#Safety Equipment Labels

[xxzlushiez]

Make some noise

B. Kaulitz x M! Reader

Synopsis: Your band is the opening act for Tokio Hotel’s concert and Bill falls in love with your voice.. and other things abt you (Not proofread yet😓)

Notes: 18+, Name is a singer, bill crushing hard, making out, subtle touches, dirty thoughts, boners??, oral, Name wears makeup (not specified what kind), Name’s sexuality isn’t labeled, dacryphilia

A/N: I came to the realization that I haven’t wrote M! Reader so I decided to🤭GONNA WRITE OTHER ONES SOOONN BUT NEED IDEAS. I hate this one so much I feel like it’s rushed

“I never knew somebody like you, somebody, Falling just as hard, I’d rather lose somebody than use somebody.”

- When he found out an American band was the opening for their concert he was a little confused

- But either way, German or American he was excited to see them preform

- Apparently the band was popular in multiple countries and was on tour in Germany and he got just a little intimidated

- But tried to think of it as more people to be acquainted with

- Talked to staff about the band to learn more

- When the bus had arrived he was the first out to go greet them with the rest of the band

- There was 3 other members that came out before he saw you

- You looked drop dead gorgeous

- Like you had just come out of a modeling gig

- Wanted to greet you guys but got to nervous so he left to go do his makeup and decided to introduce himself later

- You thought it was a little weird that everyone else but the lead singer was there to greet you but brushed it off as him being busy

- You and your band began setting up your equipment on stage while conversing with the other 3 from from the band

- You watched everyone do their thing for the most part but got pretty close with the bass player of their band

- He told you about the lead singer and you learned he was just nervous about the show so wasn’t able to come out (lieeesss)

- You made a plan to wish him luck after the opening

- when it was time to start the show the venue was filled to the brim with people (is that a safety hazard?? Who cares)

- Bill had retouched his makeup dozens of times and and stalled for so long that Tom had to come and drag him out so he could watch the opening with the rest

- found out that the reason your band became so popular was because of your almost sexual way of singing (ehehehehe😈)

- was a litttttle confused about what “sexual” meant but very quickly understood the once you started

- You voice was soft and almost whiny? like you were begging, pleading for something

- from the way you moved to how you caught the audiences attention it was all just so…uhhh pornographic in a way??

- an eye opening experience fs😭

- Georg told him that was the whole point

- one time you had made your way across the stage near the group and looked at him and smiled before continuing to indulge in the crowd

- noticed how hot his body was and the buzzing feeling yk…(do I have to spell it out?)

- one moment between songs you pulled at your shirt to wipe the sweat off your forehead and he came to the realization of something

- He had a crush on you or was at least severely attracted to you (whatt I never should’ve guessed😐)

- By the time the opener came to a close he realized he hadn’t taken his eyes away from you once

- when making your way to your designated room you nodded at him and gave him a light squeeze on the arm before wishing him the best

- Maybe he was overthinking…

- But it seemed like you were flirting with him the way touched him and how close you got

- it was like you had already figured out what you did to him

- forgot a little about it while preforming but yk…it’s hard to forgot someone like you

- so naturally his was filled with pictures of you that were not so innocent

- Glanced backstage during a song and noticed you were watching

-saw you were only watching him and was screaming (mentally bro…this isn’t Schrei )

- When the concert ended the group was full of adrenaline and excitement from preforming

- One of your members suggested his band join your’s for drinks at a near by club

- Ofc he agreed alongside everyone else and made their way to your band’s car

- When he opened the car door he stopped so quick you were the first thing he saw

- Sprawled across the few seats in the back row, hand up your shirt, eyes closed probably cooling off from the summer heat

- Of course you were gonna be with the group and he was gonna have to see you laying out before him like you were

- that was supposed to happen later you silly🙄

- You apologized and sat up to accommodate for the extra people

- finally grew a pair and introduced himself to you

- staring at your legs because they kept touching his when you readjusted yourself

- lightly shifting your hips to get comfortable

- Bill is a starin hard asl trust me (in a trance)🙏

- noticed you didn’t talk as much as he thought you would’ve

- Only when talked to directly did you look up from the phone in your lap

- When you did it was with Georg which made him a little jelly bc he wanted to talk with you too

- frustrated bc of how silent you were (like how can someone with such a voice be so quiet)

- didn’t have the confidence to talk to you w/o being sure he wouldn’t bend you over right then and there

- When you did talk he was all ears staring at you

- heart eyes when you brought up how he “did so well” on his performance

- innocently placing your hand on his knee when leaning forward to talk with the bassist

- Fought the knee jerk reactions it gave him when you did

- Took the time when you were quietly scrolling on your phone to admire you

- Staring at all the details of your face and taking a mental picture (for laterrrr)

- Noticed all the small things most wouldn’t like how your makeup accentuated your features

- wanted to just reach out and trace your face with his finger

- counts your beauty marks and freckles if you have any

- Saw the way you fidgeted w/ your lip piercings when listening to the person talking to you

- He wanted to fidget with your piercings to :((

- When they arrived everyone made their way to security to get in

- while getting out you leaned in to whisper to him

- “You should probably fix the boner you have before coming in.”

- Before hopping out of the car and making your way in with the rest of the group

- Mortified was the only way to describe how he was feeling😰

- so embarrassed that he just stayed in the car for like 20 minutes (contemplated stealing the car and driving to the hotel)

- eventually just made his way inside because if he couldn’t get over the humiliation sober he definitely could drunk

- After he ordered a drink he observed the club, the fluorescent lights and loud music helped him forget about what happened

- untillll he saw you and Tom chatting up some girls surrounding you both on a couch near the VIP rooms

- He expected it from Tom but he definitely didn’t from you

- noticed pretty quickly that he was watching and sent him a almost unnoticeable smile before turning back to the girl laid out on your lap laughing at something she said which was most definitely some corny joke that wasn’t even funny (can you tell he’s jealous?)

- saw the way the girl played with your hair and fidgeted around with your hands

- face flushing he quickly downed the drink the bartender dropped off

- Couldn’t tell if he was confused or turned on by how you were acting with him and how undeniably attractive you looked doing it

- Pushed his way through the crowd into a empty bathroom

- After staring at himself deciding if he should just leave for a few minutes someone knocks and opens the door

- Surprise surprise! It’s you ofc who else?🙄

- “what’re you doing in here?”

- “Came in to see if you got rid of your problem yet”

- Jaw DROPPED

- but he hadn’t…sooo

- you stared at him through those heavy lashes like you expected him to give into you or something

- he did (duh)

- pretty aggressive kissing

- like shoving each other against the wall and everything leaving you gasping into him and him laughing against you type of kissing

- Plays w/ your piercings nonstop

- “What about those girls you left huh? What about them?”

- Shaking your head you laugh at him and he feels his face get warmer

- “Is the little rockstar jealous? Don’t worry they weren’t really my type but I can ask them to join if you want?”

- got that familiar knot in his stomach just hearing about someone else In the position he was in

- “no..only you, jus’ want you”

- Pulls and tugs at you shirt until you get the hint and finally take it off to his pleasure

- presses the softest of kisses against your stomach when making his way down

- teases you abt how much noise you make when he knows he’s stroking you so well knowing your finally getting what you both want

- palms the head when you try and push your hips toward him

- uses his tongue piercing to his advantage

- Found out he got aroused when he saw you tear up while fucking into his hand😦(whattt no way)

- Holds your hands above your head when you try to cover your mouth

- “I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours let me hear every sound you make”

- Was going mental listening to you

- “ your moans drive me so crazy….ah! please don’t stop!!”

- “wanna see what you do to me?”

- “Am I making you feel good? Please…please Name say I am”

- likes to be praised and told he’s doing a good job

- so harsh w his thrusts bc he wants you tell him he’s doing well

- Eye contact through the mirror AHHHHHH

- Pushes down on your neck to make your back arch up into him

- mini photo shoot of you both while he’s balls deep inside you he’s just like “cheese!”

- overstimulation😵‍💫a little self indulgent

- bro’s whiny himself and you are both just so LOUD but tried to cover his up so he can hear yours

- was a eeny weeny bit mean honestly🤭

- wants to be the only one to hear the sounds you make

- made you look at how good he’s plowing in and out of you

- pulled completely out to see the sexed out expression you make just to shove all of him in again to see your eyes roll back and hear you cry his name in complete bliss

- having sex w him was so so chaotic

- so many positions (like…so many)

- risking getting caught by doing it in a public bathroom

- when you licked down to the base of his cock he almost passed out

- like pushed you off covering his mouth panting bc typa pass out💀

- 100% a switch bc he just likes you to use him sometimes🤭

- more of a giver than a receiver but doesn’t turn you down if you want to just pleasure him for a while

#tumblr #x reader #georg #gustav #tom #bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tokio hotel #bill #tokio hotel x reader #bill x reader #bill Kaulitz x reader #m! reader #writing #romance #singers #music #505 #the neighborhood #bill kaulitz smut #Kaulitz x reader

[jewishvitya]

Hi, I stumbled upon your political posts (and then Yuri, you might get me to watch it now) and I find your perspective fascinating. Maybe it's because I grew up with rather a lot of exposure to Palestinians and various peace movements, but your experience is alien to me, and I am really thankful to be able to read it.

