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moonblossom · 4 months

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Where I've been for a week...

This gets graphic about physical injury below the cut, so please don't read if that's something you're not up for right now. TL;DR I fell down the stairs and massively fucked up both my legs.

So last Tuesday, I was working from home as I usually do. I went upstairs to have a coffee and some banana bread my dad made. While up there, I realised I'd forgotten to set my work phone to DND so I hurried up and ran down the stairs to my room where my office is.

Big mistake.

The stairs into my room are varnished wood, awkward heights, and not very well lit. I slipped and missed my footing, which has happened a million times before.

This is where things get unpleasant. Read on with caution.

Somehow, both the tibia and fibula in my right leg snapped in half with enough force to drive them both through the front of my shin.

I was in and out of consciousness, but I do remember being surrounded by what felt like 40 EMTs (was closer to ten according to my folks - three ambulances showed up), one of whom was utterly charmed by my lizard. He looked about twelve. Bless him for distracting me while one of his partners cut open my favourite lounge pants and shoved the bones back inside my leg. I was not wearing underwear at the time.

We get to the Montreal General Hospital in... mediocre time, due to a fuckton of construction and detours. Bienvenue a Montreal, fuck right off.

They put me straight into a trauma unit and pumped me full of fentanyl and antibiotics. I vaguely remember one of the EMTs referring to my pain level as a "fifteen out of ten". They checked my entire body to make sure nothing else was injured, both manual and ultrasound to make sure I still had my spleen and shit. Thankfully, all my innards are still functional. They cut the remaining shreds of my pants off but managed to get my tank top off without too much drama. Someone was kind enough to drape a hospital gown over my boobs and... possibly my crotch? I was in too much pain to give a crap at this point.

They manage to take a few x-rays while I curse them and their ancestors and the hospital and just... the entire fucking world, and then fill me up with some delightful cocktail of propofol and ketamine. I remember very little after this point, but apparently they yanked my leg into place, noticing my right left ankle was severely sprained in the process. So that was fun. Apparently I cursed a bunch more, and made a bunch of jokes that were likely inappropriate but broke the tension I guess?

I "woke up" from the cocktail feeling like I was underwater, and then convinced I was inside Disney Dreamlight Valley, which frankly was a lovely way to come out of sedation. I think I was picking flowers with Mirabel Madrigal.

At some point during all this nonsense my mother managed to get in touch with my boss who was adamant that I take as long as needed, which was a good thing. My dad came to the hospital with me but they wouldn't let him into the trauma unit. It was very chaotic and crowded and likely gross to watch so I get it.

After the realignment, they pushed my gurney to the space between X-Ray and CT to get better scans. They were both occupied so I sat in the hall for a few minutes and vaguely remember saying "Bonjour, hi!" and "Can I help you?" to random people who passed me. Once a retail worker, always a retail worker, apparently.

CT confirmed I also had a broken bone in my left foot. They moved me into ER main, put a boot on the left and bandaged up the wound. I was told I'd need surgery but they were so overwhelmed (ER was like at 160% capacity or something) so they had no idea when I'd be cleared.

They brought me dinner which claimed to be frittata and mashed potatoes but I'm fairly certain was actually upholstery foam and wallpaper paste. Thankfully it was so unappetizing I didn't eat more than a few bites, because my nurse was like "Hey so you're next on the OR list. If they ask if you ate, say no." XD Bless you Meagan, you saved my arse multiple times. You are a sarcastic, foul-mouthed, adorable angel among nurses (and really all the nurses were lovely). About an hour later they wheel me up to the ER, wash me down as best they can, and start prepping me. I meet the surgeon, who is as brusque and no-nonsense as orthopedic surgeons tend to be, but he did take the time to explain the whole procedure and risks, and make sure I was comfortable and understood.

What they were gonna do was drill down through my knee and insert a titanium rod down the centre of the entire tibia. The fibula was close enough and a clean enough break that it could rely on the tibia's stabilisation. Fun note about this particular surgery - you can walk on it within days of it being installed. No cast or anything!

The anaesthetist suggested a sedative and a spinal block (similar to an epidural) rather than a full unconscious anaesthetic because of my medical history and they're just generally less dangerous. However, it turns out the sheath around my synovial spaces in my spine is made out of fucking Kevlar or something. They bent SEVEN NEEDLES trying to get a shot in. Took about 45 minutes. I was numb so it was nbd but it was like... ten PM at this point and everyone was tired so when the anaesthetist was like "I think we should do a general" I was like "sign me the fuck up where's the consent form" I woke up a few hours later in the PACU (post-anaesthetic care unit) with a titanium upgrade, 37 staples in four separate locations, an incredibly fashionable thigh-high bandage, and my mother at my side. I faded in and out for about an hour and then remember being in a tiny little private room with its own bathroom. A total luxury in our older hospitals (The MGH as an institution has been around since the 1800s and the building I was in was built in 1955 - the bathroom even had adorable black and white tiling typical of the bathrooms of that era). That's pretty much all the dramatic bits of the story. They kept me for a week working with nurses, orthopedic residents, and physiotherapists until they were comfortable enough that I could move around enough at home to attend to my basic needs. I have crutches, a walker, a rolling commode so I can do the needful literally a foot from my med, a desk that slides over my bed, and thankfully two incredibly patient and indulgent parents. I'm fairly certain they never expected to be cleaning their 42 year old daughter's poop out of a bucket, but what can you do?

