#medic frisbee

[found--family]

i can just picture dean finally getting his beach vacay and just. having a real bad run of luck. i mean everything is going against him. he gets sand everywhere and it's uncomfy af. baby gets a parking ticket. he loses his wallet (he doesn't care about the money or cards he cares about the crumpled picture of cas or him and cas he had in there). the sunscreen leaked in his bag so then he gets sunburned. he steps on a shell and cuts his foot so now he's limping and stuck on the stupid sand under the umbrella. literally it feels like he's cursed but he's just having a bad day. to top it all off he bluescreens when cas emerges in slowmo from the ocean - like that one scene of daniel craig in that bond movie - just tiny swim trunks and thicc thighs and wet muscle— and he gets hit in the head with a frisbee for his trouble. it's important to note that dean and cas are not together at this point, this is a family vacay with jack and sam and eileen and maybe the girls. dean comes to with a wet and worried cas leaning over him and he's a little loopy bc he got hit pretty hard and says something super chick-flicky like my hero or your eyes are like the ocean or makes some romcom movie reference bc his brain to mouth filter is offline. cas gets him to the medical tent or back to their accomodation nearby and tends to him in human ways and is so gentle and caring and such good company. cas laments dean's bad day bc he knows how much he was looking forward to this but then dean is like: eh it's not so bad. things are looking up actually. and cas looks at him confused and dean just smiles all soft and adoring and i mean there is love in that boy's eyes.

#beach boys #destiel #thoughts #fic fodder

[aloysiavirgata]

little fic: Scully 60th birthday with Mulder and their three offsprings (Emily, Will, Baby)

pretty please :) :)

Emily has been practicing for almost two years now, at a good dermatology office northwest of Baltimore. Emily is 5’10 and freckled, with hair like a Nebraska wheat field and her mother’s remarkable eyes. Emily, extroverted and charming and the life of every party, was the captain of three varsity teams in high school. Emily left soccer cleats and lacrosse sticks all over the house; Emily wore her father out with endless games of catch and tag and chase-the-frisbee. She has a quiet boyfriend named Sebastian who makes heavenly rugelach. He and Mulder swap notes on sourdough starters.

“Happy birthday, Scully!” she says, bending over to kiss her pixie mother. “You don’t look a day over 40, and I should know.”

Scully laughs, clutches at the human Golden Retriever that is her daughter. “I’m so glad to see you,” she says. “Where’s Baz?”

“Got a cake in the car. Hi, Dad!” She hurls herself into her father’s arms, laughing when he staggers backwards a bit.

“Jesus, kid,” Mulder says, squeezing her close. “Cut an old man some slack.”

Emily, laughing, is bright as the sun.

William, rangy and pale from too many hours in the chemical engineering lab, tosses grapes into his mouth while Vera, newly five, applauds.

“That’s forty-two, Will,” she says, adoringly, marking in her notebook. She huffs a new-penny corkscrew of hair from her line of sight. Vera alone inherited their mother’s hair. Their father’s changeable eyes.

“What up, nerd?” William says to his older sister. He throws her a grape, which she catches and eats.

Vera applauds again, records further data with the tip of her pink tongue poking between her lips.

“Price of gas,” Emily replies, walking over to drop kisses on her siblings. “Helicopters.”

Vera flings her arms around her sister’s neck. “Where is Baz, please?”

Emily scowls. “Everyone loves him more than me, even my own family. What gives?” She scoops her sister onto her hip.

“Baz makes patisserie,” Vera says, carefully enunciating. “Baz c’est magnifique.”

“Where’d you learn French?” Emily asks.

Vera beams but does not answer.

“We don’t know,” Scully says. She scolds Daggoo from the couch.

“Enigmatic little thing,” Mulder says proudly. “Like the rest of you.”

William pinches Vera’s bare toes, making her squeal. Like his father, he doesn’t openly acknowledge that Emily can see ghosts and learn from them. That he’s telekinetic, that sweet little Vera is, at least partially, psychic. He knows that Vera can speak a little French because Mulder can speak a little French.

Vera does a lot of things, does them quietly.

Their family is so boisterous, they talk so much and say so little.

Baz comes in, carrying a robin’s-egg-blue cake draped in garlands of pale yellow Lambeth frosting.

Vera gasps. “Oh, c'est beau ! Scully, regarde ce qu'il t'a fait! N’es-tu pas fière, Emily?”

William lolls on the sofa. On the table, a Rubik’s cube silently solves itself.

Emily looks at her extraordinary baby sister. Her beautiful, strange little brother. She looks at her mother, who isn’t aging quite right. At her father, whose ghosts she holds in her scarred heart. She returns her sister to the couch.

She kisses Baz on his perfect, regular, amazing, ordinary face.

“English please,” she says to Vera. “Just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”

Emily attended medical school at Hopkins.

“Fitzgerald,” Vera murmurs as she draws a diplodocus. “The Great Gatsby.”

Mulder and Scully exchange a glance.

Baz, beaming and sweetly, beautifully, oblivious, sets his artwork on the table. “Vanilla chiffon and raspberry,” he says, a kiss on Scully’s marble cheekbone. “Swiss buttercream.”

Emily preens.

“My favorite!” Vera cries.

William lights the candle without touching it, to make a point to Emily.

Emily, as expected, glares.

Vera gazes at the adults, enraptured. She sings Happy Birthday to her mother with the tone-deaf verve of kindergarten. She snuggles against her father with the trust of the utterly adored.

Scully grins, blows out the candles.

Watch little Vera, say Melissa and Samantha to Emily. She’s more.

Emily pretends to ignore her aunts, sees her brother adjust a deck of cards across the room. Sees her mother’s extraordinary beauty, sees her father’s extraordinary love.

She hugs her mother and cries, just a little, for reasons that are unclear. “I love you,” Emily says, throaty.

William rises, embraces them both. “Happy birthday, Mom,” he says. He kisses the top of her shining head.

Vera looks up from her drawing. “Ich habe keine Unruhe,” she says in her sweet, fluting voice.

Scully’s wine glass hits the floor in a sudden, piercing cry.

#xf fic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #inbox #prompt #60th birthday

[prof-peach]

ADOPTABLES NOW LOOKING FOR A HOME £25 (British Pound) per mon, Paypal only, First come first serve, DM to proceed with a paypal email for the invoice should you be interested.

HOUNDOURXPOOCHYENA -------- SOLD MECH RATTATA --------------------- SOLD ODDISH (CRETA) -------------------- SOLD MAGIKARPXCARVANHA ----------- SOLD

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As you approach the adoption booth nestled beside a smoothie stand, and a small shack renting wetsuits for the ocean close by, a woman with dark hair tied back smiles in your direction. The staff member dons the token Dōtaku green shirt, whispering to the cluster of pokemon at her feet, and the one in the tank on the table behind her, all watching on, ever hopeful.

"Welcome to Dōtaku Island's adoption day, we have three sweet mons looking for their forever homes, each with unique personalities, which im sure I can shed some light on for you, if you like?"

As you move along the line, she begins to talk to you about each.

You start on the small pup, a dark furred pokemon that stares up at you with big open eyes, standing just under 2ft in height. "This one was rescued from Magma grunts, a Houndour and Poochyena cross. She was quite agressive at the start of her rehabilitation, but now has passed all saftey measures with flying colours, and enjoys a good scratch on the belly these days. The professors have worked wonders on her, she'd make an excellent companion for anyone who struggles with the cold, but probably not the best for serious battle, as she's a little shy when under direct observation by many people. Her typing is Dark currently, and we dont expect her to gain more than mild fire attacks shoudl she choose to evolve. Warm cuddles are something she specialises in, an ember no doubt may be possible with time, but a mighty flamethrower might not be in her cards. Focus her exercise on agility, she sure can run, and LOVES to chase things, so balls and frisbees are great fun!" Next in the line is a rather old looking Rattata, one hand prostetic, but seemingly dexterous and functional.

