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claudemblems · 1 year

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I'd like to request a platonic and romantic matchup if possible! My name is Jillian and I'm an INTP and a Cancer. I can be very opinionated/sassy but I am definitely introverted and need time to recharge my social battery. I love national parks and being outside learning about nature. I also love my cat, cooking, traveling, the ocean and marine life, and incense. I'm an ICU nurse and I am very passionate about holistic health and learning about different ways to take care of our bodies. Unfortunately I suffer from chronic migraines and headaches that have a tendency to affect my daily life so sometimes its hard to do things but I try my best. Before nursing I did theatre and I'd love to get back into the art scene once I get control of my night shift life and my migraines. I would love to have a job where I could be closer or more involved with a national park or nature and helping other people. Thank you so so much!!! :)

(As for characters I don't like, I am not really fond of Kaeya or Childe so I would prefer not to be matched with them if possible.)

Your romantic matchup is Tighnari!

You and Tighnari are Gandharva Ville's most beloved couple. You're highly respected by both the other forest rangers and the villagers for your hardwork making the forest a better place to live. Tighnari himself is absolutely enamored with you. He never thought he'd find a partner, much less someone that meshed so well with his own sassy and opinionated personality. Falling in love with you was definitely unexpected, but he is so glad to have someone so reliable by his side.

Most of your time together is spent out on patrols. Though you're not a forest ranger yourself, you insisted on helping your lover whenever possible (yet another thing he adores about you). He welcomes your assistance, and he'll even go out of his way to act as your "tour guide". There's so much beauty to be found in Sumeru, and he wants you to experience the sights for yourself. When you're unable to join him on his rounds, he always, without fail, brings back a flower or two to let you know that he was thinking of you <3

Since you're so well-versed in health and medicine, Tighnari often comes to you when he needs further help treating a patient. He greatly appreciates any knowledge you can impart on him, and he's grateful to have your assistance in keeping the other villagers well. Tighnari makes sure to look after you, too, and always carries natural medicine on him in case you're hit with a terrible headache.

You're the sweetest person Tighnari knows, and he is immensely proud of everything you do. Words aren't enough to express just how much you mean to him. He opts to spend all of his free time with you, reminding you that you're important to him and that he's so happy that he gets spend his life at your side. Fennec foxes mate for life, after all. His life is yours. He looks forward to a wonderful future with you.

Your platonic matchup is Yun Jin!

Yun Jin finds your honesty refreshing and is always asking for your opinion on her latest songs. She sincerely takes to heart any advice you give her, and she even finds that when you've given her your critiques, the quality of her performances increases substantially. She never takes credit when the audience compliments her afterwards. It's all thanks to you that she's able to improve so much more. As thanks, she treats you to tea and a meal. Don't worry about the price--everything is on her.

The two of you often go on walks throughout Liyue. Yun Jin finds that the serene atmosphere helps to clear her head, and she hopes that perhaps the peace of nature will help soothe your frequent headaches. There's no pressure to talk if you're not feeling up to it. She just enjoys being in your presence; it's a comfort to her. You're a cherished friend, so any time spent with you, whether in silence or conversation, is most welcomed.

Because of your chronic migraines, Yun Jin invites you over so she can make you some calming tea. She's not sure how much it will alleviate the symptoms, but she finds that drinking tea is one of the best ways to repair your body--in her case, her vocal chords. It's no problem for her to prepare a cup for you, even if it means brewing two different pots. She'll even ask Zhongli if he has any recommendations that might make your headaches more manageable. After all the support you've sent her way, she wants to wholeheartedly return the favor.

Since you're interested in getting back into theatre, she offers to help you land a gig in the opera troupe or use her connections to find you a place to perform. Whether it's singing or acting, she knows the industry inside and out. If her knowledge can benefit you in any way possible, she's more than happy to share it with you. If you end up finding yourself back on the stage, rest assured that Yun Jin will be in the audience, cheering you on with a proud smile.

#I hope this is okay ashdjasdkjaslk #it's so cool that you're an ICU nurse!!!#smart and talented fr #❣️ - event

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pikachupapi · 1 year

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Hes sucha cutiee

#personal #…#i told him how I have icu exam next week #and he started telling me questions that attendants love asking #and this isnt the first time #this once I was making a gynae presentation and he started summarizing the topic for me 🤭#so cute so smart so hot #im not able to verbalize my thoughts more than so cute etc but like yfm its the adorableness to help even tho i didnt ask

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goswamihospitech · 7 months

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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I'm writing cute dadding/babysitting type stuff because Feelings, hence why this post is kinda a flow of thoughts mess akdnkfng

Mary and Doug end up having their own rugrat and the crew comes by to visit as a result (also to babysit and let Mary and Doug get some sleep because they were sure they could do it without hiring any help. guys, even modern parents would love to hire help/need family or friend help at a time like that.)

and everyone falls in love with Ed all over again because it turns out he's happy to just. hold the baby constantly, which is great once they realize the otherwise not eager to sleep regularly baby will sleep while held by Ed. occasionally while shirtless cuz babies really do calm with skin to skin contact when they're real teeny like that

the other big fave is Izzy, who ends up taking the rest of the night shifts singing until the baby sleeps a little (yes this is just so Con would get to sing on the show, u guys know me on this lmaoo)

issue with both of these is eventually they both need like. food, bathroom breaks, their arms go numb

enter stede and everyone else doing their best:

John is also pretty dang good with the baby. sits with them by the fireplace and waxes poetic abt fire until baby is doing that wide eyed focusless baby look into the flames. mary wonders how early you can tell if ur kid might be into arson. John says his mum noticed abt age three for him

Olu holds baby, and Jim is the one to dangle shiny things or toys to distract baby from the fact that Ed really had to eat something, it's okay, he'll come back!! they settle into leaning into each other and bouncing on their feet to soothe baby. cut to lucius catching a glimpse and falling a little bit more in love with both of them because its so fkn cute

the swede sometimes joins izzy in singing softly at night together, taking turns holding baby. they'd not connected until then really, but later they can be heard discussing if the rest of the crew would mind a night of shanties together? it would be fun! the swede also tries to entertain the other kids by showing them how scurvy took some of his teeth, and louis and alma are both horrifically entertained and just happy to have some attention on them alone

Frenchie is another who fills in with alma and louis, giving them music lessons that are less lesson and more jam sessions, where they can explore all the different instruments in the big ass fancy house. alma treats him like a pirate rock star, and he finds it v sweet but otherwise is like stede pls help her know it is not nearly as glamorous as i make it seem. he also teaches them his pyramid scheme ideas because why not? they gotta learn to make money eventually, or they should at least

Buttons helps give folks a break at night, showing baby the moon through the windows, talking softly abt it and Karl and Olivia until the loud wails lull into sniffles and then happy lil baby sighs for as long as he's talking

Roach takes on bottle duty, trotting to retrieve expressed milk Mary left for them and ready bottles. He lets Alma and Louis cook with him in the fancy kitchen, making a mess and tbh teaching them good life skills they otherwise might not learn so well as rich kids that normally have ppl making things for them. They think he's amazing, and love equally his cooking at sea and doctoring at sea stories (for the latter, the grosser the better)

Louis thinks Fang is one of the coolest ppl. He teaches Louis magic tricks and lets him vent abt being upset he isn't the baby of the house anymore. After a particularly long walk on the beach to find shells like a Real Pirate, he awards Louis one of his old spiked bracelets that he modifies to fit such a small wrist. Louis, in turn, refuses to take it off except for baths and sleeping, because it came from his best pirate friend ever!!!

