Long time lurker, on and off contributor to the resus community. Most likely will focus on writing and reblogging stuff I like. Also bashing AI "art" if you use image generators or chatgpt writes for you I don't like you.
He/Him. My work will likely waffle back and forth between M/F, M/M, F/F, and probably putting my fandom blorbos into cardiac arrest.
Not looking to meet up or for RP with randos (if we’re friends maybe)
Focusing on dark cardiophilia and resus, super not into underage characters or actual resus so please keep it to yourself. Also not looking to trade videos, if you can afford to support creators you should.
See you guys around 🫡
Stories I’ve written under the cut
My writing for your perusal ya filthy animal
Weightless (M/M suffocation+ resus) 🛰️
Yui and Cohl are exploring an abandoned space station when Yui’s suit has an oxygen malfunction. Cohl has to resuscitate him in zero g.
Without (M/M hypothermia+extended resus)
Cohl has been stuck in freezing water for over half an hour before Yui finds him, and fights against nature, common sense, and the computer's own systems to bring him back.
Vampire’s Kiss (F/F NSFW resus) 🧛♀️
Catarina and Angelique play a game- the vampire stops her heart and has her way with her while bringing her back.
Vampire’s Gift (F/M NSFW resus 🎁 )
Angelique grabs an unsuspecting human to let Catarina play with and be the hero for once, resuscitating a perfumer who’s caught her eye.
Brush With An Angel (F/F drowning+hip lift rescue breathing+resus+victim POV) 🧛🏊
Catarina has grown tired of life and decided to try and end it all. Instead she gets brought back by a mysterious bystander who shows her something that might be worth living for. (Prequel)
Heart of the Forge (M/M stething+seizure+resus) 🚂
The world is unsafe everywhere but the train the Pennydurren, and it’s up to Adam to keep it running. As a Forge, his heart powers the train, and Tav, his Keeper, makes sure his heart stays in order. But when an uprising threatens Adam’s life and the entirety of the train, Tav has to save him and everyone else onboard.
The Ghoul and the Lone Wanderer (F/M aspirating+resus) 🧟♂️
Cooper’s bounty has too much to drink during her spiral after leaving the Vault- he has to get her breathing again, and maybe reignite his own wounded heart in the process.
Dyonisia is sworn to protect Princess Euphemia. But when she takes a tumble into a freezing river, it's the good hearted Princess who has to save her.
Bite Back (F/M zombie bite+seizure+resus) 🧠🧟
Elijah is an EMT during a zombie outbreak, trying to keep his girlfriend Luffy alive. Or at least stop her from staying undead. When she ends up infecting him as well, his partner Jonas is running against the clock to save them both.
Androids and Electric Sheep (F/M NSFW+stething+resus+NSFW resus) 🤖🫀
Ren is a "comfort" android, coming in for a routine checkup and to get help for the unusual bug she's experiencing- whenever a client finishes inside her, her aether pump goes haywire. The only way to test this theory is, well... testing it.
A Warlord's Duty 🧌🫄🏻 (F/M/M+pregnancy+resus)
Splitter's newest captive is a pregnant elf with a bad heart. When she goes into cardiac arrest, it's up to the warlord and the slave's mate to save her and her child both.
A Warlord’s Warmth (F/M/M+pregnancy+bradycardia+NSFW+lactation)
Cira’s heart is beating too slowly due to the winter weather. Splitter and Zulin have to keep it beating, and maybe find ways to keep them all warm…
A Warlord's Honor (F/M/M+poisoning+resus+inter cardiac massage)
Splitter's clan says the fight is fair, even in the event of a poisoning. Zulin and Cira disagree, and will go to any length to save the orc they've come to care about.
A Warlord's Heart (M/M/F+noncon+resus)
Splitter's clan finds Zulin in the forest. Agonem finds them, almost too late to save the man he's come to adore.
Some very old and near and dear to my heart OCs, the first ones I wrote indulgent drowning rescues about as a teen, maybe some day I’ll write a proper story with them
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What's on there right now?
At the moment there is almost everything that used to be available on Gumroad. There are censored/uncensored versions of comics, like Lake Calehad, and illustration collections, like Meditation Gone Wrong. The page is still pretty new but will be added to regularly.
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For those who have missed it, a tourist in Hawaii decided it would be fun to chuck a rock (a BIG rock) at a monk seal. He missed, but he was captured on video, and when told it was illegal to interfere with them, said "I'm rich, I can pay the fine."
Is the best part that he got doxxed? No.
Is the best part that he got tracked down by a local and beaten? No.
Arrested on state at federal charges, looking at up to 5 years and 50K? Nope.
The best part is the local city council's reaction.
And the best part of that is the look on the attorney's face.
After the incident, another video went viral showing what appeared to be that man getting a beating. The Maui Police Department said they had no record of any reports of disorderly conduct or assault related to the monk seal incident.
