#wrinkly… wavy…

[loonarmuunar]

This mf

[teleportbooks]

Ficbinding: Hear a Song This Deeply by so_shhy

I typeset this fic a year ago for @daemonluna for Renegade's typesetting exchange, and have finally gotten around to printing and binding a copy for myself.

This is one of my favorite modern cultivation AUs -- it revolves around Lan Wangji trying to recreate the Lan Sect's musical cultivation techniques from the past, which have been lost to history. For the typeset, I used some "sound wave" stock vectors, and drew a sort of music-staff-thing for the chapter headers (inspired by some imagery from the webcomic Girl Genius).

I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with the cover, which was part of why it took me so long to get around to it, but then I saw a paste paper cover design in an old bookbinding exhibition book and got inspired to do this. Paste paper is basically like fingerpainting but without the preschool associations. In this case I applied the paste in a gradient, and used a piece of chipboard I'd cut into a fork shape to make a wavy music staff. I think if I'd planned the whole book in one go, I'd have kept the musical notation to just the cover, and used a different chapter header, maybe a nice pic of instruments or something.

I decided to try marbling the page edges and ended up getting the book too wet, so the fore-edge is a little wrinkly inside. But it's still readable and I learned what not to do next time!

Title font: Son of Time Body font: Newt Serif Initials: Konanur

[foolishfoolsgold]

Been a slow art week but I did come out with a new OC

The “cool old lady” of the story, she’s a hiring manger with selective patience and way too many voicemails to go through! I looked up “gastric epithelial cell” and there was like. Five of them so idk. She’s one of those. ID under the cut

[Start ID: fullbody of a cell character against a gray background with wrinkly dark brown skin covered in bright yellow-orange spots. Her ears are long and have frill-like lobes, the largest of which has a hoop earring on each side. She has brown eyes and wavy gray hair in a sort of ponytail. Speaking of tails, her actual tail is mostly yellow-orange with brown spots, opposite to her skin, and has many points, almost like a heavily stylized crocodilian’s tail. She’s wearing a green blouse, gray skirt over black leggings, and green wedge heels, and she’s holding a silver smartphone. End ID.]

[glitch--stitch]

I am crocheting my first QR code. Here's how you can too :)

In order to complete this project you will need to know how to read a crochet graph and how to carry color. If you are not sure search "how to tapestry crochet"

It is not too difficult but I do not recommend this as your first Tapestry crochet project but maybe your third or fourth one because the code will only work if you make this correctly. I dont want you to spend 5 hours making this just for it to not work :'(

1. Go to stitchfiddle.com

2. Select create new chart -> crochet -> crochet with colors -> no yarn preference -> create from QR code -> from the drop menu for type I selected website -> copy and paste the URL -> size 1 -> open chart

3. I am using medium 4 weight yarn and a 3.5 mm hook. I am adding a border that is 2 rows and 4 st9tches thick. I am also using 2 DC per pixel, so...

4. My QR code is 29 pixels wide. 2 DC per pixel means the code will be 58 stitches wide. I am adding a border 4 stitches thick. So 4 DC for the left and 4 DC for the right makes each row a total of 64 stitches wide.

5. QR codes are square so that means mine is also 29 pixels/ rows tall. I am adding that border which is 2 rows thick. So 2 rows for the top and 2 rows for the bottom which makes it 33 rows tall. This does not include the initial chain.

6. It's important that how ever many rows you decide to start with before you begin your code graph that you are facing the front of the work when you start row 1 of the code.

7. Begin this in your light color (white, yellow, light blue etc) Your border MUST being a certain thickness and must be a light color. It will not scan if your border is too dark or too thin. Trust me, I had to add stitches to make mine work.

Row 1: Chain 63 + 2, DC into 3rd chain from hook, DC across (64 double crochets including that chain 2)

8. Starting rows with a "SC in SC type DC":

SC into the top of the last DC of the previous row, SC into that SC. This is how every row will start. It's thicker and fills in space better than starting a row with a chain 2. Or chain 2 instead Idc its your life my guy.

Row 2: Either Chain 2 or make the SC in SC type DC then DC across (64)

9. Row 3: Either Chain 2 or make the SC in SC type DC to start then DC across

10. We have just finished the bottom edge of the border and will now begin the code. Start with two DC stitches then begin the graph. Remember each pixel / square is made up of two DC stitches. Carry your colors on the back of the work making sure to keep a gentle tension which will help the work lay flat. You can block this if it is too wavy or wrinkly.

Row 4: Ch 2, DC into the next 3 stitches, then begin your QR Code graph. Carry Color on the back side. 2 DC per pixel or square on your graph.

11. If your code does not scan

-Try adding an additional row of stitches to each side. I had to do a full border of DC all around mine to make it work

-Try stretching it wider and taller to make the stitches sit better

-Try actually blocking the square

-Try going through and eyeballing any where a stitch might have been lost, like a square thats only 1 DC wide for some reason. You can Hand embroider over the top of the stitch in the color it is supposed to be. Its not a complete loss! You can see where this wouldve happened because its actually noticable, there will be a wierd stairstep where there should be a corner touching another corner.

-Try going through and making sure you followed the graph exactly, square for square. Im sorry and good luck. If you got a square that was one color but shouldve been another you can hand embroider over the top to make it the color it should be. You got this.

[ayuna-petals]

MISS.MARY

Sorry if this is bad, this is my very first story so i will try my best to make it as good as possible.OC'S BEING USED:

Priya: 12 y/o,she/her, Short wavy black hair, pale skin, yellow/ golden eyes. Blue shirt with devil print, black and white striped shirt underneath, blue skirt, black and white socks, black shoes.boney skinny.

Abby: 12 y/o, she/her, Long straight blond hair, light brown skin, blue eyes. Pink crop top short sweater , blue ripped jeens, green frog hair clips, yellow & blue mismatch socks, purple shoes.chubby.

Kevyn: 11 y/o, he/him, Undercut straight short black & dark brown hair, tanish paleish skin, dark brown eyes. A little oversized black hoodie with red at the ends, black jeans, black short socks, black shoes.a little bit chubby.

Irene: 13 y/o, they/them, Short length straightish & wavyish flffy at the ends boyish haircut red hair, white & pinkish skin, black eyes (or just really dark brown eyes). Blue sweater, black jeans, black short socks that show their ankles, black shoes.skinny

(Y/N): 11 y/o, y/p, y/h/c & h/l, y/s/c, y/e/c. Your choice. B/t.

Miss.Mary: 43 y/o, she/her, medium wavy brown hair, pale & kinda wrinkly skin (but not to much) dark green eyes. Black dress with a gray flower pattern on it, black heels.skinny.

Axel: 12 y/o, he/him, straight white hair, very very pale, blue eyes. Dark blue shirt, dark blue shorts, black shoes, has bandages all for him. Boney skinny.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: Gore, violence, short story, (Y/N)!

Summary: you and your friends are playing uno but decide that you guys are now bored of it an ask your friends mom to go and play outside then while playing tag one of your friends go a bit to far away from you guys then you guys hear a shriek from in the distance and then you and your other friends decide to go and check it out then see you guyss friend on the ground/floor amd then see miss.merry lying on the floor dead with a strange boy with white hair looming over her.

