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hi hello everyone!! im here w yu sera and her luck manip ability!! aka ur rabbit's foot & broken mirror in one! ik ik ... 2 in 1 .... what a steal ! formal descriptions / pages will b coming this weekend!!!

dc is avail. upon req if u prefer it over tumblr ims (which im ok with, btw!!) & like this if u wna put our beasts in some situations (if u want to plot) ! OH! and ty to evry1 who has alrdy reached out!! tw for mentions of : death, murder, drowning, sewer side.

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ statistics .

name : yu sera. (유세라)

birthday: 980922. (twenty5)

hometown: yongin, south korea.

education: master degree in nursing, second yr.

residence: yellow hall('s resident advisor)

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ biography & co .

you see, sera's life has been L after L after L, back to back

her mother? poor, modest, v excited to have a daughter. her f*ther? HWAKTHU. fluctuating between rich and poor, gambling his life away, alw fucking around, messing w the wrong people, scamming!

scammer on scammer hate crime ensues when a dubious low budget genie irl tells sera's dad "give me all the $$$ u have. but dw dw! i can grant u a wish... such as.... i'll give ur newborn daughter the power of Luck." and he leaves out the part that Luck is bad n good.

and what does her dad do? he listens!!! a born, living, lucky charm? sign him tf up!!!! he waits for sera to be born, tells her mom that he has to leave n he will take sera (so he doesnt have to share the lucky charm yknow), the mom tries to fight for the daughter but... ope... person w money vs person w no money.... yea... head low.

sooooo, she spends her childhood pretty happy. daddy's girl n all! w an ability that she believes to be some form of Good Luck Manip. she sees her dad as the best man in the world and he. loves. it. why? bc it makes her ability v powerful and he keeps on winning, buying expensive things, not being caught etc etc... just living the best life off of sera... but ofc. nothing lasts forever.

sera enters her teenage years and hell breaks loose. she accidentally learns that her mother didnt abandon them (as per her dad's fake sob story), she figures out that her dad is no Fair businessman and it alllll comes crumbling down.

so young and so shaken up with new, different emotions, she quickly learns that she can manifest bad luck as well. luckily(?) for her dad, she was still in denial so the bad luck wasnt strong enough to k*ll him off.... but it did take away all of his riches which cld count as murder in his books. long story short, he becomes a Monster, trashes her things, kicks her out, leaves her out in the street w nothing.

i'll try to make this part rlly brief bc i want her Trauma to be traumaing but i also dont want to get into graphic deets!! couch surfing at a friend. friend dies. parents hate her. sera starts searching for her mom, someone tells her that she's dead. ope... sera tries to end it all bc of that by drowning. randomly gets saved. ends up living w this cute ol lil lady, a retired nurse, who feels like a grandma figure for sera... baow. accidental bad luck manifestation makes them get into an accident, guess who survives thru survival luck and who doesnt. yea....

so ... you may be thinking ... now what. WELL. she hears abt sua ... abt the Patch (one that she cldnt afford/get her hands onto) so she decides well. im sick of being the bad guy (accidentally) all the time, im sick of spiraling, im sick of my ability fluctuating. let me become a nurse and help out! maybe i'll finally get to use my power for proper good this time....

soooooo she tries to cheer up during her uni years. she gets more control over her ability but theres still lots to learn! her emotions still affect her deeply but its no longer THAAAAAAAAT bad.

her goals? become a v v v good nurse. gain complete control over her ability and use it w her job. help ppl w her power. find her mom. and... devious smile..... find her dad to k*ll him w the bad luck.

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ ability .

luck manip!!! she can give u good luck or bad luck!!! her eyes turn green when it's good luck & black when it's bad luck! she can touch u, look at u, think of u, it works either way! ofc, she can do more w a touch than w a thought!

she can make you get the luck you need to find your keys or to win the lottery! she can make you spill ur coffee all over ur new clothes or get u vvv sick! anything goes! if it's a casual ez kind of luck (keys, coffee), then she'll need a few moments to regain her energy. if its smth more extreme (lottery, sickness), she needs a few days (even up to a week), to recover!!! the more complex it is, the more it drains her energy!

it's all within d laws of physics & limits of 'reality' ! so she cant get you to magically materialize ur lost keys back and she cant spill invisible coffee on u! ALSO!!! this ability only works in like... idk.... a 100-200 miles radius!

her Survival Luck is also present n exists and she can (and has alrdy) managed to survive a bunch of extreme situations (see above)! however, the Way that she survives it.... out of her control fr.... cld be a scratch, cld be 5 broken bones, not up to sera!

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ brief personality .

she's v chill and looooooves helping people!!! not super hyper BUT still a fun girl nonetheless! not boring by any means despite being v toned down and lowkey!

DESPITE the previous bullet point, she is extremely afraid of getting attached to people and LET ALOOOOONE love them so she tries to keep everyone at arms length. why? obv bc of her ability and her fear of not being able to control it properly... she doesnt want another friend + grandma incident.

has a tendency to become mellow / nostalgic and can be caught overthinking... which she tries to do while on that nullivi .... ofc! LDFDFGJJ

ㅤㅤㅤ 𖹭 ㅤㅤㅤ plots .

a few friends????? a few foes?????? a few younger ppl @ yellow hall she's helped out as a resident advisor??? someone who tries to get close to her but shes ADAMANT on not letting that happen?

ppl affected by her good luck..... what abt ppl affected by her bad luck.... ooo swearing up and down that she didnt mean it and it was accidental... cld be true or not. ppl accusing her of using her powers when she didnt? OOOO what abt using the bad luck on a person that she was told was a bad person but sera was only manipulated into thinking soooooooo ooooooouuuuu

someone who's known her ever since she was a teenager? watching her go thru the whole spiral of bad luck??? maybe theyre older and even told her abt sua!!!

what if there's someone who jus doesnt believe that she has an ability? or they do and they think its a stupid one? NLKFJGN idk...

i kinda want lots of angst for her.... i think it'd be fitting.... lets put sera and ur muse thru the pain machine tgt!

THANK YOU FOR READING / SKIMMIN THRU THISSSSSSSSSS SMUAAAAAAAAAAAAACH!!

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Sansa VI (Chapter 68)

My little lollipop! 🥰

"He did not kill Joffrey, true, but the dwarf's hands are far from clean. He had a wife before you, did you know that?"

"He told me."

"And did he tell you that when he grew bored with her, he made a gift of her to his father's guardsmen? He might have done the same to you, in time. Shed no tears for the Imp, my lady."

Right off the bat we're told we should question everything Littlefinger says to Sansa.

"You'd have to be a fool to want to bed Selyse Florent," said Littlefinger. "Doubtless Patchface reminded her of Stannis. And the best lies contain within them nuggets of truth, enough to give a listener pause. - Tyrion III, ACOK

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"But . . . my lord, you said . . . you said we were sailing home."

"And there it stands, miserable as it is. My ancestral home. It has no name, I fear. A great lord's seat ought to have a name, wouldn't you agree? Winterfell, the Eyrie, Riverrun, those are castles. Lord of Harrenhal now, that has a sweet ring to it, but what was I before? Lord of Sheepshit and Master of the Drearfort? It lacks a certain something."

Was that supposed to look like Dreadfort?

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"You look distraught. Did you think we were making for Winterfell, sweetling? Winterfell has been taken, burned, and sacked. All those you knew and loved are dead. What northmen who have not fallen to the ironmen are warring amongst themselves. Even the Wall is under attack. Winterfell was the home of your childhood, Sansa, but you are no longer a child. You're a woman grown, and you need to make your own home."

Maybe she'll try that in her next chapter, you twat.

I love casual Wall references!

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"Wed?" Sansa was stunned. "You and my aunt?"

"The Lord of Harrenhal and the Lady of the Eyrie."

You said it was my mother you loved. But of course Lady Catelyn was dead, so even if she had loved Petyr secretly and given him her maidenhood, it made no matter now.

Family, Duty, Honor meant I could never have her hand. But she gave me something finer, a gift a woman can give but once. - Sansa V, ASOS

Three Sansa chapters in a row will address this.

Perhaps Littlefinger learns the truth, and Sansa gets to be the one who tells him.

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"Nothing says home like the smell of burning dung." Petyr turned to Sansa. "Grisel was my wet nurse, but she keeps my castle now. Umfred's my steward, and Bryen—didn't I name you captain of the guard the last time I was here?"

"You did, my lord. You said you'd be getting some more men too, but you never did. Me and the dogs stand all the watches."

Throughout the chapter Littlefinger is shown to have a warm relationship with all his staff.

Of course there's still hints of the real man behind the mask.

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The device painted on the shield was one Sansa did not know; a grey stone head with fiery eyes, upon a light green field. "My grandfather's shield," Petyr explained when he saw her gazing at it. "His own father was born in Braavos and came to the Vale as a sellsword in the hire of Lord Corbray, so my grandfather took the head of the Titan as his sigil when he was knighted."

I never noticed the grey stone head, and light green field!

A few pages earlier:

His grey-green eyes regarded her innocently.

A few paragraphs later:

He was studying her over his own goblet, his bright grey-green eyes full of . . . was it amusement?

Littlefinger's eyes!

(Sellsword Baelish used to serve Lord Corbray. I bet Lyn Corbray remembers that.)

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"Natural?" Sansa was aghast. "You mean, a bastard?"

"Well, you can scarcely be my trueborn daughter. I've never taken a wife, that's well known. What should you be called?"

"I . . . I could call myself after my mother . . ."

"Catelyn? A bit too obvious . . . but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it?"

In love with the mother, marries the sister, desires the daughter, wishes the daughter was his own blood, pretends the daughter is his own blood, names the daughter after his mother.

There isn't a psychologist on earth who could help this guy.

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"I have no gallant knights in my service, Alayne. Such a tale would draw unwanted questions as a corpse draws crows. It is rude to pry into the origins of a man's natural children, however."

Funny, Ned Stark was counting on the same.

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"Alayne . . . Stone, would it be?" When he nodded, she said, "But who is my mother?"

Funny, Jon Snow asks himself that same question all the time.

"I was teasing. Your mother was a gentlewoman of Braavos, daughter of a merchant prince. We met in Gulltown when I had charge of the port. She died giving you birth, and entrusted you to the Faith. I have some devotional books you can look over. Learn to quote from them. Nothing discourages unwanted questions as much as a flow of pious bleating. In any case, at your flowering you decided you did not wish to be a septa and wrote to me. That was the first I knew of your existence."

This makes Sansa a Catholic school girl, and if you've ever been around them, you know we've got some big problems now.

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Petyr cut a pomegranate in two with his dagger, offering half to Sansa. "You should try and eat, my lady."

"Thank you, my lord." Pomegranate seeds were so messy; Sansa chose a pear instead, and took a small delicate bite. It was very ripe. The juice ran down her chin.

That's a hard no on that pomegranate and your underworld.

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Lord Petyr loosened a seed with the point of his dagger. "You must miss your father terribly, I know. Lord Eddard was a brave man, honest and loyal . . . but quite a hopeless player." He brought the seed to his mouth with the knife. "In King's Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces."

"And I was a piece?" She dreaded the answer.

"Yes, but don't let that trouble you. You're still half a child. Every man's a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." He ate another seed.

[...]

Everyone wants something, Alayne. And when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him."

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. - Sansa V, ASOS

Yeah buddy, keep repeating this, while at the same time showing Sansa exactly what you want.

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Lord Petyr dismissed him with a wave, and returned to the pomegranate again as Oswell shuffled down the steps. "Tell me, Alayne—which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?"

"The hidden dagger."

"There's a clever girl."

If only someone had told Jon and Daenerys.

