#yvonnesrespite

[drgreysonmd]

Did you know surgeons can mimic the arteries and chambers of the human heart by making a "finger heart" shape with their hand? Apparently, our dear @zayne-snowman just learned this one himself recently and shared it with us, and the lovely @yvonnesrespite was kind enough to model it for us 🫶🏼🫀

[zayne-snowman]

Professionalism; That’s what the staff at Akso are known for. Always efficient, careful with their patients, and mindful of whatever situations or circumstances are thrown at them. They’re held in high regard, especially Dr. Zayne. Many would be intimidated by him. Even those who’ve known him for a while can be a bit spooked by the guy on occasion. Then there’s a few that have the “guts” to mess with him without the fear of facing his wrath.

Because there isn’t really much wrath there. Though that’s only known by a certain “inner circle” at Akso. Dr. Zayne, Greyson, and Yvonne. They’re very well respected and admired, but they’ll be damned if there’s a day where any of them are working together and there aren’t at least some form of workplace shenanigans. Sure, a little random rubber duck on a desk can bring a laugh in most workplaces, but there’s a bit of a, erm, unique sparkle to whatever the hell happens between these three. Though, Yvonne is usually going a liiiiittle beyond with her jokes. In harmless ways.

Mostly harmless.

Today she has the perfect plan. Poor Zayne. She’d usually give Greyson the worst of it but he’s out and busy. So she decided to poke the polar bear, aka “Zayne the Terrifying.” Not terrifying. Just has a real bad case of resting bitch face but honestly, who wouldn’t have that after the grueling and tedious years of med school? 

On this glorious, g l o r i o u s day, Yvonne walks down the hall and sees Zayne headed in the opposite direction to pass her. As they pass each other, she greets him with a casual “Good day, Slim Zaynie!”

And she just keeps walking to wherever her duties called her, as if the nickname wasn’t out of the blue (of Astra’s left t-).

With all the time Zayne has spent in the hospital with Yvonne around, he can say that he's used to her random mischief and general silliness, which is welcome in an environment that can get quite heavy.

The first time they interacted, he wasn't sure if he could ever get along with her, but by now, he finds it strange and sort of empty whenever she doesn't have a shift. He could say she's a friend.

That doesn't mean her antics have become any less impactful, if anything, since now she knows him better, she can mess with him more effectively.

He heads towards his office, seeing Yvonne walking in the opposite direction. He nods as a greeting. Then hears her.

He furrows his brow, turning around.

"Pardon? What did you say?" He doesn't ask in an angry way, but in an extremely confused way.

If he heard correctly, what does that nickname even mean? Slim? He hasn't been skipping his workouts. Or is she trying to 'gaslight' him (a word Greyson had to explain to him) like that one time when Yvonne made him believe his tie was blue instead of green?

[talia-sings]

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@yvonnesrespite

Talia listened intently to Yvonne’s words, her heart a mix of relief and lingering anxiety. The nurse’s understanding and empathy were palpable, and it eased some of the tension that had been coiled within her. She nodded in acknowledgment, grateful for the thorough examination and the care Yvonne had shown.

Taking the notes from Yvonne, Talia read through the recommendations carefully. The idea of home remedies and vocal rest seemed manageable, and she appreciated the practical advice. Honey citrus tea and lemon water—simple yet effective. She could almost taste the soothing warmth already.

With a small, appreciative smile, Talia gave Yvonne a nod, indicating her understanding and agreement with the plan. She scribbled a quick note on the paper, her handwriting neat and precise despite the slight tremor in her hand:

Thank you for your kindness and understanding. I’ll follow your advice and take good care of my voice. Hopefully, I’ll be back to singing soon.

She handed the note back to Yvonne, her eyes conveying the gratitude she couldn’t voice. The nurse’s reassurance had given her a glimmer of hope, a reminder that this was just a temporary setback. Talia resolved to follow the instructions diligently, knowing that her voice was her most precious gift.

[hellions-haunt]

“Hm.”

Yvonne ended up downtown late at night after one absolute doozy of a shift. And now she’s awkwardly bumped into this white haired edgelord in a certainly musty trench coat. He looks greasy to her. Maybe that’s blood from a fresh murder but she’s too tired and assumes he’s a greaseball.

“Man, Hot Topic should start selling shampoo.” She mutters to herself. Would he hear it? Most likely. Does she care? Nah. Not in this state. Girlie’s gonna continue to walk like she didn’t just smack talk the lord of crime all alone. Just another day in Linkon.