Abby sighed while saying "uno", "Guys im bored, staying inside feels like being in a prison, can we like go outside or something?" Abby said in a whiney voice, "Sure ill ask my mom if we can go outside today." Kevyn said in a bored tone and walked over to the kitchen were his mom was. Kevyn's mom was in the kitchen cooking us hamburgers for lunch, Kevyn tapped his momther on her arm, "Hey mom can me and my friends go outside today?", Mrs.Garcia looked over at her son and smiled. "Ofcourse Kevyn just go in the backyard, it has more space back threre, and also stay close to the house, it can be dangerous if you go to close to the woods.", "Ok mom, i promise ill stay close to the house." Kevyn said while smiling back at his mother, his mother leaned down and gave Kevyn a kiss to his forehead, "Now go on sweetheart go and play with your friends, have fun!", Kevyn nodded his head and walked back over to the living room, to tell his friends the good news. "Hey guys! My mom said that we can go outside but just to not go to far away from the house." "YAY!" we all said in unison, and then ran outside to go and play.

You guys decided to play tag over hide n seek and duck duck goose. "Tag! Your it!" Said Irene they tagged Priya, Priya you were to the left of Priya, and the closest so Priya ran at you and tagged you, "Tag! Your it now (Y/N)!" She laughed. Kevyn was right beside you so you quickly tagged him and then ran away, "Tag! Your it!" And as Kevyn was aboug to tag abby, Miss.Mary, Kevyn's neighbor walked out of her back door, "Hey Kids!", Miss.Mary said "Hi Miss.Mary!" You all said in unsion.

Its been about 30 minutes of you guys playing tag outside, when your friend Irene ran a bit to far away from the house, and a bit to close to the woods. Irene was very fast and tall and so none of you guys could keep up with her long legs. You guys were far behind from Irene, but you guys could still see and kinda hear her, once you guys made it to her you all froze. Lying there on the ground was Miss.Mary's bloody corpse. You guyz started to cry. While crying you looked up and you saw a strange looking boy with white hair an DC blue eyes he was Miss.Mary's grandson Axel, and he was holding something....A KNIFE, HE WAS HOLDING A BLOODY KNIFE! "GUYS LOOK!" you said an sc everyones heads shot up and then suddenly Kevyn yelled "RUN!" and then all of you sprinted away running twards Kevyn's house.

Once you guys made it to his house Kevyn ran up to his mother and started to say "MOM MOM PLEASE YOU HAVE YO COME SEE THIS. MISS.MARY'S DEAD!" Kevyn's mother didn't believe jim since they lived in a nice neighborhood and pretty much everything and everyone was harmless so she said that she'd go and check it out herself.

Once you guys made it to were you guys had found the Miss.Mary's body. But once you guys looked. There was nothing there...no sign of Miss.Mary..and no sign of Axel....

"See son i told you that there would be nothing there! Now come on guys lets go on inside food is ready." "BUT MOM YOU HAVE GOT TO BELIEVE ME, WE SAY HER BODY RIGHT THERE!!!" "ENOUGH LITTLE MAN WE LIVE IN A HARMLESS NEIGHBORHOOD AND ONCE WE MANE IF.BACK TO THE HOUSE THAN YOU ALL ARE GONNA GO NEXT DOOR AND SAY SORRY TO MISS.MARY!" "BUT MOM WE-" "NO BUTS LITTLE MAN YOU WILL SAY SORRY TO MISS.MARY AND THAT IS FINAL!" "But Miss.Mary isn't even alive for us to say sorry." Kevyn mumbled.

While walking you looked back, only to see Axel he was holding Miss.Mary's head and smiling at you while waving you goodbye...

Only if Kevyn's mom had known what had actually happened to Miss.Mary....

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Thank you for reading this and if there's anything that you think that i could improve on or stop doing please tell me i would really appreciate it. And also if you have any requests my requests are open for any new ideas! And also in very very sorry if it got bad twards the end i got lazy and i might make a remake of this in the future but not now. Anyways thank you so much for reading and stay hydrated and i hope that your having a wonderful day/night/afternoon wherever you ar bye!!!

[sunny6677]

The Red Robed Boy.

Summary:

Two boys from very different households end up befriending one another during the period of their youth—but, circumstances begin to complicate their friendship.

Chapter 1: PUERITA: Away From The City, Into The Town.

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"Hey, kids—look."

Spoke the friendly but gruff sounding old man from up in the front of the vehicle, his wrinkly hand wrapped around the plastic black and round wheel. The interiors of the vehicle felt somewhat humid despite the air conditioning. Then again, Pump was told that this town would be a lot more warmer compared to the busy city he and his family lived in.

The outside was filled with rows of dark green trees, tall and looming over the gray roads. They cast a shadow. Sometimes, vehicles would pass by and seep a blinding light into Pumps eyes. One of them did. And he gave a shake of his head.

His older sister sat next to him, tilting her head to the side while she gripped her small plastic phone in her soft palm. Her long brown but wavy hair cascaded down the pink shirt over her back. She gave a roll of her eyes at the slight movement he made. Turning her head back over to the window on her side. Even now, she didn't exactly seem too happy at the mere idea of being around him.

Pump looked again. The trees that were sprung from several fields of grass began to lessen in numbers. Multiple houses of average size, and some of larger size began to appear among the paths that led up to the driveways. The sun from up above glistened onto the houses from below, bathing every single thing it touched in the Sedonah afternoon.

"We're here." Gruffly spoke Pumps grandpa from in the front, his wrinkly smile curled up and somewhat crooked like it always was. The town was.. smaller than Pump thought it'd be. Compared to the overly crowded, colorful, bustling nature of the city who he had moved far away from. The city decked with multiple children running along the streets, several people attending to their duties (walking by on the sidewalks), expensive bright cars driving past. Even though he was in the interiors of the car, the area itself sounded way different compared to the city. It sounded.. quiet. Despite the number of cars that occasionally went by.

The curly haired boy with locks of brown springing from his round head gave a blink, tilting his head to the side while his eyes wondered over the various buildings of the town. He heard his sister click his tongue from beside him. Sounding irritated. His grandpa sounded happy.

But—what was he feeling?

"Is there a graveyard here?"

Pump asked as loudly as he could.

His grandpa paused for a few moments. The vehicle they were in drove past a large, luminous building with several rays of artifical golden light coming from the sign up on it. He couldn't read what it had said. But the building had brown walls, and a red roof—with posters lined up on both sides of the entrance. A movie theater, it appeared to be.

"Uh—yes, son!" His grandpa finally said, his gruff voice muffled by the ambience of the air conditioning. "I believe there is. Hahah.."

Pump blinked. The idea of it somewhat excited him. Getting to see a graveyard that was maybe like the one in his city. Maybe even better. With long stretches of stone statues, tombstones, and scary-looking darkness in the night.

He laughed. "Eheheh.. that sounds spooky!"

