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PLOTS / THREADS:ย Iโm happy for threads with and without discussing a plot first. Whatever youโd prefer unless itโs an AU then I may want to discuss things just so weโre both on the same page.
REPLIES:ย There will be times that I donโt have any muse for some or all of my muses and may take a break, as said previously, I write whoever I have muse for, so if Iโm not active somewhere for a while, itโs simply because Iโm either busy or focusing on other things at the time. I donโt have any time restraint on replies so folk are welcome to respond whenever they feel like it.
STARTERS: If I post a starter call, I'll get to it when I have time / muse. Sometimes I can post a starter call, have muse at the time, then by the time people like it, I don't have muse anymore, or I don't have muse for that particular muse they're asking for. I'll get to it when I feel able to.
CROSSOVERS:ย Iย LOVEย crossovers, Iโll always be up for that.
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Dr. John Carter ( ER doctor, ER, S3 ) fc: Noah Wyle
Dr. Mark Greene ( ER doctor, ER ) fc: Anthony Edwards
Dr. Cuthbert โ Cut โ Adamsย ( trauma surgeon, former Royal Navy officer )ย ย fc: Jay Harrington
Fr. James Rutherfordย ( exorcist / priest )ย ย fc: Richard Armitage
Dr. James ' Jock ' McQuarrie ( ER senior attending ) fc: Noah Wyle
Dr. Dmytro Tkachenko ( ER doctor, resident, chief resident, senior attending ) fc: Matt Czuchry
Jonathan Isaac Everittย ( half wolf ) fc: Brandon Sklenar
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I'm really sorry for being all over the place rn. This stupid intestinal infection is absolutely destroying me. I'm in constant pain, can only eat the most boring bland crap in tiny amounts, leaving me constantly hungry, feeling sick and I feel like I've been booted in the gut and the pain won't go away to the point where I'm constantly doubled over. With it comes the fatigue and I'm just..... really struggling mentally with it. I can't think straight, I'm tired, in constant pain, constantly feeling sick and I'm just bleh rn.
So I apologise for being a Debbie Downer, I'm trying not to be but with everything that's happening, I'm just struggling a lot.
The words tasted like ash and burned the back of his throat like acid, he hated to say it outloud, to admit to his failings both mentally and emotionally. He hated to think of how people would view him of they found out, if they knew how fucked up and broken he was. He damn sure didn't want Dmytro to know, he couldn't stand the idea that the other might see him as a fragile thing to handle rather than to level with. He loved that blunt honesty, and to lose it.... he didn't even want to think about how that would turn out.
To finally admit it all to Carter, it felt therapeutic, he hated to give that therapist his dues but he had been right, it felt like a weight was finally lifting free, that he was finally letting the light in.
Did it help?
That was the question wasn't it, was all of it worth it jist to finally find the help he needed? Maybe, but it would be a lie to say it was the right thing to do. For every day he was stuck un there he wished Dmy or Carter knew so he had someone to look forward to seeing rather than sat in the community room staring out the window.
"Yes and no." He finally spoke, turning away from Carter as a hand brushed nervously over the hair at the nape of his neck. "They gave me something to help me start sleeping again. And for the panic attacks." He muttered shyly, looking to Carter.
"I just." He trailed off, squeezing his hands together to release building anxiety. "I'm going to tell him I just. Don't know how to say it yet." He muttered, offering a sorrow filled look back to the resident.
"I'm scared..." he admitted, glancing away from Carter at the admission. "Scared he won't want me anymore."
He remembers what it's like. Maybe it's not the same thing exactly, but he still remembers being planted on some rickety plastic chair in a circle in the middle of a large lifeless empty room surrounded by people, all of them with their own stories to tell. Carter hadn't wanted to be there, he needed help, he knew it, but... sitting there? Having to open up about it? Talk about it? Tell everyone what he'd done? What he'd become? It was easier said than done.
There's a moment where he can't help but wonder if that's why his father feels able to talk to him about it right now, knowing he's been through something similar, going through something similar. Or is it just the whole father-son thing? He's not sure about the latter, surely Dmytro would be just as easy to talk to?
The trouble was, keeping the professional side of out it. He knows the last thing Robby needs is Dr. Carter, he needs his son, John, not some psyche eval or question after question like he's filling in his patient chart.
It's just them, not patient and doctor, but father and son.
"You know, I... I felt the same way." The young man admits, wandering a little as he tries to gather his thoughts, hands shovelling their way into his scrub pockets. "I was scared... of admitting there was something wrong, that I didn't have full control. What people would think, what you would think." He speaks honestly, stopping on the spot as he looks at Robby. "It's hard, I know is it, but... it works. I hated every second of it. But I'm here now, aren't I? I got through it. So can you. With time, with effort... it's not going to be sorted over night. It's never that easy."
He shakes his head, stepping closer to him again. "Dad, I'm pretty sure there's nothing you could do to make Dmytro not want you anymore. He's about as stubborn as you are." A smile creeps up into his lips. "He's angry, yeah, but he still loves you. That doesn't stop just because you're not here, or because you need help. You didn't stop caring about me when I went to rehab, did you?"
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Eve would never dream of doing this to anyone else, but she wanted to try and make the other smile. Working in the ER was tough and she knew how hard he worked. โNot at all, youโre still as handsome as ever my dear,โ she replied, moving from behind him so that she could face him. โHeyโฆ so dare I ask how many hours left?โ
"Butterin' me up, aye?" Jock teases as she moves from behind him, his arm tightening a little so he can pull her closer to him. "Four more hours... if ah dinnae melt mah bollocks aff before then." A dry smirk leaves him at that, noticeably lowering his voice just a little at that comment. Then again, if he speaks at his normal pace most people probably wouldn't understand what he's saying anyway. It takes constant effort not to speak at his usual tempo. "You? Got long before we can escape together?"
