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tsunade's feats (and why she's equal to her fellow sannin)

(For @sannin-central‘s Sannin Week Day 7 prompt: Free Day)

One of the most tired arguments you’ll ever hear about Tsunade is that she isn’t as strong as her fellow Sannin, or their equal; that all she does is heal and punch and have a bad temper. As if that’s the only thing that makes her special, right? Nah, wrong!

In this meta, what I want to expand on is a full, manga-canon (with some anime and extraneous material inclusion) litany of feats that Tsunade has accomplished. And what makes her such an integral part of the Sannin, and background surrounding it. Hopefully, this will be a meta that can end the doubt of the equality between the Sannin and the feats that make Tsunade such a force to be reckoned with.

The Sannin: Why there was a 3-way Deadlock

(Below scan originally from Narutoversity.)

As stated in the Second Databook, to be a Sannin means that each individual Sannin are of equal ability and might to each other.

The Legend of the Sannin

What is the truth behind the Sannin? With three key words, we will discover how the three became legends.

Even ghosts would cower before Konoha’s Sannin!

Past

Under the professor, their talents were nutured!

The three who spent their childhood with the one who would become the Third Hokage. With the benefit of great leadership, each was able to set flame to their great talents. Perfecting their strength and jutsus, and at times clashing with each other, the three find the source of their power from these days of childhood.

[Bell Test] At that place, the usual presence of the teacher and student relationship…

Strength

Explosive spirit and unique power!

Jiraya’s manly fighting valor, Orochimaru’s individual talents, Tsunade’s monster power and supreme knowledge of medical jutsu. During fights, their skills would increase thrice fold and create stories of great battlefield deeds. Especially, places of battle where the three fought together were their own stage. Stories of their battlefield deeds have evolved into legends. As there will no longer be days when the three will fight alongside each other, the flower of their legend is the more dazzling.

[Jiraiya] Serious but deadly eyes! Are the only ones who can fight against the Sannin the Sannin themselves?

[Tsunade] Her power is like that of a god of war.

[Orochimaru] Like a reflection of his way of life, his fighting skills are cruel to the extreme.

Weakness

The weakness of the Sannin?

The Sannin are also human. If they do have weaknesses, is it not because of their human attributes and personalities? In it, there is a certain lure of humanistic charm.

Jiraya – Women and sexiness

If someone uses the one that he loves as a shield, even the most strongest of ninjas will become defenseless. And there are many women that Jiraya loves.

Tsunade – Gambling

In the world of gambling she is known as Legendary Sucker. When she uses her luck, which is rather low, is she then at her most vulnerable?

Orochimaru – ???

In completely encompassed mind of ice, there is no possibility of it becoming marred by another human. Only, his own endless ambitions keeps him anxious.

- Second Databook, translation from Narutoversity.

As stated here, to be a Sannin means to be equal in power, that no individual Sannin is more powerful than each other. More than that, only a Sannin can hope to take down a Sannin.

As stated by Ebisu shortly after Jiraiya’s return in the aftermath of the Konoha Crush.

As said by Jiraiya during the Three-Way Deadlock in part 1.

First Fanbook, Sannin entry (Source)

Ch. 170, highlighting the Sansukumi motif behind the Sannin.

Ch. 154, where Orochimaru muses about Tsunade's calling in life.

During this arc, Orochimaru themself states that facing two of their fellow Sannin wouldn’t be easy, even if they are one.

Ch. 369, where Hanzo himself gives the Sannin their name--objectively acknowledging their prowess instead of favoring one over the other.

Ch. 380, where Pein himself admits to the Sannin’s equal and devastating ability.

Even their stats as listed in the databooks see them as near-equal to one another statistically.

Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru's statboxes (Source)

Sannin & their Summons

Second Databook, Leaf #18: The Sannin & their summons (Source)

Another important factor of the 3-way Deadlock is the deadly summons that each Sannin possessed. What made them so special?

Manda

Village: Otogakure

Rank: —

“You bastard…I’ll eat you up!”

A python that lives with an aggressive nature and evil wildness

A summon that is hard to control because of its aggressive nature. With its hideous eyes and great power of destruction, there is no emotion of ‘terror’ for this violent entity that wants to take over everything. It is an evil that is partners with Orochimaru who also symbolizes evil.

There is no such thing as trust between the summoned and the summoner.

The jutsus that utilize 100% of all the characteristics of a snake are also formidable!!

- Second Databook, Manda's entry (Scan & Translation)

Gamabunta

Village: Konohagakure

Rank: —

“I’ll make sure you pay me back for this…”

Majestic and magnificent!! An honorable toad, defender of justice, protector of the weak!!

The big toad summoned by Jiraiya and Naruto. The sight of him wielding his giant knife is the very picture of the boss of chivalry. His violent fights against Shukaku and Manda show why he is known as the strongest toad.

His life is also that of a boss. Having yet to pledge his loyalty to Naruto, Gamabunta had no obligation to help him. However, upon learning that Naruto had saved Gamakichi, he joined Naruto in the fight against Shukaku. He is a true warrior among warriors who understands the lifelong shame of an unchivalrous action!

Unable to ignore the desperation of the one who saved his son. A true champion.

His voice rings like a knife no matter who his opponent his. His power is no bluff.

- Second Databook, Gamabunta's entry (Scan & Translation)

Katsuyu

Village: Konohagakure

Rank: —

“Tsunade-sama so desires.”

Risking her life for Tsunade! A wise and docile giant slug!!

The massive slug summoned by Tsunade. Her polite speech and obedient attitude give a strong impression of maturity. However, her true strength is anticipated to be considerable. Katsuyu’s true strength… It can be guessed her fighting on an equal footing with Gamabunta and Manda, the summoned creatures of the other “Sannin”.

She executes Tsunade’s orders swiftly and efficiently, sending the injured Naruto away from the battlefront on a Bunshin and saving him from a dangerous situation.

Katsuyu’s kind and compassionate heart can be sense in her worry for Naruto’s safety. Seems like a rather different personality to that of the dynamic and fearless Tsunade…

- Second Databook, Katsuyu's entry (Scan & Translation)

Something definitively established is that each Sannin’s boss summon was as strong as the others, especially when one considers that they’re the only ones summoned from sage regions, the only three known in the world.

Ch. 579

Ch. 634, where Minato notes the exceptionalism of the Sannin’s summons.

The Sannin: A historical & folkloric influence

Something that might not be commonly known is the fact that the Sannin take their inspiration from two primary sources: the rock-paper-scissors hand game precursor, Mushi-ken, and the Tale of the Gallant Jiraiya.

Woodblock prints depicting scenes from the Tale of the Gallant Jiraiya, featuring Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru that inspired the Sannin.

"In the legend, Jiraiya is a ninja who uses shapeshifting magic to morph into a gigantic toad. As the heir of the mighty Ogata clan in Kyūshū, Jiraiya fell in love with Tsunade (綱手), a beautiful young maiden who has mastered slug magic. His arch-enemy was his one-time follower Yashagorō (夜叉五郎), later known as Orochimaru (大蛇丸), a master of serpent magic (the kanji 大蛇 literally means "giant snake" or "serpent"). It was first recorded in 1806."

The Tale of the Gallant Jiraiya. (Source)

Now, while articles such as these better establish the Sannin’s folkloric influence, what is undeniable is that the Sannin come from very historical beginnings.

But, what about the game of Mushi-ken that further describe the 3-Way Deadlock?

Mushi-ken, the earliest Japanese sansukumi-ken game (1809). From left to right: slug (Namekuji), frog (Kawazu), and snake (Hebi). (Source)

In mushi-ken, the "frog" represented by the thumb wins against the "slug" represented by the pinkie finger, which, in turn defeats the "snake" (蛇) represented by the index finger, which wins against the "frog" (蛙). (Source)

As we see with this explanation, the Sannin are further meant to be equal from the game that would come to define their dynamic, as illustrated with the above points.

Tsunade: What the databooks say

Tsunade

Village: Konohagakure

Rank: Hokage

Ninja Registration Number: 002302

Birthday: August 2 (51 years old, Leo)

Height: 163.1 cm Weight: 48.9 kg Blood Type: B

Personality: Brash, gambling addict

Favourite food: Chicken breast, alcohol

Least favourite food: Raw liver

Would like to fight: Uzumaki Naruto

Favourite word: Get rich quick!

Interests: Gambling

Graduated from the Ninja Academy at age 6

Promoted to chuunin at age ?

Mission Experience

D-rank: 40

C-rank: 236

B-rank: 467

A-rank: 418

S-rank: 95

Statistics

Ninjutsu: 5

Taijutsu: 5

Genjutsu: 3.5

Intelligence: 5

Strength: 5

Speed: 3.5

Stamina: 4

Hand Seals: 4

“This can’t be happening…”

Brash, free spirited, monstrous strength, no one can stop Princess Tsunade. She is the legendary ninja who has touched upon the very limits of medicine.

As one of the Legendary Sannin, tales of her heroism echo on the battlefield and her efforts in expanding the medical field have made numerous accomplishments. The name Tsunade that is imbued with legendary magnificence is a ninja of Konoha. She is the idol of many kunoichis. But she, the object of this admiration, is one of those rare individuals who is not limited by being a woman ninja nor by any other constraints of a ninja. Her personality is precipitous and free, more stubborn than a man’s as well as showy, not to mention a gambling addict. If her admirers should hear about her life as a gambler, perhaps their idolatry will fade away in an instant.

But behind that flashy personality, an almost diffident friendliness is hidden. There is none who can match her love for her village and for those who are special to her. This gap between her outer and inner self is the secret to her charm that can never wilt!

Even though she is always impetuous, her truly terrifying moment is when she has anger deep inside her. Her expression and glow of her eyes right before her eruption have the intensity to make anyone afraid.

As the granddaughter of the First Hokage, her name is the frequent subject of news.

Her exceptional bad luck! But her once in awhile winnings, could they be indicators of an ominous future?

[Servant]

For the naturally brash and free style Tsunade, she cannot do without the rational and organized Shizune. On days Tsunade is drowning in gambling, wine and sadness, [Shizune’s] understanding and devotion have supported her throughout.

[Shizune’s] special existence to Tsunade is beyond that of a servant.

[Orochimaru]

She never thought of him as a companion even during the period of the Sannin. His evil eyes which never change through time are not what Tsunade likes. But the offer that he proffers weakens her. Without putting down a decision she is lead into an evil plan.

He lures her with the mentioning of ‘her most precious ones.” Towards the raging Tsunade, he continues to talk. “I can bring back your beloved brother and love.”

[Jiraiya]

Unlike Orochimaru, she knows Jiraiya well. So when he requests with sincerity in his eyes her acceptance to be inaugurated as the Fifth Hokage, she recognizes the danger her village is in but….

[Uzumaki Naruto]

Rudeness, simplicity, ‘dreams’ – all that Naruto has used to be by Tsunade’s side. And everything she lost in the war. And once again, she sees them. The image of her loved ones show up clearly in her mind.

[The past hidden within]

In the violence of the war, many ninjas lost their lives and many sorrows mounted in this world of fighting.

Passing on the Hokage’s necklace is an act of her strong love.

[The scars from the war]

The one she loved the most in this period of war…. Her brother Nawaki and Dan were both lost to her. A pain that seems to crush her half of her body, a phobia of warm blood and an emptiness that cannot be filled take root in her mind.

It was because she loved them more than anyone else that the pain of loss is so great. And the will that is left behind….

The soft kiss on the forehead, as if she were blessing the future

[The heart that does not weaken]

What Tsunade wanted back in her heart… the dreams of the ones she loved most. These do not fade in her heart but continue to shine. Always she looked upon these dreams in her heart hoping they would come true as well as her love that never grows less.

[The final bet]

A will lives on through the one who inherits it. Nawaki’s and Dan’s dreams are alive burns brightly in the dreams of one boy whose eyes resembles theirs . Tsunade leaves her necklace to Naruto believing one day, he will make those dreams come true.

[The Fifth Hokage]

Her fate (mission) burns more brightly in her chest after the fight. Her role is to protect Naruto who has inherited the dreams of her loved ones. That is why she must protect the largest tree known as Konoha. That is why the new ninja path as the 5th Hokage is engraved in her heart.

The will that was glowing in the darkness of her sorrow is given fuel by one Naruto Uzumaki and inflamed once more her life’s purpose. Her life’s mission is to protect Naruto and Konohagakure as long as she is titled, Hokage. Tsunade’s vows to devote all of herself including her own life in order to fulfill her mission, are channeled into strength which uphold her. She who was adulated as the Sannin, the strongest ninja who put fear into the hearts of enemies far away, is once more revived!

Second Databook, Tsunade’s entry (Translation) & (Scans)

Third Databook, Tsunade’s entry (Source)

Tsunade (Fifth Hokage)

Village: Konohagakure

Rank: Hokage

Ninja Registration Number: 002302

Birthday: August 2 (55 years old, Leo)

Height: 163.1 cm Weight: 48.9 kg Blood Type: B

Personality: Quick-tempered, enjoys gambling

Favourite: She was treasured as a favourite by Hashirama, and learned to gamble during her childhood days. Her rarely-scored jackpots are ill omens.

Chakra Nature(s): Fire, Water, Lightning, Earth, Yang

Special Characteristics: Summoning

About 31 years ago: Tsunade’s will contains the dream of her loved ones. She took as her ambition the wish of Dan, who lost his life.

“I’ll protect this village no matter what… I swear on the name of Hokage!”

The blooming will of fire — long era eternity Konoha managing largehearted orchid tree!!

Born as a grandchild to the First Hokage Senju Hashirama called the God of Shinobi, before long she came to display unparalleled medical ninjutsu skills. Formerly she amassed a great deal of legendary valour together with Jiraiya and Orochimaru (referred to as Sannin), and eventually Tsunade rose to take the seat of Hokage of Konohagakure. She, having inherited Grandfather Hashirama’s Will of Fire along with his lineage, is now in the role of Chief of Staff in the Allied Shinobi Forces, and crosses the borders of the land to bear the responsibility of commanding ninjas. It can certainly be said that she has brought Hashirama’s longstanding desire into fruition.

Although she has zero gambling skill, she never loses when she bets it all.

Never losing her trusting heart, Tsunade juices up her advisors.

You won’t have to settle for your rank. Let us rejoice upon your development and stand on the front lines side by side…!!

4th Databook, Tsunade’s entry (Translation) & (Scans)

Tsunade: An extraordinary inheritance

As the granddaughter of Mito Uzumaki and Hashirama Senju, both considered extraordinary for their extraordinarily powerful clans, Tsunade inherited natural gifts that few people can equal.

4th Databook, Mito’s entry (Source)

3rd Databook, Hashirama’s entry (Source)

As evident by these, not only is Tsunade the granddaughter of an Uzumaki and a Senju, but of two members considered extraordinarily powerful by their own standards that passed down to Tsunade herself. While it might not seem obvious beyond some jutsu and the name itself, there is an instance where her heritage truly shines.

Ch. 601, after the 5 Kage lose against an immensely powerful, freed Edo Tensei Madara. Tsunade was bisected in two, but remained completely conscious.

Ch. 635, where Orochimaru discovers a still-conscious and bisected Tsunade capable of healing the other Kage despite being incapacitated herself.

Tsunade: Feats of healing

Currently, medical ninjutsu is widely used as a shield to protect ninja. The history of its development and various characteristics are unraveled here!

The medical way that needs a talent different from Ninjutsu. It’s a different type of skill from combat. The greatest control of the smallest amount of chakra, great professional knowledge, and the brains and dedication to use them. The biggest problem with medical jutsu are their particularities. Meticulous chakra control is needed and thus a natural aptitude is needed for users. These are why it takes a long time to develop and there aren’t many medical ninjas.

The greater the wound, the greater the ability needed. Also, its effects are not unlimited and reviving the dead is impossible.

Scratches and stab wounds: Difficulty 1

Broken bones, muscle and severed tendons: Difficulty 2

Great damage to the body: Difficulty 3

Regrowing damaged organ and death: impossibility

Even if Tsunade uses medical jutsu it is impossible to grow a whole organ (e.g. Dan’s destroyed kidneys). Incision healing using chakra scalpel can also be used for attacks!

Healing of external wounds using chakra: Procedure of putting chakra on the body and healing wounds.

Healing using cursed seals: Using cursed seals to control chakra levels and flow.

Tsunade’s Creation Rebirth: An ability that is not about healing but about regeneration. It can remake all organs and parts.

- Second Databook, Medical ninjutsu entry (Scan & Translation)

Ch. 155, where Kabuto expresses that only Tsunade is capable of healing the necrosis-like effects of the Dead Demon Consuming Seal that robbed Orochimaru of use of their arms.

Ch. 172, when Tsunade easily heals the effects of Itachi's Tsukiyomi on Sasuke that made him fall into a coma.

Ch. 235, where the Nara Clan Medical Encyclopedia is being consulted by Tsunade to help her heal Chouji after the debilitating effects of the Three-Color Pills.

Ch. 173, when Tsunade explains how she would perform surgery on Rock Lee (spoiler: it's a resounding success).

Ch. 253, wherein Tsunade’s rival, Chiyo, recalls how Tsunade was the only person capable of foiling her poisons.

As we know, one of the greatest threats to shinobi is that of poisons. And, there is the fact that Tsunade established ways of producing and foiling them.

Ch. 562, where Tsunade and Ai are among two of the only individuals capable of surviving the Heavenly Transfer Technique. Tsunade does so by invoking her Creation Rebirth technique.

Her ability as a med-nin were so extraordinary that she had a palpable mark on medical ninjutsu in the shinobi world.

Ch. 154, where Kabuto muses about Tsunade being the originator of the idea to have a med-nin on every 4-man cell.

Ch. 160 where the standard to place a medical ninja in every unit of ninja is first introduced by her.

Ch. 577, where Tsunade lists the 4 rules governing medical ninja that she likely conceived.

"Tsunade’s grief over losing her lover gave birth to the development of present-day medical ninjutsu."

