#blu is writing

[sparksinger]

i showered today. and i cleaned a bit.

not much to be proud of, but i am glad i managed those two things at least.

now i am going to watch the wales/australia rugby match and try to do some fic writing.

we just got a try! ♥

[blusandbirds]

the batkids will deliberately get jason into their favorite pieces of media so he’ll write fanfiction for it.

dick discovered this strategy when he forced jason to watch one of his favorite shows with him. he’d totally forgotten that the show ended on a cliffhanger before it was cancelled, but rewatching it brought back that feeling of dissatisfaction he had the first time around. so dick opens up the ao3 tag for the show and to his surprise, there’s a brand new fic addressing every single loose end, complete with beautiful prose and amazing characterization. dick practically weeps. it’s only when he realizes some of the things in the fic match up with the rants jason had during their watch of the show that he has barbara confirm his suspicions about who the author is.

somehow everybody but jason gets wind of this and they’re taking unashamed advantage of it. the next time they see a movie together, stephanie leans over to jason to whisper about the romantic potential between two characters. she gets like three fics for her ship out of that. when jason goes outside, barbara switches electronic billboards and redirects taxis with ads for her favorite show. and of course, every targeted ad on his phone and computer are for the same show. when he finally gives in and watches it, barbara ends up with plenty of content to get her through the between seasons break.

everybody in jason’s family is subscribed to the ao3 account that he doesn’t know they know he has. one day, they’re all chilling in the library, and at the same time jason publishes his latest fic (for a movie bruce of all people was very insistent he watch), everybody’s email notifications go off. he narrows his eyes suspiciously. “just some wayne enterprises stuff.” “got a package delivered.” “what’s an email?”

it’s fine. he’ll let them get away with it. besides, he does the same thing to damian to get fanart out of him.

[chuhanchik]

MY CROSS-FACTION MERCS FIC DROPPED!!!!!!!

The day RED Sniper encountered a BLU Scout who was behaving so strangely that it threw him off guard, Sniper couldn't bring himself to kill him. That decision alone led him to insane discoveries that divided his life into "before" and "after".

What exactly was wrong with this Scout? Who were BLU and RED really? What other monstrosities are hidden from the mercenaries?

And what's up with the "faces"?

[bluishfrog]

Have we had dnf as hamsters already?

[daggerspared]

jakes about an hour late to the latest iceman-maverick (icemav for short, as phoenix has coined) barbecue, so he’s just passing through the kitchen, not even thinking as he tosses out an easy “hey pops,” to the hosts on his way towards the doors to the backyard.

two voices call back in response. “hey kid.” “good to see you jake.”

he feels the pause. his hand hovers uncertainly over the door handle. slowly, he turns.

iceman and maverick, happily married couple, have suspended all kitchenly duties to glare at each other. “he was talking to me.”

“no, he was talking to me.”

“everyone calls me pops,” ice says, eyes narrowed. “bradley calls me pops. mickey calls me pops. even cyclone called me pops that one time that was embarrassing for all of us.”

maverick waves a hand at ice, the hand also wielding a knife he was using to chop watermelon. “yeah, but jake calls me pops. he called me pops before he knew you. that gives me pops rights.”

jakes debating just slipping out the door when they both turn towards him. in unison like good wingmen.

“jake, buddy, sport, slugger, who were you talking to?”

he offers a shrug. “uh, both of you, i guess.” it’s the truth, he wasn’t thinking too hard about it, his mind focused on getting to the backyard where he has it on good authority that his loving boyfriend is sweaty and shirtless and waiting for someone to share his lawn chair with.

ice purses his lips. “that won’t do.”

“we can’t both be pops,” maverick agrees. “that’s ridiculous.”

“right,” jake says, “that’s what’s ridiculous about this.”

“a challenge then,” ice forges on, ignoring him. “to determine who’s the better pops.”

solemn as their air boss, maverick sticks his hand out (sans knife) to shake on it. in some funhouse mirror reflection of that one photograph that seems to be everywhere, ice clasps his hand back.

and jake is somewhere between laughing, running, and bursting into tears. because no sane person has ever had this argument before and certainly not over him. nobody’s ever fought to be jake seresin’s pops before.

no one except these two ridiculous, crazy old men.

[updownlately]

fighting it is hopeless (sinking in your ocean)

