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contemplativepancakes · 3 years

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Geralt is possibly the least interesting vampire in the world. Jaskier is strangely okay with that. 4k, G. read on AO3 here!

for @theamazingbard (:

Geralt holds up two ties in front of the mirror, comparing the fabrics against his suit. By now, he’s used to the headless suit that reflects back at him in the mirror. Geralt’s never been one to overly question things, so he couldn’t tell you why vampires don’t show up in mirrors, but really, that’s fine. A relief, even.

He’s not sure he wants to know what he looks like. He knew once, before he was turned. He wasn’t exactly a looker then, and he highly doubts he is now.

Geralt chooses the black tie with the tiny dots instead of the black tie with the stripes, and clips it on to his suit. What? He can’t be expected to tie a tie every single day. He smooths it down over his chest. Satisfied, he sits down on the bed to tie his dress shoes. Reliable double knots.

He walks down the hall to crouch in front of the refrigerator, pulling out one of the bags of blood he keeps there. He pauses to look at the label. It’s his favorite, AB. He tucks it into his lunchbox, then pauses to rip one open and dump it into his travel mug. He pours some protein powder in it to make the blood coagulate. He can definitely see the appeal of this boba tea the humans have been drinking recently.

As he heads out the door, he darkens a little as he looks at his neighbors’ decorations. He hates Halloween. A time for people to get everything wrong about monsters. They live with them, the least they could do is be a little considerate and do their research.

No, they can’t repel Geralt with garlic. He scowls at the thought.

Geralt’s distracted from his thoughts as a young man runs by him out of seemingly nowhere and falls on the sidewalk just in front of him, his knee splitting open.

Geralt rubs a hand on his neck as the man looks up at him beseechingly.

“Uh. Do you need any help?”

“My, you’re ever so kind,” the man says, extending a hand that Geralt uses to pull him to his feet.

“Probably want to get that cleaned off,” Geralt says. “Make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“Oh, dear! You’re right. Would it be possible for me to use your sink?” he asks, batting his eyelashes.

Geralt squints. “I...guess?”

“Oh, thank you!”

Geralt unlocks his door and leads the man into his bathroom, graciously pretending not to notice the man looking around the apartment in wide eyed fascination. He must not know that Geralt is a vampire, then, or he wouldn’t be so quick to ask Geralt for help. People around here avoid Geralt for the most part.

“I’m Jaskier,” the man says, as he bends his leg so his knee is right under the faucet. Geralt politely looks away when he notices how the motion makes the material of his pants stretch right across the seat of his ass.

“Geralt,” he replies, watching Jaskier closely for a reaction.

There’s none, so Geralt kneels down and looks under the sink for his hydrogen peroxide. When he finds it, he hands it to Jaskier wordlessly.

Jaskier flashes him a winning smile. “I guess it was my lucky day to run into you, hmm?”

Geralt doesn’t think anyone has ever said that about him before. “Anyone would do what they could to help you avoid infection,” he says dutifully.

Jaskier deflates a bit. “Well, there must be some way I can repay you. How about coffee?”

“Oh. I don’t really...drink coffee.” Geralt waits for Jaskier to get it. It’s not like monsters like him are uncommon, per se.

“How about dinner, then? A steakhouse.”

“Sure,” Geralt says, surprising himself. He blinks. His brothers are always telling him he needs to make more friends. And a steak does sound particularly good. He rarely lets himself indulge in things like that.

Jaskier brightens. “Hey, would you mind putting a band aid on this for me? I can never get it to stay.”

“I’m not sure that applying band aids is exactly rocket science,” Geralt says, but he does it anyway, his nose twitching at the scent of the fresh blood.

Geralt is centuries old, though, so it’s not like a little blood is the end of the world. Maybe when he was a fledgling, but those days are long past him.

He gives Jaskier’s knee a tiny pat. “Looks like those pants are done in for,” he says inanely.

Jaskier shrugs. “A worthy sacrifice.”

Geralt doesn’t respond to that, and Jaskier lets the silence linger. Geralt clears his throat. “I’m going to be late for work.”

Before he leaves, Jaskier insists Geralt give him his number so that he can arrange their dinner. “I’m very much looking forward to it,” Jaskier says with a grin.

Geralt gives him a hesitant smile, looking at the clock. He really does need to get a move on.

Jaskier seems to get the hint and lets Geralt usher him out the door.

In the end, Geralt’s not late, but he is grumpy that he only arrived five minutes early instead of his customary fifteen. It throws his entire day off, and the numbers seem to swim before him on his computer screen like never before.

Geralt scowls. He should have picked the tie with the stripes.

Jaskier contains his pout as he walks along the sidewalk, away from Geralt’s house. He practically offered himself up on a platter to be ravished, and Geralt was completely unaffected. There was blood right in front of his nose!

Jaskier doubts his information for a second, but Priscilla was the one who told him in hushed whispers that the word was that Geralt was a vampire. If Valdo had been the one to tell him, then he would have had a few more qualms, but Priscilla wouldn’t lie to him like that.

She knows how the idea of being partners with a monster makes him feel hot under the collar.

Jaskier resolves to be better. If a cut knee wasn’t enough, he’ll just have to step up his game for this dinner. And surely, if Geralt didn’t want to be seduced, he would have sent Jaskier on his merry way after bandaging his knee instead of bandaging it for him, for gods’ sake.

Maybe Geralt wants to be the one being chased after for once. Well, Jaskier is happy to oblige.

When Geralt gets home from work, there’s a text waiting for him. How about Friday night for our little get together?

It’s not like Geralt ever has any plans that might get in the way besides his weekly meeting, so it’s not like he has to check his calendar before he replies. Sure.

Great! I’ll pick you up at 8! :D

Geralt frowns. This doesn’t seem right. He hasn’t made a new friend in possibly fifty years, and now one literally falls into his path?

He hums to himself as he does his nightly routine, pushing on the gum above each fang to make it pop out so he can properly brush it. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and all that. Actual dentists that weren’t just going to try to pull out his teeth have only been around for less than the majority of his life, so it’s habit to take good care of them.

Geralt strips off his clothes until he’s left in just his t-shirt and boxers and climbs into bed. No, he doesn’t have a coffin or hang upside down like some sort of bat. Geralt’s not sure where all that nonsense got its roots in the first place.

There’s so many things that humans seem to have no qualms believing about monsters, though, and Geralt frowns as he punches his pillow into a better shape. He’s almost 250. His lumbar health is no joke.

His anxiety bleeds into his work, making Excel blink more error messages back at him than he’s ever seen before. Geralt’s boss pulls him aside to ask if he’s okay. Geralt sulks.

He is the consummate professional, and he’s not going to let this dinner get the better of him. Geralt contends anyone would be nervous if they hadn’t made a new friend in decades, too.

Now, he stands in front of his closet. He’s certainly not going to wear a suit, but he rarely wears anything else. It’s not like he goes much of any place besides work and his weekly meetings. Geralt sighs as he pulls a pair of jeans out of his wardrobe.

They’re a lot tighter than he remembers, but this is all he has, so it’ll have to do. He finds a long sleeved shirt that is luckily on the baggier side. He hopes that will make up for his too-close fitting jeans.

Geralt brushes his hair, but he can’t see it in the mirror, so there’s no point in doing anything else with it. He’s more likely to make himself look ridiculous than presentable with whatever he might attempt.

Geralt plants himself on the couch, reaching for his book to read until the clock rolls around to the time Jaskier promised to pick him up. His fingers play with the corners of the pages, bending them in a way that he’s sure would make a librarian displeased.

Geralt huffs when he realizes he’s not going to get any reading done and sets the book down on his side table. He takes a deep breath through his nose. He is ancient; he shouldn’t be getting social anxiety right now.

His phone pings with a text. Outside!

Geralt looks out the window, and indeed, there’s a car there. It’s a lime green slug bug, with rust eating its way up from the undercarriage. Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose. That looks like Jaskier’s car, all right.

Jaskier tries not to drool as Geralt walks down his steps. He’s wearing pants that are skin tight, which should frankly be illegal, and his shirt hangs off of him so that it shows his collar bones. Jaskier thought that vampires should be the ones who wanted to bite, but he would really love to get his mouth on one of those.

Geralt gets into the passenger seat with a half smile playing around his lips. “Like my ride?” Jaskier asks.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

Jaskier claps his hand to his heart in mock offense. “I’m wounded.”

Geralt hums, shifting in his seat as he fastens his seatbelt. Jaskier drums his fingers on the steering wheel, flexing his right arm to draw attention to the bandage he has there. He went and donated blood this afternoon, and if Geralt doesn’t get his hint this time, he is going to pound his head against the nearest wall.

Geralt shifts his head to look out the window as Jaskier keeps his arms on shameless display. He knows times have changed, but it’s also always a little dizzying to see so much of everyone’s skin on display all the time, their pulse thrumming invitingly underneath it.

Geralt shakes his head to clear it of its reverie as Jaskier pulls his car into drive. It gives a concerning lurch. Before Geralt can open his mouth to comment, Jaskier is holding up a hand. “I can assure you, we are perfectly safe.”

“Hmm.”

“Hey!” Jaskier protests. “It is. I take care of it.”

“All I said was hmm,” Geralt says with a tiny grin. “That’s why it has so much rust, right?”

Jaskier sighs. “I was going to get around to repaint it, and then I just...other things came up.”

Geralt makes a face at him, laughing at Jaskier’s increased defenses. Some of his anxiety fades away as he realizes this isn’t so bad, after all. Maybe Jaskier needs a new friend just as badly as him.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Jaskier pulls Geralt’s chair out for him. Geralt gives him a polite nod. He can’t say he has a firm grasp on all the recent customs. Lambert’s always telling him he’s stuck in the past.

Geralt crosses his fingers and rests his chin on his hands as he watches Jaskier eat his salad, taking endearingly large bites. Jaskier hasn’t even mentioned anything about vampires yet. Geralt is starting to feel a tiny bit guilty. Would he still want to spend all this time with him if he knew Geralt wasn’t human?

As he’s thinking that, Jaskier takes a big gulp of his water and starts to sputter. Geralt’s across the table in an instant, his hand around Jaskier’s bicep and another hand on his back. “Are you okay?” Geralt murmurs, tense and ready to help if the need arises.

Jaskier coughs and waves him off. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”

Geralt relaxes a bit, but as his hand lingers on Jaskier’s arm, he can’t help but feel how warm it is, such a contrast to his own constantly cool skin. When Jaskier turns his face to look up at him, Geralt quickly drops his arm and beats a hasty retreat back to his seat.

He could swear Jaskier looks disappointed. He must be delusional.

When the main course comes, Geralt cuts neatly into his pink steak, mouth watering as the juices come leaking out of it. He sucks the tip of his finger into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut at the salty taste of it.

