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My piece for the first Danny Phantom event I've ever taken part in, @ecto-implosion ! I felt like our boy Tucker could use some more love, so I drew him in a place he hates. As you do.
Here are some close-ups, because I spent way too long on the details:
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The event was an absolute blast, in no small part thanks to @carelisswriting who was a joy to work with and who wrote the most AMAZING fic based on my art! Seriously, please go read it, it's adorable and wonderful and I can't stop smiling and I need everyone to see it.
Late Night Hangout on Ao3
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anti-terf-posts · 3 months
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fresh outta da psych ward
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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year
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~ HOSPITAL / ER ROOM AU ~ WRITING PROMPTS
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requested by: anonymous
Feel free to use and reblog!
OTP meets accidentally at the hospital because they both accompanied someone else there
A has to stay in the hospital & doesn't want B to leave because they're scared
"It's gonna be alright. I'm sure the doctor will be here in a minute."
waking up in a hospital bed & not knowing how they got there
"Hey, look at me! Stay with me! No, no, don't close your eyes!"
B is panicking much more than A who got committed to the hospital
"It doesn't look too bad, right?"
B is trying to distract A when they need to get an IV because A hates needles
"Do you hear me?"
A, who actually works at the hospital, turns out to be a lousy patient
"Deep breathing."
B is getting mad waiting in the hallway and imagining countless scenarios of what might be wrong with A
"I told you, you need to take more care of yourself."
B wants to be there for A but they can't see blood
"Is it broken?"
B offers to bring A some stuff if they have to stay overnight
"Your partner can stay if you like." "Oh, they're not... actually, that would be nice."
B is stroking over A's brow
"You scared the shit out of me!"
"Do you need anything?"
A refuses to stay at the hospital because they're 'not sick'
"Everything's fine! Leave me alone!"
"Why won't you let anyone help you?"
getting dizzy from all the countless examinations and tests
having a medical/health-related secret
trying to be strong for everyone
"You're what?" "... pregnant..."
"It's just a checkup. You can go home." "You came here with the ambulance. This is no checkup. Now stop downplaying it!"
being excited to get a cast everyone can sign
"Stop fussing!"
B feels guilty because they have been arguing right before A got committed to the hospital
"Don't leave me!"
seeing how uncertain everything is in life, they realise they have to confess their feelings
"I won't spoil you just because you have been so careless to injure yourself."
B neglects their own needs as they stay by A's bedside continuously
B can't stop holding A's hand
"You're very brave."
B kisses A's bandaid
"Does it still hurt?"
"Don't worry! We'll make sure you'll get better very soon."
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The Waiting room...
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whumpwillow · 4 months
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famous whumpee being whumped and having the paparazzi camp outside their hospital, hounding them when they finally leave and giving them a panic attack from all that stimulation so soon after their rescue
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barbieaiden · 6 months
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1. [A month ago]
2. Jordan: Hey, Sam. How are you holding up?
3. Jordan: ...I brought you coffee.
Sam: Thank you.
4. Jordan: Do you want to go home for the night? Sleep in your own bed? I could drive you home, pick you up on my way to work tomorrow.
Sam: I think I'll stay here.
Jordan: Alright.
5. Sam: I keep thinking... [Sigh] It's so stupid.
Jordan: Go on.
Sam: I keep thinking I should call Aiden. So he can help. But obviously I can't, because... I just... I don't know what to do. Nothing feels real. It's been two days and it feels like ten years.
6. Jordan: The waiting is the worst part. I waited for my mom's death for months. You can't cope when you don't know what you're coping with.
Sam: Months?
Jordan: She wasn't in a coma, just terminally ill. For all we know Aiden might wake up tomorrow.
Sam: Or die.
7. Jordan: As much as I wish I could I can't tell you that he's going to be fine. And I can't replace him, obviously, but I am here if you need anything.
8. Sam: Thank you.
10. Aiden: Jordan, you can't tell me you spent a whole day with a man you're not interested in. That is not friends with benefits, that's practically married.
11. Kell: I'd tell you and Zach to get a room but you already have, like, a million fucking times.
Jordan: What I'm getting from this conversation is that neither of you have ever had any friends.