"This little fella is affectionatly known as Clank, he walks around and you can hear his little paw on the tiles in the labs, so it kind of stuck. He unfortunatly found his way into some farming equipment that got turned on, and was brought to us as a last chance about three years ago now. He survived against all odds, sadly other professors and medical experts didnt want to give him the chance her deserved due to his common species type. Clank however defeated all odds, recovered, despite losing tail and hand, he was gifted a new one by Professor Grey, and now lives a very busy little life. He loves bananas and peanuts, and has a sharp mind, so needs a lot of enrichment like complex toys and one on one time with a trainer. He's not too good with larger mons, so we advise he have his own space, or go to a home with other smaller pokemon."

The third is a rather large oddish, standing double the size of the average specimine of its kind.

"This lovley lady has been nicknamed Monroe, she's a bit of a diva now, but wasn't always so confident. Professor Peach spent a couple years one on one with her to build up her moral. She came to us with a pretty heavy viral infection that caused dieback in the leaves, and her unusual complexion, the lumps however are superficial, and cause no discomfort, issue, or long term effects other than originally causing her emotional distress. She use to feel less than pretty, we'd had a few trainers pass her up due to hew apperance, they were less than friendly about their opinions of her, as you can imagine they got chewed out pretty badly by Peach and all teh staff who were there to overhear. She felt down, so the one on one time was all about making her feel amazing again! When her leaves started to grow back in we realised she was an unusual species, resembling Aglaonema Creta, a very pretty plant. She is jolly and sweet and kind, and just wants to shine, potentially a great candidate for contests or more flamboyant battles if you were so inclined."

The last in sat in a large tank on teh stall behind her, a grumpy looking water type.

"Mr.Grumpy here isnt all that mean, dont let his expression fool you, he's been looking for a home for a while now, but he just gets passed off as intimidating or scary, so it's been a long journey for him to find that perfect partner. A Magikarp and Carvanha cross, he can be tempermental, a little rough at times, not so easy to handle, but more than capable in a fight. he likes his fin held, and the staff have taken to putting movies on a laptop for him when hes not out in the rivers and waterways. His check ups go swimmingly, pardon the pun, thanks to media distraction. He hardly bites anyone these days, unless youre rude and done ask him before handling him. He's all about polite manners, so if you do that, nothign can go wrong! We're not sure what he'll evolve into if he chooses to, though we have a sneaking suspicion he'd be a water/dark type due to his moveset."

#adoptables #dotaku island #pokemon #pokemon hybrids #prof.peach #prof.grey

[doomspaniels]

Guinevere had a followup at the hospital. Her last visit in July was long and stressful. We expected this visit to have a lot of quiet waiting but not so much added stress. So I brought supplies to try to make the waiting better, and reduce overall stress for future trips. Indeed, right after we got there, Guinevere was already ready to bolt for home, or possibly just blindly into traffic.

The rope disc is one of Gwyn's current favorite activities, so once we were waiting alone in a room, we played some frisbee. Gwyn brightened up and relaxed significantly, even taking the frisbee to go lay down for a while.

Then Gwyn got bold enough to investigate my supplies bag, and found the hat I brought, too. First she played with the pom-pom and ties for a bit, then I put it on her and took it off several times (with appropriate treats).

By then Gwyn was feeling much calmer about being in a strange place with a history of stress, and began investigating the room too. Ridiculously adorable!

Because Gwyn's last visit was awful, the vets wanted to muzzle her for part of her exam. They were happy to move slowly, give treats, and wait for Gwyn to be comfortable at each step; they just also needed to reduce their own risk, entirely reasonable. We had just practiced "hat," of course, so I reminded Gwyn several times that other things go on her head and come back off just like hats, then buckled the muzzle while giving lots of treats. Once the exam was done, we practiced one more time taking the muzzle off (good girl!), putting it back on (lots of treats!), and taking it off again (good girl!).

We return home with a slightly refined medication/food regimen, and we're going to go back to discuss her complete diet (mostly, soluble/insoluble fiber supplements & also added treats) with the nutritionist because it's a complicated issue.

#guinevere #cocker spaniel #dogblr #vet visits #cooperative care #distraction & relaxation #shameless bribery ftw #flying discs #dogs in hats #mlem #sidetongue #Spaniel Eyes #meerkat #muzzle training

[liaromancewriter]

It Happened One Miami Night (3/?)

Series Premise: A work trip to Miami means finally accepting that some risks are worth taking. Or are they?

Fandom: Choices Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff Words: 1,430

Series Masterlist

A/N: I live! Seriously, though, I've been really sick the last few days; today's the first day I've actually felt like writing. I also don't know where I'm going with this series except for this idea of filling in blanks for moments we didn't see. Pray that I figure it out before I start rambling.

Submission for @choicesaprilchallenge24; dialogue prompt "come on, it'll be fun"

She might have been invited (ordered, more like) under false pretenses, but that didn’t mean she was wasting this opportunity. Still in awe of hearing medical greats in person, Cassie Valentine put her hands together for the chorus of applause that followed Dr. Hadley’s fireside chat.

Ethan Ramsey, the epitome of medical excellence, was Cassie’s ultimate inspiration. Yet, Rebecca Hadley, with her profound knowledge and charisma, was a close second in Cassie’s admiration.

Cassie's eyes darted hopefully towards the front as the room began to clear. Her heart sank at seeing the long queue of Dr. Hadley’s admirers. Disappointment washed over her, but she was determined not to let this opportunity slip away. However, the organizers pulled Dr. Hadley away before she could step forward.

Cassie checked the event schedule on the conference app and figured she had enough time to grab some swag for Elijah before the next session. She still hadn’t heard from Ethan.

No! She wasn’t going to think about him. This time was for her.

Ethan was her attending, that’s it. No, he wasn’t Ethan. He was Dr. Ramsey. Cassie repeated this to herself, a mantra reminding her of her resolution to move on and break the spell he’d cast on her.

She thought this weekend was already proving challenging, recalling their conversation after the Nash debacle. They hadn’t even been to their suite yet or figured out how they were going to spend two nights in close quarters. Would he casually dismiss her from his presence then, too?

Shaking off the anxiety, she entered the exhibit hall and made a beeline for the first table. They gave out branded pens; they were nothing special, but her friend wasn’t picky. Besides, Elijah lost at least two pens daily and would use them all.

With her tote bag bulging, she was halfway down this row when she spied a booth handing out frisbees. She sped up, grabbing the last one as someone reached for it. Cassie turned sideways and found herself in a tug-of-war with another attendee.

“I was here first,” she tugged the plastic disk a little too forcefully.

“Debatable.” The man grinned charmingly before letting go. “But my mother raised a gentleman,” he glanced at her lanyard, “Cassie.”

“Thanks,” she stared at the name tag in her line of sight, “Evan. My compliments to your mother.”

“Wait till I tell her how her lessons on manners led me to my future wife.” The twinkle in his eyes told her he was joking.

“Wow, you’re easy,” Cassie quipped. “Beat a guy at the Swag Olympics, and his true intentions come out.”

His lips twisted in a half smile, and he eyed her tote. “First conference?”

“Is it that obvious?”

Evan laughed. “First-timers always grab too much stuff. Then, you realize you can’t possibly take it home in your carry-on and start throwing out perfectly good swag.”

That made her pause. The space in her luggage was indeed limited. Still, she promised Elijah goodies, and she would deliver them.

“It’ll be okay,” she shrugged, unconcerned.

“I heard Panacea’s giving out briefcases,” Evan said, stepping closer, just at the edge of her personal space. “I was just heading there.”

Cassie caught the unspoken invitation in his voice and the interested look in his eyes as he peered intently at her. She started to decline, not wanting another run-in with Declan Nash, when their phones pinged.