I would like to ask, what do you define as Zionism? As the last month taught me that no two people define this term the same. For me it is the ability for the Jewish people to control our own life in a land that we are bound to, and that has no contradiction with the Palestinian doing the same on this land, that they are bound to it as well. No pressure to answer, just pure curiosity.

And if I may offer some hope for our future? On the fourth day of the war, someone who helps in one of the donation centres for the displaced Israelis ask in the group chat if there is a way to pass the extra clothing and equipment to the people of Gaza. In the past two month I got invites for over a dozes or meeting between Israelis and Palestinians, meetings were both sides shared their sorrows and hopes. When an acquaintance was raising money to help a Bedouin family whose house was hit by a rocket, he has to tell people to stop donating. People in my surrounding have been talking about the day after, building plans so they could help build a better place for both people. A long-fought battle in the courts was won, and a group of settlers were ordered to evacuate Palestinian land. Activists have been going to assist in the olive harvests in the West Bank, despite it all.

There is hope for us here.

Hi! Thank you! If you do watch YOI I hope you enjoy it lol.

I know my experience is not very common. Even other Israelis get shocked by the depth of the hatred and the indoctrination sometimes. I try to emphasize that it comes from the most extremist community we have, because I have no idea what the schooling looks like in other areas.

And sure, I'll try to explain, and maybe also why I choose to label myself as anti-zionist.

I don't know that I can give you a dictionary definition, because I define zionism mainly by what it did in practice - the colonizing of Palestine. And when I say colonizing, I'm not making claims about indigeniety or lack of it. I'm defining it through our tactics and our actions. Especially because early in the movement they openly used colonialist frameworks.

Some of the softer definitions of zionism, things like our right to self determination, our right to seek safety - these aren't things I'm against. And I understand that within zionism there were other proposed ideas that weren't necessarily meant to end up with an ethnostate, resulting in ethnic cleansing. So I know zionism is more complicated than what we see in Israel. But what we see now is the reality people are living as the outcome.

If we came here and said "we've been longing to go back here for such a long time, we suffered so much abuse, we want to live alongside you in our shared homeland, can we find a way to ensure our safety and yours" - this would have been a different conversation. Still complicated, because mass immigration is complicated, but different.

In reality, we destroyed communities to manufacture an ethnic majority. Tore a whole society apart and shattered it, spread it all over the world. We killed and expelled and traumatized. I called it the cycle of abuse on the scale of nations - taking horrors we suffered and inflicting them on others. So given the practical results of the zionist movement, I can't treat those softer definitions as the "true" definitions that people should go by.

I keep thinking about Jewish refugees being given the homes of Palestinians with meals still on the table. Because of course we have a right to food and shelter, but not at their expense. And I know you agree with me on this.

When I say I oppose zionism, that's generally because I'm talking about the reality, the impact the movement had on human lives, not an idealized version we might imagine or a philosophy someone wrote about that never came to be.

For me, if I want to talk about our safety in our ancestral homeland and detach it from the horrors committed by Israel, zionism isn't the right framework. And after all the destruction we caused the land to conquer and colonize it, if I want to talk about our connection to it, I think zionism shouldn't be the word I'm using.

There's also an aspect of, by insisting on defining zionism through a nicer idea rather than harm done to real people, I see it as taking away a language that oppressed people are using to talk about their oppression.

I hope that makes sense.

I really want us to find a different way to work towards safety, without it being at the expense of another group of people.

And thank you for that last paragraph. I definitely have hope. It's hard, seeing videos of our soldiers being so gleeful about the destruction. I lost a friend of over ten years because of the callous and cruel things he said over the past couple of months, and I can't bring myself to repeat them. But I know that better things are possible, and I'm glad we're building towards them. I'm terrified that our government won't let us move in that direction, but we're going to push there anyway.

#riki babbles

[audriandae]

random new humans are weird thought

Are humans one of the few species (or the only?) to put numerous warning labels on things (labels that tend to get ignored). For example the 'keep out of reach of children' label for stuff like plastic bags. 'Do not put on head' type thing because people could suffocate. Imagine if other species either had more or less common sense than humans.

More: warning labels not required, they already know all the risks of that type of thing/don't need to be reminded with written warnings -> humans probably die/get injured more frequently when using equipment made by that smarter species.

Less: either don't even put warning labels on things (-> that species is frequently injured by manufactured products), or have a lot more warning labels and safety precautions and redundancies to reduce the likelihood of injuries (though they likely still have those)

#humans are weird #humans are strange #humans are space orcs #odd thoughts #auds thoughts

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Laboratory Safety: The Hierarchy of Controls

Though many people may think of safety glasses or lab coats as the safest way to protect oneself in a laboratory setting, personal protective equipment (PPE) is actually considered the last and least effective step. The goal with safety in laboratories is almost always to make the use of PPE unnecessary or redundant - with the caveat and acknowledgement that sometimes, that just isn't possible.

Nevertheless, let's take a look at the steps that come before PPE:

Elimination of the hazard. Examples might be restricting the use of extension cords (possible trip hazard); doing work at ground level (e.g., eliminating the use of a ladder and bringing the work to the floor); or updating old or faulty equipment that might be more dangerous than modern versions.

Substitution of the hazard. Similar to elimination, examples include replacing chemicals with less dangerous versions that can perform the same task, or using less electricity or temperature.

Engineering controls serve to isolate people from hazards. Examples include chemical fume hoods, an interlock system for a laser setup, or remote controls to operate equipment from a distance.

Administrative controls are the rules and regulations that govern a laboratory space. They can include working on a buddy system, additional safety training, mandating rest breaks, putting up warning signs and labels, and developing standard operating procedures.

Sources/Further Reading*: (Image source - CDC) (OSHA) (OSHA hierarchy of controls) (SafetyCulture) (Lab Manager)

*Note: If you are looking for lab safety resources, any university with working laboratories should have guidelines available. Just keep in mind that as the rules get more specific, some may be location dependent (i.e., based on the local laws of the state, province, country, etc.).

#Materials Science #Science #Safety #SafetySunday #2024Daily

[oscarjcarlisle]

Hazardcore is an aesthetic that’s already existed for a long time, but that I’ve incorporated into my near-post-scarcity worldbuilding project.

What do people in such a post scarcity world do? With no job, free rent, free food, free internet, a monthly stipend around $1500 (2023 continental US buying power… ish) and hobby shops nearby, hiking trails everywhere, drugs, power tools, and spray paint available for a reasonable price, all delivered by automated train from… y’know… over there. Somewhere.

The (a) result is Hazardcore, a movement of people who enjoy dangerous hobbies of all kinds sharing their experiences and custom gear online, seeking out ways to top themselves and each other, design and build new equipment to do it, and make sure you’ve got the skill and balls to pull it off.

I doodle fashion designs, but that can tell part of the story. They incorporate a lot of caution stripes, warning labels, and bright colors, both for fun and because it can legit save your life.

And as any subculture that people devote their entire lives to has, it’s developed more… frivolous fashion as well. Sometimes fashion gets in the way of safety and… well, medical care is also free and bloodstains fit the aesthetic.

And a lot of people die. It’s widely socially discouraged. Some people call it a cult.

#furry #opossum #urbanwear #worldbuilding #anthro #anthro opossum #hazardcore #warning labels #fashion #accidental lore dump #lore dump

[tiannasfanfic]

Jackass

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: When the cast of a popular reality tv stunt show is hired to perform in Corroded Coffin’s new video, Eddie Munson finds himself an unwilling participant, as well as a new love interest.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns, no Y/N. Strangers to lovers, Rockstar!Eddie x Jackass!Reader, early 2000’s setting. I’d like to give a huge shoutout to the Eddie’s Sluts Discord Server, particularly @strangerxperv and @kleenexwoman for their encouragement to turn this very stupid idea of mine into a fic. 🖤💜

CW: Slight Fuckboy!Eddie x Fuckgirl!Reader in the beginning; allusions of hooking up; surprise tazing; mention of a ankle injury (no details).

Word Count: 1,539

WARNING! The following show features stunts performed either by professionals or under the supervision of professionals. Accordingly, MTV and the producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed on this show.

One of the songs on Corroded Coffin’s latest album is a fun, upbeat rock song about doing stupid shit when you’re young. All four members contributed stories for it, as well as some of their friends, but while it was extremely fun to write, everyone just assumed it would fly under the radar.

We all know what they say about assuming.

The song quickly blew up upon the album’s release with audiences finding it funny and extremely relatable. The label quickly began promoting it as a single and a music video was ordered to be made.

While the guys had the initial idea of the video, which was to show each one of them taking turns doing the stupid stuff Eddie was singing about, the director took it a step further. The crew of MTV’s hit show Jackass are brought in both to ramp the situations up to ridiculous levels and execute them while Corroded Coffin performs in the background just slightly out of harm’s way.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant are all hyped since they are big fans of the show, but it isn’t all that exciting for Eddie. He’s never seen it. The whole concept has always sounded stupid as hell to him, which is only reinforced every time someone makes him watch clips from it.

Even though you had consulted on a few technical aspects for the stunt choreography, you hadn’t been needed for the video initially. A frantic phone call from one of your producers changed that thought when they realized you had some of the safety gear they needed. Since this was vital equipment, the shoot had to be put on hold, so you quickly loaded it all up and high tailed it down there. You decided to stick around to help since they were a couple hours behind by the time you arrived.

