#this is the healer experience

[whipped-bean]

[astrolavas]

random Hunter headcanon GO!

AHH OKAY one of my random hcs is that hunter's smile is kinda asymmetrical/lopsided/wider on the left side cuz of his scars, especially after thanks to them. i imagine they'd significantly pull on his skin and could even affect nerves and definitely some range of motion, so-

sorta like this:

[sealrock]

How to Carry Your Healer: A Visual Guide

Yes ✅

No ❎

he'll be fine

[thylacid]

my awesome normal girl cervidfall who has no problems whatsoever and has never killed people about said nonexistent problems

[crimeronan]

probably the most accurate way for AU hunter to react to finding out he's a grimwalker would be like

[longest sigh in the world] hOkay.

luz.

i get why you didn't tell me. i 100% understand that you were scared and didn't want to worry me or to make me feel differently about myself. i'm not mad at you about that that's Fine. but also.

luz.

my fuckign MEDICAL HISTORY,

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Ruth Carter Stapleton - The Experience of Inner Healing - Word - 1979

[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

Necromancy? No, cardiopulmonary resuscitation!

Wednesday Addams x gn! healer! Reader

Summary: When the time comes, will reader be able to save her girlfriend?

or

The final battle, but make it angstier

Warnings: Blood, Fighting, Death.

Word Count: 1281

Wednesday’s sword broke into shards. Small pieces of metal landed on the ash-darkened grass, and for the first time since the whole ordeal started, she admitted to herself she didn’t have the upper hand. She hated feeling outpowered, but she would have called a truce if it was an option. She thought dying like that was kind of underwhelming, to be honest. (All this to say, Wednesday felt scared).

Before she could think of her next move, the pilgrim had her pushed into a wooden crate. It took a second for Wednesday to notice that the air was being forcibly sucked out of her lungs by the wizard, and the difficulty to breath was not caused by the sheer impact.

By the time Bianca stabbed the sword into Crackstone’s heart, killing him for good, Wednesday’s body laid lifeless on the ground. 

You stumbled into the scene after helping Enid out with the Hyde. When you saw your girlfriend’s state, you ran even faster to get to her. 

“Wednesday!” You dropped to your knees and immediately set your ear on her chest. You didn’t hear a heartbeat. You looked behind you for a moment, seeing Bianca, and Eugene in the corner, trying to get your shit together and trace a course of action. You didn’t let the shock of the moment set in, and cleared your mind. Your lover’s life depended on it.

You put your hands down in Wednesday’s chest and started performing cpr. Every second blood wasn’t pumping to her brain, her chances of survival decreased.

“Eugene! Call an ambulance!” You saw earlier that he had his phone on him. You looked him in the eye over your shoulder. “RIGHT NOW” He seemed to react to that, and started dialing 911.

You all heard when Thornhill stepped in, a gun in her hand and a threat about to come out of her mouth.

“Drop the gun” Bianca said, a siren song. The professor obliged with an astonished look “Do not move”.

Your hands didn’t falter on your girlfriend’s chest, but had the situation been different, you’d have lurched yourself at your friend for a grateful hug.

Your arms were getting exhausted, you had sweat and rebel tears dripping from your face. Wednesday wasn’t responding to the cpr, but you knew better than to stop. 

It was eerily quiet. No one dared to move or make a sound.

Enid appeared from behind you, covered in blood and full of scratches. She came running to where you were on the ground, and covered her face when she understood what was happening.

Your hands were coated with blood from (what you later found out was) the arrow wound on her roommate’s shoulder, your entire body was trembling from the exertion. Enid started crying silently.

“SHE’S NOT DEAD, OKAY?!” You screamed, way too loud, at her. “She’s okay, she is going to be just fine, I swear” Your voice was trembling, but you refused to break, not until your girlfriend was safe and sound. You had to be strong for her.

Your breath was ragged and no one was saying anything, goddammit! Had they already given up on her? “I-I just have to keep t-the blood flowing through her b-body” Hiccups escaped your mouth, as you started rambling about what your mom taught you about first aid and paramedicine. “In the ambulance, t-the defibrillator.. WHY THE FUCK IS IT TAKING SO LONG?!” 

All your surroundings vanished when you set your attention solely on Wednesday. You were a healer, for fuck’s sake, useless powers if you only could use them on a beating heart. If you could just get her heart to start working on its own…

Arms surrounded you from behind, taking you from your love’s side. Didn’t they see that you were trying to help her? Didn’t thew know that every second was gold, and that her brain needed the blood that you were pumping with the cpr to her-

“LET ME GO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” You were struggling against the person who was taking you from your girlfriend, from your dying girlfriend that needed you right-

“Calm down please, they are helping her” You opened your eyes to find a whole group of paramedics doing quick work of getting Wednesday’s uniform out of the way and, yes, they had a defibrillator.

You hold your breath and watch helplessly as they hit her with the electric shock. “CLEAR” Once, twice, three times until one of the medics holds two fingers against her throat and announces: “We have a pulse”.