- Second Fanbook (Scan & Translation)

Ch. 424, when Tsunade uses Katsuyu: Immense Network Healing to heal the entire village during Pein's assault.

While healing an entire village during an invasion by the second coming of the Sage of Six Paths is impressive itself, something I often see overlooked is why Tsunade fell into such a deep coma in the first place.

Ch. 430, we learn that Tsunade’s Byakugou disappeared because she rerouted her Creation Rebirth--which demands the Byakugou’s stores--into healing the villagers during Pein’s Assault.

It's because she used Creation Rebirth not on herself, but the entire village.

Tsunade: A Goddess of war

#24: Taken to the bitter extreme! Princess Tsunade’s “legendary” absurd strength!!

It would seem Tsunade’s “outrageous strength” completely ignores the laws of nature!! The challenge to common sense that is her power is due in no small part to her artful chakra control and fine-tuning. To give things a name, by instantly collecting chakra into her fist and fingers, she obtains a power of destruction bodily strength alone cannot achieve.

- Databook 2: Konoha 100 Leaves Collection (Scan & Translation)

Ch. 163, Tsunade unleashing the Heavenly Foot of Pain, one of her most iconic applications of her deadly Chakra-Enhanced Strength she created from the principles of medical ninjutsu.

Ch. 169, Tsunade properly explaining the mechanics of Creation Rebirth and how it makes her practically immortal and deadlier than she already is.

Ch. 170, with Tsunade's single-handedly wielding Gamabunta's tantou to sunder Manda. Whether CES or her own natural raw strength, it's an incredibly fearsome sight to behold.

While the Deadlock between the Sannin demonstrates some of her earliest feats of strength, and solidifies her position as Konoha's Fifth Hokage by it alone, it's still not her most impressive battle to date.

Ch. 577, where the first thing Tsunade does when she arrives on the 4th War's battlefield is confront Madara, and dent his Susano'o, the Mangekyou Sharingan's perfect defense ninjutsu.

Ch. 577, working together with Ai & Oonoki to completely pulverize his Susano'o.

Ch. 578, where Tsunade survives not only impalement by Madara's Susano'o, but a direct blast from its Yasaka Magatama as well, both deadly offenses Madara's Susano'o possesses.

Ch. 588, where Tsunade is pitted against five of Madara's wood clones and not only fights them, but does it while impaled with two of the Susano'o's blades.

Regardless, it would seem the second databook's comparison of Tsunade's fighting style to that of a god of war truly is fitting.

Tsunade: Jutsu she created (or perfected)

Heavenly Foot of Pain (Tsuuten Kyaku)

Taijutsu, C-rank, Offensive, Close range

User(s): Tsunade

The heel swung down in anger makes the ground rumble in kind with an ultra-hard smackdown!!

All of her body’s outrageous strength is concentrated into her heel. Her stance crystallizes the body’s dynamics in a magnificent demonstration of the art of hand to hand combat. And when her heel swings downward, it’s as if a comet had fallen!! Nothing and no one could receive a direct hit and avoid pulverization.

The remainder of the impact smashed not only the ground, but the nearby rampart into tiny bits…!!

- Second Databook, Heavenly Foot of Pain entry (Scan & Translation)

Body Pathway Derangement

(Ranshinshou)

Ninjutsu, A-rank, Supplementary, Close range

User(s): Tsunade

Disturbing body control by severing the pathways of [brain←→body] information flow!!

By transforming the chakra within one’s body and giving it the properties of electricity, one creates an electric field. By pouring this into the nervous system of one’s opponent, one deranges their body control! An extremely high-level technique, used as a Medical Ninjutsu. The human body is controlled with electrical signals from the brain, but a person who had those electrical signals cut off with this technique will become unable to make their body move as they want. Because she’s an expert in medical treatments, Tsunade was able to master this technique.

An attack that severs the control threads with a flash of lightning!

One’s own body moves in any way, except how one wants it to move…!? For the common shinobi, battle, not to mention even just walking, will become impossible.

As soon as strike of the hand lands, electricity is poured into the enemy’s nervous system, severing the signals!!

- Second Databook, Body Pathway Derangement entry. (Scan) & (Translation)

Creation Rebirth (Souzou Saisei)

Ninjutsu, S-rank, Supplementary

User(s): Tsunade

The absolute pinnacle of Medical Ninjutsu~~ a forbidden regeneration technique!

Created by the greatest of medical ninja, Tsunade, this is the ultimate regeneration technique!! By releasing a large amount of chakra at once, the body’s cell division is forcibly stimulated, reconstruction all organs and all tissues making up the human body!

If this technique is used, a body whose vital organs are so gravely injured that it cannot bear it any longer will be instantly restored to its uninjured state. It’s impossible to die by any means… for the sake of continuing to protect the lives of one’s comrades. That’s the resolution hidden in this technique.

By releasing the great volume of chakra stored in her forehead, Tsunade can make her body do the work of an untold number of years in an instant.

This wound may have brought her on the verge of death, but she won’t die~~

The acceleration of cell division that allows for the complete recovery from wounds is paid for with the shortening of one’s life span.

- Second Databook, Creation Rebirth entry. (Scan) & (Translation)

Yin Seal: Release

(Infuuin: Kai)

Fuuinjutsu, S-rank, Supplementary

User: Tsunade

Unravelling the key to using the Creation Rebirth!!

Creation Rebirth, the ultimate medical technique. However, using this technique requires such an enormous amount of chakra, that it is beyond any shinobi to mould it in an instant. Tsunade, using the chakra stock kept in the seal on her forehead, has cleared this prerequisite. With Yin Seal: Release, the seal is released, becoming the source for the body regeneration technique.

The moment it is unsealed, a pattern appears on the forehead.

Releasing the seal is the greatest danger signal.

- Second Databook, Yin Seal:Release entry (Source).

Now, while Tsunade didn't invent the Byakugou Seal, she certainly perfected it enough to eventually be passed on to one of her disciples, Sakura Haruno.

Ch. 36, Boruto, that explains the Byakugou's origins.

However, what she absolutely did create was Creation Rebirth and Ninja Art: Creation Rebirth - Strength of a Hundred Technique.

Ninja Art: Creation Rebirth--Strength of a Hundred Technique entry, 4th Databook (Source)

Ch. 578, where Madara himself likens Creation Rebirth to Hashirama's mass-coveted Regeneration Ability.

Fourth Databook, Katsuyu: Immense Network Healing entry (Source)

Closing thoughts

For as celebrated as the Sannin are in canon, sometimes, it takes more convincing than others that they are, in fact, of near equal ability with their unique specialties being what sets them apart.

#sannin week 2021 #tsunade #tsunade senju #pro tsunade #my meta #TAKE IT JUST FUCKING TAKE IT I'M SICK OF LOOKING AT IT #if there's spelling mistakes no there isn't--#bummed i couldn't write drabbles but HAVE THIS MONSTER

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A Flower a Day

Today we will be looking at, Chamomile

Chamomile (Chamaemelum Nobile) (Wiccan)

Chamomile is featured in the Anglo-Saxon Folk Charm, the following excerpt mentions Chamomile;

“Remember Chamomile, what you made known, what you accomplished at Alorford, that never a man should loose his life from infection after Chamomile was prepared for his food”

“Of all the herbs listed in the charm, this is the one that most people are familiar with. Its healing properties have not been lost to time. Chamomile is probably best known for its use in relaxation and stress relief. It’s calming qualities promote rest, which is key to recovering from any ailment. It is also commonly used for pain relief, including soothing earaches and toothaches. (Note that Chamomile may cause interactions with some medications and birth control pills.) Spiritually and magickally, this herb is used in spells for sleep and dreams, as well as in money-attraction and love spells. It is also said that the sunny disposition of the herb can make it useful against curses and hexes, breaking them with it’s powerful uplifting scent.” -The Good Witches Guide by Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell

“Essential Oils- Reduces anxiety, promotes restful sleep and relaxation, relieves pain.” -The Good Witches Guide by Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell

“Spiritual Meaning- Sleep, dreams, meditation, peace, money.” -The Good Witches Guide by Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell

“Tea’s- Reduces insomnia, anxiety, stress, fever, arthritis, indigestion; aids with sleep and pain relief (may decrease effectiveness of birth-control pills and some cancer medications, and may increase efforts of warfarin; discuss usage with your doctor if you are taking medication for your liver)” -The Good Witches Guide by Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell

“Magickal Tea’s- Protection, luck, money, sleep, peace, purification (may decrease effectiveness of birth-control pills and some cancer medications, and may increase efforts of warfarin; discuss usage with your doctor if you are taking medication for your liver)” -The Good Witches Guide by Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell

“Kitchen Work- Eases insomnia, anxiety, stress, fever, arthritis, pain, indigestion (may decrease effectiveness of birth-control pills and some cancer medications, and may increase efforts of warfarin; discuss usage with your doctor if you are taking medication for your liver)” -The Good Witches Guide by Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell

Chamomile-Energy in Adversity (florist)

“Chamomile is an unassuming little plant: its flower is daisy like and petite, its foliage light and feathery, its fragrance gentle. But what battles it fights, and how much stronger it is for the undertaking! A flower of grassland and sandy commons, it falls prey to grazing cattle and trampling feet and, in response, it grows longer and tighter: it finds the courage to survive and is all the stronger for it. The name Chamomile is derived from the Greek word ‘khamaemelon’, meaning ‘earth apple’, a reference to the plant’s fruity fragrance. It is native to Britain, and has been cultivated as both a medicinal herb and a turfing plant for lawns. The Chamomile lawn and seat were favourite features of Elizabethan gardens, mossily soft and smelling of apples when sat upon, but only regular clipping and deflowering would achieve a tight sward. It is said that Francis Drake’s famous game of bowls was played on a chamomile lawn. The Victorians knew chamomile as a great cure-all and energy giver. A tea brewed with the flowers would act as a restorative; a distillation of the oil made into a cream and rubbed into the skin or added to bathwater would ease pain and take away fatigue. Brought into the sickroom, a few clippings tied together with fennel fronds and sprigs of peppermint would give strength and encouragement for a swift recovery. In the cottage garden, chamomile even had the reputation of being able to restore to health and sickly plant near which it was grown. ‘The Chamomile’, a 1922 novel by Catherine Carswell, follows the struggles of a young woman who wants to be a writer, and who suffers disapproval and setbacks all along the way. The novel is semi-autobiographical: Carswell was brought up by strict Victorian parents, and she rejected the conventional life they had planned for her by becoming a journalist and writer. Her personal life was full of tragedy - a disastrous first marriage and the death of a child - and she too, like her heroine, overcame adversity to achieve her goal.” -The Language of Flowers by Mandy Kirkby

(Note: This being said, if you are suffering from a condition or are in pain please consult a doctor or mental health professional.)

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anotheronechicagobog · 4 years

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Trudy Platt x Niece!Reader Mom

A/N: I don’t have advanced medical knowledge so there may be inaccuracies in this fic

written by @anotheronechicagobog

You had been born going into withdrawal. You couldn’t remember it, thankfully, but your aunt Trudy said it was absolute hell to watch you go through it. She would always get a dark look on her face and clench her fists when she was reminded of what your childhood had been like. She didn’t get custody of you until you were twelve, but it didn’t matter, she’d been taking care of you since you were a baby so to you her officially getting custody meant that your mom couldn’t neglect or use you as a bargaining chip for drug money.

When you were eight years old your class was making gifts for Mother’s Day. You didn’t feel embarrassed or angry or anything anywhere remotely negative, you were happy. Excited. You were using tissue paper, pipe cleaners, glitter, and glue to make a portrait of you and your aunt Trudy. Your giddiness was bubbling up and making you jumpy. You made sure to use lots of blue because it’s her favourite colour. You were just putting on the last finishing touches, sprinkling silver glitter over the paper, when your teacher came over with a confused look on her face. “Y/N, I thought your mom was a waitress, not a detective.”

“She isn’t. My aunt Trudy is a detective and a super cool one too. She works in robbery homicide and brings my drawings to work with her. The other detectives are super nice and sometimes when they have barbecues I get to-“

“Y/N, these are supposed to be for Mother’s Day. Not Aunt’s Day.”

“But I-“

“Y/N, you have to know why this isn’t okay. Because of your behaviour you can’t go to recess. I really hope you take this time to think about what you’ve done.” Mrs. Smith made a move to grab your art but you grabbed it first. She snapped and grabbed your arms trying to get you to let go, but it was really rough and she started seething. You screamed at the top of your lungs, tears already pouring down your face. You squirmed and kicked, determined to keep your art out of the trash can your teacher seemed to reserve for art she didn’t approve of. Mrs. Smith grabbed your hair and started to bang your side against your desk when a commanding voice stabbed fear into the heart of your bitch teacher and happiness into you. “Just WHAT do you think you are doing to my niece?”

That was just one of many moments when your aunt saved you. Later on in life, she taught you self defence skills and gave you three types of pepper spray and two tasers. Although you never vocalized it, you viewed her as your mom. You called her ‘mom’ in your head every time you thought about her and it hurt sometimes not being able to say it out loud. She taught you everything you know, life skills, math, science, labour skills, everything. She is the entire reason you are who you are. She guided you, supported you, reamed you out when you fucked up, and clapped louder than anyone else when you accomplished wonders. She made you swell up in pride. She is the reason you never felt undervalued or neglected, because without her intervention you would have most definitely stumbled out of a broken home. She was and is your mom, and no one could make you doubt it.

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and your breathing was panicked but you couldn’t stop it. You’d been shot and the burning bleeding feeling was occupying all your available thoughts. You were aware that people were speaking to you, but you couldn’t focus on any of it. “Y/N Platt. Y/N Platt.” The only thing you were aware of was that your name was important. That’s how they find your mom. That’s how they contact her. Call her.

Voices were buzzing around you mixing and blurring together with mechanical sounds. You were scared and confused out of your mind. You couldn’t help it. You were in so much flaring burning pain and then suddenly you weren’t. But it wasn’t like you suddenly started feeling better, you just stopped feeling physical sensations. You didn’t even know you were crying until you started tasting the tears in your mouth. “I want my mom. I need my mom. Where’s my mom?” The muffled voices were getting louder, you thought you could hear your name muffled and desperate before everything faded into nothingness.

When you regained consciousness you were welcome with the sight of fiery red hair. Halstead. Wait... Jay or Will? Shit which one is the doctor? So you definitely have a concussion. “My mom. Call my mom. I need my mom.” You wanted her holding your hand and telling you everything was going to be okay and to just hold on. “We weren’t able to get a hold of her, but we were able to contact your aunt Trudy.”

“Y/N, dear, calm down. I’m trying to find your mom but it’s been years since we talked, I don’t know anything about her anymore, no contact info.” She was there. On the chair next to you. Your mom was there. She came. “Mom, you’re here.” You opened your arms, aching for a hug. She was a little shocked, but she quickly stood up and leaned into your arms, gently wrapping hers around you while yours gripped onto her Sergeant’s uniform for dear life. Her shoulder length grey hair hovered near your face, and you’d never been happier to see Trudy Platt’s signature haircut in your life. “I love you mom.”

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You weren’t groggy this time. You woke up slowly and hesitantly. You scanned the room, taking into view the machines you’re hooked up to, Randall’s CFD jacket was hanging on the back of an empty chair, and aunt Trudy asleep. She was sitting in one of the dreadful hospital chairs but her head and shoulders were laying on the bed beside you. She looked stressed. Her brows were furrowed and her lips were pressed into such a fine line that they were turned white. There were clumps of hair strands fallen across her face. Despite the weight you felt your arm under you focussed all of your strength on using the tips of your fingers to move the hair out of her face. She twitched but otherwise didn’t move.

“Oh thank god.” You looked up and saw Randall making his way to the side of your bed without your mom, sorry, aunt. “How’re you feeling kiddo?”

“Like I was a punching bag for the hulk.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. So, what happened?” Randall hesitated, his eyes drifted over to the sleeping woman who held such a strong position in both of your lives, he looked at you cautiously. “You were shot. Three times. One hit you in the shoulder and got caught in the bone. The second nicked your left lung and exited your body. The third ricocheted off your collar bone and into your liver. They had to take you into surgery to repair you lung and liver and remove the bullets. There was a lot of bleeding in your liver and they almost lost you a couple of times on the table.”

“Oh...”

“That’s not all... Look I don’t know the whole story with you and your mom. But when you came in you were practically screaming for her, and after the surgery you woke up a couple times and it was pretty clear you were out of it, you started reaching for Trudy and asking for your mom. We’ve all been trying to call her but nobody’s seen hide or hair of her in five years. Trudy is... a little upset that you were calling for your mom. I don’t really-“

“Crap.”

“Y/N I just wanted you to know why Trudy is sad and your mom isn’t here-“

“My mom IS here Randy. I... I’ve never said this out loud but... I have always thought of aunt Trudy as my mom. My... biological mother was irresponsible and negligent at best and sporadic and abusive at worst. Aunt Trudy raised me. She read me stories before bed, taught me to ride a bike, told me to eat my vegetables, she helped me with my homework, taught me to defend myself... She is my mom. I’ve always thought of her as my mom. I call her ‘mom’ in my head. The only reason I’ve never actually called her that is people, including her, told me to call her aunt. I... How sad is she feeling? What do I do? I love her so much.” Tears were drifting down your cheeks and you could see Randall’s eyes misting over as well. He carefully grabbed your hand as nurse Sexton made her way into your room to check on you. “I think you should tell her.” His voice was so confident and kind, you knew he was right. “Yeah. I’m going to tell her.” Excitement bubbled up as you squeezed his hand in return.

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Randall winked as he left to go get some food from a local restaurant for the three of you. “Do you want some more water Y/N?”

“No thanks, there’s actually something I want to talk to you about.”