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"Did I say that?" Lord Petyr cut the blood orange in two with his dagger and offered half to Sansa. "The lads are far too treacherous to be part of any such scheme . . . and Osmund has become especially unreliable since he joined the Kingsguard. That white cloak does things to a man, I find. Even a man like him." He tilted his chin back and squeezed the blood orange, so the juice ran down into his mouth. "I love the juice but I loathe the sticky fingers," he complained, wiping his hands. "Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean."

Pomegranate seeds were so messy; Sansa chose a pear instead

That ain't no problem!

Ask someone else about the blood orange. It's too hard.

The lads are far too treacherous to be part of any such scheme

Lyn Corbray. Lyn Corbray! LYN CORBRAY.

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Sansa raised a hand to her mouth. "You cannot mean . . . she wanted to take me to Highgarden, to marry me to her grandson . . ."

"Gentle, pious, good-hearted Willas Tyrell. Be grateful you were spared, he would have bored you spitless. The old woman is not boring, though, I'll grant her that. A fearsome old harridan, and not near as frail as she pretends. When I came to Highgarden to dicker for Margaery's hand, she let her lord son bluster while she asked pointed questions about Joffrey's nature. I praised him to the skies, to be sure . . . whilst my men spread disturbing tales amongst Lord Tyrell's servants. That is how the game is played.

Littlefinger disparaging another Sansa suitor.

I'd like to know how we went from Littlefinger praising Joffrey to these two plotting his murder? George yada yada yada'd over the best part.

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"I also planted the notion of Ser Loras taking the white. Not that I suggested it, that would have been too crude. But men in my party supplied grisly tales about how the mob had killed Ser Preston Greenfield and raped the Lady Lollys, and slipped a few silvers to Lord Tyrell's army of singers to sing of Ryam Redwyne, Serwyn of the Mirror Shield, and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight. A harp can be as dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

"Mace Tyrell actually thought it was his own idea to make Ser Loras's inclusion in the Kingsguard part of the marriage contract. Who better to protect his daughter than her splendid knightly brother? And it relieved him of the difficult task of trying to find lands and a bride for a third son, never easy, and doubly difficult in Ser Loras's case.

"Be that as it may. Lady Olenna was not about to let Joff harm her precious darling granddaughter, but unlike her son she also realized that under all his flowers and finery, Ser Loras is as hot-tempered as Jaime Lannister. Toss Joffrey, Margaery, and Loras in a pot, and you've got the makings for kingslayer stew.

This is nipping at me.

Joff's spoiled and vain and I don't doubt that he's as cruel as you say, but Father forced him to name Loras to his Kingsguard before he would agree to the match. I shall have the finest knight in the Seven Kingdoms protecting me night and day, as Prince Aemon protected Naerys. So our little lion had best behave, hadn't he? - Sansa II, ASOS

Yet the more she thought about it all, the more she wondered. Joff might restrain himself for a few turns, perhaps as long as a year, but soon or late he will show his claws, and when he does . . . The realm might have a second Kingslayer, and there would be war inside the city, as the men of the lion and the men of the rose made the gutters run red. - Sansa II, ASOS

And that easily she passed from her father's protection to her husband's. But who will protect her from Joff? Tyrion glanced at the Knight of Flowers, standing with the other Kingsguard. You had best keep your sword well honed, Ser Loras. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

Why do we keep doing this? Even after he's dead we're revisiting it. This went absolutely nowhere. Loras and Joffrey were barely shown interacting.

Was this simply more motivation for Olenna to kill Joffrey (as if she needed more), or should I be thinking of any other hot-tempered brothers who like to protect their sisters from their husbands?

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Margaery will marry Tommen. She'll keep her queenly crown and her maidenhead, neither of which she especially wants, but what does that matter?

Weird.

I don't doubt Margaery couldn't care less about a crown, but when has it ever been suggested she's especially eager to have sex?

She married a gay guy, an 8-year-old child, and resists being seduced.

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"Sweet Petyr, I've missed you so, you don't know, you can't know. Yohn Royce has been stirring up all sorts of trouble, demanding that I call my banners and go to war. And the others all swarm around me, Hunter and Corbray and that dreadful Nestor Royce, all wanting to wed me and take my son to ward, but none of them truly love me. Only you, Petyr. I've dreamed of you so long."

"And I of you, my lady." He slid an arm around behind her and kissed her on the neck. "How soon can we be wed?"

"Now," said Lady Lysa, sighing. "I've brought my own septon, and a singer, and mead for the wedding feast."

Sansa's about to witness an impromptu wedding orchestrated by the bride, and I think that's marvelous.

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"Here?" That did not please him. "I'd sooner wed you at the Eyrie, with your whole court in attendance."

"Poo to my court. I have waited so long, I could not bear to wait another moment." She put her arms around him. "I want to share your bed tonight, my sweet. I want us to make another child, a brother for Robert or a sweet little daughter."

Blink and you'll miss it.

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When it was time for the bedding, her knights carried her up to the tower, stripping her as they went and shouting bawdy jests. Tyrion spared me that, Sansa remembered. It would not have been so bad being undressed for a man she loved, by friends who loved them both. By Joffrey, though . . . She shuddered.

Bad news Sansa, I was just in your tag and it turns out love isn't in the cards for you.

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He put a sympathetic arm about her shoulders.

He was studying her over his own goblet, his bright grey-green eyes full of . . . was it amusement? Or something else? Sansa was not certain.

By the time they had gotten him into the tower and out of his clothes, the other women were flushed, with laces unlaced, kirtles crooked, and skirts in disarray. But Littlefinger only smiled at Sansa as they marched him up to the bedchamber where his lady wife was waiting.

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Lady Lysa and Lord Petyr had the third-story bedchamber to themselves, but the tower was small . . . and true to her word, her aunt screamed. It had begun to rain outside, driving the feasters into the hall one floor below, so they heard most every word. "Petyr," her aunt moaned. "Oh, Petyr, Petyr, sweet Petyr, oh oh oh. There, Petyr, there. That's where you belong." Lady Lysa's singer launched into a bawdy version of "Milady's Supper," but even his singing and playing could not drown out Lysa's cries. "Make me a baby, Petyr," she screamed, "make me another sweet little baby. Oh, Petyr, my precious, my precious, PEEEEEETYR!" Her last shriek was so loud that it set the dogs to barking, and two of her aunt's ladies could scarce contain their mirth.

If I'm reading it, you're reading it.

(Blink and you'll miss it.)

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The memory of her own wedding night with Tyrion was much with her. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers, he had said. I could be good to you. But that was only another Lannister lie. A dog can smell a lie, you know, the Hound had told her once. She could almost hear the rough rasp of his voice. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They're all liars here, and every one better than you.

Hun, I need you to take a second and realize this applies to Littlefinger.

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Sansa found Bryen's old blind dog in her little alcove beneath the steps, and lay down next to him. He woke and licked her face. "You sad old hound," she said, ruffling his fur.

Yes he is.

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"And very beautiful. All night I have been making songs for you in my head. A lay for your eyes, a ballad for your lips, a duet to your breasts. I will not sing them, though. They were poor things, unworthy of such beauty." He sat on her bed and put his hand on her leg. "Let me sing to you with my body instead."

She caught a whiff of his breath. "You're drunk."

"I never get drunk. Mead only makes me merry. I am on fire." His hand slipped up to her thigh. "And you as well."

"Unhand me. You forget yourself."

"Mercy. I have been singing love songs for hours. My blood is stirred. And yours, I know . . . there's no wench half so lusty as one bastard born. Are you wet for me?"

"I'm a maiden," she protested.

"Truly? Oh, Alayne, Alayne, my fair maid, give me the gift of your innocence. You will thank the gods you did. I'll have you singing louder than the Lady Lysa."

Sansa jerked away from him, frightened. "If you don't leave me, my au—my father will hang you. Lord Petyr."

"Littlefinger?" He chuckled. "Lady Lysa loves me well, and I am Lord Robert's favorite. If your father offends me, I will destroy him with a verse." He put a hand on her breast, and squeezed. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes. You wouldn't want them ripped, I know. Come, sweet lady, heed your heart—"

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Sansa heard the soft sound of steel on leather. "Singer," a rough voice said, "best go, if you want to sing again." The light was dim, but she saw a faint glimmer of a blade.

The singer saw it too. "Find your own wench—" The knife flashed, and he cried out. "You cut me!"

"I'll do worse, if you don't go."

And quick as that, Marillion was gone. The other remained, looming over Sansa in the darkness. "Lord Petyr said watch out for you." It was Lothor Brune's voice, she realized. Not the Hound's, no, how could it be? Of course it had to be Lothor . . .

Oh wow, a knight that rescues her from being raped, and doesn't try to do the same thing half a book later. Our girl is being spoiled.

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That night Sansa scarcely slept at all, but tossed and turned just as she had aboard the Merling King. She dreamt of Joffrey dying, but as he clawed at his throat and the blood ran down across his fingers she saw with horror that it was her brother Robb. And she dreamed of her wedding night too, of Tyrion's eyes devouring her as she undressed. Only then he was bigger than Tyrion had any right to be, and when he climbed into the bed his face was scarred only on one side. "I'll have a song from you," he rasped, and Sansa woke and found the old blind dog beside her once again. "I wish that you were Lady," she said.

Just so we're clear:

Sansa is sexually assaulted by Marillion, then dreams of Joffrey who liked to sexually assault her, then dreams of her forced marriage to Tyrion, who sexually assaulted her on their wedding night, then dreams of the Hound climbing into her bed, like the time he almost raped her during the Battle of the Blackwater.

A lot of stupid people think this is positive foreshadowing.

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Petyr yanked on the other boot. "I've had about as much home as I can stomach. We'll leave for the Eyrie this afternoon." He kissed his lady wife and licked a smear of honey off her lips, then headed down the steps.

We're off to the honeycomb!

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Sansa stood by the foot of the bed while her aunt ate a pear and studied her. "I see it now," the Lady Lysa said, as she set the core aside. "You look so much like Catelyn."

"It's kind of you to say so."

"It was not meant as flattery. If truth be told, you look too much like Catelyn. Something must be done. We shall darken your hair before we bring you back to the Eyrie, I think."

Darken my hair? "If it please you, Aunt Lysa."

"You must not call me that. No word of your presence here must be allowed to reach King's Landing. I do not mean to have my son endangered." She nibbled the corner of a honeycomb. "I have kept the Vale out of this war. Our harvest has been plentiful, the mountains protect us, and the Eyrie is impregnable. Even so, it would not do to draw Lord Tywin's wroth down upon us."

I promise you Lysa doesn't want Sansa's hair colour changed to keep her better hidden.

Our harvest has been plentiful! Getting that in early.

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"Jon Arryn was no dwarf, but he was old. You may not think so to see me now, but on the day we wed I was so lovely I put your mother to shame. But all Jon desired was my father's swords, to aid his darling boys. I should have refused him, but he was such an old man, how long could he live? Half his teeth were gone, and his breath smelled like bad cheese. I cannot abide a man with foul breath. Petyr's breath is always fresh . . . he was the first man I ever kissed, you know. My father said he was too lowborn, but I knew how high he'd rise.

Catelyn said the same thing. The difference? She included a but.

"I knew he would rise high," Catelyn said. "He was always clever, even as a boy, but it is one thing to be clever and another to be wise. I wonder what the years have done to him." - Catelyn IV, AGOT

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Jon did his duty in the bedchamber, but he could no more give me pleasure than he could give me children. His seed was old and weak. All my babies died but Robert, three girls and two boys.

[...]

"He is eight. And not robust. But such a good boy, so bright and clever. He will be a great man, Alayne. The seed is strong, my lord husband said before he died. His last words.

Sure thing, crazy.

