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#Ozzy gets an ask#Ozias rants#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 medic#medic tf2#emesis blue#emesis GREEN#EHEHHEHE#i stay silly :3#asks#ask#weed#weed tw
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Injured
warnings: vomit, injury
A/N: just a kind of random short fic, I hope you like it.
The throbbing in your head continues to worsen, your head feels like it’s going to explode with every beat of your heart. You feel sick to your stomach. Each tiny little movement in your body makes your stomach roll. Your ankle hurts, it’s almost definitely broken, the medics have given Sam and Steph the Green Whistle to hold for you hoping you would use it but you have flatly refused it so far. The sick feeling in your stomachs starts to worsen, you lean the rest of your body weight into Sam in hopes it will help somehow, but it doesn’t, your face changes, a face Sam doesn’t recognise but Steph does, she quickly jumps into action.
“Do you have a bowl or something?” Steph asks the medics “She’s going to be sick,” to those words the medics swiftly hand her an emesis bag, and place a few more beside her just encase. You start to gag, as Steph brings the bag up to your mouth, you clearly in no state to hold it yourself, Sam rubs your back as you gag a few more times but nothing comes up, you let out a little whimper as you collapse back into Sam’s body. Tears start to roll down your checks and Steph rubs your arm in an effort to reassure you. You see the bright orange stretcher being carried on and your universe breaks, you have made it your mission not to have to use one but today you have no choice, even you know you need it, and to make everything worse Leah’s not here, maybe you should’ve chosen the Lionesses, in this moment it would’ve meant that you had your sister next to you. Your body starts to shake from your sobs, you try to speak but it doesn’t work. “Hey, hey, it’s okay take some deep breaths.” Steph says, you take four depth breaths following Steph’s lead.
“Le-Leah, I want Leah” you cry out.
“I know bug, but she can’t come right now, what if we face time her once we are in the medical room” you nod slightly at Steph’s suggestion.
“Okay we’re going to move you onto the stretcher now” one of the medics inform you, with quite a lot of pain and not much ease you were taken through to the medical suite, the medics did some scans before they took you to your team medical room in the back of the locker room. Steph sits behind you on the bed as you lean your weight into her, a boot wraps around your foot, tears stream down your face, to put it lightly the x-rays were not a fun time at all, although Steph and Sam might’ve had it worse, they stood outside the room as they heard you sob in pain wanting nothing more than to be in there with you comforting you, but they weren’t allowed too.
“Here she is,” Sam says as she walks back in.
“Hey bug how are you?” a familiar voice warms your ears. You don’t reply just smile which is enough for her, the familiar sound of her voice relaxes you as you doze off, Sam and Steph talk to her for a while before saying their goodbyes. The peaceful feeling in the room quickly evaporates when you wake up, you gag and Steph and Sam react quickly, Steph helps you sit up more and Sam grabs the emesis bag, but it’s too late, the contents of you stomach are all over you, the bed and unfortunately some is even on Steph, you burst into tears, which doesn’t help the situation as somehow you’re sick again, this time though Sam managed to catch it. Once the pair are happy, you’re okay and not going to be sick again, Sam goes to get a medic, and Steph leans you back into her, helping you take of your now vomit covered shirt. “S-Sorry” you cry out feeling terrible for what just happened. “Hey, its okay, it’s not your fault, you got hurt, okay?” you nod, which wasn’t the best idea as it starts to make the room spin. “Do you want to have a shower now? We can help, we’ll keep you in your undies and crop top” you give Steph a thumbs up.
Sam returns with a medic, “sorry” she says as they enter.
“There is nothing to be sorry about, this is nothing, I’ve seen patients do way worse” the medic replies.
“Um we were thinking of maybe getting a shower, is that okay, we will go in with her” Steph asks the medic, who smiles at her “Of course darling, just take the boot off and carry her down will probably be easiest. As she is alert and orientated, so I’m no too concerned about the vomiting, as it could be from the pain she is in,”
“Okay thank you.” Sam says to the medic.
“Okay, I’m going to slide out from behind you and Sam is going to take your boot off and I’ll pick you up and take you to the showers, okay” Steph lets you know their every move. “Thank-you” you whisper in her ear as she carries you, getting you showered wasn’t the hard part but getting you dressed was, after your shower Sam took over so Steph could have a quick shower, as much as you adored Sam the loss of the constant and familiar reassurance made you whimper, you sat in your locker while Sam put your boot on. Sam was about to help you move over to the bench in the locker room so you could be comfier when Steph came out of her record fast shower.
“Hey Sam,” Sam looked up, “I’m all done, I’ve got her now, go get a shower quickly then we can get on the bus before the rest come in” Sam nods. Steph picks you up and cradles you in her lap, and you start to doze off, Steph is relieved as she knows if you’re asleep you can’t feel the pain, she shots a quick message to Tony updating him and not long after Sam comes out. Sam gets all three of your bags packed up and they start to head out, Steph carrying you, Sam carrying all your stuff, they’re walking along the corridor when Steph suddenly stops.
“Steph, what’s wrong?”
“Do you have sunnies?”
“Um yeah I think I actually do,” she rummages through her bag and manages to find a pair, she slips them onto your face, and they start walking again.
They manage to climb onto the bus and into a set of seats, Steph sitting with her back against the window of the bus with you in her lap, leaning back on her. They are a set of four from the front as they know when the rest of the girls get on the bus it will be loud, not because of the girls but because of the press.
This time Sam messages Tony letting him know you’re on the bus and asking if he can get the girls to stay silent while they enter.
Just as Tony messages to let the girls know the game is finished and that the others are just having quick showers and they will be there soon, you wake up to an all familiar feeling, however this time your captains are prepared and know the signs, so Steph notices you and quickly holds up the emesis bag for you, in which you are relieved that you do not have to relive the events of earlier, once you are finished you start to cry, you hate being sick, Steph wraps her free arm around you trying to comfort you, Sam hands Steph a new emesis bag and takes the old one, she leaves the bus in order to find a bin in which she does and returns at the same time the girls start to show up. Sam again asks them to be quiet as the enter which they are more than happy to do for their little teammate, as they get on the bus, they all smile softly at you, not wanting to speak just encase, Harper gave you a very gentle hug as she boarded the bus with her Mum, which warmed everyone’s hearts. You had fallen back asleep before the bus started to move and slept the whole trip.
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While we're on the topic of food...
Options are based on reasons ppl generally give me for why they dislike a particular food or ingredient.
Texture is not a consideration here.
Base answers on what applies to most of your food dislikes
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Tumblr's favorite animated movie, Round 1!