Ivan is another who entertains them with stories. at night, when they're kept awake by baby, he tells them abt stuff he's seen/done over the years (carefully edited to not be too Much for two kids lmao). Stede walks in to find all three asleep, both kids snuggled up in one bed by Ivan, and he has Lucius sketch it before they wake because it's just adorable

Lucius and Pete turn parts of Stede's journal into a storybook, occasionally embellishing the stories themselves (Pete can't help himself, yeah Ed is Ed but he's still the v cool Blackbeard who can also be the fun dork they joke around with. He contains multitudes!) Lucius lets Alma confide abt the stuff she might not mention much to anyone else (how she feels abt being tutored with the other widows group kids, how she sometimes does miss Stede and she doesn't know how to feel abt it, she's getting older and she kind of feels?? things??! abt one of the girls in her class it's so embarrassing Lucius she can't even manage to talk to her without blushing!!! Lucius is just like oh you are ur dad's kid, aren't you? at that one.)

stede takes turns with all three kids as needed. alma and louis have warmed up to him more than they ever did when he was there all the time, and they still love to play pirates with their dorky dad. the new baby doesn't always love him being the one to hold them, but they do love that he will sit and rock them for hours while they sleep, in the same rocking chair he used for alma and louis. he knows he's been a crap dad putting it p mildly, but he wants to try and be better for his two, and to be a good sort of uncle to the new bab.

And Mary and Doug? Well, they're enjoying being nearby on the ship, borrowing it as a vacation home of sorts. They come back daily tho to check on the kiddos and give them love and attention before going back to being able to do the stuff kids make more difficult (sleeping, using the bathroom without a little hand trying to force the door open, eating without constant interruption, not stepping on toys while walking across a room. The essentials, ya know?)

By the end Mary admits that she wouldn't mind if they came to visit more often, if they want. Doug mentions a few dates and suddenly they've got a planned schedule for when they'll come back and hang out again.

Nobody intended to get all weepy on the day they leave, but they all do. Louis has to hug everyone, but he barely wants to let go of Fang. Alma promises to make a snack with him that Roach taught them, and he agrees to let a weeping Fang go. She's got her own fears, wishing she could have tried talking to the girl in her tutoring group before Lucius would be gone. He tells her to write him with how it goes, and that it'll go fine. Ed makes one last silly face at baby before handing them to Doug.

They sail off, everyone very quiet, going to mark personal calendars with the next day to visit. They'll feel better as they start planning what cool souvenirs to bring back to them, but for the night, everyone's feeling a bit bittersweet. They all sleep out on the deck together after story time, an unspoken need to be close agreed upon by all.

#text post #ofmd #this was gonna be a short little goofy thing but Emotions got in there #what can i say one of my younger cousins is starting to work as a nurse in the icu now and like y'all #i helped look after her when she was like a month old i remember watching her learn to roll over the first time 😭#and now she's this lovely smart kind adult who just wants to help ppl feel better!!!!#im proud of that lil bab and it made me kinda miss those days when she was just a teeny thing #and here we are as a result of that lmaooo

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brains4brawn · 1 year

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Journalled

It was a small thing, tucked away in the corner of the thrift shop. Victor had pulled it out, but the book was locked and bound in gold and wouldn't open. His mind piqued, Victor bought the book and took it home. Over the next week He tried everything to undo the clasp but nothing worked. When he had just lost hope a tiny but audible Click could be heard, Victor rushed back to find the clasp undone and the bindings slightly ajar.

Victor carefully opened the ancient tome only to find that the pages were stuck. it was like they had been glued! Only the last page remained free. Written towards the top if fancy handwriting

"Write it down so i can enact Be-warned Though, What is written I can not retract!"

Under neath that was 5 evenly spaced lines. and another message at the bottom,

"I only remain open for this 1 day Until 5 complete Earth circle's will I open again"

Looking at the the 3 blank lines, And thinking this must be a joke he wrote

I will graduate from college

My older brother will never pick on me again

Over the next 20 years I will gain 150lbs

As Victor finished the book slammed shut and relocked itself. Scared Victor threw the book into his closet and ran down stairs.

That night his family recieved word that Victor's older brother was in a bad car crash. He was alive but in the ICU and had lost his legs. Certainly the taller brother would never pick on the shorter Victor again.

The crash had been the fault of the manufacturer so the family received and huge settlement. This money paid for Victor's choice of college.

Two years later, when Victor was home from college for the summer and his mother commented that he was finally starting to get bigger.

The 20 Year old checked the scale and sure enough he weighed 140, 15lbs heaver then when he was 18. Victor knew it had to be the book.

Victor: 22, 155lbs

The College graduate was now 23 and moving all of his stuff from his half of the bedroom to his first apartment when he stumbled across the book. Looking at the date on the wall Victor realized it was exactly 5 years since he had last seen the cursed object. As if it had a mind of its own the book opened to the last page, now with three new empty lines waiting to be filled.

Victor hesitated, he had imagined for the last 5 years what he'd do if he had this chance again. He could fix everything!

My older brother James develops a prosthesis so he can walk and run again.

My younger sisters will grow into smart talented women who will want for nothing.

Looking at his tiny 15 year old brother Bastion asleep on the bed Victor writes:

Bastion will grow up to be the popular jock just like his older brother.

Satisfied, the book shuts itself and prepares to grant Victor's wish.

Victor 24, 170lbs

For the most part the Wishes went like Victor planned. Well except for Bastion's. In the proceeding months after writing those words Victor found himself becoming more popular and Jock-like. Words like Bro or Bruh, dude, man, had taken over. He joined a gym and from there joined some local sports teams. When he wasn't busy at work or working out Victor could be found screwing every chick he could find. No girl was immune to his baby faced charms and his Gym sculpted body.

Victor 26 185lbs

Victor 28 200lbs

Victor practically lives in the Gym now. His gains speak for themselves his body is a temple and he loves for chicks to worship him. His younger sisters call him a man whore, while Bastion is turning out just like him.