If anyone is genuinely curious, I have photos and would be willing to write up the hospital stay itself but 90% of it will be me complaining about the other patients on the ward who screamed at the nurses for everything and if I'd been able to walk I would have smothered with a pillow, or the "food" they tried to feed me which got increasingly inedible as the week went on.

If you've read this far, bless you. If you leave a note or message me I'll do my best to reply but I'm floating in and out of a dilaudid-infused haze so it might be a while.

At this point I'm not too proud (or possibly I've just lost whatever shame I had left when they cut my pants off), if you feel like sending me a get-well gift my amazon wishlists are here: general wishes | https://www.amazon.ca/hz/wishlist/ls/1K85M74WULR1N?ref_=wl_share

craft supplies | https://www.amazon.ca/hz/wishlist/ls/PXBKTW4UK0AQ?ref_=wl_share

US wishlist | https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2MT3KS1ZDZG0O?ref_=wl_share

(stuff will be delivered to my boyfriend and I'll open it whenever I'm allowed to fly down there)

#personal story #trauma #medical #emergency #multiple fractures #read at your own risk

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squirreltastic · 4 months

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[PHOTO ID: A digital full color art of an original Digimon named Lokimon.

They have one hand on their hip and are posed in a way you can only peek at the other arm. Lokimon has long grown out red hair with waves and a wreath of mistletoe covering their eyes, their mouth is sewn but they can still smile.

There is a bow of tree branches growing from the visible wrist, which is also wrapped in tiny belts. There are also belts around the upper arm.

They have a historically inspired red apron as a dress with digicode embroidery along the collar. The fibulas are amber insets instead of pure metal. Tatters of a under tunic in brown are along the straps.

The dress is torn up the legs like slits. The right leg has a green snake around it. The sash tails are tattered. The background is a photo of mistletoe. END ID]

Okay so this started because Karn EX made a Christmas Digimon video in 2022 and suggested the idea of non Christmas winter celebration based Digimon. My first idea was mistletoe. Common in the Christmas imagery it however instantly made me think of the mistletoe norse story which ended up with me tossing in random Loki mythos into a Digimon. Tldr Loki tricked Höðr into killing Baldur with a mistletoe arrow. Since it was a trick by Loki I decided to use him for this.

Red hair, sewn lips, snake companion and gender shenanigans. Given Digimons inclination towards certain visual tropes I had to try to mesh them. But I cannot do the Digimon style at all.

The pose is actually from a manga Angewoman art:

[PHOTO ID: Art of Angewomon with her right hand on hip, the her bow manifested between the over laping ribbon at her wrist is of note END ID]

I'm used to her bow being from her glove but I guess it depends on the media/Angewomon!

Lokimon is a Champion level, and can be reached when a Digimon just wants a little bit of chaos a lil hehe for the soul. Virus type most likely.

#My art #My other #Digimon oc

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waywardxrhea · 4 months

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Part Twenty-Eight: Reunited

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Word count: 3.9k

Emma wakes up after the bombing in Vienna.

The next morning, Emma regains consciousness and wakes up in an unknown facility. She slowly opens her eyes and lifts her head to look around. As she tries to sit up she's met with pain from the massive bruising all over her body. She lets out a groan which causes the young woman in the room to turn around. "Oh good, you're awake!"

Emma lays back down on the pillow in pain and asks, "Where...where am I? Who are you?"

"I'll start with introductions," the chipper girl responds with a smile. "My name is Shuri and you are currently in my lab in the great kingdom of Wakanda. How are you feeling, Miss Emma?"

"Like I was just in a bombing..." Emma replies in a strained voice as an ache presents itself in her head. She rubs her temple and asks, "What happened? How did I get here? Are my AI system and drone okay? What about my friends?"

"For someone who has a nasty headache you sure are asking a lot of questions," Shuri says with a bright laugh. "As for the first one, the bomb went off and messed you up pretty badly. You had a shattered tibia and fibula, a concussion, and some other miscellaneous injuries, along with the obvious bruising. As a thank you for the attempt to save my father's life, my brother insisted that you be brought here to heal. Our healers and I mended all your broken bits so they should be good as new. As for the headache, we can give you a special herbal tea to help with the pain, but those bruises will have to heal on their own."

At the words, Emma slowly sits up to look at the girl while she speaks to her. She swings her leg that was previously injured and sees that it was completely healed. "How did you...?"

"We are one of the most advanced civilizations in the world, we have our ways," she tells Emma with a wink. "Now I think that sufficiently answers your first two questions, so as for the third one, your tech is okay. It is a very loyal piece of machinery, Miss Emma. Once you got here I took the liberty of fixing it up, I would even say I made it better if I'm honest."

Emma notices her drone in a lab hood nearby and asks, "What all did you do to her?"

"So I did basic repairs from the blast and reinforced her body with vibranium so she's now virtually indestructible. I have been experimenting with some new tech for the Black Panther suit and tried it out on her as well. If it works properly, any blow that she takes will be absorbed and then you can deal the force back on your attacker."

"That's...wow..." Emma whispers, speechless.

Shuri smiles and says, "I'm glad you like it. I also took the liberty to fix some stuff in regards to the AI itself. Fixed some bugs and reprogrammed a little bit. Now she can only be accessed by you. Un-hackable, untraceable, and the more you train with it, the better she'll respond as she gets to know you. What was in there before was a basic AI that could respond to commands and things, but it couldn't do everything AI is capable of."