“Oh... Yeah. About your mom, right?” She looked terrified. She was the strongest woman alive and she sat before you almost shaking in her seat. You held out your hand for her to grab. Once her hand was in yours you smiled and entwined your fingers with hers. “When I was asking for my mom. I wasn’t asking for the woman who gave birth to me. I was asking for you. You are my mom. You have raised and cared for me my whole life. I still remember when I tried making you something for Mother’s Day at school and my teacher lost her mind. She wasn’t the first or last teacher I had that thought I shouldn’t be doing that, but that was the time you swooped in. I have always felt protected and safe because of you. Even as I got older, it just changed from knowing that you were always watching and waiting to swoop in to knowing that you trusted me to take care of myself and come to you when I need you. And I just... I have always wanted to make you proud of me. You are the person I look up to, the person who’s opinion I value the most. I have called you my mom in my head my whole life, I guess when I got shot my filters were too... But my point is, you are who I was asking for, you are who I wanted and needed here.”

You looked away from your hands, directly into her eyes. “You are my mom.” She burst into tears and dove forward to hug you as gently as possible. You clung to her desperately, terrified that she would reject your feelings, reject you. She let go of you and weaselled out of your grasp. She stroked your face lovingly and kissed the top of your forehead. “I am so proud to be your mom Y/N Platt, I love you so much, now please get some rest. You look exhausted and I’ve had enough scares from you to last I lifetime.” You felt unsure, not wanting to essentially leave her alone after allowing herself to be vulnerable. “I’m going to be here when you wake up. It would take several dozen armies to remove me. Go to sleep sweetheart.” You sighed and started to drift off, more at peace with the world than you have been in years.

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Should I make this a series?

#One Chicago #Chicago Fire #Chicago PD #one chicago imagines #chicago med #trudy platt #trudy platt x reader #mouch mcholland #mouch mcholland x trudy platt

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emeraldtawny · 4 years

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My Ikemen Vampire OCs

Been a while since I’ve done anything with OCs and I’m not sure if I’ll be using these boyos in fics or the like. I just wanted to add my own suitors based on some historical figures that caught my attention and thought would be cool to bring back as sexy vampires uwu~

Picrew used can be found here.

Marco Polo

Thomas Jefferson

Sigmund Freud

~Details under the cut~

Marco Polo

The Wide-Eyed Explorer

Adventurous x Oblivious

“Life's all about finding something out there in this great wide world that hasn't been discovered yet. How about it, Signorina? Want to take the risk with me?”

An explorer renowned for his treks from Europe to Asia, his documentation of his travels are known the world over. Yearning for knowledge yet grounded in his ideals, he enjoys exploring this “distant future” of 19th century France and pauses to marvel at every detail and moment he can. He accepted the taste of immortality so he could further explore the world. However, the dynamic, rocky expanse of love is one journey even the great Marco Polo wasn’t prepared for.

Birthday: September 15th

Height: 177cm (5’9”)

Occupation: Merchant

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Exploring, Collecting trinkets (hoarding), Taking notes

Dislikes: Staying indoors

Specialty: Storytelling, Charisma

Weaknesses: Lying

Favourite Food: Pasta

Hated Food: Ginger

Pet: Monkey named Viaggio

Random Tidbits

Wears two dangling coin earrings, as a symbol of the currency he knew before learning of and introducing paper money to Europe.

Responsible for bringing noodles - and consequently, pasta - back to Italy. One of his proudest accomplishments, he says.

Gets incredibly pouty when people doubt his memoirs or if he even made it to China at all.

Is endlessly fascinated by the different culture of this “new world” and will ask endless questions to gain knowledge.

Gets flustered and oddly prideful over how many other important figures of history looked to his experiences to guide them (Of course, he is most proud of the children’s game named after him).

Most of his memoirs were written in prison and by his cellmate. *A/N: hmmm, I wonder who comes back to smite him :3*

Is uncharacteristically frugal and likes to hoard any “unique” treasures he finds (most of them are commonplace items, but rare to Marco).

Favourite Place To Bite: Shoulder. He just gets incredible pleasure sinking his teeth into the flesh of the shoulder, and it works in tandem to muffle the groans that threaten to slip through his lips as he feeds. And if they bite him back on his shoulder, he is gone. His arms will always be snaked around their waist and whether he’s pressed against their back or front, he’s absorbed in his feeding so fully that sometimes he doesn’t know when to pull back until it’s too much.

Associates With:

Leonardo - The pureblood quite enjoys the boundless vibrant energy of his fellow Italian, and is more than happy to show him around the city and listen to the younger man’s detailed recounts of what he’s seen. They fuel each other’s insatiable need for new things to learn.

Dazai - Enjoys teasing him for his cluelessness about the world. The mansion’s residents don’t know whether to intervene, as both seem oblivious to the other’s intentions in their odd conversations.

Sebastian - Usually on the butler’s bad side for the constant clutter of “souvenirs” he always returns with. However, is rewarded with the whimsical story recounting of THE Marco Polo, so it isn’t all bad.

How He Met MC

After MC had attended dinner and was making her way to Comte’s room, she almost gets knocked off her feet as she collides with someone whilst lost in thought. Things fall to the floor and she quickly apologises and kneels down to help pick up the fallen items. As she lifts her head, she’s met with a head of white wispy locks and kind ice-blue eyes staring back at her behind his round spectacles. He takes the things back from her and they both return to their feet. “Grazie Mille, Signorina.” He says through a grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. You must be new around here.”

“Oh, um--”

(Is he a famous figure of history too? He looks nice enough.)

Her thoughts are cut off as Sebas comes into the hallway and seems ready to scold the young man for bringing in another assortment of useless trinkets. He pouts a little and says that these are unique and a brand new discovery that he must look into for their use. Sebas sighs, notices MC and asks if he has introduced himself to her yet. He blinks and exclaims in realisation before turning back to MC with a sheepish, boyish grin.

“It seems I forgot to introduce myself to you, Signorina. My name is Marco Polo. I’m a merchant and an explorer.”

(M-Marco Polo?!)

After MC learns the truth about the mansion and its residents, she’s on her guard as she walks aimlessly around the mansion, avoiding everyone she can for fear of them biting her. She stops as she passes the archive at the sound of a happy tune being hummed. She peeks in to see Marco cross-legged on the floor with a pile of junk in front of him. Yet the way he’s observing each piece makes her believe every single one is an irreplaceable treasure. He adjusts his glasses and inspects the map in his hands with an inquisitive gaze, his excitement of a new discovery at his fingertips vibrant and infectious.

She’s so lost watching him that she hardly realises that she’s entered the archive, her feet naturally bringing her towards him. He stops humming and turns to meet her curious eyes with a wink.

“Oh! Perfecto! Just the woman I was hoping to see!”

He says it so heartfeltly that she feels her heart leap.

“Would you happen to know what these are? Since you’re from the future, you’d likely have a better idea than me.”

She hesitantly sits down across from him, still unsure yet compelled to help him, the kind, yearning aura surrounding him too strong to resist. [First CG of them looking over the pile of junk. Marco gesturing wide as he imagines the uses of a simple silver spoon and MC staring at him like “...it’s a spoon, not a lightning rod.”]

As she listens to him, she asks him why he finds joy in collecting these everyday items. He blinks at her...before bursting out laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious!”

“Ah, I’m sorry. Really I am. It’s just I never get tired of hearing that question. To me, that question means that there are people out there who have grown accustomed to what’s around them. So much so that something they see every day has lost its beauty to their eyes. I truly believe that everything out there - discovered or not - has a story, a meaning. No matter how mundane it may be, everything has a unique beauty in this world.”

(That’s...such a wonderful outlook on life.)

...

Thomas Jefferson

The Repentant Sinner

Awkward x Earnest

“I cannot see the merits of wanting to get to know me. So, why can’t I stop you from doing so?”

A diplomat and a scholar, the one thing Thomas Jefferson cannot say he is versed in is the art of conversation. Despite this, he isn’t shy. He simply prefers to observe and document what is around him. Intelligent and soft-spoken, he seems to be more driven in his immortal life despite his tremendous accomplishments in his human life. What so greatly motivated him to be reborn as a vampire?

Birthday: April 13th

Height: 190cm (6'2")

Occupation: Diplomat don't mention the P-word

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Writing, Violin

Dislikes: Public speaking

Specialty: Writing documents (in silence)

Weaknesses: Conversation, His reputation

Favourite Food: Vegetables (selective vegetarian)

Hated Food: Liver

Pet: Mockingbird named Quill

Random Tidbits

Can speak 4 languages (English, Latin, French and Italian) and can communicate through writing in a further two languages (Greek and Spanish).

Wears multiple rings and a wrist cuff on his right hand, as he had dislocated his wrist in his human life yet the bones failed to set right when healing. The discomfort continues as a vampire, though less painful.

His voice is quiet, mellow and of a tenor pitch. He can barely string more than three sentences together unless speaking in private and about a topic he is knowledgeable in.

Developed mild insomnia since becoming a vampire. Coupled with his periodic headaches, some days he will be completely inconsolable.

Enjoys writing and listening to his mockingbird sing in the comfort of his room.

Completely freezes and nearly breaks down when reminded of the dark underbelly of his legacy.

Has no less than four feather quills on his person wherever he goes.

Favourite Place To Bite: Fingers. Feeding on a body part with a smaller surface area helps him pace himself and prevent more harm than necessary. But he truly enjoys piercing his fangs into the tip of the index and middle fingers, giving a cursory suck before withdrawing and taking the fingers into his mouth to suck them that way; he doesn’t wish to harm anyone with his bites if he can help it. Of course, sometimes he can’t help it when he’s lost in bloodlust.

Associates With:

Isaac - Enjoys his quiet companionship. They usually sit in the archive together, working on their different projects in complete silence.

Napoleon - Occasionally goes to the Frenchman requesting a feather from his eagle to make into a new quill. Napoleon agrees under the condition he helps him teach the schoolchildren, something he begrudgingly agrees to.

How He Met MC

The first time she meets Thomas is at her welcoming dinner. She baulks slightly at the height of him and the broad set of his shoulders being accentuated by his perfectly fitted dress shirt. He meets her gaze and nods politely towards her before taking his seat and idly staring down at and fiddling with his rings. She whispers to Napo if she somehow offended him, but he assures her that that’s just how Thomas is; not the best at striking up a conversation.

When introductions come up, he’s one of the last to speak and definitely the least enthusiastic. He clears his throat softly and makes eye contact with MC, his gaze oddly intense as if forcing himself to meet her eye.

“Thomas Jefferson. Diplomat. A pleasure.”

(Thomas Jefferson. He was important in American history if I remember correctly. Can’t say I know much more than that.)

When Sebas (and Arthur) get it through MC’s head that she’s now in a mansion of vampires, she immediately runs out of the kitchen and just panic runs. She ends up in the foyer and almost collapses with relief because she can finally escape this place. Before she can reach the door, however, she realises there’s someone else right in front of the door, pacing back and forth as if in a trance.

(Oh great. They have someone on guard as well? Even more reason to get out of here!)

She tries to slip by, but the man notices her and stops his pacing to stare at her, saying nothing. MC feels overwhelmed by his gaze and starts to shake. His eyes widen and he goes to reach for her.

“Are you--?”

“Get away from me! Vampire! Monster! Don’t touch me!!”

She swats his hand away and makes a break for the door, but Thomas grabs her around the waist, pinning her arms down. She thrashes and begins to feel tears pricking her eyes when Sebas emerges. Thomas turns to him and asks him to take the young lady to her room. He immediately releases her from his hold and whispers a soft “I apologise for scaring you.” before walking back to his room with long strides.

Back in her room, she reflects on what happened and realises that his grip on her wasn’t tight enough to harm her and instead, he was likely as panicked as she was.

(Even if he is a vampire, it was clear he was trying to protect me. And I called him a monster…)

The next day, she asks Sebas to show her where Thomas’ room is so she can apologise to him. Sebas says to try the archive instead and shows her the way. She knocks on the door and peeks inside.

Sitting at a desk and brandishing a feather quill, Thomas writes like his life depends on it, his eyes - while still heavy and tired with dark circles - seem focused with an intensity that leaves MC dumbfounded. [First CG of him deep in his scribing, unaware of the pretty lady who watches him with her attention rapt.]

(He writes as if he’s possessed. I feel like if I interrupted him now, I’d be ruining the very nature of his being.)

She waits until he lets out a soft sigh and sets down his quill. When he finally notices her presence, he blinks, a deer in the headlights. His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.

“Um...can I help you?”

...

Sigmund Freud

The Cold Elitist

Analytical x Insatiable

“Such honest eyes. Yet such boring simplicity in your actions and thoughts.”

An Austrian neurologist whose work helped to shape modern psychology. His work with brains and how they shape our conscious and unconscious mind - his book The Interpretation of Dreams using his own brain as the study - made him observant and insightful; in a holier-than-thou way in most cases. He is private and distancing, yet fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy enough to be close to him. His own findings concluded that personality and unconscious thoughts cannot be so easily swayed. Until he meets you...

Birthday: May 6th

Height: 180cm (5’10”)

Occupation: Neurologist (despises the term psychologist being attributed to him)

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Smoking cigars, People watching, Reading

Dislikes: Being referred to by his first name (Call him Freud or you’ll get one hell of a death stare)

Specialty: Psychoanalysis, Picking apart people’s thoughts

Weaknesses: Accepting defeat or wrongdoing, Smiling through his eyes

Favourite Food: Artichoke

Hated Food: Anything American

Pet: Frog named Ego

Random Tidbits

He has a pet frog because of his early work as a medical student, where he studied frog brains to determine the difference between vertebrate and invertebrate brains. And named his pet after one of the terms he coined of the human psyche, representing the balance of our desires and morality.

Used to smoke cigars heavily, so much so that he developed mouth cancer which led to his eventual human death. Picked the habit back up again after being revived as a vampire.

Had a therapy dog when he was human. Sneaks pets to Vic and King whenever he can.

Was quoted saying “The goal of all life is death.”, yet accepted the offer to be granted eternal life (he chuckles bitterly at himself over this fact).

Was a firm Shakespeare sceptic and remains so into his vampire life. Any conversation he has with Shakespeare usually ends with him bad-mouthing him in German and proclaiming that the Earl of Oxford was the true writer of his plays.

Continues to write books about his discoveries, yet keeps them unpublished.

Is joked as being sex-obsessed (by Arthur of all people), but stands by his claims that sexual wishes and desires play into how a person’s mentality is shaped.

Favourite Place To Bite: Stomach. The way the muscles flex and spasm around his fangs is exquisite in every meaning of the word. He enjoys slowly sliding the blouse up, letting his hands trail slowly to feel the goosebumps that prickle on the skin, before biting right on the curve of the waist.

Associates With:

Comte - The one man who may call him by his first name. Feels indebted to him for another chance at life.

Mozart - Short yet calm conversations between the two Austrians happen every so often; about what, who can say?

Arthur - Pesters Freud for psychoanalytical techniques he can incorporate into his Holmes novels. Gives him the bare minimum to leave him alone. Absolutely loathes the nickname the Brit gives him (“Siggy”).

How He Met MC

When MC first encounters him, Freud is at the dining table with Mozart, Theo, Vincent and Isaac. As soon as he hears the commotion and she enters for dinner, he abruptly stands and leaves without a word, only sparing a cold stare that she feels in the pit of her stomach.

Her first true encounter with him is after Sebas tries to tell her that her housemates are vampires and she runs into him in the hallway. She notes that his eyes of metal run just as cold as the first time she met his gaze, but she still tries to greet him (Comte told her about him briefly at dinner, saying his name is Sigmund). When she addresses him as such, his lips twitch in distaste and harshly tells her not to call him that.

Being MC, she bites back a little, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

”For a meek little thing, you certainly try to bark, don’t you?”

“Hey, I don’t need another person in this mansion referring to me as a dog!”

“Hm. Very well then, Rotznase.”

(Did....did he just call me a brat?!) *A/N: no, MC. He called you a snot-nosed brat*

She goes to bite back again, but something in his eyes stops her dead. Like they can see into her soul, see the exact way her brain ticks. He exudes a harsh aura that makes her want to run, but the power of his eyes on her has her paralysed, like a predator staring down its defenceless prey. He scoffs at her before asking if she knows what he is. When she doesn’t respond, he sighs in annoyance before grabbing her by the throat and pushing her against the wall, hard. [First CG of this kabedon-strangling hybrid. 2/10, not sexy and probably hurts too much.]

”You’re a foolish little girl. And unfortunate in your luck. If you had crossed paths with any of the other beasts in these halls, you may have gotten away with nothing more than nightmares.”

His hand on her throat tightens, constricting her windpipe and cutting off her air supply, the petrified horror in her eyes only increasing as he bares his fangs to her.

”I am not a lenient man, I never have been. And this is no dream. You’re just an unlucky human. No offence intended.”

Just as his hand tightens further and he leans over her, Arthur of all people is the one to save her. He grabs Freud’s collar and yanks him back, barking at him not to scare the bird. Freud only gives an annoyed huff before strolling away as if he never had any part in it. MC loses strength in her knees and passes out from fear, and Arthur brings her to her room before heading to Comte to tell him what occurred.

The following day, Comte invites MC out to the garden for a chat. He confirms that the residents are all men of history brought back from death as vampires, and he apologises for Freud’s less than savoury approach at drilling the message in.