His girlfriend of 6 months broke up with him cause she caught him in bed with her mother.

Looking in his closet he stumbles over the Book, open and waiting for him to write something down.

In his jealousy of those gay guys who can sleep with anyone he wrote:

I'm like 100% gay, no chicks only dicks.

I wont get any STD's from sex.

Sex with me will change anyone's life.

Again the book closes and gets to work.

Victor 30, 215lbs

Vic the dick had been out for 2 years now, the book took the man whore and turned him into a man slut. Everyone wanted a piece of him and at least Vic was smart enough to charge them for his services. Every option on the table is open he'd do any guy and make them feel like his number1. Every guy he slept with changed, most upped their stamina but some hunked out into gay sluts just like Vic.

Hell even Bastion had come out and if the rumors are true he's slept with every guy at his college.

Vic 32 230lbs

Vic was becoming something of a local celebrity in the gay community. His looks had caught the eye of a movie producer and now he was staring in low budget action movies as the gay savior. He had been so busy that he wasn't home for his 33rd birthday. Some how the book found him on location in the bottom of his travel bag.

Vic watched as it opened up to the last page with 3 empty spaces.

He took his time and pondered over what he should write.

I want to find true love

I want to be content

I want to be smart again

The book seemed to close with a sigh. None of these were worth the trouble of granting. But a deal is a deal.

Vic 34, 245lbs

Vic, 38, 275lbs

Finally after 20 years, Vic had stopped growing. Life had settled down for the Gay icon, nowadays, he owned a successful chain of LGBTQIA Gyms that catered towards the community needs. He organized Pride events and helped with protests when needed. He looked at the open book on his desk. It was tempting but Vic no longer wanted to change anything about his life. Even though he had never found a lifelong partner.

He decided he had held on to the magic for to long, so he summoned his newest intern Jack and gave the book to him then let him leave so he could explore this newest acquisition.

*bright flash of Light*

The intercom beeps and Vic pushes the button.

"Sir your husband just arrived to collect you. He wants to remind you that you still have to pick up the kids and get changed for tonights ceremony"

Before he could even answer the door burst open and Vic's husband of 7 years strolled in. Vic was already out of his chair and giving Jack a pec on the cheek while grabbing his toned ass.

On his way out Vic glanced at the family photo on his desk and gave a silent thanks to the book.

#age progression #reality change #male transformation #male muscle growth #tf #nerdtojock #personality change #straight to gay

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manicplank · 1 month

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Who could eat Noisette’s cooking and survive ?

Noisette's cooking...

Peppino: He'd live, but he'd be hospitalized for a day or two.

Gustavo: He'd live, but he'd get a horrible tummy ache.

Mr. Stick: He would die for sure.

Pepperman: He'd live, but he'd be in the ICU.

The Vigilante: He'd live but he'd be stuck in the bathroom for a while.

The Noise: He's built up a tolerance to it at this point. It used to make him sick a lot, but after eating it for so long as to not hurt her feelings, his body can handle it.

Noisette: Ironically, she doesn't eat her cooking unless it's something normal.

Fake Peppino: He loves her food. He'll eat anything, though.

Pizzahead: He would live... But not very well.

Pillar John: He'll eat anything. He would eat her cooking and survive.

Gerome: He's smart enough NOT to eat her cooking. However, if he did, he'd be fine.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #noisette #pizzahead #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pillar john #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo

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awyeahitssam · 2 months

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Stiles figures out the whole werewolf thing when he’s nine years old, and never mentions it.

Not when he’s eleven and his dad is stressing over mountain lion manslaughter, when he’s fifteen and his best friend ditches him for the Hale brood, or when he’s seventeen and Cora punctures his tires with claws after he beats her out for first place in a countywide Young Writers competition.

If the Hale’s want to kill supernaturals invading their territory, that’s their right. If Scott wants to pretend they weren’t once brothers to each other just because he’s no longer dangerously asthmatic or socially stunted, Stiles can accept that too. And if Cora wants to take out her petty frustrations on Claudia Stilinski’s jeep - well, fuck yes will he get his vengeance but he’s certainly not going to blackmail her just because she’s stupid enough to pop claws in broad daylight.

(Instead Stiles threatened to leak photos of Cora making out with her twin’s ex-girlfriend in the bathroom of the local diner - time stamped before they broke up. It was enough to make her personally change and finance his baby’s tires, plus teach the stunted bitch a lesson on messing with Stiles.

It may also help the girls' dismal attempts at subterfuge.

He doubted it, though.)

For all that people go on about Stiles not being able to keep his smart mouth shut, he’s very good at saying nothing of substance.

In the end Stiles moved away for college without anybody discovering he knew all about Beacon Hill's supernatural secret.

(He warded the Sheriff’s house to kingdom come. It was subtle enough that the local pack wouldn’t notice, but if anything looking to hurt his dad came bumping through the night they would sooner be burned to ash than touch a hair on the Sheriff’s oblivious human head.)

Stiles gets the call on Christmas Eve.

Parrish - the only Deputy he doesn’t have a file full of blackmail on - tells him his father is in the hospital and might not make it. He says he hasn’t been shot when asked, but stays vague when Stiles demands to know what happened even as he throws together a bag and sends an all-caps text to Jocelyn, a study partner who works at the airport and will be able to get him on the soonest available flight to San Francisco.

Stiles emotionally manipulates and cajoles and blackmails, and still gets nothing more than vague replies from Jordan. Clark, Whittings and Jones don’t answer their phones.

When Stiles gets to Beacon Hills heads are going to roll.

- Stiles pulls into Beacon Memorial at three in the morning Christmas day, parks in the first spot he sees (because fuck reserved parking) and hightails it towards the nurse’s station.

“Get me the status of the Sheriff,” he orders a vaguely familiar nurse, who doesn’t even bat a lash at his brisk tone. The hospital staff is almost as familiar as the police force; they helped raise him when his mother couldn’t, and even after, when he hung around after school with Scott.

Beacon Hills residents acknowledged that Stiles Stilinski didn’t mess around about his father's health.

(When Stiles was fourteen the Sheriff got shot in the gut. The condescending prick of a doctor who refused to give ‘a child’ information on his father was fired, ruined, and run out of town within the month.)

“He was found with a head wound but it’s stopped bleeding, and I know his vitals have stabilized,” she says, first off. “You’ll have to ask his doctor for more information, hon. Room 317.”

Stiles doesn’t relax, can’t until he sees his father is perfectly alright for himself, but he nods and tries for a smile. It strains across his face and drops within a few seconds, so he turns and makes for the ICU.

“And Stiles?” calls the nurse. “He has visitors.”

