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MF Day #69: Surgeo
Surgeo has got an interesting design, at first glance he appears to be a warm and comforting looking mixel doctor, who just so happens to have a shot needle for a hand. However when you turn his upper head upside down it suddenly sets off a different vibe, a more unnerving appearance that looks like someone you wanna say away from. It honestly, leaves me very confused but curious on what this mixel’s lifestyle and personality is like, and if his literal mood swinging head tells another story.
I gotta hand it to the LEGO team for coming up with a mixel design like this. We’ve seen some split-personality mixels before, but Surgeo feels a bit more subtle in his case.
Also, it's rather fitting that this is the 69th Mixels character I've drawn for this project
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Blossom gives birth to her son and daughter named Blaze and Jewel
👨⚕️🚑 Doctor Surgeo: (Frantically rushing around) Emergency! Emergency! We've got patients incoming!
🌸👦 Boone: (Nervously pacing) Come on, Blossom, you've got this. Doctor Surgeo is the best in Mixopolis.
🌸👧 Blossom: (Smiling reassuringly) Don't worry, Boone. Everything will be fine.
👨⚕️🚑 Doctor Surgeo: (Spotting them) Ah, Boone and Blossom! Congratulations! What brings you to Mixopolis General Hospital today?
🌸👦 Boone: Blossom is expecting, and we thought it's time to welcome our little ones into the world.
👨⚕️🚑 Doctor Surgeo: (Excitedly) Fantastic news! Let's get Blossom settled in. We'll have those little Mixels in no time.
💖👶👶 (Time passes, and the newborns arrive)
👨⚕️🚑 Doctor Surgeo: (Handing over the tiny Mixels) Here you go, proud parents! Meet Blaze and Jewel.
🌸👦 Boone: (Overwhelmed with joy) They're perfect!
🌸👧 Blossom: (Tenderly holding the newborns) Our little bundles of joy.
🔥👧🔥👶 Blaze and Jewel: (Tiny giggles)
👨⚕️🚑 Doctor Surgeo: (Grinning) Now, if you need anything, just give us a call. Mixopolis General Hospital is always here for you.
🌸👦 Boone: Thank you, Doctor Surgeo. We appreciate all you've done.
💖👨⚕️🚑 (The family leaves the hospital, filled with happiness and gratitude)
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Stop by the Doe Clinic to get yours TODAY!!
#my art#fallen london oc#rubbery men#rubbery man#fallen london#the tentacular surgeoness#hello everyone welcome to my coloring experiment
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Shitposting. Just Shitposting.
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My day will be so fine and then I'll think about N.aoki U.rasawa's M.onster and experience hundreds of emotions at once-
#pan rambles#I mean that in a good way btw!!!#That series has permanently altered my brain chemistry (hehe get it? bc T.enma is a brain surgeo-)#Tenma is just...Man..#He's so good-afksnfjdn#He's Kind! but that doesn't make him Naive. He's smart and skilled!#He's experienced so much- a quite a lot of it is difficult#But no matter what- He's Kind. He's a light to all the people he comes across and it's just so ajfjsnfjsbfjn#He's one of those characters that I really look up to! And always motivates me when I'm having a rough day#I think so often about that scene with him and D.ieter where T.enma is like “Tomorrow will be a great day”#And that scene with him and N.ina where he goes “You have a place to go...I have a place to go... We'll both get there someday.”#AUGH...#Okay okay I should quit rambling-afkandksnd
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Best Cardiac Surgeon in Mumbai - Dr. Vishal Khullar
Best Cardiac Surgeon in Mumbai - Dr. Vishal Khullar
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One of the most crucial organs in the human body, the kidneys produce urine and filter waste and fluid from the circulation. Sometimes, as a result of a deficiency in blood volume, waste accumulates in the kidneys and clumps together to form kidney stones. A stone is a solid, crystalline mineral substance that develops in the kidneys or urinary tract. Nephrolithiasis is the medical word for kidney stones. These stones can be removed by getting the best kidney stone laser treatment near Gurgaon your home. When you are diagnosed with any disease or illness, it is always best to seek treatment as soon as possible; the same is true for kidney stones. It's better to remove them as soon as possible and get the proper medical assistance from the best kidney stone surgeon. Dr. Yogesh Taneja is one of the best known and has almost 15 years of experience in urology, in which kidney stone treatment is one of the services they provide.
