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Full list of prompts under the cut.

Undiagnosed Chronic Illness

Septic Shock

Field Medicine

Sedation

Quarantine

Seizure

Transfusion

Rare Diseases

Life Support

Flare-Ups

Wound Care

Intensive Care Unit

Paralysis

Medical Error

Anaphlyaxis

Bedside Vigil

Organ Failure

Accident & Emergency

Recovery

Last Resort

Resuscitation

Goodbye

Chronic Illness

Stab Wound

Extended Stay

Smoke Inhalation

Gun Shot Wound

Road Traffic Accident

Crush Injury

Fight, Flight, or Freeze

Red & Blue Lights

Alt Prompts

Amputation

Coughing Up Blood

Frost Bite

Emergency Surgery

Head Injury

Invisible Disability

Klee and Jean short comic (with a weird grown-up). If you’re reposting please give me a credit, thanks. 

Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/58608862

Happy Birthday TarTar Sauce Tartaglia!💦

his exhaustion dissipates at the thought of Lumine btw-

I REQUEST MORE OF THE FOUND FAMILY STUFF

Yes! More found family stuff for you! Love you, friendship! And I love this family so much!!! :D

Jerza + Wendy: Found Family

Father-Daughter Dance:

          “Now that we’re done with that job we can stay for the festival, right?” Wendy gasped, clasping her hands together. Around the three mages, the town was preparing for a big festival for the following day. Jellal glanced over at Erza who nodded with a small smile.

          “Well,” he said, scratching the back of his head as they moved on towards their little inn. “I don’t see why not.”

          “I heard they’ll have really good desserts,” Erza said, taking Jellal’s hand in hers. Jellal entwined their fingers offering her a smile.

          “I heard they have dancing!” Wendy beamed. Around them lights and garlands were being strung up. Tomorrow the town would look completely different. “And maybe I’ll find someone to talk to! My favorite part of jobs out of town is meeting new people. It’s always good to make new friends!” She skipped ahead of them. Erza leaned against Jellal’s arm.

          “Are you going to tell her?” She smiled.

          “Tell her what?” He sighed, “That I… I care about her like she was my own daughter?”

          “Yes,” Erza nodded. “Exactly that. You know I’ve said it. I think it’s your turn.”

          “You know I feel that way, but it’s not that easy. What if… what if she doesn’t feel that way at all? What if I’m just like some guy or…?”

          “Jellal,” Erza laughed. “I promise… you’re not just ‘some guy.’” Her expression softened, and Jellal leaned in close to brush a kiss to her lips. “You’re going to put it off again, aren’t you?” She smiled. He didn’t respond.

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          “Ah! The lights are so pretty!” Wendy gasped. It was only sunset, but the streets were already brightly lit with all the decorative lights. Food stands and market stalls filled one street, games in another, and down in the square were dozens of dancers. It reminded her some of the festivals in Magnolia. There were some girls that looked about Wendy’s age at the edge of the suare where all the dancing was taking place. A live band was to the side, under the eaves of the old inn. Wendy made her way to where the girls stood. One was blonde, the other with dark red hair—which made Wendy think of Erza. As she approached, the blonde haired girl looked up.

          “You’re the wizard girl,” she said.

          “Yes!” Wendy beamed, “I’m Wen—”

          “We know,” the red haired girl shrugged, crossing her arms. “What kind of girl your age joins a wizard guild anyways?”

          “My mother says guilds are for drunk men and girls with nothing good to do.”

          “That’s not true!” Wendy gasped, “My guild is like family!”

          “Why?” The girl with blonde hair scoffed, “Don’t you have a real family?”

          A real family? Wendy’s heart dropped. Like… a mom and a dad? She wished she did have that. Grandeeney had always been like a mother to her, but she had been gone for a long time now and… A thought crossed Wendy’s mind. Erza. But she shook it away. “The guild is my family!” She protested.

          The girls laughed. “You’re an orphan? Did your parents abandon you?”

          “You weren’t good enough for them?!”

          Wendy felt tears welling up in her eyes. Why were they being so cruel?! The announcer near the musicians was announcing a new dance.

          “The father-daughter dance!” The blonde girl gasped, clapping her hands. “We should find our dads!”

          “The other girl glanced over at Wendy, “You should find yours too! Oh… wait…” she burst into giggles again, but her laughter was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice—dripping with rage—as someone stepped into view out of the corner of Wendy’s eyes.

          “Her father is right here.” Her eyes shot up to see him: Jellal! Her heart grew lighter as  he rested a hand on her shoulder. The mage looked furious, with such fire in his expression that the two girls stumbled backwards and then ran without so much as another question. “Wendy?” Jellal crouched down to meet her eyes, “Are you alright?”

          She nodded. What did he say? Had he said he was her father? It was just to get the girls to leave me alone.