Classification round | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4
Round 1:
Results overview
A Monster in Paris vs Sailor Moon R: The Movie
A Silent Voice vs Shaun the Sheep Movie
A Troll in Central Park vs Rugrats in Paris: The Movie
Asterix: The Mansions of the Gods vs Lu Over the Wall
Astro Boy vs Ferdinand
Azur and Asmar: The Princes' Quest vs Puella Magi Madoka Magica the Movie Part III: Rebellion
Barbie & the Diamond Castle vs The Great Mouse Detective
Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus vs My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper vs Revolutionary Girl Utena: The Adolescence of Utena
Barbie Princess Charm School vs Turning Red
Batman and Mr. Freeze: SubZero vs Robots
Batman Ninja vs Barbie Fairy Secret
Belle vs 101 Dalmatians
Birdboy: The Forgotten Children vs The Princess and the Goblin
Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie vs All Dogs go to Heaven
Chicken Run vs Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs
Cinderella III: A Twist in Time vs Green Snake
Despicable me vs Wreck-it-Ralph
Fantastic Mr Fox vs Wendell & Wild
Fantastic Planet vs Anomalisa
Gnomeo & Juliet vs Ernest & Celestine
Home on the Range vs A Goofy Movie
Hoodwinked! vs Lupin the Third: The Castle of Cagliostro
Ice Age vs WALL-E
In This Corner of the World vs We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story
Interstella 5555: The 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem vs The Tale of John and Marie
Isle of Dogs vs Weathering with You
James and the Giant Peach vs Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
Klaus vs Summer Wars
Kubo and the Two Strings vs Bambi
Liz and the Blue Bird vs Tekkonkinkreet
Madagascar vs Encanto
Mary and Max vs The Sea Beast
Monsters vs Aliens vs Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit
My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks vs Night Is Short, Walk on Girl
Night on the Galactic Railroad vs Metropolis
One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island vs Star☆Twinkle Precure the Movie: Wish Upon a Song of Stars
Paprika vs The Secret of Kells
ParaNorman vs Suzume
Penguins of Madagascar vs The Sword in the Stone
Persepolis vs The Garden of Words
Phineas and Ferb: The Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension vs Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus
Planet Hulk vs Zombillenium
Pocahontas vs The Tale of the Princess Kaguya
Pokémon Heroes vs Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva
Porco Rosso vs Meet the Robinsons
Quest for Camelot vs Digimon Adventure: Our War Game
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas vs The Nightmare Before Christmas
Spookley the Square Pumpkin vs Kirikou and the Sorceress
Tales of the Night vs Stormy Night
Tehran Taboo vs Emesis Blue
The Adventures of Tintin vs Bee Movie
The Book of Life vs The Aristocats
The Boy and the Beast vs Waltz with Bashir
The Brave Little Toaster vs Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker
The Breadwinner vs Millennium Actress
The Congress vs The Legend of Hei
The Fabulous Baron Munchausen vs Ringing Bell
The Jungle Book vs Wolf Children
The LEGO Batman Movie vs Kung Fu Panda 2
The Lego Ninjago Movie vs Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses
The Lion King II: Simba's Pride vs Watership Down
The Little Prince vs Loving Vincent
The Pagemaster vs Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade
The Phantom Tollbooth vs The Sorcerer's Apprentice
The Secret World of Arrietty vs 9
The Thief and the Cobbler vs Felidae
The Wind Rises vs Brother Bear
Tokyo Godfathers vs 5 Centimeters per Second
Trolls World Tour vs Promare
Unicorn Wars vs Batman: Gotham by Gaslight
Whisper of the Heart vs Batman: Under the Red Hood
#round 1#long post#best animated movie#animated#animation#not a poll#tournament poll#tumblr's favorite
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Ghouls don't normally get sick, but Dew somehow gets travel sick, and he gets travel sick every single time they tour.
He's fine with flying, but there's just something about the tour bus and the winding roads and the long stints of driving that absolutely flip his stomach.
At first, he managed to hide it well. He'd stay quiet when he was feeling poorly, then he'd take himself to the bathroom as needed, hoping that no one smelled the acidic smell every time he exited the bathroom.
One day, however, he had an accident and didn't make it. He'd woken up from a nap feeling dizzy and the bus had lurched round a corner, and then his breakfast was suddenly in his lap and on the floor.
The bus had pulled over so that the ghouls could clean the interior, and so that Dew could get changed and get some fresh air to hopefully settle his stomach. Even Copia had pitched in with cleaning the bus.
After that incident, the band kept a closer eye on Dew. They started to notice how he tried to sleep it off, how he'd literally tinge green, how he'd overheat, how his eyes would frost over, and he'd sway dizzily, even when sat upright. Swiss had only just managed to get a plastic bag under Dew's chin before the second accident.
The third time, Mountain offered him some peppermint leafs the moment he saw Dew sway. It had helped keep the nausea at bay, and thankfully Dew managed to reach the bathroom that time.
The forth time, Cumulus noticed how warm he was when she touched his arm in passing. She stopped on her journey through the bus, helped tie his hair back into a bun, and pressed her hand to his forehead, using her essence to cool him down to a regular temperature.
After that, the ghouls learned to keep a new duffle bag on the bus. Nicknamed Dew's 'travel bag', to save the ghoul from any unnecessary embarrassment, it contained a plethora of items to keep the travel sickness away.
Mint imperials, mint chewing gum, anti sickness tablets (they were human strength, the ghouls had no idea if they'd work on Dew), mini bottles of water, disposable emesis bowls, wipes, and hand sanitiser. A whole other section of the bag was filled with cleaning supplies, if one of the ghouls didn't quite grab one of the bowls in time.
Nowadays, Dew feels more confident in the tour bus. He still gets travel sick, but with the preventative measures, it isn't as often.
When he does feel poorly, he knows he's going to be well cared for. He'll lay on his side on one of the sofas, his head in Cirrus's lap while she strokes his hair and encourages his temperature to lower with her soft touches. He'll chew on some gum, his arm wrapped around the disposable sick bowl like a lifeline, while Aether has his feet in his lap, a hand wrapped around his bare ankle, lessening his nausea with his quintessence.
#ghost#ghost band#Headcanons#Headcanon#Sickfic#Sick headcanon#Sickfic headcanon#Hc#Dew#Dewdrop#Dewdrop ghoul#My headcanons#Sodo#My works#Sodo ghost#Papa emeritus#papa emeritus 4#papa emeritus iv#Cirrus#cirrus ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#Aether#Aether ghost
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Your Death, Your Dog, Your Declaration
Chapter 1/?
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Jensen Valentine (M!MC) (Not official/eventual)
Characters: Jensen Valentine, Bryce Lahela, Keiki Lahela, Sienna Trinh, Rafael Aveiro (mentioned)
Rating: Mature
Words: <2k
Series Summary: The chemical attack, as told in the world of Jensen Valentine and those close to him.
Chapter Summary: The night of the chemical attack hit Bryce hard. Harder than the victims on death's door. He's guilty, and it's killing him.
A/N: this piece will be dual/multi POV, so while this starts with Bryce, look forward to the others!!
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“Stop doing that, I’m not dead yet,” Jensen grumbled sleepily, yanking his hand back into his lap.
“Sorry,” Bryce replied. His tone was more lifeless than Jensen looked, tired and dejected.
Jensen rolled over, facing him. “You know it’s right there for a reason, right?” He said it with hardly a glance at the heart rate monitor, too exhausted to manage more.
“Just keeping myself busy,” Bryce answered. “You should go to sleep.”
“Really?” he quipped, fast and sharp as always, “I hadn’t thought of it.”
It earned him a grin—a real one, as difficult as it was—but it faded just as fast. Bryce took Jensen’s hand again, playing with his fingers and holding extra tight, the gloves making it impossible to feel the dryness of his hands. They were always scratchy and rough from washing and sanitizing tens of times in a day, fingers calloused on the ends. His nails, painted a dark blue, were starting to chip. Would the embalmers take it off or repaint them?
Jensen shook him off, reminding him again that he wasn’t gone yet, and fidgeted with the blanket over himself. He ran the texture between his fingers.
“Do you want to be cremated or embalmed?” Bryce asked. He still watched his hands, distracted.
“Oh, cremated, for sure—unless I can haunt Ethan, that is.”
There was a lightness to Jensen’s tone, seeming as monotone and factual as usual, but the ludicrous theory giving away to Bryce that he was joking.
“I’m being serious.”
As he looked back up, Jensen’s eyes were a flat, solid shade of unforgiving, boring brown. No depth to the green hues Bryce could catch in the afternoon sunlight—just as sterile as the fluorescents illuminating them.
“If you keep acting like I’m dead, I’m going to kick you out. You’re supposed to be the optimist here, this is completely backwards.”
Bryce took a breath, looking down at the large, clunky suit he donned. “...I know. I’m trying.”
“Try harder. We could be talking about anything and you’re worried about my not-guaranteed funeral.” He said the next part in a mocking tone—a phrase Bryce had said plenty of times. “Not very ‘go with the flow’ of you.”
“How are you being more chill about this than I am?”
“Because I’m fine.” And the undeniable way he said it made it feel like the truth. Even with the dark circles under his eyes, and the exhaustion he couldn’t shake, it felt true. “If I die, oh well. Life moves on—it’s not like I’ll know it.”
As much as Bryce wanted to argue, wanted to correct the flaws in his thinking, he didn’t want to strain him with an unnecessary effort to defend himself. He was there to comfort him and that’s what he would try to do. “You seem more comfortable talking about death than you do small talk.”
Jensen's laugh turned into a cough, far into his chest with an agonizing sound that had Bryce reaching for the emesis basin. He waved him off, taking a sip of his water before settling back in the bed.
“It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it,” Jensen replied, a little more serious, a little more real.
Bryce gave him an inquisitive look, but Jensen just responded with a tired head tilt that meant he could interpret it however he wanted. He didn’t.
Maybe he should. Maybe it was naive to have hope, but he would wait as long as he had to for Jensen to tell him what that meant. What any of it meant. All the vague references and to-himself jokes that Bryce didn’t understand—he wanted to. He wanted to know every detail of him: what built him and what broke him.