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"Whores." Lysa released her wrist. "Of course he did. What woman would bed such a creature, but for gold? I should have killed the Imp when he was in my power, but he tricked me. He is full of low cunning, that one. His sellsword slew my good Ser Vardis Egen. Catelyn should not have brought him here, I told her that. She made off with our uncle too. That was wrong of her. The Blackfish was my Knight of the Gate, and since he left us the mountain clans are growing very bold.

Maybe we should ask Tysha? Where did she go?

The mountain clans are growing bold! I don't know, I feel like this keeps getting thrown at me.

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"I knew that boy Joffrey. He used to call my Robert cruel names, and once he slapped him with a wooden sword. A man will tell you poison is dishonorable, but a woman's honor is different. The Mother shaped us to protect our children, and our only dishonor is in failure. You'll know that, when you have a child."

Olenna and Lysa used poison, okay? Alright? Was that loud enough?

Feels like Cersei needs to make it three. That's a fun trio.

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You'll know that, when you have a child."

"A child?" said Sansa, uncertainly.

Lysa waved a hand negligently. "Not for many years. You are too young to be a mother. One day you shall want children, though. Just as you will want to marry."

Hilarious, for two reasons.

Alayne's going to be forced into the role of mother rather quickly.

He cuddled close and laid his head between her breasts. "Alayne? Are you my mother now?"

"I suppose I am," she said. - Sansa I, AFFC

2. Uh... so... you know...

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How would you like to marry your cousin, the Lord Robert?

Jon IX -> -> ->

She punched him. "That's vile. Would you bed your sister?" - Jon III, ASOS

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It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love.

Jon IX -> -> ->

"By right Winterfell should go to my sister Sansa." - Jon I, ADWD

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He is eight. And not robust. But such a good boy, so bright and clever. He will be a great man, Alayne.

I just realized both Sansa and Margaery are being paired with 8-year-old kids.

One marriage happens, while the other doesn't. Does that mean one kid survives, while the other doesn't?

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I see no reason why you should not be wed as soon as we know that your Lannister husband is dead. A secret wedding, to be sure.

Jon IX -> -> ->

His account introduces a young maiden, or "wolf girl" as he dubs her, with the name of Sara Snow. So smitten was Prince Jacaerys with this creature, a bastard daughter of the late Lord Rickon Stark, that he lay with her of a night. On learning that his guest had claimed the maidenhead of his bastard sister, Lord Cregan became most wroth, and only softened when Sara Snow told him that the prince had taken her for his wife. They had spoken their vows in Winterfell’s own godswood before a heart tree, and only then had she given herself to him, wrapped in furs amidst the snows as the old gods looked on. - Fire & Blood

+.+.+

You and Robert can be wed the next day, won't that be joyous? It will be good for him to have a little companion. He played with Vardis Egen's boy when we first returned to the Eyrie, and my steward's sons as well, but they were much too rough and I had no choice but to send them away.

Bran isn't rough!

We'll speak to Rickon.

+.+.+

"Robert has weak eyes, but he loves to be read to," Lady Lysa confided. "He likes stories about animals the best. Do you know the little song about the chicken who dressed as a fox? I sing him that all the time, he never grows tired of it.

Was it a red fox named Lysa?

+.+.+

You are well born, and the Starks of Winterfell were always proud, but Winterfell has fallen and you are really just a beggar now, so put that pride aside.

Yeah? Beggar?

Lysa's had a difficult life, so I'm going to stop myself from being petty, and pointing out she's the second-born daughter, who got herself knocked up by a lowborn shitbag who loved someone else.

+.+.+

Gratitude will better become you, in your present circumstances. Yes, and obedience. My son will have a grateful and obedient wife.

No. :D

Final thoughts:

I somehow always forget Littlefinger was born in the Vale, not the riverlands. How in the world did he end up at Riverrun?

Don't tell me, I don't actually care.

-> return to menu <-

#operation stumpy re-read #asos #sansa vi

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anthony1233 · 1 year

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2023 Application Guide for Chinese Government Scholarship - High Level Postgraduate Program in FMU

To deepen mutual understanding and friendship between the Chinese people and the people of other countries, and to develop exchanges and cooperation between China and the rest of the world in various fields, the Chinese government has set up a series of scholarship programs to sponsor international students, teachers and scholars to study and conduct research in Chinese universities. Fujian Medical University (hereinafter referred to as “FMU”) is an institution qualified to recruit the Chinese Government Scholarship applicants. The “High Level Postgraduate program” of Chinese Government Scholarship (here in after referred to as “High Level Program”) aims to select international students with excellent academic background, professional ability and future development potential.

Fujian Medical University (hereinafter referred to as “FMU”) is an institution qualified to recruit the Chinese Government Scholarship applicants.

The “High Level Postgraduate program” of Chinese Government Scholarship (here in after referred to as “High Level Program”) aims to select international students with excellent academic background, professional ability and future development potential.

I. Supporting Categories and Duration

Postgraduates (Master/Doctoral Degree):3years

II. Majors and Instruction Language

Majors: Clinical Medicine, Basic Medicine, Stomatology, Pharmaceutical Science, Public Health and Preventive Medicine, Medical Technology, Nursing, Public management,

Instruction Language: English or Chinese

Check more programs in Fujian Medical University

III. Admission Seats

10 seats (Application deadline: 31 January 2023)

IV. Scholarship Coverage

Full scholarship covers tuition, accommodation, comprehensive medical insurance and stipend.

V. Eligibility

To be eligible, an applicant must:

(I) be a non-Chinese citizen and in good health both mentally and physically, and hold a valid ordinary passport.

(II) be a bachelor’s degree holder under the age of 35 when applying for master’s programs.

(III)be a master’s degree holder under the age of 40 when applying

for doctoral programs.

(IV) obtain a minimum score of 210 in HSK (Level 4) when applying for Chinese-taught master’s programs or doctoral programs. Those who have obtained a degree from a Chinese university using Chinese as the language of instruction are exempt from providing HSK score report.

(V) obtain a minimum score of 6.0 in Academic IELTS or 70 in TOEFL iBT (Internet based) when applying for English-taught master’s programs or doctoral programs. Applicants whose first or official language is English or who have taken a degree program taught in English are exempt from providing the above certificate of English proficiency.

VI. Application Documents

(I) Application Form for Chinese Government Scholarship (filled in online).

(II) A scanned copy of Passport Information Page. An applicant shall submit a clear scanned copy of the information page of his/her passport that will not expire on or before September 1, 2023. Renew the passport if the requirement is not met.

(III) Notarized degree certificates, in scanned files. Applicants who have not graduated by the time of application are required to provide an official letter from their current university stating the expected graduation date.

(IV) Academic transcripts, in scanned files. Master’s program applicants are required to submit undergraduate transcripts. Doctoral program applicants are required to submit both undergraduate and graduate transcripts. These transcripts shall be issued and sealed by the attending university’s relevant office/department.

(V) Certificate of language proficiency. When applying for a Chinese-taught program, an applicant shall provide a valid HSK (Level 4) score report. When applying for an English-taught program, an applicant shall provide a valid English proficiency certificate (TOEFL 70+ /IELTS 6.0+).

(VI) A Pre-Acceptance Letter from the supervisor of FMU and a Pre-Admission Letter issued by the Overseas Education College of FMU.

(VII) A study or research plan (no less than 1,000 words /character). The plan for doctoral program shall be signed by the supervisor of FMU.

(VIII) Two recommendation letters from professors or associate professors. These letters shall describe the applicant’s objectives of learning in China, comprehensive abilities, and evaluation of future growth (signature and contact information are necessary).

(IX) Published academic articles or original work(when applying for doctoral programs).

(X) A photocopy of the Foreigner Physical Examination Form completed in English (the original copy shall be kept by the applicant). The form is designed by the Chinese quarantine authority. The physical examinations must cover all the items listed in the Foreigner Physical Examination Form. Incomplete records or those without the signature of the attending physician, the official stamp of the hospital, or a sealed photograph of the applicants are invalid. Please select the appropriate time to take a physical examination as the result is valid for only 6 months. (see the attachment)

(XI) Non-criminal record report. The applicant shall submit a valid certificate of Non-Criminal Record issued by the local public security authority, usually issued within 6 months prior to the submission date of the application.

(XII) Other supporting documents (e.g. certificate of work or internship, award, publications, etc.).

Note: If your documents are not in English or Chinese, please have them translated into either English or Chinese by an authorized translation agency. Then upload both the translated and original documents onto the application system. Uploaded supporting documents must be clear, authentic and valid. Applicants are recommended to use a professional device to scan the relevant documents. Applicants shall bear the consequences caused by unclear or unidentifiable uploaded materials.

VII. How to Apply

The “Program Category” is Type B. The “Agency Number” of Fujian Medical University is 10392.

VIII. Admissionand Registration

(I) Initial Review. FMU will have an initial review of the applicant's identity, educational background, language ability, health condition and non-criminal record, etc.;

(II) Academic Review. Then the applicants pass the initial review, the relevant teaching school/department of FMU will conduct an academic review for applicants to comprehensively assess their academic background, scientific research ability, potential, attitude towards China and language proficiency.

(III) Pre-admission. A pre-admission letter will be issued to the qualified applicants and then needs to be uploaded to CSC online application system;

(IV) Final Admission. CSC will review qualifications and application documents of candidates nominated by FMU, and decide the final list of scholarship winners, and FMU will send Admission Letter and Visa Application Form for Study in China(JW201) to scholarship recipients.

(V) Registration. In early September annually(subject to Admission Letter). Upon receiving the admission notice, applicant shall register at FMU within stipulated time with all original application materials. Those who are unable to register punctually and without approval of deferred registration by FMU will be deemed as giving up the admission and the scholarship will not be retained.

Note: If the applicant conceals relevant information or provides false materials, the Chinese government scholarship will be cancelled upon discovery, and all the consequences will be borne by the applicant.

IX. Others

(I) Applicants who immigrate from China to foreign countries, shall hold valid foreign passports or certificate of nationality documents for no less than 4 years, and have a record of actual residence abroad for more than 2 years (9 months actual residence abroad in a year can be calculated as one year, subject to entry and exit date stamps) in the last 4 years (before April 30 of the enrollment year). In case of the above situation,the applicant shall provide relevant documents for verification of citizenship status by FMU and the Exit and Entry Administration Department.

(II) Chinese Government Scholarship students are not allowed to enjoy other scholarships (excluding lump-sum rewards) established by Chinese government and FMU. Once found out, their eligibility of Chinese government scholarship shall be cancelled and the Chinese government scholarship already received shall be refunded. Those who intentionally conceal their financial support shall not be allowed to apply for Chinese government scholarships in three years, in addition to being disqualified.

(III) Scholarship students are not allowed to change their institutions as well as their academic programs or the duration of study specified in the Admission Letter.

(IV) Applicants for the Master’s Professional Degree in Clinical Medicine, Stomatology must be taught in Chinese and have a minimum score of 210 on the HSK Test (Level 4).

(V) Chinese-taught postgraduates must pass HSK (Level 5) before graduation. Those who fail to do so shall not be allowed to graduate. English-taught postgraduates must pass HSK (Level 3) before graduation. Those who fail to do so shall not be allowed to graduate.

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alice-angel12x · 3 years

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Vil x Reader x Neige pt.2

The VDC festival is coming soon and Vil was hard at work to perfect his perfect team. As Y/n sat in the judge's seat and drew in their sketchbook, Ace commented on how Y/n wasn't even paying attention.

"Ace, your form was horrible, and you were a few seconds behind everyone else," Y/n said as they looked up from their book.

"Y/n is right rooky #1," Vil said as he tried to fix Ace's stance," Y/n could you be a dear and get us some water?"

"Alright," Y/n smiled as they got up from their seat and left the ballroom.

"Guys check this out, that bird brain is a really good artist," Grimm said as he flipped through Y/n's book.