          “I was just coming to find you when I heard the announcement,” he smiled a little, around them the music was starting again. “I was wondering if you… wanted to dance…” She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

          “Yes!” She smiled, beaming up at him. He gently pulled her out to the dance floor, holding both her hands. He spun her around once or twice and she found herself laughing, her tears finally gone. But before the dance had ended Jellal paused, letting out a sigh, his smile disappearing.

          “Wendy,” he said, letting out a deep sigh.

          “What’s wrong?”

          “I want you to know that…” he took in a breath, “I was serious about what I said to those girls.”

          “About…” she frowned, trying to process it. “About…?” She felt tears filling her eyes again. About being my father?

          “You’re… you’re like a daughter to me…” She couldn’t help herself. She burst into tears. Jellal was completely bewildered. “I… I’m sorry… I overstepped…” Wendy threw her arms around his middle, sobbing into his coat.

          “No!” she gasped, hugging him as tight as she could. “I’ve never had a dad and… If I were to choose one, you would be it.” Jellal crouched down pulling her tight into his embrace. She clutched his coat. Beside them someone else stood, resting her hand gently on Jellal’s shoulder.

          “Is everything alright?” Erza whispered. Wendy glanced up, grabbing Erza’s hand and pulling her down so she could hug them both.

          “I just love my family,” she sobbed. “I love you both so much.”

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Hey! Jealuc shippers! New fanficiton! 

Summary:

Jean overhears rumors saying that Diluc has returned to Mondstadt years after he suddenly left. She thinks she is ready to come face-to-face with her childhood friend, but will this be the perfect reunion she had hoped for?

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Brunita, yesterday I saw an Alf x Liza old headcannon and I miss my other babies... Do you have any really cute/fluffy ones? Maybe when they're kids and not together, like 6-7 y/o?

María!! Of course!! My gosh, I missed Alf x Liza SO MUCH. I decided to mix in some Kanej like that nonnie asked, because I miss them just as much :’)

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A/N: If you guys don’t know about my Six of Crows gen 2, Liza is Kanej’s daughter, and Alf is Wesper’s son! You can read more about those two here.

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it didn’t matter that he was a year older

she terrified him

not in the way that the kids at school frightened him, not at all

but in a way that made his heart catch in his throat

that made his chest ache 

especially now, as he watched her walk the rope that she’d tied between two thick oak trees, graceful as a bird

ever since they were little, Alf and Liza hadn’t missed a single weekend together

they were inseparable

Alf could remember being smaller and running around in Kaz and Inej’s farm, chasing her through wildflowers and trying not to trip on rocks

he could remember feeding the little ducklings at the pond with her

and saving a little bird that had fallen from his nest - how brave she’d been that day, to climb the tree and place the little one back

“You should be careful,” he tells her now, watching her and wincing with every step she took

she never fell

or he never saw her fall

at last, Liza jumps to the ground, landing like a cat

she smiles tauntingly, “One of these days, you have to stop worrying about every little thing.”

she has grass stains all over her dress

and leaves in her black, wild hair

“Let me have my worry,” he says back, crossing his arms

Liza pushes his blond hair away from his eyes and said, “You worry too much, Alf. One of these days you’re going to get a headache so bad you won’t be able to move. Or you’ll grow another brain so this one can rest,” she pokes the center of his forehead and laughs when he pushes her hand away

the summer afternoons are long and lazy, with them lying on the grass and bathing in the pond, catching frogs just to let them go again

now, she falls backwards, spreading her arms over the flowers

she says, staring up at the sky, “Papa is teaching me card tricks.”

Alf lies down next to her, breathing in the summer air. “Yeah?”

Liza rises on one elbow and looks at him, “I think I’m pretty good at it.”

“You should show me sometimes.”

“I wonder, though, where he learnt it,” she frowns. “Papa is really good at it.”

Alf looks at her. “Ask him.”

“I have,” she says. “But he always says he learned on his own. He never says anything else.”

“Maybe that’s all there is.”

“There’s always more to a story,” Liza murmurs, and lies back down

that makes him think

that’s what she told him once, one day after school, where she’d caught him crying after some kid made fun of him

called him Bastard

Alf didn’t even know what a bastard was supposed to be then - he’d just thought it to be a rude word you called people that you didn’t like

he’d learned over the years what the kid had meant

Alf didn’t have a mother - had never met her

his dads had told him the story - how his aunt Inej had rescued his mother in one of her travels, how she’s given birth to him on that boat, how she’d passed away right after

they’d wanted him to know, they said

they told him what his mother had told Inej that day - the day he was born

they told him of his father, a fjerdan on his way to return to his wife, only to be assassinated on the way to their house

that day, Alf had also learned what assassinated meant

thought his dads had put it gently, Alf had always been a smart kid

he read a lot

so he knew that mean people had done terrible things to his biological parents

he also knew that, if it hadn’t been for Inej, if it hadn’t been for his dads, he probably would never have found himself here - next to Liza, watching the skies, his hair still damp from swimming

Liza had told him, after he’d been angry at the kids for making fun of him, for calling him bastard, “There’s so much more to you than what they think you are.”

there’s so much more to a story

Alf guessed it was easy for her to stay that - she was brave, and unrelenting, and didn’t care what people thought

“”Are you okay?” She whispers to him now, worried, bringing him back to the present

“Yeah,” Alf says. “Just thinking.”

satisfied with that, Liza pats his knee. “I’m going to swim again.”