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Dr. Kerner Best Nose Surgeon in Los Angeles uses computer imaging to allow you to share your specific thoughts about your nose. Since the nose is a very difficult part of your face to describe in great detail (and yet so easy to see!), having your nose altered to your liking allows us to understand your needs.
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Rubbery Romance is real and alive and beautiful (Rubbery Barber Surgeon of course belongs to @viric-dreams )
#fallen london#fallen london oc#rubbery man#rubbery romance#tentacular surgeoness#my art#i did this at work uwu#i was gonna color but i actually like how it looks !!!
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A Saskatoon doctor is facing disciplinary charges over accusations he told a patient not to get an abortion for religious reasons.
The comments Dr. Terence Davids made last year caused the patient to feel anxious and uncomfortable, says a College of Physicians and Surgeons of Saskatchewan charge document. It says Davids told the patient, "I hope you have loved ones in heaven who will take care of your baby in heaven."
The college alleges the doctor asked whether the patient believed in God and, when the answer was no, Davids said, "Well, you must believe in something."
He is also accused of saying, "I think you will regret this and you can't take it back," and "I think you should reconsider."
Davids didn't immediately respond to a request for comment after a message was left at his clinic on Thursday. [...]
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Tagging: @politicsofcanada, @vague-humanoid
Notes from the poster @el-shab-hussein: I'm glad that we've stopped pretending christo-fascism is an American-exclusive problem and isn't a problem in Canada.
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Wisdom Teeth [Jake Seresin x NB Reader]
A/N: Per my parents recounting, when I got my wisdom teeth removed a few days ago, I cried in my bed because they couldn’t get paramount to play on my tv in my room. I wanted to see Glen Powell so badly that my parents had to dig around to find a charger for my computer so they could put it on… Twenty minutes later I have my laptop flat on my face while humming along to the soundtrack as the TGM plays… Ehehe :>
Summary: Jake’s partner gets all four wisdom teeth removed… Chaos ensues… Based on personal experiences and made up ones. You guess which are which :>
CW: Wisdom teeth extraction, mentions of medical fears, mentions of blood, reader is suffering, Jake is being a little shit, hurt/comfort, no beta we die like goose, etc [The first part is the actual incident, which goes over fears and hinted past medical trauma, but the rest is lovely (irritating) banter between Jake and his lover. Blue will be everything to do with the angst if you wanna skip past it]
Word Count: 3206
“Honey…” Jake purrs, gently patting your arm in the middle of the waiting room. “Take a breath.”
It’d been several grueling minutes of staring at the clock on the pale wall of the oral surgeon’s office, foot tapping impatiently on the floor as you wait in fear for the extraction. You didn’t want your wisdom teeth out — you’d heard horror stories online. But they caused plenty of migraines and ear pain, and you absolutely needed them out when the bottom teeth grew in with cavities.
That, you decided, wasn’t fair to you at all.
But, alas, it pushed you to get them out. And the dentists advised to get all four out at once, since the top ones were also impacted. So it only made sense to get it all done in one fast sweep.
“Honey.” Jake says a little more firmly, gently grasping your hands.
You blink up at him, eyes widened. “Sorry…”
“Talk to me, hun. What’s up? They’ve done this a thousand times.” He points at the office wall. “And this is where I got my teeth out. You’re gonna be okay. They’re amazing.”
As you tap your feet on the floor, you try not to think of the story your older brother had told you. He’d gotten his ripped out in the Navy, and they had him on not enough local anesthetics and, unfortunately, felt them ripping out his teeth one by one. Your biggest fear became feeling the pain or waking up in the middle of the surgery.
“I know, I know…” Your hand squeezes his. You didn’t want to be afraid, but you’d woken up before, and your brother certainly didn’t help. He’d tried to — that’s why he told you his story. He was trying to express that he only went through that because, well, Navy. You wouldn’t deal with it. But that didn’t help.
“I’ll be right here every step of the way…” He promises, offering a reassuring smile.
The door besides the office opens, a blond haired dental assistant leaning out of it. “Seresin?”
You inhale shakily, standing up. Your partner quickly follows you, ushering you inside. They both get you situated into the white room, a set of crazy equipment set up in the middle of the room. The dental assistant sits you in a chair, then proceeds to hook you up to an EKG.
