, that he is enjoying Sam’s reliance on him maybe a little more than is healthy:

"Then I suggest you give working with Sergei on this some serious thought," said Castiel. "Or would you damn your brother? Force him to rely on you for every bite of food? Every sip of water? Would you rather consign him to this life, and yourself along with him? Or would you actually like to help him?"

Later on, in the leadup to the sex scene:

”God. I'm actually gonna miss this," Dean said, and blustered through a contrite laugh. His throat felt thick.

The sucking paused. "Hm?"

Whatever Sam was asking, Dean said, "It's been rough on you, I know. But, uh... we got kind of a good routine going, here. Like old times. You. Me. Cinnamon Toast Crunch for dinner. I Dream of Jeannie on our stolen cable."

This!!! This is why we had all those earlier scenes of Dean feeding Sam grilled cheese and making him drink out of a sippy cup! Consciously he may have chosen the sippy cup to escalate his one-sided prank war on Sam, but subconsciously it was to reinforce his position as Sam’s caretaker. The subtext of Dean’s actions here is very you need something, you get it from ME. Okay back to the sex scene:

"Don't you worry. No matter how this plays out, I'm gonna take care of you," Dean told him. "You're my baby brother. Don't care how old we get. You're my baby. My baby boy. Always gonna be."

and that’s the line of dialogue that induces a tent in Sam’s pants. Cue reciprocal blow jobs because of COURSE this ends in blowjobs, how else could a fic that is so preoccupied with Sam’s oral fixation logically conclude???

I do not think I can overstate the significance of Sam choosing to take the pacifier out of his mouth long enough to blow Dean. It’s the most difficult thing he can possibly do right now, to stop sucking that thing and suck Dean instead, and Sam applies the same grim determination to it as he does everything else he undertakes in his life, and Dean sees and appreciates it so much:

Staring down at him, Dean could see the effort it was taking not to go back to the paci in the pull of Sam's brow. But he was the opposite of offended about that. If anything, that only made it obvious what Sam wanted, because if left to his own devices, Sam wouldn't even eat, wouldn't drink, wouldn't voluntarily do anything that took the pacifier from his mouth.

And this:

Not the most expert head Dean had ever been given. But easily, so fucking easily, it was the best of his entire life, just because Sam was the one giving it. There wasn't even any competition. Dean was close to losing it then and there. He didn't want to. Not yet. But he also couldn't handle what was happening. He was inside Sammy's mouth, and Sam was slurping at his cockhead, lapping at it –

But then it all stopped, and Sam yammered, "Wait, please wait," and stuffed the pacifier back into his mouth with a pained cry. Distress marred his forehead.

Dean's dick was disappointed. But the rest of him ached with tenderness. He could totally ignore the almost painful knife of arousal in his gut if Sam could ignore fucking soul-powered magic in favor of blowing him for even a few seconds.

Wahhhhhh!! This fic made my heart soar so hard. The author says they had the time of their life writing this and if you, reader, don’t have the time of your life reading it then I, your humbler reccer, will personally refund the twenty minutes of your life that it took you to read it.

[killian-whump]

How do you think the Coven of Colin would behave if one of them were to end up getting married (probably a Hook or maybe Brennan because of the amount of absolute bad boys Colin has played who aren't the most ethical where romance is concerned)? How chaotic would the stag/bachelor night be? Which of the coven would be best man?

I know Preacher Peter technically did get married, but hoodwinking a lass into a river ritual isn't a proper wedding. Just saying 😜

Wait... It's not?

Peter is shook. I mean, there was a river and everything. God himself told Peter it was proper and legal and everything important. And, you know, she didn't not not say she wasn't into it or anything. He's very upset with you right now, I hope you know.

Anyway, we'll leave him to his indignation. He'll settle down eventually and forgive you, I'm sure.

Now... Who would be the groom? I think you have a good idea there with Brennan. Although I feel like Ben would be another option. After how overdramatic he was when his girlfriend left him, I suspect he'd be putting a ring on her finger as soon as she'd allow him to in the hopes that won't happen again.

But I feel like Ben would take one look at the rest of the Coven and decide to elope or at least not tell them about the nuptials. In fact, I've decided just this moment that this is why Ben doesn't tend to play much of a role in Coven gatherings. It's not at all that I have a tendency to forget about him or anything; it's totally that he's such a normal guy and they're all so... not. He tends to duck out of meetings and such, what with pirates carousing and wizards casting spells and people pleading for medical help because they no longer have functioning knees.