He makes himself cut the steak into tiny pieces. He’ll have to tell Jaskier he’s a vampire eventually; he might as well make sure he doesn’t think he’s a barbaric onel. Geralt tries his best to keep his eyes on Jaskier’s face instead of his arms. He can’t help but notice that he has some very nice veins. They’re a striking blue, and a perfect compliment to his eyes.

Geralt bites his lip, flinching when one of his fangs pops out on its own, pressing into his lip.

“One of my uncles is a werewolf,” Jaskier says, apropos of nothing, looking at Geralt meaningfully.

A trickle of sweat runs down Geralt’s back. Does Jaskier think he’s a werewolf? Werewolves are generally regarded better than vampires; at least they’re only monsters one night a month.

“Hmm,” Geralt says, not hearing the rest of Jaskier’s sentence.

Jaskier laughs at his own joke, and Geralt blinks rapidly until he can focus again on what Jaskier’s saying.

When the waiter comes with the check, Jaskier insists on paying for it. Is this what friendship has evolved to since Geralt last had one? He doesn’t know enough about it to argue with Jaskier, so he lets him do what he wants.

Outside of Geralt’s house, Jaskier puts a hand on the console between them, making eye contact with Geralt before dropping his gaze down to his lips. Geralt gives him a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling. His white hair looks ethereal in the moonlight, and Jaskier is only a little infatuated.

Geralt’s exterior is stony, but he also had no problems giving Jaskier all sorts of secret smiles throughout the night. Jaskier’s not sure he’s met a better listener than Geralt, and he tends to drone on and on, so that’s somewhat important to him.

Jaskier closes his eyes and starts to lean in when Geralt opens the car door. Jaskier opens his eyes.

“I had a great time, thank you,” Geralt says, one hand on the top of the car.

Jaskier bites his lip, stopping himself from saying what he wants. “Me, too. Let’s do it again some time?”

Geralt nods eagerly, and Jaskier watches him walk away, his gaze fixed on Geralt’s devastating pants and not at all on the way his ass looks in them.

Jaskier rests his head on the steering wheel in despair. He doesn’t know how to be any more heavy handed than this. He went and donated blood! And Geralt let him pay for their meal! He’s not sure how he can get across the point any better that he’s a talking blood bag, and he’s open for business.

Jaskier heaves a gigantic sigh and resolves to go home and plot his next move.

Maybe Geralt’s just shy.

Well. Jaskier can work with that

Geralt’s weekend passes in its normal fashion. He goes for a run, drinks some blood out of his supply in the fridge, then crashes on the couch for a whole day while he thinks of anything other than work. Sometimes Eskel lets himself in using his key, but he doesn’t that weekend, and Geralt crosses his arms over his chest as he tortures himself thinking of what Eskel might be doing.

Eskel’s never had problems making friends, unlike Geralt, so he’s sure he’s out having a good time with them.

Geralt used to be good at making friends, gods damn it, before all of them died of old age and he just didn’t see the point anymore. He’s come to suppose that there’s not all that much of a point in immortality if all he does is work, though.

The weekend’s over just as quickly as it began, and on Monday night, he can’t help the smile that creeps across his face when Jaskier texts him about some inane thing he noticed. Was he thinking of Geralt? That’s...nice.

Cautiously, Geralt lets himself hope that something is going to come out of this.

But first, he needs to tell Jaskier he’s a vampire. He wouldn’t be the first person to run away screaming, even though they are much more accepted now than they used to be.

Geralt shudders as he thinks of the industrial revolution. No regard for any monsters then. Humans invent light bulbs, and all of a sudden they think they’re too good for a healthy dash of respect.

Geralt looks back down at his phone, at a music video Jaskier sent him of someone playing a singing saw.

He lets himself focus on that a while.

Wednesday creeps around, and with it, Geralt’s weekly meeting.

He takes his spot in his customary chair, and looks around for Lambert, ignoring the look Eskel is trying to burn through the side of his face with.

“Why do I have to be here, again?” Geralt asks, when he gives up on Lambert to come save him.

Eskel rolls his eyes. It’s an argument they’ve had more than once. “If you won’t become a sponsor, you have to at least show them that things get better.”

Geralt huffs a breath out through his nose as he watches the regulars file in. There’s one new person, and Geralt eyes her curiously. She looks a little terrified, and Geralt softens in sympathy.

The meeting starts, and they go around in the circle, the seat beside Geralt still empty in Lambert’s tardiness.

“Hi, I’m Geralt, and I’m a blood addict,” he drones when it’s his turn.

When they’ve moved on to their personal struggles for the week, Lambert finally appears, dropping into his chair.

He elbows Geralt, seemingly unaware of everyone staring at them.

“Hey, what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Geralt firmly fixes a scowl in place and ignores him. He’s not sure why he even wanted Lambert to show up in the first place.

Geralt leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he listens to everyone else, Eskel being disgustingly reassuring to them all, as per usual. Geralt stamps the jealousy down. It’s not Eskel’s fault he’s so good with people.

The meeting drags by, and when it’s finally over, Lambert doesn’t let Geralt just sneak away. He digs his elbow into his side again, holding Geralt by the shoulder. “You didn’t answer me earlier. What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“I’m not,” Geralt says.

Lambert hums. “You don’t have your usual storm cloud above your head, so I’m going to count it.”

Geralt scowls at him and looks at Eskel for back up, but Eskel just raises his eyebrows at him.

“I hate you both,” Geralt grumbles.

“You love us,” Lambert says.

“Fine. I made a new friend,” he grates out.

Lambert and Eskel exchange an insufferable look.

“What?” Geralt demands.

“You, make a friend? Well, we’re just going to have to hear all about this to believe it.”

Geralt huffs, but he tells them about Jaskier.

“He took you to dinner? And paid? And you think he wants to be just friends?” Lambert asks.

Geralt flaps his hands around and hisses, “Look, I’ve barely been anywhere that isn’t here or work in the last three decades, how am I supposed to keep up with all this human nonsense? And besides, I haven’t even told him I’m a vampire yet. I’ll be lucky if he even wants to be my friend after that.”

Eskel bites his lip. “You know that’s a turn on for some humans, right?”

“What?”

“And you said he scraped his knee the first time he saw you? Geralt, I think he already knows, and he’s just trying to get in your pants.”

Geralt deflates. That makes a twisted sort of sense. “Oh.”

Lambert punches him in the arm. “Hey, lighten up. If anyone can charm him with their stunning personality, it’s you.”

“Fuck off.”

It’s difficult to fall asleep that night.

A week goes by without him answering any of Jaskier’s texts. He still painstakingly reads and savors each one, but he can’t bring himself to reply. If he was looking for some sort of...fling, he would have gone on one of those apps Eskel keeps telling him about.

As pathetic as it sounds, he could really use a friend. And if sex came later, well, Geralt wouldn’t complain, but he just desperately needs someone who’s going to stick around. He needs someone just for himself, someone outside of Lambert and Eskel who isn’t going to tease him about every little thing.

Geralt sighs. This was at least good practice. Maybe he can try again with someone else.

His heart sinks at the thought. He doesn’t really want someone else. Jaskier wormed his way into his chest in just a week, and Geralt knows he could yank him out with only a little pain if he tried, he doesn’t want to.

Geralt wants to have something nice, for once.

Jaskier bites his lip as he peers out the car window at Geralt’s house. He’s half scared there’s not going to be an answer when he knocks, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do then. He thought their date went swimmingly, so he’s not sure why Geralt suddenly stopped answering him unless something happened.

Jaskier has a vision of getting into the house only to find Geralt on the floor, the only way to revive him being letting Geralt drink straight from his neck, obviously leading to Geralt ravishing him against the nearest wall.

Jaskier shakes himself like a dog. Geralt’s given him no interest in anything like that at all. Maybe he needs to lower his expectations. The dude seems lonely, anyway, so maybe he just wants someone to talk to that’s not one of his coworkers.

Geralt told him he’s an actuary, and from the questions he asked of Geralt and Geralt didn’t answer, he’s not convinced that Geralt talks to his coworkers at all.

Jaskier blows out a puff of breath as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the door. He’s not sure what he hopes is going to happen when he opens the door.

He walks up the door and knocks.

He waits an agonizing moment before the door swings open, revealing Geralt. He looks even paler than Jaskier remembered him, wearing a pair of sweatpants with a hole in the crotch that he can see Geralt’s plaid boxers through and a t-shirt with a collar that’s outrageously stretched. Jaskier swallows hard.

“Have you considered not oiling the hinges? I think it would do you a world of good to develop a creaky door aesthetic.”

Geralt’s forehead wrinkles adorably. “What?”

“Just, you know. Being a vampire and all.”

Geralt slumps against the door frame. “How long have you known?”

Now it’s Jaskier’s turn to be confused. “Known what?”

“That I’m a vampire!”

“Oh.” Jaskier pauses. “I didn’t think it was a secret.”

Geralt’s hand pauses in its path of trailing the wood grain of the door. “Do you have a...kink?” he spits.

Jaskier raises his hands. “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

Geralt fixes him with an unconvinced look.

“Look, that might have been part of the initial intrigue, but—”

Geralt raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“But, you’re really fucking hot and also possibly the most boring person I know, but...I’m into it. You know all these weird facts and—gods know I could use a little stability in my life.”

Geralt gives him a bashful smile, and Jaskier wonders if anyone has said anything nice to him at some point this century. “Yeah?”

Jaskier leans across the threshold and cups Geralt’s face with his hands, their mouths a breath apart. “Yeah.”

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #contemplative writing #vampire! geralt

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augment-techs · 3 years

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Aisha: -Is in classes with both Hailey and Violet and finds them both exceptionally gorgeous--even after she found out about Zack's relationship with Violet.

-Bisexual. Only child who is very close with her mom, even though her Ranger duties put a bit of a strain on their once rock solid relationship. -Tried to get a belly piercing the same time as Adam, but for her, the infection rate was higher and she couldn't keep it--though Adam appreciated the effort and helped her through the recovery process with all her favorite treats; and she milked it for all it was worth. -Actually developed a bit of respect for Bulk in the classes they were paired up in because he never slacked off or forced her to do all the work, and they always ended up going to the library to work--and he always brought coffee.

Adam: -Has far more piercings than we see in comics. -Apart from the one in his eyebrow and lower lips, and ears, I hc he also has a belly ring, nipple piercings and a couple piercings on his upper and lower parts of his penis; plus, he has a couple white ink tattoos that he got just after becoming a Ranger--they're protection sigils. -He likes to play the drums, but prefers to play only if Rocky will back him on guitar--when he found out Skull could play the piano (and such) he had a little crush for a tiny bit, but honestly, it couldn't last; he's heard too many stories from the Ranger veterans and got a look from both Billy and Kim when they all played a game of 'Wed, Bed, Behead' and he automatically said 'Bed' when Skull's name came up. -The youngest of the Trio, he was NOT prepared for the Sentry Force Four's Zag finding him attractive; it was flattering, but NO.

