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[mushrooms-x-moss]

WIP Wednesday | Dr. Volkarin's (Positively Dreadful) Night Out

TYSM for the tags @kogarashi-art @sorcerousadventurer @pixiedurango @jenn2d2 & @redaresss! Y'all are cookin' up some juicy fics and beautiful art, thank you so much for giving us a peek! 💕

I've had a lot of fun working on this one for @sunny374940 & I's crazy Cowboy AU: Western!Emmrich has reluctantly teamed up with Ms. Ayla re: her Inigo Montoya-esque revenge quest against Venatori assholes everywhere.

You killed her mama. Prepare to die.

Their next scheme? Well, they're lookin' to pry some information outta this shady 'Bataris' fellow who just rolled into town. And, unfortunately, poor Doc is straight up not having a good time y'all. 🥲

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𐚁 Emmrich, very much cursing his past self for allowing that lovely madwoman to talk him into this

He ordered a glass of brandy at the bar simply for something to do, and tried to return Davrin's smile when he joked, "Go easy on that stuff Doc," knowing very well it would be the only beverage he would pour Emmrich for the rest of the evening.

…But when Ayla began making her way towards a blonde gentleman—whom he now presumed to be Bataris—he jokingly wondered if tonight might actually be an exception.

Emmrich couldn't bear to watch, but he found it impossible not to as Ayla sidled up to the rather menacing-looking man where he sat further down the bar. He sure had to hand it to the woman—she was truly a master of her craft. With a toss of her beautiful raven hair, a few laughs, and a strategically placed hand on his arm, it was ridiculous how quickly she had the villain wrapped around her finger.

And, unfortunately, something…stirred within Emmrich at the sight. Something angry. Grasping. Greedy. But for some reason he couldn't look away. And when Ayla sat down in Bataris' lap to give him a kiss on the cheek, and both of his hands possessively grabbed her waist and yanked her further into his clutches, Emmrich actually considered it quite lucky when the glass in his hand merely cracked instead of shattering into a thousand pieces.

He set it down gingerly onto the bar, offering Davrin embarrassed apologies alongside the coin to replace it, but the dear man simply clapped him on the back and gave him another.

"Told you to go easy on the stuff there, Doc," he teased with a wink.

He only half heard him, because now Ayla was whispering into the wretch's ear. Emmrich set down his new brandy glass lest he break it as well, and just in time, as the villain's hands had begun to wander towards Ayla's lovely backside. Which appeared to be where she drew the line, subtly twisting and squirming in an attempt to get out of his grasp, all the while murmuring admonishments in that seductive purr of hers.

"A little eager now, aren't you, sugar?" he heard her say, kissing the evil man on the cheek.

"With that ass? Not even the Maker could blame me." Bataris let out a barking laugh before turning his head to guide her lips to his.

And before he knew what he was doing, Emmrich suddenly found himself hurtling towards them.

"I think that's quite enough," he growled, shooting daggers towards the scoundrel who repeatedly continued to draw Ayla back down into a kiss. She turned to give Emmrich a pleading look, and mouthed 'I got this'. Clearly annoyed he was going off script.

Unfortunately, Emmrich couldn't really seem to find it in him to care.

"Who the fuck are you?" Bataris grumbled, giving him a menacing stare.

"That hardly signifies, since it's rather time we were leaving."

Ayla's glare was so icy, Emmrich was surprised he didn't catch a chill, and the man looked at her with a worrying expression on his face. "What the fuck? Is grandpa with you or something, baby?"

Emmrich couldn't quite believe his ears when she replied, "Yes, actually. He is."

Both his and Bataris' mouth fell open in surprise, and Ayla smirked, leaning in to whisper, "He likes to watch." She gave Emmrich a cheeky glance. "Don't you, sugar?"

'Trust me,' she mouthed.

Sweet Maker have mercy.

Emmrich's jaw stayed appallingly agape when Ayla grabbed Bataris by the collar to yank him up towards her face. So close their noses were touching.

"And call him that again, and you'll be doin' it without any teeth."

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[thaltro]

Some patients are less co-operating then others. Imma make some ship recommendation doodles after this,, im glad some of you guys like psych :)!

[androgynouschaosfury]

Did I plan to make a fanfic of the young Gallifrey AU @cartoonboingsfx made? No. Am I? Apparently.

Help.

It was supposed to be sweet.

Why has something happened???

Oh dear.

Clara and Me is there tho!

And also prob Cybermen.

Whoops? Look man I write up the incident report since I can't draw so

[shepscapades]

I’M STARTING TO THINK YOU GUYS ARE THE FREAKS!!!!

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

Make a choice!

Kemble's thinking about breaking out!

Would your oc:

Help/follow him

Try and reason with him

Brush him off as crazy (aka Sidney..)

Or is unable to in some way (mixed feelings)

Voting ended onSep 1, 2025

Let me know your oc's reactions if you'd like in the comments or reblogs! Your choice may impact the next story, who knows!

As always take care! ^ ^

[whatiswhump]

“How long did you leave this?” The doc asked incredulously, “Fixing this is going to be a lot more painful than the original cut. Debridement, two antibiotics to be safe… did you ever even clean it out to begin with?!”