Once again playing with Jensen’s hands, a gentle encouragement to lull him to sleep, he recalled a night at Donahue’s like the others. The group shared stories from undergrad, their drunkest and most embarrassing moments, but Jensen had been utterly silent. Not that it was far out of character, but when multiple opportunities were presented to make fun of Landry and he took none of them, Bryce was going to notice.
It was also easy to recognize when he had been perfecting it himself for years. He remembered trying to stay quiet in an effort to go unnoticed, but that method never worked well given how often he was the one talking. For Jensen, it was believable; it was a perfectly practiced way to hide something.
But Bryce’s eyes had always been drawn to him. From the first day he walked into the locker room, all piercing glances and analytical expressions, Bryce noticed him. Noticed the light inflections in his tone, a small but important indicator most didn’t pick up on, but was obvious to anyone who bothered to learn him.
Bryce didn’t learn enough of him. No, it didn’t help that Jensen was the opposite of chatty, but he couldn’t help feeling some ounce of guilt for that. “I don’t think you’ve stopped talking since I met you.” Did he take up every conversation? Were there times Jensen was going to share something about himself—something worth something—that Bryce covered with his own insignificant blabber?
Everything was worth something when usually he got nothing at all. Jensen’s silence was not odd, after you got used to it, that is, and neither was the lack of substance. Bryce wanted more than that.
What were his hobbies? He could take a guess from the keyboard and bass in his room, but was it ever more serious than a display on the wall?
All he knew was a shell of a person, only the details you could see on the outside, and he just never bothered to ask for anything more. He settled for the least amount of worth you could get from a person and never batted an eye, just kept talking and talking and fucking talking.
What was his favorite restaurant in the city? One of the places they went together? Or somewhere Bryce never bothered to ask about?
Boston was Jensen’s home for just over a year, yet he had 26 before that elsewhere.
Where did he grow up?
When was his birthday?
What was his middle name?
Did he want to be cremated or embalmed?
A tap on the window caught his attention. Sienna was standing there with his phone in her hand, shaking it in a way that said he needed to check it. He glanced over Jensen again, well asleep this time, and carefully set his hand down.
A long slew of profanities left his mouth as he wrestled with the suit, grabbing his phone as fast as possible to see the tens of missed calls from Keiki. He barely had it in his hands before pressing the call back button. Waiting for a long few rings, she finally answered.
“Hey, sorry, I—”
“No, it’s fine, are you okay? I saw the news.” The breathiness in her voice showed her concern no matter how hard she fought to keep her tone even.
“Yes, I’m okay. I wasn’t there when it happened.” He checked over Jensen one more time through the window, still asleep, before gathering his things to leave. “I’ll be home in twenty minutes; did you eat anything?”
It took her a second to answer. “Uh, no. I…wasn’t really hungry.”
“I’ll get you something.”
He opened the locker room door to collect his coat and keys, tossing the latter on as she replied, “It’s like two in the morning, nothings going to be open.”
“I’ll get you something,” he repeated before ending the call, shoving his phone into his pocket and starting towards his car.
Twenty minutes later he arrived home, gas station food in a plastic bag he tossed on the counter.
“I’m sorry,” he said as she stood from the couch, in pajamas and yawning but set up with a movie and her phone to keep her awake.
“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re okay, I guess,” she said, taking a bag of chips out and opening them up. He declined when she offered them, standing aimlessly in the middle of the kitchen.
He couldn’t sit down knowing the uncertainty of what was happening at the hospital, but he couldn’t pace around agitated the whole night. He would wait until Keiki was asleep then return to the hospital for an update. Maybe text Sienna while he waited.
“You look like you’re going to be sick,” Keiki commented, shoving a handful into her mouth. The thought of eating did make him sick, but he just shrugged it off.
“It was just stressful,” he replied, trying to have some semblance of normalcy. He set his phone and keys down, almost robotic, on the dining table. She was watching his every move, even as he took a breath, reminding himself that normally he’d go change. So, he did.
His bed was a mess, blankets crumpled from where Keiki had taken it over, her stack of books on the nightstand along with her clothes in a heap on the floor. Grabbing his change of clothes, he took them to the bathroom, sensing that it was no longer his space.
She was still in the kitchen when he returned, watching him again.
“I forgot to ask, but were your friends okay?”
That was all it took for his lip to tremble, unable to get an answer out. He distracted himself with grabbing the remote from the couch, setting it on the coffee table and sitting down with a deep breath. He waited for the ache in the back of his throat to subside with every following breath, blinking back the wetness around his eyes.
“No.”
But he could barely choke back the sob escaping from his throat, sending the tears well over the floodgates.
He never even got a moment to check on Raf, and even in the half an hour he was gone, Jensen’s condition could have significantly worsened. It was too easy to imagine when he was out of his sight, no tangible proof in front of him: no dry comments and no tired grins, the same ones he’d probably never see again.
Wiping the tears was a useless effort, a constant flow wetting his face and soaking his sleeves.
The couch dipped next to him. Keiki tucked a few tissues into his hand before wrapping her arms around him.
And he remembered it from a thousand times before. The nights he’d come home late and have it out with his dad in the middle of the foyer, giving everything just as vicious as he got it, but only ending with him in tears. Keiki would sneak in, probably woken up by the shouting, to ask what was going on, but the minute she saw his face she’d climb up his bed to wrap him in a huge that couldn’t quite reach around him. It didn’t matter if she didn’t know the details—it was better she didn’t—but she was the only one there who had enough compassion to try.
Here she was again, picking up the pieces of a mess that wasn’t hers. He didn’t have the strength to fight her on it, though, and didn’t have the strength to send her to bed like he should’ve on those nights. He just turned, letting his arms fall over her shoulders and holding on with everything he had.
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tagging: @jerzwriter @cariantha @kyra75 @gutsfics @inlocusmads @lilyoffandoms @choicesficwriterscreations
#jensen valentine#bryce lahela × jensen valentine#bryce lahela#open heart#open heart mc#open heart choices#choices open heart#choices oph#sienna trinh#rafael aveiro#open heart fanfic
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you know how in actor AUs Spy would have to be in an entire green suit up to his neck for spyhead in meet the medic?
Scout’s ma would get to join the club for Emesis blue.
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I know you said you want Jonah to be a caretaker more, but I can’t help asking for him to be the sickee because he’s my favorite ;) and also because out of all sick fics I’ve read he’s the only character who’s a sympathy puker and I find that so interesting.
So to get to the point, could you write a fic about what happens when a patient throws up in front of him?
This is very short because I don't love writing about other randoms, but here's just a taste of Jon's personal hell hehe
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Jonah groaned loudly as he glanced at the file of his next patient. Fuck the flu, he thought sourly. It had been a pretty strenuous month at the hospital thanks to this bug. While he had managed to avoid the initial two weeks of it, soon enough even the doctors were dropping like flies and he could no longer hide in orthopedics. Wendy had gone down and then he had followed suit, so now he couldn't even pretend he was trying avoid contagion.
Jonah: i'll trade ur next patient for mine. I'll even pay
Wendy's contact turned green and then she sent him a bunch of puking emojis.
Wendy: mine is the flu too, no such luck.
Fuck.
He sighed and collected himself, ready to face his patient. It was a teenager, their mom hanging anxiously right next to them and the kid had already been given an emesis basin. Just the sight of it made Jonah's stomach roll.
"Hi Oliver, I'm Dr. Banks," Jonah lead the conversation, his full customer voice on. He listened painfully as Oliver's mom - Cathy - rattled off her son's symptoms. It sounded just like the flu, like the front desk nurses had put as prognostic, but still Jonah didn't like taking any chances.
"I'm gonna palpate your stomach, alright Oliver? I'm fairly certain is the flu, but we don't want to risk it."
Cathy looked visibly relieved as she aided her son climb on the examining bed, but Oliver not so much. He pressed a hand to his mouth, burping wetly, "it hurts..."
"I'll be gentle, I promise," Jonah promised, aiding the kid to lie down correctly and rolling up his shirt to the middle of his chest. He held the stethoscope to the teen's bloated belly, while pressing gently in the fashion had been taught to. Left lower quadrant first, right lower second- He pressed, then released suddenly and didn't get a cry out of pain, nor met any tenderness there. Rule out appendicitis.
In the stetoscope he heard as a gurgle moved through the boy's belly, followed by a nauseated burp, "doctor..."