Rocky: -In canon, he has two sisters and three brothers; I see him as the oldest. -He has a protective streak that would put Jason to shame, but he only really lets it out when Adam or Aisha get hurt on the field. -He's the guy who throws the ball in his old football team, but since moving to Angel Grove, he doesn't play on field, but rather appreciates the players off the field in the locker rooms. -Once had a crush on Matt, but since finding out he dated Kim, that attraction has dropped dead and he buried it on the side of the road. -Appreciates that Matt's two-thirds Spanish (of Madrid proper) and one-third Italian when Rocky is two-thirds Spanish (of Mexico proper) and one-third Greek--it's how they got through just shit-talking on the football field. -Bisexual with no particular preferences, but was the first of the Trio to lose their virginity.

Skull: -Oral fixation/stimming through biting or sucking on food, straws, his fingers, gum, etc. -Neurodivergent. -Queer. -Has some kind of anxiety and/or self-esteem disorder. -Part of a neglectful/abusive home; has one canon older sibling by the name of Stan Skullovitch that we see only twice in GGPR#3 and then never again. -Applies himself in arts and social classes--with a specialty in music. -Has a reasonably high IQ, not as high as Billy's, but his neurodivergence prevents him from revealing just HOW smart he actually is. -Would have made a wonderful Orange Ranger if Zordon would have given him a chance.

Bulk: -Exists somewhere on the ADHD spectrum, hyper-fixation based on history and as of recently appreciating the Power Rangers.

-Doesn't have a problem with self-image, but also doesn't believe most people like him for himself. -Comes from a neglectful household, parents from the upper-middle class that feed him and try to care about him, but can't show it. -Demi with a preference towards girls, but only if they can kick his ass; with boys it's more about that homoerotic aggression that makes people think, "NOW KISS!" -Would have made a stellar Purple Ranger if Zordon would have given him a chance.

Violet: -Technically never stopped dating Zack, but only because he never said the words and she still has hope. -Is hard on the Power Rangers because of the constant barrage of damage inflicted on Angel Grove that has repercussions nobody can seem to agree on. -Didn’t like Matt before he became the Green Ranger; likes him even less now. -Ended up as tech support in the theater department in her Sophomore year, which lead to her being assisted by Bulk & Skull; which lead to her having a scintilla of a friendship with them. -Is not a virgin, despite all the nasty gossip surrounding her spread by Marleau Eskin that Zack found incredibly demeaning towards her when they started dating. -Teaches ice skating for children and was surprised when Ernie asked her to teach some adult classes at the Juice Bar that Bulk’s ex Hailey ended up in with some exasperation being dragged in by her friend Tasha.

#aisha campbell #adam park #rocky desantos #eugene skull skullovitch #farkas bulk bulkmeier #violet arias #absent collection of headcanon that I've been amassing about the kids nobody seems to care about in the new comics #boom! comics power rangers #Mighty Morphin Comics #mmpr #ggpr #go go power rangers comics

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johnnydoe69 · 3 years

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Beware the Evil Eye

In the peaceful twilight on the island of Euboea, a bright yellow Hummer sped down the road leading to a grand villa, Eurotrash music blasting over the speakers.

Kosmas watched this from the front windows and sighed. The clouds of dust kicked up by the Hummer were dirtying the grapes that grew on both sides of the road.

When the Hummer loomed from only a few miles away, Kosmas rang the service bell. At once, four other servants crowded into the foyer.

A nervous electricity rippled between them as everyone got into position.

“You better not fuck this up,” Giorgos hissed from behind.

Kosmas flipped Girogos a warm and comforting smile, “Oh, don’t be pessimistic. It’s always been harder to keep that boy in his clothes, rather than out. I’ll have that nazar in the palm of my hand within the hour.”

Behind his confident grin and laidback tone, however, Kosmas had his doubts. In all his years working for his grandmother, Kosmas had never seen Paul take off his nazar. It was a protective amulet meant to ward off the evil eye- spiteful magic aimed to target sources of envy and disgust- and it directly prohibited Kosmas from using his magic on him.

If Kosmas couldn’t convince Paul to take it off from around his neck, or at least sneak it off without him noticing, there was little chance he could take it by force. The man was built like a dump truck and would break him in half if he was seen as a possible threat. With little other choice, but to go forward, Kosmas took a deep breath and opened the foyer doors. The five of them quickly trotted out the front door and down the marble staircase leading into the driveway.

By the time they reached the last few steps, Paul’s truck had come to a complete stop, a few feet away from the steps.

For a few seconds no one moved. Even from inside the massive vehicle, Kosmas could see the dark blue energy radiating from underneath Paul’s tank top.

Kosmas immediately began to sweat and had to dab himself with a handkerchief before Giorgos nudged him from behind. Paul was glaring at them from the Hummer.

Remembering himself, Kosmas quickly ran to the driver’s side door and opened it. Paul came out with a thud, his massive feet stomping into the dirt.

Walking back around the car he came before the servants, a scowl prominently on his face, but before Paul could yell at them Kosmas interjected.

“Paul, it’s so good to see you,” Kosmas exclaimed, a smile plastered on his face.

“It’s good to see you too,” Paul said, lazily, striding past him.

Paul turned his attention to Girgos and threw his car keys at the massive man’s chest.

“Put this in the garage after the others get my bags. Kosmas, follow,” he ordered, walking past them and ascending the stairs.

Kosmas looked to the others for one last bit of assurance, but they had already moved on to taking care of Paul’s possessions, their backs turned to him.

Seeing that Paul had already made his way up several steps, Kosmas sprinted after him. “How was New York?” Kosmas asked, panting.

“Miserable. I was trapped on the Upper East side for six months with nothing to do but work from home and exercise in my private gym,” Paul said, glumbly.

“Have you tried reaching out to Dimitri and Lysandros?” Kosmas asked, trying not to trip as he shared Paul’s massive strides up the steps. “I remember you telling me about how you always had the best workouts together.”

Paul grunted approvingly, “We did, but everyone’s too afraid to go anywhere. Lysandros promised he’d swing by Greece after his visit to the Caribbean, but that’s in two weeks. Now, look at these biceps, do you think my body can wait another two weeks?”

Paul paused on the staircase and flexed inches from Kosmas’s face. Thick blue veins popped out from underneath his pale skin and stretched over his cannonball bicep.

“This arm used to be at least three inches larger. I was practically wasting away back there,” Paul said.

In the past, Kosmas would have been weak at the sight of Paul’s raw muscle in his face, but he couldn’t let himself get distracted.

“What about the private gym you said you had at home?” Kosmas asked, trying not to let his annoyance show.

“Pft, I barely had any weights. I only had a treadmill and bowflex to keep me together.” Paul said, as they resumed their climb.

“Well, I’m sure you won’t have any problem maintaining a pump here. Your grandmother had the whole basement refurbished into a private gym for your arrival,” Kosmas said, sweating profusely through his white linen shirt.

They reached the top of the stairs shortly after, Kosmas having to lean over and take a quick breath, while Paul beamed down at him without a drop of sweat on his body.

“Some things never change, right, Kosmas?” Paul asked, slapping Kosmas hard on the back.

“Yes, of course,” Kosmas wheezed, balling his hands into tight fists.

Paul left him there as he journeyed inside, while Kosmas once he collected himself and un-balled his fists followed behind.

“So where is Evita anyway?” Paul asked when Kosmas entered the foyer, taking off his baseball cap to scan the balcony above them.

“She had some business to attend to in Athens, but she told me to offer you the warmest greeting in her absence. She should be home by morning,” Kosmas said, still panting a little.

Paul nodded and without another word strode into the lounge. Kosmas rushed ahead of him and quickly started getting together a bottle of bourbon and shot glasses.

“What’s this, Kosmas? If this is from Evita’s private stash she’ll have Giorgos beat you like last time,” Paul said, taking a shot when it was offered to him, and plopping himself down on the couch.

“Don’t worry, Paul. I haven’t forgotten about last time.” Kosmas said, with a polite smile. It was only until recently that he recovered feeling in his toes and it still hurt to curl them.

“I bought this bourbon in advance for your return home.”

The liquor in this case had been drugged, weakening both the protective power of the nazar and increasing Paul’s sex drive. Kosmas made sure not to drink any of it himself, he couldn’t allow himself to get twisted up by Paul’s influence. It was always hard to say no to the man as it was.

He poured Paul another glass and placed it in his pitcher’s mitt sized palm.

Paul looked around, curiously, “shouldn’t there be more servants milling around? I’d hate to think that I would have to fetch my own meals.”

“Oh, it won’t come to that, the few servants who are left are more than capable of picking up the slack after your grandmother fired most of the staff,” Kosmas said, cheerily, dying a little inside as he sat down besides Paul.

“Wow, covid really hitting everyone hard,” Paul said, stretching out his thick arms and legs, before resting against the back of the couch.

“Most of my friends in New York had to lay off their serving staff too. Too much risk of infection and with the stock market the way it is, it doesn’t hurt to remove extra liabilities.”

Paul kicked up his legs on the coffee table, forcing Kosmas to work around him as he poured him another glass.

“Did she fire your father, too?” Paul asked, glancing down at Kosmas’s bowed head.

“Yes, she did,” Kosmas said, gritting his teeth, handing Paul the finished shot glass.

“Wow, harsh,” Paul said, snatching the drink out of Kosmas’s hand and gulping it down.

“And knowing Evita, I bet she’s not giving that old fuck his severance pay,” Paul said with a chuckle.

The dark blue aura around Paul’s neck was fading and Kosmas could feel his own powers surging as Paul’s slowly declined. He was so close to taking Paul’s body he could taste the sweat dripping off him. Kosmas slowly inched over to Paul, leaning his arm behind the big man’s neck. He was going to enjoy this.

Just before he could grab it, Paul turned to him and with a serious look in his eyes asked, “And that good for nothing fisherman hasn’t been coming around, has he?”

Kosmas shrank away from Paul. The idea of touching him, even to steal his body suddenly repulsed him. To keep his sanity, Kosmas had banished all thought of what had happened to Andros from his mind, and Paul had once promised him that the man would never come up again.

“No,” Kosmas said, weakly. “He died in prison. Covid.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Paul said, sliding his large vascular hand on Kosmas’s thigh. Kosmas felt his dick harden and he saw that even through his jeans Paul was full mast as well.