Pump then continued to look out, squinting each time the rays of light seeped into his retinas. They turned a corner. He saw.. many things. A few birds up in the sky. A white orchid vase in a nearby shop. A rather interesting looking store with bright pink and white coloring apparently called the 'Candy Club' according to its sign. There were so many things in this town already. He couldn't really tell if he liked that or not though.

Pump turned his head. In the front of the car, on the artifical screen that played the radio, the date had read:

"OCTOBER 12TH, 2010."

He glanced away, and let his eyes continue to watch along the road.

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They had driven for a while. Pump wasn't sure for how long, but he had known it must have been for a while. He was starting to feel his eyes flutter shut. A lump forming in his throat as he thought of this place. Of his actual home. Then again, this place was going to be his home now, wasn't it?

His hair bounced. There were multiple houses from outside of the window as they turned into a slim narrow road. Mailboxes. Dogs. Even cats were outside. Yellow and black wasps flew from on high past the car occasionally. He even heard it buzzing a little as they went by.

Still—the neighborhood was different. The houses were smaller. There wasn't anyone at all on the street except for a few people. The moving van from behind them was still following closely, with all of their stuff packed firmly into it. He could hear the soft sound of Susie snoring from beside him, her head lowered, her gaze shut.

There were of course wasps where he came from since it was in the same state anyway. And he had seen a few small houses in the time he had lived.

But something felt off anyway.

Before he could think any further, Pumps body gave an odd sensation as the car began to slow down. He looked up. And then his mouth began to slightly part.

His grandpa laughed again. "Here it is, son. Our house."

It was a white house. Somewhat bigger in comparison to all the others he had seen. Round glass windows formed on its upper half. A black entrance. A green front yard that appeared fresh with a red mailbox right in front of the path leading to the doorstep. A backyard visible from behind it.

Flashes of the exteriors of their actual house came into his mind. A lot bigger, with square-shaped windows at both the bottom and front. Black walls, a white entrance. Their frontyard fresh like the one he was staring at but somehow greener anyway. A blue mailbox up at the front rather than a red one.

His gaze softened.

"..you okay, son?"

"..yeah. I'm okay."

His grandpa stared at him in the rear view mirror, and gave a sigh.

"Hey, it'll be okay, son. Just wake your sister, yeah? I'll be getting the boxes into the house in no time, and then we'll be all good to go."

Pump nodded after a few moments, giving a frown. Slowly, he turned his head toward Susie. Lifting his head, he began to prod the skin of her arm with his small finger.

"Susie?" Spoke he softly. "Susie."

Susie squinted, tilting her head.

"Susie."

Susie gave a tired grunt.

"Susie—it's time to wake up!"

His grandpa cheerfully announced. At the sound of his voice, her eyes appeared to finally flutter open. She groaned, looking out the window. Her gaze remained fixed upon the window. Then it slightly widened, as if finally processing that it was in fact the house they had been moving into.

Her lips parted. Just like his own. They just stared at the house. Their eyes locked upon it. Their expression about the same.

..Pump felt a heavy feeling begin to rise within his chest. He could only swallow down the lump that formed in his throat, remaining quiet.

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His grandpa had decided to show him which room would be his, and which room would be Susie's before he helped the moving van employees move everything else into the house. The door at the front of the hall would apparently be his, while the door a bit farther from his at the opposite side would be Susie's.

His grandpa opened his door for him. Dark orange walls inside, along with a light brown tiled floor. He had even opened the large curtains at the back of the room for him, revealing beautiful light seeping into the windows. The warm air felt humid against his skin though. It was much warmer compared to the city he had moved in from. So warm it felt almost like he was in a dessert sometimes.

There was almost no scent in the house at all aside from the faint scent of wood, the odor of boxes and even of sweat coming from the moving van men. The air conditioning was on. But it was still so unbelievably hot anyway.

It smelt nothing like the scent of his old house. Sweet-smelling from the various flower vases in and outside of it. The scent of whatever dinner, breakfast or lunch his parents had made. Another faint scent he couldn't quite describe.

The sound of the moving men talking from outside with his grandpa. Shuffling noises outside in his current residence.

The sound of his actual residence—with the faint but comforting ambience of his family moving or talking from outside. The TV playing whatever channel he or his family had put on. Laughter. Banter. Sizzling from in the kitchen.

Pump was interrupted from his thoughts by a new sound. A slam. Presumably from the door or one of the boxes.

He flinched, a part of him feeling a flicker of anxiety upon hearing such a sound. He looked.

Slowly, he walked over to the door that just loomed almost ominously, as if to say he weren't welcome. He stopped before it, and.. well, curious, he grabbed the door handle. Twisting it, he slowly opened the door.

"Grandpa—?"

He stopped almost immediately. Of course, everything seemed fine. His grandpa was just standing outside in front of a small wooden desk he had seemingly moved beside the entrance. He grunted a little.

Pump didn't speak. Just watching as he.. slowly pulled out something in his wrinkled hands. A square shaped—no, it was a dark brown photo frame. With a woman and a man standing beside eachother on it. A man with a firm jawline, a dark brown beard on his chin, curly dark brown hair sprung from his head as he wore a black suit. A woman beside the man with poofy long black hair that went to his back—glasses worn over her face with a nice-fitting suit and a black skirt.

He blinked a few times, something flickering in his chest. That was—that was his mom. And his dad.

And above it, written in white cursive, were simply the words: "We Love You So Much".

...he processed the words. A smile felt like it was going to twitch on his lips. But it faded away as a hardened feeling rose up deep within him. And he found it difficult to ignore the wetness eager to pour from his eyes.

He took a step back, shaking his head. With a frown, he tightened his hold around the doorknob, shutting it completely once more.

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

anonymous said: List some ugly physical traits about your muses, some they are even conscious about and lowers their self esteem if pointed out.

     note that these aren’t necessary ugly traits, but traits that the muse in question finds ugly or doesn’t like about themselves.

      han: any bit of flaccid skin. it’s no secret that he takes good care of his body, but han does to the extreme about it. he’s very exigent with himself, & if someone pointed it out, it would bother him. there’s also this faint scar that he has where his hairline begins, with a bit of a depression to it, from when he was cut with glass due to a bottle that his father threw in his direction when he was a child.

    kim: despite his facial surgery & how much he resembles han, he’s a bit self-conscious over how he still looks softer in comparison. he doesn’t hate this about himself, but it’s there in the back of his mind whenever he’s pretending to be han.

   ji-eun: he used to be self-conscious over his more ‘ feminine ‘ looks when he was younger, like the way that his lashes framed his eyes & how plump his lips were. nowadays, he doesn’t care as much.

    gong: he doesn’t consider it ugly, or would say he’s self-conscious about it, but ever since someone made emphasis about his ears, how they stand out it’s something he’s more aware of now.

     ji woo: his skin is rough, especially that of his hands. he has various scars across his body, which aren’t the nicest to look at. he’s not self-conscious about them, but thinks of them as ugly.

    sunny: not a physical trait, but sunny has an ugly laugh & will always look goofy when he’s laughing. he will snort & scrunch his nose, showing a bit of a ‘ gummy smile ‘ which he hates.