"almost done," Jonah cringed, wanting to hurry the fuck up, but he knew he couldn't in good conscience. He pressed on the upper right, it was sloshy and gross-
"Doc-URrp-" Oliver grabbed on his mom to roll to the side, shoving Jonah off just as he brought up a splash of bright yellow bile all over the pristine floors of the office.
Jonah immediately gagged, but he pressed his lips tightly, planting a hand on the boy's heaving back, while his mom cooed and fretted about.
"Mrs. Grant," his voice didn't sound like his own, thick with nausea, "can you keep Oliver company for a second, I'll call in one of the janitors."
"Of course," she took the emesis bowl he passed her and then Jonah did his best not to run out of the door.
He hardly made it to the staff's bathroom, leaning over the sink as the coffee he had previously chugged came back up. It tasted bitter and that alone had him gagging for another solid minute, spitting up ropes of acid.
His stomach hurt, tender from all the abuse it had been going through lately. There was a knock on the door.
"It's fucking occupied!" He snapped angrily, washing his mouth, only for another wave of queasiness to have him gagging up the water. He panted, holding his belly, "fuck."
"Dr. Banks," Wendy's voice was like a balm, "do you need help."
Ah fuck, yes, Jonah sighed in relief and unlocked the door. Immediately Wendy entered, slamming the door behind her so no one would see him.
"Shit, Jon..."
"I need-" he burped again, squeezing his eyes shut, "janitor in my office. Patient-"
"Patient is still there?"
"Yes..." he swallowed the urge to throw up once more, "I can't do this."
"You can," she rubbed his arm in a reassuring manner, "I'll go deal with your patient, take my office. My next one is a broken leg."
He nodded, squeezing the sink, "thanks."
"No problem" she squeezed his arm, "get it together."
"Trying," he took another sip of the water, only for it to come back up as the smell of the puke flashed through his mind, "fuck-"
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Finally posting pics feels very good. Welllll....
Here's a drawing that my friend @alephnol made for me. The green and yellow medic ocs belong to them. And blue Medic from Emesis Blue.
And the small Medic is my Yippee Medic bio pic.
#tf2#tf2 medic#tf2 medic oc#tf2 ocs#fanart#tf2 fanart#Reaper Medic#Swamp Octo Medic#Eloise#emesis blue#Emesis Blue Medic#Yippee Medic#tf2 freaks#tf2 freakshow#team freak fortress#tf2 freak oc
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tf2 mercs and the smokes i think they would pick up from a gas station. source: i work at a gas station
reasonings below the cut:
scout: i chose newport red shorts for him because i feel like he would think menthol is for losers. newports to me are a very. basic cigarette. the layman's cig. i also find newports, especially red newports to be a little nasty lol. also i dont see him as much of a cigarette smoker but i do think he smokes every once in a while, esp if hes really stressed out or had a bad match. his 1 box will last him a few months. after a while i think he would switch to newport gold shorts, as theyre lighter.
soldier: i know theres a lot of art of soldier smoking cigars, esp blue soldier. while i don't disagree with that notion, i dont think hes coming into a convenience store and picking up a pack of cigarillos. i went with lucky strike red shorts because theyre an All American cigarette and have been around forever. theyre on the cheaper side as well and he smokes them in Emesis Blue. i didn't go with american spirits because theyre advertised as an "organic" cigarette, and i feel that he would find that to be pretentious and an overall turn off. also american spirits are more expensive.
pyro: i dont think pyro is a tobacco smoker. if the pyro is smoking anything its going to be weed wrapped in a banana backwoods. banana is one of the more strange flavors backwoods has, and i feel like they would go for something on the fruitier side. i also chose backwoods because backwoods fucking rule and the shits look like twigs bc theyre full leaf wraps. i also feel like they would choose banana because none of the other mercs would want to smoke that.
demo: with demo it was more a process of elimination than anything. i dont think he's a cigarette smoker. so i went with a cigarillo because i can so very clearly see him smoking one. i don't think he would go for swishers as a lot of them are fruity, and that doesn't seem up demo's alley. i went with white owl sweets because theyre simple and straight forward, and i feel he would like a pack of sweets. to be honest, im a little shaky on this one, but i don't think anything else would suit him besides like. game greens. to be fair, i don't think he smokes much, and would probably go for something higher quality and hand wrapped if he was smoking a cigar. overall he would get these if he needed something quick and cheap.
heavy: idk about other stores but my store has 1 million dorals and nobody is buying them except for maybe one person every 6 months. heavy is that person. if heavy is smoking anything he's smoking light 100s because i can't see him smoking or liking a rich or full flavor cigarette. also dude is big so he's not getting shorts because they're too small and will be gone in two seconds. these smokes are a mystery to me; i have no idea of the quality or price range. but in my mind i can see him coming up to my counter, asking for these, and leaving without a word.
engie: i almost went with marlboro southern cut for this guy but it felt too on the nose, even if i think he would enjoy the smoke of those. i went with honey bourbon backwoods instead. the flavor seems right up his alley, and i can clearly see him asking for these at a convenience store. as to what he does with them... i can see him smoking them as they come in the package, or using them as a wrap. overall engie looks like he drinks good whiskey, and these cigars look like good whiskey. well... bourbon.
medic: i had a hard time deciding what medic would smoke and went thru all the brands i know of. at first i discounted marlboro because of how commonly bought they are, figuring he would smoke something weirder. but when i came back to it i had figured he would enjoy menthols, and i landed on marlboro menthol blue 100s. he wouldn't go for full flavor, as they would irritate his throat. i feel like smoking these shits would be like sipping cold water after having mint gum. i mean, they're described as "smooth" and "cool." medic is smoking basically spearmint and cold water, but not enough to the point of where he's buying a pack of marlboro ice and its variants of gum package looking cigs.
sniper: i chose cheyenne menthols for him because to me sniper looks like he loves old school shit. the youngest person i have seen come in and buy these has been maybe 40. i don't think he would go for a basic cigarette. cheyennes are box cigars, and a box of these goes for under $3, and typically have more tobacco in them. i feel as if he would enjoy that as well as menthol full flavor, and the smokes themselves are brown instead of white. i can see him smoking a brown looking cigarette so clearly. also the packaging has an outdoorsy look to it lol. basically, i just Know he would go for these. if he was going to go for anything else, he might smoke camel menthol wides. he would also pick up zig zag unbleached cones for his joints.
spy: look we all know spy is smoking that hoity-toity imported french bullshit but if for whatever reason he had to pick up a pack a cigs from a mobil or something it would be parliament blue 100s. i already think he smokes 100s in general, and would go for parliaments because theyre expensive. where im from they sell for like $13 a pack and its always dudes in suits and/or gold chains asking for these things. the packaging isn't an issue here as spy keeps them in a case, but i don't feel like he would turn up his nose at it. overall these are his best option for a gas station cig.
#im interested in cigarettes as a whole which. ik sounds weird lol#consider the fact that im autistic#also i am very aware that cigarettes and tobacco in general are very bad for you and that the industry itself is inherently malicious.#this is just for fun though i need to do something with the knowledge i have rattling around in my head#i dont smoke cigarettes or cigars also so im not Very familiar with the culture around these smokes#i just know the type of people who come in and buy them and what they say/look like on the packaging#tf2#team fortress 2#txt#this is my 420th post. nice.
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True story
The last time I was at the airport, I was nearing the front of the line to the women’s bathroom. I had headphones on and was spacing out. A woman tapped me on the shoulder. I turned, pulling out my AirPod to hear her.
“I—“ she gagged into her palm. “Can I get in front of you? I feel sick.”
“Oh yes!” I jumped back to make sure she had room, and so that I was out of the line of fire. The woman in line in front of me heard, and let the sick woman cut to the front.
The sick woman retched into her hand, and moaned. I could tell people in line were getting nervous. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, hoping we weren’t all going to witness her stomach contents make a violent reappearance. Mostly I was worried that viral particles would be expelled into the room from her throw up. And then I was more worried that I’d be vomiting over the next few days if I caught a stomach virus.
Just then a stall door opened. The lady coming out looked surprised, wide eyed, that this sick girl was already almost to the stall, her hand over her mouth, her face so pale it looked green. She retched into her hand, as the woman held the door open for the sick lady.
The moment she passed the threshold, we heard “Ugh!BLEEEEEEEURGH! BLLAAAAAAHH!” The woman threw up in two loud, desperate bursts. We heard some of it land on the water and some made a harsher sound when it landed on the tile of the bathroom floor.
