#Viroxa Galrix

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It's been too long without a guy who does evil deeds on my timeline, and I had a random burst of inspo to doodle, so-

Have a doctor

#viroxa galrix #my art #tw: blood #tw: medical #tw: malpractice #homestuck fantroll #fantroll

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-> Panicked knocking came from outside of Vixora's hive. The hand of someone small in size hit against the frame as if they were in trouble. -> A small, familiar voice broke out as well. Her voice coming out in a panicked whimper. "Vixora! Vixora opeen thee door! Pleeasee!"

Fortunately for the panicked individual, the cerulean had just returned to the living room after cleaning himself up.

He was certainly not expecting visitors at any time today. Seeing as his assistant was gone for the day, he quickly makes his way to the door himself, opening it up to the familiar voice.

He had enough recognition of the tone to step aside in advance so she doesn't crash into him in an attempt to get in quickly.

#viroxa galrix #rp #well this is a surprise

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((Wifi was out so I typed out a thing on my phone. Tried to tag any possible triggers, so check those first. Enjoy))

Hands guiding hands

Characters: Regali Dumali, Viroxa Galrix, unnamed burgundy patient

Summary: An assistant and her boss have a brief talk about the yule ball during work.

Disclaimer: Dark themes, which is a given when involving Viroxa. I've done my best to tag anything that might be an immediate trigger, please let me know if you can think of anything else that should be here.

"-i∆ just don't t∆ke no for ∆n ∆nswer, do i∆ doc?"

"As far as I'm aware, I've yet to hear one." The clink of something metal being sat down on the medical tray causes an involuntary flinch in the jester, though small.

Regali was currently in the doorway to her host and boss's personal operating room. Leaned against the metal frame, she faced away from the ongoing surgical procedure, eyes closed.

She hated operation nights. Usually she'd take the time to be out if the hive for a few hours. Just to be away. Unfortunately, Viroxa had insisted on having a chat this early night.

The scrape of metal against metal as another tool is picked up causes her to squeeze them shut tighter. "You've disparaged the idea plenty, but you've yet to deny your intention to attend." Viroxa replies without tearing his eyes from his work.

"Ok. I'm not goin, gl∆d we h∆d this t∆lk. I'll see i∆ ∆t dinn-"

"Regali." It was a single word. Drenched in such a honey sweet tone. So lacking in ill will or mal -intent. And yet, it stopped her in her tracks as she attempted to step away from the cerulean and his place of work. "Come over here a moment, moonlight. If you please."

"... Doc, I don't-"

"It'll only be a moment." There's no change in tone. No urgency in the way he interrupts. His manner of speaking was warm and hospitable, yet... empty. Sterile. Artificial. A familiar cold travels up her spine. "My clamps seem to have misplaced themselves. I need your hands a moment."

"Doc... Iou know how I feel ∆round-."

"I do. And I hate to ask so much of you, moonlight. But I simply cannot do this without aid, I'm afraid. I know I can trust no one else with the task of helping, but my ever faithful assistant." Regali shifts a bit from foot to foot in uncertainty, until that tooth rottingly sugary tone adds. "Please?"

"... Just... With one small moment?"

"Five minutes tops. I promise."

She lets out a shaky exhale and nods to no one in particular as she turns in place. Slowly, her eyes force their way open to view the floor beneath her feet. Her gaze holds steady with each step, even as she feels the goosebumps along across her skin.

A pair of shoes eventually come into view. A pair of legs cloaked in slacks and a surgical apron sprout up from them. As a waist comes into view, she stops, closing her eyes again as the pounding of her heart in her ears begins to overwhelm. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You can do it. Just don't think about it. Just don't... Don't think.

"-Regali."

"H-wh∆t?"

"Gloves, moonlight. Can't have contamination of the patient's body. It's a health risk. There's a box on your left."

"Right.. right." She allows her gaze to drift to the left. Immediately they meet a quartet of wheels. They trace up the metal legs to the indented top of the cart. A box of opened surgical gloves lay crooked at its center, next to a box of masks. Steeling her nerves, she reaches over to pick up the first box. Immediately she nearly drops it as something thuds against the table to her front.

"Sorry about that. You know how they can be. Ever impatient. How're those gloves coming along?"

"I-i've gottem. I've gottem." She clears her throat as she quickly pulls out a pair to slide her hands into. For good measure, she grabs a mask as well, pulling it on quick before stepping forward to the doctor's side. To the floor her eyes returned, shoulders raised as her heart started thumping again.

"You're tense." He states.