โI-โ There was no point in arguing with the other, not when he was trying to look out for him. Looking at the bottle in his hand, he took it off him with a thank you, sipping on it slowly. โI know, I guess I just wanted to try and do as much as I could so that I wasnโt finishing that late,โ he admitted, โI promised Amy I would come over for dinner tonight but I donโt wanna make her stay up too late.โ
Jock sits himself down at the table, hoping that's enough to encourage the young resident to follow suit. If not, he'll just have to say it out loud instead. "Aye, well, dinnae be puttin' yer charts ahead of your health. No' unless you want to become a patient in here soon enough." He reminds him, settling back into the chair with a heavy sigh. The relief off his feet is instant, he hadn't even noticed how much they seemed to be needing it until now when they're practically throbbing inside his sneakers. "Then you'll give me more paperwork an'aw." There's a dry tease in there for good measure. "Ye said you arnie sleepin' well. Any reason ye want tae put out there for the class?"
"McQuarrie, if you hand me a DNR right now, I will sign it." The German was leaning against the counter, eyes shut, enjoying the blast of AC after the long and scorching commute in his aging car. "I think Hell might be colder."
"Aye, jus' about." The Scot smirks as he eyes him, more than aware that the heat is getting to him. Shit, it's getting to him too, it's why he keeps having to disappear to the lockers to spray himself with a new layer of deodorant in an attempt to keep from stinking up the place. It's become more of a priority than taking a piss at this point. "Move yer skinny arse, mate. We're goin' to the breakroom tae get you some water 'n' a cool down." And maybe one for himself as well.
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@illbringthechaosmagic sent: Eve reached up to ruffle Jocks hair, her other arm moving to wrap around his waist and pressing against his back. โBusy day handsome?โ
The ruffle of his hair makes the attending turn with slightly raised brows, hoping he's correct in his presumption of the only person inside the hospital that he'd let get away with that. Anyone else's hand is getting a sharp slap. "Does the Pope shit in the woods?" The Scot muses as a long arm reaches behind him, trying to put it around her. "Do ah look that obvious, eh?"
โDr McQuarrie, Iโm fine.โ Dennis hesitated for a moment before he logged himself off and followed the older man towards the canteen. If he was being honest, he was feeling a little worse for wear, but he didnโt want to worry anyone. โSeriously, I just need to get my work finished. Iโm up to my eyeballs in charts and at this rate, Iโm going to be here until midnight.โ
"Aye, 'n' ah'm Bonnie Prince fuckin' Charlie." Came that ever dry wit of the Glaswegian, standing there resolute as he practically ushers the young man into the break room. Jock moves to the fridge and grabs him a bottle of water, even opening it for him before holding out for him to take. "Ah get it, ah do, but ah'm no' havin' you sat there wastin' away jus' for your charts. A wee drink of water to keep yersel' topped up isnae gonnae harm you." Maybe it's not always obvious, but cares, he really does. "Jus' stop for a second, aye? Take a breath, 'n' drink some water."
Got all my muse links updated, put their bios on here, written up summaries for the ones that didn't have them. Still need to do Fr. James' cos his is lengthy, but I'll get to it next week likely. For Mark and Carter, I'm just using their ER wiki bios for now, but I'll type something up for them soon that better explains what point in the show they're both from since Carter is purely based in S3.
โIโm fine, really. I really need to finish this chart,โ Dennis replied, finishing off his sentence before peering up at Jock. โI justโฆ didnโt sleep much last night is all. Itโll be fine though, isnโt it always?โ
In Jock's eyes that wasn't good enough. "Right, aff yer arse 'n' follow me." His tone is firm, but not angry. Then again, it can be difficult to tell with how the Scot's tone doesn't really change much. Though everyone would know if he was angry. It doesn't happen very often, but if it does, he won't be subtle about it. He moves to the canteen, and stands in the doorway. "In before ah drag you by the lug."
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"That is fucking rude. I can't really apologise for them but if you trust me, I'm a safe person. I'm not gonna try and rip your neck out or whatever. I don't really give a shit." Delanie sighs softly, perching herself next to him. "I have a wolf form, I love her. She's almost as much of a little shit as me." But much softer and much more cuddly. "Bet that was traumatic for you. Not having a clue what's going on when you start changing."
"Some folks really know how to make a guy feel welcome." He muses with a slight smile, always doing his best to put it behind him. Jonathan knows not all werewolves are the same, either are all hunters, but it pays to be careful. "Good t'know. Don't gotta keep my gun close to my chest whenever you're near me." He teases a little, as if testing the water for that kind of humour. "Yeah? Well, jus' make sure she don't bite. I'm too old to be dealin' with a new wolf side. This ol' dog don't want any true tricks." He notes dryly, though it remains thick with his wit. "Was goddamn terrifyin'. Didn't even know at first. Hell, didn't know werewolves were a thing. Suddenly I had a taste for rare meat, could smell things like never before... didn't get sick when all the other kids did. Didn't hurt like they did neither, and if I did manage to get hurt? It healed real fast." The half wolf shrugs his shoulders. "Didn't realise the agin' bit 'til... well, y'can imagine how I found out I was gonna be here a while."