Since you weren’t at the morning meeting when all the Jackass crew members were formally introduced to everyone on set, Eddie doesn’t recognize you and assumes you are just one of the few extras that recently arrived on set. But, regardless of who you are, he thinks you’re hot, and since performing always makes him horny, he decides you should be given the opportunity to help him relieve it.

But while Eddie doesn’t recognize you, you instantly recognize him as soon as he approaches you. You can hardly believe it when he immediately starts flirting with you. Though, calling it flirting is putting it mildly. Even though he’s being incredibly smooth about it, it’s obvious he has only one thing on his mind right now. You are perfectly okay with this, however. You weren’t about to turn down the opportunity to get railed by the lead singer of a band you really like, and so you return his advances. Once lunch is called, it doesn’t take long before the inevitable invitation slides from Eddie’s lips when you ask what his plans were.

“I usually go back to my trailer to eat,” he says, licking his lips at that last word as he lets his gaze slowly wander down your body again. “Care to keep me company?”

His voice dripped with honey, his tone making the warmth between your legs grow. You smiled, opened your mouth to accept his offer…

And then your friends struck.

It all happened extremely fast, and with all of Eddie’s attention on you, all he knew was, one minute, you were looking at him with the sort of bedroom eyes that had the blood flowing to his cock already, and then then next, your body lurched forward into his arms as you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

You immediately jumped away from the now stunned Eddie and whirled around. That’s when he saw a man running away from you both while laughing his ass off.

“Ryan, you motherfucker!” you roared before taking off after the man. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!”

Confused, Eddie watched you running away until some wild, boisterous cheering caught his attention. He looked over to see a small group watching the whole fiasco that consisted of the other members of Corroded Coffin and a few of the guys from Jackass. They had a video camera out and were all roaring with laughter as they recorded you chasing the guy named Ryan around the video set.

“Sorry Eddie!” called Gareth through his laughter.

This drew everyone else’s attention to Eddie. The camera pivoted towards him as one of the guys, a man named Johnny, jogged over to him with a good natured, but cocky grin on his face.

“Yeah, sorry about cockblocking you back there, Eddie,” Johnny said, his voice sounding anything but sorry. “But, man, we owe you a big one for that, we’ve been trying to get them with the Taser Cam for MONTHS.”

The Taser Cam, as it turns out, was your idea initially and you oversaw the planning and execution. It was one of the most popular skits on the show and that’s because you were a sneaky little shit with it. Even though they all knew you could be packing a taser at any given moment, they all had a bad habit of letting their guard down around you.

Even though they’d been gunning for revenge for a while, all attempts to tase you in return had failed miserably. This wasn’t entirely a problem since you all had a healthy level of paranoia and distrust for each other by now, it was just highly annoying for them all. You always managed to work out when they were trying to set you up, even if it was at the last second.

So, when Gareth made an offhand comment to Jeff about Eddie trying to get his dick wet at work again, and drew Johnny’s attention, he saw how engrossed you were in the man, he couldn’t resist. This really was the perfect opportunity, your attention had been entirely on Eddie, and Johnny recognized this as their big chance.

Eddie was so dumbfounded by the whole thing, he wasn’t sure if he should be pissed or impressed.

In the end, he does get you stretched out on the couch of his trailer just like he wanted, only not in the way he expected. It was the closest place to lay you down at so the onsite EMTS could look at you. While you were perfectly fine from the tasing, you had tripped while running after Ryan and now you couldn’t put any weight on one of your feet.

“It doesn’t look like a break,” said one of the paramedics as she finished looking you over. “Probably just a bad sprain, but you should have some x-rays taken to be sure. Need us to take you?”

“Nah,” you said, shaking your head. “Tremaine will strangle me if I take an ambulance for a non-emergency again.”

Eddie blinked a few times in surprise while Johnny and Ryan laughed.

“Yeah, he’s already gonna explode when he hears about this,” Johnny said, taking off his sunglasses to wipe tears from his eyes. “You just got released yesterday.”

“Right?” you sighed as the paramedics let themselves out. “Wonder how much longer this is going to put me down for.”

The whole situation was so ridiculous that it had rendered Eddie speechless, thus he had been uncharacteristically quiet since your tasing. But the current conversation piqued his curiosity.

“Released?” he asked looking over at you.

“Yeah, by my doctor,” you said, nodding. “I’ve been off work for, what?” You looked over at Johnny. “Two months now?”

“Almost, yeah,” he said, nodding, then burst out laughing. “Man, Ehren’s gonna be pissed. This means you and Bam can’t do the boarding segment next week.”

You looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Why would Ehren be pissed?” you asked, confused. “He’s not in that one.”

“No, he’s not,” said Johnny, and then a grin spread across his face that gave Eddie goosebumps. “But I think you being off with another injury is a good reason for all of us to be a little more safety conscious, wouldn’t you all agree?”

You and Ryan burst out laughing.

“Safety First!” the two of you then cried out in unison and Johnny clapped.

As badly as Eddie hated to admit it, you now fascinated him. Granted, he thought you were batshit insane at this point, but that only piqued his interest more. He ended up being thankful for the interruption.

With as thankful as he was for that, it didn’t compare to how thankful he was later when he found out exactly how close he came to getting tazed instead of you. Since they had to be so sneaky and quick about the whole thing, Ryan almost missed. One inch to the left and it would’ve been Eddie who received the jolt of electricity.

A few weeks later when Uncle Wayne found out who his nephew was dating now, he started going back to church.

Unlike Eddie, he actually does watch the show.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson au #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #rockstar!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #jackass fanfic

[skellymom]

"Ballroom Blitz"

The Bad Batch Clone Fic Gift Exchange

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Used BOTH of your prompts:

"This is not a clone clubhouse." Appears in this introduction.

"I don't believe that is the proper use of delicate equipment."

Characters: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker and 3 female OC's to pair with them. Stayed away from the tropes mentioned that you didn't want used. Had these OC's dancing around in my mind for several months...and YOU gave me the inspiration to use them! Thank you!!!

Story is written in third person as I LOVE supporting characters and being omniscient about the surrounding environment, building it up like YOU are watching a movie.

Summary: Clone Force 99 visits a dumpy nightclub for "science". These guys can't stay out of trouble. Tech finds friendship, Hunter figures out a secret, and Wrecker falls in love for the first time.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Swearing, fighting (no blood), explosion, fire, clone angst, sexual suggestion only.

Dancers waited behind the stage for their cue scanning the club’s dance floor. 

A Chiss named Saxe remarked with a disgusted look as she spied numerous shiny's among the crowd, "This is not a clone clubhouse."  

Rueby rolled her eyes at Saxe and sassed, “Honey, I thought this was a clone WHOREHOUSE!” 

The other dancers laughed at the clap back. Most of them KNEW the clones enjoyed the woman, men, and the genderfluid staff genuinely, happy to lap up the attention, tipped handsomely, and brought their favorites gifts as often as they had GAR leave to visit. Plus, they were handsome, non-threatening...most of the time. Usually only did the occasional stupid thing, which the Republic covered for monetarily. 

However, there was the rare dancer that didn’t appreciate these men. Usually, the uppity, better-than-you types. Rueby shot a disdainful glance at Saxe who backed off. Saxe then exited the stage to relieve one of several cage dancers. 

Rueby took a deep breath and did her most inspiring power pose, psyching herself up for the next number.  

She made her entrance oozing sass and sex appeal.  Cat walking, swinging her hips and ass.  Kill you/fuck me eyes trained on the audience.  All 6 and 1/2 ft of strongly muscled dancer's frame with ONE mission in mind: TO SLAY! 

MUSIC FOR THIS FIC!

The seedy club flooded with patrons.  Officially over capacity for fire code and safety.  But the deadbeat owner of the Flushed Orchid considered this a suggestion and not a rule.  He paid off the authorities to stay open.  They looked the other way on fire codes, treatment of his dancers, dealing of spice/death sticks/sketchy backdoor tub liquor, along with other unsavory activities. 

Rueby gyrated and flipped her hair around to the eardrum splitting music.  Multicolored lights trained on her through the dark while she danced her heart out on the elevated stage. She LIVED to dance. The harder, louder, and dirtier the music, the better. A collective whoop went up from the crowd as she backflipped and ended up in the splits on the floor. 

Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech wandered into the club taking in the chaos.  

“Eh...if you guys want to leave; I have no problem...” Hunter wasn't really a fan of the lights, noise, crush of people pressing by, or the prospect of getting a beer spilled on him. 

“The Coruscant Guard HIGHLY recommended this establishment.”  Tech practically yelled over the din.  “I’m here to conduct RESEARCH.” 

Hunter wrinkled his nose. “Tech, this place is a DUMP!” 

“True, it’s not 79’s. My data gathering there is complete.  I required another study environment.” 

“WHAT WERE YOU STUDYING?”  Wrecker’s regular voice could be heard perfectly within the loud environment. 

“The pre-mating rituals of the general populace of Coruscant.”  Tech answered.  “Specifically, their affinity for meeting at extremely loud and crowded places that handicap their ability to communicate effectively.  In addition, to observe how the consumption of alcohol changes the degree of their deeply held inhibitions.” 

Hunter shook his head.  “Go head, gather ‘data’.  I’m going to the bar to inhibit my senses.” 

Tech made a beeline for the stage.   

Wrecker followed...then he spotted Rueby! 