"I'm fine, doc." She refutes. This is disproven easily as she senses his movement, and two hands gently take her wrists.

"It's alright, moonlight. Just take a breath like I showed you before. In and out. I'll guide you through everything. You know I'm always here to aid you." She nods again, closing her eyes as she does what he instructs. She can feel him step behind her as his hands moved from her wrists to her hands proper. His hands were warm, but sickeningly wet.

She willed herself not to think about it. Instead her mind drifted to him. To the closeness. The way he enveloped her in an almost hug as he moves her hands forward.

She does not think about the way her hands rose and fell against something as they were pressed firm into a warm shape.

She distracts herself with the sounds of his voice, calmly whispering encouragement.

She does not hear the breathing.

She leans into him. Taking solace in the intimacy. The scent of lilacs is strong from his cologne, even now.

It buries the distinct smell of iron.

"Why don't you sing anymore?"

"E-excuse me?" The question was so out of left field that it threw her mind from its track.

"You used to sing more when you first moved in. I remember how much you adored your little improvesed rhymes."

"I uh.. they were grubbrish. Nev§ did get very good ∆t them."

"Nonsense. I quite enjoyed them."

"Iour just s∆in th∆t."

"Of course I'm not. I did enjoy them. Especially, since it seemed you did."

"i.. suppose. It w∆s just.. something th∆t c∆me n∆tur∆lly when I was feelin ∆ll done up with nerves. ∆ w∆i to rel∆x I guess."

"Could you sing one for me?"

"Wh-, now? Doc-"

"Please? Just this once, Moonlight." He pleads, a somber, plea-full note slipping into his voice. She could feel her face grow a little warmer.

"I... Just one. It won't be veri good, I've heen outt∆ pr∆ctice for ∆ while now."

"You'll do wonderful. You've never disappointed me before. You haven't yet, after all. Not that I'd expect anything less from my perfect performer. And perfect is what you are, aren't you? " For some reason, the jester felt... Uneasy. Her stomach tying itself up in knots as she nods along.

"R-right. Perfect. One of ∆ kind, even."

"... That's what I thought too." He replies with a tone that practically projected his toothy grin into her mind. "Go on then. Perform your best for me."

She takes a hesitant breath, clearing her throat... She attempts to block out the thumping of her pulse. The heat of the overheat lamp upon her skin. Just one song. You can do it. You're a performer. She opens her mouth... And fills the room with nothing. Just the barely audible hum of florescent lights; the buzzing and beeps of various machines accompanying them in their inanimate choir. She swallows as she resists the urge to wipe away the sweat upon her brow.

"Having trouble?" The words were needles by the hundred across her back.

"No! No I-Just... Y∆ know. Low muse is ∆ll. C∆n't just pull ∆ hit outt∆ nowhere." She excuses through labored breaths. The thump of her heart was killing her head. So obnoxious and loud.

"Ah, I see. It is a pity. Perhaps another time then. It is a little disappointing though."

"heh, d-dis∆ppointing? I-I wouldn't s∆i th∆t, I just need ∆ little time-"

"It's fine, moonlight. I expected too much from you. Putting you on the spot like that. Don't worry about it. As for the ball. You don't have to go if you don't wish to. I simply thought having someone with me who properly understood the... Culture, surrounding the whimsical and comedic arts would be nice. Someone who prides themself on their identity such as yourself, I figured you a prime candidate. If you're not up for it however, I understand completely. I can always find someone else to accompany me-"

"I'll go!" The words left her mouth before she could even process them.

"Really? Are you certain? You seemed so against the idea."

"I changed mi mind. You convinced me. Someone of my high talent and knowledge isn't something you come ∆cross ∆ni d∆i. Couldn't trust ∆ni of the dime ∆ dozen low class ∆cts to provide ∆ proper cultur∆l introduction. I'm ∆n inv∆luable guide. Irrepl∆ce∆ble even. I h∆ve to go." She replies quickly, breath shaking and gripping the table in front of her. Her palms sweaty in the blue latex that encased them. There's a pause...

And then a chuckle. A quiet, almost timid giggle that grows into an amused chuckle.

"Irreplaceable... That I suppose you are. It seems you've made the choice for me then. You can accompany me as my plus one."

"G-great!... Great."

