#I would destroy this (complimentary)

[allium-girl]

BEEF AND AUBERGINE FATTEH

This is a subtly textured, richly flavoured arrangement of toasted pieces of flatbread topped with meaty aubergine and beef, a garlicky tahini-yogurt sauce, red pepper flakes, pomegranate seeds, toasted pine nuts and fresh shredded mint.

[galedekarios]

gale as a professor at blackstaff academy

i have to say that at first i wasn't too sold on the (then still fanon) idea of a professor ending because of gale's own prior anecdote about being irked by his previous students and their inadequacies.

i thought it might not be a good fit for him as far as professions go.

but reading the epilogue files, i have come around on it.

i think it's just one more way in which he's really grown into himself, become content with who he was in the past, the mistakes he made and what he has learned from them, and the person he wants to be in the future:

Player: You? A teacher? I'd hardly say you set the best example for impressionable young wizards... Gale: I think it makes perfect sense. devnote: Surprised you wouldn't recognise this, a tiny bit offended you don't trust him to do this Gale: Who better to warn of the perils of misusing magic than someone who was once only a wayward sneeze away from destroying a mid-sized settlement? devnote: playing up to his past a bit, you can imagine this is how he acts with his students Tara the Tressym: Don't remind me of those terrible times, Mr Dekarios. My blood pressure has only just recovered.

a few more cute banters & things we learn about gale and his new teaching position:

tara swipes at students who fall asleep in gale's classes, which he himself doesn't mind. he, too, slept through some of them (like his calishite lessons):

Player: Perhaps that's a good thing. I'm sure they're far better students than I was... Gale: Ah, so you still remember our little lesson? devnote: A little bit bashful, it was a vulnerable moment for him Gale: 'Teaching' you was hardly an effort at all. Not like my present cohort of apprentices. devnote: Complimentary, pulling the thought back to the teaching element after getting lost in the memory of the moment Gale: They try their best, of course - when they can manage to stay awake. devnote: Not upset by this - he slept through his fair share of classes as a student Tara the Tressym: The cheek of them! Nothing a well-placed swipe from Tara can't fix, though.

2. gale offered to teach more subjects than illusion via simulacra:

Player: Only a professor? With your expertise, I'd have thought you could teach every kind of magic going... Gale: I did offer, as a matter of fact. devnote: Secretly glad the player thinks so highly of him Gale: However, the Blackstaff insisted I couldn't teach every subject, nor could the simulacra of myself I offered to create for that purpose. devnote: Reluctantly accepts that this was the right decision Gale: So, I've settled for teaching the art of illusion. Magic to confound the senses, to render the impossible into reality, and to allow expression of that most magical attribute of all - imagination. devnote: Selling it a bit - he wants to make sure you appreciate how cool this is

3. gale has told his students about the player's adventures and will invite a player to be a guest lecturer:

Player: I found the love of my life. I'd say I'm pretty happy. Gale: And I couldn't be happier for you. A fitting reward for the sacrifices you made in getting here. Gale: I've told my students plenty of tales about our escapades. You're something of a hero to them, you know. Gale: I'd be delighted to introduce you to my current cohort - as a guest lecturer, perhaps? I'm sure they'd have plenty of questions for you. Player: It would be my pleasure. Gale: Excellent. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the allure of sharing your expertise. Gale: Of course you'll be most welcome to stay with me in my tower- Tara the Tressym: Ahem. Gale: My apologies, Tara. That would be our tower.

4. his students find him somewhat intimidating due to his backstory with mystra and the orb:

Gale: Well, that was quite lovely. I'm glad you're as pleased to see me as I am you. Gale: I have to say, I'm quite grateful to just be 'Gale' for the evening. Gale: I fear my students find me somewhat intimidating, due to my erm, explosive former reputation. I seem to put the fear of the gods into them. devnote: He plays up to his reputations a bit, so he isn't overly surprised Gale: Or the fear of Mystra, to be more specific. Gale: I surrendered the Crown of Karsus to her, as I told you I would. And in return, she cured me of the orb at last. Gale: Even now, I struggle to put the feeling into words. It was like exhaling for the first time, after holding my breath for so very long. Gale: Of course, I haven't clarified with my students that the orb is no longer a threat. The legend of my explosive capabilities is an excellent means of controlling a classroom. Too good, if anything.

5. he wants to teach his students that there is fun in studying magic:

Gale: I spend most of my time trying to convince them how much fun the study of magic can be, but it'd be easier to crack a smile on an intellect devourer than some of my pupils... devnote: Despairing a little, doesn't understand why they aren't all as passionate as he was Player: Or on a mind flayer, perhaps... Gale: Smiling may no longer come easy to you, but I've seen how your tentacles twitch at my jokes. Even the ones I'm not entirely certain I was trying to make... devnote: Last sentence a tiny bit self-conscious, aware that people sometimes find him ridiculous. Gale: Still, I hoped my students might be a little more open to the playful side of such magic.

anyhow, i hope this was insightful to someone! 🖤

[astralnymphh]

If Ellie participates in NNN does she participate in Destroy Dick December? 🗣️🗣️

i don't think she'd do it everyday, cuz she seems like the type to get tired easily after consistent NUTTING. but, butt, it gives her an excuse to paw you up, clinging and wedging her fingers in the back–center belt loop of your jeans, legit tugging you back on her lap whenever you try and walk away, laughing amusedly with that stupid dickhead grin going, "heyy~ come back, sit on my lap. i'll read you savage starlight?" but it's just a palpable excuse for her to mold the meat of ur thigh with her fingertips, reading every word in the low, throaty tone. cause she knows what that does to you. hint hint she's wearing loose sweatpants to conceal the fact she has the strap buckled on. so yeah, definitely pleasures herself or just gets you to do it at least once a week or no during Destroy Dick December. also could u imagine stroking her strap while it's fastened tight. you'd have to go hard for it to buck on her clit maybe but the sight would make her froth up her boxers alone 🥴

complimentary ellie pic I'm creaming

[arc-misadventures]

NNN: Jaune and Jessica bet their teams they can last NNN.....how do they do?

NNN: J

Jaune: I can totally beat, NNN. Just you watch me!

Blake: You really think you can do that?

Jaune: Easily!

Blake: What makes you think that? I mean, Jessica is just a cuter version of, Ruby…

Ruby: You take that back!

Blake: Can you really deny, Green Ruby?

Ruby: Green what?!

Jaune: First off, Ruby’s nothing like Jessica.

Ruby: That’s right! I’m way better than that goblin!

Blake: How so?

Jaune: First off. She’s a legal loli, Ruby isn’t.

Blake: That’s true.

Ruby: Excuse me what?

Jaune: And, Jessica has magic powers with her ring. Wait, Ruby has magical powers with her eyes… They’re both cute as a button. Both have a passion for heavy ordanence. Both are small. One is green, the other is red, making them complimentary colours. Have small chest, but full butts. Wow… It’s like they’re twins…

Blake: So if you imagine, Ruby as, Jessica, would that make you dealing with, NNN hard?

Jaune: No, she’d just be, Red Jessica then.

Ruby: I’d be red what?!

Blake: But, don’t you want to… ‘tap dat ass?’

Jaune: I do, but I’d rather tap the older Jessica ass, than the younger one. Well, 60/40 in favour of which, Jessica I’d like to tap.

Jaune: …

Jaune: First…

Blake: Older Jessica?

Jaune: Yeah, back in her world she’s in her twenties, she looks like a completely different person. I bet, Ruby will just look a few inches taller when she’s older.

Ruby: Take that back!

Blake: What does she look like, this older, Jessica?

Jaune: Here’s a photo she sent me…

Blake: Damn~! Puppetry was kind to her~!

Ruby: I bet I’ll get a better figure then her.

Jaune: See! I want to tap that! But, I can’t…

Blake: Why not?

Jaune: She’s back in her world, and I’m here… Can’t lose, NNN when there’s nothing to lose to…

Blake: But, I thought she was coming back?

Jaune: She promised she would, but even she doesn’t know when she could… So, yeah…

Blake: So, what are you going to do then?

Jaune: Wait, and see. What else can I do?

Ruby: You can fun with me instead~?

Jaune: Not now, Red Jessica.

Ruby: I am not, Green Ruby!?!

Blake: What do you think, Jessica is doing now?

