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blorbosondeck · 3 years

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fic rec masterlist

canon divergent/finale fix its

Anamnesis

THIS! FIC! this fic lives in my head rent FREE it is so good and it makes so much sense in the narrative that the shitty finale concocted, as to why they wouldn't mention cas or anyone else and its just. so good and they write chuck in the most villainous way that i love!!!

"Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be. Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19."

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven by @adhdeancas

GOD FUCKING CHRIST this is so good and sweet and im such a sucker for team ups and reunions!!! its 3:30 am rn and i just finished it and i love it SO much it made me laugh a lot and the last few chapters i had the stupidest grin just plastered to my face

The Closer the Star, the Greater the Parallax by @rocksalts

repressed bastard dean submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and receives the rewards of being loved but only after some miscommunication i LOVE this i read it last night and it’s a fast favorite. my interests have overlapped and i am INTO it

“When Dean sits down to watch some bullcrap Discovery Channel episode with Cas, he doesn’t expect to actually learn anything. Except, with Cas explaining, he makes an effort to connect the dots.”

Don't We All Deserve To Be Happy?

VERY sweet and a VERY good pick me up. all around feel good fic!!!

"Post-canon fix-it, divergent from 15x19 where Jack stays and Dean doesn't die and Cas comes back and everyone is happy. Take a shot every time I'm salty about the finale."

Keep Your Love Alive

okay. okay okay okay this may be my favorite finale fix it just because of how well reasoned it is. like this feels what should have happened i love it SO much

"Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?"

The GoldenRod Revisions by @aethylas

this is one of the most well written things ive ever read. the script format DID make it feel more real and honestly? this is better writing than this show deserves. the finale that could have been ♥️

“A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.“

Ascend by @wanderingcas

THEE finale fix it fic!!! written by the AMAZINGLY skilled and talented @wanderingcas !!! it’s 50k of angst and hurt/comfort and pure bliss

“Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?”

Things Happen (They Do, And They Do, And They Do) by THEE @sobsicles

i KNOW everyone has already recommended this and likely you’ve all already read it. but it has to go here bc REPRESSIOOOOOOOOON i LOVE this so much it is one of the most perfect things i’ve read. are you bisexual? did you have a kind of weird relationship with your best friend and not realize that how you felt about them wasn’t necessarily how other people felt about them and you were maybe a little bit in love with them but were too repressed to realize it? you’ll feel seen. maybe a little too seen

Closer (isn't close enough)

are you a sweet and sappy yet horny bastard? do you like cas exploding light bulbs? you will like this.

“the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him”

You and Your Husband

it is exTRMELY sweet!!! repression dean strikes again <3

"Five times Dean corrects someone about his relationship with Cas, and one time he realizes he doesn't need to."

Tall Grass

miscommunication and a slowburn! despite being written in 2017 and finished in 2018, it feels like a fix it. ft. plant obsessed cas <3

Invictus

a LOVELY and short (relatively) finale fix it

“They saved the world. They're free. It's done.

Except it's not, and carrying on is the last thing any of them are thinking about.

They still have someone they need to save.”

Unchained Link

post finale- it’s a great case fic and i am compelled i want more!!!

"It's after the end of things. Life continues on while Dean is "livin it up" in heaven. But it's never that simple, is it? A freak occurrence sends Dean into another time stranded back on Earth. And he thought his hunting days were over. But, no worries. His knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. Hijinks, therefore, ensue."

fun and time unspecified

Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Love Potion No. 5

very funny and sweet! miscommunication at its finest ♥️

"Cas gets drenched with a mystery potion from the ‘love spell’ shelf and... Dean has a sneaking suspicion, angel or no— the spell may have taken effect. And Cas might be in love with Sam."

The Way We Were

Y'all. It is so good its a great mix of funny and serious- extremely fun to see dean as like a base bisexual

"Dean and Castiel pose as a couple to gain access to a gated community known as 'The Glen', a pleasant if secretive location that the boys believe might be linked to several dead bodies showing up over the years bearing signs of ritualistic sacrifice. All seems well until Dean's memory is affected from an incident during a solo exploration, leaving Dean convinced that their cover story is true. Castiel is left trying to resolve their case without taking advantage of an increasingly enthusiastic Dean"

While You Were Sleeping

this is basically just the movie but replacing sandra bullock with cas. this is my comfort movie and imo, one of the most perfect rom coms. the fic isn’t finished but i still have the tab open on my phone and i will straight up go back and re read it when i need a pick me up.

aus/rewrites

The Harvelle Gospels: Offscript

i know everyone ever ( @jewishcharliebradbury ) has recommended this fic. and for good reason go fucking read it

“The Apocalypse is averted, the angels are in Heaven, and Jo is free from the threat of possession. Somehow it couldn't be farther from a happy ending.“

absolute riots

An Ineffably Profound Bond

i honestly would have put this in the finale fix it section! look. i know. i know you've been burned by crossover fics before. but this is Thee good omens/spn fic you want. its funny as hell and immensely satisfying. im weak for everyone working together tropes and that is this

"After Chuck sets 'The End' in motion, the remaining members of TFW make a miraculous escape. Not willing to waste any time, Castiel comes up with a plan to travel to one of the other worlds to try and get help from the angels there, but after a fight with Dean, it's the hunter who gets sent into an alternate universe,with seemingly no hope of return.

When a mysterious human with a heavenly weapon shows up in Aziraphale's shop, he and Crowley learn that their world is not the only one. Now it is up to them to decide whether or not they want to join forces with the human and help him save his world or simply find a way to send him home."

Somebody Up There Likes Me by @lafilleredige

cas is hit with a spell that turns his vessel into a woman, hijinks and sexuality crises ensue etc etc sam is a supportive and bitchy little brother and its all SO fucking funny and also. horny as hell i love it i love it i LOVE it

“’Dean doesn’t want to talk about your breasts, it’s making him uncomfortable because he hasn’t acknowledged the complex fluidity of human sexuality.’“

Stray Cat Strut

a long crack fic that IS one of the funniest things i’ve ever read and i can’t explain why. it’s so ooc but its so funny that i don’t care. if you need a laugh you gotta read this

"Sam and Cas are immediately in love with the adorable kitty they find outside the bunker door, and occupy their time planning how to convince Dean--who they believe is off sulking after a botched hunt--to let them keep their cat. Along the way, Dean learns to use a litter box and hears some confessions he maybe wasn’t supposed to hear, all while realizing just how much he loves Castiel.

Now all Dean has to do is convince Cas and Sam their new pet cat is actually him before they do something crazy--like neuter him!"

canon compliant or slight canon divergence

Give

by @doublestuffedimpala post season 7 episode 7, kind of ambiguous ending but truly a cas is happy to bleed for the winchesters fic

Punch Like Bones

short, post 5x04 homoerotic moment that i wish we’d gotten

#lmao please interact with this i spent so much time on it #i had to go onto desktop for this #ill keep adding on to it #my fic recs #fic rec #spn fic rec #deancas fic recs #charlie.txt

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pa-tr0-clus · 3 years

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LGBTQ+ book recc master-list:

(Cause the last time I did this was in 2018 and a LOT of great queer books have been published since then)

Lesbian:

1) The lies we tell ourselves by Robin Talley

2) Girl <3 Girl by Lucy Sutcliffe

3) As I descended by Robin Talley

4) Lumberjanes by Noelle Stevenson

5) Our own private universe by Robin Talley

6) Paper Girls by Brian K Vaughan

7) Giant days by Allison, Sarin, Fleming, and Cogar

8) Princess Princess by Katie O’Neill

9) Goldie Vance by Hope Larson

10) CREMA by Johnnie Christmas

11) High class homos by Momozerii

12) You should see me in a crown by Leah Johnson

14) Laura Dean keeps breaking up with me by Mariko Tamaki

15) Love Frankie by Jacqueline Wilson

16) Girl from the sea by Molly Ostertag

17) Hani and Ishu’s guide to fake dating by Adiba Jaigirdar

18) The good girls by Claire Eliza Bartlett

19) The love curse of Melody McIntyre

20) Always human by Ari North

21) Afterlove by Tanya Byrne

22) I think I love you by Audriane Desombre

23) Tell me again how a crush should feel by Sara Farizan

24) Who I was with her by Nita Tyndall

25) She drives me crazy by Kelly Quindlen

26) Some girls do by Jennifer Dugan

27) Trouble girls by Julia Lynn Rubin

28) Royals duology by Rachel Hawkins

29) Patience and Esther by Sarah Winifred Searle

30) Margot & me by Juno Dawson

31) The henna wars by Adiba Jaigirdar

Gay:

1) Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

2) Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

3) Simon VS the homosapiens agenda by Becky Allbertalli

4) Will Grayson, Will Grayson by David Levithan and John Green

5) I’ll give you the sun by Jandy Nelson

6) Hold me closer by David Levithan

7) Two boys kissing by David Levithan

8) Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe (+ unreleased sequel) by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

9) Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan

10) The raven king by Maggie Stiefvater

11) Blood bank by Silb

12) Heartstopper series by Alice Oseman

13) Nick and Charlie by Alice Oseman

14) Openly Straight by Bill Konisberg

15) Honestly Ben by Bill Konisberg

16) The perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

17) Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell

18) Any way the wind blows by Rainbow Rowell

19) Date me, Bryson Keller by Kevin van Whye

20) Sonnet by Emily Cheeseman

21) Castle Swimmer by Wendy Lian Martin

22) Tripping over you by Owen White

23) Starfighter by Hamlet Machine

24) Long Exposure by Kam Heyward

25) Obliviously in love by Jiaoski

26) I’ll be home for Christmas by Mason Denver

27) Liebestrasse by Greg Lockard

28) Check, Please! By Ngozi Ukazu

29) Always raining here by Bell

30) I was born for this by Alice Oseman

31) Red white and royal blue by Casey McQuiston

32) The gravity of us by Phil Stamper

33) They both die at the end by Adam Silvera

34) Dreamer trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater

35) If this gets out by Sophie Gonzales and Cale Dietrich

36) Fifteen hundred miles from the sun by Jonny Garza Villa

37) You spin me right round by David Valdes

38) As far as you’ll take me by Phil Stamper

39) Darius the great is not okay (+ sequel) by Adib Khorram

Bi:

1) Leah on the offbeat by Becky Albertalli

2) Odd one out by Nic Stone

3) We are young by Cat Clarke

4) Brightsiders by Jen Wilde

5) Everyday by David Levithan

6) Paris Syndrome by Lisa Walker

7) Beneath the citadel by Destiny Soria

8) Ship it by Britta Lundin

9) Home and away by Candice Montgomery

10) Ink Mistress by Audrey Coulthurst

11) Reign of the fallen by Sarah Glenn Marsh

12) The Gentleman’s guide to vice and virtue by Mackenzi Lee

13) The gentleman’s guide to getting lucky by Mackenzi Lee

14) The doctors are out by Blauerozen

15) Fence by C. S. Pacat

16) Be more chill by Joe Tracz

Trans:

1) George by Alex Gino

2) The art of being normal by Lisa Williamson

3) The Magnus Chase series by Rick Riordan

4) What we left behind by Robin Talley

5) Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky

6) If I was your girl by Meredith Russo

7) Lily and Dunkin by Donna Gephart

8) I am J by Cris Beam

9) Symtoms of being human by Jeff Garvin

10) A + E 4ever by I. Merey

11) All I am by Chaaistheanswer

12) The weight of them by Noelle Stevenson

13) Dream Daddy vol 2 by Lee C.A.

14) Fluidum by Layla E.

15) Magical boy by The Kao

16) The passing playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons

17) Sasha Masha by Agnes Borinsky

18) The deep and dark blue by Niki Smith

19) Cemetary boys by Aiden Thomas

20) All boys arent blue by George M. Johnson

21) Detransition, baby by Torrey Peters

22) Felix ever after by Kacen Callender

Other/ambiguous:

1) Dear Evan Hansen the novel by Val Emmich (Connor describes his sexuality as something fluid)

2) The lady’s guide to petticoats and piracy by Mackenzi Lee (Felicity is implied aro/ace) (sequel to the gentleman’s guide but I’m not sure it can be read as a stand-alone)

3) The Magnus Chase series by Rick Riordan

4) The Trials Of Apollo series by Rick Riordan

5) How they met and other stories by David Levithan

6) Deadpool comics (pansexual)

7) Nimona by Noelle Stevenson

8) Final Draft by Riley Redgate (pansexual)

9) Lets talk about love by Claire Kahn (ace/biromantic)

10) Lost on plant earth by Magdalene Visaggio

11) Youth by Curt Pires

12) The backstagers by James Tynion IV

13) Loveless by Alice Oseman (aro/ace)

14) Six of crows (+sequel) by Leigh Bardugo

15) Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

16) How they met and other stories by David Levithan

17) Rock and riot by Chelsey Furedi

18) Kiss number 8 by Colleen A.F. Venable

19) This is how you lose the time war

20) Upright women wanted by Sarah Gailey

21) The wicker king by K. Ancrum

#lgbt #lgbtq #lgbt books #books #book reccs #book recommendations #lgbt book recommendations #lgbtqia #lgbtq books #queer #queer book reccs #queer books #literature #feel free to add on #long post

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 4 years

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Hellooooo, this is my first time making a request (I'm shy af) but your work is just *chef's kiss* ✨STUNNING✨ and it comforts me when you update. Everything is just burning the soul out of me including online classes :-( Can I ask how will the Papa's comfort s/o especially in these dire times? Thank youuu, please be safe 💋

Omg, thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy your first answer, and thanks for following my blog!! It means so much to me that my work can help you feel better!! <3

I totally feel that and hope our lovely skeleton men can comfort you <3

Papas Comforting an S/O Who is Emotionally and Mentally Burnt out/Drained

(ALSO MINOR MENTIONS OF DRUG USE)

Papa Nihil: Nihil completely understands where you are coming from. He’s been Grand Papa for AGES and has gone through so much in life. Nihil understands what it’s like to be expected to work through extreme life and social tragedies, while having everyone look to him to keep a straight face. He hates seeing you go through it yourself. Papa Nihil’s love language has always been physical touch and comfort. He might have you sit with him for a while. Watch The Omen with him as you two cuddle. As Grand Papa he can also tell everyone who needs you to fuck off and give you a chance to breathe- something he always does without hesitation! Nihil knows that sometimes you just need a chance to recover without work and the world hounding you!