| alessia russo x reader

~~~

“It’s weird to think that you could leave at any time and I’d have no control…”

Your voice broke the comfortable silence that gently wrapped your living room, the weight of the words evoking a nearly-tangible rattle in the air. 

You were sprawled out on the couch with an earbud barely in, eyes not leaving the ceiling, holding your breath wondering whether you should continue or not. 

It was when you just barely heard the soft padding of footsteps, no doubt coming from the blonde you called yours, that you closed your eyes, heart wrenching thought of your vulnerability. 

Swallowing hard, scarcely managing to keep the growing lump in your throat at bay, you continued.

“Like I get that love can’t exist if I have control over all your actions and emotions ‘cause obviously that’s not how humans work…but still...” 

Your words trailed off just as you felt the seat near your legs sink with the weight of the your girlfriend.

The gentle hand that came to rest on your thigh had you opening your eyes, head rigid however, too afraid that the slightest eye-contact with the other girl would result in her seeing your soul, the windows of your eyes an easy read for the striker. 

Bringing a shaky hand up to grab the front collar of your her t-shirt that you were wearing and bringing it to your mouth, you bit down on the fabric, the tremor in your voice something you could already feel. 

Continuing, your voice came out muffled. 

“It’s weird you know? Like yeah we were friends and all before we started dating but since that first date you kind of just took me out of my world and put me in your orbit. You shot me into outer space, had me sucked a bye away yet so near to you and I haven’t been more glad yet more scared.” 

You knew you were rambling now, the feelings you had tried so hard to bury for the past few months, the insecurities you’d never shared, all tumbling out, and you could only be a bystander, almost watching from afar as your mouth and heart betrayed your brain.

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t terrify me. I feel like I’m sinking and flying at the same time, and I don’t know what to make of it…”

Words trailing off, restless silence enveloping you, you tensed your shoulders embarrassed at how open you were being, laying yourself bare without a thought.

The stillness in the air since your last uttered sentence was deafening, the silent roar sending a chill up your spine.

Running a hand over your face, your fingers rubbed into your eyelids before coming to pinch the bridge of your nose. Mind now racing, innumerable thoughts firing in the small space of your head, you cursed silently at yourself, wishing you’d never said anything. 

And when nearly a few minutes had passed, only the blood rushing in your ears to be heard, you decided that maybe you were an idiot after all, swearing at the old you that thought this would be a good idea. 

Moving to get up, gently tossing your phone and earbuds onto the other seat nearby, you barely made it onto your elbows, body in a half crunch position before a voice that wasn’t yours finally joined the conversation. 

“Hey, let me in…I care, I promise. I really do.” Alessia’s gentle but nervous voice filtered through your thoughts, the love pushing aside your insecurities and creating a clear path to your troubled mind. 

The quietness of the plead had you listening, your arms straightening out as you gently fell onto your back, bouncing against the soft cushion before resting on it. 

You inhaled a deep breath, holding it for three seconds just like your therapist told you to do whenever you felt anxious, before letting out a deep sigh and forcing yourself to relax your shoulders.

“I want to trust you- trust us, this relationship but sometimes it feels so hard…It’s worse because it’s not ‘cause of you but my mind is idiotic sometimes y’know?”

Alessia hummed in acknowledgement, not sure how to respond but desperately wanting to be there for you. 

Silence enveloping the room once more, you felt the couch shift once more, it creaking under the weight of the movement. 

Before you knew it, Alessia was squished beside you, laying on her side tightly in the minimal space between you and the back of the couch. 

Reaching her hand over to wrap around your waist, tugging your stiff body into her best she could, Alessia let out a breath, trying to relax, hoping it would have the domino effect on you. 

With how well the blonde knew you, nearly a year of dating not lost on her, the actions had the desired effect, tension slowly but surely leaving your body as you curled into the warmth beside you. 

The pair of you were so close, each rise and fall of either of your chests felt by the other, released puffs of air intermingling, you both bathing in the calmness brought by the other’s presence. 

And when Alessia began to speak, voice so soft, lips fluttering against the crown of your head, you swear she could cushion the most delicate of glassware.

“Whatever’s going on inside your head, I want you to know that I want you. For as long as you’ll have me, through the highs and the lows, I’m here to stay. I can’t even fathom the idea of leaving you if I’m honest.” 

Pressing a gentle kiss onto your hairline, Alessia paused for a slight second, lips lingering before she continued.

“I know me saying it once won’t do much so I’ll remind you as many times as I can for as long as I can, but know that with all of the trophies, cups, league titles and any other awards in this world, I wouldn’t mind not having a single one as long as I have you.”

Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you keenly listened to the murmur of words, relief washing over you, chest loosening. 

Turning in Alessia’s hold, you faced the blonde, not meeting her eyes but instead burrowing your face into the crook of her neck.  

“I’m sorry…” Your voice came out muffled, the sheepish tone apparent. 

“Love...don’t be. We’ll get through this together. You just keep communicating to me like you are, yeah?” Nodding into Alessia’s shoulder, you felt your eyes dampen, the blonde’s understanding and care overwhelming you in the best way possible. 

Tucking your head further into her neck, you wrapped your arm around the striker, letting her love wash over you, a few tears falling as your heart bursted with love.