"And here I was thinking that Tony had the best tech in the world..." Emma mumbles.

"This stuff? I was capable of this by the time I was ten Miss Baker."

Emma can't help but laugh at the comment which sets off more pain in her head. She then asks sheepishly, "Hey, you mentioned something about some tea?" Shuri smiles and nods before taking a few steps out of the lab to inform someone of Emma's request.

When Shuri comes back, she tells Emma, "All of the upgrades should be done within the hour. Once you get that tea, if you want a tour of the labs I will gladly take you on one."

Emma looks around and finally takes in all of the tech surrounding them and smiles, saying, "That sounds fantastic."

After a tour of the lab with tea in hand, Emma and Shuri reemerge into her sector of the lab to take a look at the progress on SAM 2.0. Before Shuri takes the drone out from under the hood, she stops and asks Emma, "I saw in your AI previously that there was a function that could read your vitals and play music for you?"

"Yeah, it was something Tony added in for my anxiety. We also used it to help me train in hand-to-hand combat for a while."

"Well how about I make that feature better too?"

Emma hesitates for a moment before asking, "What would we need to do for that?"

"Well all I would need is a simple brain scan. I can then add on some tech that can have a micro scanner in the piece that you wear so it can read your brain activity and adjust based on that rather than just heart rate. I don't know what he was thinking, choosing to do this based on heart rate, that goes up under normal exertion circumstances, not just... Well anyway, I'll stop with the slander of Mr. Stark's tech. So are you down?"

"I'm down," Emma replies with a nod. After a surprisingly quick scan of her brain activity, Shuri does some programming and is done. "Wow, you work quickly."

Shuri smiles as she hands Emma a couple of small tech pieces that wrap around her ears. They are ornate and elegant so they look like jewelry, matching the feather quill tattoo Emma has behind her ear. As Emma puts the tech on, Shuri says, "I hope you don't mind me experimenting with the tech. It just needed some TLC."

"Whatever aids me more in a fight works great for me," Emma tells her. She gets the second piece on and smiles. "You know this seems a lot better than glasses for housing the AI. Glasses can fall off super easily. Hell, they almost have multiple times in a fight."

"Another thing I don't understand why he did," Shuri says, shaking her head with a laugh. "These are fashionable and effective at their job, I think you'll love them. They are also a lot easier to wear in your day-to-day."

"I think they're perfect," Emma tells her with a smile.

"So are you ready to test her out?"

"Absolutely!"

"So with the earpieces, you can keep them as is and you can listen to everything stats-wise that is going on or you can give the right one a tap and it can produce a holographic screen with everything you need to know."

"Sweet," Emma says and tests it out.

The screen materializes and she hears SAM's voice saying, "It's good to be back, boss. I'm glad you're okay after that incident earlier."

"Me too, SAM," Emma replies softly. "Did you get back all my notes and stuff to Maria before...well you know..."

"As always," she replies.

"Great," Emma replies. "Now let's see what you're capable of with these upgrades."

When Emma says this, Shuri taps some commands into her own tablet. Emma checks on the mini-tablet attached to her wrist and sees that SAM shows an incoming drone out of the hall on the left. Before she can react though, it flies in quickly and hits her drone dead on. The drone absorbs the blow and Shuri says, "Now, you see how it's glowing purple? If you command your drone to fly back into that one, it'll deal the force of that blow right back onto it."

"Got it," Emma replies and gets the steering feature up on the tablet. She then smashes her drone into the other one and it goes flying into the wall behind it!

"Yes!" Both Shuri and Emma shout in excitement at the fact that the tech worked.

"Okay now let's see the stealth mode," Shuri says.

Another drone flies down the hall and Emma quickly commands SAM to send the drone into stealth mode. On the projected screen, Emma can see where exactly the drone is but can't see a thing in front of her. Without warning, Shuri sends a drone to execute a sneak attack on Emma's. The drone absorbs the blow and begins to glow on the screen, but once again it isn't visible to the naked eye. The two girls fist bump at the feat with smiles on their faces. "This tech is amazing, Shuri. You could put Stark Industries out of business. Why haven't we heard of you?"

"The kingdom of Wakanda has been a well-kept secret for many, many generations. It is disappointing some days knowing my tech isn't used around the world, but I'm just happy to be inventing."

"That's a shame...tech like this could put the Avengers into retirement. Bring peace to the world."

"In an ideal world, yes, but not this one," she tells her. Emma nods sadly as they end the training session.

After cleaning up, Shuri shows Emma to the room she'll be staying in for the night. "I hope it's okay that we're keeping you here for the night. I'm supposed to tell you it's for observation of your injuries, but if I'm 100% honest, the elders are discussing how to deal with the fact that we brought an outsider into our kingdom. You may need to be here for a few days."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to impose..." Emma says quietly.

"Don't you worry, it's all just traditional nonsense. If I can get your help in my lab and prove that you're useful, you'll get out easy," Shuri jokes with a laugh and a wink.

They get to the room that was set up for her and Emma's mind goes to what they were talking about before, the only question that Shuri didn't answer when she first woke up: what happened to everyone else at the meeting? Was Nat okay? Did Tony make it out? Then another thought hits her. What was Steve thinking? She lost her phone in the blast and there wouldn't be a way to contact her.

"Hey, Shuri?"

"Hm?"

"Do you know anything about what's going on back in Vienna? Who all made it out and all?"

"We can try and find news coverage, but until our reps there get back to us, we're getting the same news everyone else around the world is."