"H-hey Grimm doesn't do that," Yuu panicked as he pulled the book away.

"Wow, Grimm was right. That birdbrain really is an artist," Ace said as he grabbed the book.

"Wow, they really have an eye for detail," Kalim awed.

"Yes, our monsieur le Roi du Ciel is extremely talented. They are well on their way to being a master artist. Such a rare beauty," Rook smiled.

"This book is almost filled with drawings of Vil," Deuce commented.

"That's because Monsieur le Roi du Ciel's muse is the beautiful Vil himself. And I believe Vil enjoys that," Rook whispered to the group.

"Rook, Stop spilling such rubbish," Vil sighed as continued to admire Y/n's work.

As the group flipped through the pages filled with drawings of Vil, they soon came to an almost finished drawing of Y/n and Neige. A photo reference was clipped at the corner. Vil gasped silently as his body tensed in jealousy, he glared at the filtered photo of his Y/n being all close and friendly with his rival.

'Neige, why must you always be the one to take everything from me?!' Vil growled to himself. _________

As Y/n grabbed a bottled water from the vending machine, they felt their Phone vibrate in their pocket. Pulled out their phone, they quickly recognized that it was Neige.

"Hello Neige," Y/n smiled as they held the phone between their ear and shoulder.

"Hi, Y/n. Sorry if I'm calling at the worst time, but I just really wanted to talk to you again," Neige said from the other side.

"Neige, we hung out a week ago, and VDC is coming soon, And your Career keeps you busy," Y/n smiled.

"I just really miss You. Do you think it's possible to hang out again?" Neige asked.

"I don't know. Hey, why don't we hang out at VDC, and check out the stalls before the performances start?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah I would like that, but there is a practice I have to attend to first. Meet there at the Purple stage?" Neige asked.

"Yeah, I'll see you then," Y/n smiled as they hung up.

___________

Neige sighed as he laid on his bed after the call, he could feel his heart flutter at the sound Of Y/n's voice so close to his ear. Neige smiled as he looked through Y/n's magical account to see if they posted any new works and videos. As he looked through at all of Y/n's beautiful work, something caught his attention. It was a photo that was posted a couple of days ago. In it was Y/n, sitting on a chair, holding a finished portrait painting of Vil. Behind Y/n was Vil himself, as he was resting his forearms on Y/n's shoulders.

Neige's eyes soon landed on the description.

I was lucky enough that the beautiful Vil Schoenheit was willing to lend me some of his time to make this lovely painting of him. I'm glad I was able to work with the fairest.

Something about that made Neige's heart sink a little as he reread the words over. He held the photo of him and Y/n close to his chest as he felt his heartache.

"I'm sure they're my prince charming," he mumbled to himself.

___________

"Vil and Neige had been acting strange, well maybe a bit off as of late. Vil for one has been a bit cold to me as of late. He didn't even want me drawing. He didn't even really want to look at me, while Neige has ghosted me completely. And I don't even know why," Y/n sighed as they ate their salad," And after the final practice, Neige didn't even want to hang out as we planned.

"Maybe, cause the VDC stress is getting to them. So they are mostly focusing on their performances," Yuu suggested.

"That may be the case," Y/n sighed.

Y/n was ordered to create the VDC trophy for the event, they would even be the ones to hand the winners the trophy as well. The two quickly ran to the purple stage for the last practice before the real deal, Team vil became a well-oiled machine and their song was amazing.

"You all Did amazing you guys," Y/n smiled as they handed them a bottle of Epel's apple juice.

They all happily thanked them, while Vil Merely passed Y/n, and ignoring them. Y/n sighed sadly as he made room for Neige and his friends to pass, Y/n smiled as Neige smiled back, but quickly turned to leave unusually quickly.

"Are you alright Y/n?" Yuu asked.

"I-I think I'm gonna go and add final touches to the trophy I made for the VDC," Y/n said sadly," I know when I'm not wanted."

__________

As Y/n made final touches to the VDC trophy, they suddenly heard a shatter outside their waiting room. Y/n opened the door only for a dark green and purple mist to seep into the room. The moment they breathed in the mist, his lungs burned with every breath as they coughed violently. They held their breath and ran through the mist to see Yuu, Grimm, Kalim, and Rook caught in the same poisonous mist.

"You guy's what Happened?!" Y/n called out through his sleeves.

"Roi du Ciel! Don't come this way!" Rook warned.

Y/n froze in place in place as he took in Rook's warning. Yet as they stood there in the mist, they get a chilling presence staring down at them. They slowly turned to see an overblot Vil Schoenheit floating above him. Chill's ran down his spine as his instincts kicked in, as he jumped away, but vil quickly grabbed their wing and slammed them to the wall.

Y/n groaned in pain from the attack on his body and lunges as the Overblot creature lifted Y/n by their collar.

"V-Vil?! W-what happened to you," Y/n coughed.

"Why would you betray me like that, my artist," Vil growled.

"Wha-What are you talking about?" Y/n chocked.

"Was I not enough!? So much so that your eyes wandered to my enemy, Neige," Vil seethed with anger.

"What does he have to do with-"

"You were mine first! What does he have that I don't, why must he take everything from me!" Vil interrupted as he growled at the frightened siren.

Black spots start to consume their vision, as they grew weak and dangled from Vil's grip. Y/n's breathing started to become more and more shallow as he stared up at the still beautiful vil, as they weakly lifted their hand and softly caressed Vil's cheek.

"So...Beautiful," Y/n chocked out before passing out.

"Don't YOU DARE DECEIVE ME!" Vil shouted, as his hand trembled.

Vil trembled as all sorts of emotions flowed through him. Anger, jealousy, sorrow, and joy flowed through his veins as the poison mist grew more and more toxic, from all his intense conflicting emotions. So much so that the very mist ate away at Y/n's beautiful feathers, leaving all but the alula and marginal covert feathers.

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Neige had a massive headache when he came to, one moment he was chatting with Vil, and the next thing he knew he was standing in front of a crowd of his fans. So with much assistance, he was eventually escorted back to the purple stage, only to see a horrible sight in front of him. Paramedics and nurses were rushing about a patient who was being lifted onto a gurney. Neige's heart dropped as he recognized the victim, Y/n.

"Y/N!!" Neige called out as he ran to their side.

He gasped in horror at the sight of them; they were so pale and their wings were burned away. Tears welled up in his eyes as he was them lay unconscious in the gurney with a ventilator mask over his mouth.

"Excuse me sir, but we need to get this student to a hospital right away," Said a nurse as they filled Y/n into the ambulance.

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Part 1 here

Alternate endings

Neige ending

Vil ending.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #neige #neige leblanche #neige x reader #mha x reader

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prncesselene · 3 years

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I can’t get enough of kanthony fics at the moment so I was v excited to see that you’re taking prompts 🤩 I know it’s been done loads, but I just adore protective!anthony fics after the carriage incident and would love to read your interpretation of it 🥺 loved your last kanthony drabble btw 💓

ahh thank you anon! 🥺i’m glad you’ve been enjoying!

i hope you enjoy this very soft, domestic take on protective!anthony hehe

(ao3)

Kate felt Anthony before she saw him.

She hadn’t yet opened her eyes, her body still clinging stubbornly to the very last bits of sleep that were left, when she felt the warm press of his lips against her forehead.

“Good morning,” he murmured.

She could smell the fresh biscuits and preserves that Anthony had brought into the room on a silver tray, much like he had done everyday for the past week or so since the accident.

There were few things Kate enjoyed about being confined to her bed as her ankle slowly healed, but one thing was true: her husband was a very, very good nurse.

Kate hummed indulgently, pulling the covers close to her as she watched him set up a tray with her breakfast, strikingly handsome in the morning light. “Good morning.”

He was only half-dressed himself in a shirt and waistcoat, his neck bare and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. She loved seeing him like this, at ease and relaxed. As though the two of them were the only people in the world.

In this tiny world they'd created in their bedroom as she healed, it almost felt like they were.

They had both needed to adjust, in the first few days after the accident. The pain had been most severe then, and Anthony had been beside himself with worry, slipping spoonfuls of laudanum into her mouth every few hours and verifying with any professional that would lend an ear that her ankle was the only issue. Anthony had made it very clear that he was to be Kate’s caretaker, and as such it was up to him to see to her daily needs.

Soon enough, the pain had settled into something slightly more manageable, and thus their new routine had formed.

“Tea?”

“Please,” she said, sitting up and dabbing at her face with the washcloth on the table closest to her. Anthony had set up a makeshift desk near her side of the bed, and that was where the tray was currently located.

Kate smiled as she watched Anthony wordlessly pour her a cup, setting it on a tiny dish with biscuits, just the way she liked it.

Oh, he believed himself the rogue, absolutely. And there was surely a time when Kate would have enthusiastically agreed. But the more she came to understand him — the more they came to understand each other — the clearer it became to Kate that while it might have been the persona he’d chosen to show the world, the person within was wholly kind and generous. One that only a lucky few were able to truly see.

“Here we are,” he said, taking the tray and placing it on her lap. “What would you like first?”

Kate bit her lip, smiling up at him. "You know, if I recall correctly, it was only my ankle that was injured," she said, waving her hands in a show of their dexterity. "I can feed myself."

Anthony tsked. "Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. It is of the utmost importance that you rest as much as possible."

When he raised a biscuit to her mouth she took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “Now, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you just enjoy the idea of feeding me.”

“I’ll happily admit it, so long as you don’t tell my secrets.” He winked at her with a charm and suavity that she was sure had made many a young lady weak in the knees in the past — only now, they were reserved just for her.

“My lips are sealed,” she smiled, leaning over to kiss him.

After breakfast had been cleared away and Kate had changed into a new shift, the two of them took their places: Kate lying on the bed, her foot raised while she tried to read or embroider or answer correspondence; Anthony at his makeshift desk, his concentration torn between any important documents he’d brought from his study and Kate’s comfort.

It was almost amusing: if she so much as sighed too despondently, he was up in an instant, asking if there was anything she needed, if the pain was alright, what he might do to make her feel better.

Most of the time, everything was fine — but Kate would have been lying if she claimed not to use this condition to her advantage.

For example, if she dropped pillows so that he might get up and replace them, guaranteeing that he might kiss her upon their replacement, well… she couldn’t very well be blamed for that.

And if she groaned about pain even when there was none so that he would adorably furrow his brow in worry and concentration, massaging her leg briefly to assuage her discomfort, it was merely her right as a patient, she believed.

Anthony was spending all of his time there, after all. He needed to feel useful. Really, she was doing him a favor.

At least, that was what she told herself.

“Anthony,” she mumbled, capturing his hand. “Would you…”

He stood up before she could get the words out, his hands ruffling the pillows behind her and mindlessly resting on her shoulders. “Yes? What do you need?”

She placed her book down in her lap, pouting in an act of meek helplessness. “I’ve grown tired of reading alone. Would you mind reading to me instead?”

He took the book from her and studied the title. “And this is a medical necessity?”

Kate smiled sweetly. “Indeed.”

She knew he wasn’t entirely fooled — never was, if she were being honest — and he seemed to know that she knew, but that didn’t stop him from taking a seat by her side anyways and opening the book to where she had last opened it.

“The night was dark and stormy as Mrs. Eversham’s carriage rattled away from the bustling streets of London…”

As he read, Kate had to admit that she wasn’t really paying attention to the contents of the novel.

How could she, when there was so much else to focus on — Anthony’s concentrated stare as he read, the way his lips moved to form the words on the page, the movement of his bare neck whenever he swallowed or spoke. That was much more entertaining than whatever was happening in the book.

When he was finished he snapped the book shut, bringing Kate back to reality and drawing her gaze away from his forearms — they were lethal, really, it wasn’t at all fair — before turning towards her.