“Mmm…” Jake lets out a low purr as your shirt is lifted to attach the stickers. “You look good…”
As much as you want to glare or blush, your nerves take over. The EKG begins to read your heart beat, following the pulses and patterns effortlessly. But that sound…
Warmth blooms on your thigh as Jake runs a hand across your skin. His green eyes swirl with concern, smiling weakly at you. “Breathe.”
After signing a few too many agreements to acknowledge that you’re aware that tons of shit can go wrong in the healing process and that it won’t be the dental office’s fault, you’re situated more comfortably in the chair.
More comfortably? Maybe less so, given they escort your partner out all too quickly. Jake gives you one last kiss to the forehead, just between your brows, and slips out of the room reluctantly.
The actual oral surgeon walks into the room, his smile friendly. He begins to talk to you about what you do. School, work, both? As you answer each question, he sets up the IV, admittedly a little rough on your right arm. He apologizes, unable to get the IV set up properly, resulting in him going to the left arm.
As you attempt to keep your wits about yourself, the room swirls around you. “It’s… fine… I’ve had it in my-my hand once…”
When you attempt to explain the story of your hand IV incident, several pairs of hands begin touching your body. One around your neck, two around your legs, and two on each arm. Something is pressed against your nose, something choking your throat. The EKG is loud as it beeps, signaling your tachycardic state.
So you thrash. You thrash and thrash — they wanted to hurt you. With wild eyes, you frantically search around the room for anyone you can recognize, but it’s just several masked medical personnel. It isn’t until the oral surgeon pulls down his blue mask that you see a slightly familiar face, finally easing your breathing.
“That’s it…” The oral surgeon praises. “You passed out on us for a second… but it’s okay… you’re doing fine… you’re okay now…”
“I’m-I’m sor-so-sorry…” Tears slip down your cheeks as the oral surgeon rubs your arm to ease your mind. You can feel the soft hands of a sweet, younger dental assistant running through your hair, smiling gently down at you behind her mask.
“Don’t be… you’re doing just fine. We’re gonna give you the anesthetics, and it’ll be over before you know it…”
A sob shakes your body. “Please don’t let me wake up.”
“I won’t let you. It’ll be the best nap of your life…”
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“The denshist was sho cute…”
A soft laugh resonates around you, but you can’t quite make out where you’re at or who you’re with.
“Yeah?”
“Yeash... the denshist was shuper cute…”
“Okay, hun..."
"Sho cute."
"Hun."
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“Javy, can you help me bring them in the house?”
You knew that name. You knew that voice! People!
“That’s my boyfrieeeend!” You suddenly shout, leaning against Javy, incapable of standing on your own. You beam a bloody smile at the blond pilot standing across you, his arms held out in case you tumble. “That’s myyyyy boyfriend!”
“Jayyyy thasss my boyfrienddd!”
“I know.”
“My boyfrieeeend!”
“Y-yes!” Javy holds you tight, attempting to not drop you while he cackles.
“Boyfriend!”
———
You blink up at your boyfriend in a daze, Jake’s sweet smile staring down at you. He hands you a black table bell, one you had gotten him a few months prior. It reads: “If you hear this bell, bring me a beer.”
“Here, hun. Ring this when you need something from Javy, okay?” He pats your head lovingly. “I need to pick up your meds from the Pharmacy.”
He should have known better. Objectively, he should have known. You’re drugged! How can you not ring the bell seventy-million times in a row the moment you’re handed it?
“Hun.” A bright grin spreads across his face, his laugh warm as it swirls around you. “Don’t make me take it away, darlin’.”
The ringing stops.
“Thank you.”
He kisses your forehead as you set the bell next to your bed, eyes glimmering as you stare at the oh-so-tempting piece of metal.
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There’s a warm glow from the curtains as the sun slowly lowers behind the horizon line. Wind blows from the open window, the breeze comforting against your cold, sore body. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was a normal morning after a good night with your partner.
And then the pain strikes. A thin set of lines in the four corners of your jaw are stinging. Jake, always a master of knowing your pain, rounds the corner to the open bedroom door.
“Ow…” You groan out, gauze stuffed in your cheeks. “Why…”
His calloused hands reach out and caress your neck. He doesn’t dare to touch your jaw, not in your current state. That’s a recipe for disaster he isn’t keen on making, actually. “Take it easy… you’re still pretty high on narcotics…”
“Ugh…” For some reason, your whole body aches something bad. It’s like you got hit by a truck. “Drugs…”
“Yes,” he laughs sweetly at you as he helps you sit up properly. “Yes, drugs. Good ones, too. Red caps, orange bottles. Good stuff.”