The woman holding the stall door let go so that it gently swung shut.
“Ooooooooh— URP!!!” She moaned from inside the stall as she lost control of her sick stomach again. She knelt down on the floor, not caring that she was getting her pants wet with vomit.
“Urrrp,” she swallowed, inhaled loudly. “Uuuurp HUWEEEEEERP!!!” She spit and moaned, miserably.
Another woman, obviously pregnant, ran quickly from the back of the line and lurched forward to position herself over the trash can near the sinks and mirrors. She coughed and spit into the trashcan, taking a break to breathe deeply and moan on an exhale.
“Uuuuuuurrrr,” she burped I’ve the trashcan, mouth open, eyes closed against the sickening spinning feeling. “bLEGH! BLAUGH!!!” She threw up, her hair falling in her face as she leaned over the trash can. Her big pregnant belly was hitching with each retch. Someone else came up behind her and held her hair back, though it was too late. Her blonde hair was already stained red where her angry tummy had unleashed its contents. The pregnant woman rubbed her belly and started to turn towards the sinks, when the whole bathroom heard a “Oh GOD! “BUWEEERK!” From the sick woman in the stall.
The pregnant woman spewed, “UuuuURRRRPugh!” She tried to aim back over the trashcan but overshot it. The food and drink that had once been inside her sick belly had forcefully come up, landing all over the bathroom floor. She burped miserably and lost her battle again, burying her head in the trashcan as she blew chunks.
I was overwhelmed at that point and worried I would catch a virus if either women were sick. Their vomitus was propelled with such velocity. So I snuck into the furthest stall I could find.
I could overhear the pregnant woman, miserably beg for help: “Please go get my husband, Dave. He’s…He’s…she spit into the trash can, and hurled again. Gasping, she said, “He’s just out by the vending machines.”
A few moments later we heard,
“Susie, sweetie. Are you okay?” I peeked from the slits in the stall. She had one hand over her mouth, the other on her swollen belly, rubbing. She lightly burped, and moaned. Her husband held her and escorted her, his seasick princess who lost the battle with the waves and her tummy. “It’s okay, he reassured her.” This had been a rough pregnancy and she vomited nearly every day. He was used to helping her when she lost the fight with her intestinal system. He had emesis bags in his briefcase, car and office, ready to catch the contents of his sweeties tummy at any second.
He had a hair tie around his wrist and pulled back her stained, smelly hair.
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can someone who’s better at editing than me edit some dramatic scene of emesis blue and then have it suddenly play the meramsus theme and meramsus is green screened on going “COWER FOOLS”
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About a couple weeks/month ago I read some posts about barely any variance in eye colors for the TF2 Mercs. This post is late to the party but I wanted to publish my own headcannons. My intentions were that the more different eye colors the better, because I found the fact that Demo being the only one who has a brown eye in a sea of blue incredibly boring character design for such well designed characters.
Spy/Scout (Blue): These two are the only ones who keep their single colored blue eyes. Since blue eyes are recessive, they were once an indicator if someone was related or not. (However eye colors are much more complicated than that.) This could be used as a visual hint to the audience/gamer that they are related, especially if they are the only ones out of the group that share the same color.
Demo/Heavy (Brown): I’m not changing Demo’s eye. Why brown eyes Heavy? I don’t really have an explanation for this decision other than because I said so and I wanted more brown eyes. They have the same voice actor idk.
Soldier (Hazel): I also don’t really have an explanation for this one either except that hazel eyes fit well for Soldier to me.
He’s almost always has his helmet on so the only time you would get a good look at them would be when his full facial expression is important to the audience. (In a hypothetical situation.) He also is part of the category of mercenaries where it’s a rare occurrence to see their eyes so they have rarer colors to make the “eye reveal moment” more dramatic. (In a hypothetical situation.)
Medic (Grey): This might be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t really like blue eyes Medic. However I was having trouble sticking with one eye color. The thing with grey eyes is that they can be mistaken for blue eyes unless you are comparing the two together. I also like the part in Emesis Blue where his eye colors change to signify something and I was inspired. Making Medic’s eyes more “reflective” of the lighting color/tone would be a cool effect to implement. As a character, he reacts to the situations given to him rather quickly and having an eye color that’s tougher to distinguish could be used as a visual representation that we don’t know what’s going on in his head.
Medic’s glasses would also do the anime thing where they become non-transparent whenever he’s about to commit an atrocity.
Sniper (Green): I think green eyes just fits Sniper very well aesthetically. The color compliments his orange/yellow sunglasses. Plus, it makes sense for him to have a striking eye color since sight is so integral to his job.
Like Soldier, his eyes would be rarely seen because they are concealed by his sunglasses. The only exceptions would be when the sunglasses are off, or when his expression is more appropriate to see his entire face so his eyes can be seen through the lenses. Personally I would restrict most of these instances to when he’s not in professional mode.
Engineer (Heterochromia: Brown and Blue): I can recall only two times where Engi takes off the goggles, both times being in the official comics. So he definitely fits in the “dramatic eye reveal” category. Was he born with it or is one eye a cybernetic implant?
I picked brown and blue heterochromia as a visual representation for his relation to the Administrator. His family has worked for her for generations. The Administrator’s color is purple, a combination of both red and blue because she is secretly in charge of both teams. Engineer doesn’t work only for red or only blue, but the Administrator.
Pyro (????): Non applicable.
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List of accepted movies!
Let me know if you find any mistakes
101 Dalmatians
5 centimetres per second
9 (2009)
A Goofy Movie
A Monster in Paris
A Silent Voice
Adolescence of Utena
Alice in Wonderland (1951)
Anastasia
Anomalisa
Asterix the Mansion of the Gods
Astro Boy (2009)
Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Azur & Asmar: The Princes' Quest
Bambi
Barbie & the Diamond Castle
Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus
Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses
Barbie Princess Charm School
Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island
Batman and Mr. Freeze: Sub-Zero
Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker
Batman Ninja
Batman: Gotham by Gaslight
Batman: Under the Red Hood
Beauty and the Beast
Bee movie
Belle
Big Hero 6
Birdboy: The Forgotten Children
Brave
Brother Bear
Captain Underpants
Chicken Run
Cinderella III: A Twist in Time
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs
Coco
Coraline
Despicable me
Digimon Adventure: Our War Game!
Emesis Blue
Encanto
Ernest & Celestine
Fantastic Mr Fox
Fantastic Planet
Felidae
Ferdinand
Finding nemo
Gnomeo and Juliet
Grave of the Fireflies
Green Snake (or White Snake 2: The Tribulation of the Green Snake)
Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio
Hercules
Home on the Range
Hoodwinked!
How To Train Your Dragon
Howl's moving castle
Ice Age
In this corner of the world
Inside Out
Interstella 5555
Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus
Isle of Dogs
James and the Giant Peach
Jin roh: The wolf brigade
Kiki's Delivery Service
Kirikou and the Sorceress
Klaus
Krabat – The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Kubo and the Two Strings
Kung Fu Panda
Kung Fu Panda 2
Lilo & Stitch
Liz and the Blue Bird
Loving Vincent
Lu Over The Wall
Lupin III: Castle of Cagliostro
Madagascar
Mary and Max
Meet the Robinsons
Megamind
Metropolis (2001)
Millennium Actress
Monsters inc
Monsters vs Aliens
Mulan
My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks
My neighbor Totoro
Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind
Night Is Short, Walk On Girl
Night on the Galactic Railroad
One Stormy Night
Paprika
ParaNorman
Perfect Blue
Persepolis
Phineas and Ferb: Across the 2nd Dimension
Planet Hulk
Pocahontas
Pokémon Heroes: Latios and Latias
Ponyo
Porco Rosso
Princess Mononoke
Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva
Promare
Puella Magi Madoka Magica the Movie Part III: Rebellion
Puss In Boots: The Last Wish
Quest for Camelot
Rango
Ratatouille
Ringing Bell
Rise of the Guardians
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie
Rugrats in Paris: The Movie
Sailor Moon R: The Movie: The Promise of the Rose
Shaun the Sheep Movie
Shrek
Shrek 2
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas
Song of the Sea
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron
Spirited Away
Spookly the square pumpkin
Star Twinkle Pretty Cure the Movie: These Feeling within The Song of Stars
Summer Wars
Suzume
Tales of the Night
Tangled
Tehran Taboo
Tekkonkinkreet
The Adventures of Tintin (2011)
The Aristocats
The Book of Life
The Boy and the Beast
The Brave Little Toaster
The Congress
The Emperor's New Groove
The Garden of Words
The Great Mouse Detective
The Incredibles
The Iron Giant
The Jungle Book
The Last Unicorn
The Legend of Hei
The LEGO Batman Movie
The LEGO Movie
The Lego Ninjago Movie
The Lion King
The Lion King 2
The Little Prince
The lorax
The Mitchells vs. the Machines
The Pagemaster (1994)
The Penguins of Madagascar
The Phantom Tollbooth
The Prince of Egypt
The Princess and the Frog
The Princess and the Goblin
The Sea Beast
The Secret of Kells
The Secret World of Arrietty
The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie
The Super Mario Bros. Movie
The Sword in the Stone
The Tale of John and Mary
The Tale of the Princess Kaguya
The Thief and the Cobbler
The Wind Rises
Tokyo Godfathers
Toy story
Toy Story 2
Treasure Planet
Troll In Central Park
Trolls World Tour
Turning Red
Unicorn Wars
Up
WALL-E
Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were Rabbit
Waltz with Bashir
Watership Down
We're Back: A Dinosaur's Story
Weathering With You
Whisper of the Heart
Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Wolf Children
Wolfwalkers
Wreck-it-Ralph
Your Name
Zombillenium
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Tagged by: the wonderful @dig-jules
Last song: "Don't Shoot Me Santa" by The Killers
Favourite colour: Fern green!