A beautiful, strapping Zeltron woman, with ample hips, and a Calypgian behind.  Her smooth skin was a beautiful shade of passionate red. Wrecker heard of legends regarding woman warrior giantesses.  Women almost as large as himself.  Probably even strong enough to sweep him off his feet.   

And she was hanging upside down off a metal pole, sensually caressing her deep indigo hair. 

Wrecker followed Tech through the crush of gyrating bodies on the dance floor.  They could only get 20 feet from the stage. 

Tech was too busy being IN the crowd, watching the “pre-mating ritual” of the people around them. 

Wrecker was entranced.  Rueby was now SPINNING ON THE POLE and holding herself horizontally off it with minimal effort!  While wearing stiletto boots.  

Rueby DEFINITELY noticed Wrecker.  She smiled right at him and released pheromones in her excitement. 

Honestly...this was a FIRST for Wrecker.  He usually noticed food, bombs, and the infatuations of his brothers.  For himself...it just never seemed to be the same. 

Until tonight.  Wrecker was experiencing an AWAKENING. 

Meanwhile, at the bar, Hunter flagged down Tipsy, the Twi ’lek barkeep.   

“What’ll it be Handsome?” She usually flirted playfully with the patrons.  And her tips reflected the extra attention they appreciated. 

“Take some Spotchka.” Hunter smiled. 

Tipsy filled the glass, sliding it across to Hunter.  “YOU boys don’t strike me as the usual clones who hang out here.  What’s your story?  IF you care to tell...” 

Hunter sipped his drink.  The lavender hued lady taking an interest had him rethink hurrying Tech and Wrecker out of the bar early. 

“We’re defective.  Belong to Clone Force 99.” 

“Oh!  Heard about you guys!!!”  Tipsy leaned forward on the bar taking extreme interest.  “Crazy stories.  You guys are OFF THE CHAIN!” 

Hunter grinned.  “Hm...we get the job done.” 

“Good looking AND capable.” she winked. 

Hunter blushed and took another sip. 

Several Reg clones and a Gotal summoned for service at the other end of the bar. 

“Be back later.  Gotta serve the patrons.” 

Hunter watched her go, grinning into his glass. 

Vix loaded up her tray and waded out into the tight crowd.  She HATED nights like this.  Being short and petite felt stifling in the crush of bodies.  On top of that, carrying a tray full of drinks and hoping not to spill anything was nerve wracking. 

She was SO CLOSE to earning enough money to quit this dump and start school.  Her plans were to study Botany off-world.  The thought of sitting in a quiet hololibrary and studying up on plant life relieved a bit of stress until... 

...someone YANKED on her tail!  Vix yelped angrily, baring her teeth. 

SHE WAS SO SICK OF THIS SHIT!!! 

Tech heard Vixs’ protest and looked up from his holopad. 

He noticed she was a small Amaran female who seemed to be in pain.  Their eyes met briefly.  His in query to her predicament, her’s in frustration. 

Vix flattened her ears and turned away from Tech to the large Houk holding her tail in his grasp. 

“Hello foxy lady.”  He leered. 

“Sir, the view is the ONLY thing I’m obliged to give you.  Let go of my tail!”  Her anger rising. 

“Aww...such a cute little angry redhead...” 

“I do believe the lady politely requested that you release her coccygeal vertebrae.”  Tech was now standing next to Vix. 

“Wut?” The Houk was dumbfounded. 

“HE SAID LET GO OF MY TAIL, YOU ASSHAT!” Vix screamed above the din of the nightclub.  Some of the patrons stopped dancing, turning to watch the fracas. 

The Houk’s attitude went from stupid to vitriol.  “BITCH!” 

Vix had enough.  She threw the tray of drinks at him. 

He finally let go of her tail.  But he went for the throat with his big hammy hands. 

Tech pulled her out of the way, the Houk stumbled past knocking over patrons.  Many of the dancers stopped and stared at the altercation. Some of the clones stepped up to assist but fell back seeing it was only the Defective Clones who were in a bind. 

The Houk got up and ran for them again.  Vix yanked the holopad from Tech’s hands and threw it with all she had, hitting the Houk right between the eyes.  It stopped him only minimally, as he bellowed in anger. 

"I don't believe that is the proper use of delicate equipment" Tech quipped as the Houk picked him up off the ground and was lifted above its head. 

“Oh...NO... I’M SO SORRY!!!” Vix was terrified Tech would meet his end trying to help her. 

Tipsy and Hunter were really hitting it off, until... 

Her eyes went wide in horror, pointing over Hunter’s shoulder “Is THAT one of your guys over there???” 

Hunter spun around to see Tech being held aloft horizontally above the crowd by an angry Houk.  To his credit, Tech looked extremely calm.  But the Houk looked as though he was going to throw Tech across the room. 

“WHAT THE KRIFF DID HE DO???”  Hunter just wanted a drink or two, then leave to go to bed.  

There was NO way Hunter was going to get across the bar to save Tech’s ass in time.  Too many bodies in the way...but he tried to wade through... 

Until Wrecker’s fist connected with the Houk’s face.  He went down like a sack of bricks.  Wrecker caught Tech from falling into the crowd. 

That move caused TOTAL MAYHEM!  Drunken patrons with pent up emotions took this as a sign to commence in a BAR FIGHT!!! 

People started screaming, fighting, breaking things. Mob mentality took over, infecting the whole establishment. 

Wrecker stood above the fray with his tall frame.  Still holding Tech to keep him from being dragged under in the craziness.  Vix wasn’t as lucky. 

“Vix!”  Rueby yelled from the stage.  Wrecker turned to see his Zeltron crush dive off the stage into the crowd like it was a river.  She came up pushing bodies furiously away from her path.  One patron decided he wanted to throw a punch her way.  She picked his ass up and threw him across the room. 

“Rueby!  HELP!!!”  Rueby pushed and struggled her way through the crowd towards the small panicked voice.  Then dipped down below the frenzied sea of bodies.  A minute later, Rueby emerged pushing bodies out of the way while holding Vix. 

Someone’s death sticks ignited something flammable in the room, and huge flames erupted.  The patrons who weren’t fighting were pushing and trampling each other to escape the burning building. 

“WRECKER!  TECH!!!”  Hunter was now caught in the fray and being pulled away from his brothers. 

“RUEBY!”  Tipsy could see Hunter was too far out in the crowd to bring him back to the bar.  “Help him!  WE ALL HAVE TO GET THE KRIFF OUT OF HERE!!!”  Tipsy pointed to Hunter.  Then she grabbed a chair, busted out the window, and jumped through it. 

Rueby recognized the boys by their matching armor, knowing they belonged together. 

“HEY BEEFCAKE!”  She yelled to Wrecker.  “GO OUT THROUGH THE BACK STAGE!  I’LL GET YOUR SERGEANT.” 

Wrecker nodded. 

“WAIT!”  Rueby yelled.  “CATCH!!!” 

She tossed Vix over the heads of the crowd to Wrecker.  He shifted Tech to his right arm and caught Vix with his left.  She yelped in terror.   

“Hold on!”  Tech grabbed onto Vix “This is going to be a VERY bumpy ride!!! 

Wrecker mowed through the crowd, hip checking people out of the way and hopped up on the stage. 

Rueby pushed and body slammed people out of the way best she could in the chaos.  Reaching out to Hunter as he extended his hand to her.  She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up and out of the crowd.  As her other hand could reach, she grasped the front of his armor and yanked him up over her shoulder...like he was a tiny child. 

Hunter was used to Wrecker doing this, but not a beautiful strapping woman wearing next to nothing.  She was holding his leg with one hand and gripping his buxom bottom with the other.  He could feel the fire, smell everything burning, the screams of fear were too much for his ears...it ALL was too much for him right about now. 

He just wanted a drink.  How did everything go SO WRONG??? 

Rueby managed to make it to the stage.  Wrecker set down Tech and Vix.  Then pulled Rueby up.  She set Hunter down. 

“We gotta bolt!  When the bar catches fire, WE’RE BANTHA BARBECUE!!!” 

Everyone ran like hell to the backstage exit. 

Hunter, Vix, and Tech made it out first.  They ran behind the trash dumpster for safety. 

Rueby and Wrecker barely made it out when all the alcohol in the bar ignited. 

The back door blew off its hinges, slammed into Wrecker, who slammed into Rueby.   

Hunter, Vix, and Tech watched their friends literally ride the heavy metal door across the back courtyard, over the tower railing...screaming bloody murder all the way. 

They disappeared out of view... 

...as their screams carried off into the distance...and down. 

“HOLY SHIT!” Hunter was mortified. 

“They...are they...” Vix couldn't even finish. 

“Sounds as though they are in freefall.” Tech’s head was cocked, listening.  “It’s an awfully long fall down to The Bottoms of Coruscant.” 

They ran past the courtyard, up to the railing, and leaned over... 

...to see Rueby and Wrecker hugging each other tightly, sitting on the steel door like a magic carpet as it gracefully glided up towards them. 

“How the HELL???”  Hunter was STILL mortified. 

Tech was glad he recorded the whole ordeal.  What an amazing visual. 

The door glided up over their heads coming down to rest on the balcony.  Both Wrecker and Rueby were safely out of harm's way.  But they wouldn’t let go of each other for quite some time. 

They all stared at each other for a minute speechless. 

“You’re welcome!”  Came a voice behind them. 

They all spun around to see Anakin Skywalker standing up in his hover craft hands raised.   