Papa I: Papa has the mental fortitude of a steel wall- it always seems like nothing phases him. He’s been in charge for so long and has dealt with so much drama and major setbacks he acts as though nothing phases him. Papa takes everything in stride and rarely let’s himself be stressed... but that doesn’t mean you are the same. When you start to get to the point of a break down, he does the same thing. Take you on a nice, long walk through the gardens and to your favorite spot. Papa always encourages you to just TALK. Scream, vent, cry, just get it off your chest and out of your system. There have been days where you just talked to him for hours about everything that has been weighing you down in the world. And Papa always listens with a quiet nod and a hand rubbing your back. Sometimes he even helps get you a few days off and makes you sleep it off. To him, if you are physically rested it will help you mentally start to recover.

Papa II: It’s a little strange for him to see you go through this, simply because Papa is so different. Don’t get me wrong, he HAS felt the same fatigue and mental strain as you are now... but he’s always trooped through it one way or another. Papa has never let himself break or show strain. Truthfully, that’s what willing siblings and piles of coke are for, aren’t they? To get you through the tough times? He’s seen people be burnt out before, but this is the first time he’s seen someone he loves so dearly go through it. And he would never disrespect you by suggesting drugs or quick fixes. The main thing he can think to do is have dinner outside of the Clergy and take you for a long night to talk. Help get your mind off of things with scenery and just have a break!

Papa III: Time spent together is time never wasted if you ask Papa! He knows that what he wants more than anything when he is feeling the worst is just to be with one person- you. He has no problem taking the day (or weekend... or week) off to help. Papa knows first hand what its like to be bombarded with work, expectations, AND bad news in such a short amount of time. It can really, as you say, suck the soul right out of your body! Papa will eagerly book you some sort of trip, even if it’s for the day, to do SOMETHING not work related! He’s not going to say no to a chance to spend time with you AND get out of his office. Because you need to kick that mental pressure, he will definitely try to find something relaxing. Maybe a Spa day, yoga, or even the beach- he can afford it after all! Anything to help bring you back to your center and feel good.

Papa IV/Copia: The king of dealing with burn outs, especially when it comes to work. This man has worked hard almost every day of his life non-stop, and it’s amazing he hasn’t crashed and burned yet! Copia’s first step is to have you completely stop what you are doing for a day or two, and relax. Get you away from everything for a much needed break. Even if you insist you have to keep working, Copia will help you find a way to get out of it. He informs you that your mind and body NEED to take a rest or you will shatter both! Copia will either offer to take you somewhere nice for the weekend, to decompress, or if you want to just veg out at home. Wants you to do something relaxing and easy, even if it’s just sleeping all day.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #ghost fluff #papa nihil #papa emeritus i #Papa Emeritus II #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #reader insert #cardinal copia

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stillness-in-green · 4 years

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Changeling: The League (2/3)

Being the next installment of my deeply nerdy spur-of-the-moment decision to do up a bunch of My Hero Academia villains as Changeling: The Lost characters. For some introductory info and the League of Villains, check this post. Or hit the jump for the Meta Liberation Army!

THE METAHUMAN LIBERATION ARMY

Considerably reduced from what they are in canon (I don’t think there are 116,000 changelings in Japan, much less that many changeling dissidents!), the leaders of the MLA are instead a band of secret loyalists for the Keeper called Destro, who have spent a great many years preparing for a chance to bring him to the real world in full glory, unhindered by time limits or reduced powers. The requirements are many and arcane, with a huge number of ways things could fall to disarray. Thus they find to their great alarm that their prophecies are suddenly skewing when the truth of Shigaraki’s durance/Keeper comes out--there are two “heirs,” it seems, and fate is swirling, and it will only settle over one of them in the end.

The group has its fingers in some of the more obscure fluff-book magic--fate-crafting, oracular dreams and the like--and collectively share a massively decked-out Hollow.

Re-Destro

Quote: “Everyone has a purpose to serve.”

Type: Gargantuan Ogre/Treasured Fairest dual kith. The incarnation of Destro’s will. Born in Faerie, he spent his early years being instructed (and molded) always--stand up straight, speak more clearly, be stronger, be better, you are the one who will herald me. Re-Destro was delivered out of the Hedge at seven years old clutching a squall knife as long as his arm, his mind filled with the knowledge that he was the one who would see Destro ushered into the real world. He was welcomed, open-armed, by those changelings who had been sent before. He has spent over thirty years in the real world since then, scrupulously maintaining a startlingly high Clarity, but Destro whispers in his dreams more nights than not, and Rikiya (as he was named, though he has a true name his mother whispered against his head as an infant, now long forgotten) has always had the nagging feeling that the mundane Earth is not his true home.

A tall, stiff-shouldered man in his Mask, Rikiya looks much as he does in canon, though without the stress spots on his forehead and with a nose that’s merely prominent, rather than a cartoonishly huge beak. He’s quite tall and can go from mildly unassuming to toweringly imposing on a dime. In mien, his hair goes more coppery and his skin becomes unblemished marble, the palest shade of jade in color, tinging ever so slightly darker around his joints. His nose returns to its canonically proper glory, and the places where his hairline recedes in his mask are revealed to be making room for a pair of broad, curving horns, emerald green at the tips. He’s unusually clean-hewn for an Ogre, not handsome, per se, but undeniably striking. When he uses his kith blessing, he grows to profound sizes (shredding even the most cleverly crafted Hedgespun), easily as tall as a two storey building. Naturally, he tries not to do that kind of thing around mortal witnesses.

Rikiya’s Wyrd is getting quite high (it was high even as a child, as might reasonably be predicted), so particularly sensitive or addled humans will sometimes see or experience fragments of his true form--his unyielding skin, a brief glimpse of the shadow of his horns, the echoing weight of his footsteps on stone floors. His potent Wyrd and his affinity with the home of the Gentry means that his magic sometimes leaks into objects he keeps on his person for too long--it’s an issue he’s aware of, and practically speaking, it mostly means that he never wears anything more than a day in a row. He has a staggering variety of suits and ties.

Court/Mantle: Courtless. With high-ranking friends in a sprawling freehold overseen by Directional Courts, Rikiya makes rounds in all of them. He’s a deft hand with Hedgespun and his works are in high demand at even the most discerning changeling markets. His home is in the center--close to the epicenter, in fact.

Contracts: Barbarically focused, though he uses both of his contracts sparingly. His experience has gone more into his, shall we say, inherent magic.

Vainglory I-V. Even when playing the role of a popular but unranked freehold member, or a canny designer of mundane accessories, Re-Destro has never forgotten who and what he is, and when he’s using these Contracts, that comes out with psyche-bruising force. His higher-tier invocations tend to cause his colors to mottle somewhat, infusing to darker shades of green around his face--the hollows of his eyes particularly--and extremities.

Stone I-V. Unbelievably strong whenever he needs to be. He tries to avoid combat or let his underlings handle it when he can--he has very few problems maintaining his Clarity, but causing harm to others is a surefire way to disturb it--but when he does break these out, he’s as difficult to put down as a berserker. Tends to take relaxing vacations after any occasion where he’s had to really work this.

Curious

Quote: ”You’ve got the look of someone with a story to tell. I want to hear all about it.”

Type: Cleareyes Beast. Once upon a time, she was a journalist with a nose for a story--well, she’s a journalist still, with a nose like you wouldn’t believe. Talented and quick-witted, both traits won her attention from Destro’s “recruiters,” but it was her tenaciousness that finally saw her brought in from the snow and the hunts, a semblance of a human form returned to her, and the bright ambrosia of purpose poured down her throat. Delivered to Re-Destro when he was in his 20s, Chitose is a hunter and a dream-spinner, a trickster with a deft and ruthless touch for talecrafting. She remembers the headiness of blood on her tongue, and she can always smell a bleeding heart.

A fox changeling, though given her bent of viciousness and her unusual coloring, you could be forgiven for thinking her a kumiho or a particularly wicked kitsune. In mien, she has long, thick white hair and a pair of white tails (three in the dreamscape), tipped in black like stained ink brushes, that match her long, tufted ears. Her whole body’s covered in a fine layer of silken fur; she’s got a lupine lengthiness to her features and sharp teeth in her smile. In her mask, her hair’s rich and dark and she seems to have a perpetual healthy glow to her skin, tipping into a noticeably high, intemperate flush when her passions are aroused. A beauty in either form, she has thin, seemingly delicate wrists and ankles, but moves with a quick, decisive grace. Her eyes are blue with just a hint of the green they used to be, the color standing out sharply from the ring of her black eyelashes.

Court/Mantle: The South, seat of ecstasy. Chitose remembers the purity of her emotions in Faerie, remembers heights of euphoria and shocks of terror that stole her breath away, but out in the real world, she feels muted and muffled, never quite fulfilled, as if she’s always groping for an outstretched hand that’s just out of reach. The Court of Song gets her closest to that reckless, all-pervading sensation, and so she throws herself headlong into its giddy pursuit of obsession. Her mantle wraps her in a sensual warmth and, when she’s particularly worked up, wisps of thin white smoke scented like heady incense or burning sugar. Every so often, when her eyes catch the light in a dark room, they reflect red instead of green.

Contracts:

Den I-III. She considers herself to have every right to be wherever she finds herself and is not about to let a home security system stop her when she’s chasing any sort of rabbit.

Dream I-IV. Whether she’s digging for a story or pushing a narrative, dreams are fruitful ground with a multiplicity of uses, none of which she’s squeamish about implementing. Curious is a terror, asleep or awake.

Omen I-III. While she’s not much interested in fortune-telling as a method for long-term strategic planning (you want Skeptic for that), she does absolutely have a use for powers that give her visions of someone’s worst memory or upcoming major life events.

Skeptic

Quote: “Do you have any idea what kind of shitstorm we have coming down on us? What? You can’t see the future? I guess that means you should shut the hell up and stop distracting those of us who have something useful to contribute then, doesn’t it?!”

Type: Oracle Wizened. Destro knew that his followers would need someone who could properly interpret signs and portents, so set his recruiters to finding someone with an eye for secret signs, a knack for the languages of symbolism and metaphor. Most of them brought back psychics or sensitive children, but one particularly old recruiter, for whom “computers” were a new and strange novelty, brought back Tomoyasu. An electronics whiz-kid from a young age, Tomoyasu was in high school at the time, but already doing college prep. He was driven and competitive but, crucially, willing to explain things to people who didn’t understand them. In Faerie, his eyes were opened (forcibly, sometimes with clamps) to a great many more languages and codes, and his competitive personality honed to a vicious edge because you did not want to be a failure, not at any cost.

Now that he’s been sent back to the real world, Skeptic has a presence in many realms. He’s still quite good with computers, of course, but there’s the much more important work of Destro that needs to be done, and that involves both tasks for now and plans laid for later. As such, he maintains dream pledges with a number of psychics (mostly fresh ones, though there are a few shattered survivors from amongst his rivals for his current position). Unlike Curious, he isn’t interested in digging in their dreams or using them as staging grounds for larger projects; he only needs them to help him fill in his understanding of the future. He and Re-Destro do a great measure of the work in maintaining the group Hollow.

Rail-thin and gangly, Skeptic stalks about his environment with a constant sense of bloody-minded productivity. He’s rarely without a laptop or tablet tucked in one arm and wears exclusively black, which just adds to the impression of being The World’s Gothiest Scarecrow. His eyes are always hidden, behind his long bangs, razor-thin sunglasses, or--on more formal Court occasions--a broad silk blindfold, but glimpses of them are always alarmingly bloodshot. In mien, his hands and arms are dotted with tattoos and scarification, faerie glyphs and sigils, and his eyes are filmed with blood. He may not actually have eyelids--certainly no one has ever seen him blink. Usually has a sword or the emblem of one on his person somewhere--a custom of his Court, because the heavens know he’s no swordfighter.

Court/Mantle: The West, seat of honor. Very much a means to an end. Skeptic has little interest in martialtry, but the needs of Destro demand that someone do it, and his obsessive perfectionism and rigidly high standards for himself make him the best fit--and anyway, the Court of War does need strategists. He’s learned how to handle weapons in a perfunctory sort of way, but he’s a much better shot with a rifle than one would expect from the state of his eyes, especially if he’s got some time to spend fidgeting with one for a little bit before he has to fire it. His mantle is relatively low, compared to most of his motley-mates, and manifests as a penetrating chill to the air and a slightly sharper tang of blood-smell than just his red-rimmed eyes can explain.