I mean, I dunno. That all seems normal to me 🤷‍♀️

So anyway! Back to our groom. Brennan seems like a good choice, but I wouldn't want him to marry Nora (she's no good for him!) and we don't have any other canon interests for him. I don't think we can give Colin Characters new love interests if they don't have them in their own canon. That feels like it might be against the rules somehow. I mean, unless its each other. But, you know, that gets reported on by our special correspondents.

Anyhow, maybe we should stick with Hook, since he actually did get married in canon.

["So did I!" shouts Peter from the corner he's sulking in.

But nobody asked him, of course.]

So we'll look to what the Coven did for Killian's nuptials to answer your question. Let's see... It looks like Old Hook kept the notes for this event. At least until they turned into a drunken scrawl at the end. You'll note that this was at the tail end of S6, before we met Old Hook again in S7 and learned he had stopped drinking.

["I wasn't drunk, love," Old Hook informs us. "I was delightfully u~n~u~s~u~a~l."]

Well, whatever the case, he seemed to have a nice time at his other self's bachelor party, which was thrown for him by his other other self, Captain Jones. Divested of his orderly ways by the loss of his brother and his newfound embrace of piracy, but not yet as angsty as he'll be when his first true love is snuffed out before his very eyes... Captain Jones throws one hell of a party. On the Jolly, of course, with all the rum and saucy bar wenches you could ask for.

["And goat's milk!" chirps Cowardly Deckhand Hook.

Yes, of course. He even had milk for Little Killian and the other small children.]

There were no strippers, of course, because Captain Jones has too much respect for women and would never hire them to do such a thing.

Mark brought some, though - and then he skipped out on paying them, leaving Lieutenant Jones to bashfully pay the ladies whilst trying desperately not to look at their ample bosoms. Dammit, Mark.

Killian himself left early, as he had "business" to attend to in Storybrooke, which allegedly had something to do with disposing of some sort of white suit and acquiring something that was "anything other than that". Professor Harrison also left early, with a saucy wench on each arm, promising to teach them how to properly enjoy wine... and him. Or wine on him. None of us are really sure; he tends to be pretty secretive with his goings-on with the ladies.

Rowe didn't really do much at the party, but apparently he doesn't have to do much of anything to impress people and inspire avid appreciation and decades of fannish adoration. While I was typing this, his 17 seconds of screentime gained an additional 2,675 fans for Colin. It's just THAT good of a performance.

In case you were wondering, the deck of the Jolly Roger has just enough room for six Colin Characters to comfortably do the worm at the same time, if you space them out properly over the flat areas. You're welcome.

And in closing, Peter has a message for you:

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

🕯Anon said: just wanna say I adore your writing and how you write Reiner and the kids and the other warriors is my favourite thing ever !! I just wanna give them all hugs :) do u have any hcs for the types of jobs you see them all doing in modernverse ?🕯

The types of jobs they have in modern au

{Annie, Bertolt, Colt, Marcel, Pieck, Porco, Reiner, Zeke, }

{Implied Reiner x reader}

{ "Porto" 1935 by Renato Natali 1883-1979 }

Annie is an Animal rescue worker.

Having had experience as a dog trainer before, it wasn't hard to find a full time job at her local shelter after graduating high school, having volunteered there before.

With time, effort and a lot of energy she made her way into the position of "animal control officer" now she spends her days busting animal's abusers doors and rescuing injured or neglected pets.

With long shifts and a high maintenance job, her time was all poured into her work. Usually she'd be exhausted after a long day.

Despite that, she's fulfilled and satisfied with her job. Not having to deal with a lot of people is a plus too, it's a hard job yes but she prefers it this way.

Her friends are bumped about not being able to see her a lot but they understand, plus she keeps in touch with them by lurking in the group chat only to send a snarky remark to stir the pot every now and then.

Bertolt sees her everyday because they work at the same animal shelter, even if their jobs are different they still walk home together, she also met some different people like Hitch and Marco at her job.

The kids love her job, they think it's badass, especially Gabi and Udo. Gabi because Annie gets to kick people in the face and Udo because he genuinely cares about animals.

She'd never tell anyone this, but part of the reason she wanted the job was because she felt guilty for her past self and wanted to fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves.

Bertolt is a veterinarian.