It turns out ‘visitors’ means that there are three Hale’s, an Argent, and an ex-best friend hanging outside the Sheriff’s room. Stiles feels well on his way to bashing in a couple of faces, especially when Scott looks up at him like he’s an injured puppy and says, empathetic, “Stiles.”

See, this is why it took some convincing to get Stiles to accept his full-ride to NYU. Stiles just fucking knew that his dad would get drawn into supernatural shit while he was gone, and he had been stupid enough to believe that the Deputy’s would actually do as ordered and keep him updated on more than just his father’s eating habits.

Oh, he would be having words with Robins.

Out of the assembled Hale’s - Talia, Laura, and Peter - two look long-suffering and one is arranging their face into something resembling sorry. Chris Argent is showing no emotion but the way he watches Stiles is careful, almost wary. And Scott just looks plain guilty, which isn’t a good sign for his continued health because Stiles has killed to keep his dad safe before and he would damn sure do it again.

(Maybe he’ll kill them all, if the Sheriff dies.)

Stiles drops the calm facade that he’s been clutching at for the past twelve goddamned hours, takes a step forward, and stares down the local Alpha.

“What are you doing here?” he demands. It’s inconspicuous enough, something an oblivious human would ask when apparent strangers were crowding the waiting area.

“Stiles, isn’t it?” Talia asks, standing to meet his height and reaching out for a handshake. He doesn’t spare the limb a glance, narrowed eyes demanding answers. “We were assisting your father on a case when he was injured. We’re here to make sure he’s alright.”

Stiles modulates his scent, his heartbeat, his rage. His eyes turn to Scott and a sneer pulls at his mouth. “You too, Scotty? Were you helping my father on a case?”

Scott McCall is a terrible liar and everybody knows it.

His throat bobs, his eyes dart to Talia, and then to Chris, and then back to Stiles, who is considering punching his lights out.

Peter Hale is Talia’s enforcer. Laura Hale is set to inherit the mantle of Alpha. Chris Argent is the local hunter. They all have a reason to be here, to be involved, but Scott - Scott is just a beta, which means Scott is probably what pulled the Sheriff into this mess. Why else would a low ranking, bitten wolf be here?

“I, uh. Yeah, I was. Y’know. Helping. There were animals involved, and I’m studying to be a vet, so, aha, he - he was going to ask Deaton, but he’s… out of town. So your dad ended up consulting me instead?”

Yes. Truly terrible.

“I see. So instead of using a qualified veterinary technician, my dad decided to ask a first year from BH’s community college, who likely hasn’t completed his introductory courses. That makes so much sense. Your logic is so very sound. Ten out of ten.”

Stiles skin itched. He was getting impatient.

He was getting angry.

Stiles turned his back on the small crowd, pushing into the Sheriff’s room without mind to the sputtering Scott. The doctor wasn’t there so he grabbed the chart from the end of the bed, scanning it quickly, adding it to what he already knew.

His dad had no physical wounds. He had been found unconscious in the parking lot of the police station. He wouldn’t wake up.

Something supernatural was going on here, and no amount of human medicine would help, period.

Stiles laid the chart back down and pulled out his cellphone, typing out a quick text, before giving his dad’s hand a lingering squeeze and exiting the room.

Everyone was watching him with sharp eyes, except Scott who was scowling at the ground. It seemed unimpressive and childish on his twenty year old face.

“Argent,” Stiles says, zoning in on Chris. He’s never liked Talia, never appreciated all she let her children get away with and the obviousness of her pack. Chris, however, he had extensively researched. He was a hunter coming into Stiles’ town, but unlike the werewolves he was discreet. Smart. “What are you hunting?”

Chris’ brow creases at his phrasing, but he didn’t acknowledge it as anything odd. “I don’t know much about who did this. He was found unconscious in the parking lot at the police station, and the doctors are still running tests to determine the cause of his condition.”

“Tests that won’t find anything,” Stiles says back, as calmly as he can when it feels like he’s about to shake out of his skin. “Most shifters would have left some kind of outward marking, and there’s no sense of magic around him so I doubt it was a Druid or Wiccan. I’m assuming you all know, so tell me. What. Was. It.”

“Stiles, you know—”

Talia interrupts Scott. Just as well, because Stiles feels like hitting something the longer they stall. “Just what do you know about all this, Stiles?”

“Your family has never been the most subtle, I figured out about the supernatural when I was nine. My dad, however, wasn’t wrapped up in any of this until I left for college — presumably, he only got involved in the past few months, since his deputy’s haven’t informed me that he suddenly started hanging around Argent, Deaton, or you Hale’s.”

Talia opened her mouth again, and Stiles held up a finger. “Stop. I don’t have time to deal with your insipid questions. Just tell me what we are dealing with. Now.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. Stiles slanted his eyes to the hunter.

“I’ve been hunting a rogue fae,” Argent said. “Several people in town have fallen comatose, including one of your father’s officers.”

“Fae. Of fucking course, it always has to be fae. What kind?”

Argent looked at him blankly.

“Come on. Was it seelie or unseelie? An elemental? Changeling? Elf?" Argent's forehead creased. "For chrissakes, did it even originate in this country, or do I have to brush up on my Welsh?”

A throat cleared behind him, and Stiles spun to face the enforcer. “Sweetheart, Christopher has no clue what you’re talking about. I doubt the Argent bestiary takes time to classify the fae beyond methods for killing them.”

“But you don’t even kill them all the same way! It’s—” Stiles groaned in frustration, running a hand over his face. “Forget it. Did anybody get a good look at it? Scott?”

Scott jolted, mouth snapping shut. “Uh, why do you think I—?”

“Because you’re here, so either you’ve seen it or you dragged my dad into this shitshow. Which one?” Scott shifted.

“Both,” Peter chimed in unhelpfully. Stiles considered wringing his neck, but he was the only one providing any actual information.

“Okay. Okay, we’ll deal with that later. Was it male or female?”

Scott didn’t say anything, glancing towards Talia again.

“Scott, answer my goddamn questions! This is my dad we’re talking about!”

Scott winced back at his decibel, jerking his eyes from Talia to the floor. He looked guilty, as well he should. “A-a girl.”

“Tall or short? What did her skin look like?”

“Uh, tall. Like, taller than you. She was grey, and her eyes—they were completely black.”

Stiles' magic spiked, sparking out of his fingers unhelpfully. Stiles clenched his hands shut and ignored it. “Were there any markings on her forehead?”

“Yeah, there were, like, purple swirls—”

Stiles cursed. Explicitly.

Talia looked scandalized.

“How long has it been since dad? When was he found?”

“Eleven hours ago. Parrish called you almost immediately.”

“At least one of the deputy’s are being a good boy,” Stiles murmured thoughtlessly, pacing now. “How long has she been waiting between victims?”

“There have been two a day for the last week.” Peter offered.