“How was that? Did I do well?” He asked, looking a little bit like Newton when he was looking for a treat.

“You did wonderfully,” she beamed, pulling him closer to her. “So wonderfully, in fact, that I think you deserve a reward.”

“Oh?”

“Not just for the reading, I suppose,” she bit her lip, shifting and dragging him down so that he was sitting on the bed next to her. “But for everything, really… taking care of me, staying by my side everyday. You do know you don’t have to do all of that, don’t you? We have a lot of help.”

“As if I would ever let anyone else try,” he said. His hand moved to cradle her chin. “You might be surprised to hear this, Kate, but I do this — work beside you, read to you, feed you, entertain your fancies and tricks — because I enjoy spending time with you, even if we aren’t doing anything special. Just existing with you is enough.”

His fingers were running soft circles around her waist, the thin fabric of her shift doing little to mitigate the intoxicating feeling. “And taking care of you is my first priority, of course.”

Kate felt her chest grow warm. The accident had been a most unfortunate event, but ever since it had happened — ever since Anthony had told her he loved her — it was like they had gotten married all over again. Now that they could both bask freely in this new, beautiful thing that perfumed the air and sweetened pastries, making the grass a little greener and the sky a bit bluer.

“What would I do without you?” Kate whispered, more to herself than to him.

“Continue to be a plague on society, most likely,” he grinned, leaning over so that he was lying next to her on the bed and snaking an arm around her waist, very careful not to hurt her ankle. “It’s a good thing I'm here to keep you in line. Master of the house, and all that.”

“You wish,” she scoffed, pushing him away from her gently, only for him to cling to her tighter. “I will continue to be a plague upon society, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.”

“I know,” he said, planting a kiss on her brow. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Kate leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes. Perhaps they might take a nap; they were certainly at their leisure to do so.

“Now, about that reward…”

She grinned. “The reward is— well, I was going to let you choose. Is there anything you’d like in particular?”

“I can think of a few things,” he murmured, kissing his way down her neck. “How much time do we have?”

Kate giggled when he reached a particularly ticklish spot. “All the time in the world, I suppose.”

#bridgerton #bridgerton fic #kate x anthony #kathony #kanthony #anonymous #delaniewrites #is my domesticity kink showing

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libertytm · 3 years

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V E R S E I N F O R M A T I O N

true name: stephen rogerus current alias: steven rogers place of birth: york, england year of birth: 1069 a.d. year of first death: 1099 a.d. preferred weapon: a xIIa two-handed longsword & pavise shield special skills: expert level swordsman, master tactician, high pain threshold significant romantic history: romance with maeve ( 1105 - present ), romance with ámðra sigmond ( 1312 - present ), romance with jason toussaint ( 1829 - present )

biography: stephen was born to danish family living in york just before william the conqueror obliterated the countryside to squash an uprising in the winter of 1069. this would later be recorded in the domesday book as the harrying of the north. as an orphan at just 6 months old, stephen is taken in by a knight named joseph rogerus, who served king william. he is raised as a page in joseph’s household, coming to know him and his wife sarah as surrogate parents. he struggles with illness during his childhood and he believes he owes his life to sarah, who was a nurse in service of the king’s court. with brutal determination and strength of will, stephen overcomes the challenges of his health and is taught the knight’s code of chivalry, as well as trained in the art of the sword, bow, and horseback riding. joseph is killed in 1083 during the first year or the four-year long siege of sainte-suzanne, and while sarah begs king william to let her keep stephen with her, her plea falls on deaf ears. during the next warm season of 1084, just shy of his 15th birthday, stephen is sent as a squire to the household of alan rufas. the richest and most powerful landowner aside from the king, ruling north yorkshire as his own province. without children of his own, rufus takes a shine to the young squire and ensures his continued training is above reproach. by the time of his dubbing ceremony as a full fledged knight in 1090, at the age of 21, stephen is the most skilled warrior in northern england, tested in combat and sport, and proven unequalled among his peers and superiors. he stays as a knight to rufus for five years before hearing tales of pope urban ii’s decree asking for faithful servants to join the first crusade to re-take the city of jerusalem. he travels to frace in 1095 and joins the ranks of the burgeoning templar order before beginning the long pilgrimage to the holy city. it’s during this time that he’s involved in various conflicts and historical events; the battle of nicaea, the ambush at dorylaeum, the battle of montgisarda, a visit to the first templar state of edessa, the battle of antioch, and the discovery of the holy lance. stephen is killed for the first time just before the successful capture of the city of jerusalem by the knights templar. he falls to a volley of arrows and awakens later covered under a funeral cloth, disoriented and confused, mind filled with dreams of angelic creatures he’d never seen before. [ to be continued. ]

#VMAEVED #AHMORA #OFREVIVAL #long post //#AUV XVII. FOREVER IS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS.

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collegeessayguy · 4 years

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This list was compiled by my screenwriter friends Ed and Whit. Thanks, y’all.

Need more fun ideas? Hopefully this helps. Check out Part 2 here.

TO DO

Learn how to cook. From Michelin-starred chef, Massimo Bottura. He hosts an online cooking class on his Instagram and Christopher Kimball’s Milk Street has made its online cooking class free through April 30th.

Live Yoga Classes!

How about origami! One of my favorite skills learned as a child was origami. But my friend Becky had to teach me in person! And we all know “in person” is stupid now. Let’s learn online! It’s free.

Another thing I loved as a kid were Rebus puzzles — those visual word puzzles which hide common phrases. There are hundreds of them on the bottom of this website but make sure to do them in order because they list the answers to the last set on top of the current set.

Have a picnic indoors. Get a video of the outdoors and throw it up on your TV. Then, on your computer or phone, bring up some birds chirping or other nature sounds. Put them both on at the same time, put a blanket on your floor, and have a picnic. Believe me, it’s worth it.

FOR KIDS

A great google doc I did NOT make but was asked to share. Tons of kid-focused lessons and activities. Some stuff for grown-ups, too!

Sesame Street is chipping in because of course they do. They’re making games, videos and more all free. Their content list is constantly being updated so check out this page to keep up-to-date.

The Broad (a great museum in Los Angeles) offers a weekly “Let’s Make Art! Family Workshop At Home.” Every Friday they post a new project on Instagram, Facebook and YouTube. Here’s the first one on YouTube!

Drawing class for kids every day on Instagram. You’ve probably heard of this one. It’s been going around a lot. But just in case, here you go!

TO HELP

Help make masks for our doctors and nurses!

A friend (writer) and his wife (ER doctor) created a tax deductible fund where you can donate money that goes directly to buying meals for ER and ICU staff. If you’ve had the thought of donating food to those on the frontline, this is a great way to do it (and tax deductible!)

TO FEEL

Want to brighten up your day? Watch the Berklee College of Music students sing: “Love Sweet Love.” It’s really great.

Here’s a good article about what you may be feeling. And what you may be feeling is grief.

A friend suggested that since we’re all washing our hands to the tune of “Happy Birthday” multiple times a day, why not include a different friend’s name each time? That way you’re thinking about your good friends Katie and Grant instead of mindlessly singing “Happy Birthday” to no one like a crazy person.

TO WATCH

Part One we listed the Metropolitan Opera’s free shows but other operas are airing their own productions. The Vienna State Opera is showing pre-recorded operas. You have to register but then it’s free. And a new one every day!

Just something to lighten the mood and astound you: a magic trick. But honestly? Maybe the best magic trick I’ve ever seen. I know magic doesn’t usually translate on video but this one does. A true master.

Watch a movie series in chronological order. The Marvel movies come to mind, here’s the list. But there are other ways to watch movie series rather than chronological. How about watching the Star Wars movies in “Machete Order”? Episodes: IV, V, II, III, VI, VII, VIII, IX. Or, for something shorter but still Star Wars, how about this amazing reimagining of the Kenobi/ Vader lightsaber fight. If only all the films were made this well!

You’ve probably seen plenty of places to watch Broadway shows but how about documentaries ABOUT Broadway shows? Here’s a list of some great ones to watch!

I was going to list only the best of this list but Gizmodo has so many good, “nerdy” ideas for free viewing that I’ll just link the article. It includes: CBS All Access, Quibi, Showtime, and Amazon Kids. Also some great places to read: Audible, Internet Archive, and Scribt.

Sports! Sure, the NBA and NFL aren’t playing live games but that doesn’t mean we can’t get FREE access to their Passes. The NBA League Pass is free through April 22nd and the NFL Game Pass is free through May 31st. It’s all replays and classic games but still.... free sports!

And Sir Patrick Stewart is reading Shakespeare every day on Twitter. It’s worth a listen.

TO LEARN

Interview your partner/roommate/child/parent. If you’re quarantined with someone else, why not REALLY get to know them? For many years my job was traveling across the country interviewing strangers for consumer product research. But why does it have to be strangers? Interview your family or friend. Really get to know them for one hour. Ask them questions that don’t normally come up in day-to-day life. “Greatest fear,” “biggest regret,” “dream occupation,” “if you had a magic wand, what would you change in the world right now?” And you can’t say, “Cure the pandemic!” Tip: Have them answer every question in a complete sentence so you can understand their answer without having to hear the interviewer ask the question. Plus, as my boss always told me: “No matter what they say, ASK WHY?” That’s when the answers get interesting. For an ADDED activity, take your interview tape (from your phone or camera) and edit it on iMovie. A one hour interview should cut down nicely to 10 minutes. You get the experience of editing (very easy on iMovie) and then you have a piece of history from your time together.

TO PLAY

Free jigsaw puzzles! For adults and kids. And although I miss the hands-on feel of the puzzle, if you’re desperate, this is pretty good. Make sure to go to Full Screen mode. Makes a world of difference.

Make your own board game! Why just spend time PLAYING when you can ALSO spend time MAKING your game? There are some easy ones like “Can’t Stop” which are great for kids and adults alike. Or how about Otrio? It’s tic-tac-toe but more fun. Just google the game and make your own board and pieces. You can play it on the floor, on a table, or in the yard.

For more ideas, check out Part 2 here.

#COVID-19 #stay-at-home #productivity #things to do #studyblr #have fun

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lullabiesandgoodbyes · 4 years

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| PART I | | PART II |

County General Hospital, Chicago

February 15th, 2000

Early hours of the day…

“Time of death,” her words break the silence, “2:56.”

The detective keeps focusing on the how, “How did it happen?” He knows ‘how’ it happened: a blood clot blocked a pulmonary artery, compromising her respiratory function and raising the pressure on the right cavities of her heart, leading to full cardiac arrest. Simple and effective; there was nothing to be done. He’s more concerned about the ‘why’: why did he have a knife, why wasn’t he on restraints? Why was that son-of-a-bitch so out of himself he felt the need to attack those who were trying to help him?

Why here? Why her?

Kerry is peeking over the reception counter, he can sense her even before turning at her. One look and she knows – she knows. Her head slowly disappears as Robert tells the detective that he’s willing to answer any questions he still has but it has been a very long night and he needs some rest. The guy still tries, “This won’t take long, doctor…”, but he’s already past him and doesn’t even care. It’s not like they’re going to need his help anymore anyway.

He passes the counter, behind which Kerry remains with Greene, both with heads down. Some part of him wants to join them – whether to embrace or raging against them, Robert’s not sure. What he’s sure of right now is that he needs to get out as soon as possible: to get away from this place, away from these people, just him and his failure, maybe a bottle of bourbon.

Later, though. First there’s something he needs to do…

II.

Cleo is waiting when he leaves the OR, feeling grumpy and over the edge. He had to abandon Carter in a critical situation to clean up her mess, but now she came to inform him that he’s doing okay and suddenly Peter feels like a weight has been lifted up from his shoulders. This has been a very long night.