”Listen well, ma Cherie. The men in this mansion may be vampires, but they all show restraint. Sigmund, however, is an unusual case. He is prone to frenzies, where he’s so consumed with bloodlust that he cannot control himself. For your own safety, I would suggest having as little contact with him as possible.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #original characters #ikevam marco #ikevam thomas #ikevam freud #I'll make tags for them just in case I decide to do anything more with these guys #I've gotten this far so might as well right? bgedngf #lowkey-highkey thinking of commissioning someone to draw them #I've got outfits in mind for them...tho tbh this picrew had clothes quite similar to what I wanted #we'll see..anyway enjoy my pride and joy vamp bois ^w^

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Faceclaim: choi yeonjun of tomorrow by together (txt)

Name: min sunkyu

Nickname(s): n/a

Age: 1813

Date of birth: july 28, 207

Species/myth/cryptid/etc:

kumiho/gumiho

a nine-tailed fox with transformative abilities. they often take on the likeness of a full human or a human with a pair of fox ears and nine tails, luring unsuspecting humans in through primarily seductive means to feast on their liver and/or heart. kumiho own yeowoo guseul, which are beads that consist of knowledge and are the main source of a kumiho’s energy; they are also used to absorb others’ energy. yeowoo guseul can be stolen and used to provide power and knowledge to whomever takes it. it is said that a kumiho may become human if it can abstain from eating humans for a thousand days.

in sunkyu’s case, he harbors the ability to transform from his human likeness into his true form of a nine-tailed fox and anything in-between. he may also change any of his skin-deep features and mimic the appearance of others, though not entirely; there will always be something inherently foxy about his appearance no matter who it is he mimics, and it is typically attributed to sharp eyes or teeth. he is also stronger than a human and possesses sharp nails that can extend to act as claws if need be. on the subject of yeowoo guseul, he owns a good many and typically wears twelve of them as a bracelet on his right wrist; he uses them just as others would to absorb energy from others. they take the form of small, bluish-white beads that resemble pearls. lastly, sunkyu is able to communicate with foxes quite easily.

Weaknesses:

yeowoo guseul are just as much of a weakness as they are a strength. should any of them be stolen from him, he’ll experience a feeling of fatigue in proportion to the amount of beads missing from him (i.e., losing two would make him feel very tired and drained for somewhere between one and three days, whereas losing four would make him feel that way more intensely and for much longer). if sunkyu were to lose all of his yeowoo guseul, he would become weak until he either acquired some form of energy equivalent or died.

sunkyu must be careful of what — or who, rather — he eats. while he can carry on a normal omnivorous diet just like anyone else, being a kumiho means that he often ventures beyond that. humans are all fair game, though he is unable to properly digest certain other species. any species devoid of a heartbeat or with odd genetics that prevent the formation of human-like blood cells and organ structures fall under the category of difficult to impossible to digest, and it would make him sick to attempt consuming them.

although he can hold himself over for around six months with only the energy he gathers from his yeowoo guseul, sunkyu will feel a sense of hunger that increases over time if he doesn’t feast in that time frame. should he go for a few years this way, he will feel extremely weak and, eventually, become so hunger-driven that he is willing to consume whomever is around him at the time.

dogs (including species similar to dogs, such as wolves) are sunkyu’s worst nightmare. they can pick up his fox-like scent, and (although he’ll seldom admit to it) he’s quite uneasy around them.

as kumiho are of malignant nature, those empowered by faith or of pure disposition (i.e., angels) are able to see through his illusions.

Favourite song or quote: queen of broken hearts by blackbear

Residence: azurite 4

Occupation: nurse at jeonseol hospital

Personality:

(+) outgoing, witty, adventurous, charismatic

(+/-) cunning, confident, observant, noncommittal

(-) vain, deceitful, somewhat fickle and selfish

Background:

as a red fox in the forests of the southern korean peninsula, sunkyu’s lifespan should’ve lasted somewhere around five years. his recollection of that time is sparse, remembering only short snippets of hunting, burrowing, and growing ever older as his pack would die out time and time again. he remembers his behavior gradually becoming odd to the foxes around him; although this species isn’t known for hibernation, he became so bored with his repetitive life that he would sleep for hours on end — hours turned into days, days into weeks, and weeks into months. surely, that must’ve been the beginning of his consciousness evolving.

one day, he awoke from what must have been a three or four-month-long slumber to the foxes around him sniffing insistently; they seemed concerned yet still able to distinguish him as one of them. sunkyu was just as confused as the rest of them at first, only realizing the clear differences between himself and his pack upon standing up on not paws, but feet. and surely, that must’ve been the beginning of his being evolving.

the shift in his physical and mental state was not accompanied by anything grand; he had no one to guide him on his new life, and, at first, he simply tried to live with the pack just as he had done before because it was familiar to him. through this, he gained an understanding that he could shift from the form of a fox with nine tails to a more human one. however, he couldn’t understand the insistent feeling of hunger slowly consuming him. no matter how much he ate with the others, he never felt full. this feeling is what led him to finally venture to see humans that traveled to busan’s outskirts. it wasn’t that he had never interacted with humans, no— at times, humans would come into the forest he and his packs occupied, but he had never interacted with one so directly. at first, it felt odd to appear as a human and speak with one, but the closer he became to them, the hungrier he felt. from there, it was as if his body knew exactly what to do — and in turn, his mind consciously acknowledged it and learned. although he doesn’t remember the occasion any longer, it was the time he began to understand what he wanted and how to get it.

throughout countless years after this, he stayed at the forest’s edge and tempted unsuspecting humans to consume them in the end. he learned how to use his yeowoo guseul to further sustain himself, continuing on like this until boredom threatened to consume him and reports of missing persons gathered heftily to the point of humans no longer freely exploring the forest he inhabited. when the humans became too sparse and the boredom too frequent, he decided to move on.

he began to participate in human life, moving to busan and parading as the species he so loved to consume under the name of heesung. countless more years passed like this until history repeated itself; heesung became bored of his surroundings, and far too many people were being reported as missing or dead. in the end, he moved to miryang, and then from daegu to andong, from andong to jecheon— and so on. it wasn’t until he began yet another life in seoul under yet another name (minsoo, this time) that anything of note occurred.

life in seoul was different; the city was large and opportunity often hit him square in the face. the humans there interested him, and over a thousand years of life brought him the knowledge he needed to pursue them in a way that wasn’t as abrupt as nightly seductions. he decided to attend seoul national university due to the large population of students in the city, and he was beyond tricky enough to get in and enroll in one of the longest programs: medical school. he lived as a student just as anyone else, sometimes venturing out at night to catch a meal off-campus only to come back to his dorm before the next morning came.

at university, minsoo was a social butterfly that kept up good grades and paid for tuition through the money he’d stolen over the years from his victims. when classes became stressful, he ate more and found solace in the human friends he’d made as well as his visits to forests near the han river. by his fifth year at university, he found a girl he cared for dearly; for him, such a feeling was foreign but far from unwelcome. jihye was a medical student just like him, and she carried an air of maturity and charisma around her that was enthralling. the two would often study together and do trivial things such as getting coffee or food, but minsoo found every activity pleasurable so long as she was there. for once, there was a human he didn’t want to consume; he wanted to live with her and carry on his life alongside her.

they became college sweethearts and fuel for one another, and minsoo was so taken by her that he resolved to do his best to become what she was: human. they went through medical school and graduate school together, and minsoo did his best to ignore the nagging hunger constantly dragging him down; the happiness he felt with her was far more important to him than whatever weakness was slowly but surely consuming him. “i’ll become human and never feel this hunger again if i hold on a little longer,” he’d tell himself. if only he knew it would take a thousand more years for that to happen, he’d understand his struggle was hopeless in every possible way.

in the end, minsoo couldn’t keep the promise he’d made to her or to himself. his promise of a long, happy life with jihye was broken the very night hunger overtook him. these memories are so far suppressed in his mind that the only recollection he allows is jihye’s shocked face upon seeing the minsoo she loved so profoundly sporting fox ears and nine tails, and her shy smile as she told him that it was okay, she loved him anyway. “they’re cute. they fit you,” she’d tell him, yet silence and the smell of blood hung thick in the air only a few hours later. the full realization of what he’d done only settled in the next day, with her corpse slowly beginning its decay in his apartment. that was the day he fully gave in to the nature of a kumiho once more; he noted his efforts as useless as sadness and anger set deep into his heart.

the short-lived frenzy he went into after jihye’s passing was brutal, to say the least. he’d begun work at a hospital alongside her, and he continued going to work without her. questions of her whereabouts were met with lies of “i don’t know” and “she hasn’t been talking to me lately.” to a certain extent, everyone around minsoo and even minsoo himself knew the things he said had no possibility of being true; he cared not for that, though. he locked it away in his head and allowed himself to become reckless at his job, consuming brain-dead and hopeless patients even if a part of him knew it would end badly for himself.

lo and behold, it did just that: hardly a week of this passed before he was caught. the humans called him a monster, and rightfully so; what kind of nurse would consume patients?

minsoo did the only thing he could at that point in time: he fled and threw away his life in seoul in an attempt to bypass the repercussions of his actions. he threw away his name, his connections, and his physical form for the longest time and made a home in a forest as far away from seoul as possible. he went back to living as a fox, sporting nine tails as the others around him only sported one, and avoiding humans altogether beyond going out to seduce and later consume them whenever hunger arose.

and again, the fox found his life becoming boring and repetitive. he couldn’t live this way, especially not with a more advanced consciousness than the foxes surrounding him. he found that interaction with others was something he needed lest he become lonely and bitter, yet he also found that living with humans again held the potential for history to repeat itself. what was he to do, then?

it took hardly any deliberation after the knowledge of jeonseol found him for him to decide living there would be the best option available to him. jeonseol would be a safe haven where he wouldn’t have to consistently disguise himself, and so he adopted the name of sunkyu and made his way there. his past work as a nurse in seoul made it easy to work at the hospital in jeonseol so long as he ignore his bitter memories. the potential life he could make for himself here far outweighs going back to the humans’ domain, at the very least.

Any wanted connections?: n/a

#m:accepted #fc:choi yeonjun

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goldenagedfollies · 4 years

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Chanel Tartin profile

「 "Je ne te fais jamais miséricorde, sauf si tes intentions sont comme les miennes." 」

("I am never giving you mercy, unless if your intentions are like mine.")

~♤♡◇♧~♤♡◇♧~♤♡◇♧~♤♡◇♧~

Dorm: Pomefiore

Fighting type: Neutral

Name: Chanel Tartin

Nickname: Madamoiselle Tartin, Chanel-san (noted by some students other than pomefiores) Chanel-sama (ocassionally)

Adèle (her past life name, german for "nobility")

Year: 3rd year, Class C, seat 12

Birthday: November 2nd

Age: 20

Height: 180cm

Dominant hand: Right

Origin: The country of Louvria

Club: Cabaret/Art club

Best Subject: Business, fashion designing

Hobby: Comparing/collecting fashion and makeup brands

Bad with: Being understanding

Favourite food: Hors d'oeuvres, Champagne

Disliked food: Liver

Special skill: Magical shape shifting (wax figure sculpting/molding is what she's extremely good at with this) scent tracking for anything, including humans and animals

Inspiration: Parisian fashion and famous brands like Coco Chanel, Gabrielle, and Dior (Traits similar to the character "Captain Dubois" from Madagascar)

~♤♡◇♧~♤♡◇♧~♤♡◇♧~♤♡◇♧~

Personality: Independant by nature, she has an excellent taste in fashion, but has trouble speaking english due to living a life in a parisian society before attending Night Raven College. She may be seen as a calm, mature lady on the outside; however, she can be completely snobbish and strict from the inside depending on how many errors there's to be made by any Pomefiore students. When there is one, she would do whatever she can to correct the mistake by force with no exceptions; for it is all for making the requirements of the dorm run smoothly.

Her desires consist of wanting to be recognized as a supportive and orderly-mannered instructor of the french arts and haute couture designs.

Extra Info: Her past life self used to live in a rural area of France until she made efforts to develop her appearance and social graces. It became a success until she strangely got shot by someone on a night of "the devil's hour."

*Young Adéle (Chanel's past self) during her transformation before (left) and after (right)

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #pomefiore #chanel tartin #twisted wonderland oc

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thepaperpanda · 5 years

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Forever Hungry || Eddie Brock x Reader

Summary: Venom interrupted something really important, causing a commotion.

Warnings: A bit of smut

Words: 1879

Author: Cass & Rouge

Day was busy and you had a lot of work at your agency. You kept on going only because you knew at evening you were about to meet with your boyfriend, Eddie. However, he was not only your boyfriend. He was first and foremost your boss. Working at press agency wasn't too easy but you managed and you had a great results.

"No, I don't have time for a snack break now, V." Eddie muttered reading some random paper. "Besides, I am not really hungry like now and I AM busy." He said.

"I don't care, we're hungry and we want that nice chocolate bar from machine like yesterday. If you won't provide it, we'll eat your kidney or liver," symbiote said forming itselt next to Eddie.

Its sight fell on the large window in Eddie's office when you were passing it by.

"She's nice," Venom added.

"First of all! Hide yourself. Second, you can't demage me because where you will find as great host as me. And the last thing…," Eddie looked at the window to catch a small glimpse of you. "Yes... Yes she is," he sighed. "A bit," Eddie added suddenly, shrugging.

Venom formed a hand and blew a hit into back og man's head.

"You're really a loser, Eddie, trust us, we'd love to eat ya, so we'd be able to seek for another host, maybe this time we'd be lucky enough to not get onto someone...," symbiote looked for a proper words, his huge eyes looked right in Eddie's. "Some macho, not a piece of turd."

Symbiote hid into Eddie's body again but he spoke into his mind.

"Don't be a dumbshit, we good know what you think of her. We can help you with getting to her panties, loser."

"I wanna remind you that I already did that! By myslef," Eddie growled. "I can't believe that some…," he looked for a right word. "Cosmic parasite is calling me names."

~~~~~~

After another hour of working Eddie let out a loud sigh.

"Okay... Let's go to machine and get something to eat. Are you happy, V?," Eddie asked, getting up from his seat.

"No. Now we'll stick that bar up your ass," symbiote snorted in man's thoughts.

When Brock got on the corridor and to the snack machine, you happened to fall on him while walking with pile of documents you were needing at one of your cases.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, Eddie! I didn't see you! What a mess!," you mumbled crouching and starting to gather files.

"Move your stupid ass, turd," Venom said to Eddie.

"Shut up you parasite," Eddie muttered quietly and his attention immediately went to you. "Don't worry, Y/N. Let me help you."

Eddie started to help you pick up the files.

"So... Why you have that much stuff on you? I don't recall giving you that much work," he said with a worried and confiused tone, looking trough papers and files.

You tilted head with carefree smile on your lips.

"I think I found a nice case, apparently some people stated they've seen an alien. Reports come from all the city, different places. And, well, they even started to call this thing a hero, it chases some criminals, y'know?," you explained and frowned. "Hey, Ed, you look pale, everything's alright?"

"C'mon, cowboy, say something or we'll eat her head," Venom grunted.

Eddie complitly ignored Venom's word.

"An alien? This isn't a New York, sweetheart," he gave you a fake laugh and pointed on one of the papers, he read it at loud. "'I saw a big black thing chasing a car thief' - Really? This sounds more like some kind of urban legend," Eddie said trying his best to pull your attention away from Venom subject.

"Maybe, who knows. I think I'll investigate a bit. Maybe lurk around my district and try to catch something?," you said more to yourself. "Just imagine those headlines: ALIEN IN SAN FRANCISCO or ALIEN FOR THE RESCUE. We'd sell more than our standard print-run!," you seemed to be very excited. "But enough about work," you said putting files onto nearest desk to wrap arms around Eddie.

Eddie rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you.

"Yes, enough about work. I am done with work for today. Wanna come to my place, order some food and watch a movie?"

"Sounds like a plan, pal," you said happily. "Just give me 15 minutes, I'll finish my work and clean my desk, we can meet on the parking lot," you proposed.

"Sounds like a plan," he repeat happily after you nodding, then he ran to his office to grab his leather jacket and two helmets. He quickly went to the parking lot.

"You see, V? I don't need your help," Eddie said being proud of himself. "Kiss my ass, parasite. I will fuck her so hard tonight that she will scream my name," he said zipping up his jacket, looking around.

Venom formed his head in front of Eddie's face and looked at man with pity.

"With that small piece of sausage in your pants? For sure, Eddie. Live in a dream."

"At last I have a dick," Eddie commented and smiled as he saw you. "Heeey there, gorgeous! Ready for a ride?," he asked and pat his motorcycle.

"With such a bad boy like you, Eddie? Always!," you ran to him and eagerly put the helmet on.

"Well than, hop on, girl," Eddie said and gave you ass a smack.

Ride with Eddy was fast and prabobly dangerous but he got both of you home saftly.

~~~~~~

The evening went nice and slow.

Eddie ordered your favourite meal and you two watched a movie together.

"You aren't asleep, sweetheart?," Eddie muttered kissing side of your head. "The movie is over."

As you were leaning over his chest, you smiled lazily.

"It's so comfy here that I don't want to get back home, babe," you told him.

"C'mon, you turd, get her to bedroom, we want to see her boobs," Venom formed itself and peeked into your decoultage from above.

"Shut up and get the fuck up! You distract me," Eddie growled quietly at Venom and laughed at your words. "Well, I have few ideas how we can extend this fun time," he said as his hand moved over your stomach.

You turned head to him in such a moment that Venom already vanished.

"Oh, do you?"

"I think you do, too."

Smiling, Eddie pulled you on his laps.

"You look so tasty today, you know?," he purred before kissing your jawline and moving down to your neck and cleavage.

"Yes, she does and her skin smells do good that we'd like to eat her alive now," Venom said in man's mind.

You rolled head, caressing Eddie's stomach through his shirt, slowly slipping hands under his shirt.

"I love your tattoos though," you said.

Eddie rolled his eyes at Venom's words.

"I know. I love them too," he said proudly and removed his shirt so you can have a better look.

"And I love your body," Eddie said and moved your shirt up your stomach to place few kisses there.

"Stop!," you giggled and messed his bangs. "You're so quick today, Eddie."

"I am always quick. Besides, I missed you so much, Y/N," man looked up at you.

You smiled at him and got off his lap, grabbing his palm.

"I hope you won't fuck me on that old couch, huh?"

Eddie followed you.

"I can fuck you anywhere you want," he said and quicily picked you up to take you to his bedroom.

Eddie kissed your neck walking with you to the bed. He laid you down and looked at you.

"How is this possible? You look even sexier now," man growled and moved down, placing kisses wherever he only could.

You smiled at him and easily get off unnecessary clothes, exposing your body to him.

It wasn't first time when he saw you naked so you were sure of yourself.