Jaune: Probably saving the world, that’s what heroes do after all.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile in the, DC RWBY Universe

~~~~~~

Jessica: FIX THAT FUCKING MACHINE ALREADY!!!

Jessica was not saving the world at the moment, she was currently losening her mind with unbridled lust, and blinding rage.

For she was currently being restrained by her friends, Powegirl, Wonderwoman, Superman, and Hal Gordon of the Green Lantern Corp. At least they we’re trying to; One would think three of the, Leagues strongest members could restrain a girl in her mid twenties with relative ease. However, they didn’t take into consideration what a highly horny girl, who was frustrated to no end because she was so hormonal could do to a person.

For in, Jessica’s, hormonal rage, for the lack of a better description, had received both a ring from the, Star Sapphire Core, and the Red Lantern Core. Making an already powerful Lantern exponentially more powerful, and terrifying.

Clark: Hurry up! We’re barely holding her back!

Victor: We’re working as fast as we can!

A multi coloured blast of energy soon shot past, Cyborg’s head, narrowly missing the trans-dimensional gateway thar he, and Batman we’re working on repairing.

Bruce: Hal, block her energy blasts. If one those hits the machine it will be destroyed.

Hal: I’m trying, but I’m fighting three on one!

Kara: Have you called any, Lanterns for back up!

Hal: I called, but it will take them a while to come here.

Another multi coloured blast ripped past, Hal’s head, and nearly impacted one of the stations windows, but the blast doors quickly shut as the, Flash hit the emergency button to activate the blast doors.

Wally: Okay, that was close. Okay, can someone explain to me what’s going on?

Diana: She’s been cursed by, Aphrodite!

Wally: What?

Kara: She decided to do the, NNN challenge. But, that only made her think of that, Jaune kid she’s been talking about, and now she’s just really, really horny!

Clark: And, angry!

Wally: Oh… Well, not to sound vulgar, but can’t she just… do it, and relax then?

Kara: You certainly never been with a woman before have you?!

Wally: Hey!

Bruce: Enough. Just hold on a little longer, we’ve nearly finis…?!

Victor: Oh shit!

Hal: AHHH?!

Another blast of energy hit, Hals shield, only this time it broke through, and slamming into, Hal, and sending him flying only for the bolt of energy to fly though the air, and crash into the machine. It surged with new found power from within, suddenly it blast upward into a multi coloured hole in the ceiling. The ensemble of heroes stared at the whole before something fell through it, and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Before the portal, as it seemed to be suddenly vanished.

They look down upon the ground to see a suit of armour slowly rise from the ground. It’s once polished clean white metal, now was stained by streaks of rust. The knight looked down at his hands before a weary sigh escaped its lips. It’s hands reached up, and removed its helmet, revealing a mane of blond hair tied in a wolf tail. It looked down at the helmet in it’s hands before letting a deep sigh escape his lips. One burdened by the weight of the world, and tired of carrying such a burden around without rest.

: I see… I’m the, Rusted Knight once again… peachy. But… where am I? This clearly isn’t the, Ever After… So where is it?

The figure was about to turn around, when they heard a series of mechanical shifts, and the whirling of engines. He had the stinking feeling he was in a place he wasn’t supposed to be.

Bruce: Who are you, how did you get here?

: I don’t know how I got here, a portal appeared below my feet, and I fell through it, and suddenly I appeared here. As for who I am, well… In this form, I was called the, Rusted Knight. But, that was only in children’s fairytale. But, my real name is, Jaune Arc.

The knight held up it’s hands as it slowly turned around to face them, revealing a grizzled beard of golden hair, laced with white streaks. As he stood before them, he looked at them with a perplexed expression across his face as he stared at them in turn.

Jaune: Do I know you? You look familiar, at least some of you, have we met…? Wait… Jessica, is that you?

The trio was struggling to contain, the Tri-Coloured Lantern from her hormonal rage, but she suddenly went slack in their arms, as the knight fell through the portal. But, her breath quickened as she saw a grizzled old blond man appear before them.

Jessica: J-J-Jaune…? Is that really you?

Jaune: It’s really me my little nightlight.

Jaune smiled warmly, with a fatherly smile as if he was pleased to with what he saw before him. For him, being reunited with his girlfriend, even in such an unorthodox manner was quite pleasing to him. Jessica was also, extremely pleased to see her boyfriend again, she was however, going through a panic attack as she struggled to digest what she was seeing before her.

Jessica: J-J-Jaune’s here?! B-But it’s not, Jaune… This, Jaune is b-bigger! Taller! Those muscles?! And, the beard! That glorious beard! And, are those white streaks? J-Jaune’s a silver fox?! He’s a total daddy now! My Daddy now! Ah… Ah-ha…! Ahahahahahahaha?!

Everyone started looking at, Jessica in concern. Jaune was concerned that after finally reuniting with his girlfriend they would have had happy embrace, followed by a lovers kiss. But, here he was watching his girlfriend falling down into a mad fit of laughter.

For the rest of the, Justic League it was unsettling to see their friend go from stark raving mad, to looking like she was just dosed in, Joker laughing gas.

And, yet it all ended as fast as it began.

Jessica: Aaaaahhhh~!

(“Thud”)

Blood poured down, Jessica’s nose she she finally stopped laughing, before she promptly fainted, and fell upon the ground. Silence hung in the air as all turned to face their unexpected guest.

Jaune: Uhhh… Sorry?

Clark: All thing’s considered this was probably for the best.

Jaune: Okay…?

Kara: That’s, Jaune?!

Diana: he was a teenager when I last saw him, not like… this?!

Kara: Do you think, Jessica is open to sharing?

Jaune: So uhh… what now?

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Terrible Idea (Doctor Who Drabble)

Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor catches you watching Jurassic Park. Again.

Fic type: fluff

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“Are you watching that again?” 

You threw a piece of popcorn over your shoulder in the Doctor’s general direction and the Scotsman clicked his tongue and made a comment about not getting food on his TARDIS’s floor. 

“You deserved it,” you replied uncaringly. “She would agree.”

 

The Doctor came and flopped down beside you, sneaking a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. You looked at him in mock horror. 

“Don’t fink ‘e woulf,” the Doctor answered with a mouth full of popcorn. He chewed it and then swallowed. “Sorry- that was rude wasn’t it.” 

You shrugged and put a few pieces of popcorn into your mouth as well, turning your gaze back to the screen. The Doctor pulled his sonic out and clicked the button a few times thoughtfully. 

“This is wildly inaccurate. Who needs movies when I could take you to a real Jurassic Park,” he said distastefully, lips pursing as an inaccurate velociraptor ran across the screen. You stopped chewing and looked at him, eyes wide as saucers. 

“As in- as in the Cretaceous period or something? That sounds… dangerous.” Even more so than usual, you supposed, given that dinosaurs weren’t overly… verbal in a language you could understand. Could you reason with a Spinosaurus? Who knew. 

“No-” the Doctor snorted, chewing on another bite of popcorn. “Jurassic Park. On Caraxes Five. The island theme park with dinosaurs. Descended from real ones, too, if I’m not mistaken.”

 

You gave the Doctor a bit of a side-eye. 

“That happened to Caraxes One through Four?” Any civilisation that had the technology to create a real-life Jurassic Park must have been able to afford proper security. 

“Ah, brilliant question. The dinosaurs' extinction is a fixed event rather than a fixed point. Every few billion years the Universe tries again to wipe them out. Caraxes just move the park to another planet before the next extinction event occurs.” 

The Doctor’s head cocks to the side thoughtfully as another thought drops in. 

“Oh, well- there was one time on Caraxes Three when the dinosaurs got out and destroyed the planet. That only happened once, though. So, what do you say?” 

Your eyes wandered back over to the screen.

“Sounds like a terrible idea… I’m in!”

[thecagedsong]

Okay, so I've seen a lot of complaints about the writing in totk, but I think the critiques are taking too narrow a view. Sure the arcs seem flat if you start from the point of Zelda and Link traveling below hyrule castle, but I don't think that's where you, the viewer, are supposed to start. You're supposed to start the story from the true ending of botw, and in doing so, the character arcs become not only beautiful, but complimentary and fulfilling. Spoilers under the cut.

Why should you start at the end of botw instead of the start of the game? Easy, because the game has to start in medias res, it's the nature of the game, but the story the game tells starts where botw leaves off.

They did this in botw. The game starts in the shrine of resurrection, but the story starts with Zelda's first journal entry/memory and the story is really about discovering your own fall and the rebirth that comes after destruction once hope exists in the light. The character arcs are about Zelda going from stubborn isolated powerless princess to conquering evil with the power of love. Link goes from the stoic knight that puts up with every expectation and falls to Link the amnesiac going at his own pace, at his own freedom, and succeeding.

The same way botw's story starts 100 years earlier, you have to start Zelda and Link's totk arcs from the true ending of botw. From the girl that had come to terms with her own powerlessness and sought to begin rebuilding from ash and the boy who fulfilled his one task, and is still choosing to use his freedom to help the dethroned princess rebuild.

The way Zelda is written is beautiful if you start from there. Because botw ended with her accepting that she had worth and duty beyond the golden power, and totk tells you how she showed that worth through service to her people. That girl that dreamed of being a scholar became a school teacher. That girl that had to fight so hard for her father's love and was convinced that everyone hated her own powerlessness? In her powerlessness she shared her knowledge with people and became loved for it. That girl who we left seeking the Zora, the only people that would remember her, when almost no one knows about the princess who was locked in the castle, is now known throughout the land. The girl that was missing for 100 years with only the sheikah remembering her, she disappears and the whole kingdom fights to find her.

The girl we saw walking away from the ruins of her home and her cage, listening to the distant goodbyes of her long-deceased loved ones, now has a home in Hateno where children run up to her house with just as much love screaming her name.

Now, in the middle of her arc, the start of totk, Zelda goes to confront the ghosts of Hyrule castle. In all her adventures in the time skip, Castletown and the castle are nowhere on the list. They are as destroyed as they were at the end of botw. BUT she has healed and grown, and is now strong enough, and ready enough to fulfill her duty, that she can return.

But she doesn't come back as it's princess, seeking to rebuild, she comes back as the archeologist, seeking to plunder its secrets. She hides the Champion's tunic there, (with a riddle involving light) and gasps in delight over all the archeological discoveries that had laid hidden beneath her feet all these years. She can handle the empty castle as a scholar.