"Is there any way I can contact my team?"

"You can try, but I will say, last I saw on the news, my brother was out there fighting Captain America and some of his friends."

Emma closes her eyes and whispers, "Damnit Steve..." She pauses for a moment before asking, "I'm assuming that's gonna be a violation of the Accords?"

Shuri assesses Emma's reaction to Steve's actions and nods slowly. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Feel free to use the TV in your room to catch up on the news."

"Will do," Emma replies as she walks into the room.

Laying on the bed is a pair of beautifully crafted pj's along with a steaming cup of the tea that helped her out earlier. Beside the cup is a note from one of the healers, saying, "Please enjoy. This will help soothe your pain and ease you into sleep. The elders may be undecided, and you may not have saved the King, but there are those of us who thank you for your heroism. Where others ran away, you ran into the danger to save someone else. That takes the heart of a hero and true bravery. Thank you."

Emma smiles at the note, dresses into the pj's, and sits on the bed to watch the news coverage from the day. She sips the tea as she watches the report of Steve and Sam getting arrested along with another familiar face: Bucky Barnes. Usually her mind would go to the worst-case scenario when she sees his face, but tonight it doesn't. Tonight, the strong herbal tea has a hold on Emma, and rather than slipping into anxious thoughts, she drifts to sleep with the TV still on.

The next day, Shuri keeps Emma busy in her lab so she doesn't get bogged down by the thoughts of the bombing and her friends' arrests. The two work together in her lab, editing programs for various tech items Shuri is working on, fixing up broken tech that is sent to the lab from throughout the kingdom, and doing more work on Emma's drone and AI. At one point when they are working, Shuri asks Emma, "Do you think you need some weapons to have on yourself? The drone can only do so much and what if you're away from it during a fight?"

"Oh Shuri, I couldn't ask that much of you, you've already helped me out so much," Emma replies.

"But what if I want to?" Shuri asks. "It'll be a piece of cake, really."

"Well..." Emma trails off, "if you insist."

Shuri pumps her fist and begins programming and putting the commands into a computer to start the building process. For the next few hours, the girls work on the drone and weapons systems together. At one point, Emma takes a break due to her headache but Shuri continues her work. When Emma gets back, Shuri tells her, "I just added something really cool to the drone, but I'm not going to tell you what it is. You'll find out in time and with more training with it."

"Ooh, a mystery, I like it," Emma replies with a smile. Shuri then presents Emma with a pair of bracelets that match the ornate detailing of her earpieces and tells her to put them on. She marvels at the pieces and breathes, "Oh, these are beautiful, Shuri."

"They may be beautiful, but they can pack a punch. They take the energy you have behind your punches and double it. It's nothing too fancy, but I didn't want you to deal with accidental blasts to the hands. I don't understand how Miss Romanoff handles her weapons like that so elegantly."

"She is one talented woman," Emma tells her quietly, wondering what Natasha was feeling in all of this, what with surviving the bombing and then having some of her closest friends arrested... Emma's thoughts are quickly torn away from thinking about her friends though as she and Shuri move on to work on some other things being brought into the lab.

Meanwhile in a different area of the building, Steve talks with his best friend. "Are you sure you want to do this, Buck?" he asks.

"I can't trust my own mind," Bucky replies with a shake of his head. "So until they figure out how to get this crap out, going back under is the best idea. For everybody."

Steve nods as the Wakandan lab techs put Bucky into the cryo machine. As his friend is frozen yet again, he sighs and goes to look out of the window nearby to be with his thoughts, feeling completely numb. He finally found Buck but now he has to give him up again, Emma is still missing, and the team he gathered to help him out is all in a max security prison... It couldn't get much worse... He lets these feelings of hopelessness go though as T'Challa approaches him from behind. "Thank you for this," he tells the man.

"Your friend and my father...they were both victims in this. If I can help one of them find peace..." T'Challa replies thoughtfully.

"You know if they find out he's here, they'll come for him," Steve tells him.

"Let them try," T'Challa says while looking at the monument to the Black Panther outside of the window. They both stand in silence for a second before T'Challa continues. "Captain, I think we may have something you've been looking for. In the other lab. Please, follow me."

Steve knits his eyebrows in confusion but follows T'Challa down the hall anyway. As they approach the other lab, Steve hears a familiar sound that brings joy and peace to his heart: Emma's laugh. A smile breaks out on Steve's face as T'Challa opens the door to reveal Emma working with a young girl in the lab.

Steve clears his throat and says loudly, "I thought you said I wasn't losing you any time soon, Baker."

Emma turns around at the sound of Steve's voice and smiles from ear to ear at the sight of him, a bit worse for wear, but there nonetheless. She meets Steve halfway as he wraps his arms around her in an embrace. Emma flinches at the pain from her bruising but ignores it because she was just so happy to see Steve.

"Let's give them some space, Shuri," T'Challa tells his sister and the two of them leave to give the pair some privacy.

Steve takes a shaky breath and whispers, "God, we thought you were gone, Em... Nat told me there was a body they couldn't identify and nobody knew where you went... I couldn't help but think it was you." Steve's voice breaks at the end of his sentence and he pulls Emma impossibly closer. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you..."

"Well I'm here and that's what counts," Emma mumbles into Steve's chest.

Steve finally lets Emma out of his arms and he sighs. "The man who did all of this...he said that he would make sure we lost everyone just like he did. I was so afraid that we lost you in that blast..."

