#doctor

[nekoboydreams]

Most Popular Questions:

I decided to make a post with some of the questions I get the most. Some have already been answered, but in this post it’ll be easier to find, right?

About their height: I have a small chart I use when making the sprites. They’re in the same order as the bad ending:

You also ask A LOT about the size of… their body parts haha As you know, they’re not human, so yes, those parts are bigger too, and each one has a different design. I PLAN to draw this, but only after the update is released. After all, I haven’t revealed Jester and Doctor’s designs yet, so I’ll rank them from largest to smallest, okay? 🍆 Size Rank: Doctor Pierrot Jester Harlequin Ticket Taker

👅 Size Rank: Pierrot Jester Harlequin Ticket Taker Doctor

Physical Strength Rank: (I know I haven’t introduced their abilities yet, but this ranking is just for raw strength)

Pierrot Harlequin/Jester (Whoever has the advantage wins) Doctor Ticket Taker

(If you remember Harlequin’s story, this info is just a slight “what if” context Just teasing you with this~ don’t think too hard about it)

About the game:

When will the update be released? I really wanted to release it this month (since it’s my month /o/), but I can’t give a date yet. There’s about 20% left to finish coding (around 25 dialogue pages remaining).

Once I finish coding with the sprites, I’ll move on to music and sound effects. That’s when I’ll be able to estimate a date, and I’ll let you know when I get there.

About translations: The update will include: English, Portuguese, and Chinese.

Someone volunteered to translate into Russian, and another person into Spanish. I haven’t been able to properly talk with them about these translations yet (since I haven’t coded all the dialogue), so keep in mind those languages are a possibility, but please be patient.

How many days will the game have? Haha! That’s a tricky question. See, the second day of the update is huge, and it just goes deeper into the story while introducing the rest of the cast. So there will definitely be a “day 3,” though I’m not sure how far beyond that it will go.

Will the whole cast have a romance route? I have a lot of endings planned, and making the other characters romance options is a possibility. I really like the idea, but I can’t promise anything. Do I want to do it? Yes! Will it be possible? I’ll have to test it in the script after finishing day 2, so I just need a bit more time before I can be certain.

[akr-s]

"𝓥𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓸𝓻..."

[rudrouh]

Help poor Doctor. He can't choose between these!

[crosshajr]

NO GOING BACK.

in which you notice jack has taken off his wedding ring.

fluff! bf! jack, night shift! reader. reader and jack are in a relationship already. jack being ready to fully show his commitment towards you.

it’s not something you notice right away.

the night is busy—too many patients, too many charts, ellis calling your name from across the station while you try to finish notes and sip a coffee that’s already gone cold. everything blends into the usual rhythm of the hospital.

until it doesn’t.

jack is standing beside you, close enough that your shoulders almost brush as he scans a chart. you glance at him without thinking—and that’s when you see it.

his hand.

bare.

you blink, like maybe you imagined it. but when he reaches for a pen, it’s still there—no ring, no familiar black metal you’ve gotten so used to seeing. it was never an issue jack wearing it, you understood why he still did. but still your chest tightens, not entirely sure why.

“jack,” you say quietly.

he hums, distracted. “yeah sweetie?”

“your ring…”

that gets his attention.

he pauses, just slightly, before looking at you. really looking this time, like he knows exactly what you’re asking without you having to finish the sentence.

“oh,” he says softly.

there’s something in his expression—steady, but careful.

you don’t push right away. “did you… forget it?” you ask, even though that doesn’t sound right. he’s not the type to forget something like that.

“no,” he answers.

just that. no.

you nod slowly, but your thoughts are already running ahead of you. “okay.”

it’s quiet for a second too long.