But then she's in the past, and she's without Link, and she's meeting the people that established the kingdom she let fall to ruin. Zelda learns about the importance of being unified, as seen from her requests to the ancient sages, a central theme of totk. Zelda faces her own powerlessness when Mineru tells her there is no way back, and when Sonia begins to teach her control. Zelda immediately despairs over ever having the control and power Sonia wields, and it's the same frustration she had with her golden power when she was younger. But she asks for and accepts help this time (like she should have from Mipha in botw) and she gains control and power and it isn't enough in the past, but she knows how to make it enough.

Having united the sages, they watch her sacrifice in a sign of respect. The sheer ceremony of the moment is like nothing we've heard about what Zelda was like during the time skip. It isn't Miss Zelda the teacher that built a school in hateno, or Zelda the scholar that walked through Hyrule castle, it is once again Zelda the Princess making this sacrifice to swallow the stone.

It's meant to parallel the moment in botw where Zelda gets swallowed up by the Calamity. But you can see that she is surer of herself, centered, unafraid, and she does not ask Link to save her. She is not praying and looking back and asking Link to come save her. Instead, she tells him to save Hyrule. And it has meaning because she is also Zelda the scholar and Zelda the teacher and the thousand of other things we learn about her activities during the time skip. That is the hyrule she wants to save. That is the Hyrule she seeks to unite by asking the sages to bind their people to help Link in the future.

(She pressed the sword to her chest in a way that mirrored her stabbing herself, this time it is Zelda who died so that Link might live in the future.)

When Zelda tells Link that she's come home, you cannot say she has not changed from the homeless girl who had just learned to accept that her worth did not lie in birthrights and golden power. Zelda had learned her worth in the skills completely absent of any power, political or golden, but in the second half of her arc took up power and leadership again because that was what Hyrule needed of her. Because of the examples of Sonia and Rauru and because her fallen kingdom wasn't united and it needed to be. She is so much more complete than at the ending of botw, or even the start of totk. She has retaken the mantle of Princess, but she knows what it is about now and I don't know how else to say it if you aren't getting it.

Then comes Link, whose flexibility as the player has always required a less complex character arc, and probably deserves its own post, but I want to give it a quickshot anyway. Link leaves off botw probably still missing most of his memories, with the mastersword on his back, this time choosing to protect and walk with Zelda on her journey around Hyrule.

In the time skip, we learn that he sticks to her like glue. Princess Zelda and Link are perpetually paired by the people of Hyrule. Link barely even registers in people's memories without Zelda around, because he hasn't truly left her in all 5-7 years during the timeskip. He is known (again?) as 'Princess Zelda's loyal swordsman'. Is that a sign of him reclaiming some of his past life? Could be. What's important to learn about Link in the time skip is that he is no longer alone. Which is a big step from botw ending Link, who was always alone and had just begun traveling with Zelda again. From the rootlessness of botw, to saving Zelda, to making Zelda the place he always chooses to be, that's how Link's grown in the timeskip. He is no longer alone because he has Zelda.

He has someone worth fighting for now, he has memories of someone precious, someone he scours Hyrule to find. Link's freedom in botw was about discovering himself, but in totk, he is using his freedom to do everything to go to her. HE HAS A HOME NOW AND ITS CALLED ZELDA. Investigating rumors, walking into obvious traps, asking everyone and their dog about her. The goal of the game is to find Zelda. Bring her back.

And then you learn about Zelda's transformation. You see her crying. He pulls each of her tears and memories into himself. And this time it's Link asking 'do you really remember me?'. He has to take up Zelda's role and bring the amnesiac back to herself, give her back her memories. The job's not done because he found her transformed, she needs her memory back, it's not done until she's back and knows herself.

This arc is coupled with Link confronting his own failures. He was at the height of his powers when the demon king Zapped him and he let Zelda slip through his fingers. He failed her, just like he did before. And the people that do recognize him without Zelda all ask him where she is, and he has to admit he failed to them too, something he didn't have to do in botw.

But unlike botw, where he failed and the solution was to get strong enough not to fail/be strong at the same time Zelda is, in totk, the solution is to unite with allies. Unite the tribes, accept their help, and only then is Link and crew strong enough to take on the demon king.

It is only when he also takes up the mantle of Rauru and Sonia and unites Hyrule into a single force, it is only when he accepts aid from the past and pulls their vision of hyrule into the future, that he gets Zelda back. Zelda needed to learn how to take up being a princess again for the sake of Hyrule. Link needed to learn how to unite Hyrule for the sake of Zelda.

And though I would have liked Zelda to be a little dragonish, or Link to deal with being an amputee, it doesn't bother me that much because their arcs weren't about that. I don't think it makes the stories bad writing.

But you have to start from the true ending of botw to get that.

[adobe-outdesign]

For pokemon reviews, maybe the spidops or lokix lines?

(Already did the Nymble line here, but as for Tarountula:)

Tarountula is a really good Pokemon, both in terms of concept and execution. A spider that covers its abdomen with silk in a manner representative of a yarn ball works perfectly, and the design gets the point across immediately. This ball protectors them from their natural predators, which is a nice touch. Oddly enough, the yarn ball is actually removable, revealing a small structure at the end of its body that ties it more into its evo.

Visually, Tarountula's stylized eyes and almost sad-looking pupils make it extremely cute, which is compounded by its stylized pedipalps and simplistic legs (so simple it actually has eight of them, a rarity in Pokemon designs). White was an obvious choice for the silk, but this is accented by some green spots on the legs and a complimentary yellow color. Good stuff all around.

You'd expect something as round as Tarountula to evolve into an even rounder, larger spider, but it instead goes into a completely different direction by becoming an ogre spider, well known for looking like you took a jpg of a normal spider and stretched it out lengthwise. Ironically, some of Spidop's features that you would probably assume are inventions by GameFreak are actually just what ogre spiders are like, such as the paired limbs and spinning net traps to catch prey in.

While it might seem like it's lost the ball of yarn theme, it's actually just expanded on it by looking like a spool of thread. The resemblance between the two is more obvious without Tarountula's web ball, but some features remain the same, such as the green-tipped limbs, stylized pedipalps, and four pairs of eyes that wrap around the head. The black color of the eyes specifically resemble an ogre spider's comically large eyes, which are so adapted for night vision that they get destroyed by the sun each day and heal again by night. No, I am not making that part up.

In addition, Spidops also has a special ops kind of thing going for it, with a kind of bullet-proof vest on its chest, goggles, and a stealth-based operatus morandi. It would almost be too much, but it's subtle enough in the design that it thankfully doesn't feel too busy.

My only issues with Spidops are that the limbs feel weirdly flat at the ends, considering it uses them to hold web and snag prey—it might've been nice if they tapered into points, at least with the front ones. I also feel like the brown-on-green palette is muddied and bit low-contrast. Even just a lighter shade of brown/tan would've helped with this while still keeping it camouflaged.

So overall, these are some really good spiders. The sewing theme is integrated into both in two unique ways, they have distinct body types, and Spidops keeps all the best attributes of the insect its based off of and adds an extra special ops theme for good measure. Tarountula also has a bangin' shiny, which doesn't hurt anything either.

[theaxolotlkween]

Some Nanite Project headcanon doodles and their explanations, going from left to right:

I doubt that Rex would say this exact thing but the idea is that, being a fairly lonely kid and someone who was probably easily bored even back then, Rex would’ve pestered the people around him a lot, which you know. Fair. I hc him as being a lot like he is now, but obviously more childish. Because literal child. So very inquisitive, curious, trusting, and empathetic, but easily bored and reckless. I feel like he would play on his own (or accidentally injure himself climbing on industrial equipment which just seems like something he just. Did. It also makes him currently being an adrenaline junkie make more sense) until he got bored (or injured) and then pester all the scientists around him that would tolerate him for long periods of time.

Next up is that Van Kleiss and Violeta Salazar (Rex’s mom) had similar or complimentary roles on the Nanite Project and thus worked together a lot. Judging by how Van Kleiss talks about Violeta in Written in Sand, they probably had a similar dynamic to Rex and Van Kleiss in that episode, except with a lot less sand and threat of imminent demise. This would be really funny to me. Also pictured Rex just hanging out, because he seems like he would be a momma’s boy. He is acting out a very tense and dramatic romance between these two cars and they are finally about to kiss. I also feel like current Rex would love K-dramas.

I honestly don’t think Van Kleiss hated or disliked Rex when Rex was a young child. I feel like he would’ve found him amusing at best, annoying at worst, and sort of weirdly endearing, but never being outright mean to him. Based on the tolerance he has for Rex’s shenanigans in the show while he has almost none for anyone else, even his own allies, this had to have started somewhere. If Rex was a chronic botherer, then someone who doesn’t get easily or outwardly annoyed would be the perfect target. Van Kleiss also still is not explaining shit, his favourite activity.

Finally, Rex naming ZagRS. This is actually one that I’ve had since I was about 14-15 because there’s no reason given for her name to be what it is. Like it’s not an acronym like GLaDOS (Genetic Lifeform and Disc Operating System), and it sounds kind of like Zagreus, an ancient Greek deity that I cannot find anything on except for who his parents might be and that he might have some connection to Dionysus. In canon, Caesar mentions that Rex speaking Spanish makes him laugh because he has trouble with pronunciation. This recently led to a whole-ass rabbit hole where I came up with the theory that Rex has just always had trouble pronouncing words because of ADHD, which fed into my already existing headcanon of Rex having named ZagRS. Also I think that Caesar was another person Rex bothered a lot because Caesar has a tendency to be pretty chill. I kind of wonder if they had to keep Rex away from ZagRS because she was designed to destroy any nanites that got out of the holding tanks.