"Get her, tiger," Venom joked. "We can help ya with licking."

Eddie smiled and followed you doing the same thing.

"I love you, Y/N," he purred before kissing you, his hand moved down your body to your soaked pussy. Eddie circled your clit before slipping two of his fingers inside you.

You wrapped arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. After moment you rolled on top of him and straddled him, simply slipping his already erected cock into your pussy.

"Easy, easy, Eddie, or you'll cum and it's gonna be end of play!," Venom laughed.

Eddie let out an annoying sigh and grabbed your hips.

"You don't like to wait, don't you?," he smiled at you and gave you one hard thrust.

"No, I don't, and you as well," you whispered leaning down to kiss his jaw while rocking your hips in steady pace. You rode him for a longer time, letting him play with every part of your naked body.

"Eddie, you dumbshit, we're hungry," said Venom to man.

"Shut you!," Eddie growled and started to move his hips faster, holding your waist tightly. "Fuck, sweetheart. You're gonna make me cum."

You also were nearing your peak when Venom formed itself right next to Eddie, glaring angrily at man's face.

"HUNGRY, YOU DUMBSHIT, WE'RE DYING FROM HUNGER!," then symbiote turned its head toward you. "Hi, Y/N. You look tasty."

You screamed loudly and fell back off Eddie, landing on the floor and hitting your head at night table that stand next to bed.

"Eddie! Don't move!," you yelled pulling on the sheets to cover yourself. "I'll grab the knife, don't move! Fuck!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, VENOM!," Eddie yelled and sat up. "For fuck's sake can't you see we were in the middle of something!" He looked at you. "No, no sweetheart... Don't. It's okay, this is the worst moment but… This is Venom. He lives inside me, he is a parasite, and apparently the alien you wanted to look for," Eddie explained as quickly as he could.

You laughed nervously, pulling sheets tighter around you and moving slowly to door of the room. "Parasite... I told you to not eat that kebab last time," you said.

"Kebab parasite? You're out of mind, woman? We're Venom, not a fucking parasite, dumbshit, don't call us that next to that lady, she'll think bad things of us!," Venom said to Eddie.

"It talks... Eddie, it talks... I go... I know. I'll call a vet. Maybe it's kind of... I...," and it was when you fainted, right in a threshold.

Eddie looked at you and than at Venom.

"Thank you so fucking much, V! You ruined my orgasm and you killed the only woman that want me! And yes, you are a parasite! You threaten to eat my insides every day," Eddie growled as he got up to quickly put some pants on. He walked to you. "Y/N... Sweetheart. Come on. Wake up," Eddie said patting your cheek.

You opened eyes slowly only to see Venom's head right next to Eddie's.

"Oh God," you whispered and fainted again.

Venom sighed.

"We fuck your orgasm, Eddie. Now, move your ass to the fridge. We bet there still is that piece of fried chicken from last dinner."

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chaoticspacefam · 4 years

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These are too much fun, I’m sorry if they’re annoying I love doing them sjkhgdyudgyud

I was tagged by @a-muirehen (thank you! :3)

And of course I’m doing Saarai first XD

*Disclaimer/reminder: that my ficverse is CANON-DIVERGENT, so while I’ve tried to stay as true and accurate as possible, the dates (and people involved) are not 100% the same as the official canon, particularly where the pre-Valkorion Empire and his takeover of it are involved. If this bothers you, my fic and my blog are not for you and I ask you to politely scroll past, thank youuuu :3

I forgot to write down a full timeline for myself (d’ooohhh Elven) so I’m still working on it, but I sat and worked out the math for the dates that are mentioned here so they shoouuullddd still be somewhat plausible - though they are still far off from the “canon”. I know. That’s why it’s marked canon-divergent :P

GENERAL name : Saarai Ahaszaai alias(es) : Rai to family, partners and close friends, Lord Rubrum (formerly), the Eternal Empress gender : Female age : Born Autumn, 3739 BBY (110 as of Onslaught in 3629 BBY) place of birth : Medriaas, Wild Space spoken languages : High Sith, Sith, Basic, Huttese sexual orientation : Bisexual, polycurious occupation : Sith Heiress → Sith Lord → Odd jobs/Single parent → Eternal Empress (in my ‘verse the Empress is not the DS option and the Alliance has both an Empress and a Commander, with a Council of trusted Advisors to help them agree on a final decision. Saarai (eventually after dealing with Arcann/Vaylin) controls the Throne and the Fleet whilst Vano, the Commander, manages recruitment and tactics among other things!)

APPEARANCE eye colour : Sulfur yellow hair colour : Dark scarlet height : 6′ 3″ / 192 cm scars : A thin one across the bridge of her nose, and another cutting diagonally across her lip. Several claw-like gashes across her neck and collarbones (don’t ask how she got them, she won’t tell you. Don’t try and touch them, either.) burns : Eventually gets a saber burn through her heart, in a confrontation with Tsâhis’ brother in the Zephyrverse AU (the wound itself very nearly killed her, now it’s just a reminder for her to be careful when she’s fighting), in the Subterfugeverse a smaller burn across her shoulder where Senya’s saber clips it during the confrontation before she and Arcann escape overweight : Yes. But she’s just very bulky, it’s all muscle. Good luck trying to move her if she doesn’t wanna move lol underweight : No

FAVOURITE colour : Dark blue music genre : Somewhat all over the place, she listens to a lot of things, though she’s quite selective on the content of said songs. Tends to like a lot of folk-y type music, as it’s the sort of thing she used to sing to Ty when he was a baby/toddler to calm him down when he got particularly upset. Old Sith lullabies are another one, but those aren’t likely to be in the main music chain, she still remembers the ones her mother used to sing to her and her sister when they were hiding on Rishi movie genre : Anything with a (found-)family-centric plotline, doesn’t mind the occasional thriller but tends to prefer movies with happy endings. Gal’s been through a lot, she don’t like anything too morbid. tv show : Not a particular follower of any series or genre, but she does sit on the Imperial News networks a lot in the hopes of glimpsing some news on any of her family members, after the Alliance is formed and they’re reunited however she does take to watching documentaries (particularly on ancient Sith “culture”, architecture and artefacts) with Ni’kasi so they can gripe about how wrong it is, maybe the occasional romcom (though that’s a guilty pleasure and she’d never admit it XD) food : Squill liver drink : juri juice (tends to prefer a non-alcoholic variant of this one. partial to the one made with Rodian blood), sparkwine (though getting that all the way out on Rishi is near-impossible), tarul wine book : Poetry anthologies, believe it or not. Also quite partial to ancient Sith texts, though those are hard to come by in her part of the galaxy (at least until she reunites with Ni’kasi)

HAVE THEY passed university : No had sex : Yes had sex in public : No gotten pregnant : Yes kissed a boy : Yes kissed a girl : Yes gotten tattoos : No had a broken heart : Yes been in love : Yes stayed up for longer than 24 hours : Yes

ARE THEY a virgin : No a cuddler : Only if she really trusts you, otherwise please do not try and touch her for anything other than a polite handshake. She will throw you across the room. a kisser : Yes, though only to those she is in a committed relationship with scared easily : No, only in very specific instances jealous easily : Somewhat trustworthy : Mostly, yes. dominant : Mostly, yes submissive : Generally, no. If she really trusts you not to hurt her, then she might be, but that’s very veeerryyy unlikely to happen in love : Yes single : No

RANDOM QUESTIONS have they harmed themselves : Not directly, but thought about it once or twice thought of suicide : Yes attempted suicide : No (thankfully her sister was there for her) wanted to kill someone : Yes (lookin’ at you, Arcann and Valkorion) rode a horse : Yes, or...one of the many horse-like things that can be found in Star Wars XD have / had a job : Yes have any fears : Yes. Particularly around losing those she cares about (her remaining family, her son, her partner(s)), or unexpected physical touch, particularly in certain places (the scars on her neck/collarbone, for one, any other sort of intimate touch with someone she doesn’t 100% trust)

FAMILY sibling(s) : Twin sister, Ni’kasi (Darth Occulus, alive as of 3629 BBY) parents : D’leah (Mother, killed by Inquisitors in 3689 BBY), Kissai (Father, killed by Tenebrae/Vitiate in 3729 BBY), Abaron and Vowrawn (adopted fathers, after the death of both her parents - Vowrawn is her biological uncle and for all intents and purposes adopted the twins after his sister’s death. Even if neither knew where the other was for many years.) children : Tyûk (son), and in the Zephyrverse AU she and Sash have another daughter, Mait’essh pets : No

and I shall tag (if you feel like it, no pressure! feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like it) @rainofaugustsith , @mercurypilgrim , @stratosara , @anchanted-one , @sunstriderlegacy and anybody else reading this that wants to do it!

#swtor #star wars: the old republic #swtor OCs #tagged meme #OC meme #swtor oc: saarai ahaszaai #i had to put tarul wine as a fav drink #because for some weird reason it's the one companion gift saarai ALWAYS seems to get in drops in-game #so i'm rolling with it #even tho saarai has never once been to naboo in her entire life #XD

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sneakend · 4 years

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Hyvää joulua, @fruzsislangblrstuff !!! I had the honor of being your substitute santa for @langblrsecretsanta this year. I made a list of interesting Finnish Christmas traditions with related vocabulary. And since you like baking I added some Finnish recipes at the end! Hope you have a great year 2020!

♢ food ♢

Casseroles

Casseroles are a staple of Finnish Christmas, enough so that most people get sick of them by December 25th. The traditional Christmas dinner includes casseroles made of potatoes, carrots, liver and rutabaga. My family usually also includes a macaroni casserole even though this is a food that people eat throughout the year. It’s great for kids too since they’re often not that into the other casseroles. Moreover, sweet potato casserole has gained popularity in recent years and I think I even saw parsnip casserole at the grocery store this year.

laatikko = a casserole (the same word also means box so a cardboard box would be pahvilaatikko). The name of a specific casserole can be formed just by adding the name of a vegetable in front of this word, peruna (potato) + laatikko = perunalaatikko (potato casserole) just like in English.

bataatti = a sweet potato

lanttu = a rutabaga

palsternakka = a parsnip

peruna = a potato

porkkana = a carrot

makaroni = macaroni

maksa = a liver

Rosolli

A bound salad eaten mostly as a cold side dish, in particular as part of the traditional Finnish Christmas meal.

Rosolli is made of cooked, diced root vegetables, especially beetroot, carrot and potato, often combined with one or more of pickled cucumber (of either the vinegar or brine type), raw onion and apple. It is often served with a dressing made of whipped cream or a soured cream product available in Finland called kermaviili (being a type of viili made with sour cream), laced with vinegar or the pickling liquid of beetroot, which also colours the cream pink.

My personal opinion is that rosolli is gross but each to their own.

punajuuri = a beetroot

suolakurkku = pickled cucumber (literally “salt cucumber”)

etikka = vinegar

kermavaahto = whipped cream (literally “cream foam”)

Rice porridge (riisipuuro)

A warm porridge eaten with cinnamon and sugar. Can be eaten either as a dessert or breakfast on Christmas. A whole almond is hidden in the porridge and the one who finds it in their bowl gets to make a wish.

kaneli = cinnamon

sokeri = sugar

manteli = an almond

Christmas tart (joulutorttu)

A Finnish Christmas pastry, traditionally made from puff pastry in the shape of a star or pinwheel and filled with prune jam and often dusted with icing sugar. Lately people have also started using different jams or even caramel as a filling for these. Some years back there was some controversy in Sweden over the fact that some people think these pastries resemble swastikas. But not to worry, there are several different shapes one can choose from!

luumu = a prune/plum

Chocolate boxes

These are one of the most traditional (and lazy) gifts year after year. Every Christmas everyone gets at least a few of these, eats their favourites and leaves the rest to gather dust until they’re inedible. Every Christmas the supermarkets have special deals where you get a bunch of chocolate boxes relatively cheap (what’s really cheap in Finland?). The most popular are the ones by Fazer and Panda. Other popular Christmas sweets include green jellies, Julia and Budapest.

suklaarasia = a chocolate box

Glögg (glögi)

A Scandinavian, spiced, usually alcoholic drink, served warm. There are many different types in Finland, including a good selection of non-alcoholic glögg that’s sweet and even fit for children. The prices vary from under one euro to 20 euros (potentially even more). Some people add raisins and almonds to their glögg.

mauste = spice

rusina = a raisin

♢traditions♢

Little Christmas (pikkujoulu)

A Finnish traditional party held to anticipate Christmas. The Pikkujoulu party is non-formal, highly festive, and themed after Christmas. Pikkujoulu parties are held by various communities, organisations, companies, or just among friends. Pikkujoulu differs from Christmas as more free-form and less religious.

Saint Lucy’s Day (Lucian päivä)

A Christian feast day observed on 13 December, commemorating Lucia of Syracuse, an early-4th-century martyr, who according to legend brought food and aid to Christians hiding in the Roman catacombs, wearing a candlelit wreath on her head to light her way and leave her hands free to carry as much food as possible. Her feast day, which coincided with the shortest day of the year prior to calendar reforms, is widely celebrated as a festival of light. Falling within the Advent season, Saint Lucy's Day is viewed as a precursor of Christmastide.

Saint Lucy's Day is celebrated most widely in Scandinavia and in Italy, with each emphasising a different aspect of her story. The Finnish celebrations have been historically tied to Swedish culture and the Swedish-speaking Finns. The St. Lucy of Finland has been elected since 1949 and she is crowned in the Helsinki Cathedral. Local St. Lucies are elected in almost every place where there is a Swedish populace in Finland. The Finnish-speaking population has also lately begun to embrace the celebrations. (Santa Lucia)

marttyyri = a martyr

pyhimys = a saint

seppele = a wreath

valo = light

Declaration of Christmas Peace (joulurauhan julistus)

Christmas Peace is a tradition based on old Scandinavian legislation created by Birger Jarl in the 13th century, extending the tradition of the Truce of God. Offenders who committed crimes on religious holidays like Christmas were given harsher punishments. The Declaration of Christmas Peace has remained in Finland where it is an essential part of the Christmas tradition.

Declaration of Christmas Peace is announced in several Finnish cities on Christmas Eve. The oldest and most popular event is held at noon at the Old Great Square of the former Finnish capital Turku where the declaration has been read since the 1320s. The Turku declaration has been broadcast by the Finnish Broadcasting Company since 1935. (on YouTube)

julistus = a declaration

rauha = peace

Kauneimmat joululaulut

Literally the most beautiful Christmas carols. An annual event organized by and held in local churches is numerous cities before Christmas. People gather to sing the most beloved Finnish Christmas carols and have a chance to donate money to a charity. The event has become an important Christmas tradition to a lot of people and many attend even if they aren’t religious.

kaunis = beautiful

laulu = a song

kirkko = a church

Heavy Christmas (Raskasta Joulua)

A music project from Finland founded by Erkka Korhonen. Raskasta Joulua have recorded traditional Christmas carols and Christmas hits in a Heavy metal style. Their albums and tours have featured appearances of many notable Finnish metal vocalists. Raskasta Joulua have toured every year since 2005 and the 3 concert tour has become an annual tradition. (on YouTube | x | x | x)

Depressing Christmas carols

Many of the most beloved FInnish Christmas carols are quite melancholy and depressing. Here are some examples:

Varpunen jouluaamuna (The Sparrow on a Christmas Morning) - About a girl meeting her dead little brother who visits her in the form of a sparrow. (on YouTube)

Sylvian joululaulu (Sylvia's Christmas Song) - About a caged bird that can never return to its homeland. Zachris Topelius who wrote the original poem opposed the custom of trapping birds and piercing their eyes so they could be used to attract other birds. (on YouTube)

Konsta Jylhän joululaulu (Konsta Jylhä’s Christmas Carol) - About a little child visiting their mother’s grave on Christmas. (on YouTube)

Christmas sauna

You absolutely can’t have Christmas without sauna! It’s common to clean the sauna before Christmas and to use candles and lanterns to create a cozy atmosphere. It is also possible to buy a frozen vihta/vasta (a bunch of leafy, fragrant silver birch used to gently beat oneself) in some stores and thaw it for Christmas. Moreover, in Finland elves aren’t limited to Christmas elves but it’s believed that every sauna has its own elf that takes care of it.

♢items♢

Candles

Though candles are common in many places during Christmas, in Finland one should visit a graveyard during Christmas Eve to either light a candle or to simply admire the hundreds of candles already burning. For the Finnish independece day on 6th of December many also buy special blue and white candles (the colors are the same as in the Finnish flag).

kynttilä = a candle

hautausmaa = a graveyard

Poinsettia

This is a very popular Christmas flower in Finland and can be found in nearly all stores that sell flowers in December. It is called joulutähti in Finnish, which literally means Christmas star. People often gift this to others during Christmas. Hyacinths are another common Christmas flower and stores sell them in many different colors.

kukka = a flower

hyasintti = hyacinth

Elf door (tonttuovi)

A tiny decorative door through which the Christmas elves can wander. These are a rather recent craze in FInland but every year it’s possible to find more and more acessories for elf doors in the stores. There are tiny mailboxes, snowmen, sleds, presents, lanterns, Christmas trees, brooms etc. It’s possible to make an elf door by yourself, to buy one you have to paint or to get one that’s completely ready to set up.

ovi = a door

tonttu = an elf (like a Christmas elf, not Legolas)

kelkka = a sled

lumiukko = a snowman

lyhty = a lantern

Advent calendar (joulukalenteri)

Though many Finns swear by the traditional chocolate advent calendar, other options have become available in the recent years. There are the ever popular tea, toy and cosmetics calendars but also ones for cats and dogs, calendars filled with fishing equipment and the most Finnish of all, a salmiakki advent calendar. Additionally, this year an ice cream calendar was released by Vanhan Porvoon jäätelötehdas. Nokian panimo also created a beer calendar consisting of 24 000 beer cans and costing 48 000 euros.

salmiakki = salty liquorice

jäätelö = ice cream

kalja/olut = beer

♢tv♢

Santa’s hotline (Joulupukin Kuuma linja)

A tv show shown every Christmas in which children can call Santa. People can also send Christmas greetings through email and they are read during the show. In between the calls different Christmas themed cartoons are played. (on YouTube)

The Joulukalenteri

Finnish for "The Christmas Calendar"; the English word "the" is part of the name, making it approximately "The The Christmas calendar". It was a 1997 Finnish television miniseries produced by MTV3 that was broadcast again in 1998, 2007 and 2017. It was based on the Danish series The Julekalender from 1991. The series came out in December 1997 with one episode per day, concluding on Christmas Eve. It’s still popular to this day and caused nightmares for me when I was a kid. (Different advent calendar shows for children are popular in Finland but this one’s aimed at adults.)