“I know you think I’m cruel for what happened and I’m sorry you feel that way. But I did it because I love you Kosmas. I couldn’t stand anyone coming between us,” Paul said, kissing Kosmas lightly on the cheek.

“Don’t give me that. You have fucked every gay man from here to Istanbul. You just couldn’t handle me paying attention to someone that wasn’t you,” Kosmas said, bitterly. He poured himself a glass and choked it down. Fuck the plan, whatever was going to happen wasn’t going to happen with him sober.

Paul frowned, and grabbed Kosmas by his chin, pulling him in close. His grip was strong and Kosmas was terrified the man might accidentally break his jaw. His hot breath was blowing in Kosmas’s face and he could smell the faint tinge of spearmint gum on his breath.

“I can handle competition. What I couldn’t accept was that you would choose someone so beneath me as a rival for your affection. You easily could have picked any of my friends, any of the wealthy bachelors on the island and you picked filth scraped off the bottom of a boat?”

Kosmas glanced over at the nazar, its energy had nearly faded from around Paul’s neck. He reached for it as Paul shot him a carnivorous smile.

“But it’s okay now, because we both know I’m the only man for you,” Paul whispered, grabbing Kosmas’s hand and placing it on the back of his neck. He leaned in and began kissing his neck, sending sharp electric pulses all up and down Kosmas’s body.

Kosmas, feeling his chance slipping away, but unwilling or unable to act, gave himself over to the pleasure of the enchanted booze and Paul’s embrace.

Paul moved his hand off Kosmas’s chin and foisted the smaller man onto his lap. He ripped at Kosmas’s work shirt, buttons tearing off and bouncing to the floor.

His dick shot through the fabric of his jeans, massaging Kosmas’s ass as he moaned. It had been years, since he was fucked by another man and as much as he hated him, he couldn’t stop himself.

“Wait. I don’t want the other servants to see,” Paul said, pulling away.

“Then, let’s take it upstairs to your room,” Kosmas said, pulling playfully at the small strands of hair on Paul’s head.

Paul shoved Kosmas off him, nearly knocking him off the coffee table, before snatching him by the wrist and pulling him out of the lounge and up the stairs.

They threw themselves into Paul’s bedroom and on his bed, kissing furiously and grabbing at each other. Paul briefly pulled away and threw off his tank top, his charm necklace now prominently displayed on his chest. But instead, of the menacing power it once had, the amulet was now powerless, all its energy being soaked into the enchanted booze that seeped out through Paul’s sweat.

Feeling his power return to him came with a sense of lucidity as Kosmas tested out the control he had over Paul.

When Paul leaned in to rip the underwear off Kosmas’s legs he found that he could no longer move. Every muscle strained against him as his blood vessels contracted, leaving him terrified and utterly helpless.

Kosmas overcome with his sense of success laughed at the display of the larger man hanging over him. He slid out from underneath him and traced a finger along Paul’s back feeling the many hills and ridges of his massive muscular frame.

Small, confused grunts escaped Paul’s lips as he tried to make sense of what was happening, so Kosmas decided to let the man speak.

His body partially freed from Kosmas’s control, Paul panted and took a deep shuddering breath.

“What are you doing to me?” Paul asked, quietly, his breathing labored.

“Remember, when you told me that I was to be yours forever?” Kosmas asked, kicking his underwear to the floor.

“In a way, I am going to be yours forever, just not in the way you thought,” Kosmas said. He got in the bed behind Paul, using his control over Paul’s body to make him shrug off his jeans, while he faced the headboard, unable to look back.

“For you see, in all our years together a resentment has been building. An intense hatred. You treated me as a plaything, because your family controlled my father’s paycheck. You hurt me whenever you wanted, fucked me whenever you wanted, and killed anyone that came in danger of severing your control of me.”

After Paul pushed off his jeans, Kosmas decided to do the extra work of pulling Paul’s tight red jock strap off his ass. The soft fabric curled in his fingers as he pulled downwards, Paul whimpering slightly.

“I didn’t know he would die in there. It was a mistake,” Paul stammered, cowed probably for the only time in his life.

“That’s the fun bit about the magic of the evil eye, Paul. It doesn’t give a shit about accidents or circumstances,” Kosmas said, sliding the jockstrap out of Paul’s dick and ass before sliding it down his thighs.

“It only cares about outcomes. The outcome in this case being, the only man I’ve ever loved is dead because of you.” Kosmas said, calmly, throwing the underwear behind him.

“So, to repay your earlier favor I’m taking your life because you stole mine,” Kosmas whispered into Paul’s ear as he rubbed his back.

“Please, my grandmother will give you anything. Just don’t kill me,” Paul begged, tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Oh don’t worry, you won’t die, not really. I’ll just be taking your body and your identity as my own. And don’t worry about Evita either, the other servants and I have big plans for her,” Kosmas said, plucking a baseball cap off the nightstand and placing it on Paul’s head.

Kosmas grinned.

“There’s my favorite sports star,” he whispered, kissing Paul’s ear.

Paul said nothing as Kosmas gathered himself into trance, using the entirety of his magic to make his body into a superfluous membrane.

Within a few minutes, his body had become a clear viscous like substance. Still in trance, he pushed against Paul’s back, feeling him gasp with pain as Kosmas entered his body.

He slid inside the man in seconds, but he was left in pitch darkness. His form had to grow and stretch against the confines of Paul’s body, his legs inflating, his back adding several inches of spine.

Paul bucked against this of course, frothing with rage as he engaged in a losing battle against his own body, but within a few moments it was done.

His essence was constrained and then enveloped by Kosmas’s, sucking in his emotions and memories, before crushing what remained of his free will and sense of self. By the time he was done with him, all that was left of Paul was a library of thoughts that Kosmas would have full access to.

Finally in full control, Kosmas allowed himself to concentrate on his body’s physical sensations.

He felt his massive chest breathing in and out. Around his neck the nazar still hung off his neck, once again glowing with a blue intensity, but instead of the sharp pain or weakness Kosmas feared there was nothing. The nazar recognized this body as his own.

He cracked his neck and pulled his arms over his head, surprised at their weight. He pulled his arms down and opened his eyes. Crawling off the bed, Kosmas took a few unsteady steps forward and curled his toes. No pain.

He grinned.

As the years passed, Kosmas or Paul as he was known publicly, whittled away at Evita’s title and fortune using lawsuits, bribes, and blackmail until he could finally run her off the estate.

With Evita removed from power, the fired workers were able to return and together with several nearby villages were able to operate an agricultural co-opt that guaranteed housing and jobs to the people.

Kosmas thrived as an administrator of the co-opt, keeping things running smoothly with his eye for finances, while his well-muscled body helped out in the fields.

He still felt conflicted about wearing the body of someone he hated, but he found ways to alter his appearance without drastic measures, growing out a beard and letting thick brown hair grow all over his chest. He was in control of things for the first time in his life and Kosmas couldn’t be happier.

#male transformation #male tf #Possession

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #399

“i was raised by the devil’s own kin, taught me that a good time was never a sin”

Do you like wine? NOOOOOOO that shit is gross. Explain the grossest thing that's ever happened to you? Having an infected pilonidal cyst drained. Would you rather go on holiday somewhere warm or somewhere cold? Cold, for sure. What would be your ideal pet? I reeeeaaaally want a very visibly sunset morph ball python one day. The really pretty ones are expensive as fuck, but omg, I want one so badly. What was the last book you were required to read for school? The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. It was fantastic. Would you chew somebody else's gum? EW FUCK NO. What was the last type of meat you ate? Chicken. How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16. At what age would you allow your kids to dye their hair? Whenever they wanted, as long as a professional did it. Which fast food place do you eat at the most? Probably McDonald's. Bats are not spooky or are they? I adore bats. Do you like the song "Womanizer?" Unabashedly, yes, haha. I love the beat and it's really catchy. Do you know how to change a tire? Nope. How big is your backyard? Very small. What is your favorite Nintendo 64 game? I've actually never played a Nintendo 64. If you want children, what are some of your reasons for wanting them? I don't want any. Does a career in finance sound interesting to you? Absolutely not. When you cook a dish that has beans in it, do you prefer to use canned or dry beans? I. HATE. Beans. What’s something that makes absolutely zero sense to you? Those that deny the existence of dinosaurs. Fossils don't lie. Do you like strawberry shortcake? No. What’s your favorite dessert? That's so hard, but probably cheesecake. What’s the last you got out of the freezer? Vanilla ice cream. Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous? Sara. Have you ever been 4-wheeling? Yes. Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? No. If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them? No. What was the last thing you got a really good deal on? My APAP mask. Insurance covered it way more than even the women in the office were used to so had to look into it. Insurance has been nice to me lately, from TMS to this. What was the last reason you took medicine? I had a massive headache. Any important birthdays coming up? My older sister's was today, and her eldest daughter's is in two days. Mark's birthday is the 28th, and that's like a holiday in my book lmao. What colour are your headphones? These earplugs are pink. How do you express your creativity? I mostly write RP and rarely poems. I also like to draw sometimes, and I'm big into photography. Gypsies or gnomes? Gypsies. Dragons or fairies? Dragons are my favorite mythological creatures. Elves or pixies? Elves. Where is your favourite place to get breakfast? Maybe Cracker Barrel? Or Waffle House. What was the first sport you learned how to play? I want to say soccer. I hated it. Nickname you’re called the most? "Britt" is the most used. Do you sleep on your stomach? I can't now with my mask. -_- That's how I usually slept. Have you ever been called a bitch? Yes. Would you ever want a super-realistic baby doll? Fuuuuuuuuuck no. I don't like dolls, never mind realistic ones. Ladybugs or bumblebees? Ladybugs. <3 What is the best thing that ever happened to you? My first round of a partial hospitalization program and meeting my psychiatrist. Both that therapy and proper medication is the reason I'm alive. What is something really hurtful someone you love has said to you? That I was an "ungrateful bitch." What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? One for advanced ball python husbandry. There are some SERIOUS elitists in there, but it does have great information. Did your mom ever own a typewriter? I think she did? We used to have one, so. What would you have your bridesmaids wear? Maybe orange. I want to wear a black dress and get married in the fall, so, Halloween vibes! :') Where do you want to go on your honeymoon? I think Alaska. Do you wear a watch every day? I never do. Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? No, thankfully. Not yet, anyway. Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I am much happier with pets. Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. Have you been hurt more by friend break-ups or romantic break-ups? Romantic ones. Who is/was the best friend you have ever had? Sara. Do you own a trenchcoat? No, but I wish. They're badass. Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? My iPod that I've had since middle school. That bitch STILL works, and I use it heavily. Are you currently in a smoking environment? No; people aren't allowed to smoke in our house. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? My old friend Alex did. I don't know if I can call her my "friend" anymore because I haven't seen or heard from her in well over a year at the bare minimum. Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them? STORY OF MY LIFE. Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? No. But I don't really have a "circle" of friends to begin with. Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? No. Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? I don't go on rollercoasters. If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? No. Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? No. How many pills do you currently take a day? Ugh... Now keep in mind this number encompasses medications that I just have to take a larger dose of that particular med; I don't take this number of different prescriptions. AS a whole though, I take uhhh. Somewhere around nine or ten in the morning, and six at night. I might be off about my morning pills. What do you take medication for? Bipolarity and depression, anxiety, OCD, severe heartburn, even more intense nightmares, uhhh... maybe I'm forgetting others? Idk, man. I'm on too many. Have you ever had a bag stolen? No. What class from high school did you love the most? Art. What class did you hate the most? Economics. If you don’t have a car, do you wish you did? Not at this very moment, because it'd be useless as I don't currently drive. Have you ever had a job you loved? Nope. What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? I just eat normal fries when they're offered. Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? No. Have you ever written a poem for someone? At least twice. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes. Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? I think only my grandmother has done that. Who is the person you are closest to that you’ve meet online? Sara. Have you friended your parents on FB? Mom, yes, while Dad doesn't have one. What do you absolutely have to have to make your birthday feel special? My family. Mice or roaches? I love mice, but roaches creep me out. Have you ever received a gift and truly did not know what it was? Yes. A family friend is good at that. Is there anyone whose grave you visit? No. Do you like being in pictures? NO. Do you travel a lot? Not at all. Have you ever eaten a dog treat? No. I've eaten a guinea pig treat though, haha. And it wasn't awful. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, but turns out my alcohol tolerance is too high while only liking weak alcohol to begin with. Have you played cards recently? No. Is there a certain song you like to headbang to? I don't do that, I'd get way too dizzy, and besides, I don't want a headache. Anything you might be giving up on soon? I've been wondering if I should (for the most part) abandon human photography. I've lost so much passion for it, and besides, I feel like I'm going nowhere with it. I know I really, really shouldn't, though. Have you ever captured a moth? I put a caterpillar in one of those little plastic habitats once as a kid that grew into a moth. I then released it, of course. When was the last time you changed your picture on Facebook? It's been months. Do you have a really fat cat? No, he's healthy. Do your initials spell a word? No. Have you ever made a business card for yourself? No. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yes, that was my favorite! Are there any recipes you have memorized? No. Do you know your multiplication times tables? No. Do your parents allow you to have your privacy? Yes. Have you ever been severely burned? No. Did you ever dream that you had a baby? I've had many, actually. Guess with who. What was the weirdest thing you've ever seen cross the road? I want to say a turkey? Or maybe it was beside the road.