I honestly love making these theories and headcanons so if you want to see more or have questions just pop me an ask.

[hibi2]

Hitomi as a puella magi!

I put a lot of thought into this fan design, my concepts and headcanons below the cut.

Hitomi is stated to have little magical potential. Her family is also pushing her to be a traditional girl.

Taking these into account, I started with a long flowing kimono. It’s elegant, but hard to fight in. I liked this, but didn’t quite feel right. I toyed with a priest design before the hakama. Even though it looks like a pleated skirt, it’s actually more like pants. Maybe Hitomis is like tennis skorts? I chose red purple both for complimentary colors, and for a sense of royalty. I like the outcome, but I still feel like it’s bland. I also may have over used the flower designs.

In line with her wish, she can use her weapon, paper doll charms, to turn someone or something into a paper doll. She can release them, but they will be destroyed if they catch fire. The entity inside can also break free if they’re strong enough.

As you can see, hitomi can also turn the main girls into dolls. I feel like she would do this to stop them witching out. But I think having them all dolls would drive her to despair. I think her witch would be an origami doll, similar to a girls day doll. Cranes representing the main girls would come and peck at her.

Didn’t have the time to draw that though.

[thatstonedwriter]

Epic Gamer Moment

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A/n- Hope y'all enjoy these. I included what I think Millie, Loona and Fizz's animal crossing island themes would be.

Contents; swearing, romantic relationships, some gamer slang (?), gender neutral reader

feat; Millie, Fizzarolli, Loona

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Gaming can be a great way to relax and spend time with your partner(s) and spark some playful competition...

Millie would love action/adventure and FPS/RPG games. I think she would generally go for faster paced games with lots of action and teamwork like Fortnite or Overwatch. If Millie is going to play a slower game, it either has to have an interesting story or cool visuals. That's where games like Legend of Zelda, Undertale, and Flinthook come in. (And, of course, Animal Crossing). If Millie is gaming with her partner(s), she'll probably want to party up in Overwatch so everyone can play together (and have a coordination advantage). Absolutely cusses out toxic players, omg. Especially if someone harasses her partner(s). Whoever messes with y'all gets verbally destroyed, then blocked and reported by Millie. I think she'd be a fast fucking typer, ngl. She's also a super supportive teammate. No matter how bad the game is going, she's always cheering everyone on. I'd like to think she'd wear those headphones with the light-up cat ears because that shit is so cute. Millie is also a big fan of having matching/complimentary aesthetics for your animal crossing islands. Millie's is a western theme with communal vegetable gardens and lots of black roses everywhere. Visits her partner(s)' islands regularly and chats with all the villagers.

Fizzarolli cannot handle online/team games. They're too fast and overstimulating, and I don't think he'd enjoy trying to keep up. However, get him on Harvest Moon, Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley and he's obsessed. I also think he'd love some of the old school Pokémon games. When Fizz is playing on his switch, he loves to broadcast whatever game he's playing onto the TV and sit on the couch and cuddle his partner(s). He's another who would wear cute gamer shit, like the headphones with ears, and little face stickers! Fizz gets super invested in the storylines of whatever game he's playing, and is determined to finish every task and request from villagers or in-game love interests. He'd work so fucking hard on getting a five star island in animal crossing or completing farming tasks in Harvest Moon. Also really enjoys in-game collectibles. Fizz appreciates aesthetics, and would go all-out with the cute gamer look. That would include getting LED lights and projectors to decorate the walls, light up keyboards, those really cute headphone stands, and a cute switch accessory case. Fizzarolli's Animal Crossing island has a circus theme with lots of stages/performing areas and outdoor cafes with open mic stands.

Other than Millie, Loona is probably the most competitive gamer out of their whole group. She also enjoys online competitive games, such as Valorant and Overwatch. just don't let her connect to VC; she's got some serious gamer rage. Loona generally isn't horrible about it, but toxic players and enemy teams can be frustrating, so occasionally, she goes off in /team chat. Like Millie, Loona will cuss out toxic players. Loona gets super invested in the games, so even if she's gaming with her partner(s), she'll have a hard time "just relaxing." She generally doesn't like slower paced games, but I think everyone would have a soft spot for Animal Crossing. (And I wanna believe everyone would visit each other's islands). For Loona's island, I think she would either have a gothic or city theme goin on. Lots of trees and sitting areas with tarot card sets and flowers scattered around. I think Loona would have a lot of fun with battle passes and seasonal events. It really helps her with having fun with competition, rather than getting hyper-aggressive. Loona also has some gamer set-up type things; Comfortable gaming chair, LED lights, and she probably uses a mic stand instead of headphones.

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round one of the major bracket

Propaganda:

For Kid and Killer:

there’s some somewhat recent anime episodes where there’s a lot of “I would do anything for you” “I would put my life on the line for you” and it’s just. There’s no way they’re not dating. Also they’re big scary pirates that pillage and fuck stuff up and we love that for them

They have been together committing crimes and killing people ever since childhood and they’re not about to stop any time soon

They are badass pirates who both have a huge bounty on their head. Killer's epithet is 'Massacre Soldier/Murder Mashine' (depending on the translation), so he probably got quite some blood on his hands. Kid is his captain, and has a reputation of not caring about civilian casualties and destroying more than necessary to defeat his opponent. Also, the whole crew crusified some other crew. But besides being murderous, these two care so fucking much about each other! They've been friends (lovers?) since childhood and would literally do anything for each other, including dying. Kid will destroy anyone who laughs at his partner (how he canonically calls Killer), lets himself be recaptured just after he escaped prison to save his partner, and Killer eats a faulty SMILE fruit that stops him from portraying any other emotion than laughing, makes him unable to swim, and doesn't gain him any powers, just to get a CHANCE to save his captain. When Kid saw him laugh while he obviously didn't want to, it broke his heart in many pieces (and ours with it). It's true love, your honor. True, murderous love.

For Kazuki and Rei:

they're essentially contract killers. rei comes from a long line of assassins and kazuki fell into the profession by circumstance. they're 'best friends' who live together and work on their hitman cases together. they're on one of these cases when they find themselves in an accidental baby acquisition situation and suddenly unasaka miri, aged 4, is their daughter. now all that's left is for them to forge a bunch of documents to get miri into daycare! they desperately juggle being fathers and assassins until eventually they realise they'd rather run a diner, and they live happily ever after with their daughter.

They're hitmen. They share an apartment. They end up raising a kid together (after killing her dad). They try to give that kid a normal life, but are terrible at it in complimentary ways.

Assassin partners who end up adopting a child.

[artist-issues]

it's really sad people will keep on defending the terrible little mermaid movie cause they wanna cry racism and other movies cause of crying racism. honestly I'm tired of it, the original little mermid is better, original snow white is better, everything orignal is better. but since disney want to get political, their stocks are failing and their losing money. disney is crashing and burning, they can't make anything original anymore.

Yeah, true.

I think the idea of "original is always better" isn't 100% true. The truth is, Disney used to do retellings better than anybody.

Snow White's original fairy tale, in the Brothers' Grimm version, is very good. It's all about pure innocence. But Disney came along and made a bigger, more fleshed-out version. In Disney's retelling, the Dwarves had personalities instead of being cave-dwelling blank slates, and the Prince actually met Snow White while she was dressed in rags and still loved her instead of seeing her asleep and dressed beautifully for the first time.

Those changes that Disney made to the "original" fairy tale for their movie didn't ruin the original. They just deepened the original. They complimented it.

Audiences back when the first fairy tale was being told may have understood that Snow White's beauty = purity and innocence, but Disney knew that audiences in the 1930s would need more information to understand, and enjoy that message. So

The Prince is interested in Snow White before be even knows she's a Princess, and before he even sees her beauty, because he hears her singing about love genuinely. It's her pure innocent love that attracts him.

The Dwarfs all have personalities, but the one thing they have in common is their fear of new, potentially uncomfortable things. It's not until Snow White and her genuine, selfless love comes into their lives that they start being selfless and brave, too.

The Queen dies the same way she lived: trying to bring harm to others because she only looks out for herself (even though in the original fairy tale I believe she faces capital punishment instead of her own jealousy destroying her.)

Same thing with Cinderella, and even with The Little Mermaid. The fairy tales weren't invented by Disney: the animated Disney versions were retellings. But that's the difference:

Retellings - Stories that change some details about the original, but never change anything that strengthens the important themes of the original. They're not exactly the same, but they're faithful to everything that the originals stood for.

Remakes - Stories that change the themes of the original: erasing everything that the original stood for and trying to re-write what the characters should stand for for modern audiences.

And that's the problem. Disney used to do faithful, complimentary retellings of timeless stories. Those stories were worthwhile, and Disney did them justice. Disney reminded modern audiences of the themes and values in old stories.

Now that's not true anymore. Disney doesn't remind people of the original, timeless values of old stories. It tries to rewrite those values, and in doing so, it says "those values were never timeless, or even fit to be called values."

That's the painful thing. Disney used to be the best name in retellings. Now it's the worst name in retellings.

[crossovershipstournament]

SEMIFINALS: Max Goof (Disney)/Yakko Warner (Animaniacs) VS Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)/Jevil (Deltarune)

Propaganda for Max Goof/Yakko Warner:

I just like them. I think its cute. Romeo and juliet vibes because theyre from different studios, Disney vs warner brothers. They're both funny, dorky guys, and they bring out the best in each other. Plus only child vs overworked older child turned parent is a really good dynamic too.

YAX SWEEP

#YAX SWEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

#yakko x max opened my third eye #this needs to be a thing

Cameo of Max's VA expressing approval of the ship~!

#YAX SWEEP #LETS GOOO

#yax propagandists ASSEMBLE

#yax sweep #they deserve it

Ok I keep forgetting to submit my own Yax propoganga but I have put so much thought into them.

They have the same sense of humor, we literally see them tell almost identical jokes. They’re both such dramatic showoffs and they both are schemers, they're both the brains of their group (friends v family)

They’re complimentary.

They’re foils.

Beause Yakko isn’t as open with his emotions, he’s more sarcasti. But Max has been truthful about what he feels since Goof Troop. It's there on the surface and he communicates and understands in ways that would be SO good for Yakko. They're two sides of the same coin. They are opposites but they support each others weaknesses. Yakko wants so badly to make people laugh, and it’s so important to him to do so. His self worth is connected to it, but Max doesn’t like his laugh and suppresses it. It practically writes itself. So yeah, there’s all the fun WB/Disney forbidden lovers, but it works off a dynamic that would already work really well. That's why I like them so much

Propaganda for Dimentio/Jevil:

#JEVENTIO MADE IT IN!!

They’re both insane clowns, they both have purple and yellow in their colors, they both (if you make it to Jevil’s fight) make an effort to kill the player, there’s so much in common.

Silly little guys who kill

CLOWNS

#JEVENTIO SWEEP #I love my chaotic bastards

#JEVENTIO

#GET THOSE CLOWNS TO THE TOP OF THE BRACKET #CMONNNNNN

#as the number one jeventio fan i order ya'll to vote jeventio #PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS #I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SEEING THE SHIP GET RECOGNITION THO THIS IS INSANE

#yay for the clowns!!! #I hope they win this!!

#please vote jeventio!!! #it's a lot more fun!!

#JEVENTIO SWEEP!! #two chaotic clowns is a match made in heaven!!

#JEVENTIO SWEEEEEP

#JEVENTIO?!???? #GO FOR THE CLOWNS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #spm 🤝 deltarune (having a singular goofy jester. they’re in love btw) #manipulative evil bastard who almost destroyed the ENTIRE MULTIVERSE #x chaotic little ball whos fully convinced you’re all trapped and doomed #also they’re both non-binary. if you even care

I really feel like Jevil and Dimentio would level each other out well! Sure they’re both villains, but that doesn’t make their ship any less sweet!

#GO GO JEVENTIO! WIN WIN WIN!

#VOTE JEVENTIO!! just because something is chaotic doesn’t mean it’s any less loving!!

Art Credit: Max/Yakko art by @/doodle-poofes Jevil/Dimentio art by @/kannra-orhara

[wing-ed-thing]

Shino x Reader x Kiba Love Triangle Headcanons

𓆃 Passive aggressive! It will destroy this team!

𓆃 Because neither of them think the other is good enough for you and aren't going about things in the right manner. Kiba is immature and crass! Shino is judgmental and never speaks his mind when it’s important!

𓆃 They both stumble upon their mutual fondness of you by accident and sort of just assume it's a rivalry (mostly Kiba's fault).

𓆃 Kiba will outright say that he's into you, professing his plans to woo you out loud to Shino. Perhaps he'll babble on about what kinds of restaurants you might like or what the likelihood is that he could win you over with one of the Inuzuka hounds.

𓆃 And all it takes is one (1) snarky remark from Shino for them to both realize what's happening.

𓆃 "One whiff of this cologne, and I promise this date is guaranteed!" Kiba may say. Or perhaps, "After we've gone on our first date, it's smooth sailing to a pretty wedding. I think my clan name would be very complimentary, don't you think?"

𓆃 All it takes is one, "What's the scent? Wet dog?" or "Yeah, because everyone wants their last name to be 'dog mound'" and it's all over.

𓆃 They'll admit that they are interested in you to each other, but then in like a really hilarious way they'll try to talk each other out of it.

𓆃 Shino will bring up that Kiba never had an interest in relationships, to which Kiba will say, "I never said that!" and Kiba will assert that Shino doesn't date, to which Shino will say, "Since when?"

𓆃 And because they've been on the same team since they were kids, they have this close relationship that they're grappling with as they constantly try to one-up each other.

𓆃 Shino is not above easedropping through his beetles, and Kiba isn't above completely interrupting Shino's interactions with you.

𓆃 This feud can and will spread to you and become a minor to a major inconvenience depending on how long it's been going on for.

𓆃 Trap them in a room and force them to make up and be buddies again... for your own sanity...

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[princess-leaorgana]

What Tieflings Do Chpt. 3

Summary: After the takedown of The Absolute, Zelphie finds her city in need of more help and her home destroyed. She won't stop helping, but who can help her?

Rolan x Tav (Zelphie; ~30y.o AFAB, Sorcerer, Tiefling, not really described physically on purpose <3)

M/F

Author's Note: I fucking love tielfings. Along with this being a budding romance/smut/fluff/word vomit fanfiction, it's also my case study in DnD 5e tieflings, how they act, what sets them apart from humans and devils and elves. That being said, I have a few artistic liberties in here as well where I couldn't find a straight answer, if you'll amuse me.

Warnings - Spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3, alcohol consumption. This bad Larry is another fluff. Don't worry! Also, if you catch the easter egg in this one I'll give you one lil forehead smooch.

Chapter One Chapter Two

One tenday spent in the luxurious wizard’s tower in Baldur’s Gate. The shop was still a little chaotic, but it was open for business and Rolan was hiring out for help. He had Cal and Lia and Zelphie, of course, but Cal and Lia and Zelphie were not learned spellcasters. Zelphie had the best understanding of the Weave, but she couldn’t understand conjuring the Weave manually. Rolan would attempt to spend time with her, teaching her how to read scrolls and tomes, but she was absolutely useless. And during their private lessons, Zelphie was usually very distracted with her strongly budding feelings for her teacher. That absolutely destroyed her concentration. Nothing had yet happened down that road, and it had almost been too long for Zelphie to feel comfortable bringing it up. She left the siblings that day to head out into the city. She had a few things to sell and was in the market for a redecoration for her room. Larroakan’s taste was high class but cold and dark. The room was beautiful, but it needed more love. She hadn’t done anything about it until then as she still had a gnawing feeling in the back of her mind that she wasn’t to stay with the siblings. She would get an occupation of her own and allow the family to be one again. It didn’t seem like that was going to happen. Lia would scold her if she ever brought it up.

Old potions and elixirs and small trinkets she had picked up on the road were sold quickly for decent coin. Anything she had that was impressive she donated to Sorcerer’s Sundries to either use or sell. Rolan fought with her on that, but she insisted it being a complimentary rent for now. Rolan still fought with her. 

The streets were still a mess, but a livable one. People were back to life a little. It wasn’t normal, but it wasn’t apocalyptic. After a decent amount of shopping and many compliments from people who recognized her on the street, she headed for some lunch. She hadn’t seen any of the other tieflings since the battle, and she was very ready to see some happy and familiar faces. Lakrissa, an absolute menace of a thief, had gotten a job at The Elfsong Tavern, the nicest spot in the whole city for a pint and relaxation. Zelphie was very excited to see if her friend was there today, and if she had time for a drink. Walking past two hired hands at the entrance, she was met with the most people she had seen at the tavern. Good, she didn’t want any more compliments, she just wanted to be a normal patron. As she made her way to the bar, to order from the barkeeper, Alan, Zelphie stopped as she heard her name shouted.

‘Zelphie! The beautiful hellspawn who saved Baldur’s Gate!’ Lakrissa, the little shit. Zelphie’s nose scrunched as attention in the tavern fell on her. She turned her head to see Lakrissa sitting on a patron’s lap of all places and she was looking right at her, her arm raised in the air. Zelphie got a cheer and shook her head, staring at Lakrissa. ‘The person who buys our hero her first round wins also buying a round for me!’ She announced to roaring laughter. Lakrissa hopped off her perch and walked over to Zelphie. ‘There you are, hero,’ she said and Zelphie sighed.

‘Here I am, thank you for the announcement, pity, you used to be my favorite,’ she said and took an empty seat at the bar. Lakrissa laughed at her. Alan walked over with a glass full of ice and an amber liquid. ‘Hello Alan,’ she greeted the bartender and she gave her a charming smile.

‘Where’ve you been then? I need you to find me that Minsc fellow. Rented a room here after you all left and started fighting for coin in there. He owes me,’ he said and Zelphie laughed.

‘I wish I could say I bear responsibility for Minsc, but I’ll do my best to settle his debt,’ she said and smirked.

‘So, how IS your favorite, hm? Heard you got a room at the wizard’s tower,’ Lakrissa said, sitting next to Zelphie. Zelphie turned back to Lakrissa.

‘I got very lucky, Lia caught me while I was wandering the streets like a tom cat. I could barely stand. My place was absolutely decimated, I’m surprised the tavern is still around,’ she said and took a sip of her drink. Rum. She hissed and looked up at Alan. ‘It’s barely after breakfast,’ she said and Alan just grinned.

‘You are very welcome,’ he said and walked off to help another patron.

‘Come on, tell me, tell me,’ Lakrissa said and shook Zelphie’s leg. She took another sip and laughed.

‘What is there to tell? It’s not like before I wasn’t constantly on the move. I have a big beautiful comfortable bed to sleep in with a roof over my head. I get fed three times a day AND I’m bathing every day. I am living the high life,’ she said and Lakrissa shook her head.

‘Yes, that big beautiful bed, whose is it?’ She asked, leaning in. Zelphie leaned in with her, smirking.

‘Mine,’ she answered and Larkissa scoffed.

‘Either you’re a tease or Cal is a liar,’ she said, straightening up. Zelphie knew what Lakrissa was getting at, if involved Cal. Although nothing had really happened between her and Rolan and she would have liked for something to have happened, Cal was not being subtle at home about trying to get the two closer. She would have loved to be closer to Rolan, of course she would have, but she wouldn’t allow her new home to be ruined by those feelings. She would rather have good friends than anything.

‘Cal is a liar, but who said I’m not a tease?’ Zelphie said and Lakrissa laughed.

‘Oh, there she is. Gods I’m glad you are alright,’ she said and Zelphie smiled at her.

‘The feeling mutual,’ she said softly. The rum was getting to her quicker than she would have liked. ‘How is Alfira?’ She asked and Lakrissa smiled.

‘She’s perfectly fine, a little set back with her big plans, what with the total destruction of the city, your fault,’ she said and Zelphie nodded and laughed.