Having changed his mind post graduation and going to college instead of with Reiner, he graduated after 4 years of studying and is currently working with Annie at the local shelter while also planning to open his own clinic one day.

He takes some animals under his personal care for weeks or months even till they get adopted, he fears something bad will happen to the weak or ill ones if left at the shelter overnight.

Just like Annie, the job takes a lot of his time, not to mention caring for animals off of work. So he's in the same situation as her, but for the sake of his best friend he still finds time to visit and hang out once a week.

Reiner and him still text daily, it's mostly pictures Bertolt took of the animals, Annie on her break, interesting plants he finds along the way. And Reiner replies with pictures of the kids.

They still find time to play basketball together, they try to keep it a secret from Annie because she will kick their ass in it.

Bertolt is comfortable with his job, he feels like he belongs and likes being needed. Yes the long hours are a con but seeing the fruits of his labour grow and get better day by day makes it all worth it.

The kids like visiting his house because there usually will be a new dog or some animal in there every month or so, Reiner makes sure they don't bother the animals. 

Something he's never told anyone is a big part of the reason he changed his mind last minute was because Animals feel much safer and secure for him to work with than humans.

Colt is a college student working part time.

He's majoring in nursing, being a four years degree he's trying to balance his studies with work and taking care of Falco.

Zeke offered him to work full time after graduation at his clinic, since he's been working part time there for a while and the pay is good, plus it's really convenientnal.

He has worked different part time jobs in the past like a barista, flower shop assistant, tutor, kindergarten teacher, etc.

Between all his responsibilities he barely has time for himself, his courses end right before his work starts and the small bits in-between is spent on Falco and his friends. Zeke and Pieck try to take some of his responsibility but he refuses saying it's the least he could do to Falco.

He's really good at his job like multitasking, reading people, gaining their trust and having high stamina that he could stay for night shifts even.

He relies on coffee a lot.

Falco sees him as a real life superhero, they weren't that close before but after the incident he really started appreciating his big brother. 

Something he keeps inside is that despite pursuing this job because he genuinely wanted to make a difference in people's lives and help the sick, he also felt a crushing guilt after his parents passed away, and so he's trying to save other people's lives now instead.

Marcel is a pilot.

It's a dream he always had since middle school, soon after graduation he joined the military to gain enough flying hours and experience to apply to a commercial airline after taking some mathematics, aviation and some general flying courses.

He was officially hired as a pilot after getting his first class medical certificate to check his health.

His work isn't measured by hours to him but by days, he needs to be available 24/7 in case of an emergency call. Now he's working overseas and far away from his friends.

You've actually never met Marcel, only seen pictures of him and received letters. The person he keeps in touch with the most is Porco.

He likes his work, it's his dream. He doesn't like the work hours and being so absent from his friends and brother, he misses them so much at times.

Pieck is a tattoo artist.

Her shop is actually her old flower shop after she decided to change her career. She's always been good with plants and taking care of them, at that time Colt worked as her assistant. 

It wasn't till later after some years of practice and training under other artists that she was confident enough about her skills to start the project 

Her art is full of life, mesmerising and beautiful. She puts her soul in every piece and has gained a good reputation because of it, plus having really high ratings and strict hygiene rules, no health inspector could ever challenge her.

Having her own independent work meant that she has a very flexible schedule, being mostly free ment she could pursue other hobbies like gardening.

A peaceful and simple life where she can indulge in her art and be happy is all she ever wanted

Porco is a frequent customer of hers that gets a family discount, Zeke came once before and later sent his friend, a really tall and blonde woman who became her most frequent customer.

Zofia thinks her work is really cool and wants to go and just watch her do her thing, but it's frowned upon to have a kid just sitting at a tattoo shop.

Despite changing into this career, the town people still think of her as the sweet flower shop lady.

Porco is a bartender.

That job came to him by accident more than anything, he was working part time as a bouncer in a local bar but a slot was open after the old bartender suddenly quit and he gave it a chance.

He didn't expect to love it so much, neither did he know about his hidden talent in mixing drinks. So he took it as full time and changed to better bars after gaining the experience he needed.

Being naturally charismatic and good at influencing people, while also multitasking in making drinks and keeping a conversation going, he was instantly a hit in whatever place he worked at.

Working the night shift ment he's mostly free in the morning, he tries to help Pieck with her gardening and is actually attempting to grow some plants at his house.