Stiles frowned, stilling. “That doesn’t make sense. She shouldn’t have such an appetite, unless…”

“Unless what?” Peter prodded.

“Unless she’s pregnant,” Stiles whispered. He sounded like he was about to faint, and looked little better. “Oh god, a pregnant Aatmanand. I’m surprised this town is still standing.”

He pulled out his phone, flipping through his contacts and trying to ignore the way his hand was trembling.

She picked up on the second ring.

“What is it, Stiles? I’m trying to study.”

“I need your help.”

The person on the other line’s breath hitched, before coming back, smooth as silk. “Are you calling in your favor, Spark?”

“Yes.”

“Can I come to you?”

Stiles glanced at the camera in the room and short circuited it with a spark of energy. Someone gasped.

“Yes.”

In a flash of light, Adelaide appeared. She was still in her human form except for her gleaming quicksilver eyes, blonde hair tumbling down her back in unruly waves, wearing a monochromatic polka dot pajama set. She took in her audience briefly before turning to Stiles, eyebrow cocking.

“What will you have me do?”

“I have an Aatmanad problem.”

Adelaide took a step towards him, nails sharpening to a point. Her smile was all pointed teeth. “You know I hate those uptight prigs. Just point me in the direction, little Spark.”

“You can’t kill her,” Stiles ground out, fingers clenching. Adelaide’s nostrils flared, eyes dilating with rage. Stiles held up a hand to stall her protests. “She’s pregnant.”

“Excuse me? I will not meddle with the Expecting, even for you!” Adelaide hissed.

“I’m not asking you to,” Stiles said impatiently. “I can track her down without you. I just need you to release the knots she weaved about one of the victim’s souls, and drain her leftover magic into a rune.”

Adelaide’s expression twisted again, this time in amusement. “You think much of my abilities. My kind has never been known for this capability.”

“Your kind has never been known for a lot of things,” Stiles returned. That earned him a laugh, quick and dark.

“Very good, Spark. If I do you this favor, my debt is repaid.”

“Agreed.”

“Wait a minute.” Stiles turned to Talia, eyes narrowed.

“We may not have a minute,” he said coolly. “They die at the twelve hour mark, don’t they? Otherwise Parrish wouldn’t have bothered to say his condition was life threatening. That’s how long it takes her to properly establish her hold and drain them.”

Talia frowned. “You may know something about the supernatural, but this is my land. You cannot summon creatures here without my permission.”

Stiles stared at her. Behind him, Adelaide laughed.

“What a stupid little wolf,” she smiled. “I can kill her for free, Spark. Alpha’s have the most exquisite aftertaste.”

Peter stood, taking his place behind Talia’s left shoulder. His face was cleared of the previous smirk, eyes hard and calculating.

“Go fulfill our deal. If I need to kill anybody, I’ll do it myself.”

“You’re no fun,” Adelaide sighed. “I need the rune first.”

Stiles gave her a look, but she just grinned back. Stiles rolled his eyes, grabbing the Sheriff’s badge from his pocket to obscure the transportation spell from curious eyes.

He held out his hand expectantly, and Adelaide grinned at him, snatching his wrist and gouging into his index finger with a claw. Somebody growled, low and threatening.

Stiles didn’t wince, just cleared his throat until she dropped his appendage with a pout.

He drew the anchor rune quickly, all too aware of the eyes in him, and gave her the badge.

“Remember what I told you when we met,” he warned, when she turned to the room. Adelaide stiffened, glancing over her shoulder at him, and nodded.

“I would not go against a Spark.”

Stiles turned back to the red eyed Talia. “I don’t fall under your laws,” he said, eyes half-lidded. “As your enforcer could tell you. And even if I did, that is my father. I would tear apart worlds to keep him safe.”

Talia frowned, glancing at her brother. “Peter?”

“He is a Spark, Talia. The Councils combined don’t have enough power to put a leash on his kind.”

“He can’t be,” Laura said, standing to meet her pack. “We would have noticed anything that powerful growing up here. He went to school with Cora, Mia and Scott.”

“‘He’ is right here,” Stiles said drolly. “And consequently doesn’t care what you think.”

#Protective Stiles #Stiles Stilinski #no Hale fire #magical Stiles #my writing #that is all

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Detours to You - 22

Good Monday.

Here I am with a new chapter. In this one we finally meet Rowan's mum.

MASTERLIST

Two days later Aelin was at Orynth airport with Maya on her hand.

“Mama, is my other nana really coming?”

Aelin crouched “Yes, nana Eiddwen is coming to stay with us for a while to keep company to dad too.”

Maya cheered and took out the drawing she had made with nana Wen written at the bottom showcasing her writing skills.

Aelin walked to the arrival section and both of them stopped in front of the big doors “Mama when is she coming?” Since she had told her that her nana was coming, Maya had been counting down the hours.

“Soon, see the big board? It says that her plane has landed and now your nana is collecting her bags.”

“Mama, are we going to see dad soon?”

Aelin nodded. She had spent the two previous days at his side. Lysandra and Elide had prohibited her to go to work and had forced her to stay at Rowan’s side. She had not complained and after picking up Eiddwen they were going to the hospital. He was being moved out of the ICU that morning and the doctor explained that they could expect him to be awake. That had lifted a bit of her worries. He still had a while to go before healing fully, but he was alive and okay. He was with them both.

Aelin kept an eye on the doors until she spotted the woman she was looking for. She took Maya’s hand and they walked closer.

“Nana Wen?” Maya called, hoping to attract the attention of the right woman, but Aelin was on the case and they were walking already towards her.

“Aelin,” the older woman threw her arms around Aelin and she remembered all of a sudden that the Whitethorns were huggers. Rowan was the exception. She loved his family.

“Eiddwen, welcome.”

“Nana! Nana! I am here.” Maya pulled her grandmother’s trousers and the woman kneeled “hello, Maya.”

“Hi, nana. I am Maya.” She handed her the drawing “For you.”

Eiddwen grabbed the paper “Did you write this?”

“Yes, I am six, I am a big girl.”

Eiddwen’s eyes welled up and hugged her granddaughter “You are such a smart kid.” She stood and turned to Aelin “You look wonderful, darling.”

Aelin smiled and noticed that the woman in front of her looked an older from the one she remembered. Likely the pain of loosing her husband had something to do with it. And her stomach knotted. She almost lost Rowan. She shook the thought from her head. No, not now.

“Let’s go back to the car.”

While Aelin grabbed the suitcase, Maya gripped her grandmother’s hand and Aelin knew that her daughter was already in love with the woman “nana, do you like winter?”

“I do,” replied the woman as they exited the airport “but in Wendlyn is much warmer than here in Terrasen.”

“Mama, where is Wenlyn?”

“I will show you when we get home,” added Eiddwen.