And as Alessia pulled you impossibly closer, you both let the evening pass, yellow hues turning red, and then purple, basking in each other’s embrace.

Allowing your love speak for itself, arms tightly wound around one other, you let yourself sink into the comfort of the embrace, aware that fighting it was hopeless.

Sucked up in the waves of her love, shot into outer space, you knew you were stranded but not alone, bound to fall deeper each day for the girl you loved, no insecurities of yours able to prevent your love from growing.

[buried-in-stardust]

Went to a hanfu tryout and fan painting event!

I tried on this Tang dynasty style hanfu, and although it was a bit too big for me and I could not get used to the sleeves (they kept getting caught on things), it was very fun!

I only wrote the date in the 干支 (ganzhi, 60 year cycle) format and my name (Feng **) because I wanted to write something but had no idea what to write. I was originally going to write in a more cursive style, but then I chickened out, so my writing looks like a little kid's here lmao.

(My phone camera's quality is shit, sorry)

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₙᵤᵣₛₑ'ₛ ₒffᵢcₑ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ! ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, making out, groping, leg gridding, Oral (m receiving), Mouth fucking, cum in glass? nudity, using spit as lube.

A/N: Based on this art, I hope ya'll like it.

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Today is the mandatory check up. Ever since the now recoms had woken up, it was made mandatory that they get a check up once a month. Since this Project Phoenix was new and expensive, they wanted to make sure that the recoms were functioning alright. It was basically a physical, but instead of humans, it was avatars that needed to be checked up.

You were always stuck with checking up Walker and Zdinarsk's, they preferred to be checked by a female nurse instead of a male, they felt more comfortable that way. You had to check their blood pressure, breathing rate, pulse rate, temperature, height, and weight. Same with Head, eyes, ears, nose and throat. You also had to ask them questions like 'does something hurt?' 'has your head been hurting lightly?' 'why does your head hurt?' etc. Last thing that you needed was some kind of DNA sample. It could be whatever as long as it belong to them, this was to check to see if there was any kind of mutation or if they had caught some kind of sickness and so that it can be treated before hand. It only took about 30 minutes.

You had been done, you finished writing down the paper and was ready to be turned in. Then someone had come into your office, they had told you that if you could check up on one more recom and you were done. You had no issue, it was one more person, that was until you learned who it was. It was Miles Quaritch. The guy that you had been crushing on for the last few months that he had been alive. You were practically dying on the inside. But you had to remain professional. You had already agreed so you couldn't back down now.

Miles had walked into your office, you were getting your gloves on, noticing him. You took a deep breath and looked up at him. "Good afternoon Quaritch." You said politely. "Hello there sweetheart" he said with a cocky smirk, you felt yourself getting excited. You then gestures for him to sit down on the huge bench. You then moved close, getting on the small stool which allowed you to reach his height. "Let's get started then" you said.

Just like every other time, you checked, his hearing, eye sight, nose, ears, the usual stuff. The whole time you were close to just dying being this close to him. You could feel your legs shaking like Jell-O, it didn't help that you were feeling wet by the sigh of him. Every now and then you'd look into each other's eyes, which made you quickly look away, embarrassed. Luckily you were almost over.

"Okay, could you please remove your shirt?" you asked, making him tilt his head. "What for? Ya trying to see me shirtless sweetheart?" he asked, all cocky. 'Yes!' you thought. "It's so that I could check your spine, to see if it's fine." You said, Miles only chuckled. "Calm down, I'm just teasing" he said, removing his shirt, then he stood up from the bench. Then he bent down to touch his toes. You looked at his back, seen that his spine was alright, pretty straight. Besides looking at his spine, you couldn't help but look at his huge strong back. You felt your face heat up.

Miles then turned his head over, seen you staring at his back more. "Like what you see?" he teased, making you snap out of it. "I was just looking to make sure that everything is alright!" you blurted out, embarrassed that he caught you staring. You then moved over to where your clipboard was and wrote down his results. He then went back to sitting on the bench. Still shirtless. "Alright, everything is good, I just need a DNA sample and we're done." You said.

"Is that all?" Miles asked. You nodded. "What kind of sample?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Anything. It could be hair, saliva, blood, anything as long as it's yours." You explained. "I got an idea" he said "what is it?" you asked curiously. Miles then spread his legs, revealing his hard cock, through his pants. "You didn't think I'd notice? Your scent got strong the moment I stepped in here." He said, making you feel hot all of a sudden, he knew and there was no way in hiding it now.

Miles smirked, seen the look on your face. "I liked how you were all up on me, touching." He said. "I was o-only doing me-" you were cut off by him. "Don't be shy now, it's okay." He said comfortingly, as a way to get you calm down and feel less embarrassed. He reached over, taking your hand and brought you up to him. You now standing on the little stool, face to face. "Got to admit it, you have been making me have all these feelings sweetheart." He said, coming close to you face. He leaned in and whispered into your ears. "Every time I see you, I just went to bend you over on a flat surface and fuck you until you can't walk." He admitted, making you feel even wetter then you already were.

Then felt his huge hands run up and down your body, feeling all of you. His hands went down your waist and stopped on your ass, giving it a small squeeze. You let out a small hum, as he then leaned over and kissed your small cheek, sweetly. "You enjoying yourself sweetheart?" he asked, while also letting out a low growl in your ear. "Y-Yes.." you admitted, he then got a hold of your small hand and brought it up to where his hard length was.

