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meddlecine · 11 months

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Fixing broken hearts in med school.

The hardest part about med school hasn’t been med school itself. (Although, I’m scrunching my eyebrows up as I write this, so maybe that’s not entirely true). The hardest part about med school has been having a boyfriend. Maybe that’s why I don’t have one anymore.

I moved out of our apartment in January, just one week before starting my second year of medical school. We agreed that me moving out would be best for the relationship. He would take over the lease, and I wouldn’t have to worry so much about money. Up until that point, I felt like I’d tried everything, from dyeing my soul every colour under the sun in the hope that he would fall back in love with just one shade. I tried, I really, really did. But the exhaustion from meticulously choosing every word and placating my tone in the anticipation of the next thing to go wrong, was unlike anything else. He wasn’t being rude, he insisted, just being honest. And if I couldn’t take it, then that was my problem. I’d been seeing a psychologist, who eventually, after many sessions, shared that she couldn’t believe how much effort I was putting into this sinking ship. She suggested couples’ counselling. He refused.

Had it been going on for some time? Of course it had, but there was never a ‘good’ time to end things (is there ever?). What a laughable concept! “I’m a little busy this week, maybe we can break up next Thursday at 7pm?” To make matters worse and prolong the inevitable even further, I was always determined that there was something that I hadn’t tried yet. It didn’t matter though, because it kept happening over, and over, and over. No matter what I tried to change about myself, nothing worked. Not even the happiest of occasions could blunt the edge I was skating on: I was a bridesmaid for my best friend from school, and felt more alive and glowing than I had in months. But despite every determination to keep the makeup pristine, I couldn’t help let a few tears slip during the ceremony. The vows were beautiful, it’s true, but I think that part of me was quietly grieving as I grew to understand that the guy attending that wedding with me would never, ever love me in the same unconditional way that the groom loves my best friend. And I knew that he would never want to try, because he told me so. It didn’t matter how beautiful I looked that day on the outside. On the inside, I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink as it caught up to my head.

My spirit and self-esteem had been slowly pushed further and further into the ground to the point that I believed that maybe he was right. Maybe I am difficult, and stubborn, and dismissive, and unappreciative. In desperation, I reached out to an old ex of mine, a gorgeous Parisian lawyer who was always kind, honest, and made me laugh. He admitted that although it’d been a long time since we were together, there was no reason to ever justify such outbursts of anger, and assured me that I wasn’t any of those things that I’d listed above. “But of course, you’re not perfect!” he added. I smiled and raised my eyebrows at the message, grateful for his candour, all the while thinking that I probably could’ve done without the last comment. It’s a shame things never worked out with him; I can only assume he is happy with his life in France, as he very much deserves, but he at least serves as a sobering reminder for how I should be treated. I paused and cast my mind back. Our time together is a memory long gone now, but I still remember enough to know that I missed how I felt when we were together: calm, safe, my cheeks often aching from laughing at his quick wit. All things that I didn’t have now. His one small message of kindness after all these years made me realise how miserable I really was.

Because, when I thought about it... could I survive the next 3 years of medical school, plus my training with chaotically unpredictable ups and downs? I’d heard that medicine puts a strain on your relationships, but with or without med school, I don’t think I could survive this. Just a week prior, only a few days before my final exams for the year, we’d had a fight. Another one. No matter my attempts of resolution, they were met with jagged stares of contempt and crushing silence, and so finally, after three days of drowning in an ocean of anxiety, I pleaded for some kind of resolve. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or study from the stress-induced migraines, and was a complete mess at the idea that I would lose my relationship and fail my exams. “So it’s my fault if you fail your exams?” he scoffed. He told me to get over it. I patched things up as best as I could, determined to not let someone who could be so indifferent towards my feelings be my downfall. Miraculously, I passed my exams. But I knew that next time I might not be so lucky.