“you’re wondering why,” he adds.

you let out a small breath, offering a half-shrug. “i mean… yeah. a little.”

he studies you for a moment, like he’s deciding how to say it. then, without a word, he gently takes your hand.“come on,” he murmurs.

he leads you down the hallway, away from the noise and movement, into an empty consult room. the door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly everything feels a little more still. more private.

more real.

you turn to face him. “you didn’t have to—”

“i wanted to,” he says, cutting you off gently.

you search his face. “jack…”

he exhales, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall again—bare, unguarded. “i’ve been thinking about it for a while,” he admits. “long before you asked anything.”

“i didn’t ask,” you say quietly.

“i know.” his gaze softens. “that’s kind of the point.”

there’s no pressure in your expression, no expectation—just concern. and somehow, that made it harder to ignore.

“i kept it on because… it felt like the right thing to do,” he continues. “respect. habit. maybe a little bit of not knowing how to let go.”

your chest aches a little at that.

“but that’s not where i am anymore,” he says, voice steady now. “not really.”

you swallow. “and taking it off… that means you are?”

“it means i’m ready to be honest about where i am,” he says. “with myself. with you.”

your eyes flick back to his hand again, then up to his face. “because of me?”

“not just because of you,” he corrects gently. “but you’re a big part of it.”

something warm and fragile settles in your chest.

“i didn’t want you to feel like you were… second to something i’m still holding onto,” he adds. “because you’re not.”

your breath catches slightly.

“you deserve more than that,” he says, quieter now.

for a moment, you don’t know what to say. so you step closer instead.

“you didn’t have to prove anything to me,” you tell him softly. “i never thought i was—”

“i know,” he says again. “but i needed to prove it to myself.”

that lands differently.

more certain. more grounded. your fingers brush against his, lingering where the ring used to sit. it feels strange, but not wrong.

just… new.

“are you sure?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “about this? about… us?”

his answer isn’t immediate—but it’s not hesitant either.

it’s deliberate.

“yes.”

the way he says it makes your chest tighten in the best way. “i wouldn’t be doing this if i wasn’t,” he adds, lifting his hand slightly, like it speaks for itself.

you smile a little, something soft and almost shy. “okay.”

“okay?” he echoes, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“yeah,” you murmur. “okay.”

there’s a pause—one of those quiet, heavy moments where everything feels like it’s shifting into place.

and then his hand comes up to your face, fingers gentle against your cheek.

“come here,” he murmurs.

you don’t hesitate.

the kiss is soft at first—careful, like he’s still giving you time to pull away if you want to.

you don’t.

instead, you lean into it, your hand sliding up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm beneath your palm. he deepens the kiss just slightly, still slow, still warm—like he’s memorizing it.

like he’s choosing this.

choosing you.

when you finally pull back, your forehead rests against his, both of you a little breathless.

“that was…” you start.

“yeah,” he says softly.

you smile, eyes still closed for a second. “you’re really doing this.”

“i am.”

your fingers lace with his again, more certain this time.

“no going back?” you tease lightly.

he huffs a quiet laugh, brushing his thumb over your hand. “no going back.”

and the way he looks at you—steady, open, completely there—makes you believe him.

for the first time, it doesn’t feel complicated.

just… right.

[freakcircusofhorrors]

We barely have any lore about doctor

Please, I'll take whatever lore crumbs about this bird man you've got

Let's see what I can share about him...

He's one of the ones who sleeps the least

When he's really excited or daydreaming, he usually talks to that... doll in his tent; Harlequin always finds it fun to watch

Whenever he notices one of his companions looking tired or a little under the weather, he’s the first to step in and encourage them to rest.

He’s very skilled and precise at cutting meat, since he practically knows by heart where every bone is so he can avoid them or cut them properly The first circus performer he came across wasn't in very good condition, which made him move closer

I hope you like these! They’re pretty random

[sarych]

[luna-azzurra]

Tips for writing Hospital/medical scenes!!

Spent way too long researching this before posting lol. but please, if something's wrong, tell me. i'd rather be corrected than spread misinformation.