Obi Wan Kenobi was in the driver’s seat.  “Detonation Surfing seems to be a rather dangerous sport to take up, wouldn’t you say?”  His eyes twinkled. 

“You’re pretty lucky we drove by when we did.”  Anakin smirked.  “That first date would have been your last.”  

Wrecker sheepishly glanced at Rueby, who hugged Wrecker tighter. Her Zeltron pheromones had him in a state of horny bliss. The danger aspect of what just happened had her shivering against him...in an excited manner. 

“Anakin and Obi Wan thank you for assisting Wrecker and...” Hunter deferred to... 

“Rueby!” Tipsy appeared, running up and embracing her and Wrecker. Then she ran to Vix and Tech hugging them both. “I’m SO GLAD everyone is safe!”  

Tech was surprised by the physical contact. But not put off about it either. 

Tipsy then embraced Hunter and planted a HUGE kiss on his lips. He leaned in, embracing the Twilek, kissing her deeply, then pulled away, face bright red. He turned to see everyone staring at him... 

...Anakin Skywalker gave Hunter a conspiratorial look and smiled...something passed between them both in an instant... 

...and it occurred to him suddenly WHY Anakin was so odd with Rex the other day on the landing pad, why he seemed to spend SO MUCH time with Senator Amidala. 

That DOG! His secret was safe with Hunter.  

“General Skywalker, General Kenobi.” Hunter cleared his throat and nodded to them both. 

Kenobi spied the nightclub on fire behind him then addressed Anakin. “Seems there may be more souls in need of our assistance.” 

Before Kenobi could brief his padawan, Anakin Force jumped from the craft...over the guardrail and the group, then ran TOWARDS the fire disappearing from view. 

Kenobi shook his head and sighed “A Jedi’s work is NEVER done. Stay safe, everyone!” He swung the craft around and headed towards the burning building. 

The group waved as he sped away, stunned by their Jedi antics. 

The night wasn’t a total loss.  

Our merry group convened at the local Waffle Hovel. It was Wrecker’s idea. 

The men pushed together several of the small tables to fit everyone in their party. Besides, Baash the “Awful Waffle’s” owner, was used to seeing people in all sorts of conditions after partying all night on Coruscant. He didn’t care, long as they paid the bill. 

Rueby, Tipsy, and Vix lamented that their wallet’s burned in the fire...as they certainly didn’t have pockets in their skimpy attire to carry on their person.  

“No worries, ladies. We’ve got you covered.” Hunter’s headache left him as soon as they stepped into the quiet establishment, smelling the wonderful aroma of Baash’s Space Flapjacks.  

His attention was also taken up by Tipsy, who sat across from him. They made silent goo-goo eyes at one another. 

Same for Wrecker. He and Rueby eyed each other over their menus, making funny puns about the food. 

Sitting across from one another and between the two smitten duos were Tech and Vix. They babbled and info dumped excitedly realizing they both shared a passion: Botany. 

“...we were lucky to have survived the carnivorous Meat Flower of Dagoba, and I must say...” Tech trailed off. “Whatever is the matter?” 

Vix had suddenly gone silent and sad. “I was SO CLOSE to being able to quit the Flushed Orchid...and start my studies. Have to find another job that will hire an Amaran...don’t know if we are going to see our last credits from this one.” 

Tipsy added “Bet that slummy boss of ours will take all the insurance payout credits and run off.” 

“He was probably betting on it being the Fried Orchid at some point. That man let the place go SO badly. And he’s got friends that will ignore the way he kept it to get those credits.” Rueby was angry. 

“We know people at 79’s who will happily hire you. That is if you want to continue bar work and dancing?” Hunter offered. 

“Yes! It was much harder to get hired in due to it being more upscale. I’ll take it!!! Tipsy perked up. “The pay is SO much better too.” 

Rueby smiled. “Whooo! I’ll get to dance at the REAL CLONE CLUBHOUSE!!!” 

“OOH, and I can visit ya at work in-between missions!” Wrecker was excited at the prospect. 

“Oh honey...YOU can visit me ANYTIME.” She released more pheromones. Wrecker almost floated away with pure bliss. 

Vix exhaled and exhaustedly hung her head. “I can’t do it. Tried so hard...but, the bar scene just isn’t for me.” 

Tech politely intervened. “I am quite certain you will qualify for some financial assistance, including dorm rooming as well...If you choose.  In addition, I shall speak to Coruscant University’s head administrator. They have some...’ wiggle room’ filling seats at their lectures.” 

Vix was speechless.  “Wait...what’s the catch?” She warily inquired. 

Tech and Hunter were taken aback by the query. 

Rueby and Wrecker ignored the conversation and kept flirting. The rest of the people at the table no longer took precedence. They were in their own little world. 

Tech added curtly “Vix, remember the clones who witnessed how you and I were treated tonight? And their refusal to step in to help a stranger in need...and a fellow brother.” The memory struck a chord with the otherwise emotionally removed clone. 

“Oh... Yes.” Vix’s face clouded with disappointment. 

“We are NOT like THEM.” Tech glibly answered.  

Hunter softened and fixed Tipsy and Vix with puppy dog eyes “Just want to help. We know what it’s like to struggle. There are no strings attached. WE PROMISE.” 

“Ehhhh, MY FAVORITE CLONES! And they got some company here. HELLO LADIES! What are we orderin’ tonight eh?” Baash swooped in. “Tonight's special is Baash’s Hash! Best spicy potatoes this side of Coruscant. Ha-HAAA!!!” 

Tech and Vix debated the various choices on the menu while Baash patiently assisted. 

“Mmmm...I LIKE spice...” Rueby eyed Wrecker. 

He giggled like a maniac. 

“Get a room you two.” Hunter sassed. 

He was then hit in the face with a wadded-up napkin from across the table. 

Tipsy’s lekku went from a light lavendar to a blushed grape color. He noticed her sly smile. Then he detected a heady scent just under the aroma of cooked food. 

She leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s get one of our own.” 

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

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[hyperfreaksating]

Gonna put your characters in a modernish au because an Au where Groar is a bit apprehensive because they are supposed to open for the rather notorious rockstar Buggy the Clown, who’s been known to be… difficult to work with, but they actually see their chance at getting somewhere trying to do this band thing more professionally, so they take the opportunity and… turns out that Buggy has mellowed out in the past years after his marriage to his bassist Red and the birth of their three kids.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still an asshole, but him sitting them all down to tell them just EXACTLY what he expects from them and how he WILL not tolerate tardiness and how he WILL just get someone else to open for him is just a tad diminished by three toddlers being present and him very obviously just wanting to cut to the chase so he can get back to spending the Sunday with his wife.

Law watches him down an, non alcoholic, beer and set it down on the table, while one of his kids is drawing and the other is just bouncing around the couch next to him. „If you fuckers break ANY of my equipment you can haul your asses back home.“ he states, glaring as intimidating at them as a man who’s just opened a new box of crayons for his son can glare at someone. „I don’t care how punk you think you’ll look smashing guitars or dropping mics, every single floorboard on this stage is worth more money than all of your instruments combined and I - Blaze be careful.“ He sends a chopped hand after his son who was just about to tumble off the couch, catching him by the ankle and dragging him back to safety. The kid giggles and squeals in delight and the clowns lips quirk upwards for a second. „… Well?“ „huh?“ „DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? GOD DID YOU SHIDIOTS NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING I SAID?“ „We’re clear!“ Osha interjects hastily. „Of course!“ Killer turns his head over his shoulder to Bepo, who they planned to bring along as a sort of buffer / intimidation tactic. Just tell the Mink to stand behind them with his arms crossed and he doesn’t even have to say anything. Should have been an easy job. To bad Bepo had immediately been confiscated by the daughter of the triplets and is now too busy cooing over her and flipping trough various kids picture books detailing the sea creatures of the grandline while she babbles happily.

They are saved from this mildly uncomfortable and confusing situation when Red herself finally comes in and Buggy shoos them out, rattling the rest of his rules (Don’t out flashy him, don’t touch his instruments, no rotisserie chicken parties, don’t look at his wife, don’t smile at her, don’t even breathe in her general direction etc.) before slamming the door behind them.

All in all this could have gone much worse.

OK SO.

First of all : THANK YOU SO MUCH. I LOVE THIS. OMG. I love every single part of it. Even if I had to google what a rotisserie chicken partie and everything I found was kinda sexual

But ALSO hold my beer because I actually had something like this (crossing Redbomb & G.R.O.A.R in a kindof modern punk AU) in mind for a while and your message was the kick in the ass I needed to work on it.

SO

In this AU Buggy is a former rockstar and a producer (fit wells with the "I'm lazy but I go and look for treasure"), he met Red as she was singing in a bar and begged her to join his label. Also in this AU life isn't a bitch and parents don't die (well, except Law biological parents) so Corazon is still alive an he comes to. every. single. G.R.O.A.R concert. and has their merch.

#buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy one piece #redbomb family #buggy #redbombshipping #one piece oc #redbomb triplets #one piece original character #GROAR band #GROAR au #G.R.O.A.R #one piece au #band au #modern au #traflagar law #trafalgar op #trafalgar law #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #killer one piece #oc x canon #fankids #berwald osha

[daughter-of-sapph0]

fda, food safety people, and anyone with a brain honestly: hey, just so you know, you need to clean your equipment that you use. if you have equipment and machines that aren't cleaned, then certain allergens can contaminate your food and seriously hurt or even kill people who eat you stuff

food companies: hmm I see

food companies: instead of cleaning stuff, I'll just put every single allergen possible into my food (which often costs more than just hiring people to clean stuff), and then change all the packaging (which also costs more) to say that "this food contains eggs, wheat, tree nuts, peanuts, cocoa, milk, and every other thing someone might be allergic to" in tiny little print on the back of the package and not tell any of our customers. this is far more efficient than cleaning! no, I don't care at all about losing or even potentially killing customers because now our food is allergic to them with minimal warning. I'm just too lazy to hire people to clean. because there's a tiny little label on the back that says "contains things that might kill people", I legally am not responsible if people die :)

I'm struggling very hard to not become a terrorist right now.

#dostxt

[lordsovorn]

Anatomy of the Purgatory, Part I

In our desire for safety and comfort, we chase power, and power requires understanding.

The Under is vast and treacherous, and humans once used to search for ways to dissect and classify even their very prison-underworld.

...

"A hallway (or a corridor) is a long, even or at least smooth-floored passage fit for human passage, while a room is an enclosed, more or less flat-floored area with roughly even dimenstions. A tunnel, in contrast, is unfit for walking passage in one way or another, while a cell is a space that you can't stand up in or walk for more than five steps in a straight line.

These basic units allow to break space up into regions and connections, and to classify it qualitatively according to the properties of moving through it.

...

Tunnels are sometimes classified into chimneys, cracks, worm tunnels, river tunnel, pits, cataracts, etc. These descriptors allow to specify in short what kind of equipment might be needed to traverse them, and what can traverse them naturally.

...

Staircases are semi-vertical passages that are estimated to be climbable without equipment. In the twisting tunnels of Under, almost all motion requires climbing in one way or another, and one MUST be able to climb proficiently to get anywhere from anywhere. Staircases are thus a subjective category, used when the speaker considers a steep route passable in general, but not trivial enough to label it a hallway. Cliffs and balconies, on the other hand, distinctly cannot be accessed or descended safely from without ropes, ice axes or modifying the environment.

...

It is vital to distinguish between:

1) True dead ends - only one connection, corridor or tunnel.

2) False dead ends - one human-passable connection, and one or more human-impassable tunnels. The dangers of mistaking the former for the latter are obvious.

3) Passing rooms / chambers - two corridors.

4) Open rooms / chambers - three or more corridors. In the former there is only one way of retreat, and the latter allows for freer maneuvering and actually losing a pursuer."

...

Part II

#pixelart #art #украрт #lord diana art #lore #worldbuilding

[theangrycomet-art]

Loontics Unleashed: Tunnel Vision

The latest band climbing up the charts in Acemtropolis, they are one of the first non-human bands to gain recognition (as well as notoriety) in recent years after winning a record label with Acme Records in 2068.

They're technically a rock band, though they tend to explore genres.

They are scheduled to preform at the 2774 Basherball Championship halftime show, despite the more recent threats sent to them.

Lore Below:

Don't mess with any of the band member's equipment ESPECIALLY their instruments. Jax get's particularly nasty when her guitar is touched.

Dakota Frog

performer name: Lily Pad

she/her

lead vocals/bass

Writes most of the songs with Jax

in charge of choreography

Descendant of Michigan J Frog

used to suffer from severe stage fright so she could only sing in front of one person at a time

luckily she's conquered this fear with Tunnel Vision

cool headed though she isn't above getting into mischief

Jesse Rabbit (Rodger/Jessica Rabbit descendant)

Performer name: Dust Bunny

he/him

Speaks several languages-> translates their songs

Drummer/ male vocals

Descendant of Rodger and Jessica Rabbit

clutsiest of the group, he does the least amount of stunts during their shows

smooth talker- he manages their contracts and ensures they get paid fairly

acts dumber than he is so people underestimate him

Marcy the Martian

Performer Name: Asteroid Bebe

she/her

Proper Title: Crown Princess Mihl’ah Tyr'ah,

Keyboardist/ rapper

sound engineer with Jax

Daughter of Empress Tyr'ahnee and Commander X2, cousins with Melvin

though polite and well-meaning, she is regularly impeded by her short temper (this has improved as she has found an outlet through thier music)

initially visited Earth as a culture study

she's perfectly content to chill on earth for the next century or two

tranlsate's their songs into Martian, giving them a LARGE fandom amongst the Martian Empire

Jacqueline “Jax” E Coyote

performer name: Sandy Lane

she/

9 string guitar/ lead vocals

sound engineer with Marcy

Writes most of the songs with Dakota

See Link^^^

protective over her bandmates, she's usually the one to tell people off if they are crossing a line

Tech's sister

Albums:

2769: Sour Candy (the love song/bittersweet album going over the highs and lows of a relationships)

Tug a War

Heart Murmurs

Eat it Too

Mind over Matter

(I love you, Lady!) Buh bye!

Ladies and Gents

Double Blind Date

My Demons are my Angels

rock cover of “Hello my Baby”

2770: Don’t worry, this is Just a Test (experimental album)

No Martian’s were Harmed in the Making of this Song

What is this thing?

Pliers and Wires (the diffusing bomb song)

Murphy’s Law (The Disaster Song)

Self Destruct Button

Never Have I Ever

Never again

Zap!

Gravity (thou art a heartless bitch)

No Sounds in Space

2772: Open Season (the angry album) 

Count the Teeth

Leash Laws (This Bitch Bites)

Playboy Bunnies (Bad Hare Day)

Bring back the Noise (I hope you Croak)

Four Digits are All I Need (to Slap You)

Swallowing Honeybees

Pelt on the Wall

Feather Duster 

Dynamite in my Piano

2773: Insurance won’t Cover This (direct callout to how the comet situation was addressed)

What’s up, Doc?

Second Skin

You wanna put what in my what?

Arm Cast

Scalpel to the Forehead

Surgery won’t fix This

The Bone Doctor

Empty Vase

Blow my Chest Clean Off

Hospital Fees

Freaks

2774: Highlighter Pack (dedicated to the Loonatics)

Comet 

Start your Engines 

Let’s Jet

On my Radar 

Eye of the Storm

TNT’s the New Ibuprofen 

Dodging Bullets, Throwing Stones

Lab Safety

Highlighter Pack

#Loonatics Unleashed #LU OC #LU #Jacqueline Coyote #Jax E Coyote #Lily Pad #Dakota J Frog #Marcy the Martian #Asteroid Bebe #Reese Rabbit #Dust Bunny #Tunnel Vision #OC Lore #AU Lore #TheAngryComet ART #angrycomet rambles #Fan Relatives #Loonatics OC

[chiskz]

▶️ [RACHA LOG] Ep.03 리치빈 : Lee Know X CHICHI X Changbin

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The video begins with Ichi walking down the street. She corrects the camera and waves to it briefly.

CHICHI: Hey! So I was out for a little shopping and saw a poster advertising a.... a certain place. [secret already in the beginning?] The place looks really cool and there's something I haven't done before, so I think it will be fun to try it. But of course I won't go alone! [Loneliness is never an option?] I think I know who I would most like to go with. I'll go find them and ask them.

Ichi turns off the camera. The next shot shows her tentatively entering the gym in the label building. Minho is boxing on a punching bag and Changbin is warming up before lifting a barbell. Minho glances at her and stops working out.

Lee Know: Here comes trouble!

Changbin looks back and smiles at the sight of her.

Changbin: I already thought you were going to skip today's training!

CHICHI: I'm here today for something different.

She waved her hand apologetically.

CHICHI: I'm glad you two are here. A new place has opened up where I'd like to go with you and have some fun.

Lee Know: What kind of place?

CHICHI: It will be a surprise. Will you trust me?

Changbin and Minho look at each other, then Minho returns his eyes to Chichi.

Lee Know: I don't generally trust you in anything.

Ichi lowers her eyebrows and sticks out her tongue, then looks at Changbin.

CHICHI: Then at least how about you?

He nodded immediately, and Lino rolled his eyes amusedly.

Lee Know: Okay, let's go. I'm too curious now.

Ichi leads both of them by the hand to this "secret place", they are blindfolded.

Lee Know: I'm letting you to hold my hand for so long already, so it better be worth it!

CHICHI: Oh hush now!

Finally they reach the place, which turned out to be.... paintball playing center. The boys were able to take off their blindfolds.

Changbin: This is not what I expected!

Lee Know: I can shoot you guys and it's legal? [Lee Know, the main menace]

All three get the proper equipment, clothing, safety vest and special protective helmets with go-pro cameras. An employee of the paintball field also explains the rules that must be strictly adhered to - a shot is fired from a distance of MINIMUM 6 meters, a player's hit is scored when his body or his paint gun is hit.

The game conducted by LeeChiBin will look as follows: there are three rounds of 10 minutes each. In each round, a different player will start it with a red flag. The players' task is to take the flag away from the opponent. The round is won by the person who will own the flag at the end of the round. The whole game results from the person with the most wins. In case of a tie, the player who has been shot the least number of times wins.

All three go to the playing field built outside the building.

Changbin: Let's let tradition take its course and agree that the loser bets dinner!

Lino looks on, after carefully examining his paint gun.

Lee Know: Do you have too much money and want to put it to good use or what?

Ichi parries with laughter while covering her face with paint gun and Changbin looks tiredly at the camera. [it's impossible to have fun with them...]