Aiden: It's true. The only man I've ever spent time with is Sam.
12. Jordan: Even if I wanted to I don't have time for a relationship.
Kell: Dude, you are literally already spending, like, all your free time with him.
Aiden: If you and Zach get engaged we can have a double wedding!
Lucas: You should become a tattoo artist instead, Jordan. No 55 hour shifts and you still get to stab people with needles.
Jordan: I happen to like my job.
Lucas: You complain about it every single time I see you.
Jordan: I find your obsession with needles slightly disturbing.
Lucas: I guess I like the artistic part too.
Aiden: That's why I let Michael do all my piercings.
Lucas: I'm such...
15. Aiden: Sam?
16. Aiden: Are you okay?
Sam: Mhm.
Aiden: Are you sure?
Sam: Just... tired.
Aiden: We can go home if you want to.
Sam: It's fine.
Aiden: I wouldn't mind.
Sam: Really, Aiden, it's fine.
18. Kell: You two are literally worse than that one high school couple making out in the corridors.
19. Aiden: You can't say that, that's so homophobic.
Kell: Your dad didn't think I was very homophobic.
Aiden: [Exaggerated gasp] Kell!
Kell: Too far?
Aiden: No, Kell, by all means, if you want to go over to Nettlefield right now and have sex with my actually homophobic father, go right ahead.
Kell: Dude. I'm sorry, okay?
20. Kell: Find something to eat with me? Please?
Aiden: Sure.
Kell: Sam, don't look at me like that, we're not going to smoke weed.
Sam: That was not my issue with this conversation and you saying that unprompted makes me think you are going to smoke weed.
Aiden: I've never even seen weed. Drugs are bad, or whatever. And so illegal.
Kell: Exactly. We're law-abiding citizens.
21. Aiden: Seriously. No weed. Promise.
Sam: Okay.
22. Aiden: Are you sure you're okay?
Sam: Yes, Aiden.
Aiden: Just... tell me if you want to go home. Okay?
Sam: I will.
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softpine · 6 months
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rip my hair, tear my soul show me things i should not know
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selfshippingquotes · 4 months
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F/O: S/I, calm down, I'm completely fine.
S/I: No you're not, F/O, we gotta get you to a hospital!
F/O: No, no, not the hospital! Injections are scary and painful!
S/I: And getting run over wasn't?!
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heartofwritiing · 8 months
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What am I supposed to do, if theres no you?
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paring: wilbur soot x fem!reader
authors note: I was listening to soon you’ll get better by taylor swift. I couldn’t get the imagery of this song out of my head and I needed to write some sort of vent. also inspired by a fic that @starsyoubreaklikesugardust wrote called whats it like on the other side of us that utterly destroyed me and I needed a happier version... This is super self-indulgent as hell but I hope you guys like it!
warnings: angst, mentions of an illness, hospitals, heavy topics, mentions of death, reader doesn’t have a specific illness, fluff, hurt comfort, me not knowing about medical terms or hospitals so excuse me lol, unedited!
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The hospital bed feels warmer when Wilbur lies beside you, the only sound in the small room is the beeping of the machine monitoring your vitals.
On most days, everything is fine. However, when he's around, it's easy to forget the inevitable fate that awaits.
When he has to leave, he goes home to sleep in an empty bed and never does sleep. In those moments of solitude, he cries until he can't anymore. He tries to distract himself by painting the kitchen yellow, fixing up the garden, going to the studio to record, and hanging out with friends. But he feels guilty he’s not beside you.
The next time you see him he looks horrible. Like he got hit by a bus and you’re wondering if you should be the one in here or him. Wilbur Voice horse, circles under his eyes and red you know is from his tears. That’s when you pull him by the arm so he can curl up next to you so he can finally get some rest.
Stoking your fingers through his hair as he snores softly into your collarbone. You think about how Wilbur would ever function without you. How is he gonna take care of himself -when-if you are gone one day. That pit is building in your stomach along with the small lump in your throat. The burning of your eyes as you silently cry while you hold him close to your body.