The two caught up and Zelphie was given a second drink and was quickly feeling silly. Lakrissa was forced to end her little break and Zelphie left the tavern, hungry and drunk. She walked very slowly back to the tower. On her way back, a little gray kitten began to follow her home. Zelphie swayed when she knelt down to pick up the little sweet thing. 

‘Oh hello you little fella,’ she said and lifted the kitten in her arms. ‘You must be starving, come let’s fill that belly of yours,’ she said, deciding in her drunken state that she would adopt this little kitten. It clung to her with its little claws and Zelphie cooed down at it. ‘Oh aren’t you sweet?’ She said and rubbed the kitten’s chin. She continued to walk to Sorcerer’s Sundries and she moved out of the way of a very upset looking half-orc. She stumbled into the shop happily, her eyes and all attention still on the kitten. 

‘There you are, I almost sent a search party out for you,’ Rolan called from the counter and walked over to her happily.

‘Look what I found Rolan!’ She cried happily and held the kitten up. Rolan’s happy face turned to concern as he looked at the little kitten in Zelphie’s hand. ‘He followed me home, isn’t he sweet?’ She asked and Rolan sighed at her, giving the sweet little kitten a pet.

‘Have you been drinking?’ He asked her, not ready to entertain the topic of the kitten until he squared away why her eyes were so sleepy looking and why she was swaying a little.

‘Yes, Lakrissa made me, but I guess she didn’t really because I did it anyway,’ she said with a snicker. ‘Only two rum drinks, but you know me, cheap date,’ she said and giggled and Rolan smirked a little.

‘I don’t know that about you, in fact,’ he said and she giggled.

‘Yes, because you’ve never taken me on a date,’ she said and poked him in the chest. She was plastered.

‘Alright, alright, up to bed with you, come now,’ he said, escorting her upstairs.

‘I said I was a cheap date, not an easy one,’ she said and barked out a laugh. She leaned on Rolan and held the little kitten close to her. Rolan burned red, but would ignore her. He wrapped an arm around her to keep her upright. She was loving that sensation. She was aware that she was drunk, and as obnoxious as she was, she wouldn’t make him angry. ‘Is it okay that I have a kitten? A little familiar? I can’t have a real one you see, I didn’t go to school,’ she rambled.

‘You’re fine, I’m sure with everything you’ve accomplished a cute kitten wouldn’t be much of a leap in responsibilities.’ He said and Zelphie giggled.

‘You do think he’s cute? Oh good. I always knew you were a cat person. All good people love cats. The real good ones, because dogs are all lovely and good but dogs love you unconditionally. Cats, cats are as smart as people and are choosy, so I say anyone who can get along with a cat is a good person,’ she rambled on and hiccuped. She felt his thumb rub her arm and the warmth and comfort of his touch led her tail to curl around his.

‘Yes, I do think he’s cute,’ Rolan said simply. Zelphie's attention went back to the kitten, who was very happy to be held. Zelphie scratched the little one under his chin. He was a perfectly gray cat with a small tuft of white on his chest. He was going to need a bath.

‘We are going to get you all cleaned up my little one, and we’ll feed your hungry little belly,’ she cooed and stroked the top of the kitten’s head. ‘How has the shop been today, and who was that lady who was leaving the shop so angry when I came in?’ She asked Rolan.

‘Oh, I’m very glad you’ve been off today, the amount of disappointing interviews I’ve had today…’ he said, tutting. He was much more comfortable talking about this sort of thing, others bothering him. ‘The last one, she claimed to be a cleric of Helm. More like a Paladin of Cyric the way she bumbled about. She couldn’t even bring a desert plant back to life. I’m not looking for a prodigy, but if your god doesn’t give you gifts, there is nothing I can do for you,’ he said and chuckled. Zelphie shook her head, Rolan was lying. He would only want the best in his shop. Perfection at the bare minimum. ‘We did find a budding wizard. She’s a bit under motivated, but I’m sure with my teachings she will flourish in no time,’ he told her and Zelphie put on a little pout.

‘Ah, so our lessons are all over? You’ve given up on me?’ She asked him and he looked down at her and laughed at her silly face.

‘Not even a little. I’m going to get you to master prestidigitation one of these days, I promise,’ he told her and she smiled. She hummed and looked back down at the kitten.

‘I’m jealous of your new apprentice, you’re a wonderful teacher,’ she said and Rolan sighed down at her.

‘Oh, do not be jealous. If she doesn’t perform, she’s out. You on the other hand, I’m too stubborn to let you quit,’ he told her and she smiled to herself. Was she jealous of this person she’d never met? A little. Would she keep up whining at Rolan? No. Did she want to? Yes. The pair got to Zelphie’s bedroom and Zelphie walked in, placing the little kitten on her bed.

‘Now, that’s nicer than the streets, isn’t it?’ She asked the little kitten.

‘Did you want help with him? He certainly needs a bath, I’m not even a fan of him being on the bed,’ Rolan said and scooped the kitten back up. Rolan did like cats, which was great for him; the streets of Baldur’s Gate were littered with them. The kitten took to him quickly, purring and rubbed his face hard against Rolan’s hand. Zelphie giggled and removed her bag and outer jacket.

‘I would love some help. And it looks like he loves you Rolan,’ she said and walked over to the pair. ‘Did you have cats growing up?’ She asked and Rolan nodded.

‘Yes, a lot of cats. Mother spoiled me a lot. She called me sensitive. I used to hate it when she referred to me like that. Like I was weak, but I know now what she meant by it,’ he said, still enjoying petting the kitten. ‘She meant that I was sensitive to others. Those smaller or weaker than myself. When someone needed my help,’ he continued and Zelphie’s smile grew.

‘Like me,’ she said softly and Rolan nodded.

‘Yes, you have the exact same instinct as me. You understand people who need help,’ he said and Zelphie shook her head.

‘No, no, I mean, I’m one of those people who needed your help and you gave it so freely,’ she said and walked closer, reaching out to pet the kitten. Rolan looked down at her and raised an eyebrow.

‘It was a privilege to help you, Zelphie. I finally had a way to pay you back for everything you have done for me. And my family,’ he told her honestly. She looked up at him and chewed on her bottom lip a little.

‘And when will this help run out?’ She asked him softly and he raised his eyebrows.

‘I don’t know…’ he whispered after a moment. ‘But when it does, I ask you to help me out once more by continuing to stay here. Because you being here, it’s more…a selfish want than a payback,’ he admitted and Zelphie’s eyes grew. There was another little silent moment and then Rolan looked back down at the kitten. ‘So,’ he cleared his throat and Zelphie’s eyes fluttered a little. She had been lost, sweet words from Rolan and two glasses of straight rum were an easy recipe for a mindless Zelphie. ‘Shall we start with his bath in the sink? You can’t get their ears wet, I think we’ll have better control of that in the sink than the bath,’ he told her and she sobered a little and nodded.

‘Oh, yes, yes, that’s a good idea,’ she said and the two walked to the bathroom together. She turned in the tap and walked to her bath for soap to use on the poor little kitten. She grabbed two towels as well, one for the inevitable mess and the other for the kitten. Rolan tested the water and held the kitten under the water, holding his scruff. The kitten immediately wiggled and cried. ‘Oh, no no, it’s okay, it’s okay little one, you’ll feel so much better,’ Zelphie cooed and helped get the kitten wet quickly and lathered up some soap. Rolan used his free hand to stop the kitten from swatting Zelphie. He was getting a few cuts, but was about as stubborn as the kitten was. The bath was very quick. The vermin and dirt and whatever else was in the little guy was removed and Zelphie scooped him into a towel, wrapping him tight. He kept crying. ‘Now now now, this is better, hm? Nice and warm, oh lucky you,’ she said and walked out of the bathroom, cradling the cat. ‘You can watch me take a bath later, you’ll see it’s not so bad,’ she continued to talk and Rolan walked out with her. ‘Thank you so much for helping. That would have been a fiasco if I had tried it alone,’ she said and Rolan grinned.

‘You did most of the hard work,’ he said and she shook her head.

‘Let me see your hand, cat scratches are awful things,’ she said and he gave her his hand with a little hesitation. She reached out and lifted his hand up, closing her eyes. ‘Te Curo,’ she whispered easily and with a cool blue flash of light, the scratches were gone from his hand as was the growing itching sensation he was getting from the cuts.

‘Well, thank you,’ he said softly and Zelphie smiled up at him.

The pair helped the kitten get as dry as possible and Rolan led Zelphie to the sitting room so the kitten could be in front of a fireplace. Zelphie began a fire as Rolan sat on the floor and let the kitten out of his towel wrapping. The kitten took his freedom happily and shook his body of water and took to licking the rest off.

‘I’m glad it’s still light out, he’ll be dry in no time,’ Zelphie said and sat down next to Rolan.

‘He’s a lucky little thing, finding you of all people,’ he said and looked down at Zelphie who smiled. She felt her own tail curl up happily. She scooted closer to Rolan and with all the liquid courage she had left in her system, she leaned against him gently and looked over at the kitten, who was fervently grooming himself. Rolan froze a little, the feeling of her body against his. She had leaned on him earlier because she was drunk. She was still drunk, wasn’t she? ‘H-how are you feeling?’ He asked her softly and she smiled.

‘I’m perfect,’ she said, meaning it. Was there a little rum floating in her head? A little. Enough to be a little sleepy and a little bold. But not enough to ruin her senses. The screams of a kitten in a bath had sobered her up considerably. But besides that, she was sitting in front of a fire, very close to a person she trusted and adored. Watching a kitten groom himself. She had no complaints. There was another moment of silence before Rolan’s arm coiled around her waist, holding her a little closer. Zelphie’s heart did flips in her chest and her tail found his quickly. She felt Rolan’s lips in her temple before he spoke.

‘Yes you are,’ he whispered and Zelphie felt the warm rush again. This time, she wouldn’t let it hang. She turned her head to look at him properly. He was looking right down at her, his yellow glowing eyes, his strong and sharp features. Zelphie wouldn’t remember who moved first or who moved the most. She just knew that both of them had and the pair kissed. Simple as that. Had it been too soon? Had it taken too long for such a simple, lovely little thing? It didn’t matter, it was happening, and Zelphie felt every spark of electricity in her body zap her skin. She refused to break this kiss. She had been wanting to kiss Rolan for a very long time. She felt his hand on her cheek and then the absence of his lips. He placed his forehead on hers. ‘Was that alright?’ He whispered softly and she nodded, a little speechless. He was more than alright, he was everything. She reached up again, needing to be back in their first kiss. A first kiss for lovers, what a dream. He kissed her back and she gave way to a grateful sigh. She felt his fangs against her lips, she could taste him. Her heart was beating terribly quickly.

‘How long have you been hoping to do that?’ She asked him softly, their foreheads and noses still connected. She was no longer drunk from the rum, but drunk from something else entirely. He grinned and nuzzled down against her.