It’s like your whole body collapses into Bianca -who was the one keeping you back, apparently- and you start sobbing uncontrollably. Out of relief, fear and fatigue.

You keep crying, whimpering, screaming, and crying again until you get to the hospital and a doctor tells you that she’s going to be alright. 

You don’t notice when the police take Thornhill in handcuffs, or when Weems appears out of the blue and puts some order, or when Enid hugs you like her life depends on it and let’s out a litany of thank yous’, or when a paramedic asks you if you are injured, and lastly takes you and other kids into the ambulance and to Jericho’s hospital.

…

The sun comes up and shines through the window. The thin curtains do little in stopping the light from slipping in and warming everything it touches.

You are softly awakened by a delicate and clumsy hand stroking your hair. For a moment, you think you are in your bedroom, sleeping by your girlfriend’s side, but the smell of disinfectant, the soreness in your body, and the memories of last night flood your mind all at once, and you bolt up, suddenly very awake and alert.

When your eyes meet Wednesday’s half lidded ones, you start crying again. You stand up from the plastic chair and get closer to her face. You caress her cheek, get some hair out of the way. She reaches a hand up and does the same. You hold her hand and bend yourself down to touch your forehead with hers.

A beat of silence passes, both of you taking in the situation and each other’s presence. “I didn’t know you were into necromancy” she half joked with a hoarse voice. You smiled, but started sobbing harder. Your tears fell into her cheeks and her hospital gown. You ever so delicately rested your head into her good shoulder.

“You are not in black” You retort after you calm down a little bit. Wednesday let’s a half hearted grunt. “I’ll tell Enid to bring you more appropriate attire” 

She scoots weakly over in the too-thin stretcher and pats the empty spot for you to lay in. You stand there, going over yesterday’s events.

“Did I break any ribs?” You ask on the verge of tears again. You can’t bear to think you might have inflicted any pain on her.

“You prevented me from having an unacceptably lame death, now come here, I’m not going to ask again” 

You hesitantly and so softly lay down next to her on your side, hugging her stomach, careful of her injuries. “I love you. So much” You whisper out the words you were so scared you’d never get to say to her.

“I love you too, cara mia” She starts to run her fingers through your hair again.

And just like that, you both fall into a well deserved, although shallow sleep. You would most definitely need the rest for when police came asking for testimonies and details of the events. For now though, your hearts were content in each other's company, and that was enough.

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A/N: Yes, Weems survived. No, I won't listen to canon.

I felt like the last episode could have been a little bit spicier, but I loved it anyway.

Expect more of healer!reader with unnecesary medicine facts *laughes mischivously*

Feedback is greatly appreciated, and as always thanks for reading! :D

[leapdayowo]

Talk about current chapters of ftfo below!

So uh, I had a thought that with what happened to Dream getting really weak suddenly. What if the scientist from the Omega timeline try to do something similar to Dream like what they did to Prism in Prism’s multiverse..? Like obviously really concerned about Ink’s fate, but uh… Dream could be seen as the weaker guardian right now that could use some experimenting on to be able to continue to fight against Nightmare… idk just throwing angst potential out there

[twistedappletree]

I’m sorry but sect leader Lan Jingyi making exaggerated faces and imitations of Jiang Cheng every time he’s not looking during a sect meeting is so fucking funny to me, like he’d literally be the most unhinged unprofessional sect leader ever and I’m 100% here for it

[kicktwine]

fray is so intriguing but I’m sure he’s rolling his eyes at me constantly like Just Kill Things. Idiot Cat. You tank like a caster (Ari voice I AM A SPELLCASTER)

[motziedapul]

How controversial would it be if I just casually dropped that one of the babaylan skills Mari learned from her Nanay in Hi Nay is just like.

How to prepare multiple types of herbal abortions.

She knows how to put together the pamparegla and pampalaglag no problem.

[market-board-baron]

These are definitely not based on experience.

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ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ

[cats-of-eden-valley]

thinking about this dude in high school with above knee amputations who was in the wrestling, guy was a fiend. I'm very tempted to base Wormwood (p. Yellow) off that concept

[weirdraccoon]

Professor Hecat: Nicely done, Mr. Sallow. And I need to have a word with you after class, by the way.

Ominis *whispering*: What did you do now?

Sebastian *hurt expression*: Why do you always think I did something?

Professor Hecat *smirking*: Not to worry, Mr. Gaunt. Mr. Sallow is not in trouble. I'm simply curious about his future and career. I'm sure Professor Ronen will talk with you any day now, Mr. Gaunt.

Sebastian *worried*: Damn, that sounds worse than being in trouble.

Ominis *snickering*: Is being a dark lord a career?

[random-bookquotes]

“Caution leads to success, success leads to experience and confidence. Either these kinds of people stop what they do, or they meet their match.”

Rhaegar, Azarinth Healer #3

[ballpit-bakery]

Introducing Atlas! A disgraced Alpha because he just could not stop being fucked up and selling his research to phantoms despite that being the opposite of his job.