“Opioids…”
“Don’t talk much… the clots are still healing.” Jake gently wipes at the corner of your mouth with a wet cloth, removing the excess blood from your skin.
Is that why there’s so much gauze in your mouth?
“Let’s get you some new gauze, okay?” His strong arms help you stand upright as you lean most of your weight against him. An arm snakes around your waist, his lips pressing against the side of your head. “I’ve got ya…”
He leads you to the roomy kitchen, setting you onto the countertop. You instinctively spit out the gauze, something he laughs at.
“Hun… unsanitary.” He earns himself a glare from you as he wanders to the sink. “I’ve got new gauze right here. Throw these ones in the trash, copy?”
“Floor.”
“Trash.”
“Floor.”
“Trash.“
“Floo-“He decides to interrupt you by pressing a rolled pad of gauze against your lips. Not hard, not at all. But enough to shut your drug-addled self up.
“Now bite down and quit bein’ a brat.”
You do as you’re told, mostly because your jaw is actually beginning to hurt from speaking so much. And when he hands you the good pills, the ones you know are gonna help fix most of those pains, you eagerly attempt to swallow them down with water.
“Babe-“ Jake inhales, immediately bursting out into laughter when the pill dissolves on your tongue, your mouth not quite working properly.
When your face twists in disgust as you try to swallow the dissolving pill, your partner’s fingers quickly grab the pill. He holds it in his palm, saving you from the horrendous taste. Down the length of your chin and neck is a long stream of wetness, none of the water that you had taken a sip of making it down the inside of your throat.
“Alright, messy little thing, let’s try that again, hm?” He hands you a fresh pill this time, hand manually tilting your head back. “Once more, baby…”
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Food.
You crave food.
Sustenance.
A soft knock echos on the door to your shared bedroom, Jake stepping inside with a paper bag. “I’ve got food!”
The speed at which you sit up is concurrent with the pure hunger your body feels. Jake can only laugh when your eyes, large and focused, stare at the bag of food, your nose working to figure out what food he has for you. Jake sits down on the bed next to you, gently pulling out small round containers of food. One large one, one small one.
“Doc says you can have mashed potatoes and gr-“ Maybe he should have expected you to snatch the container eagerly, drool slipping past your lips.
You were finally allowed to take out the bloody gauze pads, the clots beginning to heal. Not enough to eat normal foods again, but fuck if these potatoes didn’t smell like heaven.
“Just go slow, darlin’.” Jake helps pour the gravy into the mashed potato container and hands you a spoon. “Don’t want you poppin’ a stitch just yet.”
As you eagerly scoop up the first bite of savory mashed potatoes, you run into your first problem.
You can’t open your mouth wide enough. To fit. The spoon.
The spoon clatters against your teeth, and Jake silently thanks the gods it was just a plastic spoon. And when you pout, letting out a strangled whine, he laughs so sweetly as he cups your jaw.
“Struggling to fit that, darlin’?” He teases, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Here, let’s get you somethin’… smaller.”
He digs around the paper bag, this time pulling out a plastic fork. After scooping up some room-temperature mashed potatoes, he gently feeds it through the small gap between your jaws that you can manage.
“Fuck…” You groan, the taste on your tongue pure bliss. Had mashed potatoes always tasted this good?
Jake laughs at your sounds. The way your eyes flutter and weakened smile forms has his heart thrumming right out of his chest. You’re his baby, and he loves every second of it.
“That’s it, hun. There’s plenty more where that came from.” He feeds you another spoonful. “Nice and easy. Swallow all of it, darlin’. No spitting.”
… Did he really just…?
You deadpan your lover, a bit of mashed taters still coating your lips which slightly dulls the intended effect.
Oh, the laugh he lets out is a boisterous one. Grabbing you a tissue and gently wiping your lips, he offers a cheeky smile. “Can’t help it darlin’. This is who you chose.”
“You’re so lucky you’re spoon feeding me.”
“Fork feeding.”