"And there we are." She feels his presence pull away from her and in his wake is... Cold. "I can handle the rest from here, moonlight. You're free to go. Spend the rest of the night as you wish. The rubbish bin for your gloves is on your right." Her gloves? Her eyes open again upon two gloved hands, soaked in burgundy. Already beginning to desaturate in the areas it was thinnest. She forces herself to swallow the lump in her throat as she quickly peels them off, careful not to get any of it on her hands. As she turns to her right to discard them, her eyes catch sight of a small cooler upon the table. Just in time for the doctor to pop it open. A cold mist rises from it as the open air met freezing temperatures.

She turned away immediately. Discarding her gloves and discretely making a hurried exit. She closes the door behind her and pressed back against it, attempting to collect her thoughts. She felt like she needed to vomit, but she didn't dare. Not here in the hall. Especially not with this mask on.

She just needed to get back to her room. Don't think about it, just... Just go to bed. She tells herself this on repeat with every step. The distance didn't seem to help. Every step felt heavy. Every thud against the floor brought her back that half second glance. The pounding pulse in her head given imaginary form. An echoed, rhythmic beat from beyond the hall door that just got louder the further she moved.

Slowly she manages to pull herself into her room, throwing the door closed. And all at once. Silence. Her head clear, her body light. She sinks down against the wall, curling into herself.

She didn't humor herself with the question of "what now." There was only one thing to do. Time to prepare. The yule ball was upon her.

#regali dumali #viroxa galrix #my writing #a thing I typed up just now from my phone #Sorry if it's shitty #this was a one draft deal #I did my best to avoid getting detailed with the surgery stuff #you probably noticed #anyway #cw: gore #cw: manipulation #cw: surgery #cw: medical_malpractice

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I unfortunately was not able to put together ball outfits for my guys that are going, but I assure you, all of them who are attending (except Makona) dressed up for the occasion.

Trolls attending the ball Viroxa & Regali together (vamp and jester costumes respectively)

Makona (She was told it was a normal night out with her kismesis. She's so out of her element)

D'laria (Clown costume)

Sekmet and Zorada (Vamp costumes)

#viroxa galrix #regali dumali #makona levian #d'laria quadun #ooc #12th perigee ball 2023 #sekmet halbrd #hotaru

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viroxa have you ever had a creepy encounter with a client or someone in general?

"Creepy is a very subjective descriptor. Who's to say my definition of creepy isn't different from what you'd consider it to be "

"After all, some deem insects to be creepy, others find them to be adorable. It's a matter of perspective."

"I receive clients of all shapes, sizes and demeanors. I don't tend to judge based on appearance, injury or deformities."

"As far as behaviors. Those under my care are often much too calm to give any real issues worth thinking about."

#viroxa galrix #that answered nothing #thank you sir #ask answered

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What is the longest medical procedure that you have done Viroxa?

"Hm. The longest I suppose would be my very first implementation of my... unconventional methods. The first on a living subject at least."

"It was quite the nerve wracking experience, I tell you, and exhilarating all the same."

"To have a troll and take them apart piece by piece. Broken down to a completely disconnected state, then putting them back together. Making them whole once more. It's not an experience one gets in the day to day."

"And it was a resounding success if I do say so myself. A few minor side effects. But one cannot hope to innovate without a little risk. Besides, the poor thing forgave me for it long ago."

"After all, a few memories in exchange for a second chance at life? Plenty of trolls would kill for such a deal. "

#viroxa galrix #little devil man #hiss #ask answered

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Quick Viroxa doodle

#Viroxa Galrix #My art #Who's clothes are those? #:3c hehe

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Important note.

Asks for Viroxa are encouraged, but don't trust everything that comes out of Viroxa's mouth.

That mans an unreliable source of information and will twist the truth ashe sees fit.

#ooc #dusk rambles #viroxa galrix

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Drabble title: Surgery for a songbird Characters: Viroxa Galrix(picture), Unnamed bronze Summery: A brief peak into the work of a cerulean doctor and one of his many “patients”.

Very dark themes ahead, check the tags, I attempted to tag everything I could think of.If you think of others that should be here, let me know

Disclaimer: Fully aware this guy is fucked up. I don't condone any of his actions (obviously). This is a fictional character, and does horrendous fictional deeds. Read at your own discretion.

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Dark...

Cold... It's... cold.

“Ah, there we are. Welcome back to the waking world moonlight. Have a nice rest?”

Voice... Bad... Voice.

“Ah ah ah, no. You know the rules, no thrashing. We don’t want you hurting yourself do we? Well... not that you could feel it if you did. Still nice and numb from the medicine I hope.”

Force... Moving... Pushed... Down... Laying... No... Bad

"Today's the day, you are going to make the hopes and dreams of a young bronzie come true."

No...