Contracts:

Animation I-V. You don’t have to waste time learning how to operate anything if the object itself will tell you how to use it, and you don’t have to stand around waving a sword at people when you can have the sword wield itself. “Inanimate” nothing; as a rule, he likes objects better than people.

Artifice I. Object touchy because it’s busted? Nothing a bit of magic can’t fix (at least for long enough to get the job done.

Hours I-IV. The result of Skeptic’s understanding of objects crashing together with his oracular abilities. The time magic he can work on inanimate objects is very useful (and yes, the way Shigaraki warps the first clause of this drives him absolutely mad), but the real miracle is what the ability to control time dilation in the Hedge does for his and his motley’s productivity.

Trumpet

Quote: “I’m sure we’ll succeed. After all, we’re the ones he chose.”

Type: Fairest Muse. The only member of the MLA motley proper that has any ambivalent feelings about The Destro Revival Festival. He’s about Re-Destro’s age, but was kidnapped at a much less tender age than the rest, well into his adulthood. He was an up-and-coming civil servant at the time, then spent longer than he can remember in Faerie, rallying crowds and practicing speeches until his throat bled and cracked into silence, learning to channel some portion of Destro’s white-hot conviction and magnetic presence, for all that being vessel to those traits felt like it burned the soul out of him. Hanabata was charismatic and persuasive while he went in and his time in Faerie amplified those traits beyond belief, but he isn’t so broken as to believe that Destro did him some kind of favor.

He is, however, quite broken enough to believe that Destro is undefeatable and that he has no real choices in the matter. He was returned barely a week after he was taken in real-Earth time, dropped on Re-Destro’s lap when the latter was just getting started in establishing himself. He’s spent the twenty years since then doing whatever needs to be done in order to smooth Re-Destro’s path (he’s unusually prominent in human politics for a changeling; indeed, he’s amassed some fairly significant temporal authority) and watching the rest of his ordained motley grow up. They’re really the only people keeping him going; Hanabata thinks they’re far more damaged than he, and in many ways he’s right--he has a much clearer grasp on what they’ve all lost, even if some of them never had it to begin with--but he’s also very badly hurt in his own way, lacking even the devoted fervor of the cause to fill up the empty spaces left in what used to be his optimism.

His mask looks like the Trumpet of the canon, minus the ever-present sense of pomade and the facial hair that can’t decide if it wants to be a mustache or not; he’s just clean-shaven. He has a wry, expressive mouth and a nearly hypnotic voice, a baritone by turns soothing or rolling. There’s an indefinable sense of presence to him; just looking at him makes brave people want to strike up a conversation and timid people lurk about in vague hopes of leeching up some of his confident vibes. His mien just amplifies it; he’s impossibly magnetic, with strong features and eyes the kind of green you could get lost in. His voice is even more of a marvel here, resonant and penetrating in ways humans couldn’t typically manage without augmentation. When out in public, he wears a camera-ready smile as faithfully as a wedding band; in private, he’s markedly more subdued.

Court/Mantle: The East, seat of envy. Trumpet’s talents make him marvelously well-suited for this Court, but it isn’t just a matter of practicality, as the Court of the West is for Skeptic. No, Trumpet is intimately familiar with the thumbscrew feeling of envy--no free changeling can even begin to grasp how bitterly he covets their ignorance. His mantle can be difficult to pick apart from the gripping presence of his seeming, but when he’s working magic, it’s frequently accompanied by the bizarre sense to onlookers that he’s taller than he really is. Even if someone is standing right next to him and knows perfectly well that they’re taller than him, sometimes they’ll blink and their eyes will lie, vision inverting such that Trumpet seems to be looking down at them. Every so often, when he’s on a roll, his eyes will gleam the perfect yellow-white of the sun reflecting on newly-minted coins.

Contracts:

Vainglory I-III. Not as advanced in his understanding of this Contract as Re-Destro, but the effect is considerably more potent when he’s using it.

Hearth I-V. As engrossing as it is to listen to him talk, Trumpet’s real talent is in inspiring others, and the Contracts of fair and foul fortune just amplify that.

Fleeting Spring I and Fleeting Autumn I. First levels of the seasonal contracts don’t require Seasonal Court goodwill, but he’d probably get it from any Spring Court in the country anyway. Envy is close cousins with Desire, after all. Whichever the case, manipulating people is easier when you know both what they want and what they fear.

Geten

Quote: “Ice is never far away. Prepare yourself.”

Type: Snowskin Elemental. Geten remembers little of their time before Faerie--in fact, they have very little recollection of the passage of any of the time that must have brought them to their current age. Their memory is like one huge block of ice, solid from wall to wall with cold and scarcity. If some of that scarcity, back at the very beginning, is colored in a different palette than Destro’s winter, well, it’s still of a piece with the rest, so what does it matter? All of their life was the winter--until Re-Destro appeared and chose them. Out in the real world, Geten knows, intellectually, about the whole “herald of Destro” thing and devotes themself to the cause with admirable fervor, but in truth, that fervor is far more dedicated to Re-Destro than it is their True Fae Keeper, of whom Geten recalls next to nothing. Generally serious and driven, Geten enjoys feeling that their actions have meaning beyond just keeping them alive, so they’re never happier than when they’re fighting for Re-Destro in concrete, measurable ways. Generally poorly socialized in ways that would make their life much more difficult if they didn’t have Rikiya looking out for them.

In mask, Geten is a slight youth with shoulder-length, white-blonde hair and unusual pale gray eyes. They have a delicate-looking face that’s incongruous with their rather feral personality. In mein, their hair is fully white, as are the glowing pupils of their eyes. Their already fair skin goes bloodlessly pale, and even on the hottest day, their features are kissed with a rime of frost. They wear long sleeved, full-length clothes at all times of the year, though curiously, they dress more heavily in summer than in winter.

Court/Mantle: The North, seat of suffering. Something of an unusual case in their freehold, where the power of the Directional Courts holds sway, Geten emerged from the Hedge with a strong Winter mantle. No matter that they’re sworn to the Armor Court, that raw affinity to the Court of Sorrow remains. This odd duality, seen by some as untrustworthy, has largely kept them from advancing very far despite their apparent dedication to the Stupa’s focused, ascetic lifestyle. They’re frequently mistaken for being courtless, particularly in a freehold that’s less familiar with the look of the Silent Arrow than those who move in Seasonal Court circles would be. The lack of any obvious sign of a mantle is itself the tell--Winter always makes its changelings look more stark, as if somehow etched more clearly into the fabric of the world, unobscured by other connections. Likewise, their magic is all ice-themed anyway, so many don’t realize that the brief gusts of snow around them are a sign of their mantle--but every so often, there will be a brush of pale ash on those winds, a sign that, for all that Winter lives in their bones, Geten has still embraced the North.

Contracts: These speak for themselves. Geten’s power set, more than anyone in these posts, hews closely to canon!Geten’s quirk meta-ability.

Elements (Ice) I-IV. Exacts control over ice. They’re protected from it, they’re protected by it, they control it, and it answers their call (though their range is not anywhere close to canon!Geten’s).

Communion (Ice) I-III. Very unlike canon!Geten, the changeling version is ice-born enough that they speak with it like kin. Ice isn’t much of a gossiper, as elements go, but it reflects things, sometimes, and knows the shape of everything it touches. They can extend this awareness as far out as a mile in most weather, though the range is much shorter in e.g. a blizzard, when trying to take in that much information would be overwhelming.

Eternal Winter I-III. Don’t have ice? Make your own! Again, not as wide-ranging as canon!Geten’s, but serves much the same purpose. Geten can also, like Spinner, perform emergency thermostat duties, though Spinner’s control over heat allows him to turn it up or expel it, while Geten’s is only ever going to make things colder.

BONUS TIDBITS:

Changeling!Re-Destro needs to be able to get around in the human world without being prone to fits of hallucination and delirium, and his magic isn't dependent on his stress levels, so unlike his canon self, he gets to have actual vacation time, do soothing yoga, etc.

Geten and Curious had some durance overlap, but neither of them remember it clearly. Curious’s memories of that time are too patchy, while Geten’s are too hard to pare down into individual moments. Geten does feel a sense of familiarity towards Curious, but they don’t talk about it much after the one time they described it as being, “Like she was...inside me, for a while,” and everyone looked really weirded out.

Changeling!Geten is nonbinary because It’s My AU And I’ll Do What I Want. They are made of ice and do not really understand what the deal is with gender.

Magne doesn’t die in this AU because It’s My AU And I’ll Do What I Want. She and Curious have to team up to brainstorm a strategy for an epic oneiromachy duel with Destro that will decisively eject him from Rikiya’s dreams without reducing Rikiya to a drooling husk.

Trumpet is the true wild card in this AU. The other Destro-ites have never really even considered the prospect of breaking free from Destro; Trumpet has, but rather than that making him the person who’s the easiest to sway, it makes him the person most resolutely convinced that betraying Destro will lead only to suffering. The lengths that conviction will drive him to make him a severe danger to his motley the moment they begin considering abandoning their mission.

#bnha #re-destro #yotsubashi rikiya #bnha curious #kizuki chitose #bnha skeptic #chikazoku tomoyasu #bnha trumpet #hanabata koku #geten #meta liberation army #bnha spoilers #changeling: the league #changeling: the lost #my writing

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someone-always-cares · 4 years

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[image description: a q&a for the webcomic someone always cares. full desc under the cut because its long and wordy sorry]

post chapter 3 Q&A

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thanks for yalls questions!! it was fun to answer! if anyone still has questions feel free to ask whenever i am always 100% down to ramble. even if i did go slightly off topic in some answers

additional: went off topic with the hair question a bit. their bright hair is all part of the transformations. regular hair dye does exist though. best way to tell is that if the eyebrow matches the hair its probably not dyed. also, quartz’s hair is naturally ginger.

also for more on ages, check out the character bios here

also was gonna keep this in the tags but thought i might as well actually try to answer it: the question i found it hardest to answer was someone the song one. my taste in music is. a mess really. ive been listening to like the same 5 songs on repeat all day. more under the cut because i was rambling again and now its uhhh half 1am

if it helps at the time of answering that specific question i had home by cavetown on repeat, and that song reminds me of both rami and lewis. but that may be because i project onto those two a lot, and as a aro trans dude. who sucks with people skills, yeah of course i love that song.

specifically the vibes of like not knowing how to communicate (rami is fine with his friends but other people are different), the lines “ Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place, Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane” idk what the porcelain face line is supposed to mean but im picturing it as like. a mask. that you need to take off and stop hiding and rami does tend to hide when hes feeling upset, and the next two lines kinda could tie into that, like the feeling of when youre overwhelemed and just want the world to stop so you just hide somewhere. also the colours could go with chapter 3 with the chromatic abberation.

also the bit with “ my eyes went dark, I don't know where, my pupils are, But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here” just kinda sums up ramis whole hero thing with his powers and all. anyway this has turned into less what songs rami would like and why this particular song reminds me of him and lewis (lewis specifically has the hair cutting/chest hiding, [big transmasc mood], and also messy haired trainwreck who doesnt know who he is yet. also the ghosts bit)

i did end up picking upbeat songs because ramis a dude who like to try and be upbeat even if things arent. even if hes not really feeling it he will pretend to.

[full description: Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: “hi ily!!! do characters like quartz who have colored hair have that naturally or did they dye it?”

“its both natural and not! while most supers can do a magical girl ish transformation, including a change in hair colour, there are some exceptions.”

theres two small full body drawings of rami, one in civilian clothes, one fully transformed.

“if a superhero were to have a biological child, the child will inherit the powers of the parent(s). however, the child will not inherit the full transfromation. they do inherit any physical transformations, but not the outfit.”

theres a drawing of a woman in blue, quartz’s mother, fully transformed, holding her mask in her hand, smiling down at a much younger quartz as a child. hes smiling back up at her with the same blue eyes, pointy ears, and blue hair, but hes still in normal clothes.

“in the case of quartz, both of hisparents had superpowers, and he inherited those powers and the physical transformations.he can also pick and mix whatphysical traits to change.“

next is a headshot of adult quartz, his face split down the middle with one side having hair and eye like his mother, the other like his father. theres a list of traits from each parents, blue hair and eyes and pointy ears from his mum, and purple hair and eyes and pointy teeth from their dad.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: Are all the characters the same age? If not, how old are they? Are they irl friends or just superhero friends?”

theres some headshots of rami and his team lined up with ages labelled: cam is 15, rami himself is 17, lin, mateo, and dante, are all 18, and cap is 20.

“rami and xandra were somewhat friends before she got superpowers, so when, after the incident with her old team, she found rami had developed powers, xandra stuck close to him. their other teamates started off as superhero friends but soon turned into irl friends too”

theres a headshot of lewis and jade. theyre both 17

“when lewis first decided to start being a vigilante,jade quickly found him and decided to help train himand offered to be a mentor of sorts, as they both have similar powers. that quickly derailed.”