    mako: he used to not like his forehead & baby hairs, struggling with different hairstyles at first. his hair is actually naturally a bit wavy, which was also an insecurity of his growing up. however, he sort of learned to embrace it through his brother, who sports a similar look.

    daeyun: he thinks his eyes are too small, & that he always looks like he’s squinting. other than that, he has a scar on his right knee from when he fell as a child. the skin there is rough & has a pink-ish tone to it, which he doesn’t like.

    choi: in his youth, he used to be self-conscious about the bridge of his nose, being more of a ‘ peak ‘ . he doesn’t have much to be insecure about nowadays.

    mai: she doesn’t like she has a bit of a pouch after her pregnancy, & the faint scar of a c-section.

     idachi: some lines at the ends of his eyes, forehead & between his brows, but he’s more bothered by those near his eyes, which makes him look older.

     rei: she can be a bit self-conscious over her cheeks appearing too full, or the fact her hands are small in comparison to her face.

     hana: she feels she has a large forehead, which is why she has sported bangs for a while now. she also feels her hands are too wrinkly, with long & thin fingers.

     ryo: he has dark circles under his eyes, but he doesn’t mind it much. just finds it annoying when people comment on it like he’s constantly tired.

    sadako: she sometimes deals with body dysmorphia whenever she gains some weight, being used to being on the thinner side while she’s consuming. she doesn’t mind how hollow her cheeks can look, nor the dead look in her eyes. she likes that look on herself, so when she’s healthier, she doesn’t feel like she looks like herself.

[authorele97]

DANCING WITH YOU UNDER THE MOONLIGHT 🌙 (SNOWDROP FANFICTION ONE SHOT)

On a Spring Day in 1987, when all of us were busy as College Students, I never knew that one day, after a cold freezing long night in Winter my life turns upside down when I fell in love with Lim Soo-ho and an unforgettable love I've been wishing for or envied for every Valentine's day happened; an intelligent, good-looking with refreshing smile young man was finally in front of me. He may look untouchable, but I never knew there will be a time that I can hold him in my arms until our last moments. Those moments I wish I could go back and some moments I wish it was different.

"Which University will you be in now?" My co-professor asked me as I am packing all my things into the faculty.

"Hosu Women's University," I answered with a bitter smile on my face. It's been the first time since I'm going to step out of this University in Incheon.

I was stuck in teaching like it became my prison and the only thing I've been doing in my life was my job at University and being alone in my apartment. Start then repeat, just keep on playing back--a never-ending cycle until I felt cold-blooded. I never knew this would be so hard.

After I collected all my things and put them in boxes, I decided to get in my car. I look at myself in the mirror and started to see my wrinkly eyes that have been so tired these days, plus do I ever tell you? It's been 20 years have passed and it's 2007 already.

On a long way drive, I started to look at the surrounding area, everything drastically changes from what they were before and each street I passed by came to be a recollection of something-something nostalgic, more likely happy days or depressing days.

I halted my car exactly near Rome Café, which amazingly still has the same name after two decades. I grabbed my shoulder bag and closed the door of my car before I moved in a different route. I took a deep breath and opened the door of Evergreen Bookstore. I clasped the cassette tape in my hands and walk toward the Music Room. Luckily, I had a chance to spend my time alone as my hands are in shivered while putting the tape on the radio. Rewind and move backward--let's go back from the start.

"Young-Ro..." I heard his gentle voice and this time my tears are falling down my cheeks, that's why I decided to close my eyes, "It's been 20 years," I mumbled and started to sob a little louder.

I heard gunshots in my head, a deafening scream, and blood on my shirt as I am holding you in my arms. I held my chest trying not to remember what happened but a sudden light shifted in my head and the image became so clear--your smile, your beautiful face, and your wonderful voice. It won't stop playing back and forth in my mind.

"I wish you were here," I whispered as the tape keeps on playing, "If this is a nightmare just wake me up," I whispered again and my tears won't stop falling.

"Lim Soo-ho," I mumbled until I slowly open my eyes. The sunlight started to be almost blinding and I can't look directly—everything seems unclear.

Choo, choo train

Truckin' down the track

Gotta travel on it.

Never comin' back

Ohh... Got a one-way ticket to the blues

Hey? What's happening? Why the tape suddenly changes on its own? Wait... what am I wearing right now? I look at myself more, the way I am wearing my clothes, my wavy long hair, and the classic purse on my shoulders. "Am I dreaming?" I said while pinching my cheeks suddenly someone gently patted my shoulders which makes me jump from where I am standing. My eyes get widened and started to grip the headset on my ears. I think the store owner noticed me crying and I've been here for a long time—I should apologize.

"Ahhmm...I'm sorry..." My eyes get widened more as I've seen someone familiar. My eyes almost get blinded by the lights again.

"Hey, Young-Ro... are you okay?" he asked me. Lim Soo-ho asked me. I'm dreaming, right?

"I'M DREAMING...RIGHT?" I shouted unintendedly and my tears are falling again. I noticed his face confused and he began to survey his eyes from those people peeking at us.

"Young-Ro what is happening to you?" he asked me again before he grabbed my hands toward the exit.

He surveyed me again and he started to giggle when I'm still confused while my eyes are still swollen, "Hey, Young-Ro...are you still mad at me?" he asked me before he fixed my hair that was on my face.

"I told you I was busy last week and I'm sorry about what happened when you waited for nothing," he told me and my face makes a confusing expression more overreacting.

"What?" I asked but when he was about to respond; I get panicked when I sighted a police officer holding his folder like he was finding someone.

"Hide!" I screeched and he arcs his eyebrows more, "Huh? Why should I?" he asked me and I started to hug him tightly when the officers passed by.

"Hey, Young-Ro you are confusing and scaring me, what is happening to you? We're almost dating for 7 months now and this is the first time you acted like that..."

"Date? WHAT? WE ARE DATING?" I shouted and people surrounding us laughed at me. Soo-ho's eyes rapidly move again.

Young-Ro do want to go to the hospital?" he asked me placing his palms on my forehead and I felt my cheeks warming.

"We're dating, since the day I met you... did you just pick up my pen?" Pen? It should be a paper plane why did I pick up the pen? Did Boon-Ok get his item?

"I already told you I changed my item because I've seen that odd lady peeking at us that's why I exchanges mine secretly. We even went to the park after that, we even went to watch movies... isn't it? It's just 7 months has been passed... why did you forget about it?" my eyes opened widely once again because of what he said and I slowly touched his face. I controlled my tears and began to open my mouth to ask him a question.

"Where you came from... Soo-ho," I calmly asked him and I heard him scoffed before he exhibited his smile again.

"Daebang-dong... Did I mention that already? I already told you too I studied in Berlin and now I'm taking a master's at Pyeongtaek University--that's why I'm busy last week and I know you are still mad at me," he said and smiled a little before reaching out for my hand and hold it tightly.

"Aren't we going to Amusement Park?" he happily said and my mind are still fuzzy, that's why my knees started to get weak. When I'm about to bend my knees he instantly catches me up.

"Young-ro!" he exclaimed and suddenly his wallet fall on the ground and the pigeon necklace was on my neck. My heart started to rise when I'm about to pick up his wallet and I saw our picture inside.