#survey #suveys #random questions #lyrics: ''boss's daughter'' by pop evil

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Hi Dr. Ferox, I was wondering on your take on inappropriate elimination in cats, when medical problems have been ruled out. I recently got a young cat from a rescue (10mon at the time) who had been feral born and had a history of GI problems. She could never tolterate kitten food so has primarily been on a GI dry food and a tolerable wet food. I brought her into the vet since she was drinking an abnormal amount of water (1)

(2) and, since I had a discounted first vet visit as part of the adoption fee, I thought I'd ask for the full work up, blood, urine, and stool. Everything came back normal, except for some unusually bad gums for a young cat. The foster mom reported that she "uses the litter box like a champ," but, while that mainly seems to be the case, she now peed on 2 different beds and now the couch. i thought maybe she didn't like the litter box, so i changed that, but it was a temporary fix.

My take would be wondering if she’s still drinking excessive water, and whether her urine concentration that was ‘normal’ was concentrated at all, or just isosthenuric. If it’s isosthenuric you’d want to know if it was cultured or if only a dipstick was done (because E. coli infections can be sneaky like that) or consider whether you’ve got an unusual diabetes insipidus case.

But if it is concentrated, or if it was isosthenuric but the cat can concentrate it when deprived water, then anxiety or litter preference is possible. And that might require medication.

Psychogenic polydipsia is also possible - animals which drink excessively out of stress or boredom, so then produce too much urine - but you’ve still got to manage the stress part of that first.

So the first thing I’d check is what was actually tested for with the urine.

- Dr Ferox

#onejackalsguise

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twenty-nothing · 3 years

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OneHundredSeventyFour

Lasts

Who

Who was the last person you got into an argument with? What was it about? - I don’t even remember!

Who was the last person you spoke on the phone with? What was the call regarding? - Elaine, just telling me when we are going to leave

Who was the last person that slept in your bed? Are they a lover or a friend? - No one has actually slept in my bed besides me since I bought it 5 years ago lol

Who was the last person to give you a hug or a kiss? Did you return the sentiment?

- I think Elaine was the last to hug me, obviously I hugged back lol

Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the gift? What holiday was it for, or was it “just because”? - Kayla gave me a galantines gift. A turtle towel, scunchies, car coasters and chocolate!

Who is the person that you last went to for advice? - My mom

Who was the last person to say “I love you” to you? What significance does this person have in your life? - My mom, she is obviously a big part of my life

Who was the last person that you spoke with, in person? - Elaine

Who was the last person to request you on a social media network - and did you accept? - Some person I don’t know from England

Who was the last person you texted or messaged, and what was it in regards to? - Texted my mom about some jobs I’m thinking of applying to

Who was the last person’s vehicle that you rode in? - Elaine

Who was the last person to make you laugh or smile, and why? - Elaine lol We just hung out so her name is all over this section. It was just a really fun day, our last laugh was about making fun of our old boss.

Who was the last person that you took a photo with? - Kayla

Who is the last person that you flirted with? Were you successful? - I don’t know, haven’t flirted in a while

Who was the last person to pay you a compliment, and what did they say? - My godmother said I’m a great person and I’ll have no problem finding a new job

Who’s the last person that you visited in the hospital? - I dont remember, it’s been a while

Who is the last person that you lent money to? - I’ve never lent anyone money

What

What was the last food that you ate? - Taco Bell chipotle melt

What was the last beverage that you drank? - Cherry Pepsi

What did the last pair of footwear that you wore look like? - Black sparkly slip on sneakers

What was the last color of pen that you used? - Black

What was your last thought before falling sleep last night? - Excited about hanging out with Elaine today

What was the last television show you watched? - Degrassi

What was the last board or card game that you played? - Phase 10

What was the last kind of bread that you ate? - Italian

What color is the last shirt you wore? - Burgundy

What was the last electronic that you plugged in to charge? - Phone

What’s is the last thing that you Googled? - Local hospital jobs

What’s the last concert you attended? - Luke Bryan

What’s the last sporting event that you attended/watched? - Local AHL hockey game

What was the last app that you downloaded to your phone? - Motivation app

What was the last video game that you played? - No idea, it’s been a while

What’s the last computer game that you played? - Sims

What’s the last injury you had? - I haven’t had a serious one in a while. My last serious injury was a hole in my lip I bit after having Novocain

What’s the last holiday or event (baby shower, graduation, etc) that just passed? - New Years

When

When was the last time that you took a painkiller, and what did you take it for?

- Extra strength Tylenol, for a serious headache

When was the last time you went to the bathroom? - A few minutes ago

When was the last time that you listened to music? Do you remember what the most recent song was? - About 15 minutes ago, W.A.P lol

When was your last work shift? - Feb 12th, I got fired lol

When is the last time that you had trouble falling asleep? - Maybe a week or so ago

When is the last time you saw your parents? - Saw my dad a few hours ago and my mom like a week ago

When was the last time you saw a significant other? - I’m single

When was your last year of schooling/education? - 2015

When was the last time you took a shower? - This morning

When was the last time you did anything sexual that went beyond kissing? - Holy fuck, it’s been a few years

When was the last time that you did your laundry? - When I was in college, my mom still does it now lol

When was the last time you had to use public transportation, and what form was it? - I took a plane back in 2018

When’s the last time that you were sick? What was wrong? - I had a sinus infection before Christmas

When was the last time that you hung out with friends/acquaintances? - Just got done hanging out with one about half an hour ago

When was the last funeral you attended? Who passed away? - My uncle, a year or so ago

When was the last wedding that you attended? Who got married? - Oh my god its been so long I don’t even remember

When’s the last time that you took a risk? What was the risk? - I don’t know, I don’t usually take risks

When’s the last time you mailed something handwritten? - YEARS ago

When’s the last time you got a haircut? - Back when the salons were able to reopen, getting another one in a few weeks

When’s the last time that you went swimming? - Been a few years

Where

Where was the last place you drove to, and what did you do there?

- Drove to Chili’s and Target. Got dinner and Lisa had to go shopping

Where was the last place that you went on vacation to? - Niagara Falls

Where was the last restaurant you ordered food from? - Chili’s

Where was the last place that you went on a date? - Local Mexican restaurant

Where was the last place that you went shopping at? - Target

Where was the last place you got lost? - Local hiking place

Where’s the last place that you walked to? - I just take walks around the neighborhood

Where did you last have sex? - My bed

Where was the last place you left your keys? - In my key holder in the kitchen

Where’s the last place you got drunk? - My house

Where’s the last place you embarrassed yourself in public? How did you do this? - I don’t know, it has been a while

Why

Why did you last cry?

- I was sad

Why did your last relationship fail? - He cheated on me

Why did you leave your last job? - I didn’t leave, I was fired because my boss was a dick

How

How long has it been since you last visited a doctor? How about a dentist?

- Been about a year. Dentist 6 months ago, I have a dentist appt next week actually.

How long does gum usually last when you chew it? - An hour or so

How long can you last in bed? - Pretty long lol

How long did your food last get microwaved for? - Like a minute

How many pages was the last book that you read? - About 250

How big was the last fish you caught? - It was average I’d say

How long was the last movie you watched? - An hour and a half

How long was your last relationship? - 9 months

How much did your last grocery bill come to? - $45

How difficult was your last exam? - I don’t remember. It has been years since I was in school

Randoms

Did you always get picked last in gym class?

- No

Do you believe that nice guys finish last? - No, they get to the front of the line with me

Can true love really last forever? - Yes

Give me the first initial of your last name? - S

Something you wait until the last minute to do? - Clean lol

Have you made your last will and testament? - No. I don’t own anything to have to make one

Something in your home that’s on its last leg(s)? - My laptop has been really laggy

Give us some famous last words! Yikes

#long #personal #survey #courtneyhelene

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quiets-cradle · 3 years

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This is Lucky!