“... You’d think this gets easier with each of these appointments. Sadly that rarely seems to be the case. Most of my donors get cold feet like you do. Every time... "

Escape... Move... Escape... Help.

"..."

"... Moonlight, please. I told you to stop thrashing... You're going to make this much harder for everyone involved. We go over this so frequently..."

No... No!

"Sigh... I had hoped the removal of your legs would have prompted a little more cooperation from you. I had assumed by the third neural vivisection you'd have dropped these pre-op anxieties, dear... Perhaps I expect too much, but really my dear, this is getting a bit old..."

"Alright, that's enough..."

Still... Be still.... No... Be still. Shh. Still... Escape!

Honestly I hate to raise my abilities to you moonlight, really you know I do, but really you give me no choice. All that movement could cause my scalpel to slip... There were go. Nice and still. Now stay just as you are while I get my tools, please. Removal of the vocal cords is a very tedious task. Soon enough though, you'll be helping a most lovely young lady sing to her heart's content for the first time in sweeps. Tragic life that one has lived, but you, you're going to give her her happy ending. I hear from a credible source your voice is quite heavenly. She'll be happy to carry its torch to an audience."

Still. Stop... Be still... Please... Still... Please stop.. Shh

"... Aw. Now now, don't give me the waterworks. This is a good thing, moonlight. Such a songbird's voice wasting away in the streets. It was only a matter of time before the drones came for you, you know. If the circus didn't scoop you up for their own entertainment. A barbaric lot that bunch can be... A homeless bronze blood, blood of your lussus still staining your clothes. I'd have given you a day if not hours. All that potential that would have gone to such a waste. To leave you out there would be to leave you for death. And we simply couldn't have that, could we?"

Death...Shh.. Die... Die... You're ok... please... Everything is fine... I don't...

"I envy you a little, honestly. A bit of you is going to reach the masses someday. A translator for that troll's hopes and dreams. An honorable position a piece of you will hold. Just as your legs helped that kind young man walk again. What was his name again. Was it-... Hm .. no that's not it..."

Name... What... Name... My... Name... Did I... Have? I... Hive... want...Go hive...

"Here we are. Everything nice and ready here. Now we can begin the operation. This'll be over in just a moment just hold still..."

Stop. Shh. Stop. Stop. Calm.. STOP

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In the quiet of a lab, the sound of a man at work are all a mind can hear. The quick, precise snipping of a surgical scalpel and scissors against wet skin every few moments. He's accompanied by the hum of machinery, it's many wires and tubes that run to and fro. Through these artificial veins pumped the false blood that kept his patient's body operational.

He could be like this for days if given the chance. The rush of adrenaline his line of work gave him was matched only by the knowledge of how much joy it brought his clients. Repurposing these old parts, rescuing them from their wasteful end, that's what this was all about. Efficiency, and the extended life of those who'd soon have had theirs torn from them. But until every part had found its purpose, he'd need to keep them fresh, usable. Alive.

A challenging task, for sure. He was more than willing to accept such a task, however. The fusing of metal and flesh, such a wonderfully interesting concept. To extend the time of the temporary, with the cold, hard exterior of eternity.

It's exciting, is it not? When the removal of his chosen parts was complete, he's quick to set it aside, iced and prepared for transplantation. Now comes the next phase of the procedure, he thinks to himself as he lifts his drill from the table.

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A lone mind sits in darkness.

It has not been able to see for some time now.

It can not count the days, nor nights.

Its mind screams to move, but its body lacks the strength, the will nor range to move from its confinements. So often it has tried to scream, but found no jaw to move. No tongue to form words.

Blind eyes weep tears of bronze down metal cheeks as it is pushed back into its container. It can sense this. The moving air over its numbed face one of the few senses it has been left with, if faded and distant.

It has stopped again.

Consciousness would soon cease again. It always did.

It is scared.

How much did he take this time.

How much will he take next?

Is it... Even a troll, anymore?

Will the next one be the last?

It doesn't know. It wants to leave. It wants to see again. It wants to feel grass upon its skin, rain upon its head.

The form lay strapped to a surgical table. It's body a mix of contorted flesh, carved away in places then wrapped in bandages. What wasn't wrapped was capped or welded shut with shiny grey metal, aside from its chest currently. The cavity pulled open and back to display what few organs remained like a frog on a lab student's table. Its most vitals long since having begun the pilfering and replacement process; ticking gears were a heart once beat, bloated sacks where its lungs once breathed. It's blood, once a vibrant bronze now diluted with artificial replacers, heavy in sedative drugs. Perhaps the only thing keeping the agony from this butchered existence at bay. What was likely a blessing at first now a curse as it longs for the feeling of anything at all, even pain, discomfort, something. It's thoughts have become lesser with each day of dismemberment. Its name lost, its identity, if it had one before, now lost in the wind. It remembers being called she once. But even that feels like an eternity ago, far from reach and lost in obscurity. It was only a matter of time before that too was taken.