Because that was what your life was full of, what ifs, whens, uncertainty, and dread. He didn’t deserve that. The arguments you used to get into when you first got sick. Begging him to leave you because you knew, in the long run, this wouldn’t work out. You could spend the rest of your life in and out of hospitals while he wasted away with you.
Wilbur swore repeatedly up and down that he would never leave you. No matter how much you tried to drive him away or how hard matters got.
Wilbur was constantly worried about your well-being, but he held onto hope that you would recover. This was especially true after the first time he brought you home.
You were happy to leave the uncomfortable hospital bed and small room reeking of antiseptic. You slow danced with him in the living room to Elton John playing from his phone speaker, listened to him write new songs, and slept in because you missed waking up in your shared bed. You felt like your old self again and he loved seeing you that way.
When things got worse again, the bright light in your eyes would soon fade, like water extinguishing a flame, as you had to leave your home and return to that sterile, white-washed room.
When you are back in that hospital bed, with the scratchy sheets and the fluorescent lights that hurt your eyes you’re back to being a shell of a human. The depression hits you harder and Wilbur does all he can to help. make you as comfterble as possible despite the weight of the situation.
You know he’s only trying to provide solstice. The small room fills with his soft voice as he reads your favorite stories. Telling you bad jokes he’s heard from Tommy that get you to at least crack a smile. He feels proud he was the one to grant you some form of happiness.
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His hand holds your shaking, cold one as the IV pumps treatment into your veins. He leans over in his chair to be closer to you, lips against your knuckles. Your eyes meet in a longing stare that says 'I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.' You gently squeeze his hand.
“Wil?” You asked hoarsely.
“Yes, darling?” His voice is intimate, making you feel like there are people around even though it's just the two of you. The nickname always makes your tummy flutter with delight.
You want to capture the way he looks at you in a picture. He tentatively waits for your next words, his doe eyes filled with concern. You clear your throat and exhale softly.
“I was thinking... maybe we should find a house in the country,” you say. Wilbur remains silent. "Somewhere quiet, with big fields where we can see the sky, and watch the sunset on the porch."
You've mentioned how you'd love to live out in the country. A cottage large enough for you both to have separate areas. A streaming room for him, and a bedroom and den for you to store all your books and painting supplies.
A place where you can finally be free from confinement. Despite Wilbur's jokes about you being an old soul, you were in touch with life through knitting, painting, reading, and walks. That's what he wanted to give you again.
Your voice is quieter now, creating a moment just for you. The heaviness in your voice made your eyes well up. You could feel his thumb caressing your knuckles. Like a silent ‘take your time’. Your throat closes up as you keep talking. Your breath is shaking, primarily due to the cold temperature of the room and the medicine making you feel woozy. But you and Wilbur knew it was the emotional weight you tried to carry with your words.
Somewhere we can grow old together.
The sentence sits heavily in your mind. You'd like to say it to him. You wanted to share it with him so badly, but it felt painful to have cross your mind.
Wilbur already knows by the look in your eyes. He leans over you, lovingly presses a kiss to your forehead, and wipes away a single tear before it can roll down your cheek. Slowly he moves down, then presses another kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Whatever you want, my love.” he squeezes your hand back.
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Wilbur spent weeks searching through countless home-selling websites for your dream house, but none were to his liking or within your budget. A month later, while sitting uncomfortably in a hospital chair with his long legs curled up to his chest, he scrolled through his phone and stumbled upon a house that seemed too good to be true.
He scheduled numerous appointments to see the house, ensuring everything was in order before making a final decision. Moving his belongings with the help of friends and bandmates was hectic.
He spent weeks preparing for your homecoming, buying new furniture, and arranging your books to your liking, making everything perfect only then he would finally surprise you.
He's there to take you to his car the day you leave the hospital. He takes care of you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and ensuring you're ready to leave before setting off.
As Wilbur drives past your shared apartment, soft indie tunes play through the car's speakers, and you lean back against the headrest, watching the scenery pass by. You realize you passed the turn to your house and Wilbur's hand takes yours.