A tear escapes Steve's eye at the thought of losing Emma and she wipes it away with her thumb, telling him, "It's okay Steve, I'm right here. A bit beat up, but I'm here." She pauses and then asks, "So what's the plan?"

Steve scratches the back of his neck and replies, "Well I'm not in the government's good graces right now, so I'm gonna have to go on the run for a bit while I figure out what to do about this whole situation. Sam, Wanda, Clint, and Scott Lang are in a prison called the Raft right now because of what they did to help me. I just need to figure out a way to make this right."

"Well I'm coming with you to help," she tells him.

Concern fills Steve's eyes as he says, "Em, I can't let you do that. If you come with me, you're going to be a wanted woman for conspiring with a war criminal and going against the Accords."

"Sure you can let me," Emma retorts, "because that's exactly what you would do for me."

"I'm just trying to look out for you."

"And I'm trying to look out for you. I wouldn't be able to stand myself just sitting around knowing you were out there running with no way for me to help."

"But what about your job at Stark Industries? You gave up being an Avenger to keep it. I don't want you to lose that stability you were talking about."

"Well, I've had some time to think while I've been here and I realized that it wasn't the job that was my stability, it's you guys. Plus, I have a place we can go to hide. My family has property back in upstate New York. It's super secluded, and no one at Stark Industries knows about it besides Maria. SHIELD kept it off the books when I was an agent and I've kept it a secret from almost everyone besides my clients that rent it. It's the perfect place to lay low until we can get all of this figured out."

At these words, Steve goes deep into thought, wandering over to the window to contemplate their options. Emma follows him and looks at his profile, battered and bruised, but still handsome. After a few seconds, Steve finally speaks again. "And you're sure you're willing to risk everything you have back home to help?" As he asks this, he turns to Emma.

She looks deep into his eyes and nods as she tells him, "For you, I'd risk anything."

The two hold each other's gaze for a few seconds before they hear someone clear their throat behind them. T'Challa approaches them and asks, "So, Captain, is Miss Baker heading out with you, or will you be leaving me with two of your friends? I'm sure my sister could use a helping hand in the lab if you choose to leave on your own."

"She'll be coming with me," Steve replies with a nod. "From the bottom of my heart, I thank you and your people for your kindness and help in healing them."

"And we thank you for letting us. My little sister needs a bit of a challenge every now and then."

"A challenge?" Shuri asks, offended. "You underestimate me, brother. I had Emma healed within hours and we had a whole day to work on her tech!"

The girl hands Emma the drone that had been entered into pack mode and Emma smiles, saying, "Thank you, Shuri. I do have one question though before we go."

"What is it?"

"Tony had a tracker put in this thing years ago, is there any way you can take it out?"

"Oh, I did that when you were still out from the bombing. It was in the way of something I needed to fix so I got rid of it," Shuri replies. She checks her watch and says, "Well I would love to stay and chat, but I have to start working on what my brother says my next 'challenge' is. Good luck out there, Miss Emma. It was a pleasure working with you."

"Right back at ya," Emma replies and gives her a fist bump.

Emma waves to Shuri as she turns to leave and then T'Challa speaks back up. "By now I'm sure the jet you requested to get out of here is ready, Captain. Just tell my pilot where to take you and you're there. Feel free to contact us if you are ever in need of help."

"Will do," Steve tells him with a nod. "Again, thank you, your highness. For everything."

"It has been a pleasure."

As T'Challa walks the two of them to the jet they'll be taking back to the States, Steve tells Emma, "So I know you said that the place your family has is secluded and was kept off the books, but I think we should stake it out for a few days just to make sure no one's there to get us when we arrive."

"Smart idea, Cap," Emma agrees as they make their way onto the jet. "There's a motel about ten miles from the lodge. We can stay there until we're sure it's safe. They take cash and are a no questions asked kinda place so we should be safe there."

"Safe is what we need right now while we figure out a plan." Emma nods as she tells the pilot the name of their destination and he taps in the coordinates to a clearing about a mile from the motel so he could drop them off secretly.

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froginninjago · 4 months

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Day 3, Zane: Master of Ice!

There's a lot of images for this, as my headcanon was to design his entire body, or a rough approximation of it, so I'm putting it all below the cut. I'll also translate my atrocious handwriting

DISCLAIMER! I am not a medical student, doctor, engineer, or anything related. I'm open to criticism!

Everything is Titanium unless stated otherwise, and hollow spaces are assumed to be filled with wires!

FACE BASICS

-thin sheets of titanium act as eyelids and can slide neatly under the brow bone

HAIR

*hair attaches to the skull in a way similar to a dolls, with fine plastic-y material placed into thousands of tiny holes that allow for free and realistic movement.

-It's sealed at the under/inner side of the skull to prevent being ripped out

*Can be carefully switched out with patience and time!