"Open House," I whispered, "You went to the Open House?" I asked him while my heart was beating fast.

"Of course I did, you invited me in there," he gently told me and helped me to stand up straight, "One-way ticket!" he awkwardly sang while charmingly raising his fist.

"We've danced that aren't we?" he reminded while he's chuckling and that makes me smile. As my head was still down he carefully raises my head with his warm hands, "You sure you're okay?" he assured me and I just nodded my head to answer.

"We're going to be late," he said and held my hand before we decided to walk without hesitations on this street. I don't want to ask anymore what is happening and if this is a dream, I'm going to make this all worth it—all I care about right now is finally I am here with you.

We finally step into the Amusement park and he happily runs while he is holding my hand. I'm so happy to see Soo-ho like this, with his smile, his gentle eyes, and his handsome features. I'm so happy that they are all mine. We walk through the valleys of this place, the sweet smell and taste from the stall we were stopping by stamped on my head, especially, the sound of his laugh, his scent, and the warmth of his shoulders I am holding all this time. "If this is a dream please don't wake me up," I whispered and the night seems approaching. My chest started to get lighter and I can't help to feel anxious.

After a while, as the night became deeper, he brought out something beneath his cream-colored blazer and I saw a cassette tape along with a cassette player on it.

"Shall we dance?" he offered me before standing up in front of me. He places the headset on my ears and I slowly stand up while holding his hand. I heard the intro from the cassette and the acoustic song started to get louder in my ears.

He keeps me closer to him while he is caressing my waist. My hands are gently on his shoulders before I embrace the back of his neck. He slowly put the headset on my neck and he smiled as the moonlight shone upon us.

"If this is only a dream, I'd wish I never woke up because reality will be meaningless without you,"

He gently said to me and my tears finally fell from my eyes but before I could say anything else; he suddenly pulled me closer and closer—then I could feel the warmth on his lips and my heart started to rise in my chest. I began to feel that my heart is aching so badly.

"Eun Young-Ro...I love you,"I heard his voice again and I hastily open my eyes when the cassette tape stops.

There was a moment of silence before I heard the tape click loudly. My hands were shaking and I noticed two rings on my index finger. But when I'm about to raise my head I glimpse someone sitting in front of me—I just realized that I am sitting at Rome Café. When the sunlight became serene I finally saw him as he is building the tower of matches. I smiled gently as I saw his face, "Are you okay now?" he asked me and offered me to drink a cup of hot coffee.

"Take a sip, it will erase all bad memories," he said before he smiled gently.

I saw him looking at me while the smoke of steaming coffee came to my face and when I took a sip of it I heard him laugh a little.

"Let's go home? Kids are waiting for us," he reminded me and I just nodded my head. He lends his hands and I quickly take it before he mends his guitar on his shoulder.

"Eun Young-Ro...I love you," he said to me and that makes me stop walking while letting go of his hand. As I can see his back, he slowly glances in my direction and we gently smile at each other.

"Come walk with me," he sweetly offered his hand again and we walked together.

I never hesitate to accept it again and then the music became louder in my ears again. Rewind and move backward——let's go back from the start.

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isnt it cool?

BLACKLAMB

[tuliptyper]

Unique Features; AOT Men

quick lil hcs for what unique (and attractive) features i think the aot men have while i avoid my family lmao

let me know if you guys want different characters (including any of the girls)! thnx for reading and please leave a comment/reblog!

implied modern au setting

includes; Connie, Eren, Jean, Armin, Marco + Reiner

✾ Connie:

- acne scars on mostly his cheeks leading down to his jaw line <3

- probably gap teeth! <3

- grey hair (canon), i like to think that its a genetic thing and almost everyone/every guy in his family greys super young

- related to the grey hair thing, light eyebrows!

✾ Eren:

- big ass forehead <33

- long lashes + big, upturned eyes; his lashes are less pronounced because of his lighter hair color

✾ Armin:

- natural pout/heart-shaped lips <33 hes super hydrated to so you know theyre not chapped!

- bushier brows; not as thick as Erwins but he does have to maintain them and its very cute to watch because he gets super in the zone hehe

- thin hair; ik people typically hate having thin hair because it tends to be fragile, i like petting/stroking thinner hair because its so soft and easy to tossle about lmaoo (i have really fucking thick hair, my scalp gets so hot, not to mention i need to get it THINNED like every 2-3 months bc it gets so heavy)

✾ Reiner:

- higher body fat% / tummy chub! while he is muscular, he has a lovely layer of fat that adds to his frame and its just *chefs kiss*. men ESP with a little tummy pudge are so FIINNEEE

- stretch marks; more concentrated at the back of his knees, hips, shoulders and lower back. they're lighter than his skin tone and look like lighting bolts fr, they are so cool and gorgeous too

- shnoz bump (canon); i loooveeee bumpy, big, hooked, droopy, pointed, generally shapely noses! they're not only a display of cool heritage but also hot as fuck. i said my piece. (also imagine him telling you his embarrassing stories of getting into fights/knocking into walls that caused the bump while he bashfully rubs it WAAAA)

- boney, thinner fingers; 100% projection because i have boney (not skinny) fingers and i dont like how weirdly masculine my hands are. he probably has to get all his rings extended and gets shy when you play with them absentmindedly

✾ Marco:

- beauty spots/marks/moles; hes a moley boyy! has 13 and counting, probably. definitely searched up the meaning of each placement and felt so enlightened LMAO

- dennie-morgan folds/eczema wrinkles; hes got cute little wrinkles on his eyes that basically destroyed his aegyo sal (idk what it would be called in english other than under eye bags? puffy under eyes??) and made his eyelids more wrinkly

- yellow tinted/unbuffed nails, since he wears nail polish without a base coat and they get stained. but also theyre very strong since they haven't been buffed/thinned out!

✾ Jean:

- wavy/type 2 hair that only ever showed when he started growing out his mullet. very french, very cute, 11/10

- amber eyes. his stare is intense but not intimidating <3 hes the only neurotypical man i would give eye contact to 💅

[rainbowchewynuggets]

[ID: @ithinkiseewhatidontknowj requests: Tim and his funky shirt designs.

The reply image is rendered digitally with shades of purple ink. Outlines are dark purple, shirt patterns are magenta. Everything is covered in a lilac halftone. Tim Stoker (from The Magnus Archives) is posing in four panels with different Hawai’ian style shirts.

1) Tim is putting a couple files way, smirking at some office nonsense happening off-screen. He’s wearing a solid color shirt with large detailed wrinkly hibiscus flowers on it. Caption: Goth Hibiscus.

2) Tim stands in a relaxed position with one hand in a pocket. His shirt pattern has tropical birds sitting on jungle branches with bushy leaves and butterflies around. The background of the shirt is striped. Caption: Birbs.

3) Tim side-eyes something as he drinks from a shot glass. His other elbow is bent as if he’s sitting at a table or bar. His hair’s a little mussed. His shirt is solid white with wavy lines reminiscent of 1970s psychedelia. Caption: Groovy TM.