"Feel~" he commanded, without hesitation, you began to move your hand slowly up and down his hard length. This made him moan next to your ear. You then gave his cock a light squeeze, making him slightly jump by the feeling of you squeezing him. "Fuck sweetheart!~" he growled animalistic, grabbing your small face with his large hand and smashed your lips together. Proceeded to a heated make out session. The kiss was messy and sloppy, teeth, lots of tongue and force was used. It made you even more excited.

You continued to kiss him desperately, trying to get every taste of his huge mouth with your small tongue. He then pulled away from you, both trying to catch your breath from the kiss, but before you could go back into kissing him, you were stopped by Miles. You let out a small whine of annoyance. "Hold your horses sweetheart" he said, making you look at him, your child was still held by his hand. "I need your help with a little something~" he purred with a grin. You looked down, seen his erect cock was sprung out free, the sight of his veiny and blue, huge monster cock made your mouth water. He was huge.

"You like that don't you?" he asked teasingly. You could only nod, lost by words. "It ain't going to suck it self sweetheart~" he said, before you could get on your knees. He stopped you again. "Come on sweetheart, let me have a peak of you, it's only fair" he said with a smirk. Did he want you to get naked? You felt a bit self-conscious, but you went for it. You began to remove your nurse uniform. You started off by removing your shirt, then your pants, and lastly your undergarments. You stood completely nude.

"That's more like it" he said, then he got you to get on your knees, in front of him. His cock was right in front of your face. "This your first time or something?" he asked while looking down at you. "N-no, it's just... been a while" you admitted, making Miles chuckle. "It's alright, I don't mind teaching you again." He said, then he loved his leg under between your legs, having you press your wet pussy against his cloth covered leg. Having you let out a soft moan. He grabbed onto your chin again, he then spat on his hand and stroked that hand on his cock. "Open wide sweetheart~" he said, as soon as your mouth opened wide, he gently shoved his cock into your mouth.

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling his cock stretch out your mouth. You could taste both his spit and precum on your tongue. Miles groaned at the feeling of your tight throat around his cock. You stayed still, feeling your eyes water and yourself gag by the feelin of his tip hitting the back of your throat. "Just breath through your nose" he said while getting a fist full of your hair. You taken a breath through your nose. "You alright?" he asked, seen that you were quiet. You nodded as you slowly open your eyes, seen how his yellow eyes were dilated widely and a purple blush on his face.

"Move your head up and down slowly, whenever you're ready sweet heart" he said, in a breathy tone. You took one final breath again and you began to move your head up and down. Miles gripped tightly onto your hair as you did so. You also couldn't help but grind onto his leg, slowly. You loved the feeling of your pussy rubbing onto his leg while his cock was in your mouth. Was this some kind of dream?

As you continued to move your head up and down his length, you began to make yourself drool, to lubricate his cock as you sucked onto him. "Fuck!~" Miles let out a loud moan, it echoed in the empty walls of the white room. He hasn't had this kind of pleasure in years, he'd often fuck onto his fist just thinking about you, but this time. It was real. He gripped onto your hair tightly and he pulled his saliva covered cock from your mouth, causing you to let out a small gasp and a cough. A string of saliva was connected to your lip and his twitching cock, you also had some drool running down your chin and naked chest. "You alright?" he asked, making you nod rapidly. "Yes!" you responded.

"Good, because we're not done yet" he said, without a warning, he shoved his cock back into your mouth. You couldn't help but gasp when he did so, then he proceeded to fuck onto your mouth, just like he'd fuck into his fist. You gripped tightly onto his pants while he continued to fuck your mouth. Every now and then you'd gag by the feeling of his tip hitting the back of her throat. You rolled your eyes back by the lovely feeling of his cock thrusting in your mouth. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" he asked all cocky as he watched your face change and also feeling how you'd press your wet coated pussy down on him.

Miles gripped onto your hair tightly, feeling his cock get wetter by your own saliva and he was really close to his release. "Fuck! You're my good girl, aren't you?" he growled while looking at you. Seen how your eyes continued to water and how more drool went down your chin, he also loved how you were chocking on his length. A few more thrusts then he finally had cummed in your mouth. You felt his salty white cum down your throat and some on your tongue. He then pulled away from your mouth, to get a good look at you.

He grabbed you by the chin and lifted it so that you can look at him. "Let me see, open that pretty mouth of your~" he purred, you followed orders and opened your mouth, showing him the remaining cum on your tongue. He then looked over and saw the small glass tube on the near by desk, he got an idea. With his long arms, he reached over and grabbed the tube, bringing it up to your parted lips. "Spit whatever's o your tongue in here" he ordered. You looked down, seen the tube close to your mouth, then you proceeded to spit out whatever cum that was mixed with your spit in the tube. "Good girl" he praised, leaning down to give your head a small kiss. Then he looked down at his leg, seen that you were still rubbing against him and he also felt the mess you had made on his pant leg. "Hm.. it's only fair that I return the favor, you were good to me after all" he said with a smirk, clearly he was done yet.

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[blubushie]

good morning blu!!! you know a whole lot about everything so do you have any mistakes that people make in medicine in like media and stuff??? -leafanon