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Day two of the recovery period goes a bit better. Since the mashed potatoes yesterday, you’ve been able to have really really mashed egg salad, cold ramen with cut up noodles, more mashed potatoes, and even room-temperature tofu. With the opioids you’re on, you can’t quite get the average hunger cues, which is probably in your best interest given the nutrients you’ve been living off of consist only of mashed potatoes, yogurt, and chicken broth.
Javy has come to visit, since Jake had a few errands to run and was never gonna let you stay by yourself. You’d known Javy probably longer than you knew Jake. He’s a close friend of yours, especially given that he’s the reason you and Jake got together.
“Javy…” You whine out, leaning dramatically on his lap. “Will you please get me more food…? Jake’s killing me!”
The man in question pats your head, his eyes never leaving the TV in front of him. “Nope. Jake has you on the diet you need to be on.”
If it weren’t for him being your friend, you’d have smacked him a lot harder. But maybe, just maybe, you could complain long enough and get some pancakes out of him. The sweetness of syrup and carbs sounds so damn appealing that your stomach growls in need.
“I can’t take it anymore! Please! I just want pancakes!”
“Sorry, love.” Javy points over to the bowl of yogurt on the coffee table. “Not yet. You can have pancakes on day four.”
“Did he leave you a list?”
“Of course he left me a list.” Javy offers you his phone, seeing the frantic, detailed texts from your partner. “Several.”
As mad as you want to be, your heart warms with how much your boyfriend does to keep you healthy and well. Without him, you’d probably have already popped several stitches.
“Oh, and, out of curiosity.” Javy tilts his head to look down at you, gently placing the bag of frozen corn on your cheek once more. “Do you remember anything about the oral surgeon?”
You blink.
“What?”
Javy grins. “The dentist that took out your teeth. Do you remember anything about him?”
“Um… he calmed me down when I freaked out.” You wrack your brain trying to think of anything else. “But… not really.”
“How cute is he?”
“WHAT?” You wince from the sudden shout, your stitches not very happy with you. “How-how what is he?”
Javy’s smirk turns into a full blown grin, his laugh echoing in the small living room. “You don’t remember? You wouldn’t shut up on the drive home how cute the dentist was! I think you told Jake like, eight times in ten minutes!”
Your cheeks burn, eyes wide as you swallow thickly. Had you really?
“Jake was having a blast. You were so head over heels for the dentist you actually cried when we left. And then, as if the dentist never existed, the moment I pulled you out of Jake’s truck, you refused to shut up about him being your boyfriend.”
He pats your head affectionately. “You were hanging off of me and makin’ grabby hands at him. I’d never seen Jake so in love.”
Javy laughs when you hide your face with your hands, whining with embarrassment at the story.
“And that’s before the photo incident.”
“The w h a t?”
Maybe you shouldn’t ask.
“The photo incident, darlin’.” Jake’s voice carries across the room, shutting the screen door behind him with several bags in his hand. “I came back from the Pharmacy that day to find you layin’ flat on yer back with a photo of me n’ rooster stuck on yer face. Javy say’s you cried when I left, but a photo sufficed.”
He sets down the bags in the kitchen, leaning against the door to the living room with a lazy grin. “You okay there, sugartits?”
“No!” You hide your face once again.
“Oh, don’t be that way.” Javy waves his hands. “Jakey here cried himself sick when he got his teeth out because his cat walked away to go eat.”
It’s your partner’s turn to becomes flustered, his golden cheeks tinting red. Jake points at his best friend, eyes narrowed. “To the grave. That was. To the grave.”
Your hands quickly fly up to press against your mouth, less to suppress you hysterical giggles and more to keep your mouth from stretching too much. Javy stands and gently moves you aside on the couch, grinning all to mischievously.
“That’s my cue to leave-“ Javy gives the two of you finger guns, walking towards the door. “I’ll have the missus bring some shakes over later tonight, ‘kay?”
You sight, flopping back down onto the couch.
“Pancakes?”
Jake’s lips press right up against your forehead, his tone loving and affectionate. “No, little chipmunk.”
“I’m not that swollen!”
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With day three rolling around all too slowly, Jake takes the time to cuddle you endlessly on the couch. He did his morning run, workout, and shower routine early, wanting to give you as much attention for the day as he can.
While you pain is bearable, every few words you’d speak would be met with a sudden jolt of pain to your gums, right where the stitches had been.