Last movie/TV show: can I say Emesis Blue? Frick it, I'm going to say Emesis Blue! :)
Sweet/spicy/savoury?: gotta go with savoury, but I'll never pass up the opportunity for spicy stuff
Relationship status: Haha! Sorry, but I'd like to keep that private.
Last thing I googled: what time the Depeche Mode concert is happening tomorrow night
Current obsession: I have been enamoured with the Mars Opportunity rover for years, but in the last couple weeks I've really found myself re-learning about it. All of the scientific milestones, the valleys travelled, the thousands of pictures taken on the journey it took, and it's quiet end. The fact that it was only supposed to live for 90 day, but instead lived to almost 15 years, is astounding. I even made a little small-file film about it's mission for a film class :)
Tag Nine People: @icepick-joe @vampyriix @vampire-reanimator @they-meme-well @twinkboimler @frogayyyy @empresspengwin @lisianpeia @ekoshadow (I tagged some people who have I interacted with/people who's blogs I adore. No pressure to reply! Just something fun if you want.)
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The Guardian of Trollhunters Episode 8: Part 3 - Changeling Reveal
Pairing: Jim Lake Jr. x Liz Walker (OFC)
Episode Summary: Jim volunteers to babysit with Liz so they can find out whether Claire's little brother, Enrique, is a Changeling. While investigating, Liz discovers a new ability.
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Warning: literal cat food (if I miss any warnings, please lmk)
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"Since we lost our gaggletack, we need another one. Call Toby to see if he and AAARRRGGHH can get it," Liz instructed.
"Alright," Jim pulls out his phone and calls Toby, who answers, "What's up, Jimbo? Everything okay with Enrique?"
"I sort of just lost it," Jim replies, thinking of Enrique as anything but human.
"What do you mean you lost it?" As soon as Toby asked, Enrique vomited on himself and on the floor. Jim quickly backs away in shock and disgust. "No! What in the world?!"
"Oh, gosh. That's disgusting." Liz gagged slightly at the sight, carefully making her way closer to Enrique without stepping on the emesis on the floor and picking him up from the jumper. "Okay, someone's been playing around too much. Let's get you cleaned up, little padawan. Mind cleaning that up, Jim? I'll meet you upstairs."
Without waiting for a reply, Liz heads to the stairway and climbs to the second floor. She walks down the hallway to the nursery room, where she began cleaning up Enrique. Thankfully, she was familiar with taking care of him after learning from Claire while hanging out at her place.
After wiping Enrique down, Liz couldn't ignore the tingling sensation of magic coursing through her as she touched him. Without thinking and letting instinct takeover, she glances behind her to ensure Jim wasn't there before tracing a pattern with her fingers to Enrique's chest as foreign words spill from her lips.
In an instant, silver light sparks from her fingers, encompassing Enrique's form, then the light fades to reveal a green changeling with red-yellow eyes and brown course, spiked hair on his head, and scruff. The creature snarled. "Eh?! What the – What did you do? How did you do that?"
"So it is true! You are a changeling," Liz said breathlessly, thinking back on all those times she sensed something off until her eyes widened in sudden realization – she could sense changelings! If she had been sensing changelings in disguise this whole time, there was one person she could think of who may also have been involved. "Tell me, where are the Killahead bridge and your master, Bular? Is Strickler working for him?"
"Tsk. I ain't telling you nothing, enchantress. They warned me about you – the Guardian with magic."
Before Liz could confront him any further, footsteps were heard down the hall. In a flash of crackling green light, the changeling transformed back into Enrique, though he was NotEnrique to Liz's knowledge.
Entering the nursery, Jim walks up to Liz, glancing down at Enrique, unaware that the creature's identity has already been exposed. "Toby and AAARRRGGHH are going to bring us another gaggletack. In the meantime, let's see if our little friend will share where he hid our gaggletack. Where did you hide it?"
Enrique giggles, pointing his tiny finger toward the bin by the crib before clapping his hands in glee. Liz couldn't help but glare at the baby. This little trickster is messing with us.
"You hid the horseshoe in the diaper bin, didn't you?" Jim asked. Enrique seemed to cheer as Jim slowly lifted the diaper bin cover. "Because you're just a normal baby, and that's what normal babies do."
"Really, Jim, I don't think he hid it there." Liz sweat-dropped at his action. Smelling the bin, Jim quickly closed it and plugged his nose. "Ooh, doggy! Oh, it is really packed."
"Wait–" Before she could stop him, Jim instantly opens the lid and without thinking twice, stuck his hand into the bin. Liz grimaced at his action, swallowing the down the urge to vomit. Meanwhile, Enrique rolled away from his crib without their notice. Jim searches the bin, finding nothing as his eyes move to the empty crib. He gasped, standing up and looking around the room. "Enrique? Enrique!"
Liz silently cursed herself for getting distracted and searched the room, though she knew that NotEnrique hadn't gone far. He cannot escape. Not without completing his assigned task – to spy on them and report their activity to Bular until the construction of Killahead Bridge is complete.
"You stay here, Liz. Just in case Enrique decides to show himself back here." Jim suggested before walking out into the hallway. "Enrique? Oh, Enrique?"
Glad to see Jim taking the lead on this one. Before she knows it, he will be the Trollhunter that everyone needs. Liz patiently waits inside the nursery, predicting that NotEnrique will set a trap for them both should they decide to search for him together. She could hear the sound of metal clattering from downstairs and footsteps running towards it. Then, there was a silence followed by a yelp.
"Jim!" Filled with worry, Liz moves towards the door when it suddenly bangs shut in her face. A burst of giggles greeted her from behind, pulling Liz's attention to the center of the room on the floor, where NotEnrique, in human disguise, playfully grinning at her.
"Liz?" Jim called out from outside in the hallway. Just when she turned around to call out for him, a sudden weight landed on her shoulders as a baby blue blanket wrapped around the bottom half of her face with the ends pulled from behind, silencing her.
Having enough of his games, Liz reaches behind her for NotEnrique, who leaps off her back and releases the blanket. She turns around, glaring at the creature. "That's it! Playtime is over, changeling."
"Aw, but I'm having so much fun." NotEnrique teases from the ceiling, blowing a raspberry at her. "Stop being such a party pooper."
Eyes narrowing, Liz waves her hand forward, ribbons of silver light shooting towards NotEnrique, ensnaring him in its grasp. "Hey! That's cheating!"
"If this was a game, you should know I always play to win," Liz said, her voice echoing with power and control that seems to have taken a hold over the changeling as she uses her magic to pull NotEnrique towards her. Within reach, she grabs him by the scruff and stares him in the eyes.
At that moment, Liz felt as though something was being tugged inside her. Like the ends of a tight bow being pulled and loosening as a slight wave of unbridled power course through her body and mind, shadowing her senses.