In the car Aelin set off for the hospital and Eiddwen sat at the back beside Maya who was bombarding her grandmother with questions, but the woman seemed more than happy to answer them all.

“Nana, you know mum has a bookstore?”

“I do and I am looking forward to visit it. I heard a lot about it.”

“I love it. Do you like hockey?”

Aelin almost burst into laughter. Maya was so excited that was jumping from a random question to the other.

They arrived at the hospital not long after and Aelin hated how easily she found her way to Rowan’s ward. In the last three days she had spent far too much time inside those walls. She walked to his room and paused, kneeling in front of her daughter “wait it here with nana for a minute.”

“No, I want to see dad.”

Eiddwen pulled the girl to the chairs with her “Maya, darling, your mum is just going to check how your dad is and make sure he is not sleeping. We will see him very soon. I want to see him too.”

Maya nodded quietly and Aelin kissed her then disappeared through the door.

A set of green eyes turned to her and Aelin smiled. The clutch on her heart finally loosened a bit more and she felt like she could breathe again. He was awake. She kept repeating to herself.

One step and then another and she was at his side “hi sleeping beauty.”

He made a sound that resembled a chuckle “sleeping beauty gets a kiss.”

Aelin threw herself at him, cautious of his injuries and her lips landed on his “Don’t. Ever again, Rowan.” She muttered amongst tears “Don’t you dare.”

Rowan uninjured arms lifted to her face in a caress “sorry.”

He kept kissing her “I love you, Aelin,” he whispered softly “That’s all I thought about while I was trapped. I love you so much.”

Aelin kissed his nose “of course, I am the most lovable person ever.”

Rowan tried to laugh but cough racked his chest and he stopped.

“Hey, lie back on the pillow,” she adjusted the cannulas under his nose “I have guests if you feel up for it. Not too long or the doctor might kill me, though.”

Rowan nodded and Aelin went back to the door and let the visitors in.

Rowan’s gaze widened in surprise when he saw his mum, but had no time to say anything because Maya came running towards the bed and was now screaming to get on it at his side

“Let me remove your shoes first.” Aelin fought to keep her daughter calm. She had missed him. Then lifted her in bed and placed Maya near his less hurt side “Do not move too much okay? Just stay beside dad and hug him.”

Maya nestled against him, her head tucked in his side “I missed you, dad.”

“Me too,” added Rowan while kissing her head and then turning to his mum who was staring at him with moist eyes.

“I am fine, mum.”

Eiddwen took a step closer and kissed her son’s head “I know.”

Aelin stepped up at the bottom of the bed “I called her.” She added at Rowan’s inquisitive stare.

“And I am glad she did.” Her hand brushed Maya’s hair “I finally got to meet her.”

Maya slowly fell asleep in her father’s arms and Aelin decided to step out for an excuse to talk to the doctor and leave mother and son talk.

“How are you and Aelin doing?” His mum was a pro at going straight to the point.

“Better,” he said quietly “we are trying to be a family.”

Eiddwen extracted a box from her bag. It was a small blue velvet box. She opened “This was my engagement ring.” She said, showing her son the ring inside “When the time comes give it to her. She is your other half, Rowan.” A pause “If it hadn’t been for me, you’d be married already.”

“I had to help you.”

Eiddwen caressed his head “I know, and I am grateful but look what you almost lost,” Said the woman, staring at the sleeping girl “I’ll keep the ring for now, but when you are ready it would make me very happy if you’d give this to her.”

Rowan nodded heavily.

“And of course I want more grand-babies.”

He chuckled “Slow down, mum.”

“Imagine a wee baby with Aelin’s looks.” Her tone dreamy/

“Are you saying that Maya is ugly because she is like me?” He pretended to be offended.

“No Rowan,” again she caressed the head “Your daughter is gorgeous and she is going to break a lot of hearts when she grows up.”

Rowan groaned “I don’t want to imagine her yet dating.”

“I am planning to stay here for a while, by the way.”

Shock passed through his features “are you sure? I am fine.”

“Rowan, Aelin has to work and Maya has school. You will not be able to do much in the house, so this time is my turn to look after you, and don’t even try to complain. Uncle Ellys knows and will keep an eye on the house.”

“Okay.” He conceded knowing that mentally sparring with his mum was a battle lost from the start. And a part of him was glad to have his mum around and seeing she was better enough to actually leave Wendlyn. For a long time she could not even leave the house. His gaze must have drifted because his mum called him off “Rowan, I am so much better, I know that you worry. That’s your fussy stare, you got it from your dad.”

He shook his head “I am glad that you are here and to see you are so much better.”

Eiddwen sat at the bottom of the bed gently stroking Maya’s legs “You and Aelin gave me a beautiful reason to be excited about things again.”

In that instant a gentle knock interrupted them and Aelin’s head peeked through “Am in interrupting?”

Eiddwen shook her head “No, come in.”

Aelin stepped inside and smiled at Maya’s sleeping form nestled on her father’s side “I spoke to the doctor. They will have to keep you in for a few more days at least. Because of the splenectomy and the other injuries, they want to make sure everything is under control before they release you,” she explained “You will also start physio very soon and they will also start your treatment plan for once you are discharged.” And smile then spread on her face “While I was outside Lorcan called and apparently the mayor is going to pay you a visit and please expect to be the recipient for the medal of valour.”

Rowan was stunned “For what? I just did my job.”

“According to the mayor your hard work recently has not gone unnoticed and you saved a few people lives. So yes, you are getting the medal.”

He pouted, unhappy “The other firefighters saved lives too, this is not fair.”

“Rowan, darling, take the win.”

“Fine, but I am not happy.” He folded his good arms at his chest and she almost laughed when she noticed that his grumpy expression matched the furrowed one on a sleeping Maya.

Aelin turned to Eiddwen and the woman nodded “Well, you definitely have no doubt now that he is the father.”

She laughed and stared at father and daughter and her heart swelled with love.

“Imagine how proud Maya will be when she finds out she has a superhero dad.”

He smiled “Fine, for her, I can accept it.”

It was late in the afternoon when Aelin finally took Eiddwen home. Lorcan’s team had invaded the room together with other off duty colleagues and the women had decided to leave him in peace with his firefighters.

Once at home, Maya started introducing the house to her grandma “come, I will show you my kingdom.“

Aelin laughed and nodded and went to tidy up the house a bit.

Upstairs Maya dragged Eiddwen in her room “look, nana. This is my bed,” she then ran for Elf “Dada gave this to me. It’s my friend elf.”

Eiddwen smiled “were you kind to the elves on the solstice?”

“Yes, dad told me all of the stories.”

She then ran to her collection of hockey items and grabbed her stick “I am starting hockey soon. I am playing with the big kids.”

“You need to tell me all about it. Wendlyn does not have a hockey team.”