Thankfully, you had Jake to nuzzle into, his breathing light and easy as random movies play on the TV. His hands stroke your scalp, lovingly giving your waist squeezes every now and again. He’d gotten pretty good at recognizing your pain cues, especially the sudden sharp ones.
“Need some ice cream, hun?” Jake begins to sit up, but you tug him down.
“Mac. And. Cheese.”
He blinks. “W-what?”
“Macaroni. And cheese.”
“It’s… It’s not even ten…”
Instead of responding, you let your eyes bore into his, the intensity and need for Mac and cheese shining through.
“You’re like pregnant lady…” Jake shakes his head with a laugh, standing up and walking to the pantry. “You want the weirdest things…”
You flop against the couch once more when you hear the box of dried macaroni rattle in his hands, happy hums slipping past your lips.
And then you hear it.
Crunch.
Your body immediately perks up, eyes narrowing in on the culprit and the crime. “What are you eating?”
“Chips.” Jake makes a show of shoving a large tortilla chip in his mouth, crunching on it loudly. “Wan’ some?”
You could punch the motherfucker for that.
He smirks as you stand up and round the kitchen counter. “Aw, wait, I just ‘membered…”
“You asshat!” You shout, giving him a good shove as you take the box of pasta out of his hands. “Go eat your chips in the garage.”
“Hun-“
“Nope! You’re being exiled! Exiled.” Jake laughs as you swat at him, raising his arms in mock defense. “Go! Get!”
This is gonna be one hell of a long, annoying, irritating recovery.
And you’re gonna hate love every second of it.
A/N pt2: Lemme know if you want another part as time goes along with my healing and how I imagine Jakey would deal with it as time goes on :>
#hangman x reader#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin x reader#top gun x reader#top gun hangman#jake seresin x you
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Rubbery Romance in the Neath?
[+12 Outlandish Copy]
It took The Rubbery Barber Surgeon an exceptionally tense evening to convince Darcy that his intentions with the Surgeoness were purely romantic and that he had no plans whatsoever to poach his assistant.
(thanks @waterlogged-detective for letting me run with this and your adorable character)
#my art#the rubbery barber surgeon#he's a real oc now i guess#fallen london#the squabs are purely a creation of this daydream#he has a bit of squdge around the middle in reality#as the flukes intended
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Please tell us about the thoughts on patho! Sanya and patho! Yura. Please
of course, thank you for the ask!! i will preface this by saying that these roles might (and are likely to) change, like the bachelors role did - and that thats ok!! this is all just for fun <3 and i also want to say that im gonna alter the world of patho a bit, which, i think is also fine, since its an au !! fun times:) thoughts under cut
so, i'll talk about yura and arthur, then sanya (and sergei, sorta), and then them as a trio/duo.
patho!yura takes on the role of andrey stamatin. its a bit odd, but it fits. i changed yuras pants because i dont like andreys pants. its as simple as that.
yura, like bachelor!dmitry and patho!arthur is from the capital. he studied with arthur and all that. young geniuses, you could say. though they haven't worked on as many architectual structures as the canon stamatins have, the few that they Have worked on are well known! whether or not they're liked is a whole different story.
i wasn't sure who to put as the stamatin brothers, really, as the only brothers in pafl are nikita and kolya, i think? or tsar and arthur, sorta, iirc ferrys said a time or two that they think of each other as brothers or something like that. but! nikita and kolya will have.. different roles.. and tsar doesnt strike me as an an andrey nor a peter... so !! yura beletsky and arthur sokolov (his surname was in that one character sheet) are. the. umm. i dont know what their name would be but i think they're 'partners' - or at least, yura calls them that. (because of their colleague status, of course, since they work together so much. they can be gay too i guess. sigh. long live yaoi)
yuras personality is pretty much the same as in canon, but hes a bit. hm. well, id say he acts like he's better than you, but hes just overcompensating. still very sad and depressed and all that.
arthur in this.. he's more depressed than angry in this one. i dont know. i havent thought of him all that much, truly and also !! youve only asked me for my thoughts on sanya and yura !! not arthur !! i dont have to tell you anything.... i WILL one day. believe me. but only when i have better thoughts
sanya! as you may have noticed, she's still albino in this au.. and, heres where my lack of knowledge on town on gorkhon comes into play !! so ! imagine that the steppe is like, zone-esque, or something. again, this au is just for fun, and though i Do think about it a lot, i dont think about it enough for me to have coherent thoughts.