‘A while…a long while,’ he admitted. She giggled in response. ‘Please tell me you’ve felt the same.’

‘Yes, if only you hadn’t hated me so much,’ she said and he laughed.

‘I did hate you, though, I’ve always been a supporter of the fact that hate and love are not mutually exclusive,’ he told her and her heartbeat quickly. He didn’t mean what he just said, of course. He couldn’t have. Love her? Love her. Not like that, certainly. ‘Because I do, I do love you, I cherish you. And I’m a fool for trying to hide it. I only wanted to make you comfortable around me, I…but everyone is so quick to poke and prod at my feelings for you, I wasn’t very good at hiding them,’ he told her. She felt his thumb rub her cheek gently. She could have melted into a puddle.

‘It shows you have respect for me, but you’ve made me comfortable Rolan. I trust you. I-‘ she said quickly and chewed on her cheek. ‘I love you too.’ She finished and looked into his eyes. He was as close as another person could be. She giggled again and he leaned down to kiss her again. Love. Real, trusting and respecting love. She’d never had that before. Love was more than kisses in front of a fireplace, love was bonding, understanding, trusting, wanting, caring. She would count what she and Rolan shared as love. But like lovers, they had that one more inch of feeling. For did she not love Lia and Cal? Yes. Did she love Jaheira and Gale and Shadowheart and Karlach and Wyll? Yes. Rolan was a different love, with that extra special something that made her stomach flip. He was handsome, he had a velvety low voice. He was commanding and mighty stubborn. Zelphie was attracted to him and it was clear, in the very least, that Rolan was also attracted to her. It was very nice to feel him want her. His hand holding her cheek, the other holding her side, holding her close. Possession. She felt fiery. She was all his. She placed a hand on his thigh and she heard him sigh out. She didn’t want to start anything else, but she did want to touch him.

‘Too, too long. You were right. Wizards are stubborn,’ he said and she laughed. ‘I should have done that ages ago, though…I don’t know if it’s stubbornness or the fear that…I was wrong about how you might have felt about me,’ he continued and Zelphie just kept smiling.

‘I’m glad for your new bravery,’ she whispered softly and Rolan took a minute and spoke again.

‘This isn’t all because you’ve been drinking, is it?’ He asked, clearly nervous about asking that. His voice quivered a bit and he was quick with his words.

‘No, but that’s a very kind question. No, listening to him screaming was enough to sober me up,’ she said and glanced at the kitten, who was still quickly attempting to lick himself dry. She laughed at the sweet sight and looked back at Rolan. ‘Like I said, I’ve been feeling a special way about you for a long while now, Rolan. Since the party, actually, back at our camp…’ she said and Rolan’s eyes widened. She laughed again. ‘Well, you were happy and a little silly, it was a very nice side of you to see,’ she said and Rolan’s smile widened.

‘Well, I can’t blame you then,’ he said playfully, Zelphie laughed lightly. ‘But…silly? Mmmm not my favorite word,’ he said and Zelphie laughed.

‘Then don’t act silly when you’ve had too much wine,’ she told him and he chuckled. ‘But you know, I feel very lucky to see a more relaxed side of you,’ she explained and Rolan nodded.

‘If you see me relaxed it's only because of how you make me feel, my dear,’ he told her and she smirked. My dear. It wasn’t the first time he had called her that. It was very sweet, maybe a little too innocent and careful, but too careful was better than too strong.

‘Now that is the best compliment I think anyone has ever paid me,’ she said and he laughed.

‘I don’t believe you, but I’m going to pretend you’re telling the truth,’ he told her and glanced at the kitten. Still going at himself. Poor little thing. ‘What shall we name him then?’ He asked and Zelphie looked at the kitten.

‘Surely Rolan Junior,’ she said and Rolan barked a laugh.

‘No, gods no, please do not call it that,’ he said and Zelphie hummed a laugh. He looked down at her and shook his head. ‘No, I know that look, I forbid it, both you and the kitten will be street urchins again,’ he told her and she laughed. She leaned over and scooped up the kitten who grumbled a little and went back to his grooming.

‘He is as stubborn as you, it appears,’ she said and Rolan smirked.

‘Hush you,’ he said softly and kissed her temple. She leaned back on him. This was very nice.

‘Ronald,’ she said and he laughed.

‘Please don’t,’ he said, his lips still her hair.

‘Rolanda,’ she added.

‘Zelphie.’

Silence passed between the two of them, Zelphie thinking and enjoying the moment, Rolan’s face buried in her hair. What was he thinking about, she wondered. Was he as happy as she was? She hoped he was, for she was very very happy. She continued to think about a good name for the kitten, no more teasing Rolan. After a moment she gasped.

‘What?’ He asked her, as if she had woken him up.

‘Elminster,’ she said and he laughed loudly and looked down at the kitten.

‘That is the most offensive way to honor Mystra’s chosen,’ he said and she grinned and rubbed the top of the kitten’s head. The poor thing was only concerned with drying himself off. Rolan sat up straighter and held his hands near the kitten, his hands beginning to burn hot. They stayed still together and very quickly the cat dried up. Zelphie looked up at Rolan and smiled.

‘Thank you,’ she said and Rolan smiled.

‘Lajy,’ he said simply. Zelphie blinked at him. Lajy was Infernal, Infernal for love. ‘I used love just then to conjure that heat. We should name him Lajy.’ He used love to dry off the kitten, wizards had to use emotions and memories to call upon The Weave, and Rolan has just used love to burn his hands enough. She smiled up at him, feeling as warm and as comfortable as she could be. She leaned back on him and his grip got tighter on her. He held her while she held the little cat.

‘Lajy,’ she repeated and stroked the kitten’s newly cleaned fur. He felt Rolan leaning against her temple again, their horns clinking a bit. Rolan’s horns were incredibly graceful, almost economical in their shape. They were large, but they swept back and up, out of the way. Zelphie’s were less economical. They went up and out. She found it very difficult to lay on her side at night, and with Rolan so close, she wouldn’t move, as if she did, she might take his eye out. They found a perfect position and the nice peaceful moment was only interrupted by the sound of a hungry belly. Rolan would blame it on Lajy.

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Best Aid - Part Six

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, blood, mention of torture and abortion/misscariage. And overdose. Jesus, dark episode? haha

A/N:  Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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The room you were in now was five times larger than your entire apartment. Thomas's aunt's hotel was a thousand times more than you had expected. In your hotel "room," you had a kitchen, a dining room, a TV room, a massive bedroom, and an even bigger bathroom. It's practically a fully furnished luxury apartment with room service, which, according to him, is 100% complimentary for you. The hotel was a bit farther from the hospital, but it didn't make much of a difference.

You felt somewhat out of place, sitting on the light gray, probably more expensive than your car, plush sofa. "Please don't destroy anything," you whispered to Ozzy, who was nestled on your lap.

Why exactly you were here remained a mystery to you. Sure, there's all that "your life is in danger" stuff, but why are you here? Thomas brings everyone around him who's in danger to this hotel? Or were you an exception? And why would you be? Would it be too arrogant to think you were the only one he cared about to this extent? Why would you even want to think that?

In the past few days, you felt your world flip, everything turned upside down. You let your body sink deeply into the sofa, your head falling backward and resting on the soft cushions. Your eyes closed out of exhaustion from the days that had passed, the hours you couldn't sleep. Now, for some strange reason, you felt safe, and within seconds, you slept like you hadn't in days.

**

"Who is she exactly?" Polly asked Thomas as they sipped on whiskey in the hotel restaurant. The restaurant was bustling, guests enjoying their dinner to the soothing sounds of jazz, relishing the cuisine crafted by a Michelin-starred chef.

"The doctor. You know who she is, Pol," Thomas replied, grabbing a cigarette and sliding it to his lips. In a fluid motion, Polly plucked the cigarettes from his mouth.

"Smoking is prohibited here," she said, crushing the cigarette in her hand, causing Thomas to roll his eyes. "I know who she is, but why is she here?" she inquired, gazing into her nephew's eyes, as if trying to read between the lines of his thoughts.

"She's in danger," he replied.

"Aren't we all?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Yes. But she doesn't know anything, Pol. Even if she did, she wouldn't know how to protect herself from it," he sighed. "I can't allow them to kill another person who has nothing to do with any of this," he said, his voice intense.

Pol nodded, her head slowly bobbing back and forth. "Be careful, Thomas. You might do more harm to her if you fall in love," she warned.

Thomas scoffed, shifting his gaze to the restaurant's entrance. "Can you keep an eye on her?" he asked, avoiding eye contact.

"Poor girl," Polly whispered to herself. "Sure, I’ll make sure she is ok," she shrugged.

"Thanks, Pol," he said, then downed the contents of his glass in one gulp.

"Would you like dinner?" Polly asked, but Thomas shook his head.

"No, I've got work to do," he said, rising from his seat and bidding his aunt farewell with a quick kiss on the top of her head.

“Bloody hell” She cursed as she watched him walk away. She knew he was already too involved with you and that could be a problem. 

The last few times Thomas fell in love were chaotic. Let's just say that when he falls in love, he doesn't think straight. Granted, his relationships weren't exactly healthy.

The first woman he fell in love with nearly ten years ago was named Grace. At that time, Thomas was just starting to build his empire. He fell deeply in love with this woman, who turned out to be a spy. Luckily, she was terrible at her job. Several tumultuous months of on-and-off again relationship followed as she was torn between doing her job and allowing herself to fall for the man she had to spy on. 

He spiraled when she decided to do "the right thing" and left his life with a folder full of evidence against Thomas. He had to take her down, well, actually Polly did because he was too busy drowning in alcohol. Grace's name is still not spoken in the Shelby family to this day.

The second one was a crazy Russian, he did business with her family. She was the "if you jump, I jump" type. For a while, Polly thought she might mean something good for him. He was happy, felt alive. She injected some fervor into his life, a kind of motivation.

However, because of her, drugs became a problem. She, like many rich people, had her vices, cocaine being the worst of them. They had an intense nightlife, so intense that it became their entire life. He spent so much time with his face in the white powder at night that during the day, he couldn't function. To make matters worse, he dragged Arthur into it.

Polly spent a long time trying to pull him out of that reality, but nothing worked. Until the Russian woman discovered she was pregnant. Tommy, as crazy and reckless as he might be, he always puts family first. 