"By whatever means necessary," Liz finalized, unaware of the glowing ring of silver encompassing her turquoise irises, reflecting in his own, filled with fear.
"Y-yes! Okay, you win! Please don't hurt me, enchantress. I'll be good!"
"You have nothing to fear from me if only you answer my questions."
"Alright! I'll tell you! Strickler is working for Bular, and they're hiding the bridge in the –"
"Liz! Are you in there?" Jim calls out from down the hallway, interrupting NotEnrique's confession. Using it to his advantage, NotEnrique quickly transforms into his human form and starts crying loudly in Liz's arms. "Why you little –"
"You found him!" Toby exclaimed from behind Jim as they entered the nursery. Hep walked ahead of his friend towards Liz, his attention on the distressed baby. "Aw, there, there. Did the nasty Trollhunter-man and Guardian-lady scare you?"
"Oh, come here, come here, little baby boy. Don't worry. Don't cry. Shh. Come here. Yeah, yeah. Come here, come here." Toby grabbed the baby from Liz's arms and pressed the little one against him.
Jim watched with suspicion as the baby sucked on Toby's shoulder before lifting his head and spitting out to the Trollhunter. A large frown spread across his face, not believing the act. Quickly, his face changed from serious to happy. "Oh, hey, little guy!"
Instantly, Jim pulls out and holds up the gaggletack with a purposeful grin. Awkwardly, Enrique let out a deep grunt before sobbing hysterically, making Toby wince. "Hey, what are you doing? You're freaking him out."
"He is freaking me out! He made me stick my arm in a diaper bin!" Jim holds his hand up to his friend, who curiously sniffs it before retching away. Liz grimaced, taking a step back to a safer distance. "Made you? You did that all on your own, Jim."
Jim sent her an exasperated look. "Not helping, Liz."
"She's right. You're better than that." Toby turned his focus on the baby, soothing him. "Who's a little baby boy? You're a little baby boy. You're such a little baby."
"That's it. I've got to do this. It won't hurt him." As Jim advanced, NotEnrique began to cry again, trying to escape. "Hey! Stop-! Slow! Hey, can you not-?"
Toby gently shoved his friend back, who just kept coming back. "Dude, get away from him! You're scaring Enrique!"
NotEnrique had climbed onto Toby's head as Jim jumped at him, the three flipping in the room as Liz evades to the side, avoiding the tumble. Jim had landed upside down in the chair, but he quickly picked himself back up before tossing the horseshoe between his hands.
"All right, come to daddy, poopling!" Jim grunted before diving for them, but Toby jumped out of the way. Toby groaned as Enrique fussed in his hands, pulling to be free. Jim slowly walked towards them and held out the gaggletack. Luckily, but unfortunately for Enrique and Toby, the changeling kicked Toby in the face before falling. Still, the redhead had caught him, trapping him. Jim pressed the gaggletack against NotEnrique's head, and lightning shot out of the gaggletack, revealing the changeling. Toby screamed when he made eye contact with NotEnrique, dropping the creature back into the crib as Toby ran behind Jim and Liz.
"Oh, no, that is not Enrique!" Toby shrieked, shielding himself behind the champions. The Trollhunter stepped up to the crib as the blanket draped over the creature. Once Jim reached to the side of the crib, NotEnrique popped out from the covers with a slight growl.
"Stupid flesh thing!" NotEnrique snarled. As he jumped from the crib, Toby and Jim screamed. The changeling jumped onto the lamp before twisting around and knocking it over.
"Oh, no, that is not Enrique!" Toby once again pointed out.
"We know, Toby, but we can't let him escape!" Liz said before chasing after NotEnrique with the two boys close behind. Out in the hallway, the three teenagers ran across the hallway to the stairway, looking down the empty steps.
"Where'd it go?" Toby asked as Liz and Jim turned the corner.
"There!" Jim called out. NotEnrique's back faced them before turning around, revealing Claire's family cat with part of its tail and head sticking out from the miniature troll's large mouth.
"Put... the... kitten... down," Jim ordered as they advanced. Spitting out the kitten, NotEnrique threw it at Jim's face, who fell back with a yelp. NotEnrique jumped onto Toby, kicking him down as Liz managed to get the cat off of Jim. Nevertheless, Jim was pounced on by NotEnrique, making him groan as NotEnrique's clawed hands pressed, most likely around Jim's neck. "You're a real killjoy, just like your mate."
Leaping off, NotEnrique quickly evacuated the area as Toby panicked. "That is not Enrique!"
"We know!" Jim and Liz exclaimed at the same time, pulling out their amulets. They all ran after the changeling down the stairs.
"For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command."
"By the power of the Arcane, magic is mine to command."
In a flash of blue and cyan light, Jim's and Liz's armors appeared as they ran down the stairs. The three chased after the creature who had managed to climb up on the living room arch before swinging off and kicking Toby and Jim to the floor as Liz stepped back to avoid getting knocked down behind them.
NotEnrique lets out a long laugh as he crawls upside down on the ceiling, Jim and Toby already on his trail. As NotEnrique jumped from the roof, the two friends dived for him, but they knocked into one another as the creature managed to miss the oncoming collision. In the process, Toby crushes Jim into the floor with a yelp. While NotEnrique blows a raspberry at the two boys, Liz comes up behind and tries to grab him. Still, he quickly evades her grasp by jumping between her legs and onto the office chair in the reading room. Picking themselves up from the floor, Jim and Toby stopped beside Liz as the changeling twisted the chair to face them, a bottle in one hand and an open magazine in the other. "Do you realize how good you guys have it here? It's a party compared to those troll-turds in the Darklands."
Toby shouted as he ran up to the troll and tipped the chair over. Jim decided to chase as NotEnrique laughed before jumping over the room with the Trollhunter after him. Toby had finally stood as an open magazine was clutched between his hands. A sexy girl had appeared on the cover, meaning the contents inside were probably un childlike as Toby calls out on NotEnrique. "No, hey! You're a very bad baby!"
Toby looked back into the magazine anyway and flipped the page. "My word!"
Before he could turn a page further, Liz quickly snatched the magazine from his hands and tossed it away. "Bad Toby! Stop getting distracted and help Jim!"
"Ah! Yes, ma'am!" Toby saluted with a blush, running to the kitchen and skidding behind the island as Jim held a sizeable circular pan over his head, the dish acting as a shield. At the same time, random objects were thrown at him.
"Where's the real Enrique, you filthy rugrat?" Jim shouted before diving behind the island counter as NotEnrique stood in the fridge, chucking food at him.
"As if I'd ever tell you!" NotEnrique spat, throwing harder objects that shattered on impact. As Liz takes refuge behind the counter with the boys, a cake platter falls beside Toby, the slice of cake landing on the floor perfectly.
"Ooh, cake!" Toby cooed as he picked up the slice. Jim peaked his head around the counter, his sword appearing through a cloud of blue smoke. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as NotEnrique threw a carton from the fridge. Quickly, Jim jumped out and sliced it with his blade, blue smoke emitting around him with scraps of carton paper.
"Don't make me use this." Jim threatened, hoping not to kill off his evidence.
"You can't touch me. I'm her baby brother. What do you suppose is gonna happen when they come home and see something's happened to their precious?" NotEnrique laughed. "I'm untouchable, baby."
Jim frowned at the statement, knowing he was right. Noticing a broom lying next to her, Liz had an idea, grabbing it and passing it to Toby, who nods and looks around the corner of the island, broom on hand.
"Jim, catch!" Toby yelled, tossing the broom to his friend, whose sword evaporated and was replaced by a normal household item with Jim smiling.
"Uh oh."Avoiding the broom, NotEnrique jumped on top of the fridge before hopping into the divide of the cupboards and kicking the fridge door into Jim's back. Jim let out a cry of pain before smacking the wall cupboard door where NotEnrique stood last. The changeling pulled himself into the cupboard with a laugh.
Quickly, Liz reached for the handle and pulled the small door open, only to find nothing except for cans and glass containers. Trying another cupboard, she opened it, finding her target buried under some more tin cans, growling. She yelped as the cans fell, feeling her arm getting grabbed and pulled backward onto the floor as Jim steps in front of her in time, protecting her head with his arms as his back gets hit by the falling objects and NotEnrique escapes.
Luckily, Toby had been prepared with a large pot and caught the changeling under its steel trap. Unfortunately, his joyous occasion was short-lived when NotEnrique's fist created large dents from the inside.