Everyone goes to their positions, the first person with a flag is Minho. He waved it vigorously, as if making sure it's real. [Lee Know, please don't break the props]

Lee Know: I won't give it up so easily. I have a big craving for meat.

He said to the camera at his helmet. Then the signal could be heard starting the beginning of the round.

Changbin (to camera): Lee Know is unpredictable.... I wouldn't want to run into him, but since he has a flag.... I have to find him.

CHICHI (to camera): I don't want to meet Lee Know. I hope Changbin will be the first to take the flag from him, and I can take it from him in peace. [Changbin is an easier opponent???]

[however, to everyone's surprise... Lee Know runs to the middle of the field!]

Lee Know (to camera): It will be boring if everyone hides. So I'll wait for them here.

Changbin walks between the walls looking around.

Changbin (to camera): It's too quiet... It's suspicious.

Chichi creeps slowly behind him then touches him in the back with her gun. Changbin jumps back, but breathes a sigh of relief when it turns out it's not Minho.

CHICHI: Do you want to form an alliance, Binnie-ah?

Changbin lowers his eyebrows suspiciously for a moment.

Changbin: I don't know if I can trust you... This is war, after all.

CHICHI: We can't defeat him separately, but together.... Together we can have it all.

Ichi puts her hand on his shoulder and with her other hand makes a sweeping gesture as if showing him the world that could belong to them. [CHICHI's power of perspiration will work?]

Changbin finally agrees and they both quietly continue searching for Lino. He, however, finds them first and shoots each of them once, standing at a safe distance.

Lee Know: Is that all you can afford? Have you joined forces because you are so afraid of me?

Changbin and Ichi look at each other briefly, then return their eyes to Minho.

Changbin & CHICHI: Yes, actually... yes.

And for that answer they got another shots. [Could it be that Lee Know had them in a huff?]

But then, unexpectedly, Changbin started running toward him and Ichi fired from her position. Lino started to run away laughing loudly. [A happy cat finally having entertainment!]

Changbin finally caught him, hugging his back and lifting him slightly.

Changbin: Give back the flag!

Lee Know: Never!

CHICHI: GIVE THE FLAG!

Called Ichi even louder, running up to them and hugging Minho from the front. [This is not how to handle the enemy!]

However, neither of them managed to take the flag from him, at which Lino smiled triumphantly and waved it aggressively. [Winner of the first round - undefeated Lee Know!]

Minho became the winner of the remaining rounds as well, easily taking the flag from Changbin twice - in the second round, when Ichi had it first, and in the third round, when he owned it himself.

All three returned to the building to change back into their clothes and return all their equipment.

CHICHI: Lee Know is the winner, I really don't know how he did it...

Lee Know: How? You have to have cleverness and good physical conditions.

He said as if it was obvious. Ichi was declared the loser on the basis that she was shot the most times. She glanced sadly at the camera. [Someone's wallet is about to get slimmer...]

All three unanimously decided that they would eat out today. So they headed to their favorite food truck selling the best burgers in the area. After picking up their orders, they sat together on the sidewalk, away from the hustle and bustle. [LeeChiBin, for the first time quietly]

Changbin: It's too rare for us to go out together like this...

CHICHI: Yes, let's do it again sometime.

Lee Know: What about no?

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#stray kids 9th member #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #skz imagines #skz drabbles #fake racha log

[space-mermaid-writing]

The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Werewolf!Tony Stark / Vampire!Stephen Strange

Tags: hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, fluff

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Chapter 7: The one where Stephen stops smelling of nothing

Now that Tony knew, Stephen agreed to visit the engineer’s lab and let him take some tests.

Before, he had avoided entering the tower. While he knew that Tony's portable sensors didn't get a reading of him, he wasn't sure what the more equipped tech in Tony's home was able to do. He trusted his magic but he wouldn't want his secret discovered while in the enemy's home.

Not that the actual secret-revealing had gone any smoother.

Tony's personal lab had no windows, just artificial light, which meant it was safe for Stephen.

The first resident that approached him was a bot with a claw.

“Back off, DUM-E,” Tony called over to it from his work station. “Don’t spook our guest.”

Stephen waved it off. “It’s fine.” He patted the bot, who beeped happily. Even more when the cloak also reacted and greeted the bot curiously.

It wasn't long before the cloak lifted itself off Stephen's shoulders and followed the bot into a corner of the lab. The sorcerer felt as if he had inadvertently brought a child to a play date.

"Are they like Jarvis?" he asked Stark as he stepped up to him.

Tony, who had been watching the interaction from his seat, paused. Few realized that his bots were more than simple toys. "Kind of. An earlier version. Not as smart but still family."

Stephen nodded. That sounded about right.

"What are you working on?" He glanced at the table. On it were several parts of an Iron Man suit, disassembled and connected to an USB port.

"Just preparing some updates I'm planning to do once I have your data. How do you feel about trying to bite into various metal alloys with your fancy teeth?"

“I politely decline.”

“It was worth a shot.”

Stephen suppressed a smile.

Now that he was no longer hiding what he was, he felt more comfortable around the man. More like himself. There had been something from the beginning that had attracted him to Stark, and Stephen had had to actively resist that urge for his own safety. He wasn’t sure what it was. Something from the Were’s core.

Who was Stephen fooling? He had always been a sucker – ha! pun – for brains (not a pun; he wasn’t a zombie).

So maybe he stood a little closer to Stark than socially acceptable. Stark certainly didn’t complain.

But he did frown. “Did you change your magic?”

“What do you mean?”

“You smell.”

It made Stephen also frown and he raised one of his sleeves to his nose. There was nothing unusual. The spell only hid any vital signs to other people, not to him. And he didn’t stink of anything bad.

“That shouldn’t be possible,” he therefore concluded.

Tony stepped directly in front of him, right into his personal space, and sniffed at his chest, his face close up to the sorcerer’s robe. He noticed sandalwood, black tea and a whiff of vampire.

Normally that last one was reason enough to alert him and make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. But he surprisingly remained calm.

There was also something else mixed into the smell. Tony could just describe it as warm and buzzing in the background.

Could that be Strange’s magic?

It resonated with Tony and made him want to rub his face in it.

He forced himself to step back before he was able to give in. Stupid Were instincts.

“Well, yeah. It’s there.” He cleared his throat.

Stephen thought about it. “Maybe my magic decided that it no longer needs to hide that part from you.”

Tony just shrugged. He didn’t know magic could do that.

Both men weren’t sure what it meant for them and they came to the unspoken agreement to let it slide and start with the tests.

Stark took several blood samples, labeled them without mentioning the Vamp’s name, did a retina scan and then inspected his fangs.

He grinned. “Mines are bigger,” he stated as if this was an important fact.

Stephen just rolled his eyes. “You should know that it’s not about size, Stark.” He had the audacity to underline his next words with a wink. “It’s about technique.”

Tony scoffed and most certainly did not blush. He made a dismissive gesture. “Sure, tell that to yourself.” His eyes fell on Stephen’s hands and he grabbed one of them with his own, holding it gentle.

He had seen the scars before, Strange wasn’t shy of showing them to the world, even if Tony had noticed that they seemed some kind of sore point to him. Sometimes he caught the sorcerer staring at them, lost in thought.

Tony had his own scars and was polite enough not to ask about something like that unprompted. That was also why he never before had dared to touch them.

But now, being cooped up in his scientific research mode, he acted and spoke before thinking about it. “Why aren’t they healing? Shouldn’t your supreme vampire powers help with that?”

He noticed that the hands weren’t as steady as they had seemed. There were the faintest of trembles, which was highly unusual for a Vamp.

“I was only turned after my accident. After they put eleven steel pins into them. And as long as they're in there, the hands won’t ever heal properly. That also means that I’m in constant pain."

Tony blinked, his eyes still on the slender fingers. They were cold, as expected from a vampire, but Tony wondered if they had been that temperature long before Strange became undead.

“Why don’t you have them taken out?”

“Vampires don’t do well in surgery. You can’t get us under and we need more blood than the regular human.”

And they were a hunted species. People were afraid of them.

Tony hummed but dropped the subject. Mostly because it was difficult for him to concentrate. It must be because the sorcerer had always been odorless before. The engineer wasn’t used to him smelling of something, didn’t associate any particular scent with him.

It was almost like meeting a new person.

An overwhelmingly inviting person.

But he was still a Vamp. Tony walked around the table for space, tapping his finger on his chin.

“You know, I was wondering… you depend on the blood of others since you cannot produce your own blood cells. With other Vamps I never thought about it because they’re feral creatures. But you are normal. I mean, I didn’t know you weren’t human before…”

“Stark,” Stephen interrupted him, because he was rambling.

“Right… no blood, so how are you holding up in the, you know, bedroom? I’m curious, doc. Because being immortal and going without that seems like torture.”

Stephen laughed. A full-on laugh, which was totally not a fair sound. Tony’s belly did a flip.

“You want to know if I still can have sex?”

Tony nodded. That was what he had said. Just in more words.

“I do,” Stephen told him bluntly. “I just have to drink some fresh blood beforehand.”

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“It can if I want it to be. It can also make you feel incredibly good.”

“Good to know.” Tony chose to focus on the first test results Jarvis put on a display for him, and actively not to think about the new information Stephen just told him. He didn’t want to imagine Stephen biting him. The feeling of adrenaline rushing through his veins before it made place for something sweeter.