After a long conversation with Polly, he knew that he needed to change, but she didn't want to. To start with, she didn't want the child. That was enough to make him crazy angry because he did want it and he knew that if she didn’t, there was nothing he could do about it. 

During that period, they argued 24/7. Until he finally won and made her promise that for nine months, just nine months, she wouldn't use any drugs. In the meantime, he gave her everything she wanted… cars, a house, luxury clothes, horses, businesses, whatever she desired, she had it.

For four months, they went together to the obstetrician, already looking at baby clothes in stores. Polly thought everything was settled. But her sobriety didn't last long. Thomas had to travel to the United States for a weekend, and during that weekend he was away, she had an overdose. It's a common thing, when an addict stays sober for a while and then uses again, they usually maintain the same dosage, but their tolerance is lower. She died, and so did the baby.

After that, Thomas was never the same. He never got seriously involved with any woman again, and it's been six years.

**

You woke up with a start, sitting up abruptly on the sofa as your brain raced to understand where you were. Something that often happens when you take those heavy afternoon naps. 

You brought your hands to your face, rubbing your eyes as you tried to calm down, realizing you felt strangely well-rested. Glancing at your wristwatch, you had an hour before your shift started, so you decided to get up and start getting ready.

In the bathroom, the bathtub seemed to beckon you for a long soak, and you allowed yourself to take advantage of the room's amenities. 

After you were dressed, you heard a knock on the door followed by someone yelling "room service!" You frowned and opened the door to see a woman whose eyes held a certain depth and charisma, and her curly brown hair framed her face in a way that exuded confidence and charm.

"I know you," you said as you tried to figure out where you knew her from.

"Yes, we've met. I'm Polly," she said, extending her hand towards you.

"Oh, yes, of course! It's nice to see you again. Thank you for letting me stay here" you smiled and shook her hand.

"No problem. I brought breakfast for you," she said, pushing a metal cart into the room, forcing the door to swing open, making you step aside.

"That's very kind of you," you replied with a hint of doubt in your voice.

Polly assessed the surroundings and turned her attention back to you. "Didn't sleep?" she asked, looking inside the room, which had a perfectly made bed.

"Oh, I did. I was so tired that I passed out on the sofa," you said with a shy smile.

"I see," she removed the cover from the food on the cart. "I hope you like croissants."

"Who doesn't?" you smiled.

Polly chuckled softly “You have no idea how many people don't”

She said as she began arranging a small breakfast spread on a nearby table, which included not only croissants but also a selection of pastries, fresh fruit, and a steaming pot of coffee. 

“I’ll let you eat” she smiled “if you need anything, you let me know”

“Ok” you nodded “thank you” 

As you started to enjoy your breakfast, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Polly's unexpected kindness.

Your shift at the hospital was calm, with nothing too dramatic happening, just a few broken bones and some cases of diarrhea. But with almost two hours to go, your boss gives you a call and asks if you can pull a double shift because the other doctor had a last-minute issue.

You agree reluctantly because, let's face it, you need the extra cash to move into a new apartment since you're definitely not going back to your old one.

"Hey, beautiful," Jeremy said as he approached you. You were reading a patient's chart who was just admitted.

"Hey," you replied, happy to see him. "Oh, I'm so glad you're on this night shift. I've missed you," you said with a smile and hugged him, setting the chart aside.

"Oh, girl, I had to take my fiancé for a colonoscopy. Poor thing..." he said, and you smiled.

"Why? What's wrong with him?" you asked.

"Suspected benign prostatic hyperplasia," he replied, and you nodded.

"But he's so young. BPH usually happens in older patients. It's a bit weird, isn't it?" you furrowed your brow, and he agreed as you walked through the hospital hallway.

"Yeah, it is, but the doctor doesn't think it's anything serious, and I'm trusting him. And don't you dare fill my head with worries," he warned you with an annoyed look.

"It probably isn't anything serious," you reassured him with a laugh.

"How is your man, by the way?" he asked.

"What man?" you asked, frowning.

"Thomas?" he said as if it were obvious.

"He's not my man Jer, for God's sake," you replied, avoiding the question.

"Hmm. I see you still haven't sorted things out with him. Why?" he asked.

“Too complicated” you answered “can we please not talk about it?”

“You are really just gonna let him go that easily? not even one fuck to see if things match? What if he’s that kind of guy who fucks you senseless? He sure looks like it” he chuckled 

“You are so… so dirty” you said, not finding the right words

“That's what my fiance tells me” he smirked, making you laugh

Your shift continued calmly until around two in the morning when the same figures you had prayed to any higher power, be it God or the universe, not to return to the hospital, came back. Arthur and John Shelby walked in, carrying a man covered in blood. Thomas walked calmly behind them. The nurses on duty rushed to assist in transporting the man, who appeared unconscious, to a bed.

"I need him alive," Thomas said as you passed in front of him on your way to the man. You stopped and stared at him for a few seconds, a mix of confusion and anger on your face. Looking at his hands, you noticed the scratches on his knuckles and blood, a lot of it. You thought of a million things to say but simply shook your head and continued to walk to the man.

"Okay, what do we have?" you asked, putting on your gloves as you saw Jeremy opening the patient's clothing. Other nurses were connecting him to the cardiac monitor while another assessed his neurological responses.

"Male, around 30, beaten and with a gunshot wound, no signs of exit wound," Jeremy said “look at this” he said showing you the man's hands, all nails were pulled out “He was tortured.”

"Neurological signs are normal," the nurse assessing responded.

"Alright, let's control the bleeding. Can someone get a blood bag, just in case?" you requested and began evaluating the gunshot wound in his shoulder, which appeared to be a few days old, already starting to show signs of infection. "Oh, jesus. Can someone bring the portable X-ray; we need to see where the bullet is lodged."

"There's no bullet," Thomas said, standing a few steps away from the bed.

The nurses looked at you, puzzled, waiting to see if they should fetch the X-ray or not. "Go," you said, choosing to ignore him.

"It's a waste of time. You won't find anything," he insisted.

"Do you want to do my job?" you snapped, annoyed, and when he remained silent, you continued, "Then shut up and let us work.". You knew if you told him to wait outside or to fuck off he would ignore you and that would piss you off more.

You turned your attention back to the man. "Has his blood been collected?" you asked.

"Yes, I told the lab to rush the tests," Jeremy replied, now cleaning the patient, who was covered in both dried and fresh blood, making it difficult to see the wounds. The man’s face was unrecognizable, all swollen, red and purple. 

"I want a chest and a head X-ray," you instructed. As soon as the radiologist arrived with the machine, he nodded and started to do his work. 

"Jaw fractured in many places," the radiologist reported as he examined the images. "He has some signs of pneumonia, his bronchi are very radiolucent. Lungs don't look too good. No sign of free fluid and no sign of any bullets. There are also five broken ribs, all still in place with no indication of lung perforation. Bullet wound looks clean, nothing damaged around it" he sighed “that’s all” 

"Thank you," you said with a smile as you watched him walk away. "It's likely he has aspirational pneumonia, given the amount of blood in his nostrils and mouth," you remarked while examining his mouth. "Alright, let's begin with broad-spectrum antibiotics and some pain relief. We'll proceed with the dressings, and remember, the bullet wound requires pressure. I won't suture the wound because it looks bad and infected” you took another look at the wound 

You worked efficiently with your team to stabilize the patient, providing him with the necessary care. Despite the earlier tension with Thomas, you focused on your duties as a doctor. The man's life was in your hands, and you were determined to do everything you could to save him.

“We'll await the results of the blood test to determine if a transfusion is necessary; I suspect it is due to his pale mucous membranes, but we'll confirm that. He does appear somewhat dehydrated, so we can prepare the fluids, but let's hold off on it a bit. If he's hypovolemic, giving him fluid prematurely could worsen his condition." You continued, "We should also work on warming him up," your gaze shifting to his pale and cold skin. "Monitoring his vital signs will be crucial. Keep a close watch on his oxygen saturation, heart rate, and blood pressure. Please inform me immediately if you notice any changes."

As the medical team swiftly began implementing your orders, you kept a watchful eye on the patient's condition. The antibiotics and pain relief were administered promptly, and the dressings were applied with care, paying special attention to the bullet wound's pressure.

You took a deep breath, observing the medical team as they moved in an almost synchronized rhythm. The controlled chaos of the emergency room was like a well-orchestrated dance, each member playing their part with precision and efficiency.

Taking a step back, you scanned the area, but Thomas was nowhere to be seen. You walked outside to search for him and found him with his brothers, right outside, smoking.

"Is he alive?" he asked when he saw you.

"Did you do that?" you asked, ignoring his questions. He ran his tongue over his lips, briefly averting his gaze as if he had no patience for your question.

"Is he alive?" he asked again, this time with more firmness in his voice.

"Yes..." you responded almost in a whisper.

"Good," he said, tossing his cigarette on the ground and heading towards his car.

"I need to know his name; he needs a file," you said urgently.

"Oh, he's a John Doe," he replied, his back turned to you as he walked away, almost mockingly.

"He was tortured!" you yelled.

"Was he?" he asked, turning to you as he opened the door to his car. "I didn't notice. Call me if he dies."

You stood there, seething with anger and frustration, watching him drive away without a care in the world. The Shelby brothers remained smoking, exchanging glances as they witnessed the tense encounter between you and Thomas.

“What the fuck are both still doing here?” you asked

“Making sure no one comes for him,” Arthur said, trying to hide his chuckle

You shook your head and returned to the hospital. You couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that something was terribly wrong with this situation. The mysterious patient had been brutally beaten and left for dead, and Thomas's nonchalant attitude left a sour taste in your mouth. A wave of nausea washed over you. The same hands that had once made you crave for more were now capable of something so terrible. Doubt and unease gnawed at your mind as you grappled with the unsettling reality of Thomas Shelby's duality.

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