SKULL

-Openable to access internal wiring

-Bones slot together like puzzle pieces for easy removal

-Removable, small gaps for wiring allow for expressions

-Indents in "gums" slot into facial bones

-Teeth are removable for cleaning and replacement if necessary

-Gums have hollow spots with exact teeth shape

-Tongue is made of silicon and has miniscule gears connected to wiring running under it to allow movement for speech

-Teeth are sharpened from wear down and can be replaced

UPPER TORSO + NECK AND SHOULDERS (ish)

"Bones" In the same style as the lower torso

Back view

-> Where the skull sits

<- joint for shoulder connection

↖️extent sideways from top 9 vertebrate (excluding neck)

"Bones" Front view

Plates Front View

-> Clavicle

> covers ribs 1-8

<- carbon fiber to allow bending, covers bottom three ribs

Back view

*Covered in synthetic skin (referring to all)

-Shoulder blades stick out slightly and have a limited range of movement

-Top 7 are neck, limited range of movement

<- carbon fiber

LOWER TORSO + HIP

-"Bones" interlocking

-11 vertebrate (the last 4 are the tailbone and immoveable)

-The nature of this design allows for better than average back flexibility

-> where upper leg slots in

Back view

->overlapping plates bend seamlessly

Conne-cted

Front View

*Plates are thinner in the middle and fade out

-first

-middle

-last

*A thin layer of chainmail is placed between the synthetic skin and plates to prevent catching

UPPER LEGS

<-slots into the hip to allow movement

<- "bone"

<- Blacked out parts are a hollow carbon fiber fabric that allows knee movement, and prevents sideways movement

Front View

Side View(s)

Back View

-Synthetic Skin Covers the Leg

*the knee is given megal plates in two interlocking and therefore bendable pieces

LOWER LEGS

<- "Bone"

-The plates are connected completely on the tibula but not the fibula or other bones

Front View

Side View(s)

-re-moveable bands connect to other parts

*Bands are removable so the plates can be removed for maintenance

Back view

<- Permanently buff

-held in the tense state though wiring does allow for relaxed movement

Synthetic skin is placed overtop

*Ankle (I don't know what's happening there)

FEET

Parts are filled with microprocessors that take artificial EMG signals

<-additional plate covering adds protection, covers previously bold spots in a material like chainmail

<-overall design covered in silicon to protect from the elements

-The heel, ball, and toe pads are outfitted with fused to the "skin" metal plates that prevent too much wear and tear from terrain

*"Tendons" are overlayed under the "skin" but over/between the plates for a more human look

*The sides of the ankle are reinforced to prevent sideways movement

HANDS

-Works the same as feet

-Poor grip strength (compared to average)

<- Basic skeleton

-> thumb

<- made of interconnecting plates for movement

*Other fingers are motorized

<- Synthetic skin overlay with metal finger pads, knuckles (black circles)

*No fingernails

LOWER ARMS

"bones"

<- Elbow

<- slot into joints at the base of the palms

Front View

-> Carbon fiber

Side View(s)

Back View

*synthetic skin covers everything and there is a thin layer of chainmail over the carbon fiber

UPPER ARMS

<-Clavicle

"Bones"

<- Joint allows movement

-> Shoulder Blade in back

*Styled similarly to upper legs

<- carbon fiber for movement

<-Elbow

Front View

-> connects to clavicle joint

Side View(s)

Back View

*The elbow is a ball slightly connected to the upper and lower arms and is surrounded almost completely by carbon fiber

*Silicon skin overtop everything

#lego ninjago #ninjago headcanon #ninjago zane #my art #traditional art #this took me so long #ninjago fan art #ninjago art #skeleton #in a way #frogs 365 day challenge

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criolla-star · 4 months

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Redemption (Cyrus x Acronix part 2)

(I suggest you check out part 1 if you haven’t already Yea and Cyrus has a medical degree cause why not)

The journey back to Borg Tower was slow and painful they had to stop numerous times due to the fact of Acronixs’ leg, but they eventually made it and went up the ramp. “Y’know we could’ve just went to a hospital you don’t have to go through the extra worry of putting a cast on it”Acronix said while they were in the elevator. “Believe it’s further than here and you’d probably have to wait for a while before they check on you” Cyrus responded.

They both carefully went into this medical room (it was put there because the ninja go there multiple times) Cyrus told Acronix to put his leg out which he did and he took a quick X-ray showing that his leg had a severely broke. Cyrus let out a sigh as he began to apply the material circumferentially from the metatarsal joints to just distal to the fibulae head, overlapping the underlying layer by half of the width of the casting material. He smoothed out the casting material to fill in the interstices in the plaster, bond the layers together, and conform to the contour of the leg. (I researched this shit for you and I don’t even I understand it)

“There we all done” Cyrus said. Acronix is stared at him surprisingly, “Already? That was quick” he said. Cyrus nodded before rolling over to a closet and grabbing some clothes and handing it to Acronix, “I’ll leave you to change and shower he said pointing to a door”Cyrus said rolling over to the door and exiting the room.

Acronix stared at the clothes he was given, it was a maroon hoodie and some loose black sweatpants and of course other shit. Acronix limped to the bathroom turned on the shower before stripping down, Cyrus told him to keep his leg out of the water so he tried his best. He shampooed his hair letting the warm water drip down his body and scars from a few battles of his he scrubbed his body enjoying the comfort of warm water and the smell of mango soap filling his senses. After awhile Acronix left the shower wrapped in a towel he carefully got dressed when I came to the pants he carefully put them on around his leg when put on it was loose and comfy. He then noticed Cyrus gave him a white shirt to wear underneath the hoodie and put it on as well as the hoodie. He stared at the mirror for a moment, “This doesn’t look to bad..”Acronix thought to himself. (I had too much fun writing this paragraph and don’t judge the mango shampoo who doesn’t like mango)

Acronix saw some underarm crutches with a note from Cyrus telling him to use them he carefully used it and honestly didn’t mind the note also told him to come to the 99th floor which he did and found Cyrus working on something. “Whatcha doing?”Acronix asked this caught Cyrus off guard and caused him to flinch. Cyrus rolled around to look at Acronix and was going to say something until he saw how good he looked in those clothes. “You alright?”Acronix asked. Cyrus nodded before turning around again in an attempt to hide his blush. “ S-so how’s your leg feeling?”Cyrus asked still staring at the computer in front of him.