Just me talking about her and the rest of her life under the cut

Lucky’s my younger dog. She was born on August 22, 2020. Yorkshire terrier. She was from a breeder, and I would have adopted from a shelter, but I don’t regret getting Lucky. Besides, I live with my parents as a minor. I didn’t have much of a say in the matter anyway. I’m serious though, I don’t regret getting her. If my family hadn’t adopted her, she wouldn’t have lasted as long, I think. I’d like to think, anyway. She had kidney failure, renal deficiency, whatever you want to call it. She was born with it and we didn’t know when we got her but we found out pretty quick. The breeder offered to refund us and give us a different dog, but we loved Lucky already so we kept her. We knew she wasn’t going to live long but you know, that was pretty easy to forget when she was so energetic. Yesterday, February 20, 2021, Lucky got sick. She was weak and had a runny nose and was sneezing. Me, being the worrier, asked my mom if we had to take her to the vet. We agreed to wait one day and see how bad she got. Last night, she couldn’t sleep. She was running around and staring at walls and I was worried but I thought it would die down. Sometime before the sun came up this morning, she starting whining while on her side. She woke me up, but I’m not exactly a morning person so I dismissed it until my mom came into the room and asked about her. I told her to take Lucky, and she did. When I fully woke up this morning, Lucky was really weak. I thought it was just plain old sleepiness, you know? She’s like that in the morning. Eventually I dragged myself out of bed and tried to feed her baby food with the syringe because if you know how dogs with kidney failure are, they won’t eat unless you either force feed them or give them extremely specific food. She wouldn’t open her mouth, this time around which I brushed off, but she was eating weirdly. When I put the food in her mouth, instead of licking her mouth like usual, she just opened her jaw and let the food fall out. I let go of her and she fell over, and yeah. Worrisome, eh? I took her downstairs after feeding her, and I talked with my parents a little. I checked her gums, and they were white.

So we’d had another dog before, and he’s still alive right now. His name is Levi, and the first week we got him, he got hypoglycemia, so I had done a bit of research on it. Hypoglycemia is basically when someone gets low blood sugar. You need to take the patient to the hospital if they are lethargic or sleepy, and you’re in trouble if they pass out or have white gums.

So I panic inside a little but we’ve dealt with this before, this is fine. I got out the corn syrup and smeared some on her gums, and told my parents. We take her to the animal hospital and then she dies.

It apparently wasn’t hypoglycemia, it was her kidneys. She apparently got infected, and her numbers were bad, which explained why she had been sick recently. We’re getting her privately cremated, and in the meantime I’m trying to get a box to put her stuff in.

I don’t know why I’m saying this, I guess I just want to immortalize her on the internet.

If you read this far, nice! I’m not sure why you did but thanks for listening, I guess. One more person that knows about her! Sorry about the rant btw, I’m just trying to deal with this. I’ve had plenty of fish before but their deaths were less personal so I’m trying to figure out how to deal with this.

ugh, she was almost six months old, this is fucked.

#tw animal death #tw chronic illness #dogs #kidney failure #how do I tag lmao

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Name everyone you’ve had an online conversation with today. just my gf

Which one of your relatives are you most likely to argue/disagree with? mom or sister

What is your greek personality type? melancholic

Do you like to wear camo? no

Do you like spiders? whatever

Are you afraid of needles? nope

Would you rather date someone older than you or younger? younger or same age

What kind of car does your most recent ex drive? only Wioleta and Paulina been driving but I don’t know enough about cars to tell, Paulina loved to speed and possibly be drunk but luckily I’ve never been her passenger and Wioleta usually didn’t use her car as she was really scared and prone to accidents, kiedy zdawała na prawo jazdy nosiła ze sobą nóż żeby się zabić gdyby znowu się jej nie udało

Would you rather be a skeleton or a ghost? ghost

Have you ever held hands with the same sex? obvi

What side of a heart do you draw first? I usually draw it like M letter so...

Can a relationship last without honesty? can but it’s dumb

Do you use any acne medication? I tried but either it was failing or hurting me even more, I had this meds that literally destroyed my bathtub before I had a chance to use them so I can’t imagine how would that be if I did use ‘em

Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? yep :x

Are you one of those lucky people to own a walk-in closet? I wish

Have you ever had a piercing get infected? that’s scary :o one of the reasons I don’t want piercings

Have you ever been “the other person” in an affair? I wasn’t aware

Have you ever had a one night stand? never

Have you ever sent naked pictures to someone? wouldn’t call them nudes

Have you ever gotten a piercing behind your parents’ back? nah

Do you enjoy poetry? more write than read if at all

Is there anything coming out soon (books, albums, movies, video games) that you’re looking forward to? could say so

Would you rather date someone who had a car or a job? job but she doesn’t even have to work as we don’t live together anyway

Have you ever had dandruff? I have dandruff

Would you be in a porn magazine for $6,592.78? how tho?

Think of the person you fell hardest for. how many people has he/she been in love with, besides you? dunno who she loved but I know who she dated

Do you know anyone named Alex? Are they male or female? used to have a friend like this but lost her as she was into me and I wasn’t into her :(

Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? could say so

Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship? hell no, not even in a not serious one

Do you ever just feel like you need to be alone for some reason? as an introvert...

What sort of surveys catch your interest and which ones bore you? I hate bold, shuffle and surveys that aren’t unique, prefer if I can write more than YES or NO, I want to think and go deeper with my answer

Post a link to the last video you watched online. I can’t, it’s personal

What is the last part of your body that itched? face

What do you think of people, who choose NOT to have children? smart

Have you ever made out in a bathroom? that didn’t happen In the pool? neither

Do you swallow gum when you’re finished? wtf

Do you still have your appendix? I do *why did this question scare me though?...

Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? what for

Funny, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for your partner. funny and cute like M. not that she isn’t smart or smth

For an entire month would you rather have a uni-brow or no eyebrows at all? I don’t care

Does it annoy you when people use too many emoticons when they’re typing? if it’s unusual for them I kinda wonder what’s going on

Have you ever prank called the cops? don’t do that, I hate pranks

How many ipods or mp3 players have you had in your entire life? not counting the fact I bought a broken one and they switched it for another broken one until I finally got one I could use - 2 or 3 max

What’s your current boy situation? lesbian

Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced? mhm

Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic? absolutely not

Have you ever had a panic attack? often, many

Do you prefer your significant other to be outgoing or shy? smth in between, closer to shy

Honestly, how many people do you have feelings for? I’m not someone who is capable of loving two people at once

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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All About the Letter E

Please List! (at least one)

Animals I Like: Elephants! And emus, mostly because of the Emu War I had watched a video about recently.

Foods I Like: Eggs. All kinds of them. I also like Eggs Benedict, empanadas, eggplants, eclairs, escargot, and I loooove eel.

I Know Someone Who’s (jobs): Editor, editorial assistant, editor-in-chief - surprise surprise, I’m a journalism student haha.

I Wouldn’t Mind Visiting: Egypt and Ethiopia. I also want to go back to El Nido in Palawan.

Sometimes I Feel: Excited, enthusiastic, but mostly embarassed.

Music I Listen To: Ed Sheeran, Eraserheads, Ella Fitzgerald.

Movies I’ve Seen: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Eraserhead, Emperor’s New Groove, Evil Dead, The Exorcist, Ex Machina (the first ten minutes of it anyway), Eyes Wide Shut.

Names I Like: Emilia, Emma, Elliott, Ezra, Eden, Elizabeth.

And now, onto the random questions!

Do you believe in equality? Of course. Reeeally big on it too.

Early to bed or early to rise? Mmm, neither honestly. I sleep way too late to the point of it being unhealthy, which means I don’t get up particularly early either.

Are you early or late for appointments? I get to the venue early, then show up exactly on time.

Have you ever had an ear infection? I have not. I imagine that would majorly suck though.

Do you go see an eye doctor? This implies that I do it regularly, so no. I did have to visit one when I still could because my left eye would feel like there was something stuck inside of it and it hurt to blink. The eye drops prescribed to me didn’t really help and would only provide short-term relief, but I never got to go back and have my eye re-checked cause we were under lockdown by then. Occasionally I’d still get spells of being irritated.

How many earrings do you wear? None. I ruined my left ear piercing years ago so I’ve had to stick with clip-ons, but I haven’t worn any in a while because I’ve lost most of them, because I’m terrible at being organized with such tiny things lol.

Do you care about the environment? How do you help the Earth? Yes, I reduce and recycle whenever I can; I’m very particular about segregating my trash; I save on paper by always folding a page in half if I have to fill it up; and as icky as it is I always pick up trash at public places when I see it – I’ve since had Gabie pick up the habit too. How often do you exercise? Do you go to a gym or do it on your own? The only exercise I get is going on short strolls with Kimi. I do it for leisure, not for workout-y purposes. I did have a rigorous PE class last sem where we’d have to do like 50 pushups, 30 pullups, five-minute planks, lifting 80-lb barbells, etc every meeting and it was honestly a lot of fun; but I was never able to maintain the exercises we did once the class ended.

What are your favorite things to eat? Unhealthy things like cheeseburgers and corndogs, ~fancier desserts~ like macarons and eclairs, savory food like ramen and curry, and seafood. My tastes are all over the place, lmao.

Do you know anyone who is pure evil? I know shitty people, but ‘pure evil’ is pushing it.

Do you get along with everyone? Not always because I can be quite vocal and that doesn’t sit well with some people; and it’s usually easy to tell if I don’t like someone even if I act civil. I always try my best to be friendly though.

Do you have a certain routine that you go through every day? Yes. I need my routines otherwise my anxiety will absolutely blow up. Spontaneity is fine with me but not when it comes to this.

Have you ever felt like you’ve lost everything? Yup.

Is there anywhere you’d like to explore? The rest of the world. For the most part, there’s no place I’d say no to going.

Elevators or escalators? Escalators because at least it’s in an open area, and if it breaks down I can just go up or down as if it were stairs.

What do you do in the evening? Dinner, play with Kimi and now Cooper, and I usually take my surveys by evening. Sometimes I’ll make a cup of coffee too.

Have you ever been evaluated for anything before? Yes, both as part of a group and just me, individually.

What’s the worst you’ve ever done on an exam? I got the lowest possible grade that my old school offered once or twice. In college, I once got something like a 40/100 in an economics class HAHAHAH

Are you easily exhausted? No, as long as the weather cooperates. If it were hot and humid I’d be a lot more sluggish.

Do you like visiting exhibits? Depends on the subject. < Same. I wouldn’t go to an exhibit that would get too technical on engineering, for one.

Have you ever felt exiled? I’ve felt that in my home many times.

Have you ever felt like everybody was talking about you? Yeah, but I don’t feel like opening up that can of worms right now since it’s a complicated story lol.

Have you ever entered through an exit sign or exited through an enter sign? I’m sure I have.