“ cinder5555 said to someone-always-cares: How long does it usually take to make a comic page? I'm curious because they're so freaking good that they must take FOREVER”

theres a drawing of myself, a fluffy hair tired bastard in a hoodie, smiling

“Thanks! Ive been doing this shit since like 2017 and i still have no idea how long it takes me. i can get a page done in a day if i have nothing else to do or if its a simple page, but if i have work then maybe 2-3 days? i spend like, most of my free time doing this.“

another drawing of me, now looking frustrated muttering “how the FUCK does time work”

“but i can never do it all on one sitting.i will inevitably get distracted and zone out daydreaming mid drawing so its very hard to get an accurate read on how long it takes. so however long a piece of string is i guess“

the only qustion not from tumblr is a discord message from RuneStone Cabin:

“Q: Can you talk about the incidence of superpowers in this world? Like many people are supers, which powers are more or less common, how long they've been a thing for, stuff like that. Also does Omen know I'd die for them “

theres a drawing of omen pointing at a date circled on a calender marked “decembuary”, theyre saying “i know. i already wrote your death in my calender.”

then a giant wall of text reading: “Supers have only existed for a relativly short time, since the early 1940s. momento mori was the second person to have ever gained powers.

Only a small number of the population are supers! the chances are higher in more populated cities, but unusally london has oneof the higher percentages of supers. while nobody in universe has any idea of the origins of superpowers, it does seem that powers are more likely to occur in people who would actually use their powers.

as for what powers are most common, after making a badly catagorized spreadsheet of every superpowered character ive made for this world (70% of which will probably never even be seen), turns out that elemental powers are the most common. although not all elemental powers manifest as the straight up 'controling this element' as seen in characters like lin or tsunami. for example, iris's powers would fall under shadow elemntal powers, but theyre a lot more weird that just controlling shadows.there are some abilities that have never been seen before,such as ressurection or full on time travel (aka anything that could bring a character back to life), but powers are certainly allowed to toe the line eg healing, powers involving undeath, immortality, pausing or manipulating time.

aside from that, anything goes. you could get plain old superstrength, but you could also get the ability to create dogs with your mind. other not quite rules, more guidelines are that supers are immune to their own powers hurting them (unless they were pushing themselves too hard), although the way the imminuties occur may be inconvinient to the super.

while some powers may be 'more powerful' than others, powers dont really get to be way underpowered or overpowered in comparision to others. sure being able to talk to animals may feel a bit useless compared to someone who can lift 4 tanks at once, but nobodys going to end up with a power like 'can turn into a goose but only once' or 'can grow toenails twice as fast' or 'if i sneeze i can change my hair colour'. at the same time, youre not going to get someone with the power to snap their fingers and level a city, or instantly blow up the moon or whatever.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: I love rami PLEASE tell me his favorite song(s) and why. I will die for you”

a drawing of rami saying out loud “i dont really have any specific favourite song, really? i just listen to whatever sounds catchy and then listen to that on repeat for hours until i hate it. i guess i do like upbeat songs? ones that make you feel happy even if the lyrics are sad”

“ un1c0rnhh said to someone-always-cares: tell me,,, please,, cam,,, are they a cat person or a dog person?? ily"

theres a drawing of cam a metre away from a cat lying down. she has her arm out and is making ‘psspsspss’ noises at it. end id]

FUCK i am so glad i didnt hand write all of that, it would have been a major pain in the ass to write it all and then have to transcribe all that next. but nope i could directly copy paste the asks and word answers. cheers if anyone made it this far down. if anyone wonders why this is uploaded late, you know now.

#sac #someone always cares #sorry to my friends i rambled to about the previosly mentioned attempt at catagorizing powers #i made a fucking spreadsheet and everything #it was awful #also it probably obvious but i still have yet to download the font i use to this computer #did i ever mention what i named the font when i made it #because its called 'dicks out for the void' or something #it was funny back in mid/late 2017 ok

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luckyspike · 5 years

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Eleventh Hour Admission - A Good Omens fanfiction

Hey guys remember when I talked about writing a hospital AU

i did it but no one is a doctor they’re all nurses

title refers to literally getting an admission during the eleventh hour of your shift, possibly a fate worse than death

CW: hospitals, medical procedures, automobile accidents, the joint commission

this will never be continued (probably) or posted to AO3, so enjoy it

Ari Fell liked it his job. That wasn’t sarcasm. He really, truly liked his job: he liked helping other people, he liked watching the sickest of the sick get well again and, when he couldn’t do that, he liked being there for them, trying to help them peacefully and painlessly move on. He liked meeting the families of his patients, he liked getting to know his patients when they could talk, and he liked that every day was a new day, something different and unknown and rife with opportunity to learn something new, or to help someone.

He liked his job, but he didn’t like 6am admissions.

Which, he had a feeling, was precisely why his ASCOM phone was going off at 5:55am. The caller ID informed him that it was Gabriel, the charge for tonight. He winced and the other nurse working the east pod with him tonight, Tracy, nodded sympathetically. He picked up the phone, and answered the call.

“Ari!” Yes. Yes, that was Gabriel. By the sound of it, he was in the cafeteria, likely having coffee with the other charges during their morning “bed meeting”. Ari had long since suspected that “bed meeting” was an excuse to get coffee and kvetch for the last hour of their shift, but he’d never really had the opportunity to find out, after he’d refused the offered charge position last year.

“Gabe.” He stared gloomily at the empty room before him. It had been empty all night, after he’d packed the last patient off to IMC to make room for a possible admit. He had known it was too good to be true, known with a sort of icy certainty that a quiet night would never last, and soon enough there would be some kind of admit rolling up. He’d hoped it wouldn’t be an hour before shift change but, well …

Maybe it would be an intubated pneumonia. Sedated, even. That would be nice.

“Got an ED trainwreck coming up. You heard them call that level 1 trauma, yeah?”

His heart dropped into his stomach, which dropped all the way to his Danskos. “Yes.”

“MVA, lady was flying and ran off the road into the orchard. Hit like three of the apple trees, Bee told me. Anyway, she’s a hot mess. I told them they could call report and bring her up any time.”

“I’ll need to stock the room -”

Gabriel ignored him. “I’d love to help get her settled but we’re gonna be in bed meeting until 6:30 and then I have to do the board for day shift, but I’m sure you and Tracy’ll have it in hand. Holler if you need anything!” The line went dead.

“What do you need?” Tracy asked, already half out of the pod, aimed toward the supply room. The supply room, Ari knew, where the housekeeper usually hung around this time of the morning, surreptitiously drinking instant-brew coffee behind the Pyxis.

Ari sighed. “A whole set-up. I don’t have report yet, but it’s a trauma. Probably need suction and the whole nine yards.” The ASCOM chirped again. “That’ll be report.”

“I’ll get some culture bottles and extra red tops as well.” He nodded to her as she vanished around the corner, and picked up the phone. “Ari Fell, ICU 4 East.”

“Ari!” He might have groaned. “It’s AJ!”

“Great. You’re calling report, I assume?”

“Well, yeah, but also I was just thinking I’m off for two days after this, and I don’t have any plans after my shift, was thinking about kegs and eggs at the place across the street. Care to join?”

“Somehow,” Ari said with rather more chill to his tone than usual, “I think I’ll be getting off my shift late.”

AJ laughed. “Oh, yeah. I’m bringing up the hot mess express.”

“Oh, boy.” He half-sighed, half-groaned. “I’m ready.”

“Right, patient’s still a Jane Doe but ID in her purse said Eve Smith, 22 years old, just waiting on family to confirm. Chaplain called her parents but no answer yet. Anyway, adult female, unrestrained driver in car-versus-tree MVA, GCS of 3 at the scene, flown here, went into SVT on the way but we’ve got her on amio now at 0.5mg/hr, pan-scan showed a left-sided pneumo -”

He rattled on, Ari jotting down notes as AJ moved through the systems. At least there was that: report from AJ was, usually, good, although he did like to linger on the gory details a little longer than necessary sometimes. If he was going to get a 6am admit, at least he’d have a good report to hand off to the next shift when he inevitably presented them with this hot disaster.

Tracy was back from the supply room, a suspicious damp spot on her scrub top. The navy blue shade hid the color of the spot, but if Ari had to guess, it would be the color of Svanka instant coffee. “Enough?” she asked, holding up two bags of supplies and a handful of lab tubes. He cupped a hand over the phone.

“Two straight poles and an IV pole,” he whispered. “And an EVD hookup for the monitor.”

“Gotcha.”

“Anyway,” AJ was saying, “she’s got a Foley, so you don’t have to worry about that, and, ah … Hm. Multiple lacerations and abrasions spread out all over, but no pressure wounds or anything otherwise. Right. Anything else you need?”

“Ah …” He looked at the report sheet, the notes about infusions and lines and testing left un-done, and shrugged. “You’re coming up with her, right?”

“Oh, yeah. It’ll be a miracle if she doesn’t crump on the way up. I’ll probably be bagging her when we get there.”

He grimaced. “Wonderful. I’ll have RT ready. Otherwise, uh … no, I think I should be alright. Whenever you’re ready, we’ve got the room stocked.”

“Okay.” A little distantly, as if he’d moved away from the receiver somewhat, he heard AJ call, “Hey, you ready Erica? Time to move!” And then, back into the phone. “See you in ten.”

Ari ended the call, placed a quick SOS to respiratory for a vent delivery, and tossed the ASCOM onto the desk. One last chance to check his other patient - a post-op heart cath they’d sent for access site observation overnight before planned discharge in the morning - and then he headed into the empty room, fussing around with the lines and waiting. The vent was there, already pre-programmed with the settings, blue screen glowing in the dark room as it waited. Tracy returned with the required equipment, and rolled a pole across the room, around the end of the bed, toward Ari.

“Disaster?”

“Complete train wreck.”

She patted his shoulder. “My two are primped and propped and ready for seven. I can help all you like, dear.” She was always nice like that, calling him ‘dear’. He supposed it made sense, given that Tracy was old enough to be his mother, but he had noticed she never used the term for anybody else. He’d never asked her about it, though, mostly because he was sort of afraid that if he pointed it out, she would stop.

“I think we just wait, now.”

“Fresh meat coming?” The gruff voice of the custodian drew their attention to the doorway. “I’m off duty at 6:30, so if you think I’ll be coming in here to clean up whatever mess you and those hideous interns make -”

“I’m sure your relief will have it well in-hand, Mr. S.” Tracy fluttered her eyelashes, and leaned across the bedside table, the front of her V-neck scrub top gaping open just enough to draw the housekeeper’s eyes. “You know, I was thinking of getting breakfast and coffee at The Pantry across the street after shift … been craving their waffles.” It was a statement, but it hung open like a question. Mr. S blushed a little.

“I … I’m a little hungry myself. Could go for a nice thick pat of scrapple.” He cleared his throat. At the far corner of the ICU, Ari heard the elevator - the direct-from-the-ED elevator - ding open, and the distant sound of alarms suffused through the early-morning bustle of the unit.

“Think they might have two seats at the breakfast bar?”

“Maybe.” He smiled a little, and then remembered himself and glowered. “If an educated woman’ll deign to eat with me, that is.”

“Mm, I think I might be able to bring myself to slum it this morning.” She waved a hand. “Here she comes, move over, there’s a love.”

And come she did, in a wail of alarms and machines and, Ari was both relieved and exasperated to see, AJ, who had, as long as Ari had known him, struggled with the concept of ‘reserved’. “Heyo, told you so!” AJ was, as promised, bagging the patient, his arm snaked between various lines and tubes, the critically-ill human attached to them almost so covered as to be invisible. “Ari.”

Ari looked at the lines, horrified, and then to AJ. “What happened?”

“Huh? Oh. She came back from radiology like this. Didn’t have time to untangle everything.”

“Nothing’s even labeled!” He waved his hands at the mess. “You’ve got fluids and pressors and is that blood? What’s going where?”

“Ah. All in the subclavian, I’d imagine.” The redhead added, with scathing sarcasm, “Pretty sure I didn’t hook anything up to the EVD. Got a slide board?”

Tracy had, and she and Ari tucked it under the unconscious young woman as AJ and Erica rolled her to the side. “Hang on, let me check her back while she’s there.” There were abrasions, and lacerations, too many to count or list as part of a specific area, and then, between her shoulder blades, was an apple blossom. He plucked it off. “Really, you couldn’t clean that off?”

“Had bigger fish to fry. You done?” AJ raised an eyebrow at him, visible of the rims of his dark-tinted glasses, and Ari nodded. AJ and Erica let the woman down. “On three -” She was light enough, and with four of them they had her slid into the ICU bed in one smooth motion, still piled with a tangled mess of lines and tubes.

“You really had to bring this mess up,” Ari griped, trying to decide where to start first. His eyes widened. “You left the EVD lying under her pillow!”

“It’s clamped!” AJ replied with an exasperated groan, gratefully flicking on the vent and plugging it into the ET tube.

Erica rolled her eyes. “You done here? I’ve got to get back to the department.”

“Be right behind you,” AJ said, waving the other nurse off. “I’m gonna help whiny here get organized.” He pulled the EVD from under the pillow, carefully threading the buritrol back through the other lines until the tubing lay neatly over the rest of the tangled mess. Carefully, he hung it on the straight pole, leveled it, and opened the clamp. Pink-tinged spinal fluid started to drip out. “Come on, hand me the cable, I’ll even hook it up for you.”

“How charitable,” Ari grumbled, tossing the cable behind the headboard and bouncing it off AJ’s shoulder. “Bastard.”