Moving out bought me one more month. It sucks, but everything was clearly crumbling around me. It wasn’t all bad—no one gets into a relationship with someone who’s like this at the start. There were many wonderful, fun, whimsical moments in the years we were together, and the guy I left isn’t the guy I first met. In the end we just... weren’t the right fit for each other. So, I may be alone now, but I’m okay with that. For now, I love talking to the patients and hearing their stories, and I love seeing someone’s eyes light up when I ask them how they met the love of their life.

Hopefully one day I’ll get to share mine.

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carrotkicks · 8 months

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[sends them to school au!]

takes place directly after this comic. Dazai meets Oda! Dazai vents to Oda! About her torrid love life too... It's okay the storm will pass.

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animunerdery · 2 years

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Grand Line ICU, a tale of triage and intrigue.

#trafalgar law #marco the phoenix #dr kureha #dr crocus #kaya #tony tony chopper #modern au #grand line ICU #chopper is best boy #chopper is basically doogie howser #Kureha runs the hospital #And Crocus is head of internal medicine #Kaya and Chopper are med school students #law has a bad reputation cuz he’s always grumpy around interns #Marco is fairly chill so most of the staff like him #crocus just wants to let laboon hang out #one piece #bonus hint of zoro’s big assed tiddies

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beskarfrog · 6 months

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when your partner bails on bigfoot hunting to go out to dinner with some guy

#dinluke #the mandalorian #digital art #dinluke art #xfiles au #luke's not jealous he just can't understand why anyone would prefer dinner to cryptids #at least thats what he's telling himself #the real question is who is going on a date with din #sorry i haven't drawn anything in like a week #school meds and new job are killing me quickly #so i wanted to do a classic xfiles moment to cheer myself up

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awkwardchaosposts · 7 months

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Chishiya x reader (Hospital!AU) [gn!reader] part 1

(TW!: mentions of needles and IV's, discrimination against crocs)

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Chishiya was is an extra bad mood today. They were short staffed on tonight's night shift so it was up to him to look after the undergrads despite being a mere post-grad student.

"You're doing it wrong" you heard a familiar voice from behind you. It made you smile. Med-school was hard. Night-shifts,the long hours and stress can easily get to a person but a particular snarky doctor makes your day slightly more durable "It's my first day"

Was it just you or did your comment get an almost smile out of him?

"Your first day? last time I checked it's been 'your first day' for the past two months" he spoke in a condescending tone,picking up a new needle. "You're getting the ID and IV mixed up. With an IV you have to insert it at a 10-30° angle. Intradermal (ID) is the ones you do at a 10-15° angle"

You swear you felt a jolt of electricity when he guided your hand at a correct angle to insert the syringe into the practice dummy.

"It's not that hard. I memorised the injection angles on my first week here" his condescending comment brought you out of your own head.

"Okay grandpa"

Chishiya raised an eyebrow. Just the slightest bit amused by your snarky remark. "Grandpa? I'm not that old"

"Oh really?"

"Really. I'm 25" he instinctively shoved his hands in the side pockets of his lab coat,responding in an almost defensive way

Your reaction kind of bruised his ego. Why did you look so surprised? did he really look older than he was?

"Why's that so surprising?"

His question only got a shrug out of you "Well it's not that you look old it's just well..." you glanced at his dark blue crocs. "You dress like a person in their mid 30's"

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Your comment was stuck in Chishiya's head all day. It was 6am. He'd just finished his nightshift and he was honestly a bit frustrated.

He didn't care what anyone thought. Especially you. But that didn't stop him from thinking about it. Constantly. It's like you just humbled this man more than anyone ever has.

And that's why...

"Chiya. Hey! What's wrong? you never call me" Kuina,his best friend and luckily for him a major in fashion.

The man didn't bother answering her question. "I need your advice"

"Advice on what?"

"I'm buying new shoes this weekend. I guess I could...use your opinion"

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amaranthsynthesis · 2 months

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did someone say modern au ballard? yes? no?