Toby let out a scream as the pot bounced around the kitchen, carrying Toby with it. As it bounced, Liz and Jim climbed out of the way, and the pot led Toby from the kitchen and right into Enrique's bouncing swing in the living room. The swing acted like a slingshot, sending the two back with screams, passing Liz and Jim, who watched with shock as Toby and NotEnrique crashed into the wall.
Suddenly, a ringtone sounded from Jim's armor. Turning his head, Jim felt the back of his armor, searching for his phone as Toby and Enrique fought in the background.
"That must be Claire. Good thing I taught you where to store your phone." Liz winked. Jim grinned, finding his phone and answering it. "Oh, hey, Claire! How's the concert?"
"Jim, my parents just called. They're coming back early. I'm leaving now." Jim listened to her panicked voice before his eyes grew wide in realization. Noticing his reaction, Liz steps up to him. "What's wrong, Jim?"
"The Nunez, they're on their way home," Jim said, letting his armor disintegrate back into his amulet with his mouth agape. Suddenly, a blast of loud music sounded, catching them by surprise. The two champions turned to see NotEnrique by the stereo.
"Who's there? What's that music?" Claire asked.
"Tell her how you were elbow-deep in me dookie-bin," NotEnrique said, turning up the music even louder and dancing.
"Are you...having a party?" Claire asked accusingly, sending Jim into panic mode as he dodged the random items thrown at him. "No! No, no party! Gotta go!"
He hung up the phone as Liz summoned a shield to protect herself and Jim from the projectiles. Toby comes up behind them, back in the action as NotEnrique continues throwing anything and everything he can get his hands on, random objects lying everywhere as though a tornado had torn through the kitchen.
Suddenly, a loud knock sounded from the back kitchen door, followed by the door falling and landing between Jim and Toby, who gasped in surprise. Outside the doorway stood AAARRRGGHH, his hand frozen in a knocking motion.
"Stupid, smelly trolls!" NotEnrique sneered from the island countertop, dropping the cans and backing up.
"Their door!" Jim groaned and pressed his hand to his forehead as Liz shook her head, fingers pinching between her furrowed eyebrows. "What did you guys do to their door?"
With a laugh, Blinky popped into view from the outside. "We... Uh, we're here to... help."
He picked up the door as Jim pouted.
"Well, I don't remember inviting these two to dinner!" NotEnrique spoke, causing them to all look as he hopped from the fridge to the freezer, where he grabbed a box and stood atop the refrigerator. "First course, frozen peas!"
"Don't make me climb up there, foul beast!" Blinky threatened. Toby had taken a chicken leg from the floor and bit into the meat before throwing it at NotEnrique, who ate it in one gulp.
"Whoa!" The changeling grunted before jumping from his taller pedestal to the ceiling lamp and loading his mouth with peas. Then he launched them like a machine gun at Blinky, who covered his eyes as he stumbled around. "My eyes, my eyes! Green balls of madness! They hurt very badly!"
All of them took cover. NotEnrique laughed before loading more into his mouth and shooting more.
"AAARRRGGHH, it's just like our video game. You with me, buddy?" Toby mentioned. AAARRRGHH came out from beneath the small plate that did no justice to protect the giant troll from the peas. He smiled, however. "Sushi."
"Yeah!" Toby smiled, giving his troll friend a high-five.
"Draw fire?" AAARRRGGHH suggested. Balling his fists, Toby stands up with a proud smile. "No, it's my turn."
He ran as NotEnrique continuously blasted him with peas and fell over. "Oh, it's hailing peas, and I hate peas! Oh, ooh, ow!"
On top of the ceiling lamp, NotEnrique continued with the peas, aiming them at Toby. Suddenly, a large fist belonging to AAARRRGGHH slammed the changeling into the ceiling. His fist retracted, causing the smaller creature to wheeze out as he fell off the lamp, his arms and legs stiff as he fell onto AAARRRGGHH's plate. Toby laughed with cheer as he joined his larger friend's side. "Way to go, wingman!"
"Boom, boom!" AAARRRGGHH added when they fist-bumped.
"Way to go, you two!" Liz smiled, clapping as she and Jim stepped up to them. Jim's expression turned serious.
"All right, enough! Where's the bridge?" He asked NotEnrique, who recovered and sat up on the plate with a grin.
"What bridge? London Bridge? I hear it's falling down," NotEnrique teased until AAARRRGGHH's hand crushed him. "Ow! Fleshbags... no sense of humor."
"We are not asking again. Where is the bridge?" Liz questioned this time. AAARRRGGHH continued to crush him, causing the small troll to groan. "Give me a break! I don't know anything. - It's me first day."
"Squeeze him till he pops!" Blinky said, stepping beside the two champions. The giant troll followed the order and pressed down further. The smaller troll's eyes bulged before he pushed the hand off him. "Okay, okay, okay! Can't blame a guy for looking out for himself. But you can't tell anyone I told you. I got a pretty sweet deal going here. If the bossman hears I squealed, he'll feed me to Bular."
"Bular's working with someone else?" Blinky questioned in concern.
"Who? Who is Bular working with?" Jim asked.
"Oh, er..." NotEnrique glances at all of them until his gaze stops on Liz, who subtly shakes her head, her turquoise eyes flickering with glistening silver. He clears his throat, looking away. "Forget I said anything."
Suddenly, a car pulling into the driveway drew everyone's eyes to the front of the house, where headlights appeared on the wall.
"Oh, no, someone's home!" Jim exclaimed, panic setting in once again.
"I suggest we make our egress," Blinky added, but AAARRRGGHH questioned the new word. "Egress?"
"It means to exit." Blinky grabbed the changeling, but Jim grabbed him by the smaller troll's legs, causing NotEnrique to yelp. "Whoa! I'm supposed to be babysitting it!"
Blinky pulled on NotEnrique's arm. "And I need the proof for Vendel!"
"And I need not be split in two." NotEnrique swats at them to let go.
"Enough! Jim's right. We were supposed to be babysitting. We'll bring the changeling to Vendel at another time." Liz said as Blinky reluctantly let go.
The front door unlocked.
"Okay, you have to go now," Liz muttered as NotEnrique continued to push out of Jim's grip, but the boy had a tight hold on him despite getting punched and kicked in the face.
"With haste," Blinky added. They left, AAARRRGGHH had trouble putting on the door, but they went in time. NotEnrique continued to struggle, but they froze as a voice spoke out. "Claire, we're home!"
It was Claire's father.
Not wasting another second, Liz waved her hand, muttering foreign words under her breath as cyan-colored mist swirled across the kitchen, replacing everything back to their original state before her armor dissipated. Meanwhile, Jim watched with his mouth agape in complete shock. Since when can Liz do magic?!
Hearing approaching footsteps. Jim pressed on NotEnrique, who transformed into his human form as Claire's parents walked into the kitchen. The parents gasped at seeing a random boy holding their child with Liz standing near him with a charming smile.
"Oh! Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Nunez."
"Liz? We didn't expect you to be here. Who is that, and where's Claire?" Mrs. Nunez asked, perking her eyebrow with suspicion. Before Liz could reply, Jim spoke up, chuckling nervously. "I'm Jim, the babysitter."
"In-training, he means." Liz corrected, remaining calm through the situation. "He goes to our school and wants to learn how to babysit, just in case he needs to earn some money on the side after school. As for Claire, she —"
Claire runs into the kitchen in panic before letting out the word, "Fudgeknuckle!"
Claire glances between her friends and her parents.
"Ah, Claire! We were explaining how you invited us over to teach Jim how to babysit. Did you find what you were looking for?" Liz nonchalantly asked as though Claire was with them the entire time. Mr. and Mrs. Nunez turned to their daughter for an answer.
"Uhh...yeah!" Claire smiled, understanding what Liz was trying to do. "I dropped my phone outside from upstairs while playing with Enrique and them in the nursery. Good thing it happened after you guys called."
Claire pulls out her phone from her skirt pocket, waving it. "Here, it is. Luckily, it didn't break."
"I'm glad." Liz smiled, nudging Jim to say something. "Ah, yeah! Good thing. You had us worried there."
Liz turned to NotEnrique, ruffling his hair, turquoise eyes gleaming in its original color as she grinned down at the baby, who cooed innocently in response.
"Well, it seems our playtime is over. Good game, Enrique. Hope to play with you again soon."
[End of Episode VIII - Adventures of Trollsitting]
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