4) Tim grins with his arms crossed, body hunched casually. His shirt is solid white with little skiing Santas in a crisscross pattern. Snow texture between the Santas implies they’re all skiing down a slope together. Caption: Skiing Santas (gift from Danny (Tim’s late brother)). End ID]

Sorry this took a while. ✌

Index

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Daisy and Jemma from Agents of SHIELD (as portrayed by Chloe Bennet and Elizabeth Henstridge). This is their engagement announcement photograph, change my mind.

[Image  ID: Art of Daisy and Jemma from Agents of SHIELD lying in a grassy field surrounded by daisies. They’re viewed from above. Daisy is on the left, with her left hand on Jemma’s hair; Jemma is laying on Daisy’s chest and has her left arm on Daisy’s left arm. Daisy is mixed race (Chinese and white) and has tan skin, long and slightly wavy, messy dyed blonde hair with dark brown roots and dark red lips; her eyes are closed. She’s wearing a long-sleeved, reddish-purple shirt with a wrinkly white camisole underneath. Jemma is white and has pale skin with freckles, loosely wavy brown hair and pink lips; her eyes are closed. She’s wearing a pinkish-white button-up blouse with a ruffly collar and has a vintage-looking gold brooch with a daisy on it on top of a purple bow at her throat. They are both wearing engagement rings with small gemstones.  /.End  ID]  

[herbgerblin]

Based off of this post, because I could imagine argo’s expression so clearly....

[ID: Three page lineart comic of Fitzroy, a half elf man with short hair, glasses, and fancy clothes, talking to Argonaut, a water genasi man with long, wavy hair, a handlebar mustache, and a larg, wrinkly shirt. Fitzroy peers at Argo and says. “So…when you take a shower…..does your hair….get longer? Does the shower water………integrate into it? I mean it’s made of water, right? Like it’s water?” 

The second image shows Fitzroy with varying facial expressions while continuing, “What is the proper pH for water genasi? Should we be giving you salt water? First this school is being secretly run by a demon prince and now it’s letting its students go brackish? If I sprinkled fantasy koolaid in your hair would that make it punch? If someone—not, say, me—were to drink it, would that make it vore?” In the third image Argo is mid putting a bag on a shelf and pausing to first stare at fitzroy, then glare at him with a look of discomfort. In the last panel he says quite plainly, “Let’s have a talk.” End ID]

[we-cool-beans]

How do you colour your art, if I may ask? Like, I'm at least guessing watercolours, but what magic do you work that the paper doesn't get all Wiggly and your lines stay so clean!!

Yes! I do use watercolors :)!

I use to only use Copic markers, but they started getting supper expensive. But then I made my own little travel watercolor kit for myself :)

As for how I keep my pages flat, I usually use thick paper and apply watercolor small bits at a time. And the watercolor brushes I bought tend to prevent me from using too much water. But in actuality, all my watercolor art is bent and wavy. I just take an extra long time taking pics of my watercolor art to make it look as less wrinkly as possible LOL!

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Terry’s Cardiac Emergency

*hey everyone, sorry I haven't posted a story in awhile! None of my more recent ideas materialized. This story may need some additional editing and whatnot, but I hope you enjoy!*

Terry was a 53 year old woman with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, beautiful blue eyes that never changed with age, and was of average height and build. Terry worked as an office manager for a hotel, but she always felt her most important job was being a mom, having 2 sons: aged 21 and 18. Terry didn’t have an extensive history of health issues throughout her life, but that all changed 6 months ago when she had her first health scare. One evening after work, Terry experienced chest pain and shortness of breath. Instead of driving herself home, she went straight to the ER, knowing something wasn’t quite right. At the ER, it was discovered that Terry was having a heart attack, so she was taken up to the cardiac catheterization lab and had 2 endovascular stents placed. The procedure went according to plan, and Terry was released from the hospital 2 days later, making a full recovery. Terry and her family had quite a scare and were glad to put that incident behind them- or so they thought!

Last night around 10pm, Terry was at work. She began experiencing a sharp pain in her chest that came seemingly out of nowhere. To make things worse, she began experiencing shortness of breath along with dizziness and light headedness. Around 10:30pm, one of Terry’s coworkers found her unconscious and slumped over at her desk. Terry was breathing and had a pulse, and she had a pale complexion with bulging veins in her neck. Terry’s coworker immediately realized something was wrong and called 911.

After emergency services were notified, they were on scene about 7 minutes later. On scene, EMS set up 2 large bore IVs and set Terry up on a portable heart monitor. Her vital signs weren’t the greatest: her blood pressure was 80/41, her heart rate was 142, her o2 saturation was normal, but the EKG was abnormal, showing an alternating QRS complex. The paramedics hung a bag of normal saline to begin fluid resuscitation and gave Terry some nitrates for chest pain. Since Terry wasn’t fully conscious and had unstable vital signs, the medics felt the next step was intubation for the sake of airway management. A 7.0 ET tube was then placed into the 53 year old mom’s airway, and then held in place with a blue tube holder after proper placement was confirmed. After intubation, Terry was placed on a stretcher and taken into an ambulance which waited nearby.

Terry’s vital signs failed to improve during transport. Her blood pressure continued to drop at an alarming rate. The medics pushed a 250cc bolus of .9 NS to try and buy Terry some time, but it failed to ameliorate the situation. A few minutes into transport, Terry’s condition worsened and went into cardiac arrest. The medics promptly began ACLS protocol. Terry received deep, violent chest compressions. Her D cup breasts bounced around in sync with each individual compression while her belly rippled outwards. Epinephrine and atropine were pushed into the IV line while the defib paddles were being charged. The paddles were charged, gelled, and pressed up against the patient’s bare chest before the shock was delivered.

A quick jolt of electricity was sent into Terry’s lifeless body, causing her chest to flop quickly and her breasts to jiggle. With no change present on the monitors, the medics decided to shock Terry a 2nd time. Shock #2 caused Terry’s feet to flex back and then forward, showing off the thick, silky wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 7 feet. But the 2nd shock failed to produce ROSC, so a 3rd shock was delivered shortly after. Terry’s body twitched violently on the stretcher, reacting more intensely to the stronger defib shock. But it was no use- she went into PEA after the 3rd shock. The medics immediately resumed chest compressions and ambu bagging and pushed the 2nd round of medications.

The EMS team was unable to restart Terry’s heart, so she arrived at the hospital with CPR in progress. By time Terry got to the hospital, she had a down time of 6 minutes, was shocked 3 times, and received 2 doses of medications. After EMS updated the ER team on Terry’s situation, she was moved onto the ER table under a large overhead light. PEA was present on the monitors, so an ER nurse began pumping away at the 53 year old’s chest. The ER attending began barking orders, ordering various blood tests and called for an echocardiogram. With CPR ongoing, ultrasound gel was squirted onto the patient’s chest and an echo was then performed. “jeez, massive tamponade. Get me a thoracotomy tray.” The ER attending called out decisively.