“Now, boys,” Tracy admonished from the foot of the bed, where she was busying herself with untangling the Foley and the SCDs*. “Let’s not argue.”

[* Are SCDs really that important in a fragile immediately post-trauma patient, you may ask. To which the answer is: only if the Joint Commission is there.]

“Oh, we’re just having a good time.” AJ was tracing the IV tubing containing the fluids down through the sheets. “Alright, so this is going to the peripheral, just untangle this -”

“You know,” Ari said, as he fiddled with the monitor and the arterial line, trying to check for level in spite of the level being, as always, conspicuously absent. “I’m sure you have patients back down in the department. You don’t have to help. I was just giving you a hard time.” He ended up seizing a length of blood pressure cuff tubing and eyeballing the line between the transducer and the phlebostatic axis.

“Well, what if I want to?” He snorted. “My only other patient down there is a kid with a head lac, and he’s on ice until the LET kicks in and we can do staples anyway. Which will be, fortunately, after shift change. He looks like a screamer.” He smirked at Ari, and passed the IV pump with all of the various central line tubing across the bed to him. “Never let it be said I’m not occasionally nice.”

“You’re not.”

“Hey.”

At the foot of the bed, Tracy shook her head, tapping in the vital signs as she did. “Did anyone page the fellow to let them know she’s arrived?”

“Not yet,” they replied, in unison. And then exchanged a look, very briefly, before Ari looked away to busy himself with setting the monitor alarm parameters and AJ became absorbed in scribbling labels for the IV tubing.

“I’ll do it, then.”

It was quiet for a minute while they worked, but after a time, Ari realized the white sheet atop the woman was clear, the lines were meticulously untangled and laid properly, with messily-written but legible labels. It would have done the Joint Commission proud.

“Think she still needed cultures,” AJ muttered, grabbing the bottles off of the counter. “Where do you keep the tourniquets up here?”

“Here.” He set to checking orders, with the black-clad invader from the ED pulled the first set of cultures on the first stick. Ari frowned, impressed. “Nice one.”

“Eh, you get good at ‘em when you have to get a line in anything.”

“Seriously,” Ari said, more quietly now, noting that for the most part, all of the ED orders had been cleaned up, taken care of, and signed off before the patient had arrived, “you can go. Really, I’m grateful, but I can handle it and you don’t have to -”

“I know. But this is really selfish for me.” He tore the tip of the index finger off the fresh pair of gloves he’d donned, the better to palpate a vein in the opposite arm, where the splint would allow. “Don’t wanna eat breakfast alone.”

Ari stared at him for a minute. Blinked. “Seriously?”

“Well, yeah,” AJ replied, tone flippant. “I think it counts as alcoholism if you drink alone too much. Have to keep up the facade of being a normal, healthy, functional adult.” He winked at Ari over the rim of his glasses. “You know how it goes, choir-boy.”

“I -” he glanced into the hallway, where Tracy and Mr. S were chatting. Mr. S had clocked out - was it past 6:30 already? And Tracy had her ASCOM in hand, although by the looks of it she hadn’t yet called. If she waited much longer, the fellow wouldn’t arrive with new orders until after shift change. He could have laughed. What an angel. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. You want to get a pitcher?”

Aj laughed, although he was watching intently as the second bottle filled. “You know, I have two days off coming up - what the hell? Let’s do it.”

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lgbt-i-guess · 5 years

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1-150 cute asks

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

idk

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

both

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

4. Are you easy to get along with?

idk

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

idk

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

boy

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

i hope so

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

purgatorian-princess

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

sometimes

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

idk

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

im not posting it but it was abt my dad being an asshole abt my trauma

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

1) must have been the wind by alec benjamin

2) last of her kind by alec benjamin

3) now shes getting married alec benjamin

4) on the borderline by thomas sanders

5) voodoo doll by 5sos

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

yeah

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

idk

15. What good thing happened this summer

idk

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

havent kissed

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

yah

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

honestly no

19. Do you like bubble baths?

yes

20. Do you like your neighbors?

dont talk to them

21. What are your bad habits?

i bottle up my emotions until i have a breakdown

22. Where would you like to travel?

idk

23. Do you have trust issues?

yea

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

sleeep

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

the vaginus

26. What do you do when you wake up?

get up?

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

idk

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

idk

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

30. Do you ever want to get married?

yeah

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

nope

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

idk

33. Spell your name with your chin.

cxaz`dws

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

i used to play football and rugby

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

yeah

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

uwu

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

idk

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

m+s? idk

40. What do you want to do after high school?

college

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

42. If youre being extremely quiet what does it mean?

chances are im either tired or upset

43. Do you smile at strangers?

yeah

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

spaece

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

the knowledge ill get yelled at if i dont

46. What are you paranoid about?

irl ppl finding my tumblr

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

why would

i tell you

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

balacc

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

constantly

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

depression

53. Favourite makeup brand?

idk

54. Favourite store?

euro pizza

55. Favourite blog?

this one

56. Favourite colour?

blue

57. Favourite food?

cheesy chips

58. Last thing you ate?

blt

59. First thing you ate this morning?

blt

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

ive won sports things, i won a local arts competition, etc

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

62. Been arrested? For what?

63. Ever been in love?

yeah

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

n/a

65. Are you hungry right now?

yeah

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

yea

67. Facebook or Twitter?

twwiter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

yeah

70. Names of your bestfriends?

c^itl^n, k^tie, m^r^^l

71. Craving something? What?

idk

72. What colour are your towels?

whwwwwhite?

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

75. Favourite animal?

dog/wolf

76. What colour is your underwear?

currently white flowers on dark blue

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

choco

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

mint choco

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

white

80. What colour pants?

blue

81. Favourite tv show?

rn either santa clarita diet, merlin, or blue exorcist

82. Favourite movie?

atm the space between us

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

mean girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

mean girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

HONESTLY REGINA

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

dory

87. First person you talked to today?

dad

88. Last person you talked to today?

dad

89. Name a person you hate?

dad

90. Name a person you love?

bfs

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

dad

92. In a fight with someone?

idk probably

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

95. Last movie you watched?

detective pika pika

96. Favourite actress?

ruby rose

97. Favourite actor?

asa butterfield

98. Do you tan a lot?

never

99. Have any pets?

many

100. How are you feeling?

not bad rn

101. Do you type fast?

very

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

so many

103. Can you spell well?

half the time maybe

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

yah

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

yeah

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

idk

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

108. What should you be doing?

stufying probably fndjl

109. Is something irritating you right now?

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

yeah

111. Do you have trust issues?

yeah is this a repeat

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

idk

113. What was your childhood nickname?

not saying

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yeah

115. Do you play the Wii?

used to

116. Are you listening to music right now?

no im watching merlin

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

118. Do you like Chinese food?

yeah

119. Favourite book?

atm good omens

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

yeah

121. Are you mean?

only if ur mean first

122. Is cheating ever okay?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

sometimes

125. Do you believe in true love?

yeah

126. Are you currently bored?

yeah

127. What makes you happy?

idk

128. Would you change your name?

yeah

129. What your zodiac sign?

aquarius

130. Do you like subway?

yeah

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

my best friend ‘of the opposite sex’ is a bi trans woman, which is kinda a deal breaker as a gay trans man

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

idk

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

stop thinking about the easy way out

134. Can you count to one million?

yeah

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

idk

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed locked and barricaded

137. How tall are you?

5′1

138. Curly or Straight hair?

straight unless wet

139. Brunette or Blonde?

brunet but dyed

140. Summer or Winter?

winter

141. Night or Day?

night

142. Favourite month?

feb

143. Are you a vegetarian?

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk and dark

145. Tea or Coffee?

neither

146. Was today a good day?

147. Mars or Snickers?

mars

148. What’s your favourite quote?

idk

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

yeah

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

don’t waste your energy even imagining the possibility

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grayisholi · 5 years

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@ the DND ask game: ALL OF THOSE QUESTIONS, I CAN'T CHOOSE!! XD (or if not that, the ones you rlly wanna do!!

BOY OH BOY OH BOYIve been answering these throughout the day and I’m too lazy to reread the full document so sorry if I’ve left gaps or whatever but here it is! All 35 questions about dnd! Matt you unstoppable Madman.

1. A favorite character you have played.

You can’t just make me pick between my children!!! I think I might have to say Atticus Sallow, my faeborn bloodhunter, partially because he’s like 100% homebrew content which I LIVE for, but also because he’s probably the most kinda self-insert character I’ve ever played? Almost became the kinda angsty, brooding asshole character before he was like “get your shit together” and learned that loving people isn’t so bad.

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.

I almost, ALMOST had the pleasure of DMing for @no-more-good-omens and their character was gonna be SO RAD and I’m a little heartbroken he never came to be. A half-drow paladin of Vecna, pretending to be your typical good and wholesome paladin? Dude, I love that kinda two faced backstabbing in a player. It’s such a shame it never came to anything (although if yall still wanna play hmu ;))

3. Your favorite side quest.

Ooh, there’s been so many good ones. Probably when i was playing as Adrian Smirks and went off on a tangent to rescue his brother ? That was the first time I ever got to see Adrian’s more raw and emotional side beneath the suave mask he wears and it was fun to explore his character in that way ^.^

4. Your current campaign.

That I’m DMing? It started inspired by Guy Fawkes and was gonna be “your party blows up parliament” but I got bored of following historical accuracy so it ended up being “blow up the palace in a magical city that just happens to be called London”. I accidentally wrote myself into a hole with this campaign tho, so once they’ve finished this arc I’m handing over the DM hat to my sister @philosophical-wanton because she seems to love it and I kinda miss being a player lmao. I can’t wait for it.

5. Favorite NPC.That I’ve written? Probably Hai Shen, the youngest son of a group of circus performers who were killed and the party got blamed for their murder. He had such a great attitude and his dynamics with the party kicked ass. And the twist that he was actually dead the whole time and it was his soul that had stayed behind to help solve his family’s murder? ICONIC.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

NPC death would probably be Hai Shen, actually. After the party had brought the real killers (A cult to the demon Prince Orcus) to justice, Hai’s time on earth had come to an end. He had really beautiful moment with the party before being reunited with his family. Alternatively, the time I broke my entire party’s hearts? “Artagan’s staff comes cracking into Ellios’ chest, forcing him onto the ground. Artagan raises his sceptre in hand, pointing it menacingly at the young prince. And for the first time, you see him. Like, REALLY see him. He’s not the strong and powerful leader you’ve all come to know him as, he’s not Prince Ellios of the Four Realms. He’s just a boy. A boy who is much too young to be involved in such a grand scheme. And the fear in his eyes. You see the fear he’s managed to keep buried for so long, finally coming to the surface. And then? You don’t see anything, aside from his cold body hitting the ground.” I got punched three times for that moment, but GOD was it worth it.

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

Like in game? A healthy lil bit of vandalising the local law enforcement buildings is always a good time.

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.

Aw man, how can I pick ? I gotta say, that one time we, a level 6 party, managed to take down two earth elementals was pretty rad. The DM kind of expected it to be one of those encounters that we saw and immediately tried to run from, but what she didn’t take into account was that ALL of us had chaotic alignments so we just went crazy. The DM was rolling really badly (thank God) and we were getting really creative (“I use the produce flame centripetal to light my bottle of ale on fire and create a molotov cocktail” “you do WHAT”) and after like an HOUR we won and it was amazing. The rush I got from that victory was better than any drug my dood.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

I know I say it a lot, but I legit can’t choose. There’s so many great things about ttrpgs that a lot of people don’t really think of. The creative fulfilment I get from a session is incomparable, the friendships you can build that you couldn’t form in any other way. And like, not to get too real for a sec here, but I grew up with undiagnosed autism and didn’t understand how a lot of social situations worked, and DnD was such a good mechanic for me to try communicating with people without many real world consequences, and I appreciate that experience so much. It’s just such a great thing my dood.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

Can they be the same thing lmao? I mean, I’m obviously partial to Count Cassius, the vampire lord that Adrian slept with lmao. I also always appreciate a good beholder, until I get hit with three disintegration rays IN A ROW.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

We’ve got kind of a monthly schedule with my main campaign, and I manage to get a couple online games in-between them, but honestly I’d kill to be the kind of group that got together every weekend.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

Oh MAN. “I say we do this.” “Yeah, but that’s coming from the guy who decided to tie 3 50ft ropes together to escape the palace.” “iT wOrKeD dIdN’t iT ???” i.e that time I forgot I gave the gnome rogue flying boots so when I planned for them to get arrested at the palace, they managed to escape by tying their ropes together, sending the gnome with it to the top and climbing the wall. I had to improvise the rest of the session. Also “FLINTON BELINDA SKINTON” bc as a role-play exercise I got my party to come up with rumours about their characters and the gnome rogue called Flint AKA Flinton B Skinton decided that one of their rumours was that the B stood for Belinda, and it was GLORIOUS.

13. Introduce your current party.

My current group consists of Flinton B Skinton, gnome rogue. He’s a quick-fingered, silver-tongued gay disaster who can sell anything to anyone. He’s a charming flirt, and a veritable genius in his own right. Kava Daardendrian, dragonborn ranger who loves nothing in life more than her animal companion - her pig Snortin Norton. She’s fun and sassy and shameless, she’s great. There’s Sparks, the fire Genasi Monk, and full embodiment of a disaster lesbian. She drinks, fights, and gets laid, and doesn’t deal with her problems in healthy ways. An icon. And finally Milo, the halfling Bard who falls in love at the drop of a hat and just wants everyone to get along. I call them “The Shenanigang” and I love them.

