#((hello everyone!))

naut - i actually know what he looks like but in my mind. raggedy anne

harper - a mix between abed and gillian anderson

kiwi - young hugh laurie

my one tomska mutual - youll never guess

kae - meeks but somehow gayer?

kola - that one rsl photo combined with her actual face

ok computer - her pfp LOL

grey (musi) -s1 wilson

eli - i know what they look like actually so just. their face

joan - elvira

ami - abed, funnily enough

joel - straight up a dog

lisa - neil perry but specifically that one photo used as a pfp at one point

shui - also abed

john - phoebe from friends?

tiffany - again, i know what she looks like

marley - also s1 wilson but its different. like younger

sun (both of you) - ethan hawke in Dad specifically

bones - spock

reese - also spock but if spock was cosplaying neil perry

housewifemd - if house and wilson steven universe fused

ghostie - if jesse pinkman cosplayed frank n furter

joon - gender swapped neil perry

clara - gender swapped pitts

sid - richard cameron

tyty - his face!

ania - a vague cross between ginny danburry and gender swapped steven meeks

autumn (nocti) - her pfp

indie - also richard cameron

finn (occams chainsaw) - s1 gregory house

finn (puckspoetry) - neil perry but like. modern au?

bubble - gender swapped todd anderson but pink?

manda - thirteen (specifically thirteen with bangs)

tristan - his face. but also jesus

lovechild - NOT TAYLOR SWIFT. her face actually cuz i got secret access

dream(duality) - house when he went to that one migraine guys lecture thing

aspen - his face if it was more taublike

chandler - HIS face but more houselike

syd - allison cameron in black and white specifically

soph - rose tyler

hunny bun - martha masters

rain - i newly know what she looks like however she does still look like house in my mind

katie - neil perry at the play specifically

pinkie pie - pinkie pie

raph - steven meeks if he was dan howell circa 2009

dewi - charlie dalton

regulus - all 4 beatles combines into one being

jareth - todd anderson with white hair?

gil - his face mixed with rsl circa 2001

lesbians for trobed - trobed combined into one being

elmo - carrie

luke - thirteen (no bangs)

will - helena bonham carter in frankenstein (1994)

cuntstruck - that guy who wrote let it go (not the frozen song)

zeth - zeth

blue - allison cameron

blue - dick grayson

(im sure the blues can tell who is who)

thiam - jschlatt circa 2020 SORRY

valerie - martha masters allison cameron steven universe fusion

ash (crow king) - stretched james wilson

nico - stick dead poets society if he was also tyler joseph

percy - robin williams if he was a teenager

ashy - her face mixed with belle

nick - rsl and winona ryder steven universe fusion

matthew - youll never guess. anyone but barry boys next door

el - richard cameron AGAIN

sammy - their face mixed with neil perry gayface

birdy (demon or) - james wilson circa s3 ALSO U JUMPSCARED ME WITH THE PFP CHANGE I WASNT EXPECTING A FOOTBALL ERA

daisy bell - dana mythic quest

maddie - abed in her artstyle specifically

missy - TROY TIGER!!!!!!!

“Let us pass.” Tulona demands as she reaches the front of the crowd, her voice rising to be heard over the din. The guards seem to recognize who she is, but neither relent.

“We cannot allow anyone but staff and patients beyond this point.”

“I don’t give a rat’s arse, you will let me through.”

Appearing at her side, B’than, in a much calmer voice says, “I’m a healer, I can help.”

The guards look at each other and one nods. “You can go, the chirugeons will tell you where you are needed most.”

One steps aside to let B’than pass but as Tulona moves to follow he throws out an arm to catch her around the bicep. “Not you.”

“Unhand me,” Tulona hisses through clenched teeth.

The guard shoves Tulona back and she stumbles before regaining her footing. The agitation of the crowd grows with the exchange. Voices rise and more bodies begin to press forward, threatening to overwhelm the guards.

There is a sound like the crack of thunder followed by a barking voice.

“That’s enough!”

Everyone falls silent. The chirugeon that emerges from behind the canvas flap looks like a butcher after slaughter, the front of her gown splattered with blood and her arms covered in gore up to the elbows. She grabs a corner of her apron and begins to wipe her hands, eyes scanning the crowd before locking onto Tulona, quickly identifying her as the largest source of the commotion.

Without any preamble she begins laying into her, voice scathing.

“This is a clinic for Rhalgr’s sake! Are you trying to upset my patients? To distract my chirugeons from their tasks? We are drowning in the injured and dying and you want to disrupt the healing we are trying to do? All of you,” she turns to address the crowd as a whole, “unless you come bearing more cloth for bandages or are capable of healing, I want you out of my clinic and out of my sight.”

Tulona stands there, fists clenched, as the chirugeon disappears from view. She hasn’t been chastened like that since she was a child and it stung just as much now as it did then. Turning quickly on her heel, she stalks away towards where Ansa stands nearby.

“Tulona—“ Ansa begins, but Tulona quickly interrupts her.

“I’ll kill him. He cannot have gotten far if he’s traveling with his legion. All I need is a few hours and then I’ll have his head.”

“Tulona, please, stop before you do something foolish.”

“Foolish? That whoreson nearly killed Shtola and Goose.”

“And things will only get worse if you go charging after him!”

“Do you think me incapable of taking him down?”

“That’s not—“

“And what, do you not care enough to do the same?” Tulona regrets the words as soon as they leave her mouth. The stricken look on Ansa’s face makes Tulona want to throw herself from the nearest cliff. Why was she always hurting those she cared about? “Ansa, wait, I didn’t mean that.”

Ansa closes her eyes for a moment, gathering herself. She opens her eyes and steps forward into Tulona’s space, cradling her face with the palm of her hand. “I know you didn’t Tulona…I know.”

Tulona’s eyes burn and her throat feels thick and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe and she can’t stop the tears once they begin falling.

Weak. Always so weak.

Ansa wraps her arms around Tulona’s shoulders and pulls her close.

“I can’t just sit here. I need to, I have to, I—“

“I know.” Ansa repeats into the crook of Tulona’s neck. “They’ll pull through. They have to.”