an apple a day

independent & selective oc from hbo's 'the pitt' written by danni

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#CODEBLUED an independent & selective original character DR SYLVIE MONROE based on hbo's 'the pitt'

penned by danni (30, she/her, uk), established may 2026

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⋆☀︎. county fair scenarios

feel free to combine prompts! add ' reverse ' to switch roles!

[ FERRIS WHEEL ] for my muse to join yours on the ferris wheel

[ COTTON CANDY ] for my muse to buy your muse cotton candy

[ PRIZE ] for my muse to win your muse a prize at a game

[ HAY BALE ] for our muses to sit together on a hay bale

[ FUNHOUSE ] for my muse to find yours lost in the funhouse

[ SNOW CONE ] for my muse to accidentally drop their snow cone

[ PAINT ] for our muses to get their faces painted together

[ RING TOSS ] for my muse to show off (or fail miserably) at ring toss

[ DANCE ] for my muse to ask your muse to dance to a local folk band

[ TICKET ] for my muse to give your muse one of their tickets

[ SNEAK AWAY ] for our muses to ditch the crowd and find a quiet spot away from everyone else

[ RAFFLE ] for my muse to win a raffle for something your muse wants

[ BALLOON ] for my muse to buy your muse a balloon

[ ROLLER COASTER ] for our muses to end up sitting next to each other on the roller coaster

[ PHOTO BOOTH ] for my muse to ask yours to take photos with them

[ TILT-A-WHIRL ] for our muses to ride the tilt-a-whirl together

[ CARAMEL APPLE ] for my muse to let your muse have a bite of their caramel apple

[ STAGE ] for our muses to get pulled up onto the stage during a show

[ SPILL ] for my muse to spill their drink all over yours

[ FUNNEL CAKE ] for our muses to share a funnel cake

[ DUNK TANK ] for my muse to end up in the dunk tank while yours throws the ball

[ KISSING BOOTH ] for my muse to be manning the kissing booth

[ KETTLE CORN ] for my muse to share their bag of kettlecorn with yours

[ PETTING ZOO ] for our muses to spend some time in the petting zoo

[ TUNNEL OF LOVE ] for our muses to end up on the tunnel of love together

[ FORTUNE ] for our muses to get their fortunes told together

[ BOOTH ] for our muses to man a booth together

[ HORSE RIDE ] for our muses to go on a horse ride together

[ LOST ] for our muses to get lost in the crowd together

[ LANTERNS ] for our muses to release lanterns into the night sky together

[ FIREWORKS ] for our muses to watch the night's fireworks together

[animusrox]

#10Things w/ Cailee Spaeny

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I'm here and I'm doing drafts!!

Feel free to come chat about stuff - If you'd like to plot with Sylvie or you want me to send you some memes, I'm around

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❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

Post-shift caffeination tended to happen upon Sylvie more often than her seeking out the experience, the adrenaline of the day still racing through her veins as she paced back and forth along the gravelled park path, Bennett her evening audience. It was moments like this when her mouth ran faster than her brain, sparking ideas that daytime Sylvie could never dream of.

"I'm going to become one of those people with an after-work hobby. Maybe I'll start playing sports or-or boxing." Pause. "Or... beekeeping?" No. "No, boxing. Definitely."

"That is the worst idea I think I've ever heard."

She stopped, laughing as she turned to face the other. "No, its a great idea," she countered, hands curling into fists as she punched the air in front of him. "What, are you scared you'll be the punching bag?"

[equallibrium]

"We can follow up with them, that's fine," Frank said, shaking his head sharply, "But that's not what this is about, and you know that!" God, doctors really were the worst to treat. They knew the systems too well, weren't overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. "You got hurt on shift, that makes it our obligation to take care of you. You're a patient now, but the quicker you let us help, the quicker we can get you discharged."

He folded his arms over his chest, raising his eyebrows at her, pointedly now. "I can wait for as long as this takes but trust me, you need a neuro, you need a CT at the minimum. You know as well as I do that you don't mess around with head injuries."

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He was right and she knew it, reluctant defeat clouding Sylvie's expression as she glanced back down at her stained fingers. If she walked into room twenty with an open wound on her head, the patient's discomfort would come second to the obvious health code violations being broken.

"Fine, but can you get someone to take Mr Dreyfuss if I'm out of commission?" It all sounded like way too much hassle, but she knew if the roles were reversed then she would be saying the exact same things as Langdon - Verbatim. Especially since her head was starting to pound inside her skull. "And can you just... not tell anyone about this? Please."

[pittheretic]

evvie rubs at her eyes, pushing her glasses up briefly as she does so before the drop back onto her nose. this day was never ending, or at least it seemed that way. she's getting really tired of trying to keep it all together but that was the life of an attending. she has to keep it together so the rest of them have chances to freak out and let their exhaustion show.