(Hhhhheeeyyyyy ggGgGiiRlllLlLLLIiiieeeeE, cmMMMerRE girliEEEE~ Mun)

The 'greaseball' in question does in fact catch the nurse's mutterings, at first willing to let the accidental bump go until he heard what she'd said. He raises an eyebrow as he turns around to take a better look at who it was that bumped him.

Ah. It was that nurse.

Interesting.

"Do you have any recommendations?" he asks out loud, very clearly to her, in a sincere tone. His arms are crossed and he stares her down with a curious, waiting expression. "I just happened to be on my way there. Care to join me?"

[jeremiahofphilo]

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[just-a-normal-crow]

Honestly, these last few shifts have Yvonne tired as hell. Eight cups of coffee and maybe a sacrifice of her very soul later she finds herself standing in the courtyard. Usually it’s occupied by at least a few others, but it’s empty for now. The nurse spots her bird friend hanging out on a tree nearby and approaches it while reaching into her pocket.

Nobody’s around so they CANNOT call her a nut. She’s gotta stay at the top of the food chain here after all.

She takes something shiny from her pocket; a pin of a crow napping in a heart shaped nest. “Got it at a farmer’s market during my lunch break the other day. It reminded me of you, lil birdie.” She lets out a tired but tender giggle and stands on her toes to give the crow a little smooch on the top of its head, then the tip of its beak.

“Why can’t my dates be as sweet as you? You always listen, you bring me shiny stuff too, and like, your feathers are really soft.” Aw, she’s attached to her bird friend! “Maybe I can "princess and the frog" it up in here. If I give you another kiss, would you turn into a pretty royal and sweep me away?”

Another tired laugh leaves her at the thought of such a far-fetched scenario. “Who am I kidding, I’m not a princess. But I know that I would love to take a nap right now.”

At this point, the crow has made a habit of hanging around this part of the courtyard whenever it has some downtime. It's an unexpected twist to its routine, but ever since one of the nurses struck up a friendship with it and started treating it like a somewhat more interactive sounding board for hospital gossip and exhausted rants, it's found that 'socializing' like this wasn't that bad.

(It certainly wasn't because both the man and the intern occasionally handing the crow have both become invested in hospital gossip and were eager for me, no ma'am. Hospital gossip has certainly not become some kind of communal interest at Onychinus HQ.)

It snaps out of power saving mode upon Yvonne's arrival, perking up and stretching out its wings. It's interest is piqued by whatever it was she was searching her pockets for. It hops down to a lower branch, curious, and hoping it wasn't more seeds. The engineers were starting to get annoyed by its chassis always being full of food.

The design of the pin catches it by surprise. It moves its head down to take a better look, and there was a visible temptation in its eyes for it to take the shiny thing.

But it doesn't--the kisses take it by surprise, and it turns its attention fully onto Yvonne as she laments and muses about dream scenarios and wishful thinking.

(Both the man and the nosy intern sit at the desk. They'd love to ask about Yvonne's day because surely there's a reason why she's talking about all this, but it wasn't as though they the means to without arousing suspicion or alarm.)

There isn't much that the crow can do to help Yvonna get some rest. At most it flies off briefly, making haste because it knows she doesn't have that much time for a break, before returning with a little something in its beak.

It's a small prepacked cookie, still sealed, like the ones little kids get as treats. It offers it to her, a little hopeful.

(There's a small heated discussion breaking out between the man and the intern. Don't mind them, they both just think they're right.)

[luk3nk13r4n]

Heyyyy Dark Mode Team Rocket! Yv’s mun here and I got an important question:

Whose turn is it with the Xbox?

That’s all. Don’t perceive me anymore after this 💕 I’ll 💕 🐛combust 💕💕 and 💕 shrivel 🐛

K: It's my turn. Luke played last. L: It's literally not. I won the last match, which means I get to play first today. K: Precisely because I lost, you should let me go first. (¬_¬) L: In your dreams! Gimme the controller! (•`ᴖ´•)

Kieran raises the controller above his head and palms Luke's face away from him. Luke, in retaliation, kicks him off balance. Kieran grabs his sleeve in the last moment and they both fall to the floor. The controller skids out of their reach, but they're too busy fighting to care. Looks like no one will be playing the Xbox today.

[taraandtarot]

Hiya!

This is a Gimmick Blog for Tara from the mobile otome game Love and Deepspace. As such, I have no professional association with Papergames, INFOLD PTE LTD., or the game itself. This is just for fun!

Asks are currently open, and Mun is over 21, so NSFW is acceptable but will be tagged accordingly. As such, this makes this blog 18+, so do not follow or interact if you are a minor.