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

A party I joined late? We had Sylvia Moondrop, the half elf sorcerer who was just trying to get along with everyone despite what the world seemed to want. Orland the half orc bard who was just trying to shake off the Barbarian stereotype his family left him with. Rose Morleen, air Genasi fighter who was literally born to kick ass and take names. I joined as Mason Terrai, the Earth Genasi Alchemist with a perchance for explosives. The very definition of chaotic neutral.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

Of COURSE. What manic wouldn’t ?

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

I used to play online a LOT back before I had friends who were into dnd, but I VASTLY prefer playing in person. The chemistry that’s built not only amongst the players, but also the actual characters themselves is unparalleled. It’s just such a great experience.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

Anyone can attempt anything, the only restriction is the dice. Don’t question the DM unless it’s out of session, then bully the dm on the groupchat until he’s so pissed off he gives you inspiration just to get you to shut up. And also canon lore and canon rules are bullshit when it’s convenient. That’s about it

18. Does your party keep any pets?

Our ranger, God bless her, has her pack pig Snortin Norton, sold to her by one Flinton B Skinton. And Flint really wants a monkey, he’s been trying to find one for ages.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

Not really ? I’m the kind guy that if my dice rolls a 1 I will bench it for a bit, but tbh all my dice are cursed af and I’ve kinda just learned to roll with it by making my characters canonically terrible at everything lmao.

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Aw man I can’t remember when or how, it’s been so long. I had a couple friends who were kinda into it, but all the games they tried to run were complete disasters. I only really started playing I’m the past year or so? Maybe a little more ? Adrian was my first character, and he was a very RP heavy character in a party of tanks and they all hated him but MAN was it fun.

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

Oh all the time. One time my character was careless and didn’t check for traps on a legendary artefact and it lead to the death of a party member. One time my character got angry at his party and walked out. My characters don’t make good decisions, but that’s part of the fun.

22. What color was your first dragon?

White! I thought it was silver at first and went to go say hi, and it clawed me within half my HP straight away lmao.

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?

Oh dude, original all the way. I live for that shit.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?

Depends on the session, but usually a good few hours, couple of days if I’m DMing.

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

“You wake up in a mysterious forest. The strained autumn sun shines through the trees. The only thing you can see it each other, the trees, and an old sign post leading to a path that says "Myrrill” on it. What do you do?“ "We walk in the opposite direction of the sign deeper into the forest.” “…of course you do.”

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters.

I wrote a full carnival show one time for them to watch, and then it got derailed when a horrific monster attacked. But writing all the characters and their acts, and watching my players get entranced as I described it ? Magical, my dood.

27. Do you allow homebrew content?

I live and breathe homebrew content. I don’t know what my games would be without it. I LOVE homebrew.

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?

I make some pretty sick characters if I do say so myself, so I throw them in a LOT.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

Oh dude, role play all the way. Fighting and killing stuff is great, but role-play is just so good. We can go from laughing with a bartender to crying over a backstory reveal and it’s just beautiful.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

Depends on the party, but i find the best players are a little bit of both XD

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

Official ? I’m a fan of the hexblade warlock? Bards are always a good call, and to be real playing monks make me feel like an absolute badass. Race wise, there are just so many. If we’re only talking players handbook stuff, half elf is always rad. Outside of that? I’ve been researching the Shadar-Kai lately and I’m LIVING. They’re so rad.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)

What would you call the disaster gay? I don’t really gear my characters towards usefulness in combat, so it’s just whatever the class happens to lend itself to.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?

I usually write my character, personality, backstory, alignment etc, before I even pick a class or even a race. I basically just make OCs and apply them to dnd rules, and it’s SO much fun. 10/10, would recommend.34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?

FLAVOUR. My party usually hates me, but what I lack in combat utility I more than make up for in creative out of combat skill checks XD.

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

Boi, I even RP my combat, and the great thing is it rubs off on my party too. I’ll have a really low initiative and everyone else will be like “I attack and do 10 points of damage” but then on my round I’m like “I use my staff to leap across the battlefield towards the opponent and launch out with a spinning kick to their jaw” and everyone else is like “oh, okay, that’s what we’re doing.” and the battle becomes so much more dynamic and cinematic, it’s amazing !

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minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong · 6 years

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Penumbra: An Interactive BTS Horror Story Part IV

Premise: Seven friends return to their old high school for one last night of mayhem before the building is condemned. But everything is not as it seems… What will the group do when they find themselves trapped in a warped hellscape with no means of escaping?

That…is up to you.

The Rules: To participate in this story, all you need to do is vote. At the end of each chapter, you will have five hours to make a decision via the poll provided. Do this or do that: you decide. Whichever option receives the majority of the votes is the path we will all follow together so please…choose wisely.

You have chosen well. Hoseok chooses to tell the group.

Another important choice lies ahead of you. What will Namjoon do? Vote here. Want to know more about the characters before you vote? Read this.

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WARNING: This story contains material that some readers may find frightening, disturbing, or unsettling. If you are sensitive to graphic imagery or dark situations, proceed with caution. Please read at your own risk.

“I…I’ll tell them,” says Hoseok with a wavering voice.

He sighs as Yoongi gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze. He knows it’s the right thing to do. But the way that girl died…always feeling the pain of her unfortunate end…he doesn’t ever want to imagine his friends could do that to him. Surely, she thought the same thing. The fear of not only losing his life, but losing his friends paralyzes him. He knows it’s stupid and that he should give his friends a little more credit than that, but something about the urgency of that spirit’s tone…

It felt like a bad omen.

Yoongi and Hoseok start off down the hallway once more, but Hoseok is fidgety. His fingers thrum against his thighs and his eyes dart around like the oblong shadows along the walls and floors are alive, slinking along behind them like death’s loyal attendants. He suppresses a shiver and rubs his upper arms, shaking his head and pressing slightly closer to Yoongi. Ever possessed of mental fortitude, Yoongi remains steadfastly unaffected by what has happened. Hoseok can’t understand him. While the two have always been close, often spending long days together producing passion projects with Yoongi’s Midi keyboard, in this new world it seems that their commonality in their reality is too flimsy a tether. Hoseok longs for human connection, for someone to just take him by the shoulders and give him a hug, a promise that everything will be fine even if it’s an empty one.

The longer he thinks about that corpse, the skin stretched over her bones tight like old canvas and nearly translucent with decay, the backpack still clutched between her fingers…Hoseok can’t help but feel sick to his stomach. It’s an isolating feeling. And, even though Yoongi came back for him, he doesn’t know where the other boys stand. Hoseok ran off, endangered the group, split everyone after demanding they stay together…

What if that spirit is really right?

What if the only person Hoseok can trust is himself?

“We’re here,” says Yoongi quietly, rousing Hoseok from his panicky, spiraling thoughts as the two approach the sliding door.

Hoseok forces a smile and nods. “Alright,” he says, following his friend into the empty room.

Without a word, Hoseok steps toward the window and looks out. It’s as if something and nothing is there, all at once, spread out endlessly like a night sky without any source of light. Even if they can get out, where exactly would they end up?

“I don’t think this is our world,” says Hoseok, still gazing sidelong out the window.

Yoongi, startled by this announcement, crosses his arms and widens his eyes. “Huh?”

“This building…I don’t think it exists in the plane we know,” says Hoseok quietly, still looking out into the nothing.

Yoongi sighs. “Listen…I know this is all really weird, and nothing makes much sense, but you’ve gotta keep your head on straight. Whether it’s our world or something else doesn’t really matter,” says Yoongi. “What matters is how we get back.”

Hoseok blinks at the window, perched by the sill, as his thoughts shroud his mind like a fine mist, just thick enough to warp his vision. “What if there’s no way back?”

Yoongi is stunned into silence for a good while, long enough to give Hoseok the answer he needs. If there’s no way back, then all of this is for nothing. All the fighting, all the clawing to survive, to find a way out…

It’s for nothing after all.

“Don’t go believing these ghosts, Hoseok. They just want to shake you up,” he says. Before he can go on, nine rasps on a 3:3 beat sound against the door. Yoongi is quick to attend to the other members of the group, sliding the door open. Perhaps he’s just eager not to be alone with Hoseok anymore.

Hoseok wouldn’t want to be alone with himself either…

Namjoon and Jimin slip inside and Yoongi greets each of them with a pat on the back, about the tenderest gesture the guy can muster. “You’re safe?” asks Yoongi.

Namjoon nods and offers a soft, almost sad smile. “Safe, but…stuck I’m afraid,” he says with a sigh. “We couldn’t find a way out.”

Jimin shrugs his shoulders. “Can’t find a way, then we’ll make a way.”

Hoseok stares at the small, dark-haired boy, his lips in a determined pout, the flushed kiss of life in his cheeks, and he can discern a tangible shift in his mood. Gone is the frightened, moping, sobbing boy who can’t so much as lift his head from his knees. In his place is a quietly resolute young man, a man who has steeled his nerves enough to at least pretend to be strong.

Hoseok can’t imagine Jimin ever betraying him.

But in a place that makes Hoseok question if he can even trust himself, how is he supposed to trust these people?

“How’d you get back to the classroom?” asks Hoseok softly, his voice weak and frail in the dusty air.

Jimin turns to him and approaches quietly, perching beside him beside the windowsill. He joins Hoseok in gazing out. “If you go up to the second floor and around to the east staircase, you can work your way around the hole.”

“It wasn’t dangerous?”

Jimin slides his eyes toward him and, with a knowing look in his expression, shakes his head. “Feels awfully quiet actually.” He sets his jaw starkly against his neck. Hoseok knows what he’s implying, and he can feel it too.

Something is coming.

The same rasping knocking pattern echoes through the room and this time it’s Namjoon who greets the other boys. Jungkook walks in first, eyes wide as if he’s got something important on his mind, followed by Taehyung who jitters with frenetic energy, and Jin who simply slides in and sits down in one of the crooked desks. He stares at the uneven floor with furrowed brows. Hoseok hates himself for feeling wary about their entrance. What has them all thinking so hard?

“We found a knife,” blurts Jungkook before sitting down on the ground, legs criss-crossed.

Hoseok’s eyes widen. A knife. A weapon. Something he can use to-

“I don’t really think we’ll be able to use it much though. Doesn’t seem like knives will work against ghosts,” says Taehyung with a sigh.

Yoongi settles on the ground beside Jungkook and, although he doesn’t offer even a smile by way of comforting gesture, Jungkook seems to settle a little. “Well,” begins Yoongi quietly. “It might work against something else…,” he says. Slowly, he eyes Hoseok from the floor and all at once everyone’s gazes are upon him.

His heart races for a moment before he clears his throat and shakes his head. He glances at the knife in Jungkook’s hand, dull but deadly. He questions his choice.

“What are you talking about?” asks Namjoon, although he is still staring right at Hoseok.

Jimin nudges Hoseok’s knee with his own and raises his brows, expectant. “You okay?” he asks.

Hoseok blinks a few times and coughs a little, something bitter rising in his throat. “There’s…something in here with us.”

Seokjin scoffs. “No shit. This place is full of spirits,” he says.

Hoseok turns to his friend gravely and shakes his head. “Something different.”

Seokjin cocks a brow. “Different how?”

“A man…or something that looks like a man…,” he says, then rakes his fingers through his hair. The old fear that he’d sated after Yoongi had come to the rescue is returning threefold, his chest constricting at the memory. “He’s got an axe.”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Excuse me?” he asks.

Hoseok nods. “He tried to kill me,” he says, his voice wavering.

Jimin places a hand on Hoseok’s knee and squeezes, setting his warm eyes upon him. “I’m so glad you’re safe,” he breathes.

Hoseok offers a wan smile before returning his gaze to the rotting floorboards. “I don’t know exactly what or who he is, but…he’s angry.”

“How did you escape?” asks Seokjin, but his expression lacks its usual lightheartedness.

Hoseok exhales, steadying his breath, and runs his hands along his thighs. “Yoongi came just in time,” he says. “I guess whatever that thing was, it didn’t want to deal with two of us at once.”

“It just…left?” asks Taehyung, shaking his head.

Yoongi nods. “I watched it leave the nurse’s office. It seemed like it didn’t want anything to do with me,” he says.

“So it singles people out,” says Namjoon with an open-mouthed nod. “Maybe it preys on the vulnerable?”

Hoseok’s eyes widen and he glances at his friend. “You think so?”

Namjoon tosses his head to the side, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. “I can’t say for sure, but…it’s definitely possible. You were injured and alone and probably shitting yourself.”

The group chuckles a little at his joke and Hoseok himself offers his first genuine smile. Of course, his friends are reliable. He has nothing to fear from them, of course. Of course.

“I was,” says Hoseok, glancing around the group.

Nobody seems to begrudge him leaving. Nobody seems to hate him for it. Jimin is glad he’s safe. Namjoon is trying to find a solution. Yoongi came back for him. Jungkook was quick to reveal his weapon. Seokjin and Taehyung listen to him attentively without even a hint of malice. He settles a little, although that paranoia, like an all day itch that can’t be scratched, continues to beguile his sensitive mind.