Wilbur turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and says, "We're not going home just yet." A faint smile is on his lips as if he's hiding something from you. He then drives in a different direction, and you can't help but feel excited about what he has planned.
"Where are we going?" you ask. As you speak, he can hear your worry.
"If I told you that, it would ruin the surprise," he says.
He knows you're antsy in your seat but it'll be worth it. After driving through winding roads and trees, he pulls up to a house with an arched doorway and slanted roof, almost like the one you dreamed of growing up.
Wilbur turns off the ignition, rushes to your side, opens the car door, and with a grin offers his hand to help you out. Wilbur leads you to the front door, unlocks it with a small key, and picks you up to carry you over the threshold.
"Welcome home darling," he says.
You are led through the house, to the hallway to the cozy living room. taking everything in slowly.
The soft pillows on the sofa, your paintings on the walls, your books on the shelf, and Wilbur's record player and vinyl set up. His acoustic guitar set against the wall caused your eyes to well up.
"Wilbur," you began, but tears rolled down your face as the emotions overwhelmed you. Why was he going through all this trouble for a silly dream?
Wilbur frowned as he tried to place you on the recliner, but you clung to him, so he sat down with you in his lap. Speaking softly into your ear with tender words to calm you.
You drew away from him, noticing the worry in his gaze as you locked eyes with Wilbur, he searched your expression frantically, attempting to figure out the cause of your distressed state.
"Are you okay?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know it's a lot to take all at once, but I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry for being secretive."
You shake your head, in slight remorse for making him assume he upset you or pushed things too far.
"I'm just so happy." you beamed tearily.
Ease washed over him, and a sigh escapes his lips. Tears well in his eyes. He gently takes the back of your head and brings you to meet him for a kiss. His lips are soft and warm as they enveloped yours passionately. You reciprocated his kiss, bringing your hands to thread in his hair. Your noses brushed as you pulled away to catch your breath.
While holding each other, you remained in that position. Your breathing was slow and unsteady, and tears streamed down your face as you cried onto Wilbur's shoulder. Everything, for the first time in a long time, felt perfect.
Everything you had ever wanted was with Wilbur, and you were never going to want anything else.
Wilbur knew in his heart, soon you would get bette, because you just had to.
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mindflamer · 1 year
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he made will a promise & he kept it. no wonder this boy drew him as a literal knight in shining armor. he protected him when he couldn't protect himself.
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mystery-pixels · 10 months
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waiting and waiting
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twentytwoarts · 9 months
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did someone say unnecessary wadember angst
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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Wound-Related Angst a set of generic starter prompts, all centered around wounds & caring for them !
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❝ is that … blood ? ❞ ❝ is that blood ? what happened ? ❞ ❝ is that your blood ? ❞ ❝ oh my god, what happened ? are you okay ?! ❞ ❝ stay right there. don’t move. i’m going to get a first aid kit. ❞ ❝ i’m going to call for help. stay there. ❞ ❝ don’t move. you’ll only make the pain worse. ❞ ❝ i’m going to help you, okay ? ❞ ❝ i’m going to help you, okay ? is it alright to touch you ? ❞ ❝ can we … slow down … ? i’m having trouble keeping up … ❞ ❝ i’m feeling light headed … ❞ ❝ i’m not feeling so well … ❞ ❝ i’ll be alright, i just need to catch my breath … ❞ ❝ i took a fall … i think i must have hit my head … ❞ ❝ i feel nauseous … ❞ ❝ i, uh … i might need some help patching up a wound … ❞ ❝ please, don’t leave. ❞ ❝ please, don’t leave. i’m scared … ❞ ❝ have you been waiting for me to wake up, this whole time ? ❞ ❝ i was starting to worry you wouldn’t wake up … ❞ ❝ oh my god, you’re alive ! ❞
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[ BANDAGE ] — for sender to tenderly bandage receiver [ BANDAGED ] — for receiver to tenderly bandage sender
[ BLOODY ] — for sender to stumble into receiver’s line of sight, covered in blood [ BLOODIED ] — for receiver to stumble into sender’s line of sight, covered in blood