How have humans evolved over time? In a lot of ways. We’ve lost some tiny body parts, changed our mindsets on stuff like slavery, changed up our fashion sense, removed and added words from/onto our vocabulary, developed our cuisines, etc. I highly recommend Bill Wurtz’s ‘history of the entire world, i guess’ video haha.

Would you ever consider eloping? No. Not to sound ignorant, but I genuinely mostly don’t know what that entails since it’s not really a part of our culture. One thing’s for sure though, I wanna get married with a bunch of people watching.

If you could erase one mistake from your past, what would it be? I wouldn’t call it a mistake because it was who I am at the time...but I hate the fact that my college experience is forever stained with how much I sulked during my freshman year.

When’s the last time you’ve used email? How about sending something through the mail in an actual envelope? For email, it was like a week ago when I had to reply to a company emailing our org to endorse their internship opportunities. I don’t think I ever sent anything to anyone through mail...? I’ve written handwritten letters, but I personally gave them to the person it was meant for.

Do you dye eggs at Easter time? Nah we only did that once.

Is the glass half empty or half full? Depends on the situation, for me.

Have you ever had elbow macaroni before? Sure! My favorite recipe is Mama Lou’s truffle mac and cheese. Soooooo savory and so, so unfairly good.

Have you ever fractured or dislocated your elbow? Never. That sounds awful. I’ve seen arm wrestling matches go wrong and those were bad enough. Do you know how long an era or an eon is? An era is dependent on events, isn’t it? Like the hippie era, the grunge era, etc. My understanding is that they are socially defined and therefore don’t have a set time period. I believe an eon is an very long but unspecified amount of time. I’m trying to remember this without Googling, so I could be wrong, but those are my interpretations of the words. < There ya go. It’s a little too late in the night for me to be up for defining either in my own words haha.

Do you chew the Extra brand of gum? I don’t think so. I don’t think we have that here.

When was the last time someone showed empathy towards you? Few weeks ago when I was horribly sick and dad willingly took care of me, gave me sponge baths, and listened to every single one of my requests.

Did you have an Elf on the Shelf growing up? No. I’m not sure I know what that is.

Is your bedtime closer to eight or eleven? Eight...AM. :(((

Would you go around the world in eighty days? Nah I’d want to stop in too many places. You can’t see a country in a day. < True. While I was very much in love with my cruise vacation, it also meant that I just had an afternoon to explore as much as I can of South Korea and Japan. And I wish I had more time in both places.

Did you turn eighteen in high school, or afterwards? Shortly afterwards. My graduation was in March, I turned 18 by April.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#survey #surveys

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0idril0 · 5 years

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Evan 7

Okay yall here’s part 7 of the nico series

Thanks @whumpywhumper & @captivity-whump

This is as accurate as i can write it, i could probably go into a lot more detail about wounds etc, but i was nervous about how that would translate to text. I’ve got experience as an emergency room nurse and a vet tech so this is probably how i would go about treating someone. Thanks everyone for reading!

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Just stabilize him.

Just stabilize him. The rattle of Nico’s breathing echoed through the sterilized room. Like it’s that fucking simple. Evan pushed up his sleeves and peered under the blanket covering Nico.

You can’t stabilize this. He pulled his stethoscope from his cabinet and pressed it to the skeletal chest. Harsh crackles to the upper lobes, nothing to the lower. Shit.

“Give me those quilts—Clint, sit him up— he can’t breath like that.” Nico was limp as Clint lifted him, the rattling mewl indicating he was still aware. He pushed the quilts behind Nico’s back, grimacing at the damage he saw. Fuck.

Just examine him like he’s an animal. His patient’s skin radiated heat, the beat of his heart too fast. Gums were sticky and pale. Lips a dull purple. Purulent fluid from wounds. Fever. Infection. Hypoxia. Anemia. Dehydration. Sepsis. Shoulders were definitely dislocated, no telling what internal injuries there were without a catscan. He didn’t need to take his blood pressure to know it was terrible. He still wished he had a blood pressure cuff. “Kristy, there’s oxygen on the wall and there’s masks in the cabinet. I think I have a mask for humans here somewhere.”

Evan turned from the table and stormed through his exam rooms grabbing supplies as he walked. This isn’t fixable. He ripped open the drawers holding his surgical packs and growled at what he found. He wasn’t equip for this.

He continued digging in the back of dusty cabinets for supplies he’d hidden for weird animal or pack emergencies. He still wasn’t equip for this. Slamming the doors shut Evan turned from the cabinet analyzing the supplies he’d accumulated.

“Okay, fuck. Brian-” walking purposefully he pointed at the grim faced blond and waited until the tearful eyes met his own ”-there’s a convenience store down the road about a block and a half. Go get all of the gauze you can, get white liquid dial soap, a blood pressure cuff and sugar—don’t fucking give me that look, there’s a goddamn reason—now go.”

He grabbed the human oxygen mask from the pile and pushed Kristy away from where she was fumbling. He stared at the brunette, waiting for eye contact, before continuing. “Kristy, that cabinet has saline, stuff to start an IV, and blood collection tubes-”Evan gestured vaguely to the cabinets by his ancient sterilizer”-you know what to grab?” Kristy blanched before giving him a panicked shake of her head. “Okay, just grab more than one set of everything.”

He turned to Clint, still bracing himself over Nico like he could ward away the inevitable. Steeling himself, he stepped close and placed a glove encased hand on Clint’s arm. “Clint. Look at me.” Clint’s jaw worked for a moment before he looked up, the yellow orbs held a dull anger. “This isn’t going to be pretty. If you can’t handle this, if you’re going to get in the way, tell me now.”

The anger in Clint’s eyes grew sharper and a growl rumbled from his chest. “No way in hell’m I leavin’ him right now.”

Evan grimaced, that was exactly what he was afraid of. He squeezed Clint’s arm tighter making sure to meet the wolf’s eyes squarely, almost whispering in an attempt to force his attention, “You listen to me now, there is a very real chance he’s about to die.”

The rumble coming from Clint rattled the metal table and Nico’s breathing shuttered but Evan didn’t budge. Glaring into the yellow eyes. “You need to prepare yourself. There’s only so much I can do and I don’t know if Martin will be able to do anything.”

Tears muddied Clint’s eyes and he jerked away from Evan, keening, pulling at his sandy hair. “Please. Please Evan, you have to do something. I can’t-“The clatter of medical supplies interrupted Clint’s pleas. Kristy stood like a statue, clutching what hadn’t fallen from her grasp.

Her face held the same horror as Clint’s. He gave her a look of grim empathy. He didn’t retract his statement. They needed to be prepared. Honeyed truth wouldn’t help here.

Evan turned back to Nico and felt sick. When Brian had called him to say they’d found Nico injured.... this was not what he expected. He had expected stitches, maybe a broken arm.

This. This was horrifying.

Evan had seen abuse. He had seen injury. He’d seen malnutrition. But right now, if Nico had been a pet, he would be discussing euthanasia—if only to not prolong the inevitable. You don’t put an animal through something like this. They just didn’t understand why it was happening. And that made it even worse because Nico wasn’t an animal. People insisted you do everything for humans.

A small part of Evan wanted to refuse what he was about to have to do. This was torture disguised as care. He hadn’t worked on people since he’d been in South America on a spay and neuter clinic. What happened still haunted him. A freak earthquake had forced him into action because he at least had a type of medical knowledge.

Even that couldn’t prepare him for the catastrophe that was Nico.

He turned back to Clint’s pleading gaze and drew a resigned breath. “I’ll do what I can Clint, but-“ he gestured at the limp figure on the table”-it’s up to him, and I don’t think he’s got much left.”

“He’s got more than you think.” Clint’s smile was tight. “What do we need to do?”

Evan grunted and grabbed his supplies. “What blood type are you?”

The question caught Clint off guard, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

“He needs blood. He needs fluids.” Evan pulled the blanket back from where it covered his patient’s skeletal chest and suppressed a gag. Clint blanched and a sound like he’d been gut punched left him. “He needs antibiotics.” He grabbed Nico’s wrist, turning it to examine the bruised and ulcerated skin.

“My blood won’t help with that, I’m a fucking werewolf, I can’t give him blood!”

“Yes, you can. I saw it done in Peru; it can be done between mates. You said he was yours right?”

For a moment there was silence from the wolf. “I can’t force that on him Evan. He doesn’t even know.”

“You don’t really have a choice, either you donate blood or you lessen the chance he’s going to make it. You have the ability to help and a fucking healing factor that might make a difference.”

“Clint.” Kristy’s voice was quiet. “You remember what I said? You’re his everything. Please.” Her eyes were pleading.

Clint’s mouth closed slowly and he pressed a gentle kiss to Nico’s forehead before swallowing thickly. “I’m O negative. What do I need to do?”

Evan grunted, acknowledging Clint’s acquiescence. “Just stay out of the way for now.”

Evan gripped Nico’s arm firmly, ignoring Nico’s weak attempts to twist away, and probed the bend of his arm. Anger suffused him as he did. Whoever had taken him had been sticking him over and over again and recently, there were no veins left to stick. He examined Nico’s other arm to the same conclusion. Grimacing, he turned Nico’s head and squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck.

Puncture marks. The jugular vein still looked capable of holding an IV but it didn’t disguise that something, most likely a vampire, had also had a hand in Nico’s torture. A thrill of trepidation crawled up Evan’s spine. What other creatures had been a part of this? Who would do this?

The magical community was tight knit here; they probably knew the culprits. He kept the observation to himself; it wouldn’t help right now.

He pushed Clint away from where he was standing at the head of the metal table. “Hold his hands down, Kristy. Clint, I need you to hold his head like this,” he pushed Nicos chin into Clint’s hand, elongating his neck. The ulcerated skin around Nico’s eyes cracked and he could see the strain in the muscles of his neck as he tried to shake his head against Clint’s hand, the twitch of his arms as he tried to raise them. He’s so quiet.

Kristy hadn’t moved. She clutched at the cabinet behind her, knuckles white with strain.

“Kristy?”

She jerked, wide eyes looking up from Nico. “I can’t. I can’t touch him again.”

“Kristy-“

“No Clint, no, I could feel—“ she cut herself off, “I terrified him when I touched him, he could feel my magic every time, you told me I wouldn’t have to when we got here.” Panic infused Kristy’s voice and Evan grimaced.

Fuck.

“Go call Illyn, see if you can get any information on what might help.” Kristy fled, slamming the doors behind her.

When he turned back Nico had stopped fighting. Clint rested his forehead against blood encrusted hair and Evan could hear the quiet reassurances he muttered over the harsh rasps of breathing.

“Keep him still, this’ll only hurt a second.” He’d picked a large gauged catheter, needing to get fluid into him as quickly as possible. Nico flinched when the needle pierced his neck. Watery blood seeping from around the wound as he attached the saline lock.