“So new rule: nobody can be by themselves,” says Namjoon with a nod. “If we’re alone, we’re at risk of being attacked.”

Jungkook nods. “I agree,” he says, but his voice shakes. He seems fearful of even his own shadow.

The rest of the group express their assent through various nods and grunts of agreement. Hoseok joins them with a nod, eyes still on the floor. “Well…while we’re sharing, I found something weird along the walls,” says Taehyung, crossing his arms.

Hoseok glances at him and finds the boy with a troubled furrow in his thick brows. “Yeah?” asks Yoongi, listening closely.

Taehyung shrugs. “It could be nothing, but…on all the bulletin boards there’re newspaper clippings from 1976,” he says, raising his eyes to rest them on Namjoon.

Namjoon hums. “Weird,” he remarks. “I think it’s safe to say this place isn’t Haneul High. It’s…something else. So maybe it has to do with where we are?”

“Or what happened here…,” says Jimin quietly, barely whispering.

Hoseok glances at him with wide eyes. “What do you mean?” he asks.

Jimin lifts his gaze and there’s something serious in his expression. “You remember I mentioned there was a tragedy at Haneul Academy of the Arts?”

Jungkook visibly shivers. “Why are you bringing that up again?”

Jimin sighs. “Can’t you see it? That this building and that building are the same?” he asks, sweeping his arms around broadly.

Hoseok’s spine stiffens. “You mean to say we’ve been…sucked into a building that got torn down in the seventies?” asks Yoongi, incredulous.

Jimin rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “It’s not like it’s the weirdest thing to happen to us lately,” he says, and Hoseok has to admit the kid has a point.

Yoongi shrugs, shutting his eyes and leaning back on his palms as if this is the last thing he wants to talk about. It probably is. “So…presuming this is true, what’s the point? Why the newspapers?” asks Taehyung.

Jimin glances around for a moment, pursing his lips. “Well…remember how nobody knows exactly what happened? Since nobody talks about it? What if the clippings are the building’s way of telling us what happened here?”

“So it’s a sentient building?” asks Yoongi, deadpan.

“Kind of!” exclaims Jimin with a frustrated huff. “Jesus, don’t you remember what the ghost Jungkook talked to said?”

“And that spirit in the hallway,” adds Hoseok in a small voice. “Everyone who died here talks about this place like it’s…like it’s alive,” he says, the last word escaping his lips reluctantly like a curse.

Yoongi sighs and quiets down. His dissent, though well-meaning, is setting the group off into squabbling that isn’t productive. Namjoon nods his head and pushes off from the wall, wringing his hands. He stares at a singular spot on the floor, hyper focused on it as he takes a step forward.

“That kinda makes sense,” he says, then shakes his head and smiles at Yoongi softly. “Of course, it really doesn’t. But given the circumstances…it kinda does.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Believe whatever you guys want,” he says.

Namjoon heaves a sigh and pulls at the waistband of his pants, pulling something from beside his abdomen. He holds in his hand an old red notebook, its binding adhesive crusting and yellow, its pages seemingly jammed inside without much notice or care. He taps it against his palm and glances around, brows knit with indecision.

“I…I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, but…Jimin and I found this notebook in the basement. The door was locked really tightly,” he says. “Took using the crowbar to pry it open, but eventually…”

Seokjin leans back in his chair with a groan. “You didn’t take that fucking notebook,” he says, eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m sorry, Jin. But we had to-,”

“You didn’t have to do anything!” he shouts, standing to his feet and sending the small desk he rested in skittering across the floor. It clatters back against another desk, falling onto its side. Namjoon takes a step back with wide eyes. “You don’t fuck with dead people’s stuff! You know what happened to Eunjin!”

The group grows silent. None of them want to step into those roiling waters, even in a hellish, cursed, crumbling building. Seokjin settles himself, rubbing his chest and shaking his head.

“Jin, I know,” says Namjoon softly, placing a hand on his shoulder gently. “But this could be the key to us getting out.”

“If the door was locked, that means someone or something didn’t want us poking around in there,” says Jimin, nodding his head toward the notebook. “Probably because of that.”

Seokjin’s brows are low and his jaw is set, arms crossed. “If this ends up having horrible consequences, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says, shoving Namjoon’s hand off his shoulder with unnecessary aggression. He leans back against one of the broken desks and rolls his eyes. “Well, the deed’s done. Let’s hear what’s inside.”

Namjoon blinks for a moment before clearing his throat and nodding. “Ah, uh…well, we haven’t opened it yet.”

Seokjin scoffs. “Perfect. Awesome, yeah. I’m super glad you didn’t open it in the basement and brought it all the way here instead. Let’s get in a circle and listen to this story together, kids!” he says, shaking his head. “Christ,” he says under his breath.

Namjoon, clearly uncomfortable, blinks and opens his mouth a few times. “Um…I’ll just open it right now,” he says.

The group condenses in the center of the room, huddled over the notebook so they can read it together. Hoseok hopes that seven pairs of eyes poring over the same text might yield something useful at least.

Tuesday, September 7

Mr. H - - started calling me Minnie lately. It’s pretty, but I think I’m more happy that he l - - -s me enough to give me a nickn- - -. I hope that the rest of my cla- - starts to like me too. R - - - - now I don’t have many friends. I try to introduce myself, but it’s hard.

How should I introduce my - -lf?

Hello, my name is - - - - - - - - -.

Hi! I’m Kim M - - - - -!

Nice to me- - y-o I’m - - m - - -seo!

Call me Minnie…

I’ll have to try harder.

The boys sit silently for a long while, staring at the stained, dirty page. As hard as Hoseok tries to read the words, many of them are ruined with bleeding ink or stained with…something else. Some of the letters seem scratched out, and rather vigorously at that. Hoseok shivers and leans away slightly. What he can make out, Hoseok can’t understand. Mr. H and the nickname? An unpopular new student?

Why was this diary hidden and locked away?

“Let’s turn the page,” says Taehyung quietly. None of them seem quite comfortable.

Friday, October 15

The roles for Matilda were posted today. I really expected things to turn out different. I’ve been studying the roles and my lines for a few weeks now. But I didn’t do so good…

I DID GREAT!!

You’re looking at Haneul Academy of the Arts’ new leading actress! Ki - - - - - - -!! Wow, even writing it feels nice. Mr. H - - was really happy when he posted the cast list. I was happy too. Mr. H - - said that I’ll be a perfect Matilda, since she’s smart.

It’s strange. I’m 10, but Matilda is supposed to be 5 years old. The same age as my little brother. Only he’s rotten, and she’s a hero. Maybe my brother will come to the play and get inspired to stop being such a snot.

I love him anyway.

(But the next time he touches my script without asking, I’m really gonna sock him in that big nose of his.)

This page is significantly more readable. Fewer…stains. “She was an actress,” says Namjoon solemnly. There’s a quietude in the air that feels contemplative, melancholy.

In that quiet is the silent implication that this girl has met with a terrible fate.

Hoseok feels chilly and rubs his hands together. The friction does little to ease the cold, and by the fidgeting of his friends it’s clear they feel it too. “Should we…continue?” Hoseok offers.

They nod.

Monday, October 25

Things are str - - - -. Rehears - - - are going well. I know my lines. The other kids aren’t being me - - to me. In fact, I think I might be making a few fr - - nds. My grades are high and my parents aren’t fi - - - ing. Even my little brother is behaving.

But something is wei - - abo - - Mr. - - -. He keeps tel - - - - me to s - - him in his of - - - -. He’s one of the only t - - - - - - - who has hi - o - - - - - - - -! And inst - - - of the play, he t - - - - abou - - - - - - - - - - -. It’s like we’re becoming friends.

Does he want to be my fr - - - -?

There is a tangible chill in the air now, and all of the boys are affected by it. Jimin hugs his torso, knees pressed against his chest. Namjoon’s fingers are going pale as he touches the warped pages of the notebook. Seokjin, though sitting at the very edge of the group, is rubbing his arms and peering over Taehyung’s shoulder who is also shivering slightly. Jungkook and Yoongi huddle close together and Hoseok sits beside the two with wide eyes set on the page.

This one is particularly doctored. Not only are words scratched out with a frantic stroke, there are far more red splotches than on other pages. This Mr. H character seems sinister, and the more Hoseok stares at the page the colder he feels. He wants to throw the book across the room and forget it. He wants to shut his eyes and sleep, hoping to awaken back in his bright bedroom with the curtains swaying in the autumn breeze, the window left open overnight, letting in a slight chill. He wishes he could be cozy in his sheets, alone, the sunlight turning the backs of his eyelids red and translucent.

But instead he’s here, staring at this horrible diary with watery eyes and a pounding heart. None of them say anything.

Namjoon turns the page.

Saturday, December 11

It’s been months now. Something is w - - - -.

Next weekend is opening ni - - -. I’m excited to play the part! But I have a really b - - feel - - -. Like somethin - - - gonna hap - - - -. All of my teachers are happy to see the show. I am too. But I still - - - - - - - - - - -. Maybe it’s nerves. Maybe I’ll talk to - - - - - about it.

I hope my brother comes to the show. He said he wouldn’t go even if Mom and Dad dragged him. I know he’s a brat, but I’d feel better if he was there…

Wish me luck…

From there on, the pages are illegible. Not only are they stained beyond comprehension, the writing becomes horribly warped and frantic. There’s something about it that feels eerie and fills Hoseok with dread. Something must have happened to this young girl. Hoseok suspects that if they were to go through the remaining pages categorically, they could decipher at least something. But it seems that none of them want to do it.

Hoseok lurches to his feet and takes a few steps back, but even the space behind him is icy cold. He shivers and shakes his head. “This is fucked up,” he says, brows furrowed.

Jimin stares at him from the floor, eyes watery. He quickly rights himself, clearing his throat, and shakes his head. “It still doesn’t make any sense,” he says.

Taehyung leans away from the book and gnaws on his lower lip. “I…,” he begins, then glances up and meets Seokjin’s gaze. He sighs. “I think we need to collect the newspaper clippings.”

Seokjin stiffens and narrows his eyes at Taehyung. “Are you kidding?” he asks carefully.

Taehyung nods. “So we can have a full picture. If we wanna get out of here, we’ve gotta understand what here is and how it all connects,” he says. “All the exits are a bust anyway, so what else are we supposed to do?”

Seokjin’s nostrils flare for a moment before he composes himself. “Don’t you feel the energy in this room right now? Coming from that book?” he asks, pointing a ghostly pale finger at the diary.

Taehyung sighs. “Yes, I feel it. But we don’t have any other leads.”

“I’m not going,” says Jungkook, obstinately shaking his head.

“Count me out too,” says Yoongi, glancing at Jungkook. In his own weird way, perhaps he’s looking out for him.

Jimin, having finally recomposed himself, wipes beneath his eyes and shakes his head. “I…I think I need a break too,” he says.

“Me too,” Hoseok offers, voice meek and quiet.

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Seokjin exchange a loaded glance. “Then I guess that leaves us,” Namjoon says with a careful look at Seokjin.

He groans and runs his hands through his hair. “Jesus H. Christ,” he mumbles, standing to his feet and dusting off his pants. “Fine. I guess I should go anyway to keep you guys from doing something to disrespect the dead.”

Taehyung offers a smile, almost like a peace offering, but Seokjin doesn’t return it. Simply crosses his arms and taps his foot, clearly impatient.

“Hold onto the diary. Maybe…look for details or something,” Namjoon says quietly, examine the scene. “We’ll take the crowbar and you guys can keep the knife,” he says with a nod towards Jungkook.

Jungkook stiffens and looks down at the knife in his hand with another shiver. “Will do,” says Yoongi, clearly the most mentally stable of the bunch staying behind.

Seokjin and Taehyung depart for the dark hallway, but Namjoon lingers in the doorway, gazing at the boys left. There’s something severe in his eyes. Separating had been dangerous enough before, but now with that axe man wandering around…

It feels like they might never see each other again.

Hoseok shakes his head. That stupid, paranoid voice in his head keeps whispering in his ears and he struggles to quiet it. “Take care of yourselves, okay?” says Namjoon quietly, one hand on the doorframe.

Jimin stares up at him for a long moment before nodding. “You too,” he says. “Please.”

Namjoon smiles. “Will do, Dooly,” he says, then smiles at Yoongi. “Look after everyone, alright?”

Yoongi nods, expression dark and somber. “I will.”

And with that, Namjoon gives a final dimpled smile and takes his leave, turning on his heel into the hallway. He slides the door shut behind him, and the room descends into heavy silence in his wake.

Namjoon releases a shaky sigh and pats his chest a little. Why did it feel like he was saying goodbye to his friends forever? The severity of the situation hasn’t been lost on him, but now things seem much more grim than before. No exits, no escape, nowhere to hide.

Namjoon shakes his head and points his flashlight down the dark hall. The trio begins walking, past the corpse with the backpack and the blood on the walls. They traverse the hallway in silence, Taehyung standing close to Namjoon and Seokjin, unhappy with the both of them, takes up the back with crossed arms and a pout. Of course he wouldn’t be pleased. With all the speeches he’s given on why not to ever, under any circumstances, provoke the dead and absolutely never touch their personal effects, there’s no way he wouldn’t be upset with the boys.