G'day leafanon, and yes I do!

WARNING: DISCUSSION OF GORE AND MEDICAL GORE INBOUND. ALSO INCLUDES PICTURES OF BLOOD IN SYRINGES.

DEAR AUTHORS/ARTISTS/ANIMATORS

GUNSHOT WOUNDS (GSW) ARE NOT INSTANT KILLS. No, not even if you're shot in the chest. Unless that round completely obliterates the spinal cord (unlikely as it's very small and hard to hit) your victim is going to stay alive and conscious anywhere from half a minute (direct shot to the heart) to an hour or longer (shallow wound to the lung). KNOW YOUR ANATOMY AND DO RESEARCH ON GSWs TO THAT ANATOMY. KNOW WHAT THAT ROUND PENETRATES, WATCH VIDEOS ON HOW MUCH DAMAGE THAT ROUND DOES TO BALLISTIC DUMMIES, AND HOW PENETRATION AFFECTS THE BODY.

YOUR CHARACTER WILL NOT SHRUG OFF A GUTSHOT. Gutshots absolutely suck and are fatal when left untreated. A shot to the pelvis will buckle you--you will not take a shot to the pelvis and stay standing. A gutshot will usually kill within 12 hours, but sometimes it may take days depending on what was hit, where, and how deeply the bullet penetrated. Also on that note, A GUTSHOT FUCKING HURTS AND IS ARGUABLY THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY TO DIE BY BULLET. If it rips through your stomach you're going to die within a few hours as your stomach acid will gradually eat through your internal organs and burn them. It'll feel like a fire from the inside-out. This, coupled with heightened emotions due to adrenaline, will break even the most stoic character. If the bullet pierces the intestine the wound like leak faeces into your abdominal cavity. You will know this has happened by the smell alone.

Also on that note: WHILE A GUTSHOT WILL KILL YOU, A GUTSTAB PROBABLY WON'T. Knives move a lot slower than bullets and have much less kinetic energy on impact. When you're stabbed in the stomach with a knife it's actually pretty rare for the blade to perforate your bowels, as usually the bowels will move aside as the knife passes through. The most dangerous part of a gutstab is removing the knife, the subsequent bleeding, and the risk of infection by foreign bacteria entering the wound (either from the knife itself or just entering the open wound from the surrounding environment).

WHEN SOMEONE IS SHOT IN THE HEAD THEY DO NOT JUST DROP. They fall and extend their limbs, arch their neck back, go slack-jawed, tip their toes down, and they will start twitching. Depending on where they were shot, they may exhibit decorticate posturing indicative of brain damage (even though they're most definitely dead once the bullet pierces their skull). The bottom posture with the wrists curled is most common. If someone was running when they were shot, they will fall and their legs will continue kicking for a few seconds before their body exhibits decorticate posturing. They will release this ungodly sigh that will haunt any character who's never heard that sound before.

Also on that note: YOU CAN STOP INVOLUNTARY MUSCLE SPASMS BY HITTING THE CORRECT PART OF THE BRAIN. Make a T-shape from the outside of your left eye socket to your right, and then down the bridge of your nose to your upper lip. That's the T-zone, which is what police and military snipers aim for in hostage situations. A headshot causes involuntary muscle spasms and when your target has a firearm or knife on someone, that could mean they hurt the hostage by a simple twitch of their arm or trigger finger. A shot to the T-zone causes flaccid paralysis as a result of taking out the medulla oblongata, an organ what connects the brain to the spinal cord, and renders the body completely paralysed. The target will drop and will not experience spasms or decorticate posturing. Snipers call this an apricot, named for the shape of the medulla, and IT IS AN INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT SHOT TO MAKE. I can shoot kangaroos at 1200yd but I've never gotten an apricot.

A DEFIBRILLATOR WILL NOT RESTART A STOPPED HEART. Nothing but a fuckton of epinephrine, a fuckton more chest compressions, and a metric fuckton of luck will restart a stopped heart. Defibrillators are for correcting or preventing an arrhythmia, which is an abnormal heartbeat (too slow, too fact, skipping beats, etc). IT WILL NOT RESTART A HEART IN ASYSTOLE. In fact, defibrillators work by actually forcibly stopped the heart so that when it resumes beating, it does so on a normal rhythm.

DO NOT MOVE WITH AN ARROW WOUND. You have a razor blade on a stick in your body and the more you move, the more you're ripping yourself apart. Your character is not going to be walking around with ten arrows in them as that amount of pain is crippling, not unless they have a constant IV supply of Enough Morphine To Kill An Elephant.

DO NOT HAVE YOUR CHARACTER REMOVE A KNIFE UNLESS THEY'RE PREPARED FOR MASSIVE BLEEDING. When you're stabbed, the muscles clamp down around the knife and the blade acts as a "plug" that seals the wound shut. Stab wounds with the weapon intact will often have very little if any bleeding. THAT WILL CHANGE ONCE YOU PULL OUT THE WEAPON.

FOR ARTISTS AND ANIMATORS: RECOGNISE WHAT KIND OF BLOOD YOUR CHARACTER IS SHEDDING. Superficial blood from a flesh wound is dark. After a few minutes, blood starts coagulating and turning a dark maroon colour. YOU WILL NOT SEE BRIGHT RED BLOOD IN THE ENVIRONMENT UNLESS SOMEONE IS ACTIVELY BLEEDING. If your character has been shot in the heart, lung, or artery, THEY WILL BLEED ARTERIAL BLOOD. Arterial blood is bright red due to being freshly-oxygenated to the point that it almost appears pink. The two syringes on the right have deoxygenated venous blood that was travelling back to the heart when it was drawn. The three syringes on the right have freshly-oxygenated arterial blood.

IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN SHOT/STABBED IN THE CHEST AND THE OTHER CHARACTERS DON'T KNOW WHAT WAS HIT, CHECK THE BULLET WOUND. LUNG SHOTS WILL BUBBLE.

THINGS VOID THEIR BOWELS WHEN THEY DIE. You'll know when something's dead by the smell.

CRUSHING INJURIES TO THE EXTREMITIES CAN KILL. When someone is pinned under rubble by a limb, that limb can form blood clots. Once the person is freed, those clots can loosen and then travel through the arteries until it clogs one (arterial thrombosis). The primary concern in victims of crush injuries after they're freed is strokes. The second killer is traumatic rhabdomyolysis, or muscle breakdown. This releases toxic muscle components into the circulatory system that can poison the body. This poisoning is called crush syndrome.