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Rafayel's Blog -> @flamesque 🌊

Zayne's Blog -> @zayne-snowman ❄️

Jeremiah's Blog -> @jeremiahofphilo 🌷

Thomas's Blog -> @thomasicism 🗒

Astra's Blog -> @sasstras-gaze 💎

MC's Blog -> @aethercodeevol ❤️‍🩹

Captain Jenna’s Blog -> @unicorns-captain 👩‍✈️🩷

Dr. Greyson’s Blog -> @drgreysonmd 🩺

Nero’s Blog -> @wandererenthusiast1 👓

Yvonne -> @yvonnesrespite 🩹

The Crow -> @just-a-normal-crow 🐦‍⬛

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[evelientimes]

[src] i need answers tf??? akso staff??? @zayne-snowman @drgreysonmd @yvonnesrespite ????

[wandererenthusiast1]

Hi! This is a gimmick blog for Nero from Love and DeepSpace. I claim no rights to the character nor do i have any affiliations with infold, papergames or any other franchise applicable to the company or game developers. this blog is used for entertainment purposes only and nothing more. It’s just a blog for fun.

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Rafayel's Blog -> @flamesque 🫧

Zayne's Blog -> @zayne-snowman ❄️

Jeremiah's Blog -> @jeremiahofphilo ✴️

MC's Blog -> @aethercodeevol ❤️‍🩹

Tara's Blog -> @taraandtarot 🎱

Thomas's Blog -> @thomasicism 🖼️

Astra's Blog -> @sasstras-gaze🏔

Jenna's Blog -> @unicorns-captain⚖

Greyson's Blog -> @drgreysonmd 🩹

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Anons taken:

[thomasicism]

── #. 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 ; 𝐋&𝐃𝐒

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[to be updated as needed!]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊?

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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒.

OOC:                            ꨄ business call incoming... | ooc

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Explicit: ▶ caution | explicit

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❥of the shimmering sea | rafayel ; ଓof stardust and moonlight | xavier ; ଓof crystalline winters | zayne ; ଓof sunsets in the clouds | caleb ; ★of symphonious waves | talia ; ★of fortunes and sunshine | tara ; ★of petal showers | jeremiah ; ★of warmth in safety | jenna ; ★of comfort in care | greyson ; × of mystical presence | astra ; x of new beginnings | MC

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒.

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Xavier ⭐: @xavier-starlight

Zayne ❄: @zayne-snowman

Caleb ✈️️: @caleb-pilot

Tara 🔮: @taraandtarot     

Jeremiah 🌷: @jeremiahofphilo

Jenna 💕: @unicorns-captain

Talia 🎶: @talia-sings

Nero 🔎: @wandererenthusiast1

Dr. Greyson 🩺: @drgreysonmd

Yvonne 💊: @yvonnesrespite / @yvonne-aksonurse

Astra 👁: @sasstras-gaze

Crow 🐦‍⬛: @just-a-normal-crow

MC ♠️: @aethercodeevol

[drgreysonmd]

(Mod💜mood:

A special little WIP for y'all. It's been a while since I shared a sketch here! I saw this reference image [below the cut] a while back and immediately shared it with Yvonne's mun and we both freaked out bc it was so Grey and Yv lol. So enjoy the machinations of my weird little brain~)

[zayne-snowman]

Oh, heavens above, Yvonne wishes she wasn’t so impulsive and cocky sometimes. She got like, a solid twenty bucks to do this but the risk sure doesn’t feel worth the reward right now. Maybe she can go and try petting a wanderer.

Before she can head off on that wildly stupid idea, she finds herself at the door of Zayne’s office. She knows for a fact that he saw her. She can’t just walk off now. Ugh. The guy has eagle eyes! He sees all! Zayne the terrifying! Zayne the…fuck it she needed that twenty bucks and so she’ll make sure it’s secured.

She walks into his office.

“If anyone asks, this did not happen.”

She’s standing by his desk. Oh. Oh no she’s hesitating. She’s literally just staring at him with…is she pale? Not even blushing. Girlie’s fearing for her life right now. Messing around with Zayne through practical pranks around the hospital was one thing. THIS is another. She groans and goes for a last ditch solution.

Yvonne kisses her fingertips, and slowly reaches out to Zayne’s cheek. Slowly. Even recoiling every now and then. Like a cat sloooowly pawing at something it’s trying to steal or get a gauge on.

At the last minute she moves her hand and taps his forehead. One could swear the woman shriveled in on herself as she bolted out of his office. Absolute worst twenty bucks she’s earned. She's pretty sure she knocked his glasses off of his face when her hand spontaneously changed paths.