Naturally whenever there's a gathering, he's the one mixing drinks and being the self assigned bartender who openly judges his friends for their choice in drinks. The charismatic persona being thrown out the window and replaced by a no mouth filter.

He genuinely cares tho, he's the one taking care of someone when they drink more they can handle. It's mostly Colt who underestimates his drinks and is left clinging to Porco who drives him home.

Because of his line of work, tattoos and general brash personality, the kids' parents don't like him even one bit. They're suspicious of him no matter how many times Reiner assures them he's trustworthy.

It's actually only Colt who trusts Falco with him, and maybe Zofia's mom who is at the bar every weekend. 

Reiner is a firefighter.

With his mother pushing him into this line of work, he applied for the physical and psychological exams after graduation before getting accepted. He wasn't unprepared per say but actually being in that line of work was more than he could ever prepare for.

It instantly took a great hit at his mental health, so much in fact that he was thankful Bertolt changed his mind last minute and didn't follow him in this job.

It was both everything he ever wanted, like saving people, helping children, animals and knowing it's him who saved them even if it means putting his own life at risk.

But also everything he hated, like the hunting faces and screams of the people who were far too gone for him to save, the recurring nightmares and constant guilt paired with imposter syndrome.

He works a 24/72 shift, meaning he works for a whole day before getting 3 days off. Approximately only working 7-8 days a month, not to mention unpaid leave, sick days and holidays.

So it both gave him a really tight schedule on some days and on others more free time than he knows what to do with, that's why he naturally took the main role of being the kid's caretaker. Looking after his little cousins genuinely helped him and he liked playing the big brother role.

Especially to Gabi, he was the only stable adult in her life. It's common knowledge that you call Reiner first for anything concerning her before her parents because he's more likely to answer and be available.

After meeting you, his life improved to the better as you moved in and became a trustworthy person in his life, someone he can depend on to take care of his little cousins on the days he works.

Not to mention that after you persuaded him to see a therapist, his mental health began improving too.

Gabi may or may have not committed arson at one point, she still wants to be a firefighter despite that and follow in Reiner's footsteps.

He hasn't told anyone beside you this, but he really fears for her, but doesn't have the heart to tell her no.

Zeke is a doctor.

Previously he worked in a hospital but was able to open his own clinic afterwards, Colt was a great help to him at that time when he was getting on his own feet and even worked a lot of unpaid hours.

After that he insisted Colt works an official part time job there with a much higher pay, till he graduates at least. Plus the experience will greatly improve his resume.

Zeke is brilliant at his job, he'd be a perfect doctor wasn't it for the fact he's a huge hypocrite who doesn't follow the advice he gives his patients. 

He does a side job in his free time that honestly no one of his friends know what it is, but they know it gained him a lot of connections and made new friends.

Something he always keeps buried inside was that he really never expected himself to become a doctor especially after what his dad did to his mother, and yet here he is. In some way it's like his own personal stepping stone to prove he's a better man than his father ever was.

Bonus:

Falco: middle schooler

He does volunteer work on the weekends, sometimes Udo joins him.

Doesn't want Gabi becoming a firefighter.

Likes all videogames , just all types.

Likes watching cartoons and medical shows with Colt who covers Falco eyes whenever an adult scene is on

His favourite food is chicken nuggets

Wants to try coffee

Is good at PE

Reads comic books

Likes yellow and blue

Gabi: middle schooler

Takes self defence classes and really wants to go to summer camp

Wants to be like Reiner, aspires to be as strong too.

Likes shooter videogames or really hard ones.

Likes watching Anime and cartoons

Her favourite food is Pizza

Wants to try energy drinks

Is also really good at PE and surprisingly good at puzzles.

Likes red and pink 

Udo: middle schooler

Takes music classes at the weekend, wants to go to science camp

Kinda wants to be like Reiner or an astronaut.

Likes calming videogames

Likes watching anime and Minecraft let's play

His favourite food is mac and cheese 

His favourite drink is strawberry milk

Is good at language classes and creative writing, he also just likes animals a lot.