Terry’s chest was splashed with betadine while one of the nurses began setting up the proper equipment for an emergency thoracotomy. Once the tray was set up, the ER attending picked up the scalpel and made a quick, crude cut in the patient’s chest. The incision started in the 5th intercostal space just to the left of her sternum, extended laterally, around her large left breast, and ended just shy of her left armpit. The underlying tissue and fat had to be incised further in order to gain access to the thorax. The following step was to place a finochietto rib spreader into the newly created opening in Terry’s chest. Once the spreader was placed, the knobs were turned and Terry’s ribs were pried apart. A loud popping and cracking sound was heard in the room as the 53 year old mom’s ribs were forced apart during the invasive procedure.

After gaining access to the inside of their patient’s chest, the ER team performed a pericardiotomy in order to relieve the large accumulation of blood trapped around the lining of Terry’s heart. A scalpel was used to make a delicate incision laterally across the exterior portion of the heart. The fibrous lining of the heart was then separated, releasing the blood that was trapped. Thick, gooey coagulated blood oozed from the pericardial incision. The coagulated blood was suctioned out, only to be replaced by fresh, bright red material blood. The area had to be suctioned out once more in order to create a line of sight for the ER team. After visualization of the thoracic cavity was obtained, internal massage began. One of the ER doctors wrapped their hands around Terry’s heart and began manually pumping it. With internal massage ongoing, a cross clamp was placed on the descending aorta near the diaphragm in order to redirect bloodflow to Terry’s heart and brain.

It took several minutes worth of meds and internal compressions until Terry converted back to v-fib. At that point, the internal paddles were charged to 10 joules. The large, spoon shaped paddles were lowered into the woman’s chest, and a shock was delivered. Terry’s chest jolted slightly in response to the shock, but she remained in v-fib. The internal paddles were recharged to 20 joules and placed around her twitching heart. A dull, wet thunk was heard, but v-fib still persisted. A cycle of internal massage and ambu bagging was performed while the large, spoon shaped paddles were recharged to 30. After the paddles were ready, the team delivered the next shock to Terry’s heart. Her toes curled, showing off her cute, wrinkly soles, but she was still in v-fib after this 3rd shock.

Terry was shocked 4 more times with the internal paddles, received several cycles of internal massage, and received the maximum dose of meds. At the 22 minute mark of the code, one of the nurses noted fixed and dilated pupils. Despite the team’s best efforts, time of death was called on Terry while she was still in v-fib. The ambu bag was detached and the heart monitors were switched off. The EKG electrodes were disconnected from Terry’s chest and the rib spreader+clamp were removed. A toe tag was placed on the big toe of Terry’s left foot as a sheet was placed over her lifeless body before being sent off to the morgue.

Since the circumstances of Terry’s death weren’t immediately clear, an autopsy was performed. The autopsy revealed that one of the coronary artery stents Terry had placed 6 months earlier ended up breaking. One of the broken pieces sliced open one of the coronary arteries, causing a major hemorrhage. The blood from said hemorrhage became trapped within the lining of the heart, essentially crushing Terry’s heart from the inside.

With that information in mind, Terry’s family was able to successfully sue the medical device manufacturer of the broken stent, and settled for an undisclosed amount. Even though this couldn’t bring Terry back, it gave her family peace of mind given the tragic circumstances.

[schnitzelbutterfingers]

To Someone Special (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

notes: happy holidays! please take the time to celebrate with your family and friends. 2020 was an egregious year, but let’s thank god for letting us survive through the whole COVID pandemic. let’s pray for everyone to get through this. 

anyways, here is my christmas present to you all, wrapped with some angst and fluff! ethan’s ex-girlfriend from his med school days who cheated on him with another ‘friend’ (and no, it’s not tobias :)) makes an appearance hehe. forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes and grammar errors, and as always enjoy! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

(i felt like this was similar to @jamespotterthefirst ‘s fic ‘Fake Husband/Wife’, so i asked permission to write this, and she gave me it. shoutout to bree!)

summary: On Christmas, 10 years ago, he gave his heart to a girl. The very next day, she gave it away. This Christmas, to save him from tears, Ethan will give it to someone special.

pairing(s): dr. ethan ramsey x f!mc (dr. abigail ‘abby’ chacko) || mentions of past dr. ethan ramsey x dr. aubrie zavala

warning(s): angst (mentions of cheating) and fluff (mentions of proposal)

word count: 1999

** i suggest you listen to ‘last christmas’ by wham! :) **

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‘The most wonderful time of the year.’

If it were years ago, Ethan would chuckle at the preposterousness of this statement. 

To everyone else, the Christmas season is full of jubilation, nostalgia and generosity. Giving and donating had become a peculiarity of the days neighboring the observed holiday, street-corners crowded with Santas ringing golden bells. 

Houses twinkled with multi-colored and pulsing lights, bouncing off the crystalline white snow. Inside the houses, trees glimmered with more colorful lights and various decorative ornaments. Christmas colors added sumptuousness. Classic poinsettias are tied, and candy canes add some idiosyncrasy, dangling from the mouths of exhilarated children. Joyful music and golden bells can be heard from everyone’s car.

To the senior doctor, it’s dissimilar. Christmas means more work to do at the hospital. Emergency rooms are filled with injured patients who were looking forward to blithesome moments with their friends and family. The roads are slick with shiny ice, vehicles slipping across the road to hit the one next to it or a broad tree. And the mistletoe. On one occasion, he had to escape an elderly grandmother with wrinkly skin and gray hair, who was convinced that he was Bob Dylan. Yet he wasn’t even an accurate replica and they didn’t sound the same.

Seeing other interns and derisory people kiss under the mistletoe makes him turn away with disgust. He cordially hated PDA. Well, that is, until he met her.

When Ethan met Abigail, however, he felt some sort of attraction to her, something he couldn’t escape from, no matter how hard he tried. Her compassion, her wit, her charm, her intelligence, her everything. 

It felt like some sort of grip she had, her usual chocolate aroma, big brown eyes, wavy hair, and her milky skin all holding on to him like a police officer would do to a criminal. And it’s addicting.

But now, looking at his Rookie from across their luxurious bedroom, getting ready for the Christmas Gala hosted by Bloom Edenbrook Hospital, he started to look forward to the breathless moments under the mistletoe. On second thought, why does he need to kiss Abby under the mistletoe when he can kiss her anywhere? They are officially dating, after all.

He wanted to satisfy her and hear her singing goofily along with the carols in their cars. He wanted to see her tastefully decorate their penthouse with stockings, ornaments, a garland. He wanted to see her making sticky toffee pudding and her longtime favorite gulab jamuns, even if he claims he doesn’t like sugar. She, in return, would constantly mock him, prompting him of the day when he focused his eyes on the delicious chocolate bar in the vending machine at the hospital. He wanted it all with her.

Abby was adorning a long sleeve crimson velvet dress, strikingly showing some cleavage. She wore a generous split from her right thigh down, parading her creamy legs. She looked divine. She looked like heaven. The red gown made her look scandalous. 

She cleared her throat, smirking at him staring at her. “Are you finished?”

“You look...” The more conventional doctor was at a loss of words, looking at her up and down. He started from her soiled velvet heels, moving up to her wavy cafe hair.

“...sinful.”