“Oh wow, I don’t believe it,” Evan exclaimed, staring at his phone. “They just added Dr. Ramsey to a panel. It starts in twenty minutes.”

He glanced at her over his phone’s screen, his eyes filled with eager excitement. “He’s amazing. Man, what I’d do to work with him. I tried matching at Edenbrook last year, but their residency is super competitive.”

“I know,” Cassie said quietly, but Evan didn’t hear her as he continued talking.

“…got into Grady, so not a total loss. How about you?”

“Edenbrook. First year, internal medicine.”

Evan’s eyes widened. “Have you met Ramsey, then? What’s he like? Are rounds with him a masterclass in diagnostic excellence?”

Cassie wasn’t sure how to respond. Was she supposed to tell a stranger that she had not only met Ethan but fallen hard for him? That when he focused those laser blue eyes on her, she melted, heat pooling in her belly, fingers itching to touch him everywhere?

Ethan was a complicated man who hid his emotions behind an austere exterior. But when he let his guard down and let her in, she fell through a rabbit hole, knowing her life would never be the same again.

“Rounds with him are intense,” was all Cassie said, keeping her expression neutral.

Ten minutes later, she reluctantly followed Evan into the ballroom where Ethan’s session was taking place. Despite the last-minute announcement, the room was almost full, with just a few empty seats scattered around the room.

“See? I told you the room would be packed early,” he said, scanning the space.

They shoehorned their way to the center of the room, hopping over bags and feet to park themselves on two chairs in a row of theater seating. Cassie almost tripped over the ankles of a woman who wasn’t keen to let them pass, but Evan helped keep her upright.

Cassie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Ethan’s tall figure standing off to the side of the raised dais. He must’ve gone to the suite, for he was now wearing a blazer over the black shirt and gray slacks from this morning.

He hadn’t noticed her, and she doubted he would, given the size of the crowd. Still, she slumped slightly in her seat, practically hiding behind the person seated in the row before her.

“What are you doing tonight?”

She turned to face Evan, her brow raised in confusion.

“A few of us are getting together later,” he explained hurriedly. “It’s nothing fancy—cheap booze, music, dancing on the beach.”

“I don’t know,” she hesitated. “I’m here with my attending. He might need me for work.”

“All night?” Evan asked skeptically. “He doesn’t seriously expect you to be on call all weekend? Give the old man the slip and join us.”

When she still looked doubtful, he insisted, “Come on, it’ll be fun. Give me your number. I’ll text you the details.”

Cassie scoffed. “What makes you think you’ve earned my number?”

“My eternal optimism?”

“Nice try,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m on the conference app. Ping me the deets there. No promises.”

The emcee called the room to attention, and the commotion around them died down, replaced by excited anticipation. He introduced the session topic and speakers, reading a brief bio for each panelist.

Despite her earlier intention, Cassie straightened in her seat, unable to look away as Ethan joined his fellow panelists on the stage. As soon as the applause subsided, the moderator smoothly jumped into the discussion, throwing Ethan the first question.

Sprawled in a deep armchair, he held the microphone close to his lips, punctuating his point with a wave of his hand. He spoke eloquently, captivating everyone in the audience and the panel.

Cassie envied his effortless confidence and hoped that one day, she would be as secure in her abilities as a doctor.

She noticed how relaxed Ethan was now compared to earlier. He was in his element now, and it showed. Unlike the uncertainty of the situation with Naveen, sharing his opinions on managing medical resources during large-scale emergencies was easy.

Evan tried to engage her in conversation, leaning too close for comfort, but she ignored him beyond a quick nod. She hadn’t reflected on this topic before but found the discussion and subject area fascinating.

Cassie thought she knew Ethan’s career well, being his biggest fan and all. But she had no idea he’d volunteered in disaster zones during his residency and fellowship. Was there anything the man hadn’t done in the ten short years since he became a doctor?

And was he just as good in bed as he appeared out of it? The naughty voice broke through her thoughts, making her blush.

Cassie surreptitiously scanned faces around her to make sure no one had noticed her face turning red (or the way her skin flushed from the neck down as her breath hitched). It was damn inconvenient.

Listening to Ethan being, well, Ethan, was clearly turning her on.

So much for her resolution. All Ethan had to do was talk passionately about medicine, and she was ready to kiss his breath away.

The weekend just got a whole lot more complicated.

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#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfics #playchoices #choices fanfiction #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #open heart choices

[anonymous-astronaut]

Mercs vs one of those fake mechanical rodeo bulls

Scout

Confidence 100%. Execution… 0%. Scout goes in thinking he is about to beat every record ever set at the venue, he already has his rodeo bull trophy acceptance speech fully planned out in his head. But the second it starts to move he is tossed head-over-ass into the air like the worlds gangliest Frisbee. The only thing he broke was his ego and the record for how far anyone has ever been thrown. 2/10

Soldier

He is roaring out war cries before the machine even starts bucking, but he holds on for a pretty decent amount of time once it gets going. He treats it more like a wrestling match, and when he starts sliding off the side he tries to put the fake bull in a chokehold. Perceives the bucking as it fighting back and starts throwing punches. He has to be dragged away. 4/10

Pyro

They just want to pet it! If they did try to ride it they would be perfectly capable of staying on, but they see no reason to make it upset. 🐮/10

Heavy

He is very reluctant to give it a go, thinking he’s simply too big for the machine. If someone does manage to convince him to get on, it’s like watching a grown ass man trying to ride one of those spring-horse things at the playground. Staying on isn’t even a challenge for him. 9/10 (-1 for lacking enthusiasm)

Demo

If he is only slightly wasted, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that Demo is just that guy who straight up stands on the mechanical bull ans rides it like a god damn surfboard.

If he’s too wasted however, Demo will be clutching at the bull with all four limbs, clinging on for dear life and wailing until he slides off pathetically. 11/10 - 1/10 depending.

Engie

Oh. Oh this is his time to shine. Engie is making this his MOMENT. He’s got yee-haws and wah-hoos for days, riding like he’s straight out of a western film and headin for the sunset. Out of everyone who attempts it, he’s the only person who actually does it correctly. Them hips be rollin baby, and Engie is mesmerizing and living his best life. Doesn’t even spill his beer. 100/10

Medic

This man is… shockingly bad. He can’t stay on for the life of him, either spinning off in a twirl of limbs or flopping headfirst over the front. He does think it’s great fun though, and attempts it multiple times much to the enjoyment of the crowd who get to watch him eat shit every single time. 4/10 (bonus points for being a good sport)

Sniper

Sniper isn’t ridiculously bad, but he isn’t exactly great at it either. He can hold his own for a while, but it certainly isn’t pretty. This man has about as much grace as a bale of hay. It’s like watching an inflatable tube man in a hurricane, he just flails around until it finally throws him off. At least he put some real effort in. 5/10

Spy

An absolute disgrace, and the best show of the night. Someone would have to literally blackmail this man in order for him to actually do it, but by god it’s worth it. It’s like the bull is actively tying to beat him up. He’s light enough that it tosses him up in the air but his cat-reflexes and death grip means that it can’t quiet get rid of him. He ends up just getting tossed around like a cartoon character, somehow always landing on it just to get thrown again. Perfect combination of desperately wanting to get off but far too scared to let go. 3/10 skill, 10/10 performance

Miss Pauling

She’s way more focused on having a good time than staying on for as long as possible or beating anybody else. Still, she probably sets it to the highest setting just for the fun of getting tossed around, and she manages to stay on for an impressively good run. She has a fucking blast, as she should. 8/10

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 demoman #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #tf2 soldier #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 miss pauling

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 20

“We can’t all win”

Failure | City in ruin | Boot on throat 

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist 

~1120 words

CW: suffocation, past murder mention, future murder threats, very vivid and frank talk of murder, acid

(cont’d from Day 9: This Was Always Going To Happen and Day 5: What Do You Want Me To Do. You don’t really need to read them to understand this story, but it would help a bit for full comprehension)

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“Villain–” Spy sputtered, scrambling backward with a heavy limp, wincing every time they tweaked their ankle in just the wrong way. “--Villain, wait, wait, I don’t–... You don’t have to–”

“Don’t I?” Villain cut them off with an amused tilt of the head. “Because it seems to me, Medic, that ever since you joined the team, small yet… unexplainable things keep happening… Voices that aren’t your own coming from you room, victims suddenly ‘can’t take any more’ just as they’re about to crack…”

Spy’s bad ankle snagged onto a ripple in the carpet that wasn’t there before and they crumbled back, their butt and wrists shooting warning bolts of distress through their bones as they hit the ground hard.