so! sanya. the townsfolk, i think, claimed she must be related to the worms in some way since shes an Albino and Strange and Defiant and a Rebel. so i think that at some point they started making that worm connection as an 'explanation' for her behaviour. so. i think, at a young age, rather young age, her father (and sergei sorta, i guess? but hed have been .. in his teens at the time, at least.. and since sanyas mom dies in childbirth no matter if shes a mutant or not, shes dead in this, too) sorta sent her to the cemetery. sanya is grace <3 she hangs around and maintains the cemetery a lot. its better than dealing with judgement and such. at first, at least. when shes a kid. soon she starts getting lonely, wishes to engage in society, to make friends, but, well. town on gorkhon is a small town. im sure she has some friends, though. 'friends'. maybe the little kids in the town and the like, yeah? maybe the kid gang? but i doubt shes close with them in any way. this is the first iteration of patho!sanya that i like in any way. its possible, likely, that ill change this, some of it at least, but! this is how it is for now.
during patho's main events, the stamatin brothers have already been in town for a few years. in this au, the architect bros are in town for 2 years before the plague breaks out. during those 2 years, sanya comes to 'admire' yura. envies his way of life. maybe they hang out a bit... since sergei is away studying to become a surgeon, he wouldn't be there to spoil their friendship - but, he also wouldnt be there to introduce them in the first place.
.. but also, just bc sanya spends most of her time maintaining the cemetery and such doesnt mean she never goes out to town, for shopping and such, maybe. so. i think they start hanging out. not a lot. yura thinks shes a bit lame maybe. cringe. but, they start hanging out!! i thinkkk . ivan could be bad grief if i dont find anyone else. so, i think, sanya would get to meet him, too, and therefore also yana. shes not all that close with them, but, she does think theyre cool... and the gang thinks shes fine. shes there!! yana still thinks of her as "baby", arthur still thinks of her as "why are you even here", yura still thinks of her as "heheheheehhehe wont stop teasing you".. idk where tsar comes in but hes also "you are alright!!!"... only diference is. she doesnt fight all that much with ivan:( so sad
a lot of this is just incorehent thoughts ! but thats all i can muster up at the moment.. hope its enough !! and if its not !! my askbox is always open:D ask whatever whenever 👍
looks left looks right. ferry if you see this im sorry for doing cocomelon shit to your ocs..
#surprising me that people are actually interested in this au !!!#sorry for the day late response#i wanted to get my thoughts in order n all that ! and to draw something#paflogic#pafl#parties are for losers#pafl sanya#pafl arthur#pafl yura
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ICON Ttrpg Miniature Models
I made minis for the players in my ICON game to be 3D printed soon! Check out the Lore for them under the cut.
Planning on having a mini-painting night together, I'll try and get some goods pics of them once they're done! (Play ICON)
Starting from left to right we have:
BROCK (Broker Xixo Fool): Silver-tongued (metaphorically, being a crab) and quick with both his words and his mouth, the xixo found his way to the outskirts of the world in search of a new grift and his coveted Snake Oil, something he believes to be an alchemical miracle drug.
CHAD (Brave Thrynn (?) Stormbender): Lover of surf, women, and men, Chad's connection to the sea has granted him a natural power over water - more about power than finesse he can strike an enemy with just his muscles (as in, his muscles can summon shards of ice).
MYRA (Seeker Thrynn Demon Slayer): Prostitute turned nun turned mighty warrior, a sword the size of one's body is just as useful as her strategic mind. A member of a secret religion, she worships and attempts to convert others to a psionic god - lord of dreams and vision.
SAMBOK (Mighty Trogg Colossus): Once a simple farmer, this life was not to be for the grandson of a conqueror. A wall of emotions and physical endurance alike, this unfortunate hero is at least able to channel the might of his grandfather's spirit, who haunts him at every turn.
SIR (Elder Trogg (?) Harvester): Millennia ago, he held impossible arcane secrets. A dark lord of his day, this was ended when a might warrior came to finally slay his fiend. However, the arcane masters rarely lie forever. Now he has returned, perhaps to forge a new path as he regains his strength.
SURGEO (Mender Automaton Seer): A medical marvel, Surgeo is a mechanical doctor adept at all things biological. After suffering at the hands of fate one too many times he became more metaphysical studies, aiming to help people as best he can all while the mysteries of his life tug at the back of his mind.
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