She remains a little absent, though, and the alarm in the back of his head warns him that something else is not okay, he just doesn’t know what yet. Her voice finally breaks, “There was a complication with Lucy…”, and she doesn’t have to say more. He can feel the sense of security abandon him and feels shaken for a while, as Cleo keeps sharing the few details she’s already aware of but he’s not listening.

He can’t absorb this information, can’t process it, can’t accept it. He’s not ready for this.

His hand flies against her shoulder and pushes her gently, allowing him to leave in a hurry and without a word. She still calls him (“Peter… Peter, I’m so sorry!”) but he pretends not to hear. The only thing on his mind is that someone is going to have to tell Carter when he wakes up and he wants to be there when it happens.

III.

It’s her job to carry the news to the other side of the road, since Malik is drowning in work, Yosh hasn’t been seen for a while and she’s the only nurse left. She wears the coat over her scrubs and warms her hands in a pair of gloves, but the cold hits Chuny’s face when the automatic doors open at her passage. It feels somewhat odd to her, that she always linked Lucy to bright colors and warmth and her energy wears out on a dark freezing night. Maybe it’ll even start snowing again – an ultimate apology for the unwarrantable cruelty they had to experience.

They’re together when she reaches them, all smiling and laughing at a funny story Haleh is recalling. Then her presence is noticed and they’re suddenly back to reality, waiting for her words. And she wants to share them, she needs to take them out of her system, but they’re gone after the mention of her name.

It just doesn’t seem right. It doesn’t make any sense.

And Lydia’s eyes fill up with tears, and Haleh’s smile gets lost in perplexity, and Chuny knows that not only her message has passed through, but also that they are on the same page with her.

IV.

There are four other people at the table, overwhelmed by silent emotions.

One never really knew her. She was just another medical student around the place, sometimes she noticed her, sometimes she didn’t.

The other one talked to her once, following a terrible first day. True, she hadn’t been very soothing: yes, this is hard and yes, this is going to be even harder, she had told her. But she was throwing money from the rooftops (a dying man’s last wish, apparently) and yes, it did make her feel better, which also gave her some hope. She’d like to know her better. Maybe they could have been friends.

Another one had gone through several stages over the year: from cute and so skilled to too stubborn and very certain of her own properness (“Yeah, I really hate that in a woman!”). But if there was something steady about her it was that in Lucy he had also found one of the few who were willing to give him a chance – as a colleague or a friend, she just knew people too well. How she let this happen, now he’d never know.

And the last one stares at the wooden table, her last words, heard just a few weeks ago, echoing inside his mind. He’s thinking about the girl who just wanted to find her place in a world that didn’t feel like hers; a world that ultimately consumed her in her commitment and didn’t allow her to come back. A life cut so short… and for what, in the end?

They’re all in need of a strong drink.

Pain…!

There’s pain all over his body: his head is aching, his throat is sore, his chest is heavy, his back is killing him, his legs don’t obey his orders. It’s reaching its peak and then slows down, though it’s never gone, but at least it allows him to think.

That’s when Benton’s silence hits him and the impact is stronger than any word. “Lucy’s dead, isn’t she?” It’s clear to him, he doesn’t even know how he didn’t sense it before.

Lucy’s dead, and he can’t believe something so terrible can happen from something so trivial. Lucy’s dead, and he should have been there to prevent it, he should have protected her from this. Lucy’s dead, and he can’t precise the last thing he told her, whether it made her smile or sigh out of frustration, something he had mastered over the past year and a half. Lucy’s dead, and he can’t remember how her face looked like after he told her she would be a great doctor someday.

But he never really got to tell her that, did he?

Carter rests his head on the bed and looks away, staring into the void. He doesn’t even notice when Benton leaves the room, unable to say a word. Lucy’s dead, and somehow he’s sure that some part of him has died with her too.

#My fanfiction: ER #NBC ER #Lucy Knight #It's never a good day when I'm reminded of this character #and all the things she never had because of reasons #...#20 years and I'm still sobbing about it #I just have too many feelings about her and no place to hold them #so I turn them into fiction hoping this will ease them #(but it won't)#Sorry for the grammar #Hope you like it #and thanks for reading :)#TW: death

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vegetacide · 5 years

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Whump●tober- Dragged away

Veg-notables: Highway to the danger zone!!! Gonna take you right to the danger zooonnnnneeee!! ::invests in body armour and hide::

@gumnut-logic - She doesn’t know where I am..

Thunderheads! Boo yah!

Obligatory whumptober stuff: @whumptober2019 @la-vie-en-whump

Blanket warning: The author is now in hiding.

Characters: Vegetable/Kayo,

Whumptober - TaG’verse

Previous found HERE

6. Dragged away

Enjoy…

oOo

The monotonous drone of the heart monitor caused a searing pain in her chest. Medical personnel swarmed and circled. Shouts of stats and other medical jargon flitted about the room but Kayo wouldn’t allow herself to believe it.

“Bag him and start chest compressions.” The doctor on call ordered as he quickly inspected the monitors and readings. “Get the crash cart, we got v-fib.”

The dash of rubber soled feet pushed Kayo aside with no remorse as they ran for the corridor and she flattened herself against the wall. Her knees giving out under the strain, she braced her hands against the cold, unadorned wall. Her head shaking back and forth as her lips repeated with a growing hysteria, “ Nooo no no no no…”

“Parsons, 10 CC of epinephrine. Carl, page Doctor Romero stat.”

Kayo watched all of this from where she clung to the wall, her eyes never leaving the still form that lay pale and unresponsive on the bed behind the clear iso-shield.

This couldn’t be happening, she had to be dreaming. A terrible, horrible dream.

A nurse placed a hand on her shoulder and Kayo jolted. “Miss, you can’t stay in here. I’m going to have to ask you to step outside.”

Kayo shook her head vehemently, tears sliding down her waxen skin “No, I can’t.. I can’t leave him..”

The nurse tried to herd her towards the door but Kayo planted her feet and stood her ground, “No. He needs me.”

The wave of a hand had an orderly approaching and as he took hold of her arm Kayo realized what they were going to do and she bared her teeth. “Don’t touch me!”

She swung out. More voices and she found herself pressed into the wall that moments before had been the only thing keeping her up.

“No, please.” She pleaded as she struggled, desperation quivering in her voice. “I won’t cause any trouble.. I’ll stay out of the way.. Please, no. Don’t make me leave..”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, the grip on her arm joined by more heavy hands as hospital security gently but firmly lead her out of the room. The staff was well aware of who she was and her capabilities.

She fought against them but their hold held strong and she was pulled from the room. The wail of the alarms and the high pitched whine of the defibrillator haunting her as the door swung shut.

oOo

On a side note… I not nothing about medicine except for the bits of research I did for this so some things may be off.. like dosages

Next post can be found HERE

The Master List of prompts can be found HERE

#whumptober2019 #whumptober #no.6 #dragged away #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanfic #kayo kyrano #Virgil Tracy #virgil/kayo #vegetable #the prompt made me do it #prompt fic #im lying #i'm really doing it #i'm just mean

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novelconcepts · 5 years

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My ideal Star Wars movie, as decided yesterday while crawling toward five o’clock at work:

I’ll be casting a huge handful of my faves. I’m sure they’ll all be very on board just as soon as they’ve heard my pitch. It’s going to be a gorgeous adventure.

So we’ve got Our Heroes: a stars-in-her-eyes Jedi history buff, played by the glorious Tessa Thompson, and her childhood best friend—mouthy and jaded and utterly uninterested in hokey religions Gina Rodriguez. They’ve never been off-planet, though Gina spends most of her time inspecting star charts for The Inevitable Day when she’s finally able to kick the giant-cow-alien herding lifestyle for a world of Wonder and Glory. Tessa is on board for the adventure of a lifetime, just so long as she’s allowed to visit all the places Jedi once roamed (old temples, battlegrounds, Places Luke Skywalker Once Sneezed—the whole drill).

Everything changes when the fire nation attacks when Tessa’s brother (played by Michael B. Jordan)—who has recently gone off-world for the first time to join the Honor Guard of the Galaxy (the new-age rebel faction)—gets a missive out requesting aid. They’ve been trapped! They need a calvary! Their home planet was the only one within messaging range! Who cares, details, all you need is a spark, etc.

Tessa easily convinces Gina it’s time to go, with one small problem—we lack a ship! Every first Star Wars needs a good cantina sequence, so off we go to find the one and only bar on this Planet of Chill Shepherds, where we will meet our fabulous crew of Space Pirates, starring:

Lupine Nyong’o as the charming Force-sensitive captain, because I am personally insulted they put her in a Star Wars movie and didn’t let us see her face

Kristen Stewart as the James Dean fighter pilot, because let’s be honest, Kristen Stewart isn’t playing enough characters that let her wear leather jackets, drop one-liners, and flirt with ladies

Ellen Page as the scrappy weapons specialist with the softest of squishy hearts, who has been low-key in love with Kristen since they picked her out of a bar brawl on a planet far far away (but as they’re Too Close, would never admit it)

Off we go on a glorious rescue mission (act 1) culminating in coming Face to Face with the resident Big Bad of the new Empire-figure—Emma Thompson, who is granted the most luxurious cloak she could possibly desire and full rights to her own makeup (does she want to be aristocratic? Darth Maul scary? wear a Chewbacca mask? Emma Thompson gets what Emma Thompson wants). She is, at all times, flanked by her Left Hand (a terrifyingly speedy lightsaber master played by Anna Kendrick, because my life is incomplete without Anna Kendrick getting solid fight scenes for no reason at all) and her Right Hand (Keira Knightley, an expert tactician who has been nursing Secret Second Thoughts about this whole ruling the galaxy situation for a hot minute now).

A brief battle ensues, with Tessa narrowly escaping a Harrowing Attack thanks to the Force (she will be VERY excited about this later, which will annoy Gina to no end, and delight the shit out of Lupita). They manage to reach the Honor Guard team, which currently consists of Michael (insert adorable sibling reunion here), Gemma Chan, and Jamie Chung. Madcap spaceship escape takes place, and everyone rejoices until—drumroll—Nyong’o discovers A STOWAWAY in the form of Knightley.

Important features for the rest of the series:

Keira has a Zuko-esque Road to Redemption arc, which is far more palatable as A) they do not give her an easy time of it, and B) she hasn’t actually murdered anyone or been jazzed about helping Emma all this time (“Keira! I am your MOTHER!” can come at the end of film 1 or in film 2, depending on highest emotional heartstring likelihood—perhaps not a surprise so much as Pure Rage on Emma’s part)

After an appropriate amount of groveling/distrust/helping save their lives, she sloooowly breaks down Tessa’s barriers. A love story for the ages, because there’s no, like…rampant manipulation and abuse.

Gina finds herself falling for Badass Captain Lupita, because who wouldn’t, but also UGH SHE’S INTO THIS FORCE SHIT HAVEN’T I ALREADY SUFFERED ENOUGH

Ellen and Kristen slow-burn full of longing looks and pangs of jealousy as Kristen is learning not to flirt with everyone who crosses her path. Bonus points for a Steamy Patch-Up sequence after Ellen is injured saving all their asses somehow (probably in film 2).

We all end up back on Shepherd planet for a brief refuel, including a pleasant dinner with Gina’s uncle (Lin Manuel Miranda) and his husband (Manny Jacinto)—until UH OH the Baddies are setting off our Invisible Alien-Cow-Keeping Fence Alarms, you have to all go NOW (there’s a lovely underground tunnel for just such an escape because….black-market cow feed reasons)

A terribly brief, but utterly delightful sequence in which Anna Kendrick With The Loosest Hold On Her Temper Imaginable contends with Lin and Manny’s neighbor, Chris Evans, going out of his way to be sweet as pie and as distracting as humanly possible. If any other straight white boys exist in this trilogy, I have not yet cast them, but I suspect they will largely get to be aliens and droids, because…it’s their turn.