“I’m just here to make sure you don’t kill anyone you don’t mean to, Villain.”  Spy reasoned weakly as Villain closed the distance between them. “You always go too far.”

Villain kicked halfheartedly at the mangled ankle they just broke, and Spy hissed, barely holding back a full screech. 

“Now that’s all just circumstantial, I’m sure, Medic. I like you, really, I do. You’re all business, but you still know how to have fun, like me.” Their hand glided gracefully into their jacket pocket. “I really wanted it not to be true, but…”

Villain flicked their hand up and produced a small black and white composition journal between their middle and pointer finger, smiling lightly as the blood in ‘Medic’s’ face drained at the sight. They frisbeed the journal with a flick of their wrist, and Spy flinched as it smacked them in the face before falling face up and open beside them, their sins out on full display.

“The evidence doesn’t lie, does it? Spy…”

Spy grasped the acid bottles strapped to their belt and hurled them at Villain with a loud cry, watching as they sailed straight through Villain’s body with a sparkle and splattered onto the wall behind them. The drywall hissed in protest. Villain was on them in an instant, one foot weighing heavily on their throwing wrist, splaying it out wide away from their body while Villain’s other foot slammed them back and rested on their throat, pressing down just enough on their windpipe to barely allow airflow. Spy’s eyes bulged as they gasped against the obstruction, an involuntary whimper escaping their throat as the pressure didn’t let up.

“I hate double agents, Spy.” Villain growled. “And even more, I hate traitors.”

Spy yanked fruitlessly at the foot planted firmly on their throat, before leaning their head back, defeated. “Just kill me already.” They rasped, squeezing their tear lined eyes shut. They should have known this would happen.

“You should be so lucky…” Villain laughed as they brought their foot up slightly, enjoying the feeling of the fragile life force they held under their sole spasming and begging for life. For mercy.

Villain knew no such word.

“No, no, no death for you… traitors can still be immensely useful, especially when their friends still love and more importantly, trust them.”

Spy’s face twisted into a burning rage as they tried to beg, reason, curse Villain out, do something, but the full weight of Villains body fell squarely on their throat just as they were about to do so, and their rage morphed into full blown panic as they convulsed around the unyielding force denying them the mercy of oxygen. Panicked agony ripped through their chest as they clawed at Villains leg and silently begged into their cold, calculating eyes, the same ones that sparked with radical enjoyment as Spy finally started to go limp under their heel a moment later, watching with glee the slowly but surely losing battle that Spy fought with the ever encroaching blackness at the edges of their vision. Their spasming chest and stomach grew steadily weaker until they stilled entirely, sitting unmoving under the villain.

Just as Spy went limp, Villain raised their foot fully out of Spy’s windpipe, so their boot was just resting on their trembling neck again. Spy coughed violently under them, attempting to curl up into themself as the weight still on their neck actively prevented it. They just clutched at the carpet and coughed violently into the air, tears now freely flowing from their eyes.

“I’m going to make you give them false information, Spy.” Villain continued nonchalantly as Spy hyperventilated under them. “Then I’m going to make you sit there and watch as I torture and murder every. Last. One of them.”

Villain crouched down grabbed villains jaw, yanking their teary face up to look them in the icy blue eyes. 

“I’ll start with Youngest. The one who got you caught. The one you tried so hard to protect from me. I’ll make you look them in the eyes and apologize to them for not being good enough as they die, and I’ll make sure they know you won’t be saving them this time. Then Leader, just so you know that all this? It was all for nothing. They all died for nothing, because of you. Then finally, Caretaker… Your love, the one who first made me suspicious of you. I’ll make sure to thank them as they scream for mercy, and I’ll make sure they feel the weight of their careless mistake with every cut of the blade. They’ll slowly bleed out, and you’ll sit there and hold them in your arms, knowing you can do absolutely nothing. Maybe I’ll even throw in Sidekick, too, the spineless dog. Just another traitor. I only wish I hadn’t killed Rogue so soon so I could make you watch the life drain from their eyes, too.”

Spy glared up at Villain through their despair with all the hatred they could muster, struggling against their weight as best they could, uncaring of the foot that held their throat to the ground like a vice. They screamed out, in defeated rage. What else could they do? 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Spy.” Villain tutted, like a mother scolding her troubled child. “We can’t all win. Excuse me for wanting your failure to hurt.”

The Villain stomped down before the weight suddenly lifted off of Spy’s bruised neck, and  Villain sauntered away toward the door. The sudden supply of air had Spy splayed out and coughing into the ground once more, pressing their forehead into the soft carpet in the vain hope that they could just push through the the fluff and scratch and disappear forever. Like Villain could, if they wanted to. Spy should be so lucky.

“Come along, Medic.” Villain called out to the mess behind them. “Stop writhing on the ground like a worm and at least pretend you’re not a complete failure.

“We’ve got work to do.”

@whumptember

#whumptember2023 #whumptember day 20 #day twenty: we cant all win #day twenty: failure #day twenty: boot on throat #failure #boot on throat #we cant all win #whump #whump writing #whumpee #writeblr #whump scenario #whumper #heroes and villains #hehehehe #this one is awesome #im really starting to get invested in this story too lol

[slashingdisneypasta]

You know what gets me?

NonKiller!AU's for the Slashers.

Michael tried to kill his sister, when he was 6. But she managed to stop him and they got him help. He leaves Smithsgrove at 21, just like the movie goes, but this time he's released on good behaviour. His therapy has been working and he takes his medication without even being reminded- he's a high functioning human being; Half bad, half good. To Laurie Strode he's just the carpenter working on the house down the street.

All the way in Texas, the Sawyer brothers are saved from their upbringing early on by the cops when their parents abandon them and Grandpa starts losing feeling in his legs. Bubba's just an infant, Drayton's just turned 13 and the twins are just two manic kids. Miraculously they stayed together in the system, and now they still live together well into adulthood- Drayton says he's irritated as hell but he doesn't kick them out, Bubba's a lollypop lady near the local school, Chop Top went to war and when he came back he needed help but is doing well and spends a bit more of his allowance on vinyl's then he probably should, Nubbins is a small-time photographer helping Drayton with the rent despite how they fight, and they all take care of Grandpa. They're aren't doing great, but every Friday is leftovers night and its like a little party.

Chucky and Tiffany broke up, and this time they never get back together. Glen and Glenda live with Chucky every other week, though Glenda is starting to get sick of of it (Getting thrown around constantly like a fucking Frisbee) in her teenage years and gets closer and closer to moving out too-early with every fight they have. Glen's picked his dumb parents up from jail too many times growing up but he couldn't give up on them even if he tried, because he sees the good in them; How his father beams with pride whenever the twins achieve something (Even if its not the thing he wanted them to achieve) and how his mother constantly shows she just wants them to be happy and nothing else really matters.

Across the country, Jason works with kids at a high school; Tries to help them, give them a person to talk to about things or just sit with. Tattoo's run up his arms and lick out the colour of his t-shirts, and they look gnarly (He got them to distract people from his head), but they remind him of what's important he tells his teenagers, it doesn't matter what other people think of you. He also offered his services online as the internet blew up and one of his teenagers who especially resonated with his help on there was called Kathy Krueger.