“Much better, still hurts slightly but it feels better, and thank you I’m really grateful for you helping me….”Acronix replied. Cyrus stared at him then smiled, “It’s no problem” Cyrus replied he quite happy to know Acronix was thankful for his help. Acronix moved closer to Cyrus wanting to see what he was doing, “I’m trying to figure what could’ve caused a time vortex to come out of no where because, you didn’t know what happened till after”Cyrus said causing Acronix to make a face of realisation.

“Umm..listen again I’m thankful for your help and i apologise about the whole ‘kidnapping and forcing you to make things’ problem”Acronix said. Cyrus let out a sigh, “Are you just going to keep on saying sorry to me” he chuckled out. “Maybe….”The former master of time replied in an embarrassed tone he honestly felt guilty about the whole thing.

“It’s fine really, I’ll forgive as long as you don’t try anything here”Cyrus replied. Acronix nodded before saying, “I let power and greed control me I should have done any of those things…”. Cyrus stared at him, “As far as I know you were in a time vortex for 40years and your brother made the snakes, kidnapped Ray and Maya and well made the plan”Cyrus replied. Acronix stood there for a while before Cyrus pointed to a beanbag near to him it was pretty much always empty due to Cyrus well…you know. Acronix sat grabbed the beanbag and sat next to him and they began talking eventually Acronix fell asleep and Cyrus went to his bed which wasn’t that far.

(I’m literally simping to the thought of Acronix wearing a maroon hoodie and sweatpants like nah bro it’s sounds so hot don’t judge me😂😂😂😂)

#fanfiction #futureshipping #cyrus borg #ninjago acronix

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azuhrasims · 1 year

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The Big List of Skeleton Mods for the Sims 4

Skeletons! Introduced to us in the Jungle Adventure game pack, these bony buddies have been silently roaming our games since. Sort of. You know, when you are in those jungle temples or when you cast “Skeleton Blessing” using one of those nifty relics you can build.

It turns out that modders have been having lots of fun with skeletons since their release. If you want more from your Sims 4 skeletons than a spooky tomb buddy, a 12 hour buff, or a little flirt with Bonehilda, you should see what modders in the community have done to add a little sparkle to these tibias and fibulas.

*With any and all mods that you choose to download, make sure you read the instructions given by the creator and the warning about what files may conflict!

Find yourself some skeletal mods under the read more.

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How to become a Skeleton In Game

The way to get the Skeleton Blessing buff in game is to use the Balampalsoh Death Relic you can discover and build in Jungle adventure game play. Or, you can cheat the buff on which is add_buff Buff_Skeleton . This buff lasts 12 hours on its own.

Magic

I love Spellcasters and I love adding modded spells to them. Guess what? Skeletonize is a Spellcaster mod you can download! You need the spell and you also need the Spellbook Injector mod to use custom spells.

Skeletonize by: Zero

Spellbook Injector V2 by: Simsonian Library

Outfits

This one is easy, this modder simply unlocked the skeletons as costumes that you can apply in CAS.

Unlocked Jungle Adventure Skeleton Outfit by: blueshreveport

Outfits for All Ages

You want skeleton sims that are toddlers or children as well as adult framed sims? Wild! Good news is that Natalia Auditor has you covered on that. Oh, and these are Base Game compatible.

Skeleton for All Ages by: Natalia Auditor

Outfits and Custom Trait

This one is the fancy one, kids. You need XML injector for this to work.

Sims4 Skeleton Unlocked, Trait changed by: Gauntlet101010

XML Injector by: Scumbumbo

Permanent Skeleton Buff

I need to pop this in my game and see if I can play with it myself, but the description has it that the length of time your skeleton buff lasts depends on which relic you use to cast the buff in the first place. There is no cure for the permanent buff. Bonus mod here that makes all your skeletons spawn as the white ones! -- This hasn’t been updated since 2018, it may or may not work.

Permanent and Pearly White Skeletons! by: Liam’s Sims 4 Mods

Bonus Mods

How about one that uses the hidden skeleton buff trait to actually make a skeleton bloodline? Its so silly and yet so fabulous that of course a lovely modder made that exist.

Skeleton Bloodlines by: baniduhaine

And Icemumun came through unexpectedly with a small JA tweaks mod that includes an easy way to humanize your skeleton sims when the Skeleton Blessing buff is just lasting too long for your game play. You can direct click on the sim to remove the state, or, for fun, you can go and pray at the Selvadorada town square for Humanization.

Jungle Adventure Mods by: Icemunmun

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As of Feb 2023, all of these mods are working and *GASP* working well together in my game. Have fun!

If I find more mods to add to this list, I sure will, but this is what I have right now.

#Azuhra's Big List #Skeleton Sims mods #Sims 4 mods #Jungle Adventure #ts4cc #Sims 4

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velvet-cupcake-games · 2 years

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hospital au with marion as a new resident and geoffrey as the hot but abrasive with a heart of gold, House MD type chief of surgery NEOWWWW

Disclaimer: I know nothing about medicine. Nothing. My apologies and tremendous respect to any of you in the medical field. Just pretend this hospital works like this, because I'm sure I got it wrong.