Thandie Newton as the Head of the Honor Guard, because god-dammit, she did not get enough screen-time in Solo.

Many many badass battles, one of the Most Hardcore of which is Ellen Page v. Anna Kendrick (Smol v. Smol, lightsaber duel—have not decided who wins or at what point, but this is likely what triggers the Steamy Patch-Up scene.

Much work left to do on fleshing out, and a whole host of casting to determine (I love a good callback, so we may perchance see Oscar Isaac, John Boyega, and Daisy Ridley back for a cameo; also would love to get Mahershala Ali in as perhaps Thandie’s own Right-Hand badass), but I think we have a really promising start to a film series that would infuriate those who believe Women Ruined Star Wars, and garner a stupid amount of money from everyone else. I’ll be sure to keep the world posted on Disney’s incoming offer.

#star wars #fancast #i sometimes just really like to play a game called How Gay and Lovely Can I Make This #i think i really won here

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“A Different Path” Pt. 3

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For a moment, everything was black. There was no sound but white noise, making her head feel like it was filled with cotton. Her body felt numb, as if she was floating in space itself. She couldn't register anything at all, till a soft voice called her, and suddenly, she was hit with a rush of throbbing pain that made her stomach churn.

Despite the heaviness of her eyelids, she managed to open them, taking in the room that was beginning to form. Or more like, the giant hall she seemed to be laying in. The roof was incredibly high up, so much so that she needed to close her eyes once more to stop the spinning.

Slowly she sat up, cradling her head in her hands at the throbbing pain. She noted bandages around her arms, and the more she moved, she also found a wrapping around her rib-cage. And, was she laying in a hospital cot?

“Hey, hey! Look who’s finally awake!”

She looked to her side, completely startled, seeing that demonic bird perched on a chair, his wings rustling as he noticed you moving.

If the demon familiar was here, than that would mean-

“Glad to see you still with the land of the living.”

At the opposite side of her, stood the dark-clad man, bracing his arm on his cane as he looked down at her. He didn’t look any worse for ware; but a sudden sinking feeling fell over her when her eyes locked with his.

“Where’s Dante? Trish, Lady?!”

Her voice rose with panic, and she made to move from the bed, only for her legs to give. His arms came to wrap around her, moving her to rest back on the bed, despite her fight to move.

“Stay still,” he ordered, as he managed to get her to lay back on the bed, finally. “You’re wounds are still healing, don’t make them any worse for yourself-”

“Where are they, V?”

Her voice was laced with venom as tears threatened the corners of her eyes. His eyes scanned over her face, and eventually he sighed, letting himself down into the seat near her.

“Still within the tree, it seems.”

“Are they dead?”

She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“I am unsure. Our collective hope is that they are still alive.”

She wanted to swing at him, take his own cane upside his head; but she knew it wasn’t his fault. This...whatever it was, was far stronger than anything any of them had come against. And it was pretty clear not much else could be done now.

“Nero and I managed to escape with you in tow,” he continued after a brief and awkward silence. “We were almost certain you had passed...”

“Nero’s here too? Is he alright?” she asked, ignoring what she took as mock-concern. She didn’t know this man; her death wouldn’t mean much any way.

“He left almost immediately after we got out,” he said on a slight shrug, a small frown on his face. “He’s off to try and get stronger. We plan on going back to search for Dante and the others, and try to take Urizen on.”

She couldn’t think of much else to ask him at that point, so she nodded; that was what she wanted as well. Whether they liked it or not, she was going along to. But she definitely wasn’t going to voice it here for this man. She’d leave the discussion for her and Nero later.

Instead, she just asked, “So, where am I?”

“It appears to be one of many make-shift havens on the safer outskirts of Red Grave City,” he sighed, looking at the many cots strewn about with the wounded lining them.

Her eyes followed, and her heart sank seeing so many injured, and worse for that matter.

“You had been moved a few times to be taken care of, that I feared I would be unable to locate you,” he grumbled, tapping his cane on the floor.

“Locate me? What, are you stalking me now?”

He could feel the sting in her words, but he looked at her once again. “The injuries you sustained were because of my haste to end this issue. I feel responsible.”

She made a ‘tsk’ noise, pulling her knees to her chest. “If something has happened to my friends, than I will hold you responsible,” she hissed, looking away from him.

She couldn’t deny that part of her felt a skip in her heartbeat when he told her that; a stranger caring enough to make sure she would be alright was not something she expected. But right now, her biggest concern was making sure Trish, Lady, and Dante were alive and alright.

He exhaled sharply and nodded his head, using his cane to help him stand. He made to walk away than, not saying much else, while his familiar hopped from his perch to the small tray by her bedside.

“Ugh, just so ya know, babes,” he started, using his claw to toss a small book into her lap, “Shakespeare was readin’ this to you while you were out. Thought ya should know.”

She could sense his defensiveness for his master, as he flapped away to glide along side the man as they walked by to the awkward stares of people around the hall. Shortly after they left, a young woman dressed in a nurses outfit came up to her, asking if she was feeling alright.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. But ma’am...could you tell me how long I have been out for?”

“Oh, your friend didn’t tell you?”

She shook her head, a pit sinking in her stomach.

“Well...you’ve been out for about two weeks, ma’am...”

***

Thankfully, her recovery was quick and without much pain, despite the several broken ribs. She managed to leave the medic center, and made her way to Nero’s place, where she worked along side him and his friend Nico, who had a wild passion for inventing all different types of weaponry. It was quite the sight watching sparks fly from her work desk as she put together different pieces of gear for her and Nero; especially his Devil Breaker, the replacement arm he was able to start using.

Despite it only being a month of time difference from when they first lost track of Dante and the others, plus saw Urizen first hand, it had felt like much more time had passed. She had managed to build up a bit more endurance with spar sessions she and Nero held, and during any free time she had, her nose was pressed to the book that V had left for her.

And she was still fully engrossed in it, while the van jutted and swerved down the desolate streets leading to the bridge entrance of Red Grave City.

On the radio there were repeating broadcasts of the horrors to be seen in Red Grave and its surrounding cities, so many so that Nero growled in annoyance, flipping the radio completely off. He stood from the passenger seat and stalked over to Nico’s jukebox, flipping a song on there to make up for the silence in the van.

“Whatcha readin’, kid?” he asked, plopping on the couch opposite of her, placing his good arm behind his head to lean back against.

“I’m older than you, kid,” she retorted, turning a page in her book, “and if you must know, it’s poetry.”

“You’ve had to’ve read that front to back by now,” he scoffed, suddenly annoyed further by the smoke filling the van from Nico’s lit cigarette.

“Let ‘er read ‘er book, you got some shootin’ practice coming up!” Nico called from the front, pointing out the front of the van.

Demons. A load of them, filling the street and blocking their path.

The younger demon hunter grinned as he moved to the passenger seat once more, letting bullets rain down on them as Nico maneuvered the van around the stranded cars, taking out a few of the demons herself.

The entrance to the city itself was destroyed, and littered with lesser demons scuttling around, a massive piece of the trees root blocking their way in completely. Thankfully it didn’t take much exertion to destroy everything; though it was clear more was standing ahead of them the further they got into the city. It had been over-run in that single month since the tree first appeared, and mostly all the citizen that were left there, weren’t there anymore.

Liah tried her best not to look out of the window as they drove through the streets, and Nero just grimaced at the sight of it all.

“V should be waiting for us up ahead,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Shouldn’t be much farther now.”

Liah nodded, moving from standing between the front seats to sitting on the couch behind Nero. She looked at the book once more, and held it close to her chest.

She was looking forward to seeing him, since she had so many questions to ask him.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc v #dmc nero #dmc nico #oc liah #fanfiction #fanfic #a different path

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my 42 favorite quotes from code bc i’m avoiding homework again

“‘I re-jiggered the settings to ignore trash metal. No more false alarms.’ ‘No more anything. It just beeps.’” (12)

“‘This game is popular?’ Ben was sitting on his tackle box in the shade of a large elm. ‘Sounds pretty nerdtastic to me.’ ‘We can’t all practice birdscalls like you.’” (18)

“‘This watch is low-rent. Plus, I’m getting a new one for my birthday. But you owe me, Stolowitski.’ ‘Owe you what?’ Hi said. ‘Who wears a wristwatch anymore? Cavemen?’” (22)

“‘Coop really doesn’t like that box.’ I knelt and rubbed the edgy wolfdog’s snout. ‘It better not be stuffed with dead squirrels or something.’ … ‘It’s not a rodent coffin!’ Hi huffed. ‘This cache is legit. You’ll see.’” (22-23)

“‘Don’t use up too much drive space,’ I warned, watching the screen from over his shoulder. ‘We bought this stuff to research parvovirus, not so you can watch “Boom Goes the Dynamite” twenty times a day.’” (53)

“Frustrated, Hi rose and wandered to the computer. ‘I’m going to check my email.’ ‘I’m going to kill myself,’ Ben muttered. Shelton ignored them.” (56)

“Soooo many dorks,’ Ben muttered, his coal-black eyebrows forming a steep V. ‘A giant nerd army, digging up plastic boxes they hide for each other.’ ‘Like everything you do is cool,’ Hi snorted. ‘Still have that ninja costume you wore to my twelfth birthday party?’” (62)

“‘Wait.’ Ben glanced from face to face. ‘We’re actually going to pursue this nonsense? We suddenly care what this fruitcake hid in a box somewhere?’” (65)

“‘We’ve got over an hour before dark.’ I yanked my hair into a ponytail. ‘Let’s show Mr. Gamemaster how quickly Virals solve puzzles.’ … ‘We’ve got to work on our decision-making process.’ Shelton was shaking his head. ‘Right now, we just follow Tory over every cliff.’” (74)

“Hi called into the black. ‘Your cache is mine, clown! I’m coming to getcha! Uncle Hiram’s got the scent!’ His words echoed in the darkness as he scrambled through the opening. ‘Zip it!’ Shelton hiss-whispered. ‘This building is struggling to hold your buck-sixty. Don’t yodel the roof down on our heads.’” (82-83)

“‘This is stupid.’ Shelton started toward the doorway. ‘Let’s bounce. We can toss that iPad in the freaking harbor.’” (90)

“‘Watch where you’re going,’ Ben snapped. ‘I am,’ Jason said dryly. ‘I’m going to chat with Tory.’” (100)

“‘Hey, check this weirdo out.’ Hi was inspecting a bust on the mantel. ‘This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you wanna bet he owned slaves?’ Scowling to match the carving’s expression, Hi spoke in a gravelly voice. ‘In my day, we ate the poor people. We had a giant outdoor grill, and cooked up peasant steaks every Sunday.’” (106-107)

“‘State your business.’ ‘To see my father.’ A beat. ‘That’s usually going to be my business, FYI.’” (112)

“Hudson’s eyes narrowed. ‘Dodgeball?’ ‘District champs.’ Hi pounded his chest. ‘I’m a gunner. The key is to reach the balls first, and then throw with a little touch of spin, so that—’” (113)

“Jason had attended debutante balls. Knew the drill. My crew would have to conduct research on YouTube. Jason was popular on the cotillion scene. My guys weren’t even on the radar. Asking Jason would get Whitney off my back. Inviting only Morris Island boys might plummet her into a depression.” (132)

“I wore a white tank and jeans, shooting for ‘sexy-casual.’ Hoping it wasn’t ‘left farmhouse, got lost.’” (170)

“‘It has to mean something!’ Hi slapped a knee in frustration. Shelton glanced up from his iPhone, but when Hi didn’t elaborate he resumed surfing. … ‘Care to elaborate?’ I was sitting between Hi and Shelton in the stern. ‘Or was that a yoga move I don’t know?’” (233)