Freddy's a divorced, bisexual father in the 50's suburbia who doesn't seem to give one single fuck that other people hate him (He grew up like that) and he's irritatingly resourceful so no matter what they do legally, they cant get rid of him- he pops right back and takes great joy in shoving his existence in peoples faces (He's a survivor so fuck all of you). And he's not a perfect father by a long shot but he's always there at Kath's school things and is always good for dad jokes to lighten the mood.

Its not until they're in their 50's that Jason and Freddy meet- Jason's taking a cross-country road trip after his mother dies, to clear his head, and he makes a stop in a town called Springwood where he meets a man whose mouthiness has only gotten worse with age- and- and- is this man checking him out in the grocery store??

Meanwhile Billy and Stu are two boys watching horror movies in their bedrooms together, afraid of how other people would react to finding out they kiss together, too.

#Slashers #Slasher Movies #Billy Loomis #Stu Macher #Billy x Stu #Billy Loomis x Stu Macher #Stu Macher x Billy Loomis #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Frason #Bubba Sawyer #Drayton Sawyer #Chop Top Sawyer #Nubbins Sawyer #Grandpa Sawyer #Michel Myers #Lauri Strode #Katherine Krueger #Maggie Burroughs #Slasher Villains #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Tiffany Valentine #Glen Ray #Glenda Ray #Glen Valentine #Glenda Valentine

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

I'm part Filipino; are there any Philippines-native snakes that you can share?

Absolutely!! There are plenty of awesome snakes native to the Philippines.

The Philippines are home to the Paradise flying snake (Chrysopelea paradisi)! These guys are members of the genus of flying snakes, who can glide from tree to tree by flattening their bodies out like frisbees.

Mangrove snakes (Boiga dendrophila) are awesome. These guys are the biggest cat-eyed snakes in the world (6-8 feet long in a genus where 1.5-2 feet long is average). They're rear-fanged venomous colubrids, and although their venom isn't medically significant to humans, it's supposed to be much more unpleasant than a hognose's.

Triangle-spotted snakes (genus Cyclocorus) have a soft spot in my heart. They're teeny little snakes (just over a foot long on average), specialized for eating even smaller snakes! They have very unique teeth - their teeth increase in size towards the back of their mouth, ending in two unusually large teeth near the end. They're not venomous - that's probably to help them eat reptilian prey easily! They belong to their own family, but they're more closely related to elapids than to colubrids.

Bluntheaded slug snakes (Aplopeltura boa) are my best friends. Look at them. As you might guess from the name, they eat slugs. 10/10, no notes.

Dog-toothed cat snakes (Boiga cynodon) are a species I'd love to talk about all day long! They're so cool! Like mangrove snakes, their cousins, they're big for cat-eyed snakes (around 6 feet for these guys). They get their name from their huge teeth - they have big teeth because they're specialized for snatching birds out of the air as they're flying by!

They flatten out their necks vertically when they're upset! Lots of Old World snakes do this, but they're particularly dramatic about it.

They like to rest on branches like green tree pythons. They're amazing. Dog-toothed cat snakes my beloveds.

Philippine pit vipers (Trimeresurus flavomaculatus) are close relatives to white-lipped tree vipers! These guys are unique to the Philippines.

The Philippines is home to several cobras, but one of the coolest is the Samar cobra (Naja samarensis)! These guys are bright yellow spitting cobras! Spitting cobras are able to spit venom through specialized holes in their fangs. It's kinda like being both melee and ranged-weapon equipped. They've evolved to aim for the eyes!

Finally, in waters off the Philippine islands, you can find my personal favorite sea snake, the yellow-bellied sea snake (Hydrophis platurus)! These are some of the most widely-distributed sea snakes in the world - they're found in tropical ocean waters around the world, excepting the Atlantic. A fun sea snake fact: they actually can't drink salt water! They have to drink fresh water from rain as it collects along the top of the ocean water. Yellow-bellied sea snakes can go for up to seven months without freshwater during times of drought!

#not a rating #snake facts #snakes of the world

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Some Vampdrew pretty please

WIP Wednesday (4/10) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 104-B)

"Speaking of watching your mouth..." Aaron starts, turning towards Andrew with a sort of ticked-off look on his face. When Andrew catches his thoughts, he almost smiles. "My Eggos were gone this morning. Did you take them?"

"Yes."

Aaron throws his hands into the air. "Seriously? You ate my last fucking waffles?"

"I didn't say that."

Aaron exhales through his nose. "So... To be clear, you took them but didn't eat them?"

"Yeah. Believe me I tried to eat them, but they were trying to chew on a tire. And I literally have fangs. But if you'd like them they're somewhere over that way," Andrew says, pointing towards the window and the direction in which he flung them off the roof. "And, in case you didn't know, they make for decent frisbees."

"You threw my waffles out the window?"

"Of course not. I threw them off the roof." Andrew corrects, then he mimes throwing a frisbee. Nicky starts to laugh under his breath at that but Aaron doesn't look the least bit amused.

"Bastard."

"I only took them because you took my last Pop Tarts." Andrew says, jabbing a finger at him. "We're even."

"Oh." Nicky stops laughing. "I... actually ate the Pop Tarts last night. Sorry, Andrew."

"What a twist to this detective story," Kevin says, rolling his eyes. "Can we get back to the vampire story and figuring out what to do about Neil?"

"It'll be fine." Andrew says. "The more time I spend around him, the less... tempting he'll be. Easy."

"That's stupid. It'll never work," Aaron says. Andrew flips him off but his brother pays him no mind, turning instead to their cousin. "Nicky, will you drive me to the store? I need to get some more waffles."

"I'll drive," Andrew says as he stands up. "I have to get some Pop Tarts. And toothbrushes." When the others all give him looks, he shakes his head. "Don't ask."

---

Aaron doesn't particularly like riding with Andrew when he's medicated and he makes that well known. But Andrew's reflexes are better than they ever were when he was human, even when he's got the poison in his system. So he eventually accepts the ride offer and the two of them head off to the grocery store.

When they get there, they split up. Andrew finds his Pop Tarts quickly and grabs four boxes, just to be safe. Then he gets twice that amount of toothbrushes. As he patrols the aisles looking for his brother, Andrew sees a man wearing a worn-out hoodie that makes him think of Neil. It's certainly not him, he a bit too tall and a bit too heavy. But Andrew's mind is flooded with bad thoughts.

I know where he is. Coach's place isn't far. I could eat him right now. Andrew's fangs prick his bottom lip, his hunger steering him towards the exit. It takes everything in him not to start running. But then Aaron appears in front of him, hilariously in front of a shelf full of bandages.

"Where are you running off to?" says Aaron. Andrew blinks, snapping out of whatever the hell that was, and looks down at his basket. He's already got what he needs? Oh, right. Yeah.

"To pay for my very wise purchases, where else?" Andrew says, holding up his basket.

"I thought you were going to leave me here." Aaron accuses. Andrew just laughs. And drops a couple variety packs of Band-Aids into his basket. Just in case.

#BACK IN TIME WE GO! #this piece is sort of long but it's the scene i forgot about last night! i'll have to go and edit the time/date so it'll show up in order #andreil #aftg #Vampire Andrew AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #anon

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour ST AUGUSTINE, FL - JUL 11 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

6:00 PM - Doors Open

7:00 - 7:30 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

8:00 - 9:55 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Edit: the venue announced The Snuts will no longer perform.

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

All guests are required to abide by the following procedures:

Guests can begin lining up no earlier than 9:00 AM on the day of show, July 11.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be put on guests' wrists upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

Guests must have a valid ticket for The St. Augustine Amphitheatre July 11 show to receive a wristband, and all guests in a party must be present to receive a wristband.