Santa Claus and the Magic Drum (Joulupukki ja noitarumpu)

A 51 minute long Finnish-Hungarian animation released in 1996. The story is based on a 1995 children's book of the same name by Mauri Kunnas. The movie has been recorded in Finnish, English (British) and Swedish. It was made for TV broadcasting and was first shown on Christmas Eve 1996, and has been broadcast on YLE TV2 nearly every Christmas Eve since. (on YouTube)

joulupukki = Santa Claus

noita = a witch

rumpu = a drum

♢recipes♢

Christmas

potato casserole

carrot casserole

rutabaga casserole

macaroni casserole (I’m vegetarian so I always make this without eggs and replace the meat with soy)

rosolli

rice porridge

Christmas tart

More Finnish pastries

Runeberg torte (Runebergin torttu) = a Finnish pastry flavored with almonds and arrack or rum. It usually has raspberry jam encircled by a ring of icing on top. The torte is named after the Finnish poet Johan Ludvig Runeberg (1804–1877) who, according to legend, regularly enjoyed the torte with punsch for breakfast. Runeberg tortes are typically eaten only in Finland and are generally available in stores from the beginning of January to Runeberg's birthday on February 5.

Pulla = a mildly-sweet Finnish sweet roll or dessert bread flavored with crushed cardamom seeds and occasionally raisins or sliced almonds. Typically coated with egg wash and then sprinkled with white sugar or almonds.

Semla = a traditional sweet roll associated with Lent and especially Shrove Tuesday. Today, the Swedish-Finnish semla consists of a cardamom-spiced wheat bun which has its top cut off, and is then filled with a mix of milk and almond paste, topped with whipped cream. The cut-off top serves as a lid and is dusted with powdered sugar. In Finland, the bun is often filled with strawberry or raspberry jam instead of almond paste, and bakeries in Finland usually offer both versions.

pancake (pannukakku) = Structurally, the Finnish pancake resembles a hotcake, and is baked in an oven instead of using a frying pan.

Karelian pasty (karjalanpiirakka) = traditional pasties or pirogs from the region of Karelia. Today, the most familiar and common version has a thin rye crust with a filling of rice. Mashed potato and rice-and-carrot fillings are also commonly available. Butter, often mixed with chopped-up boiled egg (egg butter or munavoi), is spread over the hot pasties before eating.

spoon cookies (lusikkaleivät) = Lusikkaleivät are Finnish "spoon" cookies so named because they are shaped with a spoon. The inside of the spoon cookies is filled with a berry jam, either raspberry or strawberry.

mocha brownies (mokkapalat) = perhaps the most common treat in every child’s birthday party.

#christmas #finnish #finland #langblrsecretsanta2019 #langblr

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depressedlemonsstuff · 4 years

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Random Talk

Topic: Tokyo Ghoul

[SPOILER FREE]

Tokyo Ghoul was my 3rd Anime that I've watched and I must say, the story was well done up until the 3rd season.

It's basically about a guy named Ken Kaneki who lives in Tokyo. The story led us into an emotional, dramatic and also heartwarming story. The story is really 10/10 until the end of season 2. Season 3 they changed up the story in a way that I felt only disappointment. It just wasn't my taste.

So if you never watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might wonder what Ghoul means. Ghouls are people who cannot eat human food. If they do, they get sick and disgusted. They are only able to eat human flesh. Ghouls also have unhuman powers such as sharp tails and incredible health regeneration.

Would I recommend it? Of course! This anime has really hit me in the feels. I felr excitement, sadness and happiness at the same time, this anime is definitely one of my favourites!

[SPOILER]

Tokyo Ghoul started real good in the first episode already. It wasn't the typical boring stuff, where you just get to know the main character and the basic story, but there was action already and a lot of excitement under just 20 minutes.

Ken goes to a cafe with his best friend Hideyoshi or just simply Hide. Ken sees a girl named Rize and goes on a date with her after Hide leaves. Little did Ken know that she was a Ghoul ans was planning on eating Ken,but that plan failed after they went for a walk and as she tried to eat him a pipe fell on her and she died (which was kinda dumb because Ghouls shouldn't die from that, since later in the series they are surviving shots and even getting stabbed is nowhere near to kill them)

Ken also fell unconscious and was brought to the hospital where the doctor just replaced his liver with the one Rize had. That's how Ken became half Ghoul and half human.

As the story progresses he gets into a friendly Ghoul group who guide him how to live his life now, since he can only eat human flesh.

Later on Ken goes through torturing as he is held as a hostage and that puts him to a stage where the wholesome and cute Ken, becomes a careless, dangerous person. His black hair turns into white as a signal that his mentality changed and he became a different person who is not able to feel any pain.

The white haired Ghoul, Ken Kaneki, joins another group of Ghouls and goes killing people to survive.

At the end of season 2 his friend Hide 'dies' where humanity was fighting against Ghouls with all their manpower in Tokyo. It became a warzone but in the end, Ken sided with the normal humans and season 3 started with brainwashed Ken working for people and his new name was Haise. He couldn't remember anything and his hair turned half black and half white.

After some missions where he was told to kill dangerous Ghouls he slowly got his memory back. That's the point where it started becoming uninteresting to me and I stopped paying much attention. Ken needed almost one whole season to get his memory back and it became boring in my opinion.

Tokyo Ghoul is still one my faverites and I really do recommend it! One more thing, it has one of the best opening songs EVER.

#SoundCloud

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winesvein · 4 years

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50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

Thank you, @yngwiemalmsteens~ :3

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Dark gold.

2. Name a food you never eat:

I’m no longer as picky as I used to be, so this one is kind of giving me trouble to really consider. But maybe... certain kinds of fish? Like trout. Not very fond of it.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Usually cold -- my body temp is irregular because of health reasons. ✨

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Trying to reach someone’s heart, because I love them, and I wanted to remind them that I’ll always be there.

5. What is your favourite candy bar?

The dark chocolate version of almost everything. I really love dark chocolate.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

Yes -- horse racing.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

“Diplomacy is paramount. No state is an island, in the metaphorical sense, and the longer this continues, the further we’re risking our national security, and I’d go so far as to suggest our viability as a state at all.”

8. What is your favourite ice cream?

Mint choco chip~!

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Cold milk.

10. Do you like your wallet?

I do -- it’s a simple, black wallet, given to me by my mom.

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Breakfast, lunch & dinner in one -- which was baked mac and cheese, with veggies and stuff. I say all three in one because I got up at like.. 4PM, and had exactly one meal for the entire day. Since I’ve been home, I pretty much haven’t eaten 3 full meals -- one big meal, and I snack on fruit and stuff throughout the time I’m awake.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Nope.

13. The last sporting event you watched?

LCK.

14. What is your favourite flavor of popcorn?

Light butter or HELLA butter and there is no in-between.

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

Kitten! It was a text of me whining because he was being tsundere.

16. Ever go camping?

Yes, when I was a toddler, and I only remember so much, but the memory brings warm feelings, so it was definitely a good experience.

17. Do you take vitamins?

I take cod liver oil capsules for my hair and eyes.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

No. I stopped going when I was about 7. I made the decision, and my family respected my wish not to maintain a faith; they still do.

19. Do you have a tan?

Nope. My complexion is already an envious light tan.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

...how can I choose?? I love both. ;-;

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

8/10 times, yes. If I’m out, I use a straw. If I’m at home, I might use a reusable one -- but that tends to be when I’m like.. at my desk and working and snacking at the same time? A lot of the time, I’m really using the straw as a swizzle stick, when I’m at home.

22. What colour socks do you usually wear?

White. I hardly wear socks though. :v

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Sometimes~?

24. What terrifies you?

Ignorance. Incompetence. Helplessness. My primary motivation is to make the unknown known.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

The night sky.

26. What chores do you hate?

Laundry, kind of. I’m lazy about putting my clothes away when after.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Hugh Jackman, because he’s bae.

28. What’s your favourite soda?

7up. I really like crisp, lemon-lime, so.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?

Usually the drive-thru. If I’m out with friends, we’d probably dine in.

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?

At this point of answering, my baby sister (making sure she got her dinner).

31. Favourite cut of beef?

Sirloin, maybe. I’m not a huuuge fan of beef.

32. Last song you listened to?

Altered by Chromerafs

33. Last book you read?

The Woman Destroyed by Simone de Beauvoir.

34. Favourite day of the week?

Thursday / Friday / Saturday.

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Probably if I was focused on doing it, yeah.

36. How do you like your coffee?

Iced, but still somewhat rich. If you hadn’t already noticed, I don’t usually go for sweet things.

37. Favourite pair of shoes?

My sneakers, and my pumps. My sneakers because I can go anywhere in them, and I don’t have to worry about them not being able to take the heavy wear. My pumps because the sound of my heels against the floor is the sound of power. And they add a different touch to my formal attire.

38. The time you normally go to bed?

3 to 5AM.

39. The time you normally get up?

9 to 11AM, depending on what I have planned for the day.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

Sunset, because night follows.

41. How many blankets on your bed?

One.

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

Simple, white plates, with a blue trim.

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

Double Vodka, on the rocks, with lime.

44. Do you play cards?

Yes!

45. What colour is your car?

White.

46. Can you change a tire?

Probably not without minor distress, I think. :v

47. Your favourite province?

Well, I don’t live somewhere with provinces, so I don’t know that I can answer this one.

48. Favourite job you’ve ever had?

Cheerleader. You need someone in your corner to hype you up? I’m there.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

Tug of war with a glass bottle. 5 stitches on my left index finger.

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?

Kissed them, albeit virtually since we’re in quarantine.

#tag game

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queen-of-seventeen · 5 years

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My favourite drug

So my posting date was yesterday and I did post it on ao3, linked to my artist and all, but I also wanted to share it here on tumblr for everyone who didn’t see.

ao3

the art by my lovely artist who was a wonderful person to work with and bounce ideas off and shoutout to @thespacebetweenworlds for betaing this and calling me out on rythm, word choice and plot. You’re an angel.

Also thank you gabriella for making @aftgreverse and moderating, this wouldn’t be here without you!

Andrew washed his hands. First rinsing with water. Top, heel, between the fingers. Then with soap and rinse it all. He never missed a spot. He didn’t feel like trailing blood everywhere he went. Not today, not ever. If only Aaron hadn’t forgotten the beeswax again for his hands. His skin wasn’t keeping up with all the washing.

Done.

He stepped out of the room. This should be the end of his work day. He’d have to make dinner for Aaron and prepare for Nicky’s visit from Germany. He should give Katelyn the week off, he didn’t know if he’d given her a break since he hired her years ago. Nicky could take over some tasks and Andrew would be off work a bit more. His cousin was at least notorious in that.

Andrew was already getting a headache when he thought about it. He didn’t hate his cousin but like was too strong a word. At least Erik and his hot chocolates were coming also.

The family of his patient hugged him when he told them their husband and father wasn’t going to die. Why did people feel the need to hug strangers? It was nauseating. Too bad he couldn’t stab them, it wouldn’t do his reputation good. He did have to be a “good” doctor in the end and not kill anyone. Like the man who had lain on his table.

Would he react the same way if it was Aaron or Nicky on that table?

No. He hadn’t cried like that after Aaron’s accident. He just had to crash the GT, hadn’t he?

He told the family that they would be updated by a nurse from now on and Andrew’s day was over. Besides, nurses did more work than he did, he just had to cut people open and stitch them shut. Easy deal.

Someone screamed outside. Probably a woman who would barely make it into one of the delivery rooms. Nothing for him to do. He made his way to the staff room when someone called his name. It was Boyd. He worked at the ambulances and was always too curious for his own good.

“Hey, Andrew, we kind of need your help? Someone has to stitch up Neil and he won’t let anyone but you do it.”

Andrew remembered Neil. He never forgot anyone, but least of all that auburn haired man that could always be found near Boyd. And if people knew little about Andrew they knew nothing about Neil. Which might be why Neil had picked out Andrew to stitch him up. The young man was full of dumb reasons.

Andrew waved a hand to make Matt follow him to an exam room with Neil.

“You’re doing it?” Matt asked. His jaw dropped and he ran a hand through his hair. “I mean great. Please do it quickly. I have no idea how much blood he already lost. Some freak outside stabbed him and he doesn’t even want to take his shirt of so we can put pressure on it.”

Another thing about Neil that didn’t add up. Andrew followed Boyd to one of the smaller examination rooms. He made Boyd wait when he went inside. The glass matte to keep from onlookers.

Neil looked up when Andrew walked in. Andrew’s face turning into a scowl. “You really had to be helpful today of all days?”

Andrew raised an eyebrow and got his supplies from the different drawers. Needles, thread, antiseptics, gauze. From the still spreading blood stain on his arm. He spread them out on the small table and leaned back on a stool. “I get paid to stitch you up.”

Neil remained silent. His eyes flitted to the door and back. Flighty little thing, wasn’t he? “I can stitch myself up.”

“Everyone here can stitch you up.” Not a lie. They all went to school for some form of medical programme. Andrew was certain that only a couple of the desk clerks didn’t know how to stitch up a simple wound or put a couple swallows on them until someone else came to close the wound. “I have a proposition for you. Either I let you stitch it up yourself, wait until you faint from blood loss then still do it myself and hook you up to an IV.”

Neil turned white. “Or? I only heard one option.”

“You let me stitch it up and you can be out of here in a couple of minutes with doctor patient confidentiality, of course.” Andrew crossed his arms. He missed his knives. Too bad they couldn’t go with him into surgery. He could just as well incapacitate Neil with a scalpel.

Neil stilled before taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

Neil took of his coat. He didn’t seem bothered that Andrew wasn’t helping. Andrew was almost certain that neither of them wanted to get close to the other right then. Neil with his reluctance to be helped and Andrew just not wanting to be touched after surgery when he could still feel the blood under his nails.

He had washed his hands right?Rubbed them raw under the streaming water. Top, bottom, between the fingers. Then with soap, top, bottom, between the fingers. Rinse again. Rub them in with beeswax or hand lotion. Take better care of yourself, Andrew. You’re useless if we’re both stuck in wheelchairs.

Andrew blinked twice before he rolled his chair closer to Neil. His skin was pale and sweaty. Not attractive. Not at all. Neil stayed quiet as Andrew numbed the skin and picked up the needle. He didn’t flinch when Andrew stuck it in. “Staring.”

Neil hummed but didn’t look away. He didn’t look at his arm either. He was lucky that the knife hadn’t gotten stuck in one of the bones.

“I didn’t think you would agree,” Neil mused. “Everyone is always saying that you stick to yourself. That you only got in because you know the shrink and stuff.”

“And you believe them.” He said it like a fact. He knew that was what others said about him. One of the nurses, Renee, told him about it during their sunday brunch.

“I like getting my information from the source.” Neil didn’t ask anything else. He kept quiet for a bit. “This is the first time I’m getting stitched up by someone who isn’t family.”

Andrew fought not to react and tied off the thread. His fingers tied the bandage without touching Neil’s skin again. Tight, but not too tight. See Aaron, I know how to tie a bandage.

Neil cocked his head a poked at the bandage. “You’re already done.”

“I don’t waste time.” He started cleaning the equipment and threw out the needle. “Keep it clean but don’t get the wound wet under the shower. If you have any questions, but I doubt the hospital would make hiring decisions that bad, you can ask one of the nurses on the third floor.”

“You work on the third floor?” Neil’s eyes widened. They were too blue to be true. Maybe someone had slipped something in Andrew’s drink and he was making this all up. Like he made up half of his teenage years before Aaron came into the pictures. All the good memories fell under that category.

“Kevin never told me that he works with you.”

“We don’t.” Neil stayed quiet. “We both have our own team. Kevin is the best neurosurgeon this hospital has. My office is on his floor but I work in transplants and amputations.”

“What if I’d come to your office for advice on how to clean this?”

“I get paid to humor everyone with an appointment.” Andrew was finished with cleaning. Why didn’t he leave? Why hadn’t Neil left already? He should be gone. Should go up in smoke. Gone. Out of Andrew’s sight. “Make one and you’ll see what happens. I’m leaving.”

Andrew didn’t look back when he left the room. He certainly didn’t think he should get Neil’s phone number. It’s not like he’d need it for anything. Not like he wanted to speak to Neil or any of his stupid colleagues again.

A surgery is a series of complex steps to make sure you don’t accidentally kill someone for a service they asked of you. In other terms: People ask you to consensually stab them in places where they’ll survive.

In this instance Andrew had been needed to do a liver transplant. The woman who got it was lucky. Some guy before her on the list had drunk alcohol. Stupid mistake. There’s only so many rules for a transplant and he messed up an obvious one.

The lady of the transplant hadn’t drunk even once in her life she said. Andrew had no reason to believe her but the blood test came out clean so it was good enough. Good enough for the hospital and good enough for Andrew to stab her in name of his brother. Minyard. How did he even get settled with such a stupid name? With a dumb twin and a dumber cousin who was sleeping in their guest room with his kid and husband from Germany.

Why was family important enough to come visit so far? Andrew wouldn’t do that.

He poked his mashed potatoes with a fork. The texture was wonkey. It wasn’t smooth like it should be and Nicky would be horrified at the bland taste. How unfair life could be to get paid so much but still have such lousy food. He doubted that prison food tasted better. Even with perfect recall, tastes were always difficult to remember.