“It’s okay Darlin’, you’ll feel much better soon.”

The door creaked and Brian shuffled in slowly with plastic bags. “Kristy’s in your office.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Get some of those towels wet. We need to bring his temperature down.”

Brian gave him a confused look as he dropped the bags to complete his new task. “Wouldn’t ice be better?”

Evan snorted as he taped the catheter in place and started the bolus of fluids. “If you want to kill him. He’s delicate enough right now without shocking his system. I’d rather not throw him into a cardiac arrest. The fluids and some wet towels on his neck and arms should bring it down gradually.”

“Clint, sit over here.” Grabbing a pile of supplies he peeled the werewolf from Nico and steered him into a chair, finding a vein quickly. “I’m going to get at least two maybe three units of blood out of you. You’re going to get dizzy and probably need to lay down while your werewolf mojo works. Keep your arm above the bag.” Clint’s eyes didn’t leave Nico but he grunted a confirmation.

“Brian, get gloves on and please tell me you got liquid soap.” Evan worked quickly covering Nico’s exposed skin with the damp towels as Brian pulled out the soap and gauze from the bags.

“We need to clean these wounds; there’s debris, dead tissue, puss, everything in these. This is going to hurt but it’s necessary.”

God, he would kill to be able to give him fentanyl. The only medication he had to help would lower his blood pressure more, doing more damage than good. “If you find anything especially deep let me know, I’ll do some wet to dry dressings. The sugar is for later if Martin can’t do as much as we want.”

They set to their tasks silently, Evan more quickly than Brian. He started by trying to push his shoulders back into their sockets. They slipped back into place with a sickening pop and the boy cried out weakly, small bitten off sobs shaking him. Evan heard Clint’s cut off protest but continued working.

Guilt ate at him. Focusing this closely on Nico’s wounds, he could see the minute trembling that rattled his bones; how he seemed to bite at his cheek to stop himself from making noise. Evan dumped peroxide into a bowl of warm water and wiped at the dried blood encrusting Nico.

When he brushed against Nico’s right hip the boy flailed causing Brian to yelp and jerk away from the table. “..’leas..nnn...nnn..” Nico sobbed and Evan’s concern grew. He’d been so silent. There was a snarl from the corner but he ignored it and the growing commotion to focus on what he was seeing. The area was deep purple, the leg around it swollen. He put his palms flat against the hip bones and pushed. Nico’s blood shot eyes flew open as the bone crackled and shifted; a rasping scream tore from his throat before breaking into a wet cough.

Evan froze. Fuck. Broken. The pelvis was one of largest bones in the body and deeply vascular, no wonder he was so pale.

Nico shuddered with sobs, breath no more than a gasp. “M’orry.... ‘lease..... be ‘ood... s’op... ‘lease....” Fat tears flowed down Nico’s face, catching the blood from the freshly cleaned wounds.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry buddy. I had to see if it was broken.” And now he had to get a goddamned X-ray. But it could wait until he was more stable.

There was a strangled grunt from Brian and Clint and, when he looked, he could see Brian was practically sitting on Clint to keep him in place. The wolf’s features elongated as he grappled with Brian.

“Fucking stop. Now!” Evan thundered. Blood pooled on the floor from where Clint had ripped the IV out of his arm trying to reach Nico and anger curled in his belly. His vision turned throbbing red. He snarled at Clint and relished in the flinch he got in return. Stalking to where the boys had frozen, he snatched the partially filled bag from the floor. “You wanted my help. Sit down and shut up.”

Clint averted his gaze, tilting his head in submission. Brian gulped, showing his hands and backing away.

Sometimes, it’s good to be alpha.

He turned back to his patient, exchanging the soiled tubing before attaching it to the bag of saline. He needed another line, but this would do for now. He shoved Clint back to the chair and reinserted the needle before ordering Brian to help him support Nico’s trembling frame to get to the wounds on his back. He switch the blood and fluid bags twice before they finished his legs and lacerated feet.

Nico’s breathing was strained and shallow after the struggle of dressing the wounds on his back and torso. But, by the time they had finished his feet, a soft blush had crept to his cheeks and the purple hue to his lips had begun to shift to a more comfortable color.

Feeling the boys cheeks he found them moderately cooler, his pulse stronger. Thank god. He hoped what they had done would buy him time.

A soft whine drew his attention to Clint who was hugging himself tightly staring at Nico, yellow eyes wide with wonder. A small grin flickered on Evan’s lips. The bond. It must have worked. Relief made him sag. If Nico and Clint had a growing bond there was a better chance.

“Get over here.”

Clint didn’t wait for affirmation of what he’d heard. Instead, he stumbled woozily from his chair to grip Nico’s limp hand and stroke his badly washed hair.

“Thank you Evan..... thank you...” Clint’s voice was thick, trembling with gratitude.

“He isn’t healed yet.” He gripped Clint’s arm softly before turning away.

He looked to the clock. Over two hours had passed since their arrival. Where is Martin?

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Loaf of bread and a pint of milk

Resting his worn callus-welcoming palms on his sweaty forehead, Samuel wondered if he was starting with an infection. Sighing, he extended his legs from the armchair and unzipped his winter coat, removing it from his chest and placing it on the chair arm. No. He was not ill. He had just overheated with layers the evening before, when he thought his bones were going to catch a chill.

His chest wheezed in response to the dust in his living room, as he clambered over jumpers and odd socks scrambled on the floor, to reach the kitchen. Samuel had already decided not to get dressed today – the water meter was on low. He would save it for a bath for Little Sammy to have later, perhaps he would enjoy blowing bubbles in the water. Samuel opened the kitchen cupboards, and as usual, was greeted with an empty shelf. The yellow light in the fridge greeted and responded to Samuel’s grumbling stomach.

The corner shop wasn’t far from Samuel’s flat. It was early morning, and the sky blended perfectly from a deep blue to a cinnamon orange where inky cauliflower trees stood, like that of a watercolour artist’s painting. As he walked, he felt the bitter breeze whisk around the tips of his fingers and attack his chest, as if placing an icy stone there. As he shuttled along, he noticed the tarmac was lavished with disrespect; chewing gum and saliva lumps were formed on the pavement. He went past a row of semi-detached houses, and as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window, he hung his head. He was too young for this life. He hated walking to the shop everyday when he had just the right change – it was embarrassing, and certainly, very lonely. Unlit Christmas decorations placed on brown, slightly bent, utility poles, showed absence of festive spirit on the street. Samuel kept walking, though his feet hurt, the balls of his feet burning as if he was walking bare footed across Tarmac made of sandpaper. On the corner at the end of the road, was the shop, just about to open.

Pulling on the door and out of his lethargic state, Samuel entered the shop. Joe, the shopkeeper, clocked eyes on Samuel as soon as he saw him. His fingers, though his eyes had not left Samuel’s gaze, immediately grabbed for the cigarette shelf as his eyes never lied. Sovereign Blue, he knew it. Samuel’s eyes, though, started to adjust to the bright shop lights and the black and white patterned laminate flooring which fuzzed together made Samuel’s eyes go funny. He blinked and reached into his torn pocket of his joggers to see what spare change would make the cut today. Instead, his hands wrapped around no bronze coins – he simply had no money. What would he do? What could he do? Little Sammy needed to eat, even if it was just an egg with some soldiers. His feet picked up as his mouth went dry and the shop keeper looked him in the eye.

“I have a loaf of bread and a pint of milk in the back, you can keep it on a tab and pay me when you have the money.” Keep it on a tab, I bet he has loads run up at the local pub, Joe the shopkeeper thought to himself.

In a predicament, Samuel didn’t know what to do. He hesitated and his voice broke, and at last, the starvation outweighed his pride.

“T-t-hat would be great, thank you.” Samuel’s mouth tugged for a smile, and Joe responded instantly.

“No worries, I’ll just go get it for you.”

Samuel stood in the shop, at the counter, like a child waiting to be reprimanded in the headteacher’s office.

Meanwhile, in the back office, Joe turned to his colleague who was flicking through Instagram on their IPhone 11, and said “Proper crackpot, this one. Believes he has a kid to take care of. No wonder he never takes off his scruffy coat, I bet his arm is just one big track mark.”

The colleague laughed in response to Joe, as Joe reached for the bread, which was unravelled. He then proceeded to take the milk out of the fridge, which had its seal taken off.

He walked through the door and saw the state of Samuel. How dare he tarnish society like this when he is here running a business. Samuel took his chin from the floor and smiled up at Joe, beaming that he would now have food and drink for him and Little Sammy for the rest of the week. He did not realise that the bread was unopen, but it wouldn’t have mattered to him anyway.

“Thank you so much, it means so much. Little Sammy will be so chuffed with some fresh milk.” Samuel beamed at Joe, as Samuel exited the shop.

Joe shouted for his colleague “see I told you he’s a nut job.”

The walk home for Samuel was tough. The wind wrapped around his chest and made it hard for him to breathe and he felt like his fingertips were going to fall off from the cold as they clutched the loaf of bread for dear life. Once he got home, he counted the slices of bread and noticed some liquid residue on his fingertips, shrugged and thought that it must recently have been defrosted. He put the pan of water on the hob, switched it on, took out his cold and damp teabag and proceeded to make a pot of tea with the milk he had been given. He had some margarine in the fridge and decided to butter two pieces of bread. The cup of tea was marvellous – it heated up his body and warmed his bones. He spent the rest of the day helping Little Sammy with his homework. Sat at the table, there were talks of times tables and long division – something that had always confused Samuel. In the afternoon, Samuel felt himself getting hot and sweat pricking at the back of his neck. He hoped he wasn’t getting the flu. His stomach was hurting – so much so, that it felt like he had two fists opening and closing on the inside. What hurt the most though, was his head. A constant pang of headache and a dull pain behind his eyes, starting and spreading from his eyebrows. He felt in a haze. His eyelids drooped. He couldn’t fight this. He couldn’t stay awake.

Samuel woke to the sound of tyres screeching outside and a car door banging loudly. He could hear Little Sammy playing with some toy cars upstairs. In a state of confusion, Samuel thought he heard his door being knocked through, but he couldn’t move. He was collapsed on the floor – his eyes stuck staring at the wall, saliva running down his chin, and his joints stiff and robotic.

“He hasn’t been in my shop for at least a week, and he’s a regular.” Joe was saying to the paramedic carrying the SATS machine. “I thought I’d better phone the emergency services to see if he was okay, I know he has some problems.”

The paramedic turned to his colleague and said “Samuel Evans, 43, diagnosed schizophrenic. Suspected overdose.” At this point, Joe smiled to himself. That would teach him for being a lazy, scruffy man of society and not paying for his loaf of bread and pint of milk.

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