#ballard #does this even get the dark urge tag or the bg3 tag anymore lmao #oc art #modern au #artings #you ever have an emotional and physical breakdown and drop out of med school in your final year to go live in the woods? just him?

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regrator-the-ninth · 10 months

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Med school au

#Muzan #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #muzan kibutsuji #art #fanart #my art #med school au

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lawstrugglesbt · 7 months

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This case I’m working on is about a medical topic

Time to find a cute med student to ask questions for “research purposes”😌😏

#I’m way too shy I’ll just Google any questions I have #but this is a great prompt for a college au #I’m gonna spend all day reading fanfics again #law student #law school #college #college memes #student #student memes #study #law #lawyer #german law #med student

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tanoraqui · 8 months

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Oooh maybe Mafia and Balckmail for the ask game? With Elrond? Only of you feel like it, no pressure or anything.

[send me 1-3 tropes + 2-3 characters!]

Elrond opened his eyes and saw what should have been an unused surgery room. The plaster on the walls was broken, the pipes in the ceiling were exposed—it was the east wing of the hospital, roped off for renovations that had been "in progress" the entire time he'd been a med student here.

But there were lights on, tools laid out, a patient on the surgery table in front of him—no, a body. That woman was fresh from the morgue, her body bag discarded in the corner. Other bags (full? empty?) lay on the floor nearby. On the counter by the sink was a stack of portable freezer boxes.

"Oh, you're organ-harvesting," Elrond said. That did explain the pattern of missing and mutilated corpses.

There was a clatter behind him as his captor startled at his words. Elrond did tend to wake up unusually quickly—though really, who wouldn't, when handcuffed to an uncomfortable hospital chair?

Dr. Inglewood regained her dropped scalpel held it as a threat as she stalked into view.

"Yes," she said. "But if you know what's good for you, you'll keep quiet about it—or whatever dismal neighborhood your scholarship affords rent in will have another random mugging-gone-wrong, and I'll make a mint off of the fresh organs of a caucasian male age 18 to 35." She sneered. "With your 'family connections', nobody will even blink."

Elrond wiggled his wrists in his handcuffs. They were tight.

"They probably wouldn't," he admitted. "And I like all my organs where they are."

"Smart boy—"

The magnetic lockpick Elrond had tucked into his cuff earlier clicked through the pin on the cuffs. Without losing a second, he leapt up and swung the loose cuffs at Dr. Inglewood's head. She dodged by stumbling back, squawking with alarm. In her distraction, Elrond swept her knees out from under her, grabbed her scalpel, flipped it around and put it to the nape of her neck while he knelt and wrestled her arms up behind her back.

He said, conversationally, "But I don't really think you're thinking through the implications of 'kidnapped and raised by the Fëanorian Mob' either. Ma'am, you are not dealing with an amateur."

#ask meme #elrond #this is honorarily part of that modern au feanorian mafia au #that is in a couple posts...somewhere #though actually it occurred to me 2/3 through that if my headcanon for canon is that elrond only got into healing as a real life pursuit #AFTER elros's death; and before that he was more adventuring archeologist/anthropologist/archivist #then maybe in a modern au he goes into library sciences instead of med school & this should be a conspiracy about idk...#stealing and selling rare books? but also a) the imperative to preserve lost cultures is less important in a modern au with #no or at least LESS nigh-genocides and literal continental destruction #and b) i'd already described the creepy semi-used surgery room and corpses

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meddlecine · 2 years

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You haven’t studied, and it shows.

“What caused the jaundiced appearance in the patient?” the consultant asked expectantly of me.

“Errrr,” I paused, trying to give off an air that I had at least one piece of relevant information inside my head. The 5 other med students in my group stared nervously at me, probably grateful that they weren't being asked this question themselves. Or maybe they were nervous that I couldn’t answer such a simple question.

I looked up towards the ceiling as if that’s where the answer would be. (Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.) An uncomfortable amount of time had passed in silence, and disappointingly, the answer still hadn’t magically appeared in my mind. Eventually, I looked back at the consultant and muttered, “I’m not sure, sorry,” as if he didn’t already know that I had absolutely zero idea.