A MODERN ECG DOES NOT "BEEEEEEP" WHEN A HEART GOES INTO ASYSTOLE (FLATLINE. IT WILL ANNOUNCE. ECGs made before 2000 typically had a continuous beep to announce a disconnect from the heart (either the patient is in asystole or the ECG's lead detached from the skin or the machine itself). ECGs made after 2005 will say something along the lines of "check patient/no pulse detected" on repeat. If your scene occurs somewhere between 2000 and 2005 when announcing ECGs were being implemented then what you choose is your discretion.

STOP HAVING YOUR CHARACTER CAUTERISE WOUNDS THAT DON'T NEED IT. Cauterisation is a last-ditch, life-or-death treatment. It burns the wound (obviously) and leaves you incredibly prone to infection in that wound. IT IS NOT A TREATMENT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY. I know that having some badass Rambo type dump gunpowder into a wound and light it up with a match is really cool but it's a terrible idea and does far more damage than what it's supposed to fix.

Most of you are probably already aware of this but IT IS LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO SUCK VENOM OUT OF A BITE. It's injected and immediately disperses into the tissue around it. You can't suck venom out of a bite wound. If you want to help a snakebite victim, keep the bite wound below the heart so that gravity helps with keeping the venom localised to the wound. Apply a cool compress. Get a marker and make a ring around the bite mark so you can track inflammation and redness. Every hour after the bite, apply another ring along the edge of the redness. Get the victim to the hospital ASAP. Also, it's antivenin, not antivenom. Professionals say antivenin.

If I think of anything else I'll add it later.

As always, if you have questions or something feel free to send me an ask!

[macabreblublu]

I see that there’s a criminal lack of the Sinclair Twins being Brothers ™ so here I am to provide✨✨

Assume that all of Vinny’s dialogues are in ASL

Part 2 here

[sparksinger]

had to share this fluffy moment

so i am writing atonement's hope (slowly and painfully i might add) and i have just written a really sickly sweet fluffy scene which i feel encapsulates why i called this series 'love just is.'

His other hand moved up so that he was framing her face between them, gazing at her with a reverence that made her throat ache.  “Cordelia,” he began, his deep baritone a low rumble in her ears.  “My love…it is not something that is earned or bargained for.  It simply is, just as the stars light the night sky, just as the earth cradles the ocean.  You, my little one, have become the most precious person in my long, long existence.  You do not ‘deserve’ my love because of any act or deed.  You have it simply because you are you.  My love for you…simply just is.  Nothing more, nothing less.” 

-- something i'm working on

[sluckythewizard]

GET BACK ON THE OPERATING TABLE, SIRE BOY! YOU DIE WHEN WE LET YOU! EVEN AS WE SPEAK WE'RE SYNTHESIZING BLOOD AND ORGANS, SYNTHESIZING HEART AND SOUL.FACES R HARD TO RECONSTRUCT. MAYBE A COOL ROBOT VISOR? SEE YOU SOON.

[averageludwig]

TF2 VAMP AU LORE ???? WHERE CAN I FIND IT ?? I NEED IT NOW .

hi I’m very normal about the au and your work I promise (lore drop pretty please??)

Hiii.... Thats me (I got this super late last night and got really nervous and happy and didnt reply sorry woops).... Its not a huge thing, at least not yet, Its a work in progress But I can tell you what I have currently :3

Basically, The Vampire Mercs (RED) (Demo, Medic, Sniper and Spy) aren't mercs but are working different Night jobs. So Demo owns a Tavern (still a demoman, just on the side), Medic is a nurse, Spy is, well, a Spy and Snipers a hitman. They all use their jobs in different ways to get blood !

Medics been a vampire for the longest, He somewhat turned himself by experimenting with vampire dna and he is a few hundred years old.

Spy is the second oldest, naturally Half a vampire, he is still immortal, can turn into a bat and suck blood for strength but physically ages a little faster. Made him a very good spy throughout the years.

Sniper is the third oldest. He was a Monster hunter who travelled around trying to get Medic but ended up dying in the chase, which made Medic bring him back and subsequently turning him into a vampire (He thinks they are friends :]) Snipers fine with it (new powers and such plus loving the taste of blood) but not too keen on the immortal part.

Demos the youngest one, He's been turned recently aftering being offered to get his eye curse reversed by Medic. But the only way to reverse, WITHOUT turning his eye into a monster every Halloween, was to turn him completely into one, a vampire. He still doesn't have his eye but he doesnt have to worry about the curse or going completely blind by his 40s.

This is already alot but I am gonna keep the rest of the guys brief. The rest of the mercs (BLU) (Heavy, Pyro, Engineer, Scout and Soldier) are all workers at a church which suspects vampire activity around the town (RED fucking with them for funsies lol) but it slowly spirals into them practically being friends and more. Engineer, Heavy and Soldier are all Priests whilst Pyro is a Youth pastor and Scout is just a volunteer (his mom dragged him there). The other mercs from from red team are also human but are minor characters (Like Red Soldier and Zhanna are a married couple next door lol) There is alot of pairs which WILL change over time, depending on what I like currently, But the current ones are DemoSolly, Spoovy, Science party and Flash fire + sniper (no idea what ship name for them is !!). And Also Yes, Blu Scout is a quarter vampire. He only gets some powers like speed and living a little longer, but doesn't need blood. OKAY THATS ALL IF YOU WANT ANY MORE YOU CAN ASK ANYTIME !!!

[bluishfrog]

100k money prize frm where 👀

Summary: why it's stupid to say that Sapnap shouldn't play with a competitive mindset just cause he doesn't need the prize money.

Okay, so the twitch rivals tournament has a prize pool of 100K. Not all of it goes to the winner, but someone said it's around 70K for first prize and then some smaller amounts for second prize and so on.

Now, there have been some people saying that Sapnap shouldn't win because he doesn't need the money and doesn't deserve it.