Like that one piece of chocolate he filched of a younger foster sibling, or the cookies he hoarded before they would cut off his dinner. He deserved better. He might be an angry midget but everybody deserves food. It might be why going to med school in Aaron’s place wasn’t that bad. He already had the credits and Aaron was his motivation letter. This way he could save someone in the same way he had failed his brother.

Telling himself it was just a car accident was both a lie and the ugly truth. Andrew knew what tempered breaks looked like and that Aaron was never supposed to drive in his car. If the police hadn’t found the guy responsible, Andrew would’ve killed him with his bare hands. Nobody touches the people Andrew promises to protect. Except for that time.

The chair opposite of him made an awful screeching sound before Neil sat down. He had to grace to flinch. A steaming ceramic cup warmed his hands. The last remnant of winter had probably seeped in his clothes during his shift.

Why was Andrew thinking of this? It must be the blue eyes.

“I got an appointment,” Neil said. “During lunch hour because you have real appointments of course but I know you still get paid during breaks. Kevin told me.”

Kevin was a traitor. Andrew knew that already. Kevin always had to talk to other people and complain about Andrew. When he wasn’t complaining about Andrew, his apathy towards mistakes, and his poor social skills, he was complaining to Andrew about people. Now Andrew would feel bad for those people only he didn’t like those people and zoning Kevin out mid rant was part of his poor social skills. Now that he was looking at Neil he noticed some things. Neil was a short, flighty, redhead. Which was part of the description Kevin had given at the beginning of his rant. Some stupid red headed midget who always claimed the trackmill in the gym.

Andrew would ask if that’s how Neil knew Kevin. But that would imply Andrew was interested in it. He wasn’t. Not at all.

“I don’t think you have an appointment right now,” Andrew said. “For one, I’m eating and didn’t ask for you to be here.”

“I didn’t see anyone else sitting in this chair.” Neil grinned and ran his finger over the rim of his mug. A real mug with what seemed to be real hot chocolate, with milk, not water.

“The chair’s reserved for my doppelganger. Ask him if you see him.”

“There could never be two of you.”

“That’s just a lie. How did you graduate if you don’t know about twins, triplets, quadruplets, need I go on?”

Neil cocked his head and smiled. He ran his fingers over the rim of the mug again. “How hard must your parents have had it with two of your personality.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. He watched the smile slip as Neil looked over his shoulder.

“I have to go.” He stood up. The mug still on the table. He hadn’t drunk from it even once. “Matt’s signaling.”

“You’re forgetting your drink.”

Neil looked back over his shoulder, that damn smile back. “I never liked hot chocolate. Consider it a thank you.”

Andrew’s fingers wound around the mug, lukewarm by now, to throw it at Neil’s head. He didn’t do it. Only because he needed this job. Needed the big sums of money to keep paying for Aaron’s care. For Katelyn and the wheelchair, the special shower, all the medication and physiotherapy.

He took a swallow as he didn’t watch Neil walk away. Didn’t watch his ass like he was back at Eden’s with his brother at his side and his cousin on the dance floor down below.

When were Nicky and Erik coming over again? He still had to hire somewhere to clean the house. Someone to pick up the cigarette buds and empty bottles. He never noticed if Katelyn threw them out or not. He didn’t like to spend time at home at all.

He should visit Bee again. See if she could figure out what was going on in his head. He wasn’t able to. Not now. Not when his life was catching up to him.

He would have to figure that out soon enough, but not when he was a mess. Not now. Not now.

Home was a mess. Everything was dirty and Andrew didn’t want to clean everything. Even if Nicky was coming that evening. Andrew and Aaron were going to pick them up in a couple of hours. He couldn’t believe he had taken two whole days off for Nicky. Aaron would be able to entertain him way better.

Aaron leaned forward out of his chair, almost sliding out. His fingers just touched the knight enough to scoot it a bit.

“Be careful,” Andrew snapped. “We should’ve sat at the kitchen table.” That way he wouldn’t have to pick his brother up from the floor.

“I told you, I like the view better here. It’s a great garden. Katelyn offered to plant some flowers. You know it being spring and all that.”

“Bulbs have to be planted in the winter. We wouldn’t have tulips if we had to wait for Katelyn to plant all of them.” He didn’t like Katelyn. Didn’t like how she pried in all the cupboards when he already told her where the meds were. How she insisted Andrew had to clean more because it was better for Aaron.

He didn’t need a stranger in his bathroom. It was his bathroom, his bedroom, his home, his brother. The only reason she was here was because Andrew was living Aaron’s dream. He could’ve been FBI or CIA or just a regular cop by now. He had studied for it in the first years of his college education.

Then came the car. Andrew became a surgeon and Aaron was bound to a desk at the newspaper two days a week. He was a better writer than he first thought, at least. Imagine all the threats they’d get over false news otherwise.

Aaron leaned forward again and this time actually managed to move the knight without knocking over the whole board.

“You’re setting yourself up to lose.” What was his brother doing? They had played together for years now. Aaron knew what a losing move looked like.

“If I can win from this position I want you to do me a favor.” Andrew looked over the rim of his reading glasses. Contacts were for work days, and the dates he couldn’t go on anymore.

“No,” he said. It couldn’t only be bad if Aaron was asking that of him. Maybe someone at his work asked him out out of pity. The guy that can’t walk, only has so many fingers. Must be fun to see if he can get it up, right? He wouldn’t allow for someone to use his brother like that.

“You didn’t even hear what I want to ask of you.” Aaron let his wheelchair bump into the table before he moved a piece.

“I said no. I won’t do you anymore favors.”

“When have you ever done me any favors?” Andrew could almost imagine his twin standing up. He always wanted to be taller when he got angry. It was why Andrew stayed seated in the low chair.

“The last time I did you a favor you got yourself hit by a car and destroyed mine, remember?”

Aaron visibly flinched and sunk down in his chair. “I wanted you to drive me to a restaurant, okay. Katelyn asked me to try out some icecream with her.”

“You want to go on a date?” Aaron nodded. Andrew folded his hands. He had to say no. He had to protect his brother. Protect him as if they were thirteen again and Andrew was the only thing between Aaron and his mother’s hands. Between Aaron and another hit. “If Nicky is still here by then you can get him to drive you.”

“Is that a yes?”

“You’re thirty-two. I’m not driving you.” He stood up. His hands itched for a whiskey he hadn’t drunk in years. They didn’t mix well with Aaron’s meds. He could almost taste the burn in his throat.

He grabbed water with ice instead. A second glass already in his hands filled with lemonade before he thought of it.

The stool felt warm and gross when he sat down again. Why didn’t chairs ever just feel neutral?

His fingers moved his queen in reach of Aaron’s knight. He knew he was setting himself up to lose also. Aaron gave him a look like he understood. He could never. He had never given up the last shreds of what he wanted for someone just because he made a promise. Aaron never kept his promises anyway.

It took ten more minutes before Andrew’s pager went off. Buzz, buzz. He reached for it in the same moment that Aaron got him checkmate. The queen was gone and Andrew had nowhere to go.

Emergency. Ambulance incoming in 20 minutes.

Aaron looked chagrined. “Hospital?”

“I could ask them to page Kevin.” Andrew took a sip from his drink.

“You could save someone’s life.”

“Or end it.”

Aaron gave his brother a cold look. “You’re going to save them. I’ll call Nicky to drive Erik and him over here or I’ll call Katelyn and she can take us to and from the airport. We both know she doesn’t have much other patients with the amount you pay her.”

“I wasn’t the one who said I couldn’t have more than three sports cars.” This didn’t improve Aaron’s look but Andrew’s mood went a bit up. Today was supposed to be their brother day after all and the surgery was messing it all up. “Call Katelyn. See if she still likes you after meeting Nicky.”

He pulled on his coat and closed the door before Aaron could reply. His brother was going to get his heart strings pulled. No big deal. It wasn’t like their agreement was still running. Aaron had broken it one to many times. And Bee said it was time to let things go. They were both thirty-two after all.

The Maserati wasn’t his normal work car but he needed to be there quick. The nurses and other surgeons on his team were probably already prepping the room. He still had to dress and clean. He was too slow.

His feet pressed on the peddle a bit more.

The doors slid open in front of him and he didn’t remember half of the trip there. That wasn’t a good sign. It was never a good sign when he was losing time like that. He should get it checked out. There probably was an explanation for and Bee wouldn’t put it in his report if he asked it during a friendly dinner.

The blue scrubs he wore were still clean. His head was still full. There was so much that could be happening at the moment. What if his patient had already died in the ambulance. Then he’d have left Aaron alone for no reason.

Andrew let someone pull on his gloves. It was long ago that he didn’t dare pull his arm guards off but they weren’t hygienic enough for a surgery. He had no choice. No choice but to almost flaunt all his scars to his team. He saw Renee in a corner. The blatant lie that she didn’t want to be a surgeon. He knew she’d had the training. He knew that she only became a nurse because she got more contact with people that way. It was why the boss was so reluctant to give her a raise, fucking Joan of Arc didn’t care for it. Stupid.

In the end a surgery was just as much the use of the right equipment and team. Andrew knew he had both.

It was a surprise for him when it turned out that he hadn’t known everything from the start. He knew it had been a car crash. Look out for internal bleeding, for ruptured organs, for anything. He hadn’t seen the blood at the start. It was a body, there was blood everywhere, always. Robin was good at suction and watching over abnormalities and he was glad Jack had been transferred to Kevin’s team.

There was more blood than planned. At the bottom under the liver there was a small gap. A rib had punctured it and nobody had told him. He’d have told them how low the chance of succeeding was if they had. Now he had to save the dickwad on his table because someone else forgot to tell him stuff.

No time to think. He had to act. To save the man.

He did. He did save the man. Barely. He wasn’t sure how much of the spine was messed up during the drive, the stretcher, the man handling and the surgery. He could’ve just messed up the man’s chance at walking. Not his fault. Not his fault. Not his fault. He told himself.

This is nothing like Aaron’s accident. He had no control over Aaron’s accident or surgery. Aaron was already done for before the medical team arrived on scene. It was a miracle his brother was still alive. If Andrew believed in miracles. He didn’t. Miracles were for the hopers and the hopeless. He was neither. Faith was a waste of his time and had never gotten him anywhere.

It had only gotten his hopes dashed. A very visual imprint of you don’t deserve this . He hated it.

The steps at the back door were cold. The only time they were warm was when your butt would melt into one of the steps themselves. At the moment they just turned Andrew into a popsicle. It wasn’t good for him to sit there. He might get a UTI or some other disease from the bacteria that lingered there. The bacteria that would seep into his lungs and might finally make an end to his misery. Long ago he had thought it was his time to go. The world hadn’t agreed with him. Instead they’d tried to take his brother away.

He hated the world and the people in it.

He pulled his last packet of cigarettes out of his backpack. The flame already leaving the smoke he so desperately needed in his lungs. Starting to smoke had been a mistake. A mistake from 13 year old Andrew. Now he had to live with it. He craved the ashes on his tongue as much as he craved control. Maybe becoming a surgeon hadn’t been so bad an idea. He now controlled life and death after all.

Who was he kidding? It was awful. He much preferred singling out murderers and criminals faster than any other in his class. Yet another thing taken away from him.

He blew out the smoke, watching it cloud his sight of the Maserati. The car bought from his first big paycheck. The others had all gone to Aaron. No. No more thoughts of Aaron. He let the smoke billow around him before inhaling again. Let the smoke fog up his mind and cloud his judgement.

His thoughts became fuzzy. He needed fresh air. Clean of the nicotine to keep him alive. Bee would tell him to breathe.

“You’re a smart man, Andrew. You could do everything you want. Yet you follow your brothers dreams.”

But Betsy was a fool. She didn’t know anything of Aaron. Mostly because Aaron didn’t want to talk to the psychiatrist. She also didn’t know of their little agreement to look out for each other and stick together. One that Andrew was slowly loosening up as he let Aaron go out for a single date. Okay, he did it because Nicky would be nagging too much otherwise but still. Andrew would put his brother in first place even if he only ever got second, or third, fourth on a bad day.

Stupid.

The door opened with a whoosh and slammed shut. Andrew glanced sideways to see Neil sit down on the steps a careful arms length away. He always seemed to do that. Staying a careful distance away. Hmm, what would Bee say about him? He should ask her during their next lunch. As far as Andrew knew Neil wasn’t a patient so Andrew should be able to ask her.

He blew out a big plume of smoke before locking his gaze on the Maserati. He could feel Neil staring, those big blue eyes burning. Andrew allowed himself one more sideways glance. Neil was sitting on his hands. Andrew was barely able to stop himself from wondering about those strong thighs. Damnit, maybe he shouldn’t have given up Roland those years ago. He could’ve gotten a decent fuckbuddy out of him.

“Staring,” Andrew said. He put the cigarette down. It didn’t taste good, nor did the one after that. He had three left in the package before he gave up. It wasn’t a good time for smoking anyway.

Neil hummed. “Looking at you is better than Matt’s face. He gets these big sad eyes every time I tell him I haven’t done something.” When Andrew didn’t react he went on. “Like ice skating, or to the cinema, taking pictures for your own apartment. I didn’t even have an apartment before this job.”

Andrew looked at Neil as he leaned over his knees. Neil’s hair lit up in the early evening sky. It made him look like a fire and Andrew was the one getting burned if he kept at this for any longer.

“My mother left my father when I was eight,” Neil continued his monologue, “both of them died before I was eighteen. Lived in England for a while. Got my drivers license. Lost it again. Got it again in America. I’m very determined to not lose it a second time. Maybe keep to the speed limits a bit better.”

Andrew snuck glances at him while he rattled on. They were small bits and pieces about Neil’s life and while they seemed logical it didn’t add up to the person he tried to be. The Neil who was friends with Boyd. To be friends with Boyd you had to either be a puppy or as close to it as a person could be, or a kicked one. He was beginning to think Neil was the latter.

“I’m thinking of a getting a pet,” Neil said. “Matt says I should get a dog. It could go on runs with but to be fair I don’t want it to chew up my couch.”

Neil caught Andrew’s eyes and smiled. Too sharp for a puppy. He grabbed Andrew’s cigarettes only to get the matches out. It sparked and the flame lit up his eyes. A strange blue, not yet grey but very light. Like a midsummer sky back in California. It made Andrew dislike him a bit more. That the sunset set Neil’s hair aflame did not help his case. It looked brighter than the fire of the matches. He looked more addicting than the nicotine. Neil would probably kill him faster.

Andrew squashed down the small bit of want that went with his thoughts.

“Would you like to come with me to the shelter?” Neil asked.

“No.”

“Okay. I’ll ask Dan. She’s a bunny person so at least I won’t end up with something like a snake. No good memories of those in Australia.” Neil scrunched his eyebrows. “Or maybe not. I should take Allison and get her to buy all the toys for me because I won’t be spoiling the pet enough.”

“A pet is a bad decision. They need attention and you work irregular shifts. We all do. You can’t care for others like that.”

“I could if I wanted to. Something like a cat doesn’t have to be taken out. Although you might be right with all the litter.” Neil leaned back on his hands and looked up to the sky. “My break is almost over. Can I leave you here or should I get someone to stay with you?”

“Need to get home. Cousin is staying over for the week.” Andrew huffed. “This was supposed to be my week off. They owe me a night.”

“If you’re not here who will stitch up my wounds?” Neil’s smile was almost as blinding as his hair or the shine in his too smart eyes. Andrew wanted to punch him. Hard. Right across those cheekbones.

Andrew didn’t get why Neil was still sitting on the cold steps. Why he hadn’t so much as blinked when the flame had reached his fingertips. He was an enigma. A problem. Something Andrew wanted to solve. Somehow he thought he might be better off not trying.

Neil had to stop being so interesting.

Only, his brother was going on dates now . Bee would say to give it a try. People aren’t distractions. They’re a support system if you give them the chance. But he did have a support system. Aaron, Renee, Bee and Nicky, even if Nicky knew just about nothing. He didn’t need a fifth person to come into his house and eat his ice cream.

His hands itched for another cigarette and before he could deny himself Neil was already holding one out.

“I know what it feels like to be addicted to something. For me it’s running, and sometimes that’s more dangerous than a pack of cigarettes.”

Andrew took it and ignored the shiver down his spine when Neil’s fingers touched his. He ignored the burn of two blue eyes. Ignored the questions for the redhead. Ignored it when Neil said bye and jogged to the ambulance.

He ignored all the strange crawling feelings in his stomach until he got home and got distracted by his cousin and brother who had been waiting up for him.

Nicky, Erik, and Aaron were sitting in the backyard when Andrew came home. Nicky grinned when he saw him. A glass of wine in his and Erik’s hands, an untouched one in Aaron’s. Alcohol didn’t go well with his medication.

Andrew bypassed his cousin to pluck the glass away from his brother and drank it dry. Maybe not the smartest move as he hadn’t drunk in months either. “No more wine for Aaron. We quit drinking years ago.”

We. We. As if they had grown up together. As if they had those weird twin coincidences like being allergic to the same food or being able to read each other's minds through osmosis. Aaron didn’t like his twin enough to allow for that much. Andrew had started to care too much over the years that he wanted it. Like he never wanted anything but to keep his brother safe.

Nicky moved from his chair to Erik’s lap. His fingers disappearing in blond hair. Curly, like Neil’s, only Neil was a wildfire and Erik was a firefighter. He’d squash down the easy wit that bordered on antagonism. Andrew couldn’t have one. His only two joys in the hospital were tea with Renee and Bee and watching Neil burn someone to the ground.

He had to stop this. Had to stop looking at Neil and thinking of Neil. Had to stop anything to do with Neil. Next time Andrew would let him bleed to death at his front door.

He sat down in the chair Nicky abandoned. The wicks poked his back. Aaron always forgot the pillows. Apparently Nicky didn’t even assume they had them. As if he hadn’t been the one to raise Andrew during his teenage years.