Without any acknowledgement, he fired out the next student’s name. “Right, Oliver, what’s the answer?”

“Excess bilirubin,” Oliver confidently answered without missing a beat. Damnit. I did know that one.

The cycle of questions continued over and over and over, the consultant either being so skilled at hiding his disappointment in my lack of ability to answer a single question today, or, he simply did not care. For weeks now I’d been prioritising my job and clients over my studies, and today, it showed.

We headed back to the elevator. “One last one for today,” he began. Oh gosh. Here we go. “What food is high in potassium?”, he asked. Finally, something I could answer.

“Bananas!” I spat out, beaming with pride that I could show that I had a glimpse of knowledge. Still counts as a win, right?

But... lesson learned. So, here’s a question that you can all answer. How should you never, ever turn up to the wards?

I’ll tell you: completely unprepared.

Take it from someone who just spent the whole day feeling woefully out of her depth. Let’s hope that I manage to get my act together before our next placement day...!

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xenon-demon · 10 months

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med student steve and nurse eddie who is sick of his shit please <3 from wip wednesday i know it's not wednesday anymore but plz

yessssss i love this AU so much because it's just me projecting onto steve and daydreaming about Eddie Munson, Certified Hot Nurse™

also don't worry i have very little free time and am also australian so for me, WIP wednesday is a state of mind, not an actual time frame lmao

Snippet for you under the cut!

Shaking off the black cloud currently hanging over him, Steve finally lays eyes on the person trying to get his attention. A nurse is leaning over the desk of the nurse’s station a few meters away to look straight at Steve, and– wow, okay. Steve knows damn well what his type is, the kind of person and style he goes weak in the knees for, but this guy is aggressively punching every single one of Steve’s buttons. He’s got dark, curly hair that’s done up in a bun, some small strands of hair hanging out to frame the guy’s face. It gives Steve an eyeful of the guy’s killer jawline and the jewellery glinting in his ears – studs, of course, they are on the job, but at a glance Steve can see at least a couple in each ear. The guy’s arms are spread out on the desk in front of him, and Steve can feel his brain freeze at the sight of dark ink poking out from under the guy’s scrubs. He forces himself to look up and away from those (tempting, deliciously tempting) arms and into the nurse’s face – and okay, that’s not much better. The way this guy is looking at him, big brown eyes locked onto Steve’s face, he feels like he’s getting sucked in.

“Sorry?” Steve says, taking a moment to blink and regain his composure. He hopes to God he doesn’t look as flustered and distressed as he feels. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yup,” the nurse says, popping the p. He gestures at the sample bag Steve’s holding, with a few different vials and one syringe of blood inside, as he continues. The smile he gives Steve is almost apologetic as he says, “Pathology isn’t going to take those bloods from you, sweetheart. Not like that, at least.”

“Excuse me?” Steve instinctively bristles at the pet name, the way it just drips off this guy’s tongue. Just like that, the black cloud is back. He crosses the distance over to the nurse’s desk. “What’s wrong with them? They’ve all been labelled properly, and signed.”

“Well…” The nurse says, drawing out the word. Steve feels himself start to frown, just the tiniest bit. “You left the needle on your blood gas.” With a couple of fingers, the nurse points to the offending syringe in Steve’s sample bag. Sure enough, the needle is still attached to the syringe full of blood, the sharp end embedded in a small piece of foam.

Steve frowns even deeper. “My intern told me it’s fine like this.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.” The guy grins and rolls his eyes before giving Steve a ‘what can you do’ kind of expression. “It’s a common mistake to make, actually, since they don’t really explain this stuff officially, but-”

“Listen,” Steve interrupts, gritting out the word between his teeth. He’s sure this nurse, whoever he is, has more important things to do than patronize him. Steve sure as fuck isn’t going to stand here and be made fun of while this guy takes his sweet-ass time to get to his point. “I’m pretty sure my intern knows what they’re talking about, seeing as they’re, you know, a doctor. If you really want to be helpful”–Steve’s eyes flick down to read the nurse’s name badge–“Eddie, then you can point me in the direction of the specimen drop-off.”