Likes green and black

Zofia: middle schooler (could've been in a special program)

Takes music classes with Udo

Wants to be a lawyer

Likes co-op Videogames 

Likes watching true crime and youtubers drama

Her favourite food is Donuts

She likes strawberry milk and ice tea 

Is good at all classes

Likes white and purple

[barry-j-blupjeans]

uh always ready to hear about any and all trans hcs

yes!!! just to put it out there: a lot of these are based off my expirences of being a trans man. there are different expriences w everyone n i try to represent that here a bit!

first start w lup, bc A) yes canon trans character!!! but B) i've got hc's about her transition slkdfjsd. i love the idea that she named herself after her aunt bc i imagine her aunt to be like,, the only adult who ever rr cared about her n taako as kids. her aunt also made her her first dress, w taako's help!! taako regularly keeps his hair short during their childhood, bc they'd get a lot of comments about how similar they looked n lup hated that bc of Dysphoria (taako, personally, wanted to look similar, but he cares about lup too much to see her suffer through something that could be fixed easy, thus hair cut).

(i have a big fic about this here, if u want lskdfds)

i hc magnus as trans vv often- there's a lot of reasons why but a big one, like many to follow on this list, is just bc i relate to him slkdf. i feel like little-magnus didn't really grow up with a lot of gender roles being put onto him, but he start just feeling weird during puberty n eventually figured out just like. oh. im trans. he was set to get top surgery after the starblaster mission but uhhh, that fell through. (inspired by this fic by 15Acesplz on ao3) taako offers to do it Magic Style for him and he's unsure at first, but after a while, n after they realize they're Stuck in the cycles, he takes taako up on it.

(i also have a fic about trans magnus! imagine that!!)

barry!! barryyyyy. trans barry, my beloved!!! downright, barry just didn't know he was trans until at least his twenties. he was focused on other stuff, but also he just didn't know until he could get out of his hometown and meet other non-cis ppl. and he wasn't rr sure he was, for a while. he knew he liked women, that was hard to ignore, but had never come out to anyone. in fact, the first person he ever came out to was the school libraian, because he didn't know how else to phrase it when looking for books about the subject (they had so many resources for him once he got across what he was trying to say, tho!!)

he knew there was a magical way to transition, but just didn't want to do it that way. he prefers taking injections because it makes him feel more self reliable. the only other person he offically came out to was his mom, who was super supportive!! she suggested the name sildar, after his grandfather, as a joke, but was the first person to consistently call his barry and use his correct pronouns.

(no fics about trans barry, sorry to break the chain lksdfjsd)

last but not least: merle. here me out. merle, like barry, didn't really grow up with the concept of gender roles, but he did know he liked the sound of "he" for himself more than "she". i don't think merle really ever told anyone, or did anything extra, besides start introducing himself as, yknow, merle, w he/him. he figured himself out after he left home, so he didn't have to deal with anyone who grew up knowing him, not that they'd particularlly care. merle doesn't really medically transition because he's already comfortable with his body. he loves himself and he knows pan loves him, what more could he need?

kravitz: i don't have a lot to say w kravitz. he never came out when he was alive- i see him as dying kinda young. the raven queen was the first person (goddess) to truly accept him as he is and helped him get a body he was more comfy with. he's had a lot of time to expirement with what he's ok with and what gives him dysphoria, but he's also had ages to realize that nothing is gendered. he's a lot more gnc than others n is pretty proud about. he's doesn't like to talk about how it felt when he was alive, but speaks vv highly of the raven queen n how accepting all the other gods are, too.

(kravitz is the kinda guy to see anti lgbt protesters at pride, using god as an excuse, and just like. call up their gods in front of them. and be like "hey, u love queer ppl, right?" and they're like "oh hell yea i do"

yeah that's it!!! i've also writen a non-binary angus fic that u can find here (chapter 3), but also if u want me to write a fic about a trans hc, 100% hit up my ask box, i will do that for u.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Ecstasy [07]

ー The scene starts in the hallway at Eden

Yui: ( ーー Hm? What’s happening? There seems to be somewhat of a ruckus going on at the entrance of the castle...? )

Ayato: Oh, well if it isn’t Chichinashi! Long time no see!

Yui: ...!? A-Ayato-kun!?

Kanato: I’m here too.

Yui: Kanato-kun, you too...! What’s the matter!?

Kanato: We heard Laito and you have been staying here, so we’re here to pay you two a visit.

Ayato: There you have it! I honestly thought I was gonna die from boredom while stayin’ at the other castle.

Yui: I-I see...

Ayato: What? Got a problem with it, aah?

Yui: O-Oh no...I’m not discontent or anything. I’m just surprised because you appeared out of nowhere.