Back on my "lingual/tongue pulse oximeter clip" and "stuff your resusees mouth" bullshit cause it's hot 🤒😩🤤
There's something so hot about placing a pulse ox clip on the tongue that just does something for me. placing it is so intimate, Another reason to get your hands in someones mouth. The mouth is one of my favorite areas of focus in resus, So maybe that's part of it. Their tongue is cold and limp and showing signs of distress related to cardiac struggles and hypoxia. The wire is hanging down. Both the clip and the wire nearly get in the way, but in a way that gives me butterflies. I'm a "give me all the gear" type of person. So it's perfect. Mouth-to-mouth and clearing the airway get's a tad more complicated. There's a new aspect of movement to compressions: the bobbing of their tongue and the clip against their lip, the wire bouncing and pulling as their body rocks. And even a new essence of desperation, it's so unorthodox, maybe it's the only thing you have, And you have to make it work? Or perhaps excitement? A new toy? A well-loved one that still gives you a thrill?
And picture a pretty limp mouth, slackened and pulled wide open, soft, greying lips forced to curl around the intrusions. There's an endotracheal tube jammed down their pretty throat, snagging to one side where the ambu bag or the vent tube is lying, pulling at the corner of their lips, tied tightly in place with gauze or held with tape. Or maybe there's a tube holder around it? Maybe a bit of both, the gauze and tape came first, and no one bothered to pull it away when the holder came. It doesn't matter what, it's not going anywhere. Then there's an oral airway jammed next to it. It'd first been used to try and hold the resusee over until you could get an airway in them, and now it's being used as an impromptu bite block and guide for the suction catheter. It's also guaze tied in place, not going anywhere. And the cherry on top? a slack, hypoxia-tinged tongue hanging out of their mouth, pulled by the weight and gravity of the plastic bit clipped to it, glowing a faint red as it tries to track the satuarion of oxygen in the poor things blood. To track a pulse.
And the process is the best part. Your resusee still beneath your efforts. Hands, maybe gloved, lacking friction in the slickness, reaching into their cold mouth with urgent speed and precision, your intrusion is rough, not as gentle as it could be, taking hold of their tongue just long enough to clip it and leaving it hanging from their lips, drool and spittle flecking down their lip and chin. Their tongue is varying shades of unwell, from a dull grey to a chilling blue to a haunting purple. The oximeter monitor reads nothing, just little dashes where numbers should be, no pulse, no saturation detected.
And then the tubes, all in quick succession. Jamming the oral airway in just long enough to puff a few breaths into their stubborn lungs, so they don't drift too far away. And then it makes for a good guide for the endotracheal tube, alongside the scope that clashes against it in your rush to slide it along their stretched tongue. Then the ET tube follows, woven past the airway and the wire, clip scraping against it, with as much grace and brutality as the rest of it all, until it's slipped into place, cuff inflated. It's displacing the clip ever so slightly, pushing the tongue further out of their mouth. Gauze and tape wrap around it. Tied and stuck down messily. A holder slid in place eventually, when your work becomes too much for anything else to handle.
And when their weak heart starts to beat once more, and they sputter back to life, they're choking on your work.
there's something so hot about those last few minutes when the team is considering calling time on a resusee. when the victim has been down for a half hour with no change, maybe not even their first arrest, no reaction to any interventions.
they're intubated and vented and on the LUCAS. still in the chaotic wreck of a trauma bay. life suspended without a flurry of hands. there is nothing else that can be done. all else has been tried.
the team of doctors and nurses and medical staff have al but given up. still holding out hope, but part of them knows it is hopeless. they stand a pace away from the body on the table. waiting. watching the monitor. watching as the only activity is the violent beating of the LUCAS on the poor patient's heart.
the patients chest caves in, ribs shattered and sternum cracked under dozens of rounds of compressions from hands and the LUCAS alike. the piston is relentless. beating in the patients poor sternum to pump the heart. their belly bulges with each one, violently slow, even in the most toned of patients, just because of how forceful the compressions are on such a slack body.
their eyes are staring at nothing. all the light has left. their mouth is held open by tubes and airways and gauze ties. their throat pulses with agonal gasps and gags and spasms, that and the harsh pulsing of the LUCAS. their chest shifts with each breath given.
they're shirtless. abandoned on the gurney. chest, bruised and broken, on display. perhaps glossy from conductive jelly. or maybe AED pads cling uselessly to the lifeless chest.
their arms strewn out and hanging with IV lines from when efforts were still being made, when there were efforts that could be made. there's fluids hanging to one. a syringe of epi still connected to another, about to fall from the bed and hang from the hub line.
there's a sheet over their legs, it's soiled with urine, as a catheter was first an afterthought, and now placing one feels like one last insult to the patient's dignity. hours of resuscitative work, from this code and the codes prior, have kept their struggling kidneys producing fluids that the bladder has failed to retain during the ins and outs of their weak heartbeat.
their skin has lost all warmth. it's greying and cold. their lips are a shade ranging from crimson purple to nearly white, depending on their prior complexion. their eyes have sunken in. there is no life to be found in their face.
and yet still. the LUCAS pumps pumps and pumps away. the ventilator hissssss. click. hissssss. clicks over and over. the two in tandem.
the doctor eyes the clock. one more minute. then his watch. just one more, they can do it. a nurse looks back.
it goes on and on.
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