"i mean really the only plan i had was going home to bed but i should probably eat something." though she doesn't need human food, she still needs to fit in. "and i think after so many hours stuck in here i could use the fresh air." she nods, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

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Ever since Sylvie had found out about Evvie's biology, there was a part of her that feared the other woman would regret her knowing. Maybe that was part of the reason she asked for her company, eager to either put the anxieties to rest or know that they were real -- Either was better than constantly wondering if your boss liked you.

"Yeah, it won't be a late one. I'm back here bright and early tomorrow." A grin was sent across to Evvie, exhaustion creeping in between the lines. Sleep was a rarity these days. "And today has been... a day, so I can't say I'm excited about it."

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🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

headcanon questions

One thing that cuts through Sylvie's self-doubt and rears absolute rage is the sight of someone being hurt by those that should love them. As a doctor, she sees her fair share of adults and children alike who have the telltale signs of abuse, and her panic in the situation manages to disguise itself. However, when faced with the person committing such acts, it takes all of her strength to remain composed enough to help the victims.

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🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

headcanon questions

If you were to ask her, Sylvie's immediate answer would be her little sister. At fourteen, Hallie Monroe is already the coolest person she knows but still somehow looks up to Sylvie the same as when she was a toddler. She doesn't want her parents instilling the same ideas into Hallie's head that they tried to do with Sylvie, that all she needs to focus on is being pretty. Sylvie lives her life proving to her sister that she can achieve anything she wants, and would hate to do anything that would disappoint the golden image Hallie has of her.

In close second place would be any seniority figure in her place of work, especially Robby. Although she wouldn't admit it as easily, she craves his approval desperately.

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🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

headcanon questions

Her first year as an undergraduate, Sylvie found herself staring at a little plus sign on a stick in the bathroom, terrified at the prospect of raising a baby at eighteen. She still lived in a dorm, had barely even started her medical degree, and was in her first real relationship with a guy who treated her like shit on his shoes. After sleepless nights and countless panic attacks, she made the decision to choose the future she'd planned, making an appointment to terminate the pregnancy.

What if she had chosen differently? She would have had to move back in with her parents, put her career on hold, try to figure out coparenting between Arizona and Pennsylvania. There is not one regret in what she chose, just fleeting wondering of where she would be if she hadn't chosen herself.

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🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

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At five years old, Sylvie's aunt and uncle decided to take her ice-skating along with her brother and their cousins. Having never skated before, her uncle held her hand around the rink until she had gotten used to the feeling of the ice beneath her feet, catching her balance whenever she slipped. Already she could tell that she loved this new skill, desperate to dance around the ice like some of the other girls on the rink.

When her cousin fell down and began to cry, her aunt and uncle's attention left her, and Sylvie decided to impress them all by skating out by herself. One foot in front of the other, she seemed to glide for a brief few seconds before her feet gave way, sending her thudding to the ground.

With her left wrist broken in two places, Sylvie immediately had to be bundled into the car and taken to the hospital for the first time since she was a baby. Despite the comfort of her aunt and the nurses, she has never stepped foot on the ice since.

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☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

headcanon questions

For her tenth birthday, Sylvie's parents took her to Disneyland for the weekend. For the first time in her life, she was the centre of their attention from the moment they woke up until the moment they went to sleep, her brother staying with an aunt and uncle while they were away. Whenever she pushed down her anxieties and braved a rollercoaster, her father would call her 'fearless'. When she had a princess makeover and twirled around in her Cinderella dress, her mother called her 'mini-me'.

The happiest moment of the trip, however, was the first night they arrived. After skipping around the park and watching the fireworks, they went back to the hotel with arms full of junk food. Setting out their feast on the bed, the three of them put on Sylvie's favourite movie and chatted until she fell asleep on her father's lap. Since that day, Sylvie cannot remember a time that she was alone with her parents without coming away feeling like the smallest person in the world.

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Beef - 2.01 | All the Things We’re Never Going to Have

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"This really matters to you, huh?" (Physiiciian)

NOW YOU SEE IT (2005): STARTERS

Three hours since the supposed end of her shift and Sylvie was still on her feet, head pounding and legs shaking with the effort of not slumping where she stood. Days like this tended to bring out a particular side of her: The side that couldn't let go. Because when certain patients walked through those doors, it was difficult to put up those walls that everybody said were so vital to the medical field.

The patient in question today was only nine years old, sweet and scared and begging to go home. How was Sylvie supposed to walk away, knowing that the girl would ask for her once she was gone? No, she had stayed until the discharge had been approved, exhaustion clouding her features as she let herself sit for the first time all evening.

This really matters to you. Sometimes she wished it didn't.

"Is it not supposed to?"