⋆˙⟡ Doctors don't run. Almost ever. Running in a hospital is a safety hazard, knocks into patients and equipment, and signals panic to everyone who sees it, which is the opposite of what hospital staff want to project. In a true code blue situation, there is urgency, but it looks more like extremely fast, purposeful walking and a kind of controlled chaos where everyone knows their role. The sprinting attending dramatically sliding to a bedside is a TV invention.

⋆˙⟡ "She flatlined" does not mean what you think it means. A flatline (a straight line on a heart monitor) means asystole: the heart has stopped producing electrical activity. You don't shock a flatline. CPR, yes. Epinephrine, yes. But the dramatic defibrillator moment everyone loves? That's for ventricular fibrillation, which looks like chaotic scribble on the monitor, not a flat line. Shocking a flatline in real life does nothing. Your doctor character would know this. Your nurse would know this. Your paramedic absolutely knows this.

⋆˙⟡ Medical professionals have a dark, dry humor and it's a coping mechanism, not a character flaw. People who work in high-stress, high-death environments often develop humor that sounds brutal to outsiders. BUT It's not callousness, it's a pressure valve.

⋆˙⟡ Hospitals are obscenely loud and smell very specific. Writers default to clinical silence and "the sharp smell of antiseptic." Real hospitals smell like a combination of cleaning fluid, stale air, cafeteria food leaking through vents, and occasionally something you don't want to identify. They're also constantly noisy. Intercoms, rolling carts, the beep of a dozen different monitors all slightly out of sync with each other, people talking too loudly, visitors crying in hallways. The silence only comes in very specific moments, and it's jarring precisely because it's unusual.

⋆˙⟡ Waking up from a coma is not waking up from a nap. Someone who has been unconscious for more than a day or two will have profound muscle weakness, and they often can't hold their own head up. They'll be confused, possibly for days. They won't be able to speak normally if they had a breathing tube, because their throat will be raw and damaged. They won't recognize people immediately and then have a tearful reunion five minutes later. The brain coming back online is slow, strange, and disorienting in ways that aren't photogenic. Patients frequently don't remember the first several days of recovery at all.

⋆˙⟡ There's a specific hierarchy and it matters to the people inside it. Attending physician, fellow, resident, intern, these are not interchangeable words for "doctor." An intern on their third week is legally a doctor and can barely order a sandwich without second-guessing themselves. An attending has full clinical responsibility and has seen everything. A fellow is post-residency, specializing, somewhere in between. Nurses operate in their own parallel hierarchy that intersects with but is absolutely not subordinate to doctors in the way TV suggests. Experienced nurses regularly catch errors that residents make, and both parties know it.

⋆˙⟡ Patients are almost never alone in their room doing emotional things. Nurses check vitals. Phlebotomists come for blood draws at ungodly hours. Housekeeping rolls in. A different doctor than the one managing the case comes to consult. Meals appear. An orderly needs to take them to imaging. The room itself is rarely private for long. The idea of a character lying in a hospital bed having a long, uninterrupted emotional conversation is something that mostly happens in fiction. In reality, someone knocks and enters approximately every 40 minutes, sometimes more.

⋆˙⟡ Paperwork and insurance are a constant, grinding presence. Discharge doesn't happen because the patient is better. It happens when it's approved, when a bed is needed, when insurance says so. Patients are sometimes sent home earlier than feels safe because the system demands it. Doctors spend an enormous, demoralizing amount of time on documentation, estimates suggest 2 hours of paperwork for every hour of patient care. The administrative weight of hospital medicine is a slow-burn horror that almost no fiction touches, which means the moment you do, it feels startlingly real.

⋆˙⟡ Prognosis conversations are never one clean scene. When a doctor tells a family that someone is dying, there isn't a single moment of devastation and then forward motion. People mishear. They ask the same question rephrased five different ways hoping for a different answer. They argue with the information. Someone pulls out their phone to Google the diagnosis. Someone else goes completely silent and leaves the room. A week later, one family member still believes recovery is possible and another has accepted the death entirely, and they haven't been able to talk about it. Information lands at different speeds for different people and the gap between them is its own source of suffering.