Their patient kept their eyes down, hoping to disguise the obvious fever raging as well, “Thoughht a bandaid would doo-it.” They slurred.

The doc looked up again from their notes, eyebrows raised even higher, “Jesus Christ. That’s it. Get onto a bed or I swear I’ll have you restrained to one.”

[synthsays]

The Brown Estate

" Emmett L. Brown, last surviving member of the Brown family after the events of the fire."

[avampyone]

Prompt #18: Unexpected Meeting

Characters: Arazul De'fleur, Hemlocke, mention of Seiro.

Synopsis: Charged with helping the wounded, Arazul takes a much needed moment for himself and finds something hunting him in the dark.

Setting: Lochs, Battle of Ghimlyt Dark.

Warning - Blood

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Many long hours had passed with the sounds of explosions and battle cries could be heard in the distance. The skies were black but remained visible thanks to the many wildfires and search lights off in the distance. At the medical tent, many were already gathered to be seen and tend to all the simple wounds they could without the assistance of magic.

With sweat beading on his brow, Arazul disposed of his blood soaked gloves and took in a calming breath with the hopes to ease the pounding of his heart, “I.. need some air…” He murmured off deeply to one of the other physicians present but doubted the attendant had heard anything in her busy hustle.

A small spring trinkled down from a sparse forest nearby the tent that the doctor strode off to afford himself a few quiet moments alone. Thin fingers rose to rub firmly at his temple when the pounding of his heart fell to sync with a growing headache he sought to fight off.

Despite recovering from the coma, this panic was one of many symptoms that he tangled with in the aftermath of his condition, “No, not now…There’s still too much left to be done. This is different from before…” He whispered out loud, knowing well that self-talk helped to bring him out of this state from time to time.

Arazul’s long ears perked after a moment in alarm when the distraction came in the form of a shuddering bush off to the left of his current position. Something crouched in wait – attempting to hunt him. He cursed under his breath to have forgotten his sword back at the tent, but he wasn’t entirely without any weapon. Slowly, he reached inside the inner pocket of his jacket to retrieve a scalpel trying to keep as still as possible.

He heard the creature take a decisive step forward, beginning to make out the glow of glaring red eyes from the green coverage. With an inhuman snarl out, a quick movement tracked the heavy footfall of boots displacing red dirt underneath towards him to pounce right at him.

Luckily, the doctor was quicker and stronger than he was – He lifted his forearm in time to feel the maw press down upon and sharp canine teeth piercing easily through the cloth to flesh.

Gritting his teeth to bite back the conflicted feeling of pain and burning pleasure shooting up his arm, Arazul had dropped the scalpel from his hands in their tussle. He quickly retaliated with one well-placed blow of his curled fist to the middle of his attacker’s stomach that sent him stumbling back and ultimately flopping back onto the ground.

Detachedly, Arazul noted that he might have enjoyed being bitten with the way the burning venom sought to tantalize, but under these circumstances and from a man he didn’t know- “Unsanitary...” An unpleasant frown formed at the doctor’s purple tinged lips, unlikely not to go away any time soon. The doctor peered down at the young man whom he assumed to be another one of the empire’s experiments gone wrong.

He hummed thoughtfully in consideration of putting him out of his misery, “I think he may be around Cecilia’s age…” After picking up his scalpel, he reached into his pocket for a pair of thick bandages tinged with a heavy red dye. Arazul tied him up for good measure to make sure he wouldn’t be of any more harm to himself or others.

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“So, you mean to tell me your condition is a form of vampirism...like a fabled ashkin? My sister used to read romantic nonsense about them...Are they not supposed to follow some sort of cliché – seductive and alluring..” Crossing one now cleansed and bandaged arm over the other, Arazul’s brow rose to look over Hemlocke with a speculative glance over.

The smaller elezen with his face covered in soot, disheveled hair, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, clothing torn up from the ferocity of the battle – it wasn’t anything like he expected.

“Well, if you will excuse me for not fitting your expectations! Ashkin or nightkin...I have no idea. But still, a battle is hardly the place for all that.” With his wrists raised above him and intricately tied up by the thick bandages that bound them, Hemlocke moved his hands experimentally as if to test them. He found no give whatsoever in their snug hold. His heavy crimson eyes wandered over the doctor’s tall form, inevitably ending on his bare neck.

A sharp pain of hunger cut through him that had him restlessly fidgeting and groaning against the stretch table Arazul had laid him down upon, “And as much as I enjoy waking up to the sight of a handsome man leaving me tied me up..I-I need to get back out there. I lost track of Seiro in the fight. He was so nervous when we left...need to watch his back.”

With a heavy sigh, Arazul shook his head to hear him dissolve into endless mumblings to himself in his concern over his friend. This had been exactly what he needed to feel something like his old self again – focused with the challenge of a problem to solve, “I know of the man, and I assure you he can take care of himself. You have far more pressing concerns…”

He trotted off back to the main tent to see herbs and potions they had on hand. The condition of craving blood was a curious one, but the vanity in him persisted that there was nothing that could not be eased by a medicinal solution.