Which... yeah, he doesn't need it (and he very much knows that and even explicitly acknowledged that on stream) but it's a tournament, it's not about distributing money to those who need it. (And who would even decide what qualifies as needing money? How would you do that? Would you have everyone submit their income documents and then calculate a cut-off or what?)

So if the purpose of prize money isn't need, what is it then?

An inventive to play as well as you can. To take the game as seriously as possible, despite it being "just a game" (more thoughts on "just a game"). Because a tournament where players aren't all in - for whatever reason - is just not fun to watch at all.

We want players to want to win. We want them to put their all into it. How boring would it be if you were watching a 100m race, but every time the runners stop right before the finish line and start "after you"-ing each other.

Now why is Sapnap's competitiveness different from some other examples we have seen recently?

Unless provoked, he keeps it inside the game. Yes, he is competitive as fuck, and you could definitely argue that he takes it a bit too far at times, but generally his competitiveness and aggressive attitude are contained within the game. Which is a legitimate player characteristic. Nearly every game set up accounts for the archetype of the aggressive player. Everyone can decide for themselves if they vibe with that or not.

And in the end, money or no money, the purpose of a tournament like twitch rivals like this is to entertain (more thoughts on that too). And whether you like Sapnap or not, you have to admit, his antics are quite entertaining.

[blusandbirds]

the worms and me

ao3 link

Summary:

In third period biology, they learned about the food chain. Mrs. Johnson made everybody create diagrams, color them in like they’re kindergartners. Billy drew thick, wobbly lines connecting the consumers to the decomposers to the producers. Eventually, everybody’s plant food. Billy was almost plant food. He wonders if he’d grow a Tree of Life or a weed.

process behind posting this culminating in just "fuck it we ball" so have this super late post fotg oneshot

[wexhappyxfew]

hi shannon! i saw you were taking prompts and i knew i HAD to ask for bessie! can i ask for "i wouldn't miss it for anything" from the random dialouge prompts for her? excited to see what you come up with!

HEY BLU!!!! thanks so much for stopping by! :) let's just say i had a LOT of fun with this prompt and got to play with a few OCs i haven't introduced in writing yet - so, please enjoy our resident navigator of Silver Bullets, bessie carlisle, with judy rybinski and a guest appearance from marianne salinger! please enjoy and thank you again!

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"Has Tommy written you?" Judy asked quietly from beside her against one of the walls inside the flying club, nudging her shoulder with that small smile of hers, "Any news from the Pacific?" Bessie grinned and pulled the letter from her pocket.

"That and some newspaper cutouts of the 100th that he's been seeing," Bessie said pushing some hair behind her ears, "a real sweetheart, truly, my Tommy." Judy giggled and looked through the cutouts and glanced at Bessie.

"He popped the question yet?" Bessie glanced at Judy before smiling slightly and crossing her arms.

"He's hinted….through his letters. When I see you again…..my Ma's house….back porch looks beautiful in the summer….I'll get you flowers the second we're home and a nice dinner….Mr. Thomas McKenzie isn't smooth when it comes to covering up his intentions in the sweetest way possible." Bessie said with a chuckle and Judy giggled again.

"Please tell me I can attend the wedding." Judy said, gripping Bessie's arm gently with a soft squeeze, "I'll make my Mom's lemon and blueberry scones for the bridal shower."

"Awe, Judy," Bessie said with a grin, "of course you'd be there, dressed in a beautiful blue dress no doubt. One that matches your eyes. All the girls." Judy grinned - she always looked happiest with the women of Silver Bullets. Her smile looked best glazed on her face with joy.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, you know that." Judy said, looping an arm through Bessie's, "And you two are going to have a wonderful family, and a cute little home, and you'll be the best geography teacher Queens has ever seen."

"Thanks, Judy." Bessie whispered and Judy watched her, genuinely and deeply, her eyes peaking out from behind her long eyelashes and bright, blue eyes.

Judy, young as she was, was by far one of the most genuine people one would ever meet. Attentive, kind, considerate, as well as someone with incredibly good aim (but you wouldn't guess that about her from first meeting), Judy was like Bessie's little sister in some ways. An incredibly good friend, listener, and tagged along with every opportunity - beers, darts, dancing - she was there.

"Good evening, ladies," both Bessie and Judy looked up and over and found the newest replacement pilot - Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal - stood there, perfectly gelled and curled hair, a soft look in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, and his peak cap tucked under his arm, "I don't mean to interrupt." Bessie watched the Lieutenant; she'd never spoken to him, but Annie had come back from a meeting with Operations, mentioning that she'd had a run-in with a new Lieutenant, Robert Rosenthal, and that he'd been real sweet, a calm presence, and had flown B-17s in Texas in his skivvies. Bessie smiled. Quite the combination.

"Not at all," Bessie said, with a wide smile growing on her face, "what can we do for you?" Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and stuck out a hand.

"Robert Rosenthal, I just wanted to introduce myself to all the women a part of Silver Bullets," he said, and Bessie shook his hand firmly, "I met Lieutenant Bradshaw and she advised for it and said you'd all be here, and I wanted to follow through with that."

"Bessie Carlisle, I'm the navigator." she said, before glancing at Judy and almost chuckling at her face. Judy - sweet, innocent, Judy Rybinski, was stood, bright-red in the face, a nervous smile on her lips, watching Lieutenant Rosenthal, staring up at him like she suddenly didn't know how to speak. Bessie nudged her ribs.