The sorcerer had crossed his arms, still amused. “So, you were thinking about me in the context of sex,” he concluded, the smirk very prominent in his voice.

“I was just wondering in general and you’re the only vampire I can ask.”

Strange did not seem convinced but – fortunately – didn’t press further. Tony changed the topic just to be on the safer side of embarrassment.

“You told me you don’t drink blood from humans directly. What about animals? Could you feed off them?”

“Yes, but not for long. It’s more like candy. Like marshmallows. They’re okay once but you can’t live off them. In order to survive I need humanoid blood.”

Humanoid not human, Tony noticed. “So, that means Weres are fine. What about fae blood? Or zombies?”

Stephen grimaced. “Undead are off the table. Fae’s are fine in theory but accepting food or drinks from one is a whole nother kind of being complicated.”

That was true. Fae had their own laws, most of them simply existing to fuck people over and slash or trick them.

“I've got all the samples I need. Thanks for agreeing to do this.” Tony jumped back onto the reason Strange was here in the first place. He felt the sorcerer's gaze on him and looked up.

“If they get into the wrong hands, it will give them plenty of ways to kill me,” Stephen said, suddenly more serious than before. “I trust you to keep them safe.”

Tony gulped and nodded. Strange really did put a lot of trust in him. It was hard to get any decent information about vampires. They did not give it voluntarily and after being killed their bodies fell to ashes fairly quickly.

He was spared an answer, because Jarvis chimed in. “Peter Parker is trying to access the lab.”

Since Stephen voiced no objections, Tony gave the okay to let him in. The door opened and the boy entered.

“Hey Mr. Stark… oh, hello Doctor Strange.” He stopped walking when he spotted the Vamp and his eyes darted between the two adults, trying to find out how things stood between them.

Stephen smiled. “Hello Peter.”

“It’s fine,” Tony reassured him. “He’s still a friend. Our first vampire friend. Just don’t tell the others yet, alright?”

The boy visibly relaxed. “I won’t,” he promised.

He put his backpack aside, presumably coming straight out of school. Then he stepped to Stephen and before the sorcerer could protest, he wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

“Thanks for saving me the other day. I’m sorry we left you behind, bleeding. That wasn’t nice but Mr. Stark said-…”

“It’s alright, Peter,” Stephen interrupted him. “I understand why you did it.” That didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt though. “I am sorry you had to find out like this.” He patted Peter’s shoulder but looked straight at Tony.

Peter glanced up at him, his eyes wet. The boy had not been able to stop thinking about what had happened. He had even started arguing with Tony the other day. It had been one of the reasons why Tony had gone to the Sanctum after the incident.

Now the engineer was standing there watching the interaction between the other two, ready to step in if Strange made so much as a wrong move. But that was ridiculous, he knew Stephen and Peter had been friendly before and that Stephen liked the boy too much to hurt him.

His behavior just now had once again confirmed that Tony's concern was unfounded. If anything, Stephen was even more careful around Peter.

The boy let go of the sorcerer and made a step back, awkwardly. “Does that mean I have to stop eating garlic around you?”

“Really?” Tony asked him in disbelief. “That’s the question you go with?”

Stephen chuckled. “I know Tony loves his pizza with extra garlic. He reeks of it every time you two have your pizza movie nights. If it would repel me, you would have noticed.”

“Rude, douchebag. I will start eating them in a bunch just for that comment,” Tony growled but there was no bite behind his words. His sparkling eyes betrayed him.

“You should. They are good for your blood pressure.”

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[materialsscienceandengineering]

Laboratory Signage and Labeling

Proper labeling of hazards is crucial for good laboratory safety, as well as other labels about required PPE or prohibited substances and labels indicating safety equipment, among others. Exact labeling will vary from country to country and organization to organization for many things, but in general, pictograms are favored over text. Certain hazards are covered by the Globally Harmonized System of Classification and Labeling of Chemicals (GHS) created by the UN; pictograms from the GHS are shown above. For other hazards (such as biological hazards), requirements (such as laser safety glasses), or location-specific labels (such as where the first aid kit is), organizations or countries may come up with their own symbols.

Chemical labeling can again vary, but the GHS requires pictograms, signal words (e.g., "danger"), and more specific hazard statements and identifiers. It is common practice that when new chemicals are mixed or created in the lab (or otherwise in containers not from any manufacturer) that the full name of the chemical be written whenever possible (e.g., sodium hydroxide instead of NaOH) to prevent any confusion or uncertainty. In many cases, for individual laboratories, signage includes emergency contact information for the person(s) responsible for the laboratory.

Sources/Further Reading: (DuraLabel) (Lab Manager) (Oklahoma State University) (52 Lab safety symbol examples) (The GHS) (OSHA) (Chemicalsafety.com)

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#Materials Science #Science #Safety #SafetySunday #2024Daily

[apollortaylor]

Quick reminder to all the systems out there who might read this. Don’t suppress or force switches unless necessary for safety okay? Our host suppressed a switch all day and had a breakdown because of it. She got up overstimulated to the point where her own breathing was aggravating her and she kept holding her breath. It wasn’t pretty and sure wasn’t fun for her. The rest of us have been going in and out for a bit since someone else took control so that she could take a break.

I just wanted to remind anyone out there who might need to hear it, don’t suppress a switch because you think it’s not real. Denial is real and it’s a beast. But just because someone else told you that it’s not happening doesn’t change the reality. If you are experiencing these symptoms, whatever you label them as, suppressing them when it’s unnecessary can be incredibly harmful to your mental health and the health of the system. I don’t mean to say that you should never try to stay grounded, but you KNOW when you’re getting triggered and should step back. Don’t force yourself to stay in a bad and triggering environment because you think you should be able to handle it or because someone else said it’s not real. Would you stay in a loud are if you had a headache? No! So why not let someone better equipped handle the situation?

Just as a side note, if you are not in a safe environment where your system feels they cannot switch, I understand. Or if you just generally are trying to gain more control, that’s cool too, Im mainly trying to reach those deep in denial who are pushing their headmates out of the front because they don’t believe in their own validity.

Today was a bad day for our host and they were pushing aside a switch that should have happened much earlier in order to reduce the stress the host had to take on. And she ended up full on breakdown mode until someone else was finally able to come in. It’s been a few hours and she’s not back yet when typically she would be by now. I’m not sure when she’ll return but it shouldn’t be too long.

Till next time. -Izuku (emotional regulator)

#traumagenic system #did system #did osdd #endos dni #alter #introject #Deku alter

[whumpy-daydreams]

The operation

Masterlist

No, I am not going to fit the entire process of every operation into one post. That's stupid. Instead I'm going to talk about protocols and practices that happen in most (elective) surgeries (in the UK). Nevertheless this might be a long one so buckle in folks

Terminology (that I use)

Sets - trays of instruments. They're labelled e.g. D&C, small hand, tonsillectomy set. The instruments inside are the same in each type (normally, but more on that later)

Soft packs - contains drapes, kidney dishes, swabs, sutures, blades, and other miscellaneous things. These are made for different surgeries/specialties e.g. knee arthroscopy pack, hand pack

Swabs - sterile cloths used to soak up blood and clean surgical sites

Scrubbing in - a surgical handwash and method of making yourself sterile. Once you're scrubbed in you can only touch other sterile things

Scrub nurse - is scrubbed in and therefore sterile, hands things to the surgeon

Circulator - not scrubbed in, helps the scrub nurse with anything non-sterile

Prep - a liquid that sterilises the surgical site prior to incision. Usually either alcohol or iodine based

Patient safety

WHO checks - a series of questions asked through the entire surgical process to make sure we're doing the right operation on the right person and know any allergies, consent, etc.

Surgical count - all instruments, needles, blades, and swabs need to be counted at the beginning (before the first incision) and end of (before the wound is closed) surgery. This is to make sure nothing has been left inside the patient and requires 2 people. It is done by the scrub nurse and a circulator. Everything opened is written down so you don't forget how much stuff you've got

Checking drugs - any drugs that are given e.g. injections to surgical site, have to be checked. Most are checked with the anaesthetist/surgeon by looking at drug name, strength, and use by date

Sterility - nothing unsterile touches anything sterile. If something sterile is suspected to have been contaminated, it should be removed and replaced. This is to prevent infection

Preparing and starting surgery

Usually the surgeon doesn't help with setting up. The nurses and other healthcare professionals do that to protect their fragile egos (this is a joke, surgeons are usually doing something else)

Once the scrub nurse is sterile, they begin to set up their sets and count them against a list with the circulator. The circulator opens extra equipment, swabs, needles etc. without touching the inside to keep it sterile and this is written down.

When the surgeon is scrubbed in they check patient details and start prepping the surgical site: using prep on the skin and applying drapes around it (this may be more complicated on limbs when using a tourniquet)

Before the first incision everyone stops and does a check (right patient, right operation, risks, expected blood loss, etc.). After that everyone's ready to go!

When the operation's done and the surgeon starts to close the final count is done. Everything (and i mean everything) gets counted again, and stuff starts getting packed away. Provided everything's accounted for, the wound can be completely closed. It's usually cleaned a bit and then a big old plaster goes on top.

All the drapes come off and everyone starts cleaning manically! There's one last check (name, operation, total blood loss, all drugs prescribed, iv flushed, any concerns) and then it's time to wake the patient up!

#brief guide to surgery #surgery #medical whump #tw surgery