Eddie actually rears back at that, straightening up and pulling his arms back so he’s holding on to the very edge of the desk instead of casually leaning over the top of it. If Steve were having a better day, he might feel bad about it. As it is, all Steve feels is a sick sense of satisfaction at the way Eddie’s face has shuttered off, his eyes no longer shining the way they were a moment ago.

“It’s that way,” Eddie says bluntly, pointing back in the direction Steve came. His voice has lost all the character, the theatricality that he spoke with a minute ago. “Turn left once you step out of this ward and follow that hallway straight down.”

“Thanks,” Steve says, trying very hard not to feel like an asshole. He almost succeeds.

Eddie just grunts in acknowledgement. He gives Steve a quick once-over and says, “Good talk,” in a tone that clearly states it was anything but.

As he strides off towards the specimen drop-off, Steve can’t help but agree.

#charlie writes things #medical steddie au #medical student steve harrington #nurse eddie munson #steddie #med student steve and nurse eddie au #<- haven't actually posted any snippets from this before so that's gonna be my new au tag #also i want to reassure you that steve is NOT trying to say doctors are smarter/better than nurses or anything like that #the point he's going for is 'surely someone who has graduated medical school after doing their schooling In This Hospital #knows what is and isn't allowed under the hospital policies'#and it gets. misconstrued *laughs evilly*#also this is not a 3 sentence snippet but as a wise individual once said 'fuck it we ball'

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sadkois · 10 months

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Random Nishiki thoughts but I think if he didn't join the Yakuza he would have become a really cool doctor

OH THATS A NEW ONE!! i love it anon. it also makes a lot of sense, like itd be a real possibility when u think about it 🤔 AND IT WOULD DEF BE FREAKIN COOL i imagine hed yell at kiryu while treatin him with how much he gets shot at smh

u know actually im pretty sure i read a fic where he's a doctor while kiryus still with the yakuza. thats the only other time i have heard of him bein a doctor tho, real interestin concept!!

EDIT. (i say edit as if i actually posted this beforehand lmao bUT) I FOUND IT!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/18201770

anon if u still out there please tell me more. pLEASE tell me more

#idk how it works in other countries but hed def still be at med school for the events of yakuza 0 right?#and maybe finishin n doin internship (idk how else to call it. i think it had a dif name.) at a clinic when the events of kiwami start?#what if he was an intern at the hospital yuko was at #(maybe the reason he wanted to be a doc in thefirst place? yuko is sick. kiryu keeps gettin bruised. and he wanted to do somethin about it)#but anyways. what if he was at that hospital and he met *that* doctor and hmm #this could def be a whole yakuza au story #the DRAMA and like nish has got the yakuza connections...#much to thonk about #koianswers #anyways THANK U for the nishiki thonks and sorry for takin forever to answer haha

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pollenallergie · 11 months

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you go over to Billy Knight’s flat for dinner, it’s only your second or third date. it gets late, you’ve had a couple drinks, so Billy offers to walk you home. you ask if you can just stay the night, even offer to sleep on the couch so things won’t be weird. Billy agrees and, in his opinion, he agrees way more quickly and eagerly than he probably should have. he offers you his bed. you go back to his room and find his bed in the middle of the room, with the foot of his bed pushed up against the wall just underneath his window, so that the glass rectangle towers over the bed. you inquire about the odd bed placement. he shrugs and bashfully explains that he likes laying in the warm sunshine during the summer months. you suddenly realize that the man you’re dating has the mannerisms of a mostly-lazy housecat. wyd?