Any guests that have camped overnight or arrived before 9:00 AM will not be given wristbands and will be sent to the back of the line.

Guests are encouraged to return at 3:00 PM to queue for General Admission entry beginning at The West Gate (first gate closest to A1A S/main entrance).

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM.

After 4:00 PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis.

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line.

Guests are not permitted to hold places in line. Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

💧⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️💧

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

Thunderstorms expected, prepare accordingly!

The venue is cashless! Pay with card and mobile pay!

Parking: On-site parking in is very limited and sells out quickly. Parking passes may be pre-purchased for each event at the Box Office or online via ticketmaster.com. On-site parking currently SOLD OUT. The on-site parking lot opens two (2) hours prior to gates opening on event days. Off-site FREE parking with shuttle service at Anastasia State Park and the R.B. Hunt Elementary School Soccer Field. Shuttle service begins one hour (60 minutes) before gate time and runs for up to one hour (60 minutes) after the event ends. Parking is NOT permitted in the residential neighborhoods surrounding the venue. Details and maps here.

ADA info here

Guests (even children) are not allowed to sit or stand on the shoulders of another guest.

Cameras: NO Cameras with Detachable Lenses. Flash photography, professional cameras (including SLR cameras) are prohibited. Recording equipment, tripods, monopods and selfie sticks are also prohibited. 

Water: empty, clear, reusable water bottles to fill (and refill) at the filtered water stations throughout the venue. Single-use plastic, metal and glass containers are not permitted.

NO Outside Food or Beverages

NO Coolers

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO Fireworks or sparklers

NO Aerosol cans (hairspray, bug spray, sunscreen)

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Camping or Folding Chairs

NO chains

NO Inflatables, throwing toys (including beach balls and frisbees), blow-up toys, balloons or bubbles

NO Medication in unmarked containers.

NO Recording devices, iPads/laptops

NO Selfie sticks, drones

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Musical Instruments or Noisemakers

NO Scooters/Skateboards

NO Strollers

NO Umbrellas

NO Wrapped Packages of Any Kind

NO throwing objects of any kind.

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

VIEW VENUE MAP 

VIEW SEAT MAP 

*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security.

Click here for some insider info about the venue and parking!

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

Bags smaller than 6" x 6" x 6"

Tote or purse smaller than 12" x 6" x 12" (as long as all items are loose)

Clear plastic bag smaller than one gallon

Seat Cushion with no pockets, arms or zippers

Diaper Bag

Medically Necessary Bags (permitted after proper inspection)

All other bags prohibited.

Details here.

Banners, signs and flag policy:

NO Signs Larger than 12" x 12"

NO Poster Tubes (Show Specific)

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at  (904) 209 -3746. You can also access their website. Email:  [email protected] . Check their Twitter and IG for updates. Address: 1340C A1A South, St. Augustine, Florida 32080. Venue: The St. Augustine Amphitheatre

#fitfwt st augustine #venue info #venue policy

[demigod-of-the-agni]

15 Questions Game

Thanks for the tag @jenolicho! Haven't done these things in a while soo-

1. Were you named after anybody? Nah. My real-life counterparts aren't that famous. That task falls to me

2. When was the last time you cried? This morning. I got coconut oil got in my eyes while doing my hair. They don't tell you this but it makes your eyelids go sticky and it spreads the oil everywhere. All I was doing today was squinting at everything

3. Do you have kids? I don't know. I forget to count them

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh a lot. Sometimes I start doubting myself whether I'm talking seriously or not. Sometimes I just think I'm mean (maybe I should be a bit more mean)

5. What sports do you play/have played? I used to play basketball and hockey, but the longest commitments were tennis and ultimate frisbee. Current game is beating up writer's block

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? Hmm. Their voice, and maybe their eyes, too. Mostly how they speak, because it's cool to hear other people's speech patterns, their tones and inflections

7. Eye color? Boring. Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I love both equally.

9. Any special talents? I'm especially ordinary. But to be fair, it would have to be being the court jester for the magpie family who visit me. They hold me in high regards, so I suppose that's something special, if not a talent

10. Where were you born? The land down under :(

11. What are your hobbies? Art, writing, music, beating up writer's block, gaming...

12. Do you have any pets? I had about six fish, parented a spotted dove chick for a while, and am now currently the court jester for the magpies. The latter two are not pets, more like distinguished guests who happen to drop by

13. How tall are you? Next question

14. Favorite subject in school? English and science!

15. Dream job? I don't know...maybe something science-y. I would love to get into medical research someday

Alrighty. Who gets tagged? You, because you saw this post

Oh, and @vastreef. Mate I'm not letting you get away with tagging me earlier. get tagged idiot <3

#tag game #agnirambles

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

Something was bothering Bishop Percival. He was pacing around his personal vestry and office, two in the morning. He slowed to a stop in front of an ornate full length mirror. He stared at his face for a good while, then rubbed the top of his naked, unadorned head with a heavy sigh. “I don’t feel complete without one…”

Percy’s eye wandered toward a nearby chest. He popped it open and dug around a bit before pulling out a standard Hater Empire watchdog helmet. After a moment of hesitation, he rested it upon his head and looked back in the mirror. The sight disgusted him as he scowled. “That is not me..,” he muttered as he removed the helmet and frisbeed it across the room where it crashed into a bookshelf. 

“Aaaarhg!!!” He plopped down in his lush desk chair. “Waiting, waiting, waiting! I can’t stand it anymore! Why’s that damn Bowtie so… Breakable! UGH!”

Percival clutched the sides of his head as he laid it down on the desk, muttering curses. But then he sprang his head back up. A cheeky smile grew across his face as a really good idea formed in his head. “Heh… What am I moping around for? I have the power to fix broken things…”

He took out his phone and dialed a number. As expected since it was quite late at night, it went to voicemail. So the bishop tried again and again until he was finally answered.

“Urgh… H-hello, Your Excellency? What’s up?” 

It was Sam. Their voice was groggy and unsure. 

It had been about a week and a half since they dislocated Theodore’s shoulder. Bishop Percival had already tore into them multiple times about breaking the Glornch’s tailor at such an inconvenient time. Sam was incredibly apologetic (to Percival) and vowed to do whatever it took to make it up to him. So they figured this call might be about that.

“Slimy! My Slimeball! I have a really important assignment for you. Can you meet me in front of the medbay? Like right now?”

“Uh, y-yes sir! What is—”

Percy hung up. Sam sighed. She didn’t know if she should be glad Percy was probably taking her up on her offer to regain his favor, or if she should be worried that it involved going to the medbay, and likely by extension, dealing with Theodore. Regardless, Sam figured they’d get their answers in person. Once they made it down from the bunks they made a beeline to the medbay.

The bishop was waiting outside the main doors. “Oh, you made it here fast, Slimy!”

Sam gave him a deep, reverent bow once they approached him. “A’ course sir, only for you.” They sprang back up. “So what’s my assignment?”

“Come along…” The bishop led them through the doors and they made their way to an expansive concourse. The area was lined wall to wall with rows of cots containing sleeping watchdogs, too injured to climb the bunks in the Skullship's sleeping quarters but too healthy to occupy a medical bed. 

Bishop Percival gestured his arm across the room. “You see Sam, I’m trying to find Bowtie. But my, it’s just so crowded in here, I figured I could use your help! You’re so nimble and agile, I bet you could navigate the narrow walkways far quicker than me.”

Sam rubbed their head. “But sir… That’s gonna be like finding a very dull, lame, annoying needle in a stack of other needles. Or however that saying goes.” 

“Yeah, which is why I’m making you do it! If Bowtie carries his red robe around, then look for that if it’ll make it easier. And when you do find him…”

Percival removed his own outer vestment and handed it to Sam. “Text me, plop this on the floor next to you, and I’ll be there in a flash!”