Kanato: Well, of course. You obviously will welcome me with open arms.

Ayato: Anyway, where’s Laito?

ー Laito walks up to them

Laito: I’m right here. Nfu~ 

Ayato: The fuck? You look just fine.

Laito: But I am! Why did you think I wouldn’t be?

Ayato: ...There was no deeper meanin’ behind that statement, really.

Yui: ( ...I wonder why? I felt like there was some implied connotation to Laito-kun’s words... )

( Am I just imagining it? )

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

Laito: ーー Honestly, I wonder why Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun have come here?

While it seems highly unlikely...They couldn’t be trying to get in my way, right?

Yui: Hm, I wonder...?

( In the end, the three of them are still triplets, so I wonder if they can sense things from one another...? )

Laito: ...

Yui: Laito-kun, you don’t seem too thrilled about their visit?

Laito: To be honest, it does throw me off.

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: It’s kind of unsettling how they suddenly turn up right as I’m about to make a life-changing decision.

Yui: Don’t call it unsettling...

Laito: Hmph. I’m sure you find it a little strange too, don’t you?

Yui: W-Well...

Selection

→ It’s a little weird (♡)

Yui: I will agree that the timing seems almost too perfect.

Laito: Right? For some reason...It’s almost as if that guy summoned them here.

→ It isn’t weird 

Yui: I don’t think it’s weird at all?

Laito: Hmー I guess you are oblivious after all.

To me, it almost seems as if that man summoned them here.

Yui: You think it could be related to Karlheinz-san refusing to show himself?

Laito: Eeh? Those two? No way.

Most likely, they came here because of the Lunar Eclipse.

Yui: As in, the effects of the eclipse have influenced their mind?

Laito: Exactly. Vampires during the Lunar Eclipse often find themselves doing or saying things they otherwise never would...

Yui: That might play a role in it as well, but ーー Oh?

ー Ayato and Kanato barge into the room

Kanato: Come on, you two. Stop locking yourself up in your room and step outside for a bit.

Laito: Oh? Do you need something?

Kanato: Let’s have some fun together. The castle has plenty to offer after all.

Laito: Eeh? We’re gonna play...? Let me think.

Ayato: It’s not like you have anythin’ better to do, right? So why not hang out with us for a change?

Laito: Hm...Well, sure. Guess I will. Bitch-chan has been seeming bored this whole time as well.

So...What are we gonna play?

Kanato: Fufufu...Hide-and-seek.

Ayato: Hide-and-seek!?

Kanato: You don’t want to!?

Ayato: No, I don’t mind really...

Kanato: I’ll be ‘it’. No complaints, I assume?

Laito: Roger~! Bitch-chan, shall we get going then?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( I wonder how many years it has been since I played hide-and-seek? I didn’t think I would play it again under these circumstances. )

( With a castle this large, there’s plenty of places to hide so it seems rather fun. )

ー The scene shifts to the medical facility

Yui: Is it okay to come this far?

Kanato-kun might not come look for us...?

Laito: Nfu~ Geez, Bitch-chan, you’re actually taking this game seriously?

Yui: Eh?

Laito: If I didn’t say yes, things would have gone south with Kanato-kun throwing a big anger tantrum, no?

Yui: So we came here to get away from them...?

Laito: Nfu~ Correct!

Yui: Oh, I see.

Laito: Well, I guess we can kill some time here and return when we see fit.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: ーー Until then, why don’t we have some fun amongst the two of us?

Yui: ...U-Um...Right, this room...What exactly is it for?

It seems like some sort of laboratory.

Laito: This is the medical department. Has Reiji never mentioned it to you?

It’s that man’s research facility.

Yui: Research facility...For what?

Laito: How should I know? I’m not interested in the first place.

Knowing how obsessed he is with humans, I guess he’s doing some sort of experiment out of personal interest.

Yui: Hm...

( It’s a rather mysterious place. )

( I wonder what kind of research he conducts here...? )

Monologue

Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun have shown up.

The two of them claimed it to be a way to combat their boredom (退屈しのぎ),

however, something more seems to be going on.

Laito-kun does not seem to welcome them (歓迎していない),

but I feel relieved deep down.

Because I felt like the two of them would do a better job than me,

at changing Laito-kun’s mind.

I want to be there for him. But still...

I still cannot stop myself from wishing,

that it does not have to come to a conflict,

between Laito-kun and Karlheinz-san.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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