#billy knight #this is not an au #this canon #it happens after the events of Lethal White #months after maybe even years after #when Billy has been back on his meds for a while #and has moved into a flat with his friend from secondary school - whom he reconnected with once he was released from inpatient care #but it’s canon #billy knight x reader #billy knight strike #billygoat <3

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awkwardchaosposts · 7 months

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Dilf? Chishiya x reader (Hospital AU) [gn!reader] part 2

TW: mentions of broken bones

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Chishiya wasn't an idiot. Ofcourse he'd notice the head peeking from around the corner.

He raised his eyebrow at the little girl. Her excited smile confused him. But he took note of the cast on her arm.

"Do you need anything?"

She shook her head,that bright smile remaining. He never was fond of kids. Not even a six year old could melt his cold exterior.

"Will you play with me?"

He frowned at that. He was one of the hospital's top surgeons and doctors,not a babysitter. "Who's your RN? Maybe they'll play with you"

"No!" the sudden stubbornness of the girl caught him off guard.

"Well I'm not playing with you. I have better things to do" he spoke coldly.

She sniffled before full out bursting into tears.

The man was stunned.

Crap.

"Shh,hey hey stop that"

He tried to soothe her but her sobs didn't stop until.. "I'll play with you. Please don't cry"

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You've known Chishiya for a while. If you had to describe him with one word it'd be apathetic.

So it surprised you to see the man in the pediatrition unit during his break time,playing tea party with one of your patients.

"More tea?"

"Uh sure" he muttered,in a slightly grumpy mood. Chishiya never expected that a kid could persuade him into something so ridiculous but somehow she did.

You cleared your throat,making your presence known. "Well this is just-"

"Don't" he grumbled with a stern look whilst 'drinking' the imaginary tea the kindergardener poured for him.

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kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year

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hq fic idea but it’s “taking the bullet train to the same place and they have ~four hours (or more) to fall in love”

#bonus points if they’re exes wondering what happened and it’s interspersed with emotional flashbacks #me thinking exes to lovers semishira #semi taking the train home after a concert bc he really misses his family #shirabu taking it home on break from med school #or maybe like.#ennofuta in the au that they’re two randon strangers tied together by fate #i think kuroyaku or matsuhana would be good for that too #as if matsuhana wouldn’t make friends with random strangers on the train #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sou says stuff #haikyuu fic

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drinkthebones · 1 year

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Love this lol. Have you made a design for Drac? Also is there an in universe reason for the premature white hair?

Thank you!!! I'm so excited about the response to my silly comic <3

I have not made a drac design! I want to, I'm just struggling to reconcile Bram Stoker's Drac with 2004 Van Helsing Dracula which is the one that lives forever in my heart.

tbh, this isn't the most fleshed out AU. This concept, character designs, everything, was inspired by @foxgoblin‘s line “Dr Seward’s podcast (sponsored by coca-cola and nintendo)” That one single line moved into my head, not quite rent free, but maybe into a timeshare for a modest fee. I only have a couple comics planned and they're mostly like the sponsor my cows one- quick and jokey.

If there WERE a full universe, it would be a college AU. When I tried to think of an alternative to death for Lucy, my first thought was grad school, which is basically death for your social life, right?

The Squad would all be in school or recently graduated as doctors/lawyers/etc, and Dracula is a corporate lawyer and part time teacher. Jonathan must escape from a summer internship at his evil law firm with his soul intact. The hair color is a dye job. He's rebelling against the strict standards of corporate law and definitely going to end up doing something like the Innocence project or fighting slum lords or joining the ACLU post-graduation.

Van Helsing is the ethics professor and teaches a required course for MDs and JDs. Quincey's college aged, but owns or works on a ranch. Maybe Jack is SOON to be a psychiatrist and just runs a late night college radio station where he answers people's relationship questions. He's turning it into a podcast. Art's going to be a phlebotomist and tell people his theories about how giving blood is like being married. Mina is supporting Jonathon through school with the goal of eventually being a SAHM and focusing on her writing career (autobiographical, of course).

The school is Drac University. Jonathon attends its law school, Drac U Law.

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