“Hi looked at me strangely. ‘We’re a little busy Friday night.’ ‘Busy? Doing what?’ The boys exchanged a look. Hi snorted. ‘I don’t know about you,’ Shelton said, ‘but I’m escorting my friend Victoria to her debutante ball.’” (235)

��‘Your advice, remember? No fear?’ Instantly regretted. I didn’t want Chance thinking about last summer. ‘Oh, I recall.’ Chance smiled thinly. ‘I haven’t crashed on your floor so many times that I’d forget.’” (240)

“‘I found something interesting,’ Marchant continued. ‘Are you free to meet? I’m headed out for a caffeine fix in thirty minutes.’ Um, what? Did this guy not understand I was fourteen? Bolton wasn’t big on students popping out for midday lattes.” (245)

“‘Ben, stop the boat.’ He looked at me funny. ‘We’re in the middle of the ocean, Victoria.’ ‘Stop the damn boat!’ Ben rolled eyes, but eased off the throttle. Sewee decelerated until we just bobbed along with the current. ‘Did you want to jump in?’ Ben asked dryly. ‘Water’s pretty cold in October.’” (251-252)

“‘Okay, people.’ Ben crossed his arms. ‘Care to share?’ ‘No big deal.’ Shelton’s tone was nonchalant. ‘Just a quick stop at Mepkin Abbey to get a new headshot of Mr. Dead Guy.’” (260)

“‘Options?’ Ben asked as he pulled out onto the highway. ‘I think some charitable work might be in order,’ Hi said. ‘I’m not a Jesus man, but I’m pretty sure getting ripped a new one by a monk is bad karma in any religion.’” (264)

“‘Oh man, she really did it this time!’ ‘Should we call the nurse?’ Panicky. ‘An ambulance?’ ‘And say what, exactly?’ hissed a third. ‘That our friend passed out after some bad telepathy?’” (271)

“‘She’s coming around!’ The roundest shape coalesced into Hi. ‘Tor? You okay? If you’ve gone vegetable, blink at me.’” (271)

“My splitting headache had proved the experiment had been dangerous. Had I learned my lesson? Probably not.” (273)

“Hi, naturally, had opted for flair. His tux was crushed purple velvet with tails, accented by all white silk—tie, vest, gloves, and suspenders. He completed the outfit with a freaking top hat and cane. Whitney had nearly fainted on seeing him.” (279)

“‘Those who enlist complete a rigorous program combining academics, physical fitness, and military discipline.’ … ‘So—book learning, push-ups, and war games.’ Hi ticked off fingers as he spoke. ‘Check, check, and check. Plus gray is my sexy color.’” (279)

“‘Paging Miss Brennan.’ Chance waved a hand before my eyes. ‘You okay?’ No. ‘Yes. I’m just…surprised I’ll be first.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll dazzle. Until then.’” (286)

“‘Gamemaster?’ Jason looked confused. ‘Search the basement? What are you talking about?’ ‘Oh, we’re, um, playing a pretty fierce game of Dungeons and Dragons,’ Hi stammered. ‘I’m, like, the head…unicorn master, and Tory has to find my magic…beans. Seeds.’” (299)

“‘Always trapped!’ Shelton actually stamped a foot. ‘Always underground! If we get out of here, I’m moving to a high-rise on a mountain-top. Penthouse! And y’all ain’t invited!’” (304)

“‘I assume there’s no antique cash register in need of special oil?’ Jason said. No one bothered to answer.” (331)

“He launched into an improvised tale of woe and misfortune. We’d found ourselves in the dark. Flustered and disoriented, we’d blundered through an emergency exit. Then we’d tumbled down a staircase in a complicated domino sequence that incorporated each one of us. The story was bizarre, confusing, and wildly improbable. They’d bought it without hesitation.” (333)

“‘Yet you four ripped the grate from its tracks. Then you ripped the tracks from the wall, bending the metal bars like they were drinking straws. How? How is that possible?’ ‘I read once where this guy in Ulan Bator powerlifted a Chinese tank after—’ ‘Can it, Stolowitski. Let Tory explain.’” (335)

“‘You look ready to chew nails.’ Shelton grinned at me from his own stoop. ‘There’s a certain murderer I’d like to chat with.’” (340)

“‘You okay, Tor?’ Shelton had a sandbag on one shoulder, hauled up from the beach. ‘We don’t have time for an ER run.’ ‘We could amputate,’ Hi suggested. ‘Shelton, get the whiskey.’” (342)

“‘I called Marchant’s office and left a message. Less than a minute later, my cell rang and March—’ I gritted my teeth, ‘—the Gamemaster asked me to meet him at City Lights Coffee. So I did.’ ‘So dumb,’ Hi muttered. ‘And it really was a murderer.’” (350)

“‘And you know this how?’ … ‘I dreamed it.’ ‘Aha! You dreamed it.’ Hi yawned and rubbed his eyes. ‘I think it’s time we get you medicated.’” (352)

“I turned on Ben and Hi. ‘What about you two? Ready to bail? There’s a deranged psycho out there who knows what your mothers eat for breakfast. That cool with you?’” (353)

“‘Any plan for that bit?’ Shelton asked dully. ‘You keep glossing over how we’re actually gonna make the citizen’s arrest.’ ‘Of course.’ I chucked his shoulder. ‘We’ll improvise.’ ‘Great. Well thought out.’” (362)

“‘You’re a hot, steaming ball of crazy,’ Hi said. ‘You know that, right? Freaking Looney Tunes.’” (373)

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How Does A Registered Nurse Become A CRNA?

Licensed Nurses with a CRNA degree provide anesthesia in conjunction with physicians, dentists, podiatrists, physician anesthesiologists, and additional healthcare experts, according to the American Association of Nurse Anesthetists, and provide the bulk of anesthesia services in rural America.

A registered nurse must meet important criteria in order to become a CRNA, pursuing specializations, enrolling in an approved nurse anesthesia program, achieving qualifications, and obtaining licenses.

Consider becoming a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetist (CRNA) if you are a registered nurse who is self-sufficient, devoted to delivering high-quality patient care, and active in progressing in your profession. You’ll also be making substantially more money. Plus, you’ll have plenty of job opportunities in a burgeoning profession. From 2018 to 2028, the Bureau of Labor Statistics expects a 17 percent rise in work openings and demand for CRNAs.

Below, we’ll look at the steps a registered nurse must take to become a CRNA.

Is a CRNA a nurse?

An advanced practicing registered nurse (APRN) who is licensed and qualified to provide anesthesia for surgery, labor, and childbirth, emergency treatment, or pain relief is classified as a nurse anesthetist.

The CRNA degree offers the expertise and training required to prescribe and prescribe anesthesia to patients, as well as observe and advise physicians of their patients' conditions when they are under anesthesia. Pre- and post-anesthesia treatment and reports are given by degrees.

Some people are surprised to hear that nurses and anesthesiologists deliver anesthesia care in the same way: they provide the same treatment with the same operations in the same styles of hospitals. The anesthesiologists work with the CRNAs to provide the best quality treatment for the patients.

According to the American Association of Nurse Anesthetists (AANA), nurse anesthetists have the bulk of hands-on anesthesia emergency treatment in the United States.

Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetists (CRNAs) originated during the Civil War, when nurses on the front lines began prescribing chloroform to injured soldiers. Today, CRNAS deliver anesthesia in almost all rural American hospitals, and are the exclusive anesthesia services for men and women working in the United States Armed Forces (USAF) .

You'll find a lively, in-demand job as a CRNA, but you'll require advanced preparation and outstanding education to smooth the path to the top of the nursing profession.

What Are the Requirements for a CRNA Degree?

Though each CRNA curriculum has its own set of standards, the chief requirements are usually the same for all schools.

A bachelor's or master's degree in nursing or a related field is needed.

A valid certificate as a Registered Nurse or Advanced Practice Nurse with no restrictions.

One year of full-time service as an RN in a critical care environment is expected.

A master's degree in nurse anesthesia from an approved program is needed.

Most CRNA programs last two to four years. The curriculum typically provides both theoretical classroom instruction and practical clinical hours, where students learn to anesthesia care to patients in a variety of settings.

How can I become a CRNA fast?

1. Look for specializations while working as an RN in a critical care environment

If an RN has the necessary number of clinical practice hours, they may obtain a critical-care registered nurse (CCRN) credential when employed as an RN. A CCRN is a specialist credential for nurses who give primary treatment to extremely sick adult patients in every environment.

One year of full-time experience, or its part-time equivalent, as a certified nurse in a critical care environment is expected, according to the American Association of Nurse Anesthetists.

2. Be accepted into an approved nurse anesthesia program

Applicants must be admitted into an approved graduate nurse anesthesia program before they can become a licensed CRNA. Students can select from 121 separate approved nurse anesthesia programs and almost 1,800 active clinical centers across the USA.

Course standards differ by college or institution, although most require a candidate to have a current RN license, a bachelor's degree in nursing, and a minimum GPA. A master's degree in nursing may be needed for certain programs.

RNs joining nurse anesthesia programs usually have, on average, a total of 2.9 years of training (AANA, 2019).

3. Get your degree of doctor of nursing practice in anesthesia(DNAP)

Some nurse anesthesia programs offer a master's degree that prepares graduates to sit for the CRNA qualification test. This is a crucial step, since by 2025, you'll need a doctorate in nurse anesthesia to work as a CRNA. Until 2022, a few programs will already deliver a master's degree that fits the qualification requirements.

Although CRNAs with a master's degree will be grandfathered in, many degree-seekers are already opting for doctoral programs, which will provide them with the most specialized skills and experience in the profession and enable them to explore further job choices with higher pay.

Anesthesia pharmacology, obstetric anesthesia, anesthesia pathophysiology, anesthesia pathology, and geriatric anesthesia are among the subjects discussed in greater detail in DNAP programs.

4. Acquire the Nurse Anesthetist Certification and Recertification from the national board of certification (NBCRNA)

After completing their degree from an approved program, professionals must complete the national qualification test and gain certification from the National Board of Certification and Recertification for Nurse Anesthetists. Professionals must pass the exam by answering between 100 and 170 questions on detailed topics.

5. Acquire nurse practitioner state licensing

Professionals who wish to work as nurse anesthetist in specialized practice nursing must obtain state-specific licensing. The licensing standards differ from state to state.

6. Look for employment

Verified nurse anesthetists usually find work as entry-level anesthetists after graduating from an approved program and passing the specialty qualification test. Professionals can apply for jobs in specific fields as they gain more career experience.

The Bottom Line

A licensed registered nurse anesthetist (CRNA) is responsible for efficiently prescribing anesthesia before emergency operations, then delivering vital treatment at some of the most crucial moments of their patients' lives.

Whatever stage of your undergraduate or professional life you are in, there is a clear direction to pursue that will lead to a fulfilling future as a nurse anesthetist. If you haven't already done so, get a CCNE-accredited bachelor's degree in nursing from a respectable nursing school.

If you're interested in studying more, make sure your next move is a smart investment in your nursing career.

References

Military Medicine, Volume 171, Issue 8, August 2006, Pages 762–769, Constance L. Jenkins, NC USA, Aaron R. Elliott, NC USA, Janet R. Harris, NC USA https://doi.org/10.7205/MILMED.171.8.762

AANA Journal. Aug2017, Vol. 85 Issue 4, p261-269. 9p. Boyd, Donald

The Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetist: Occupational Responsibilities, Perceived Stressors, Coping Strategies, and Work Relationships. Perry, Tristan Roberts http://hdl.handle.net/10919/29740

Nurse Anesthesia, A Past, Present, and Future Perspective. VOLUME 47, ISSUE 2, P215-223, JUNE 01, 2012, Wanda O. Wilson, CRNA, Ph.D., MSN

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