Abby flashed him a sly grin. “Why, thank you, Doctor. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Indeed he doesn’t. Ethan sported a matching outfit, a suit with a red velvet coat black shirt and a crimson bowtie.

“I can’t wait to come back after this gala. You’re making me lose my patience.”

She chortled, lovely music to his ears. “Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

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The gala invited all the hospitals in Boston, including Mass Kenmore. It was being held at The Seaport World Trade Center, one of the largest venues in the city. Ethan and Abby arrived at the front of the venue, walking towards the entrance. Inside, a waiter took them to the very front table, the one where their seats were reserved.

They were recognized as the ‘rich couple’ and the ‘power couple’ of Edenbrook. It was no surprise that some of the doctors decided to gossip about them, stating how they match and look excellent together. Some women were jealous, and Abby could feel covetous eyes burning behind her back. The male doctors were also envious of Ethan, that he got to be with the young graceful doctor. In return, Ethan winded his protecting arm tighter around her slim waist, a clear mark that she is his. Only his. 

The front table additionally included Naveen, Harper, Tanaka, and Tobias Carrick. When Ethan and Tobias faced encountered other at the front table, the Mass Kenmore doctor somehow took his hand out, waiting for the famous diagnostician to shake it. Ethan was stupefied at first, but then he remembered what Tobias did for them, saving his Rookie from the maitotoxin. After a rare moment Ethan shook it, sending the latter a faint smile, to which he returned. Abby beamed at their interaction, glad that they finally cleared the air that had been surrounding them for more than a decade.

Naveen greeted both of them with a hearty hug, and Harper sent both of them a pleasant smile. The Chacko looked around the decorated room to discover her friends, all relaxing at a table. When she spotted them, she gave them a huge wave, to which they imitated back. It relaxed her to have Ethan and her friends in the same room, forgetting about the upcoming discussions with the money-eating scumbags who only care about wealth and not for the wellbeing of their patients.

Tobias and Ethan sat between Abby, and all the seats were filled except for one.

As if interpreting her thoughts, Tobias sought a confused question. “Are we expecting someone else at our table?”

“I believe we are,” Naveen answered.

The young doctor wanted to talk to her friends for a little while. Otherwise, everyone was roaming around, mingling with people.

Ethan seemed to detect this because he leaned in to whisper to her ear. “If you want to hang out with your friends, you can go ahead. It’s understandable, if you’re bored, as am I. Besides, I’ll just talk to Tobias.”

Abby sent him a grateful smile, not only for excusing her, but because he wanted to talk to his old (former?) friend. She was genuinely happy that their relationship is getting better and better.

In return, she bestowed him a kiss on his cheek and went to the table across the room, where her colleagues are. 

Her friends said the usual. Bryce and Kyra are dating, and they adopted a puppy after moving in together. Sienna doesn’t think she will move on from Danny, and that her heart will always belong to him, but the enormous pain had subsided. Elijah and Phoebe went on another date which had gone really well. Jackie’s debt is under control, and she said that she felt at peace and tranquility. 

After she had finished socializing, she looked back to her reserved table, where she saw a woman, a rather charming one, probably in her 30s. She had raven hair and porcelain skin, and was assuming a royal blue dress with an elegant split across her left thigh, displaying her beautiful legs. Standing next to her boyfriend. Being too touchy with her man. Abby was ordinarily not the type to be jealous, but looking at the woman made herself feel ugly.

Her eyes went to Ethan, who had a horrified look on his face. They moved to Tobias who had a similar expression. Naveen and Harper both had uncomfortable looks.

The latter captured her eye and came up to her.

Abby was confused, so she decided to convey this confusion to Carrick. “Is everything alright at our table? Is that woman the last person to occupy the empty seat?”

Carrick sighed deeply. “She... is Dr. Aubrie Zavala. Another famous diagnostician... She is also Ethan’s ex-girlfriend.”

That’s when she glanced back at their table and saw both of them arguing.

Tobias must have noted this because he replied, “Ethan and Aubrie are both arguing now. Back in Hopkins, she cheated on with another med student named Dillan, I think. And it was at Christmas. Now Aubrie wants him back.”

The cacophonous racket heard in the auditorium drained away from the ears of the young doctor, and the sounds of warning bells replaced it. 

What the hell am I supposed to do to grab her butt off the table?

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. She examined her bag and found a fake diamond ring. Her mother gave this to her; she saw this at the store and found it pretty. Abigail always kept it in her bag, a reminder that her mom loves her. It looks real, so this can work. The Chacko placed the ring on her left ring finger. Tobias, knowing what Abby was about to do, gave her a wink. She smiled back and walked over to their table.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” Abby asked innocently. Ethan’s oceanic eyes widened as he saw the mischievous gleam in her coffee eyes. 

The woman, who was now dubbed Aubrie, turned around to look at her with a grim expression. 

“Babe?” Aubrie threatened lowly, “Who the hell do you think you are, calling my Ethan ‘babe’?” Oh, this girl has it coming.

Abby offered her a fierce smile, showing off her properly ‘engagement’ ring. “Well, I’m pretty sure I called my fiancée babe, right Ethan?” 

Instantly, Ethan understood. She wanted to play as his wife-to-be now, did she? Well, that can be easily arranged, Ethan smirks, deciding to play along.

“Well, you see, Dr. Zavala, you do remember how I love hearing the opera, don’t you? I took Abby to one of my favorite operas named Carmen, and I proposed to her there. She cried happy tears and said ‘yes’.”

Aubrie’s furious face slowly drained of color, as she realized they are engaged. She now has to live with the regrets from the past. Her violent hands started to shake a little as she realized who she was arguing with the whole time.

“Wait, are you Dr. Abigail Chacko? One of the youngest doctors in America, Sister of the famous surgeon Sebastian Chacko, the youngest member of Edenbrook’s diagnostic team, and the person who cured Dr. Naveen Banerji?” Zavala asked slowly, her shrill voice starting to grow tense.

Abby, on the other hand, was having too much fun with this. “Bingo! You got it right!”

Right away, when she said that, Aubrie reluctantly left the whole table, stomping on the way like a teenager. Naveen and Harper both had amusing smiles on their faces, Tobias tried not to choke on his wine, and Ethan had the biggest smirk ever. 

Abby took off her fake ring and placed it in her bag. At once, Ethan gave her a sounding kiss on her plump lips, not minding anyone any attention. 

“How did you know I had a pretty rough time here?” Ethan asked curiously. 

She smiled triumphantly. “Well, I saw all of your uncomfortable faces at the table when Aubrie was here. Tobias saw me and gave me an explanation to what was happening. I’m so sorry you had to go through that during your med school days.”

Ramsey gently stroked her smooth and delicate cheek. “It’s fine. Besides, I got an even better woman right here.” 

Tobias cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, but can you please just continue this later at home? I’m tryna drink some good wine here.”

Everyone snorted, but Ethan’s mind went back to the actual engagement ring he bought for her at their penthouse, stored inside one of his worn-out shoes. He was actually planning to propose to her tomorrow, on Christmas Day. 

Taking her to one of my favorite operas named Carmen, proposing to her there.

Oh, he can’t wait for this chaotic day to be over.

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