I approached the intimidating office door, clasping my clipboard in a white-knuckle grip. It was like every other office door in the hospital, save for the nameplate at the side. Dr. Woodthorpe CHIEF OF SURGERY

He was known for eating residents alive, and I'd been avoiding direct contact with him. But my luck had run out. I'd been summoned for a conference with the man, though I had no idea why.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked with as much confidence as I could muster. He was known to ignore a half-hearted knock.

"Enter."

Good. I hadn't been judged half-hearted yet. I pushed open the heavy door.

He sat behind his desk with a regal demeanor, as though he were some sort of Medieval feudal lord. The man was distressingly handsome, with Grecian features, piercing slate grey eyes, and sleek raven-black hair that brushed his shoulders. It was too bad about his personality.

"Please sit."

I pulled out a chair, the metal legs sliding against the tile floor with a horrifying screech. He didn't move a muscle until I was seated and giving him my best friendly smile. He did not smile in return. He merely pulled out a file. My file.

"Dr. Marion Glastonbury. Exemplary academic record. Excellent patient care feedback."

His fingers tapped the relevant sections on the paperwork as he spoke. I waited in silence for the other shoe to drop.

"But there have been complaints, have there not?"

"I... I am not always known for showing adequate respect to authority figures, sir."

Not that I wanted to antagonize this particular authority figure. I had an unfortunate temper, but I wasn't stupid.

He huffed slightly. Was it in exasperation or amusement? His countenance was so stern that I couldn't quite tell.

"Let's see... did you indeed tell Dr. McGillis that he lacked the requisite body parts to make proper pain management decisions in gynecology?"

"He was routinely under-dosing the patients and wouldn't listen to them. Or me."

"I myself lack a left tibia, fibula, and multitudinous foot bones that you no doubt memorized in your first year of medical school, not long ago. Should I be banned from tending to all patients with two biological legs?"

I squirmed in discomfort.

"Of course not. But you know the research shows that cisgender male doctors regularly underestimate uterine pain."

"True, though I'd have recommended taking that complaint through proper channels, Dr. Glastonbury."

His finger tapped down to the next complaint.

"I see you also informed a visiting proctologist that he ought to, and I quote, 'take his misogyny and stick it where the sun don't shine?'"

His lips quirked slightly. Was he trying not to laugh?

"He refused to stop calling the patient 'Doll' after she repeatedly asked him not to. I'll note that I saved that comment for when we were out of patient earshot."

I hoped he would be impressed by my forbearance.

"Inadvisable, either way."

I supposed that hope was in vain.

"And last but most certainly not least, you... pretended to be under demonic possession in front of a priest who was visiting a patient in the recovery room? I must admit, I am dying to learn more about this particular incident."

Oh gods. I didn't think that one had made it into the records.

"Well you see, the patient had a workplace accident, and he forgot he'd listed his mom as his emergency contact. She joined a cult last year, and he's gay, and she's been dying for the chance to let one of their shady practitioners at him, and-"

"To the point, please," he interrupted me.

"Ah yes, so uh, I'd buzzed security, but they were taking a while to respond. So in order to distract them and protect the patient I, ah, improvised?"

I hated how my voice had swooped upward at the end of that sentence, but Dr. Woodthorpe's dispassionate stare was starting to get to me.

"I... see."

He was silent for a moment, so I worked up the courage to find out what exactly was going on here.

"Doctor, may I ask a question?"

"You know my policy on questions."

"I may ask anything as long as it's not imbecilic, yes. I... well... Why am I here discussing my complaints record with you? You're not HR."

"That's an acceptable query."

He stood and strolled over to my side of the desk. Or was it stalked? He had a predatory feline grace to him, and I tried not to let it affect me. He propped his hip up against the desk, placing his weight on his right leg, and crossed his arms as he looked down at me.

"Quite simple. I want you."

"You... what?" I squeaked.

"Would you consider a transfer from a GP residency into surgery?"

Of course that's what he meant. It's not like he was about to ask me for a quick shag in the supplies closet. This wasn't Grey's Anatomy, and that would certainly call for a trip to HR, and... wait. What?

"But... you didn't seem to, ah, approve of the actions in my file..." I stammered once I was able to get my mouth moving again.

"I do not. But you are a highly intelligent, creative, and passionate practitioner. The first we have an excess of, here in surgery. The second, we rather lack. And the third, as you are learning, is a double-edged sword."

"Though perhaps as your mentor I might help steer your passionate patient advocacy into more productive channels, complicit with hospital policy?"

I was sure my face was flaming hot with embarrassment at that point. But this was an incredible opportunity, even if my future was in the hands of one stupid-handsome, obnoxiously rule-following, incredibly strict but talented chief of surgery. Plus, I had the distinct feeling that he'd saved me from that trip to Human Resources...

"All right." I spoke before I could talk myself out of it. "I'll do it."

"Excellent." He reached over and closed my file with a crisp snap. "The paperwork is with Williams in Admin. I will see you at 4am tomorrow in the surgical theatre on floor 3." That was a clear dismissal. I thanked him and scooted out of the chair, in a hurry to get out of there. "Oh, and Dr. Glastonbury?" I paused and looked back, my hand almost on the door handle.

"Absolutely nobody will be calling anybody 'Doll' on my watch." Was that... a smile? His face transformed from stupid-handsome to unbelievably, inappropriately handsome.

I coughed lightly and ejected myself from the room. What was I getting into?

#made marion #story prompt #modern au

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