crunchity-munchity

don't get me wrong, it's amazing as that's the point of the show: to bring attention to how fucked the healthcare system is to these workers. it's something i see every day at clinical and will see when i graduate in like--less than 3 months, holy shit.

the issue is that this show is meant to highlight the setting and work itself, not the characters. it's meant to show you that healthcare is a jaded career and people that work in it are just as jaded; that they're human and are prone to mistakes.

yes, they're characters, but psychoanalyzing them or babying them because "they're just silly little guys" or "he's so cool and santos and robby are so bad" isn't going to change the root of the show's moral/story which is--

Healthcare work is a fucked up place with fucked people just like everywhere else. People that work in it are bound to make mistakes and struggle the same as everyone else but the added stress of everything they are dealing with puts them under a microscope for scrutiny and burnout.

@fellow-loser-salamander i'm looking at you :3

--multichapter oneshot series of different aus that pop into my brain featuring my blorbo, trinity santos?

as someone who's lost a friend to suicide, santos' story speaks to me a lot.

>inspired by:

doodles in class

some santos doodles while i study for exam 3 of adult 2 for the inspirations behind my art and subsequent santos aus

@fellow-loser-salamander @tiniiiiii @neptunesenceladus

Yolanda is familiar with her partner and her nature, she knows about play, pack dynamics,--she was surprised to know she was considered part of it and recognized by the other wolves in the ED--and so on.

She knows Trinity will shift between forms as naturally as breathing and it's therapeutic and needed for her kind.

But, dammit if she wasn't doing this on purpose!

"So, you just happen to shift when I'm about to berate you for not eating during your shift?"

The wolf puffs put a breath, ears twitching as it rubs against her front, large head taking up the expanse of her torso as she rumbles and gurgles out a happy whine.

Yolanda is well and truly fucked, she really can't stay mad when her girlfriend looks this cute.

She wraps her hands together under the beast's maw and chin to lift her head and meet her gaze, mouth open for a retort.

Trinity's eyes are so wide and soft and her ears pin back and low, soft whimper leaving her as her tail wags just so.

Yolanda glares.

"Stop being cute, I'm trying to scold you, Trin."

The wolf pants, tongue leaving her mouth as her tail beats happily; she knows she's won this battle.

The surgeon grumbles wven as she leaves a kiss against a furry forehead, scowling without malice as Trinity woofs softly.

"I hate you."

She swung out of the way of submachine gun fire, depositing herself in the rafters of the warehouse she'd found these lowlifes at.

"--or you can not listen to the super nice lady trying to save you a trip to the hospital." Trinity finished, voice flat in a way that even behind a mask, one could tell her annoyance. "O-kayyy, let's get this done then!"

Her webs made quick work of the rifles of two of the men providing suppressive fire, tugging them in and sticking them to the wall whilst she swung into a air-somersault and pivoted so her feet caught onto the ceiling, webs firing and grabbing those same two men, trapping them against the ground.

A few of the gang members were actually using their braincells correctly and trying to take cover; a shame she was more nimble than them. They were stuck to walls and floors and sotrage containers in just a few short minutes.

Once she'd located the illegal cargo, contacted the authorities and requested an RA, she was off. Her slinging took her through the evening air, swinging her legs to help propel her forward with each downpass.

A vibration in her jacket pocket had her pausing, sticking to a building wall well above twelve stories and pulling her phone out.

'Yola ❤️ is calling...'

"Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuheyy, baby!" She hummed, phone pressing to her masked ear while she sat against the side of the building thousands of feet in the air.

"Where are you, Trin?"

"Market, yeah, we ran out of those Belvita cookies I like so I figured--"

"Why is your suit not in your closet?"

The heroine's voice died in her throat, brain working in overdrive to make a quick lie; something to get her girlfriend off her back for a few seconds while she swung back home and snuck in.

"Huck has it, he wanted to make some adjustments."

"Farm Boy has your suit."

"Yep!"

A rustling sound was heard over the line before--

"Is this suit invisible? 'Cos I don't rememebr getting one, webhead." Huckleberry noted, voice a bit echoey in a way that hinted at Yolanda being on speaker.

Trinity mouthed a silent 'motherfucker,' eyes rolling skyward as she chuckled a forced sound.

"Musta lost it in the wash! I'll look for it whe--"

"Trinity Santos."

"--yes, ma'am?" She coughed softly, back ramrod straight as her girlfriend's dubbed 'pissed off' voice came through.

"You fractured three ribs only a few days ago and you're flying through the city again--"

"I don't really fly, babe--"

"Trinity."

"Sorry." She hissed out with a wince at the flat tone of the surgeon.

"I want you back at your apartment in five."

Trinity sputtered.

"I'm like--like twenty minutes away, Yola!"

A snorting laugh from Dennis in the background as Yolanda's serious as sin timbre peaked back through.

"Guess you better get swinging then, Spiderwoman?"

With that the call ended, leaving Trinity to abuse every last bit of web fluid in her cannisters to get home.

It came in handy once she was turned, so, lucky her.

The issue with these behaviors though--is that these two really are just simpering pups, running around one another true to pack sibling form.

She had assumed that tagging along with the packmates after their shift would prove to help her understand her colleagues more effectively. Really, it just proved that she would have to work harder to bond with them.

Santos and Whitaker are two peas in a pod and that's without Dr. King padding about with them, trotting about looking at different flowers in this meadow they've found near the forest out of town.

Baran is about to leave, worried she's intruding now that she's seen how open they all seem to be with one another when a snuffle at her side has her shifting in confusion.

Trinity stands near her side, ears pinned back at her movement before she rumbles lightly and tentatively lowers her head; a sign of respect to a more dominant wolf, she remembers reading years ago.

The slightly larger wolf huffs right back, exchanging a few light whiffs with the vigilant packmate. Trinity seems taken aback that her advances are being recognized, ears moving forward, more alert.

Her fangs bare just so and Dennis pads past, nonchalantly rubbing himself against Trinity's side in passing; a sign of platonic affection, she's seen it between members of all sorts of packs. Trinity calms slightly and her ears lower once more, soft grumble leaving her as she lowers her head again in what Baran assumes is apology before following the other wolf.

King is far past them, back on the trail that Dennis seems to be rushing towards.

Trinity pauses and turns towards her once more, questioning tilt to her head as she shyly growls out to her.

Baran whuffs and makes her way over to them.

Last episode ends with robby and trinity being brought in later in the night after the shift is over like...4-5 hours maybe?