#formal introduction

[sewersammy]

ok i guess im supposed to make this idfk

>>sam, sammy, dylan, pinchi, or any nicknames work

>> he/they pronouns please :)

>>proud trans guy !!

>>i listen to a lot of nerdcore (mostly jt music, cg5, longestsoloever, and rustage)

>>i also like hamilton and the greatest showman

>> i have sold my soul to brendon urie

>>my favorite shows are gravity falls, austin & ally, ducktales, the inbestigators, project umove, the pitt, and the genesis index

>>comfort people: cg5, the jt music guys, ryth, lin manuel miranda, noahfinnce, alex hirsch, moriah elizabeth, rustage

>>comfort characters: cookie monster, kermit, dipper pines, hooty, austin moon, ezra banks, cheese sandwich, schwoz, chapa, gangle, elmo, crash, trinity santos

>>i like making art a lot ((i do art commissions with my friend https://thegoofyartists.straw.page))

>>i’m a minor

>>hobbies include being a furry, having no life, art, and building lego sets (GOD i love building lego sets)

>>trying to learn how to use openutau and failing miserably. if you see this and know how to use it dm me on discord and save my ass 🙏

[callofdutydecor]

Meaningful masterlists!!

Part 0-Before

Part0.2-Before

There are more parts coming!!

Here are my rules!

Here are my boundaries!

Here are my requests!

Here is how I view my y/n!

Here is what I have to say about ageless and blank blogs!

Appreciation part 1!

Here's what I have to say about icky people!

Here is my brand new A03 account!

Here is my chapter title ideas!

Just a reminder!

Here are my tags!

[themoon4u]

Hi, my name is Atlas (pseudonym)!! Although this is a new account I am not new to LOAblr or Shiftblr.

I’ve manifested some things before for funsies, BUT I will probably manifest some larger things soon!

[puppychar]

Greetings! I go by Char/Prince Char (puppy if we're close~) and this is my nsft blog for accumulating various kink posts of interest! Sometimes will post personal stuff under the #prince barks tag! Other personalized tags will be developed!

Kingdom Code of Conduct (Rules)

ANYONE without an age listed/under 18 will be blocked! Please be mindful of who and what you follow! Still figuring out general DNI's but please be respectful in interacting!

His Royal Preferences (Info/Kinks)

trans masc sub/bottom leaning switch

puppyplay

royalty kink (in progress)

praise/validation

degradation/humiliation/teasing (mild)

edging/overstim

FTM transition kink (gender AFFIRMING)

masochism Lite TM

(Subject to change on a whim)

[lazylittledragon]

👀

what is baby dekarios' name?? i love them so much already

[sevinite]

dorian art dump (i really like him)

[inafieldofdaisies]

High Potential (2024—) | Season 1, Episode 11 "The Sauna at the End of the Stairs"

“Hi. I'm Morgan, I'm the consultant. This is Ida Perp. She's faking this, so he'll carry her.”

[hold-him-down]

For the five-sentence fics:

"Tell me what happened again."

from this ask game

tw: institutionalized slavery, light med whump

✥ ✥ ✥

“Can you tell me what happened again?” Lincoln implores, hoping the fourth time through, he might be able to poke some holes in James’s story. He keeps a thumb hooked under the ex-worker’s chin, tilting it up to slow the stream of blood that drips down. “And please, be as elaborate as you can.”

James, typically one of the gentler residents, caught him off guard when he stumbled into his office ten minutes earlier. I fell, he said, not once or twice, but three times so far. This time, he clenches his teeth, offering no further explanation. Lincoln’s quite sure that it’s broken, but applies gentle pressure along the bridge, which is immediately met with a hiss of pain. 

“James,” Lincoln says, more serious now. “It’s broken.” He takes a step back, regarding the boy. “I need you to tell me what happened.” He knows his tone is unfair, that the boys all react a specific way when he gets a little more heavy-handed in his demands of them, but this wasn’t a fall, and if there’s a problem, it’ll be best for everyone if he gets ahead of it.

“It was an accident,” James says lamely, taking the ice pack that Lincoln holds out in offering. “I got too close to him; I knew I shouldn’t.”

“River?” Lincoln guesses. 

“I don’t–” James’s voice tightens, a new layer of emotion coloring his features. “I don’t want to make a report,” he says. “I don’t think he should be–” He takes a breath. “Please–” He casts his gaze down to the floor, and Lincoln is immediately prepared for what he’s about to say next. “Please don’t punish him for this.”