Maya took that as an invitation to go to her drawer and pull out her Stags jersey “They are the Stags. They are the best.” She explained proudly “You can come with us. I will tell you the game.”

In that instant Aelin came upstairs “Did you give her a tour?”

“Oh yes, she even introduced me to elf.”

“That’s an honour,” added Aelin “I have a room ready.”

“Nana can sleep in my room.”

Aelin crouched “Maya, nana needs her bedroom, but she is just next door.”

“Okay.”

Eiddwen took Maya’s hand “I can come and read you stories. I am really good.”

“Yes!”

“Now, let nana go change and come downstairs with me.” Aelin turned and noticed the exploded drawer “did you show her your jersey?”

The girl nodded “Can she come to the game with us?”

“Of course.”

Maya walked to her mother and grabbed her hand “mum, I like her.”

Aelin hugged her “I am glad, because nana is staying with us for a while.”

The two walked downstairs and Aelin started prepping for dinner and missed Rowan’s cooking skills. She had improved leaps and bounds for the sake of her daughter but was not even remotely as good as him.

Eiddwen arrived back down a moment later and saw Aelin staring at the fridge with pensive face and Maya at the table colouring.

“Let me cook you a Wendlyn dish.”

Aelin tried to protest but the woman was as stubborn as her son.

She texted Rowan about her mum being stubborn and his reply was Pot. Kettle and a smiley face.

She replied with a kiss emoji and wished him a good evening and a promise of going to visit the following day.

Reply sent, Aelin returned to the two women and they enjoyed the rest of the night talking and with Maya getting to know her grandmother a little more.

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#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #aelin x rowan #rowanwhitethorn #throne of glass fanfiction #aelin galathynius #domestic fluff

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bottlehawk · 1 year

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Oooooo, and how is Kanaya handling Rose's "needs to do everything" curse?

kanaya's need to meddle (which is different from needing to do everything) is not taking this well. there's nothing like giving advice to someone for the fiftieth time and them basically not taking it, especially if you are dating that person. she still cares a lot about their relationship and rose but she gets a lot of burnout dealing with just how headstrong rose is about things.

however she is still more successful than literally everyone else at convincing rose to do things. it's like. you know when like two guys get into a fight at school and they're about to duke it out and then one of their girlfriends runs up and puts their hands up and shouts "NO!!!" and then stands in front of her boyfriend looking into his eyes like "josh look at me. josh this isn't you. josh look at me, do this for me," and then the boyfriend stops himself from transforming into a werewolf and reverts back to his human form? yeah that's her and she actually secretly loves it because she feels like a main protagonist in one of her y/a novels. so this causes her to not mind the stubbornness that much because in her mind she is the one who has tamed the beast. it is her.

the y/a novel fantasy has extended into extreme codependence in their relationship. but what is codependence anyway? being TOO much in love? being TOO fated for each other? if that's codependence then call her a therapist and knock her out and send her to the icu! she says to karkat who is sitting there mouth wide open at his otherwise very smart friend saying this for the fiftieth time.

#bottlehawk text #homestuck #kanaya maryam #rose lalonde #rosekan #rosemary #karkat vantas

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definitionsfading · 1 year

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bite-sized bullet train fic master list (lemon/tangerine) 🍋🍊✨

as this fan space gets older and more disjointed as the months pass by I figured I’d keep all my lemon/tangerine titles in one place for future reference. there are only four of them! but I’m proud of what small diversity they brought to this fandom, so here they are (each title is a hyperlink)

pretty bubbles in the air || 24K || Explicit

And then Lemon's mind is somewhere outside the imaginary hospital morgue, lost among the train wreckage, knowing he has to go back and knowing that he can’t because it’ll be swarmed with the feds by now, or whatever the Japanese equivalent of the fucking feds is, and if he wanted to claim the body he should’ve already—

A door to his left opens abruptly, letting the sound of steadily beeping monitors out into the hall, and the nurse emerging with a machine on wheels nearly runs into him head-on.

Lemon curses under his breath and falters as they avoid collision, and it’s only in the split few seconds the nurse fumbles there in the doorway that he looks up, with a crystalline line of uninterrupted sight straight into the occupied ICU room, and sees a lank shock of chin-length, light brown hair resting against a white pillow.

Thomas taught him a lot, yeah, but nothing much about how to keep your world from shrinking down to the size of a pinhead and shattering into a million pieces in a moment like this one.

notes: post-canon, Tangerine Lives, fix-it fic, whump, healing, hurt/comfort, trauma & coping, rekindled romance, not a siblings fic

under your skin || 4.2K || Explicit

This is the silent secret, Lemon thinks, that nobody but the two of them know when people in the industry call them The Twins. This is what he’s willing to kill for and would’ve died for again and again. It’s something that runs deeper than the surface layer, this thing he and Tangerine have got—a kind of truth that anchors itself and settles like a sharpened barb under your skin.

notes: post-canon, Tangerine Lives, injury recovery, first time (in a long time), emotional sex, crying, not a siblings fic

citrus and blood || 2K || Mature

The unspoken truth that he’s too weak to bathe himself properly stands in the room between them like a third silent body. Tangerine almost wishes his vocal cords were truly thrashed and ruined so he wouldn’t have to acknowledge it aloud, wouldn’t have to admit defeat before the battle ever began.

He’s sitting beside the tub, awkwardly wedged between the toilet and the wall, head lolled off to rest on a towel folded under his cheek there on the edge of the bath. Breaths come shallowly, almost in haggard pants from the mix of nausea and exhaustion. Everything still smells like hospital antiseptic, blood, and electrical fire. It’s been three days since the train went off-rail—at least according to Lemon’s dodgy appraisal of time—and Tangerine still can’t burn the scent of near-death out of his nose.

notes: post-canon, Tangerine Lives, injury recovery, bathing/washing, caretaking, blood, emotions, ample tenderness, Gentle Lemon, not a siblings fic

right hand man || 3.2K || Explicit

“How ‘bout instead of plotting premeditated murder off the clock, why don’t you think of something creative to do with that emancipated right hand of yours,” Lemon says, tucking back into his plate. “Take a pottery class, learn to watercolour. You wanna point and shoot so bad? I’ll buy you a camera.”