A scream rips through the hallway, like a lonesome wail echoing and bouncing off the wafer-thin walls, ricocheting off the broken floorboards, piercing through the cracks in the plaster ceilings. Seokjin jumps and runs up to join Taehyung, taking up Namjoon’s left flank. The three huddle close together, hyperaware of every drip of standing water, every creak of old wood beams.

“W-Where are we going again?” asks Seokjin with a quiver, grabbing onto Namjoon’s elbow like a child.

Namjoon swallows his fear and keeps his gaze steadfastly frontward. “To the east stairs so we can get back to that bulletin board you guys saw be-” he says.

But as they round a corner Namjoon thinks he knows, expecting to see the staircase spread out before them, the group stumbles to an unwitting stop. Stunned, Namjoon’s sentence catches in his throat and he stares at the space before him with wide eyes. His object permanence, like his memory, is excellent. He is certain this is where that stairwell was when he and Jimin descended it just moments ago. He goes stiff as a board, staring now at a long stretch of near-black hallway, leading into someplace unknown.

“This…wasn’t here before,” says Taehyung quietly.

Seokjin shakes his head, clutching Namjoon’s arm even tighter. “Nope. This was not part of the plan. We’ve gotta go back. Wait it out in the room.”

“Wait what out?” asks Taehyung, turning to stare at Seokjin with furrowed brows. “Wait for that man with the axe to come swing at us too? Wait to die from dehydration?”

“No! Just…wait…,” says Seokjin, but his voice is faltering, flitting into silence.

“We should follow it,” says Taehyung with a certain nod. “It’s clearly leading somewhere. We need to know more about this building so we can fight back somehow.”

“Doesn’t it say something that the second we start poking around in that diary, the fucking building starts changing like the stairs in Harry Potter?” asks Seokjin, voice going shrill.

Namjoon clenches his jaw. It’s a fair point. “All the more reason to follow it,” says Taehyung. He’s resolute. “If we go back, we gain nothing. At least if we push on, we might find something that’ll help.”

“Or we’ll die,” levels Seokjin with a glare.

Namjoon stares down the hallway. There’s nothing special about it. Just a long corridor leading somewhere. It looks much like any of the other hallways in the building. Why would there be anything special down there?

But…

What if there is something important to be found? And besides, who’s to say that this is the only area of the school that’s changed. Maybe the whole blueprint is different, the floor plan has been flipped into something entirely new. The only way to know is to explore. The only way to figure this place out is to play its game.

But is it worth risking their lives?

Well…

Are their lives any safer in that classroom?

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20 Questions with Dr Ferox #8

My gosh, there’s just so much stuff you vetlings want to know, isn’t there? Well, knowledge is good, so here we go with yet another info dump as I try to answer a big slew of your questions in one hit.

Anonymous said: I sometimes get your patreon emails or an update on your blog while I'm studying/struggling in the wee-hours of the morning (vetmed). I'm in WA, so where-ever you are it's also late/early. What are you doing up in the witching hours?

First of all, I am an AdultTM and as such I am permitted to set by own Bed Time. There are many reasons why you might receive notifications from me so ‘early’.

I have a blog post on queue every morning between 5am and 6am my time (so probably 3am and 4am your time). It goes up automatically, so I can see initial responses before I go to work.

I think Patreon sends its emails at the same time each day, regardless of when I post. I certainly don’t type there early in the morning.

Sometimes I’m on nightshift and can get kinda bored at 3am sometimes.

Sometimes I just can’t sleep, especially with the changing day/night cycles.

Most of the blog runs on queue, honestly. At least three posts a day do.

@banesidhe said: Just happened to discover your blog. Thank you so much for posting like you do (even the snark. I'm a 911 dispatcher, I appreciate the snark ;) ), and sharing your experiences. No vet question, but if you could only ever re/read five books for the rest of your life, which five titles would make your cut?

Ah, I have found many similar people to myself among emergency personnel. There’s a particular combination of gallows humor and wishing people would get to the point that unites us.

For fiction books:

Feral, Kerry Greenwood

The Shepherd’s Crown, Terry Pratchett

Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett

Watership Down, Richard Adam

Good Omens, Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

Hmm, bit of a trend there.

But the work books I couldn’t live without are:

Plumb’s Veterinary Drug Handbook

The 5 minute veterinary consult, Dog and Cat Edition

Ettinger’s Textbook of Internal Medicine, Expert Consult

BSAVA Rabbit Medicine & Surgery Handbook

Small Animal Surgery, Fossum.

Anonymous asked: what was the most exotic/rare patient youve ever had?

This fat meerkat.

Anonymous said: My dog is a shelter dog and we suspect she was abused before we got her (afraid of E V E R Y T H I N G) and weve been slowly working on getting her to at least ignore people we walk past or that enter the house and thats been making progress. But she hates the vet. Hates it. Gets in my lap and refuses to leave. New dogs people and smells. So her normal vet takes the approach of having one of us hold/console her while they do all the poking and listening and whatnot and muzzling her if they need to and just getting it done as quickly as possible. But this last time she saw a new vet and this vet took the approach of hand-feeding her almost an entire bag of treats and called it "stress-eating" and tbh you should have seen the look on my dogs face. She was so weirded out. Shes highly food motivated so it was like heaven to her but she was simultaneously very suspicious. Her face was like"i love this but idk if i trust it" it was great.Have a greatday!

If you an reinforce the behaviour by arranging frequent, short visits to the vet clinic where nothing happens but lots of treats, she may start to associate the vet clinic with positive things (food) ad no scary things. This might make the rest ofher life easier.

Anonymous said: I own fancy rats and just want to put out there to people, that while they are THE MOST amazing tiny friends, in my experience most vets are completely lost when it comes to their care & several I've seen refused to even touch my exceptionally friendly females. They often get respiratory infections requiring antibiotics. One of my friend's females passed away bc nobody would perform a simple surgery on her. So please be cautious when buying them.

I would like to suggest that any surgery on a rat is likely to be not simple, because they do have particular anesthetic requirements that can make their recovery difficult. Also that a lot of traditional rat medicine hinges on using post mortem examination as a diagnostic tool, which is not useful at all with pet rats.

In dog and cat medicine most of our equipment and even medications are not suitable for rats, or very difficult to adapt. We simply have fewer options, and generally less experience with these species Most vets I know will attempt to treat them, but with a great big disclaimer saying I don’t do this often, and a quick question as to whether you’d prefer to go to a nearby clinic that does see rats more often.

Anonymous said: Hello, I recently took in 3 abandoned kittens and they're covered in fleas. They appear to be 6 weeks old and can't use meds or wash for them. I clean them with vinegar and dish soap and I was wondering if you knew of any other ways to help them since they hate getting wet. I also use a comb but they dislike that as well.

You can use capstar on kittens from 4 weeks of age, and Revolution from 6, probably earlier. Talk to your vet.

Anonymous asked: Strange question but do you know if that rage syndrome thing can happen in cats also? I know a cat who does that and also acts strangely in general at the same time?

It is not documented in cats, however Feline Hyperesthesia Syndrome may present in a similar way.

Anonymous said: Hey doc! I plan on getting my cat fixed soon and I'm worried about how it'll affect her. She's really skittish and prefers to stay in one room, could getting her fixed make it worse?? I guess like what are the possible behavioral effects is what I'm askin? For the qt: ive been here a while i just dont like or reblog stuff but i came for the vet knowledge and stayed for it too, especially the mythical creatures and dog breed info

She is probably not going to have any long term personality changes from being desexed, though might be out of sorts for a few days after the anaesthetic. If anything they tend to be less stressed because they’re not attracting Toms.

Another Anonymous said: My kitten was neutered yesterday and he's doing great, healing well, playing nonstop, remarkably agile despite the e-collar (navigating small spaces, jumping to high places), eating & drinking well. The vet didn't give us any aftercare instructions but I googled it -- and wish I'd done so before the surgery because I could've prepared better. A lot of it seemed obvious in hindsight but nothing I'd have thought of on my own. Do you have a flier or anything for your patients' humans?

We send our patients home with aftercare instructions. We have a default one that we print for routine surgery like desexing, and a customized one for non-routine procedures.

We also read it out to our clients when they pick up their pet, and point out that all these instructions are written down, because it’s easy to forget details when you’re worried.

Anonymous asked: I have a question! I saw your desexing cats post and thought I might send it to you. I neutered my male cat but he still sprays and tries to roam the neighborhood. I try to keep him inside best I can. Is there a reason this happens?

It may be stress, but you should consult your vet to rule out any underlying urinary tract issue before assuming so. Your vet should be able to discus the various stress reducing techniques, changes and treatments that are available.

Anonymous asked: Whenever my roommate wakes up before me, she makes bacon for breakfast while the coffee is brewing. If she hasn't slept well, her coherence is sometimes a bit... lacking. If our cat happens to demand food, about half the time she ends up giving him a slice of bacon instead of cat food. We only recently figured out that she's been doing this. He's not getting fat, and gets actual cat food later, so is this OK, or do we need to try to figure out how to keep this from happening?

While bacon is certainly digestible, it is not a balanced diet. It would be ideal if you could minimize his bacon habit.

@nowgovanish said: Hello! I have a question about my 13 and 4 year old cats. They seem to have some pretty bad skin reactions to certain foods, and I've tried a lot of different food brands that my vet reccommended. The one that seems to work best is a grain free/ non chicken variant, but I see that you aren't a huge fan of grain free. Is there anything I should change or try sticking with what works?

I have said many times before that if it’s working, keep feeding it.

Novel protein diets, and ideally single proteins source diets, are more use for allergies than just going ‘grain free’.

‘Grain Free’ labelling on food particularly vexes me because it’s not regulated. You can find ‘grain free’ food that really mean ‘corn free’ and either use grain byproducts or straight up use rice. Last time I checked, rice was a grain.

It’s like ‘Hollistic’ - it means nothing on a pet food label. Neither does ‘Organic’, pet food companies do not have to use all organic products in pet food to label the food as organic. These are marketing ploys like ‘all natural’ which are targeting your emotions and don’t mean anything when it comes to the food.

If you’ve come across a novel protein diet, or a minimum ingredient diet, that is beneficial for your cats then stick with it. But recognise what’s marketing and what’s useful.

Anonymous said: I love my dog but he is a complete and total moron. He has strangled himself so often that his bark is now raspy. He even found a way to do it with a harness! We've resorted to jogging when walking him to try and keep up but is there some way to make it better? We've tried letting him learn on his own, pausing when he pulls, and getting a longer leash. If he was much smarter I'd accuse him of being into asphyxiation.

I would suggest that you potentially need to figure out what motivates your dog most. Consider using positive reinforcement to encourage him to heel on the lead, instead of wandering and pulling.

You might also want to consider something like a halti collar, which pulls the dog’s nose downwards to their chest when they pull, instead of something that goes around the neck.

Anonymous: Would you consider it a good generalization that dogs more closely resembling/related to wolves (like huskies) have less health problems? I am aware that no dogs are completely lacking in health problems. Tax: came for good hard factual analysis.

No. And here’s the thing- all modern dog breeds are equally distant from their wolf-like ancestor, unless they have been recently mixed with wolves again.

Their health problems are different to those dogs with more extreme anatomy, but dogs that look like wolves are not inherently healthier.

@justslowdown said: a book i have discusses the man who created the GSD breed (aka isolated traits from a diverse population) pairing dogs with their daughters, granddaughters, great-granddaughters and onwards til more than 1/2 of the pups had to be culled. due you think this could be partially responsible for the health issues remaining more than a century later? "Very drastic inbreeding was espoused during the formation of the breed [...] to quickly form specific type" - The German Shepherd Dog by Ernest H Hart

Certainly.

This is called line breeding, where the offspring of a ‘perfect’ individual are repeatedly bred back to the same individual generation upon generation to try to recreate it. All you really do is lose genetic diversity very quickly and allow recessive deleterious genes to proliferate in the population.

This is why just about everywhere else that’s not the purebred pet world, this is considered a bad thing to do.

@eyestumblin said: Do you think horses would look significantly different if their wonky anatomy were more logical?

They would no longer be a horse.

@cirque-du-spoon said: I saw you mention sheep on the horse thread and I spent a fair bit of time on a sheep farm in Wales. The head shepherd once told me "sheep are born, they spend the rest of their life trying to die". Then he opened his landrover door, and the passenger footwell was maybe 6 lambs snuggled up to one of his old motherly collies.

The common phrase down here was “The aim in life of a Merino ewe is to die and take fifty of her friends with her.” It’s not really much of an exaggeration.

Anonymous said: I'm intrigued to hear the faults of sheep, lay it on me!

Oh I will. It’s on my list for a big write up.

@queenalia said: Hi! I love the post about why horses make no sense, and I was wondering if you would do a similar one for sheep (one of the most suicidal animals on earth in my opinion)?

It will definitely be done sometime in the next few weeks. As you understand, it’s not quick answer.

@vulturegeorge said: Hey Dr.F, after reeding your "horses-are-spindily-legged-disasters" post and your comment about how sheep are worse, I was wondering if you wished to elaborate? I am currently working on a heard of 50 random sheep my uni bought with a ton of lung issues ... so it'd be super interesting to me. Question tax: came for the Lucifer story, stayed for all of your amazing advice & opinions. I hope you are finding balance between vetting and living. cheers!

I promise I will elaborate. I can’t leave a cliff hanger like that and not explain... eventually.

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