[peepoo79]

American Physician

Ch. 1–Student

AN— hi guys I’ve never written a fic before so hopefully this doesn’t suck too badly. If Bateman is horribly out of character…oops <3 anyway without further ado, here’s the hospital AU fic as promised :D

TW: dead dove do not eat—this fic will likely get pretty dark given the source material it’s based on. Will include medical malpractice/abuse, abuse of power, Bateman being himself in the worst way, etc.

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It’s 6:42 AM. Seated next to me are two of my colleagues, Dr. Timothy Price—cardiothoracic surgeon, Harvard medical school alum, and my former roommate—and Dr. David Van Patten, an orthopedic surgeon who I think graduated from Columbia. The cab is cramped and smells like stale cigarettes. Typically, I’d avoid taking a cab and would opt for a private chauffeur, but my usual guy is visiting family in Nicaragua or Venezuela or some other country like that. I stare vacantly out the window as Price and Van Patten hold an overly loud, meaningless conversation. I’m hungover today, which while not out of the ordinary is still uncomfortable and leaves me feeling particularly on edge.

“Bateman, are you listening?” Price says, interrupting my train of thought.

“No, Price, I obviously was not.” I answer flatly, my attention focused on the gathering of bums —5, maybe 6 of them huddled around a fire—that we pass at the corner of 17th street and 7th Avenue.

“Whatever. I need you to settle something for us, yeah? Van Patten over here thinks that prescribing high-dose ibuprofen for post-op inflammation reduction is preferable, hell, more correct than prescribing naproxen. It’s like, basic knowledge that you prescribe ibuprofen.”

I roll my eyes.

“It’s the same shit, Price. They do the same thing.” I turn to face the two of them. For a moment, I almost wonder if I heard him correctly. What a stupid fucking question.

“They’re both NSAIDs. They do the exact same fucking thing.” I find myself practically hissing this at the two of them. “Both drugs reduce inflammation by inhibiting COX enzymes, preventing the production of prostaglandins, therefore preventing the inflammatory response from occurring.”

Price snickers.

“Woah-ho, relax. We were just fucking with you. Chill out,” He says, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Irritated, I turn back towards the window. I’ve got a relatively slow day ahead of me, no actual surgical procedures scheduled, only consultations. My least favorite part of this fucking job. I pull a bottle of Xanax from my pocket and take two, choking the pills down dry.

***

I arrive at my office at 7:00am. I’m listening to Songs from the Big Chair—a remarkable album by Tears for Fears—on my Sony Walkman when I get a knock on my door. I begrudgingly open the door to find Jean, the head of nurses on the unit, standing in front of me.

“Dr. Bateman? There’s a student from Columbia who says she’s scheduled to shadow you today,” She says as if it’s a question rather than a statement.

“A…student?” I repeat incredulously. “You’re mistaken. I never approved any request regarding a student shadowing. Tell her to leave.”

“Patrick, she’s already here, just…give her a chance—“ I quickly cut her off.

“No. Tell. Her. To. Leave.”

I turn to walk back to my desk, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. The last thing I want to deal with today is a goddamn pre-med following me around like a lost puppy. I turn back to Jean, who’s still standing lamely at the door.

“Oh, and Jean? Be a doll and run down to the pharmacy and pick me up some Advil, my head is fucking pounding.”

“Yes sir,” she says with what seems like an exasperated sigh as she closes the door. A few moments later, I hear another knock.

“Christ, what now…” I murmur to no one in particular as I make my way to the door. It’s too soon for Jean to be back; chances are it’s Price or some nurse or maybe even Evelyn coming to pester me, but to my surprise, it’s a girl I don’t recognize. She’s okay looking, in her early twenties, and has fried, clearly unprofessionally dyed blonde hair.

“Can I help you?” I finally ask, not bothering to mask my annoyance.

“You’re Dr. Bateman, right?” She asks. Her voice is slightly low for a woman and a bit raspy, possibly from smoking.

“No. He’s uh, not here.” I begin to shut the door when she steps in the way. I scowl at her.

“You’re lying, I can see your name on your badge.”

“You need to get your eyes checked then. Leave before I call security.”

Before I can slam the door on her she thrusts a document towards me. I snatch it from her and glance at it…something something, approval to shadow…something something…approval signed by….me. Fuck.

“Where did you get this?” I hold the paper up in front of her like it’s a piece of spoiled meat.

“From the dean, he met with you like, last week. You agreed to let me shadow, it says it on the paper.” She punctuates this by pointing a thin finger at my signature at the bottom of the sheet.

I wrack my brain trying to remember ever having lunch with the dean of whatever the fuck from Columbia. I sigh.

“Right…right…the uh, dean. I remember now,” I lie.

