#sickly thots

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I want Victor Gideon to double stuff me like an Oreo

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I hope we get strip card game with Dr. Victor Gideon for the DLC

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Will there be a Little Sugar Chapter 17? 👉🏻♡👈🏻

🫪 yas babes there will be a chapter 17 I deleted it twice because I HATED IT MADE NO SENSE… anyways :3 it should be out sometime this week(it’s a long chapter so strap in) I do have a finished request that I’ll post here and A03 I’m just finishing the editing! Yall 😭I’m also working on request and part 2 of some fics (my 2 braincells are working overtime) specifically Commute will be more then 2 parts once I reach maybe chapter 23 of a little sugar some of my time will go towards commute I do have a more fleshed out idea for it. And we’re almost at 200 of you sexies following me so once we’re close I’ll make a poll of some ideas that I have in the back burner and yall can vote which one yall want ❤️🐛

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Do you only write for Victor Gideon or can you write for other RE characters?

I usually write for Victor Gideon but I have a rough draft of something with Leon Kennedy I wanna get his characterization right so I might just do a full deep dive on Leon I was also thinking Karl Heisenberg

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Fuck I wanna write down right disgusting smut of Nemesis monster form Gideon like final form. IDK how I’ll do it or the plot but if there’s a will there’s a way!

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i hate asking authors about updates but im gonna do it because a little sugar is one of my fav victor stories

Your chill dude like i totally get! 🫪TBH I’ve been watching love island on my free time I’ve been catching up and it’s spicy af. But I did have to rewrite the draft I have for a little sugar 3 times I just didn’t like the flow of it and stuff it like sounded wrong you know like when you read it. Idk how to explain it. But there will be an update this week idk who knows maybe 2 chapters

Also note: idk which one of you guys like hacked into my phone and looked into my notes, but some of the request that y’all have are like something I have been planning on writing already and it’s a little too similar and I’m like I don’t know if y’all are like telekinetic but like we’re one the same wave length and I love that for us

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you are literally Thee Victor writer, omg how are all of your fics 10/10?? 🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you for keeping us fed

Thank you your making me blush and giddy! , I’m currently working on some things! So more to cum ❤️🐛 I love the Gideon community so much everyone is so sweet!

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I’ve been thinking of writing a fic on victors perspective. I’ve been practicing with 1st person and adding more details into scenes. So I might just release like a practice thing or I might just edit and revise before is do. I’ve been reading The Bell Jar to get a good idea on how to write it! I’ve had this done for a couple months now as practice. Also ily medical terminology books on google!

Edit here’s the practice round sort of I was working on this for 2 weeks now

"Push 20 meq of KCL," I said instantly, my focus unwavering. "We have to break this rhythm first."

"Dr.Gideon."

The voice was quiet. It didn't command so much as it stated. It cut through my clinical haze with an unnerving stillness. I turned my head. It was the new nurse, (L/N). She stood just outside the immediate circle of action, her posture calm, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. Her scrubs were the same uniform as everyone else's, her hair was still tied back in that severe knot. There was nothing remarkable about her appearance, and yet, in that moment, she was the only person in the room who was not a blur of motion and anxiety.

"Excuse me?" I said, the ice in my voice meant to freeze her into silence.

"He has a history of Brugada syndrome," she said, her gaze level and direct. She wasn't looking at me as her superior, but as a fellow clinician. A peer. "It's in his chart from his last admission two years ago. It was an incidental finding. Treating his VT with electricity without addressing the underlying channelopathy could trigger fibrillation."

A flicker of irritation, hot and sharp, shot through me. She was questioning my authority. In front of my team. In the middle of a crisis. "I'm well aware of his history," I lied, the words tasting like ash. "The risk of an uncontrolled arrhythmia outweighs the—"

"His QT interval is already prolonged," she continued, her voice never rising, never wavering. "A second shock would likely be fatal." She took a half-step closer, her eyes fixed on the monitor, not on me. "He needs isoproterenol. To stabilize the myocardium."

Silence. The team was frozen, looking from me to her. My reputation was forged on decisiveness, on being right. To be corrected, so publicly and so calmly, by a plain-faced nurse in her first hours on my ward… it was an affront. My instinct was to crush her, to assert my dominion with a cutting remark and proceed with my own plan. But her words landed with the terrifying precision of a surgeon's scalpel, slicing through my arrogance and exposing a single, glaring fact I had missed in my haste.

Brugada. It was in the file. A line I had skimmed, a detail I had deemed insignificant. She hadn't just read the chart she had understood it. She had connected the dots I had been too arrogant to see. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor suddenly sounded like a mocking drumbeat, counting down my failure.

My jaw tightened. "Get the isoproterenol," I bit out, the words directed at the senior nurse, though my eyes remained locked on (L/N). "Now."