Next thing you know, she's texting a certain florist the flowers she wants at her funeral, and for all of her social media posts to be turned into a book. Oh Yvonne, you dumpster fire queen!

~ (Are you there Zayne, its me-) Yvonne <3

Ask game.

Zayne's eyes catch Yvonne through his office door. He stops typing in his computer, expecting her to tell him about a patient who's just arrived, or news about one of his hospitalized patients. Then again, sometimes Yvonne just passes by his office with gossip or intending to mess with him.

By what she just said and her expression, this time it might be none of those options.

"What do you mean?"

There is an uncomfortable silence while Zayne waits for her to do something, anything. He's starting to get nervous, though obviously to anyone looking he has the same neutral expression as always.

Whatever he was expecting, he could have never guessed what she did. The movement of her fingers towards his face is so awkward and slow that for a second he fears Yvonne might actually be pranking him and he's about to get slapped for her amusement. But then she gently touches his cheek, quickly tapping his forehead, and bolts out of his office.

Zayne picks up the glasses that got knocked off onto his desk, pushing them back onto his nose, staring at the wall for a solid minute in confusion. Per her request, and for his own sanity at the strange event, he doesn't bring it up again.

However, the next day, Yvonne receives a box of chocolates with a note attached saying:

I appreciate working with you. Thank you for making my job easier with your lively presence.

- Zayne

[hellions-haunt]

((

Hello everyone!

I've just cleared my inbox and the responses have been queued for posting. If you are not any of the following people (under the cut) and have sent in an ask, then sorry, I didn't receive it >.< Feel free to send it again, or just send something in general!

potatoingalaxy

yvonnesrespite

rafayelsmuse

rosie-zia

deepspacexavier

))

[drgreysonmd]

"See, the ways of the world they'll just bring you to tears."

-pt 1

『Closed Starter- LnDS RP』

@yvonnesrespite

7 hours and 22 minutes.

That's how long Greyson's hands spent working on Ethan's heart today, and that was 11 hours ago now.

His eyes burned as he reached up to rub them, blinking the family before him back into clarity before attempting to roll the tension from his shoulders. It didn't work. He watched as the young boy's parents sat beside his bed, doing their best to keep themselves busy while their son remained sedated with reading and work. It didn't seem to work for them either. And he couldn't blame them.

The moment he opened the door, he was greeted with the sounds of the various monitors and ventilators; a chorus he knew by heart now. His easy, comforting smile returns as the parents he's come to know so well now stand, their thank yous and praise warming his sleep weary bones as they reach for his hands to show their gratitude. Greyson isn't the first surgeon to treat their son, but he's been following Ethan's case since his birth back when he was still in post grad, and they treat him like family for it. Christmas and birthday cards and everything.

The hardest part is having to tell them that his recovery is still very unsure. Ethan's condition is delicate, but he'll do everything in his power to make sure he's given that chance. They nod along- they've heard this before. Greyson told them the same thing last year when he performed a similar surgery. He gives Ethan one final check, adjusting a few tubes and pillows to keep him as comfortable as possible, gently smooths the hair back out of his eyes, and tells his parents he'll be back to update them in the morning if all goes well.

All of his senses tingle and burn with overstimulation; he's exhausted and past the point of needing sleep. With Ethan's file in arm and the nurse's station in sight, he can almost feel the comfort of his bed wrapping around him already. He's so tired that he doesn't even have the energy for banter when he realizes who it is standing at the desk. Greyson just hopes she takes pity on him for once.

"Yv, I have a special case tonight." His voice is low, both in pitch and volume, the fatigue clearly wearing on him. "A young boy, 6 years old, Ethan. Room 807. Cardiopulmonary Bypass. He was here less than a year ago as well." He tries to fight the yawn as he slides the file across the desk, knowing she's going to have some witty remark. And if she didn't then, he's sure she will after this.

"I'm- they're... I'm very attached to them, Yvonne. Please, be extra kind to them? I'll do your duty roster work for a week if you just make them as comfortable as possible while I'm gone? I'll be back in the morning, early."

[drgreysonmd]

Oh Dr. Grey! Make any cookies recently? We gotta snack and chat together again. I have some tea to spill, and to actually sip. This new one turns pink!

~ Nurse Yvonne

(Sincerely, a Yvonne RP blog >:3)

(Omg Yvonne! 💜)

Yvonne! You're in luck, I made some raspberry thumbprint cookies last night and managed to hold a few back. Help yourself!

He slides the plate across his desk with a small bit of pride at the delicate little shortbread rounds.

And what a treat- herbal AND verbal tea? I'm all ears. And parched. Wait- did you say pink? It turns pink?!