Taking the robe, Sam looked down and let out a small sigh before meeting the bishop’s eye again. “Okay sir… M-may I ask why you’re sniffing out, uh, Bowtie now when you could’ve just like, called him to your office when he’s awake or something?”

“No you may not ask! Now git on out there!” 

Sam straightened up, puffed out their chest, and gave a firm “yes sir!” before turning. They only got a few steps away before Percy shouted “WAIT!," much to the alarm of a few watchdogs trying to sleep nearby.

The bishop somehow procured a large stack of informational Glornist pamphlets from his pocket and handed them to Sam too. “Might as well do some quiet proselytizing while you’re at it, eh?”

Sam draped the robe over his shoulder and took the pamphlets. “Sure. Good call, Your Excellency.”

With that, she took off nimbly sidling down the narrow aisles of cots, carefully placing a pamphlet on each sleeping watchdog she passed, looking for Theodore. 

This went on for some time. With each passing cot, Sam became less careful about their movements, awkwardly striding sideways and impatiently slapping down pamphlets, growling an insincere “my fucking bad” whenever she kicked a cot and awoke the watchdog within. 

Finally, just as he placed his last available pamphlet, he spotted a head that was resting on what looked like a red pillow. That was good enough evidence that it was their target. As instructed, they threw Bishop Percival’s robe to the ground and texted him.

Just a few seconds later, a bright red light flashed from under the robe and in an instant the bishop sprang up from under it along with a cloud of black smoke. He smiled wide at Sam before leaning over the sleeping watchdog and poking at him.

“Psssst… Bowtie….”

#stuckinuniformdevelopment #soldiersam #[[can i name this one]] #[[it will be]] #the switcheroo

[8-bitbrainrot]

what the dog doin???

more about him below break!!! :]

this is my stupid dog he's a workaholic and plays bonescape on the job at HQ

art is a bit old, ham looks kinda different than i draw him now, and i wanna change the spider logo on his back, but dogg..

he and ham have that coworker love-hate-but-usually-hate dynamic because i say so‼️

stupidly long dog infodump incoming vv

-his entire dimension is populated by silly dogs !!

-chased a frisbee thrown by his Uncle Bernard during a game of fetch into a bush with a spiderweb in it. this is when he was bit by his spider

-hes a medical journalist/intern at the Daily Beagle in his dimension. he got a veterinary degree since he wanted to learn more about his abilities on that level, and had always been interested in the concept, but ended up being stuck with an internship instead of a vet job. he uses his Spider-Hound battles to get photos of rare injuries and the like.

-speaking of the Daily Beagle, Spider-Ham physically attacked him once, accusing him of plagiarism.

-he juggles his internship with also being the head of the medical wing at HQ. most work he does is logging information about the various Spider-People that come and go, so he and anyone else there can more easily treat them in the future. he's gained a lot of dumb jokes and weird looks when a dog steps out to treat wounds, though, and every time he does he's gotten used to saying 'i don't shed' before anything else.

-he will sleep in his office under his desk on a dog bed a lot, just so he can go right back to work easily the next day.

-while his world has a somewhat cartoony appearance, toon force is a lot less significant than in universes such as Ham's.

-he has heightened hearing and smell because he's a dog, but it was heightened further after the spider bite. he often wears earplugs, only taking them out when in his office, so he can hear when someone walks into his wing.

-organic webbing, but it usually doesn't hold well since he's always exhausted.

-he can run on all fours, able to outrun most Spider-People like this.

-he's weaker than other Spider-People, and while the toon force's resilience provides some protection, he still struggles to physically fight your usual, non-dog villains.

-he hates any kind of smoke.

-he is 100% the guy to tell you to sleep and drink water and then stay awake for 5 days straight only drinking room temperature pepsi.

-he made a translation collar for hq so that he could talk to others. otherwise, he just makes huffs, gruffs, and woofs. (100% inspired by dug)

-he can be understood by standard quardopedal dogs without the collar on, and can understand them regardless. they don't usually have much to say that anyone would find interesting. food! squirrel!

-if someone is rude to him about being a dog and their ailment is minor, he'll refuse care until they own up to their actions. he's been reprimanded for this before, but knows he won't get fired.

-he's kind of on Miguel's side, but only because he's put his entire life into HQ and wouldn't risk losing it. once he's attached to something, he's locked down, loving like a dog.

-he loves great pyrenese (his gwen was one, named gizmo)

-when miguel came to recruit him, he had to write down 'give me a dictionary and come back in 48 hours' on a notepad, and made his translation collar within that time. miguel was a bit impressed by his dedication, which helped him get his position.

canon events: vv

-a rabid dog broke into his home, still somewhat conscious of decisions and continuing his life of crime in his haze. Pawter had let the man go earlier that day, before the furious rabies had set in, and Pawter had thought the guy was just a bit strange. the rabid dog bit his Uncle Bernard, leaving him to not die then and there, but slowly, with nothing to do to help. this both encouraged him to become Spider-Hound, and encouraged his medical interest onwards.

-lost Gizmo Stacy and Harry Pawsborn in a similar way to the classic 616 Peter Parker

-when his Aunt May's health began to deteriorate, after he'd lost his uncle and closest friends, he began to work at HQ more than back at home, ashamed of it, but too scared to watch as his aunt faded away too.

#i love him sm #spiderverse #spidersona #spiderman oc #itsv #atsv #peter porker #spiderham #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #8-bitsart #itsv:btl

[notebookpapers]

OC Introductions!!!

I’ve decided I’m gonna start using my OCs on here just for writing exercise drabbles, so I’ve decided to make a little into post for them, in case anyone is interested!!

Images made with this picrew by the lovely @crowesn :)

From left to right, we have Ximena, Lumen, & Mattie! Let’s start with Ximena:

Latina

Muscular (freediver/weightlifter)

Great hugger

A softie

Shark mutant

Bilingual

Plays Drums/Guitar

Can sing but gets stage fright

Quick wit

Sarcasm

Dry humor

And I cannot stress this enough gives GREAT hugs like FANTASTIC

Likes dancing

has a tiny facial scar that makes ppl think she’s badass but really she just got it from a nail scratch while playing a real intense game of beach frisbee

Shark teefs :)

Moving on to Lumen:

Latina (mixed)

Bilingual

Jellyfish mutant

Plays keys/guitar/bass

Every hair on her body has stingers (but she’s mostly harmless & actually terrified of hurting anyone)

Producer/lead lyricist/lead vocals

Shy (but loud with friends)

Probably the most depressed out of the three (she's a little self-destructive with coping mechanisms)

Childhood friends w Ximena, they drifted apart in high school & then got closer again in college

Sleep deprived

Doesn't actually have earfins like in the picture but i just wanted a way to make her a little more sea creature-like in this picrew

Covered in little glowy colorful spots

Glows in the dark and people will not shut up abt it

Much like a jellyfish, the cnidocytes in her hair just. Stick. To everything. She can consciously turn them off when awake but she is the #1 blanket stealer while sleeping

Up in the recording studio till 1 am bc that’s when she has her best ideas

TERRIBLE sleep schedule

I like to think that Ximena dyes her hair purple but hers is just Like That

Matt:

Resident White Boy™️

Somehow still tans darker than Lumen

Freckles till high heaven

Reptile mutant

Sticky hands to spiderman around on shit

ALWAYS climbing smthn

Owns several snakes & lizards at any given time

10/10 would sleep in a hammock if allowed to sleep in a hammock

Plays bass/guitar/backup vocals

Nerdy

Tired of the beast boy jokes (that’s a lie he loves them)

Able to shapeshift fully into a giant lzard but likes to keep the tail out just for fun (& to smack ppl with it)

Has piercings bc he wants to be a bad boy (he is not a bad boy)

Skinny lanky little bean sprout ass body type but also still somehow has baby face

They're in a QPR bc I say so & also they're all in a band together. I like to think that in this universe, mutations are taboo. They might look cool, but some people think they're unnatural or scary, and bc of their mixed DNA, it's not easy for them to get good medical care. Some mutants have the ability to somewhat retract their more inhuman features, allowing them to look more normal, but some can do it to a further extent than others, and some can't do it at all. I have more cooking in my head about the lore of this world and the little guys that live in it, but this is just a little intro post for now!