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[hesjustcarter]

"Yeah?" Something in Carter tensed at the admission, all too aware how mere years ago, clubbing would have seemed fun to him. "What did you picture for the night then? In my experience, bars tend to lead to only a handful of outcomes, and very few of those bode well for the straight and narrow."

While he avoided Sylvie's eyes, he sensed her out of his peripheral, hovering while she waited for her drink. "It probably doesn't help for me to tell you not to beat yourself up about it, right? I'd be a real hypocrite if I did. But... I mean, we're only human."

"You're right," he murmured. "It doesn't help...but thanks all the same."

Maybe "being human" was the problem. Carter always had larger than life expectations for himself, and he became frustrated and depressed whenever his lofty goals didn't pan out.

Sylvie finally returned his lukewarm pleasantries, and then she left, and that was that. He hated the strange emptiness that immediately followed her departure. While entertaining her casual conversation, it had been rather easy to pretend all was well, and that he had a modicum of a normal life, but with the young doctor returning to her table, to her friends, the stark reminder of everything he didn't have came launching up at his heart and snapped its hungry jaws.

With a shaky finger, Carter signaled to the bartender for another Manhattan.

--

Drinking alone had its advantages. Unfortunately for Carter, he wasn't about to experience any of those. Sylvie popped up at his side again, earnest and soft as she asked to join him.

For whatever reason, he found himself incapable of speech. Glancing up at her in wall-eyed silence, his brow creased while he watched her park herself on the adjacent bar stool, her body facing the front as she settled in.

"Mind?" he echoed. "Yes. I-I mean...no." Not that he had much choice. "Looks like you've already made yourself at home, so I'd be kind of a dick if I told you to pound sand."

Idly pushing his half-empty drink back and forth between his hands, Carter glanced her way, cautious. "Was this place even your first choice? Ah...Pittsburgh, not this bar. Seems a little rough around the edges for you."

Sylvie struck him as naive and sweet, and her attractiveness likely lent her the pick of whatever calling she wanted. Even though he, himself, had practiced in a rough urban area, she seemed better-suited for the ER cases that involved careless housewives cutting themselves preparing dinner, or some curious gentleman getting a flashlight stuck up his anal cavity.

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Whatever had possessed her to come over and sit with Carter despite their clear goodbye was tinged with an elevated unease - An anxiety, perhaps. Embarrassment is likely what it could have been if the edges hadn't been softened by the three drinks she'd consumed in the past couple of hours.

"If you want me to go, I'll go." Her gaze finally found him for a moment, lips curved into a small smile to show that her words were genuine. There was no use sticking around if she wasn't truly wanted. "But I know if I were in your shoes, I'd like to have a friend with me."

The question caught her off guard, taking a moment to consider it - Nobody had asked her that before and Sylvie wasn't entirely sure she knew the answer herself. "I don't think I had a first choice. I just wanted to get as far from home as possible," came her explanation, before she then clarified: "Phoenix. So here seemed as good a place as any, and UPenn has a great med school, so..."

So it seemed like divine fate when she'd received her acceptance letter in the mail, the promise of a world away from her family name so sweet that it took all her might not to board the plane that very instant.

"What about you?" she asked back, angling herself more towards Carter now that the silence had disapated. "You're from Chicago, right?"

[pmtcrn]

she glanced down at the papers as sylvie handed them over, already scanning the handwriting before looking back up at her. "seriously, no problem," she said easily. "i actually really enjoy working with the spanish-speaking patients." the relief on sylvie's face was enough to make her smile. "and i haven't seen my grandma in years, so you're actually doing me a favor. i can get my latina grandmother fix." the brunette chuckled softly before motioning for the other to lead the way.

andrea had seen plenty of providers get frustrated when communication became difficult. the fact that sylvie seemed more concerned about the patient being comfortable than about the inconvenience itself earned points in her book. "buenas tardes, good afternoon," she greeted gently as they entered the room. "me llamo andrea, soy una de las enfermeras my name's andrea, i'm one of the nurses. solo queríamos asegurarnos de entender bien sus síntomas y tener una idea clara de por qué vino hoy, así que vine para ayudar con la traducción. we just wanted to make sure we understood your symptoms and had a clear picture as to why you're here today, so i came to help with translating."

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Perhaps her new resolution should be to learn a base level of Spanish, having seen a few Spanish speaking patients come through the doors in the short time since she'd been here. It wouldn't do any harm -- Her conversant French rarely got so much use these days and she could probably use it to boost her skills in another language.

Leading Andrea back into the room, they were both greeted by the warm smile of Mrs Herrera, an expectant gaze upon the elderly woman's face. "All right, Mrs Herrera," Sylvie started. "I've brought Andrea to help out."

As soon as Andrea began talking, the other woman's relief was evident, her own words rapidly tumbling from her lips in a way that they could not with Sylvie. She could make out certain words but nothing solid enough to form a diagnosis, glancing towards Andrea with a questioning expression.