[ COLLAPSE ] — for sender to collapse into receiver’s arms, unconscious or near unconsciousness  [ COLLAPSED ] — for receiver to collapse into sender’s arms, unconscious or near unconsciousness 
[ CAUGHT ] — for receiver to collapse into sender’s arms, unconscious or near unconsciousness [ CATCH ] — for receiver to collapse into sender’s arms, unconscious or near unconsciousness
[ BREATH ] — for sender to lose their breath, suddenly stopping to catch it [ BREATHE ] — for sender to lose their breath, suddenly stopping to catch it
[ SLOW ] — for sender’s steps to slow as a wound they’ve kept hidden begins to take effect [ SLOWED ] — for receivers steps to slow as a wound they’ve kept hidden begins to take effect
[ BLOOD ] — for sender to remove their hand from a place against their clothing, coming back with blood on their palm/fingers [ BLOODY ] — for receiver to remove their hand from a place against their clothing, coming back with blood on their palm/fingers
[ HOSPITAL ] — for sender to wake up in the hospital, finding receiver sleeping in a chair in the room, implying that receiver has been waiting the entire time for sender to wake up [ WAITING ] — for receiver to wake up in the hospital, finding sender sleeping in a chair in the room, implying that sender has been waiting the entire time for receiver to wake up
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helpinghanikan · 4 months
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Domestic December: COD
Day 4: Hospital visit (Gaz)
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It’s hard not to panic when you hear Kyle was in the hospital. If it were serious, or worse, than Kate Laswell was kind enough to tell you that straight up. Simply saying; “He’s under a pseudonym, room 405.”
Any contractor with a field injury has to use a pseudonym. The people that put them in the hospital could want to make another attempt. Even when said contractor is transferred an ocean away. It’s only because Kate Laswell likes you that got to visit him at all.
You have to walk confidently when entering his room. Some well-meaning nurse could see you walk around all confused and ask if you need help. Then you accidentally say Kyle instead of his pseudonym and you won’t get to see him until he’s discharged.
“Knock Knock,” You announce before entering.
There was no need to give Kyle time to make himself decent. With a broken leg and an arm to match he wasn’t going anywhere fast. In a hospital gown, food stains on the collar, and look on his face that screams ‘bored out of my mind.’
“Laswell spilled the beans?” He asks, head following as you took a seat beside him.
“Nah, I just have a sixth sense for you falling out of stuff. What was it this time? A tank or trunk? Or was it the classic helicopter once again?” You ask, taking his hand in the same moment you’re making fun of him.
Ever since you found out about the whole ‘dangling-by-a-rope-from-a-helicopter-thing’ Kyle has never heard the end of it. Especially not when it’s Captain Price’s favorite drinking story. This isn’t to say that you expected every injury he gets to be from falling from things. And the jokes are only saved for when you know he’s alright.
Kyle chuckles at your comment, “couple crates fell on me, actually. Personally, I think that’s the opposite of falling out of stuff.”
Anyone else you could have asked what was in those crates. Make a joke wondering if the contents were lead or something. Kyle wasn’t allowed to answer that question even if you were willing to ask it. Instead he reaches out to take your hand, sighing as he leans back into the pillows.
“Captain says this is going to keep me out of the field for a couple months. Long enough take a holiday. I’m thinking Londan, somewhere with shops and boutiques for a couple days.” He says, already fantasizing of all the stupid stuff he’d buy at those tourist traps.
“Really? Well, I’m excited to see you hobble around London on crutches and a broken arm.” You reply, although the idea sounded great.
“I was hoping you’d have some empathy and get me a wheelchair or something. Please, baby? Take care of me?” He asks, a fake desperation in his voice.
You make the same fake voice, leaning in while you speak: “Oh, poor baby.”
Soon you were going to be kicked out of the room. Be told the visiting hours are this and that, and wave to Gaz as you leave for the day. Hoping that he won’t be transferred again without at least a phone call first.
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pluralcatnap · 4 months
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Some FNAF agere moodboards i made!! (I don't own any of the images (all are from pinterest except Baby's middle picture which is an icon from Sunnyspideyedits on tumblr!)
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