"Judy Rybinski, sir," Judy said, sticking out a hand, "turret-ball gunner. Pleasure to meet you." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal shake her hand, a small smile on his face as he nodded, before readjusting his gaze to the two of them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both," he said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw discussed with me the previous happenings of Silver Bullets and her position as well….I'm sorry about Captain Faulkner." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal, feeling Judy's tightening grip on her arm an evident signal that Judy's emotions about Captain Faulkner were still as prominent as the day it had happened.

The day Francis had called over the comms that Birdie had died on impact, that she, Francis herself, was taking control of the fort, that she was going to make sure they'd make it all back, safely. Bessie remembered Judy coming up and out of the ball turret, eyes red, stumbling as she tried to control herself, curled up in her cot thereafter, struggling to get out of bed. It was their first real loss and ultimately the most devastating. It wasn't like they'd gone down and she was MIA; she was gone, she was dead.

"She was one of the best pilots I'd ever met," Bessie said, "thank you though, Lieutenant Rosenthal." Lieutenant Rosenthal nodded and then looked towards Judy. Bessie took a willing glance at Judy and saw her, a few drips of tears in her eyes being fought back in her vision and she nodded.

"Yes, sir, one of the best," Judy offered.

"I'm sorry," Lieutenant Rosenthal said quickly, "I didn't mean to upset you both, just that I recognize how important she was to the 100th-"

"No, no," Bessie said quickly, placing a hand on his arm and shaking her head, "not at all, she was the best, but really, don't worry, it's okay." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and then glanced towards Judy again.

"Can I buy you both something?" he asked them. Bessie knew Judy had a nearly entirely filled beer in her hand and that Bessie's was almost out, so she cleared her throat and nodded.

"Yeah, Judy here could use a refill, I'm pretty filled though still with my beer, thank you though, Lieutenant." she said with a nod and glanced at Judy who was staring at Bessie with wide eyes.

"Let me get you something," Lieutenant Rosenthal said to Judy and Bessie watched as Judy swallowed and stood up a bit straighter and nodded.

"Thank you, sir, I'd appreciate it." Judy said, nervously tucking her dark brown strands of hair behind her ears that had fallen from her curls, "You really don't have to though, sir, I was thinking of taking the rest of the night in." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled - he had an incredibly nice smile - and glanced back at the bar and then back towards Judy.

"You sure?" he asked her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Judy watched him for a moment before a nervous smile grew on her face.

"Maybe just one drink then, sir," she said, her cheeks glowing red, before glancing towards Bessie, "I'll be back in a bit, Bes, don't wait up for me." Bessie grinned and watched as Judy stepped forward and waded beside Lieutenant Rosenthal towards the other part of the bar, a smile riding on her face, far and wide. Bessie couldn't remember the last time Judy had let herself as loose as she seemed to be tonight. She deserved to relax a bit, especially with how the last few months had been for her.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Carlisle," Lieutenant Rosenthal said with a wave over his shoulder and Judy shot her a grin. Bessie nodded with a smile.

"Who's that?" a voice asked, appearing beside Bessie in record fashion - she glanced over and found Marianne Salinger, resident tail gunner of Silver Bullets, with her orange cat, Frank, curled in her arms, a slight smile dancing on her face as she watched Judy stand at the bar next to Lieutenant Rosenthal, the widest smile spread on her cheeks.

"Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal, you heard anything about him?" Bessie asked her. Marianne shrugged her shoulders and glanced towards Bessie.

"Flew planes in skivvies, that's about it. Likes Artie Shaw, taps his fingers a lot." Marianne said quietly, ever-observant as she was, "Seems like a nice crew, don't know much else though." Bessie smirked and glanced over back towards Judy and found her rather excitedly talking to Lieutenant Rosenthal - Judy was very enthusiastic about a select few things and that usually involved intense hand-waving and apt descriptions and Bessie could tell the girl was in her element. And Lieutenant Rosenthal, ever the enthralled and attentive person he appeared to be, was listening intently and deeply, his eyes seemingly refusing to leave her face.

"Judy looks happy and I think that's all that matters," Marianne said with a smile, lifting up the fat, orange cat, "and we'll let Frank here get the final word, but at the minute, if she's happy, I'm happy." Bessie reached forward and scratched behind Frank's ears, the cat purring slightly and the touch before she noticed the slight tear in his ear.

"What happened to Frank here?" Bessie asked and Marianne rolled her eyes and glanced towards where DeMarco was with Meatball.

"Meatball was bothering Frank, and so Frank, as he should, not putting up with his bullshit, fought back and well, his poor little ear got the brunt of it," Marianne said, "I was up Benny's ass about letting Meatball all about - you know it killed one of the neighbors' chickens? I told Benny to get a grip on his dog or else there'd be issues." Bessie let out a laugh and shook her head and Marianne sighed.

"Major Cleven had to go pay the poor son-of-a-bitch because Meatball killed the thing," Marianne grumbled, "I mean, Frank's one of the most chaotic cats I've ever gotten the pleasure of holding, but he's not going around doing that. He's just crazy when he wants, but I control him."

"You're too funny, Mar," Bessie said and watched as Marianne smirked and shook her head, "so, you want to introduce yourself to Lieutenant Rosenthal, get the pleasantries out of the way with Frank?" Marianne smirked and glanced towards the Lieutenant and Judy, before glancing at Bessie.

"Let's wait until Judy has come down for air first," Marianne said, "she's having fun. Frank can sniff him out later."

"Sounds like a plan," Bessie said.

And to top off the night - Frank really loved Lieutenant Rosenthal.