“So I can shadow you today, then?” She asks eagerly. I pause. Regardless of the paper that I may or may not have signed, I had no intentions of allowing a student to follow me around today. But, she’s…okay looking, and blonde….and probably naive and possibly single. There's a potential for entertainment.

“Fine. Just…stay out of the way.“ I agree. She seems relieved, although it’s almost certainly misplaced. She extends her hand towards me, but I make no move to return the handshake.

“I’m Tiffany, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask.”

She shrugs. This annoys me immensely, but I choose to say nothing. Instead, I silently sit back at my desk and begin to half-assedly read through patient files. The girl—Tiffany—flops onto my couch and pulls out a stick of gum. She unwraps it, pops it into her mouth and begins chewing it loudly. For a few seconds, I tolerate it, but I quickly become annoyed and stand up from my desk and approach her, looming over the couch.

“Spit that out. Right now.”

She glares at me and continues chewing.

“No. It’s a free country, I can chew gum.”

I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to bash her skull into the wall behind my couch. I inhale deeply and manage to momentarily steady myself. I crouch down to her level and get close enough that I am surely invading her personal space.

“Listen to me. While you are here in my office, on my unit, you do what I say. Otherwise, you can forget about getting any letters of recommendations from me. Hell, I can make sure you can’t get into any reputable medical school in the country. Understand?”

She stares at me for a moment, then huffs and gets up and walks to the trash can, spitting out her gum. I give her a terse, fake smile in response. I look down at my watch—I’ve got a consult in 5 minutes. I grab my white coat off the hook on my office door and then my stethoscope from my desk, draping it around my neck. I turn and face Tiffany.

“We’re going to room 3 for a patient consult. I expect you to stay out of the way and keep your mouth shut until after it’s done. Understand?”

She nods silently.

“Good. Follow me.”

[spork-supremacy]

’tis late but I can’t stop randomly thinking about how in the Batman comics they chose to do a fast forward/alt timeline thing, idk, with Damian as Batman (who’s first ever introduction was son of the demon, mind you), during issue #666

This was intentional right? It better be intentional because I could never believe that was a coincidence. Especially because it was a one off.

[usopp-art-collab]

Calling all long-nose lovers & sogeking afficionados!!

Inspired by the @sanjiartcollab is the officially unofficial Usopp Art Collab!! Coming Feb 2026!!

While we wait, please check out the @opcollabtracker for lots of other ongoing and upcoming collab events!! As well as this year's Usopp Week!

[problematicsashawaybright]

Can you imagine witnessing your dad's biblically horrific violent death as a child with your brother and everyone thinks it's a tragic accident and your mother, who you were never really that close to before his death, gets irrationally angry at you whenever you try to talk about your father or the impossible circumstances around his death and tells you you're crazy and a pathological liar who can't be trusted, and your brother is so traumatized from also witnessing his death that he sides with your mother and lies to your face and also calls you crazy and a liar and turns a blind eye to your mother's increasingly severe paranoia induced abuse and manipulation, so you run away from home with your girlfriend who's a lot older than you when you're 15 and have no contact with your mom or brother, and then years later you find out your girlfriend, who's been a jerk this whole time, is leaving you for someone else and is taking the cat you adopted together, and while you're trying to get your fucking cat back, your brother breaks years of no contact to tell you that he's married, him and his wife are expecting a baby, and also now your mom just fucking died so you need to come back to your small town to help plan her funeral and sell her giant house full of secrets you frankly don't care about at all, and you are guilted into the entire thing because your brother is making her death due to an illness "worsened by stress" your fault because you ran away from home and ruined her reputation, and you're already in an insane post toxic breakup/mid feline custody battle bender, so you curse him out and break down about it but agree to go back to your hometown with the secret intention of trying to get your sister in law to leave your brother before their baby is born and to also maybe process some of your extensive childhood trauma you've been repressing with horrific attachment issues and untreated mental health issues, but it turns out things are even more fucked up in your hometown except for this lesbian with problems who adopts you as her pet freak because she's obsessed with how insane and dysfunctional you are who you sort of fall in love with and start being able to value yourself and others amidst The Genuine Horrors? Happened to my good friend Augustine Cruyssen

[dovelydraws]

Two more last minute additions for my artfight profile!! This time two characters from the comic I'm working on :> It's about time I introduced some of these guys onto my blog

[frickfrackchickenstack]

soukoku but dazai sings everytime we touch to chuuya every time theres silence

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Have I mentioned yet how much I love Zoom as a whumper?

[teddybeartoji]

why in the fuck is my native langue so weird please how come i feel more comfortable writing in english than in estonian lmao