“I’ll be right there,” Alf murmurs

Liza runs to the pond, and flings herself in, dress and all, startling some ducks that lounged on the grass

Alf watches her, sighing quietly to himself

he never thinks about his biological parents much

his dads are all he ever knew

and they are his, entirely his, even if he isn’t blood

they are his family

as much as Kaz and Inej aer his family

as much as Nina and Matthias are his family

as much as Liza is, too

she calls for him and he waves at her, smiling, mouthing that he’ll be right there

he lies down in the sun for a couple more minutes, thinking

he pities the end his parents got

it unsettles him that there are still people out there that do terrible things to others

it unsettles him even more to know that there are children that will never have his luck

he closes his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away

and then he feels water drip into his face

hovering above him is Liza, smiling down at him

and squeezing the water out of her hair right on top of him

he groans, pushing himself away, “AH! Why would you do that?”

“You were falling asleep in the sun,” Liza laughs. “Look at you - you’re going to get red all over.”

“How friendly of you - to warn me with water on my face.”

she smiles, then takes his hand. “That duck’s been giving me the eye ever since we got here, let’s give him something to talk about to his stupid, snobby friends.”

“Don’t make fun of the duck,” he says, glad to be distracted. “Poor thing.”

Liza scoffs, then sits down at the edge of the pond, before diving down again

the duck flutters his wings and walks away

Alf laughs then, shaking his head, sitting down where she’d previously been, his legs on the water, his shorts wet

she surfaces, then rests a hand on his leg to keep her steady. “You’re not well today.”

she notices everything

that also terrifies him a bit

“I’m just thoughtful,” he splashes her gently. “Let me be.”

“I’ll never let you be,” she shows him her tongue, and he laughs. “Trying to get rid of me will only make me bother you more. What’s on your mind?”

Alf sighs softly, “I’ll tell you one day.”

Liza rolls her eyes. “Tell me tomorrow then. As good a day as any.”

he smiles, watching her swim, opening his mouth to retort-

“LIZA, ALF.”

Alf turns as his uncle limps his way to the porch

“Come back home, dinner is almost ready.”

“We’re coming, uncle Kaz.”

Liza waves, grinning, and Kaz gives her a smile, gesturing with his head for her to come home. “Get yourselves dry, then come eat.”

Liza gives Alf a secret win. “I’ll find out how he knows all those tricks.”

Alf grins. “I suppose you want my help.”

In the kitchen, Inej secretely watches through the window

Kaz comes around, wrapping his arms around Inej from behind her

“Did you see it?” She whispers to him, as Kaz nuzzles his face on her neck

Kaz grins. “She’s good. She’s like you.”

Inej turns to him, biting her lip as if to keep her smile to herself. “Can you believe I taught her that dismount once?”

“I can,” Kaz nods. “She’s your daughter, of course she’s good at it.”

Inej smiles. “She’s her father’s daughter, too. I know you’ve been teaching her tricks.”

Kaz’s chuckle is hoarse and raspy. He says, “She’s too good. I used to go mad with rage because I had to repeat the motions time and time again, but she...picked it up the first time.”

Inej rests her forehead against his chest, smiling to herself

Kaz holds her, kissing the top of Inej’s head. “Eight years ago, I was petrified that I would taint her;” he murmurs, as if he’s speaking to himself. “I thought that, somehow, some of that... darkness would be born in her, too.” Kaz looks out the window thoughtfully, watching as his daughter dances around in the sun. “But she’s the sun.”

Inej looks at him, then touches his cheek. “What darkness?”

“I-”

“What darkness?” She whispers, pulling him down for a kiss

Kaz breathes against her, leaving his cane on the side, his hands touching the counter behind Inej

she pulls back with a smile, then kisses the tip of his nose. “That is lives’ away. Think only of light, Kaz. That is our life now.”

he nods, speechless, his brow touching hers

the garden door opens, and Liza stands there, making a face, Alf on her heels. “Gross,” she tells them both, before making her way to the table

Inej pats Kaz’s chest, laughing softly to herself

they share a look, but say nothing as they depart, and join the children at the table.

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genshin impact | T | 1967 childe/lumine | established relationship [ao3]

Childe and Lumine remember their first kiss very, very differently.

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“We’ll go in the summer,” Childe had promised, and she had honestly believed that with all her heart. Remembered her adventures in the Golden Heart Archipelago with Klee and Jean and imagined all golden shores and blue skies and wide, open oceans. She was ready for that.

She was not ready for the bulky winter wear. She was not ready for the temperature that was like large hydro and cryo slimes all over her body, freezing her until there’s not much left to be frozen again.

(This is where she starts to doubt Childe’s rose-colored glasses.)

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