#thank u to the like three people who said they walked to great abt my ocs #it was a few but TWAS ENOUGH #also thank u for the picrew bc I cannot draw #v fun!!! it’s actually a tiefling picrew yall should check it out!! #anyways #here’s my blorbos :) #ocs #my ocs #oc info

[mickmundy]

50 or 74 would be cute! 🥺(Kiss prompts)

oohohoo... >:) you are so right! shall we? these are Mini Fics so i'm going to stick them under a cut; apologies in advance for Potentially Ass Formatting KSDKFSDKF

50. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

Medic knew better than to try and distract Sniper while he was training. Honing that aim of his was just as important as Medic fine-tuning his uber technology... not that the doctor particularly cared about either of their mercenary legacies at the moment. He had his fingers laced loosely around Sniper's middle, resting against his belly as the sharpshooter was perched in his lap.

Medic knew this was also the kind of training Sniper enjoyed best; Engineer had gifted him some kind of contraption that shot little frisbee's into the air of various sizes and at various speeds so that Sniper could shoot them down with the deadly accuracy that the team had come to expect of him. His hat sat on the crate beside them as his mouth found the salty-with-sweat skin at the back of his neck, pressing chaste kisses to it and feeling Sniper go rigid for a moment, suppressing a shudder. Medic smirked against his skin, making the bushman heave a sigh, followed by a low hum. "Dovey," he warned, which only made his lover smile wider.

The doctor drew in an excited breath as Sniper's shoulders tensed, bracing as he took a shot, his ears ringing as he heard the TING! of one of the little objects being shattered, nearly felt the kickback of Sniper's rifle as he pressed his chest tighter against the marksman's back. "Hmm?" Medic cooed, running his hands over Sniper's waist and triumphantly eyeing how magnificent his lover's sweaty skin looked when showcased in nothing but those white tank tops he wore when he practiced.

Sniper had invited him up here with him for some lunch (the remains of which now lay discarded beside them) and figured Medic would trot off to his lab... only to be pleasantly surprised as the doctor perched himself on a crate and pulled Sniper into his lap, all while insisting he'd behave so that his beloved could practice, of course. "I'm clearly not distracting you!" He reasoned, gnashing his teeth gently against sniper's sweaty shoulderblades, bare palms running over the damp fabric of his shirt just under his breasts. Magnificent. His breath hitched as he watched the muscles under his skin move to take another shot again, admiring the physical marvel that was his greatest achievement, and love of his life. TING!

"You always distract me," Sniper purred. If he was objecting to it, he certainly didn't seem all that inconvenienced. Medic smiled and only cooed in faux-naivety, which made the bushman chuckle, low in his chest. The doctor felt the sound rattle within him as his hands shamelessly groped his breasts and flanks, eliciting a pleased purr from Sniper's throat. "You're rotten, you know that?" He murmured tenderly, listening as Medic hummed along in agreement, too distracted by running his hands over the muscles in his shoulders as he poised himself to take another shot. Tendon and muscle and skin and fat and scars rippling underneath his fingers... have mercy! Another successful shot: TING!

"The worst?" Medic asked like a lover requesting praise, running his tongue greedily between the dip between his shoulders, along his spine, uncaring of the thin garment that separated him from Sniper's skin. Sniper rocked his hips slowly as he braced for another shot, using the roll of his hips to steady himself before shooting. TING!

"Sure as. Absolutely diabolical," he crooned, making Medic bite his own lip and giggle, giddily bucking his own hips (and Sniper's with him) at the sentiment. So romantic! His spatzchen always knew just what to say! The movement didn't hinder the marksman's performance, which only served to rile Medic up more. He adored Sniper's focus, his dedication. More hungry kisses to Sniper's rough, tanned skin, plain in their wanting as his intentions were made abundantly clear. Sniper smirked as he kept his eyes trained on his targets. "Hope you brought your mean streak," he goaded, feeing Medic's breathing stutter. That was a challenge. "'Cause I plan on being up here for a while." he mused, feeling Medic's toothy grin against the back of his neck. Who was the good doctor to back down from a challenge?

74. surprise kisses, in which your lover weren’t prepared for it but responds immediately

A radio serial that they'd only been partly listening to was the only accompaniment to the soft whirr of the medigun powering down in Medic's lab, the doctor swiveling away the ceiling-mounted contraption as he eyed his work. "And we're done! How are you feeling, my-" A clammy hand reached up, cupped the back of his neck and clumsily drew him into an attempted-tender kiss. Medic's eyes fell closed as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from both of their slow, content breathing. What a wonderful post-operative surprise!

Sniper tasted like morning breath as his large, typically-nimble hands pawed lazily at the doctor's broad chest, gently palming and caressing the outer curves of his breasts before traveling over his belly and wrapping around his middle. The kiss was fresh-out-of-surgery slow, the grogginess of being absolutely weightless seeping slowly out of Sniper's pores. Even his heart drummed at a consistent, not-too-erratic-yet pace, the EKG making Medic's ears ring with the proof of his beloved's precious life.

Sniper hummed a vague-sounding mhn, voice a little hoarse as his hands had since wandered up and wrapped around Medic's neck, the doctor parting his lips for their tongues to slide against one another's. What a wake-up call! "How are you feeling?" He whispered against Sniper's mouth, kissing softly at the stubble that adorned his hollow cheekbones and sharp jawline. Sniper clumsily tried to twirl the curl at Medic's crown, but couldn't quite manage the dexterity yet; capable fingers knocked uselessly, feather-lightly, against his doctor's forehead. Medic smiled fully, cooing at the intent and execution of the gesture. Perfekt.

"Better, if you'd get up here with me," the bushman frowned, "What're you doing way over there, anyway?" Way over there? Ha! The doctor was standing beside the operating table, hips flush against the cold metal edge that had since been covered with towels to keep his beloved more comfortable. He didn't like being cold, after all.

"Well," Medic mused, running a blood-stained glove through Sniper's damp, sweaty hair and rubbing his thumb over his hairline, "I was closing you up, and I was going to update your chart while you woke up, but you surprised me with quite the waking-up present!" He giggled softly, pecking his lips gently while Sniper purred happily. Guilty as charged.

"Which I wasn't done with, by the way." Sniper grunted, cupping Medic's face and bringing him into another lazy kiss. "Y'know rejoining the waking world's not easy," he yawned against Medic's lips, making the doctor giggle and nibble at the corner of his mouth, happily letting his face be cradled in his lover's rough hands. "Need a reminder'a what's worth wakin' up for," he breathed, and Medic could hear the EKG beginning to beep much more frantically. Sniper always swore he wasn't great with romance, and yet he'd say things like that. It always took Medic's breath away; it felt so personal, a love language of life and death made only for them. Sniper felt it so openly now, expressed it so freely. It made the doctor's heart clench.

"Oh, well, in that case," Medic finally said after a few moments. It wasn't often that he was at a loss for words. "I encourage you to..." Sniper's tongue slid over the doctor's bottom lip, and his train of thought promptly stopped. Michel, Michel, Michel. Sniper let out an affirmative hum; Oh, he was encouraged. And he planned on celebrating this, and every re-awakening moment he'd have in the future, by celebrating Medic, and the life he gave him.

#>:)c #HEHEHEH... #if iget enough of these i might stick them up on ao3 as its own collection? #medsnip #asks #poisonedflame #EHEHE TYYYSMSSM MY FREIDN I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! ^__^ <3333 #kissfills #bushmedicine