“How was work?” Erik asked. His voice was much lower than anyone else in the backyard. If he hadn’t had such a pretty face and Andrew hadn’t had years of therapy he would’ve punched Erik at the associations his voice brought up.

“Nobody died. I’m still employed. Kevin is still the jerk who gets paid more than I do. ‘Best surgeon in South Carolina,’ don’t make me laugh.”

Aaron’s lips quirked up and Nicky was beaming. It wasn’t often Andrew made a joke. At least not a joke that didn’t border on antagonism.

Erik tapped Nicky’s thighs before making them both stand up. “I’m happy you like your job, Andrew. It will lessen Nicky’s grey hairs. Can’t have Camilla not recognizing her dad.”

Camilla was their six year old. They had adopted her back in Germany and she was tolerable for a little kid, Andrew presumed. Totally terrified of the wheelchair one second and fascinated the next. Too bad she wasn’t able to come as she was the funnest of his relatives but it was only her second year in elementary so Erik’s mom was watching her.

The couple wished the twins a good night before retreating inside of the house. It was quiet for all but a minute before there was a loud crash and a scream - surprise and pain. Nicky came running outside, eyes wide.

“Erik broke his arm. The bone is poking out and all. And… shit, fuck, our health care doesn’t cover american hospitals! Oh my god.”We don’t have money for an ambulance or health care outside of Germany.”

Andrew heard Aaron calming down Nicky as he went inside the house. Erik was laying at the bottom of the stairs and Nicky had been right. That was a bone. But no way in hell was Andrew calling an ambulance for a broken arm.

Andrew grunted. Hopefully the big lump didn’t have a concussion or any other unnecessary trauma, but there was a big chance that Andrew could help his cousin in law. He crouched and took the pen light out of his shirt pocket. It helped that he’d gone straight into the garden from work. It wasn’t like he normally changed into sweaters when he got home. He never knew when he would be called in again or if Katelyn was coming over.

“Look right, look up.” He gave a couple more orders and checked his neck and head before letting Erik sit up. Both Nicky and him said he hadn’t hit his head. Just a poor fall.

“We have to get you to the hospital to set your arm. I haven’t set one in a while but I know someone who does. I can ring her up.” He looked up at his cousin and brother. “I’m taking Erik. Can the two of you stay at home. Get some tea into Nicky. Erik and I will be back in an hour or two depending on Renee and the amount of available rooms.”

Nicky nodded and helped get his husband off the floor. Erik’s arm was put in a sling made out of two kitchen towels. They put him in the car and Nicky didn’t even threaten Andrew to bring his husband back safe or to not kill himself on the road. Maybe he finally started trusting Andrew some more. He definitely hadn’t finally gotten a brain.

Andrew dialled Renee during the car ride. He was steadily ignoring Erik’s stare and focusing on the road and on getting a room and personnel ready. If only someone on his own team was used to setting bones. But no, they were all stuck with the knowledge of how to cut open a living body and close it before it died.

Useless knowledge. For anyone that wasn’t a surgeon or encountering life threatening situations that is.

Renee met him at the door and let Erik straight into a room to get pictures taken. She was good at this. It was one of the reasons he befriended her at first. The second was that she was less stupid than his other colleagues. Renee came in with the pictures and started explaining the wound. Andrew saw Erik nodding, almost as if he was either going to fall asleep or faint. He pulled a chocolate bar from his pocket and handed it over without diverting his eyes from Renee. He absolutely did not see the grateful look when Erik ripped it open with his teeth.

She set the bone like it was her job. Which it was. In the end it only took her forty-five minutes for everything and send them off with an order for Andrew to buy him a coffee.

They sat down at one of the tables with gross, steaming cups. Erik was texting Nicky the news. There was probably some other stuff in there that Andrew didn’t want to know. He’d had enough of their sex life during their college years. Phone sex was not something you wanted to witness. Especially not when it’s your cousin.

Andrew felt eyes burning into him. From two sides. One was Erik who was trying to talk to him. Even if Andrew was close to passing out from a tough work day and having to drive his cousin back to said work. The other pair of eyes were from Neil. He was looking almost thoughtful and started coming over.

Andrew almost started believing in Nicky’s god just so he could pray for Neil to stay away.

Of course it didn’t work. Neil stopped next to the table and smiled. Andrew had seen that smile. Had almost walked into a wall because of it. Still he hadn’t had it turned on him ever before. He would’ve fallen out of his chair if he wasn’t Andrew Joseph Minyard.

“Hey, Andrew. I thought you’d gone home.” He bit the inside of his cheek. Andrew did not notice that. At all.

“To your boyfriend,” Neil added hastily.

Erik started laughing spitting his coffee back in the cup to keep from choking on it. Andrew just grimaced. That was gross. He had to admit Nicky didn’t have a bad taste in man but the thought of dating Erik left a bad taste in his mouth.

“I live with my brother. My cousin and his husband came to visit from Germany. This is his husband.”

“Guten Abend, Andrews Cousins Ehemann. Wie geht’s Ihnen?” Neil adressed Erik in fluent German.

Erik responded back in German. A lesser man than Andrew would’ve been shocked out of his mind. He never would’ve thought that Neil could speak German. Especially that well. The only reason Andrew could were because of Erik, Nicky and Camilla. He didn’t expect the little girl to speak English after all. He’d rather her learn Spanish anyway. Even if Nicky’s Mexican mom was a bitch she was less so than her husband, so her language should come first in her repertoire.

Andrew drank the last sledges of coffee before cutting into the conversation. “Nicky will start bothering me if I don’t get you back soon.”

He stood up and pulled on his black coat. Neil’s eyes didn’t so much as roam his body as train his eyes on Andrew’s face. Especially his mouth and his own eyes.

“You owe me a cigarette,” Andrew simply said before dragging his cousin in law out. He didn’t miss the quirk on Neil lips nor the one on Erik’s. He also pointedly ignored Erik’s questions about Neil and how much they saw each other. If they worked in the same department. He didn’t say anything.

At the end of the ride Erik had stopped asking and Andrew had started thinking that Neil might be more than just an itch he’d wanted to scratch. Neil was more interesting than Andrew had expected and he didn’t like that thought.

Nicky and Erik were almost set to go home. It’d been a little over a week already since Andrew had seen Neil in the hospital that night. They’d smoked behind the building on some days when their breaks coincided but Neil hadn’t said anything about the German. Andrew knew he wouldn’t. Not until Andrew asked and he wouldn’t. Neil had the right to his secrets. The same right Andrew had to his own.

Nicky was trying to get Aaron to wear a suit instead of the T-shirt. Erik was trying to get Andrew to borrow Aaron the car. Andrew was trying to ignore them.

He didn’t lend out his car to anyone. They only got to ride in it as a passenger. It was the only way he could make sure there weren’t more accidents.

More people like Aaron.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and send a single text.

“Come on, Andrew. Aaron hasn’t had a date in years. It’s only one night that he needs it,” Erik said.

Andrew felt the phone buzz and checked the screen. “I can’t lend Aaron the car. I need the car.”

He stood up and began towards the stairs. “Why do you need the car? You were staying home.”

Erik almost followed him up the stairs and Andrew saw Nicky leaning over the balustrade upstairs.

“I’m meeting a friend.” His face blank. Andrew kept walking up the stairs. He made to swerve around Nicky, it wouldn’t do him well to throw his cousin off the stairs, but Nicky stayed in his path.

“Just a friend?” Nicky asked.

“Is it pretty hospital guy?” Erik followed up. Oh, those two were made for each other alright. Both annoying.

Andrew didn’t answer and went into his room.

Neil probably wouldn’t understand that this was technically a date. Andrew had send him a time and an address with a show up if you want to. A bit ominous but quite Andrew.

He pulled on his normal clothes. Things like his black turtleneck and skinny jeans, his combat boots should be somewhere in the back of the closet. Behind the box of all the old study books he didn’t have to read anymore. They were clothes that he couldn’t wear to work. The clothes he felt most comfortable in.

He almost didn’t bother with his hair. Neil probably wouldn’t notice the effort anyway. Still he did it. He wanted to impress Neil for the not-date. O god. Neil didn’t know it was a date. If the guy was as oblivious as Kevin always implied he might even show up in track pants. Well, here’s for hoping. It wasn’t like Andrew couldn’t leave him in the restaurant if he showed up like a hobo.

He walked down the stairs. Passed his brother, straightened Aaron’s ugly blue tie, and let Nicky pat him on the shoulder. It was a step up from the hugging. Not great, but okay.

The doors shut behind him. Knowing he was coming back there to his brother and cousin was the only reason he didn’t freak out at the change. It had been them, the two of them, for so long- He didn’t know if he liked adding people to the mix. Although he had to admit that Erik hadn’t been that bad of an addition.

Maybe Katelyn wouldn’t be an atrocity either. Neil would probably be awful if he finally figured out it was a date. Maybe Andrew should tell him. Yes, he should. He would. That’s right. Just when Neil arrived, to clear the air between them.

Andrew did not get a chance to broach that topic. He was already sat at one of the tables in the too fancy restaurant when Neil walked in. He was wearing skinny jeans, for god’s sake, and a long sleeved shirt that showed his muscles off too well.

Neil sat down opposite to Andrew and immediately took a sip of the champagne. “Matt said this is a date.”

He took another sip and swooshed it around in his mouth. “That you’ve been eyeing me for a while and I was oblivious.”

“Did he also make you wear those jeans?”

“He did,” Neil smiled, “do you like them?”

“They’re less terrible than your usual attire.”

Neil smiled again. A big, toothy grin that took Andrew’s breath away like a stolen cigarette. Neil put his glass aside and grabbed his menu. “Oh, they haveEscargots, one thing I never want to eat again.”

“Jean from oncology said they are better in France anyway.”

Neil hummed. He closed the menu and tapped his long fingers on top of it. “Tried them there. Didn’t like them. The texture just isn’t for me. I think I’m going with hare steak. Have you ever tried that?”

Andrew shook his head. He picked out his own dish and closed the card. “My cousin made me promise to never eat bunnies. I don’t go back on my promises.”

Andrew looked down at the embossed letter on the menu to avoid Neil’s face.

“You never answered my question,” Neil said.

“You didn’t ask one.” Andrew raised a single eyebrow.

“Is this a date?”

“Yes or no, Neil?” Andrew finally looked up. He found the blue and thought of the hottest part of a flame. Looked at Neil and thought of all the secrets shared on dirty hospital steps. He hoped for an answer and wished Neil would say no. Andrew had been a danger to everyone for years. He didn’t deserve someone like Neil. Someone who gave those secrets away like they were loose change and Andrew was a beggar.

He’d promised himself to never beg again but he thought that he might cave a single please to never find his brother in a hospital bed again.

“Yes, Andrew. I want to be on this date with you.”

Andrew nodded. His eyes back to the embossed letters and his fingers tracing the curves until Neil’s hand came into sight. Close but not touching.

When Andrew looked up the waiter was waiting for his order. “The salmon.”

Neil smiled like he had known what Andrew was going to say before the words had even left his mouth. Andrew didn’t know if he liked it.

Conversation with Neil wasn’t like anything Andrew had with anyone else. It was wild and quiet and outrages and calming and so many different things. Sometimes it was completely silent but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Neither had realized just how used to each other they had become with all those hours.

Hours Andrew got the evil eye for when he got home late for Aaron. He realised they those hours had been worth it. Having conversations with someone who treated him like just another human were worth it.

Someone other than Bee or Renee. Someone he could actually like over time.

If he’d ask the ladies they’d say this was good. In all honesty, and Andrew despised lying, he was terrified. Limiting Aaron’s sexual and romantic endeavours had also meant staying on his own himself. He couldn’t feel sorry for that but he was glad he could feel the fear after all those years.

Was glad to have Neil sitting at the table with him when they already trusted each other.

And if Andrew fantasized that night about Neil’s lips on his he wouldn’t tell anyone himself.

Andrew crossed his legs. He counted to sixty before uncrossing them. Nicky was supposed to be here already. Andrew had forgotten the burritos at home and Nicky had sworn he’d bring them. Andrew had forgotten that Nicky was always late.

Finally the doors opened to let Nicky in. His dark skin looked sickish in the hospital light. Then again who didn’t look ill in a hospital? Maybe Andrew because his completion was already as pale as that stupid Edward Cullen guy.

Nicky didn’t just hand over the burritos and left. He just asked if they were allowed to eat where they sat and started unpacking his bag. He pulled out drinks and food and sauce and-

“Nicky, you said you were bringing a single burrito.” Andrew raised an eyebrow.

“I’m bringing lunch. I’m leaving soon and I’ve barely seen you because of your work. Which great, you’re saving people. I even saw the girl that patched Erik up outside. She said you have a picture of us and our little girl.”

“She’s lying,” Andrew deadpanned. “Renee doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

Nicky started arguing but fell silent. “Is that redhead who I think it is?”

Andrew turned around to stare in the same direction. Neil’s hair was almost brown under the hospital lights but the smile on his face made him light up from within. They stared for a minute. Neil’s laughter echoing through the hall.

His head turned and his eyes fell on Andrew, than on Nicky. His soft smile spread across his face as he waved and started walking over. Andrew wouldn’t have minded it if Nicky hadn’t been sitting next to him. Nicky had in no way brought enough burritos for all three of them.

“Is this the husband of mr. My Cousins Husband?” Neil said. He was just standing there. Right next to him. His hair a mess of auburn curls and his hands hung loose by his side. He looked great, even in uniform. That might even help.

“What are you doing here?”

“I asked first.” Neil smirked and extended a hand. “I’m Neil.”

“You are the date!” Nicky’s grin took up his whole face. “I’m Nicky, grumpy’s cousin. I hear you’ve met my husband.”

Neil nodded. He pulled his hand back a little too quick. Nicky probably didn’t notice. Andrew noticed everything.

“Join us for lunch?” Nicky looked a bit too hopeful but Andrew already knew Neil had to get back to work in a couple of minutes.

“Only if this counts as our second date, or should I just text you an address for tonight?” He was pretty sure that if he lifted his eyebrow any higher they’d disappear in his hair.

“Tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Text me the address and get back to work.”

Neil’s smile was sharp and shark like but Andrew thought he liked it. Nicky certainly did. Andrew didn’t feel sorry when he kicked his cousin over it.

Andrew was waiting in his car. Neil said he’d get there in about ten minutes. Apparently the loser didn’t have a car. He should’ve mentioned it. Andrew would’ve picked him up. Too late for that now. He said Boyd was bringing him. Nicky had said they sounded like high schoolers. Andrew as the cool guy in his car and Neil being brought by his unofficial dad.

His phone rang and the vibrations made an annoying sound in the cup holder. Or phone holder, as Andrew used it. “Minyard.”

“Andrew,” Renee said. “We need you to get here for an emergency, all the other surgeons are unavailable.”

He turned his key in the ignition and drove off. Neil would understand.

“Tell me who and what,” he ordered.

“Young man, no allergies or prior surgeries. There was nothing wrong with him but well-”

“Spill it, Renee.”

“It’s Neil Josten. Matt was driving him to a date and they got into a crash. Matt was fine but someone drove into Neil’s side of the car. There’s some glass shards in his upper body and we’re afraid he might have a collapsed lung.”

Neil. It was Neil. Neil who was supposed to be arriving at that same restaurant in three minutes.

Andrew tried not to think about the similarities between his brother and his date. Tried not to think that Neil might already be dead before he even arrived at the hospital.

Andrew had never gotten to the hospital that fast.

Getting ready for surgery was a blur and it might not be the safest thing to let him operate half in shock. It wasn’t like they had any other choice. Kevin and the other surgeons were all busy or out of the country or too far away to be able to save him.

There were scalpels and blood and flat lungs and almost flat liners and glass on its way to Neil’s heart to stop it before Andrew could save the one person willing to date him. The one person he was willing to date.

Neil had always respected his boundaries and now Andrew was breaking all of his to save Neil’s live. It was worth it. Even if Neil would hate him for putting him on display, at least he’d be alive because if there was one thing Andrew was good at it was saving life. Stitching skin to keep someone from bleeding out and dying on his table.

The surgery took too long and too short and Renee pumped sugary drinks and food into him when it was done to try and get him out of the minor shock. He was a mess and he knew it but he didn’t talk. Couldn’t say anything. Not to Renee, not to Bee, not to his brother and cousin when they came by in the hospital room to see if Neil was doing any better.

Only there were no signs he was getting better. Yes, his wounds were closing, but Neil was still asleep. His right arm and leg still broken and his mind dormant. Andrew hated it every time he set foot in that stupid room.

His reprieve was work. Work and Aaron. His brother who saw Andrew much the same as he had been years ago. His brother who must see that this was no different than when Aaron lay there much the same way.

A car accident. A couple broken bones. A heart so close to stopping that Andrew was willing to give his own. He wouldn’t die to save Neil but the feeling came close enough.

It took a week for Neil to wake up. Andrew was sitting next to his bed, his head propped on his arm as he read.

“Andrew,” a soft voice croaked. Andrew quickly set down his book and moved the glass of water with a straw to Neil’s mouth.

“Spare your voice. You’ve been out for a week. You could’ve just told me if you didn’t want to go on a second date.”

Neil almost missed the quirk of his lips when he said that. It was a sad one.

“I did. Fucker in the other car ran through red. Must’ve.”

Neil was right. Andrew didn’t want to know how he could still remember that.

“Take a nap, Neil. You need to rest.” Neil nodded but moved his hand to grab Andrew’s. “Stay, yes or no?”

“It’s always yes with you,” Neil said before passing out again.

Andrew turned to his book. His heart started beating again. A shade so dark it was almost black. Rotten from years of neglect and disuse. Years in which he was denied love and care. A heart so dark he thought nobody would see through but his friends had grabbed candles and flashlights and decided they would be his light until he found his own. Now there was enough light. Not a lot but enough. Light for his family, for Bee and Renee and now for Neil. Because Neil wanted him to stay. For however long that was Andrew would take it. He would stay for Neil.

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