It can feel itself slipping away again as it joins the others in storage. Back into unconsciousness. Back into the long dark before the repeat. Just like the times before, it's thoughts are few of words but consistent. A plea. A cry.

Kill... Me...

#gore ment tw #body horrow cw #dismemberment mention cw #doctor cw #medical malpractice cw #torture cw #mind control cw #manipulation cw #idek what other tags to put #Viroxa Galrix #long post #amputation mention cw

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Viroxa, has there been anybody who has threatened your business and has caused them to be on your radar and let's say you or your assistant had to "take care of them."

"My assistant and I take great care of anyone who happens to find themselves under our care. I am a doctor, after all."

>|That's not at all what he meant, and you know it.|<

"As far as "threats" to my business. Well, forgive me for failing to see that as a likelihood. Aside from disagreements with my... methods, of gathering donors, perhaps. But no one can deny, what I provide is an invaluable service to the community, and those outside it. No, no one would target me in any harmful way."

"Afterall, a threat to me, is a threat to those who can't afford those shiny steel prosthetics. A threat to a pianist jade, who lost her hands in a cavern collapse. The local bronze who wants nothing more than to gaze upon the face of their matesprite after losing his sight. The rely on me, on my skills and my affordability. I fix what breaks. I make people whole. I put them back together."

>|I hate this guy so much|<

#viroxa galrix #ask answered #narrator #??? #hello narrator

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Hey Viroxa. What would you do if a "patient" of yours was able to escape? Would you chase after them or let them go?

“Escape. I’m not sure what you’re implying. My patients are all here willingly to receive their transplants or grafts.” He replies with mild offense at your implication.

“However... I have had the occasional donors get... lets say, cold feet. But my assistant hasn’t failed to reassure them to go through with the operations. Not that I blame them, surgeries can be such a scary thing, can’t they?”

#Viroxa Galrix #ask answered #Congrats on being the first to ask Viroxa a question

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Viroxa, do you have a favorite operation to perform? like if you specialized into one type of transplant, what would it be?

"Limiting myself to just one? How boring an experience that would be." He chuckles softly to himself as he humors the question. The cerulean is sitting comfortably in his study, warmed by the fire of the crackling hearth. He takes a moment to sip from his tea for a moment before continuing.

"The process of repairing a troll's body is an art form as much as it is a service. And I just adore the process, whether that be a hand, lung, or jaw. In complete honesty, my favorite varies frequently with my mood. But I suppose if I had to pick, neuro-surgery currently has my fancy."

#ask answered #viroxa galrix

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Viroxa what was your most exciting medical procedure that you performed?

"Ah, unfortunately details for that one must be kept close to the chest, patient's request. However I will say you've already met the patient plenty of times. Biggest medical procedure of my career."

#ask answered #viroxa galrix

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3♦️, 7♠️for Viroxa --memurfevur

@memurfevur

3♦️ - How does your muse handle indecision?

"Someone of my profession can't afford to be very indecisive. You need to be a fast thinker, and be committed to your choices, less your stalling do harm. Or a more... Difficult decision needs to be made as a result."

7♠️ - What’s a hard truth that your muse has to learn/has learned?

>|You can't always save them... Sometimes that's for the best.|<

#viroxa galrix #ask meme #narrator speaks #?????? #wonder what that means narrator

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viroxa how would you describe yourself outside of work?

"Hm. I suppose I don't have a proper answer for you, moonlight. I enjoy my work so much I hardly really have many other hobbies. I believe Regali once referred to me as a "workaholic", but I don't believe that's entirely accurate."

#viroxa galrix #ask answered

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Viroxa, what's the grossest thing you've ever encountered while.... "Working on patients"?

"Well, I've been doing this for quite a long time, I'm afraid I'm a bit desensitized to things commonly considered gross."

"What I'd refer to as a typical night might spoil your breakfast for you. The inside of of the troll body isn't a very sightly thing. Mutations can be far more than just skin deep. Why, there was this one time I had to remove an eye that had grown in on someone's lung-"

>|Alright, enough of that guy. I'm gonna let him think he's still ranting to someone.|<

#viroxa galrix #ask answered #narrator speaks