“I’m gonna point and shoot on your smart arse when we get home,” Tangerine says darkly from the corner of his mouth, eyes cutting across Lemon at a bawdy angle. “Mark my words on that one.”

notes: post-canon, the Twins return to London, smut, banter, frottage, hand jobs, Lemon gets a massage and a few other things, not a siblings fic

#bullet train #lemon and tangerine #fruit cocktail #lemon x tangerine #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train

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artistsfuneral · 11 months

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The Witcher Scrubs AU 🏥

I know I said this AU is stupidly big and now you may see why, bc this is just me talking about the first few main characters not even the storyline, so: p.2 will be linked here

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Jaskier, Priscilla and Valdo are all the new interns, aka JD, Turk and Elliot, but the three of them have all known each other from college and actually applied for KMH (Kaer Morhen Hospital) at the same time in hopes of staying together. All three of them are very close-knit friends, but Priscilla is more of a Mom friend for the group while Jaskier and Valdo have this weird thing going on where their rivalry comes with some heavy sexual tension, meaning during college they've been the on-and-off couple that everyone knew about and surprisingly they're still friends (thanks to Priscilla and their rivalry) but for now they give off heavy “divorced couple” vibes, kind of like Perry and Jordan, but not aaaaas season one toxic. Given is, Valdo will judge and comment on every single thing Jaskier does (especially later when he has a crush on Geralt) and Jaskier will walk around drawing devil horns on every imagine somebody has of Valdo (figuratively and literally).

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In the beginning Priscilla would be more of a background-ish supportive character, like I said the Mom friend, who keeps their friend group together, helps Jaskier and Valdo whenever they're troubled, is one of the very few people that isn't immediately scared of Geralt and is usually very level headed (thanks to dealing with her two best friends all the time), even in stressful situations. She will have to go through the usual workplace harassment, being a female doctor and all, for example by patients calling her nurse and wanting a “real” doctor or others telling her she should work less so she can find someone to marry and have kids with.

And although Priscilla usually manages to deal with all of this incredibly professionally, she sometimes gets fed up and just says the darndest, mot scariest things ever. (“Dr. Marx' shift doesn't start until 2pm today and I just can't seem to find any of the male nurses. If you should refuse treatment I can, of course, stand here and wait until someone comes to help us out, but I'm afraid you'll experience cardiac arrest much sooner. Don't worry though, our mortician is male.”) Later on she will have to deal with watching Jaskier and Valdo getting better and better at their job while she starts to struggle in the ICU. As it turns out she's amazing in the ER though. And at the end of the “show” she'd definitely be one of the head doctors in the ER (if that's a thing).

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Valdo, much like Jaskier, is one of those rich kids. His grandparents were doctors, his parents were doctors, he is a doctor. He doesn't really have a say in that, but unlike Jaskier, he doesn't mind it that much. He's very easily persuaded by wealth and fame, but he's actually a pretty decent guy underneath his “Daddy's favorite child” persona. He's really smart and has a great eye for figuring out what's wrong with people. But he's very squeamish when it comes to bodily fluids that aren't blood. (It's Geralt's favorite way of punishing him, after he's been an ass.) He will often come off as snobbish, but he honestly just doesn't notice that not everyone grew up with a personal chef. He immediately will know that he said something weird when Priscilla gives him a certain look that he often describes as blank disbelieve. (-_-') Valdo is- Well he's pretty obsessed with Jaskier to be honest. The thing is, Jaskier was his first true love and now he's kinda stuck gatekeeping Jaskier. He doesn't do it intentionally, he's not that much of an ass, it's just kind of part of his perfectionism. Along the lines of “I am perfect at everything I do, but I wasn't good enough to make Jaskier happy, so nobody is good enough for him.” Like I said though, it's very much unintentional and Jaskier has no idea what is going on, but Priscilla watches from afar, shaking her head in disbelieve. (The good thing about Valdo's gatekeeping is, that it has actually protected Jaskier from many stupid mistakes.) This obviously creates a lot of conflict between Jaskier and Valdo (even though they don't fully understand why) and it keeps happening again and again until one day, still at the beginning of Geralt and Jaskier's relationship, when Geralt gets (rightfully) fed up with Valdo's constant bickering. (They're planning on going on a date and when Jaskier asks when/where they're going Geralt will snap at him saying “I don't know, why don't we ask Marx for permission first?!” - “What?” And then Geralt will fall into an angry rant that opens Jaskier's eyes, who then goes to Priscilla who confirms it all and then he will sit down with Valdo and they'll have a long, heart-wrenching talk about it.)

Valdo being somewhat unable to connect with his patients and colleagues on a social level is ironically a really good thing, because while he's definitely not unfriendly, he doesn't take everything to heart. Unlike Jaskier is a lot better at dealing with the fact that they can't always save everyone.

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Now Jaskier is obviously our main character, our JD.

As I already said, like Valdo he's one of the rich kids, but he has a way better understanding of the world than Valdo. He's also the oldest sibling and the only boy, meaning he has three younger sisters who he adores. Him becoming a doctor was entirely his parents idea and decision and since becoming a musician was not “acceptable” he kind of went with it, grateful that his parents paid for everything during his college years. In the beginning it really shows that he's not as passionate about this job as some of the others. He's incredibly smart and has absolutely no problem with studying and remembering everything (lucky him) but he's lacking enthusiasm (which is why Geralt initially can't stand him). His first couple of weeks at KMH are very tiring to him. Not because he's messing up a lot of things or isn't brave enough to take action, but because to him it's a very depressing and unfulfilling job and Geralt (and a few other people) seem to be constantly judging and downgrading him. He even thinks of quitting his job altogether, but Priscilla and Valdo stop him. It's only after a particular case where he helps to save the life of a patient he really connected with that he starts to understand how important this job actually is and how much it means. After that he also starts to understand Geralt and his serious attitude a lot better.

He always will have a bit of a problem seeing himself as a doctor, because he initially didn't want to be, but every day he wakes up and tries his best. He's really good at connecting with people, like JD he actually cares for them a lot and will meet many people that'll change his life. He struggles a lot when he isn't able to help someone and sometimes falls a bit too easily into his old “does this even matter?” way of thinking. It gets better with time though, and his friends and his sisters tend to get him out of that particular headspace rather easily. Especially Abby, his youngest. She's 12, like Ciri, a ray of sunshine and plays a big role in his life and kind of idolizes Jaskier a lot. She's rather independent and will visit Jaskier at the hospital or at home whenever she feels like it.

Unlike JD and Perry, Jaskier doesn't really have that much of a mentor, trainee relationship with Geralt, although Jaskier certainly has the same need to prove himself to Geralt. But Jaskier also thinks Geralt is incredibly sexy in his white coat and without it and when he's helping people and when he's arguing with Lambert and when he's berating Jaskier and when- Yeah- Jaskier very quickly develops a huge crush for Geralt after he went through his “do I really want to be a doctor” phase. Doesn't really help that Geralt treats him a bit more kinder after he noticed Jaskier found his will to help others and now sometimes even smiles when Jaskier is in the same room at him!

(and I really want to post this now so I can go watch Haikyuu before bed, so I will add the rest later lol)

#the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #geraskier #witcher scrubs au #jaskier #jaskier the bard #priscilla #valdo marx

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