#debridement

I have a lot of other fic to work on, but I miss my special little guys, and I decided I will give myself a treat and write about one of them a little bit more! And you get to help me decide which one!

Werewolf Cas is not available because he's getting a longfic eventually and I'm making changes to the set up.

Debridement - Mutation

Slam/Brutal Death Metal from Northern Ireland

One man slammin’ blastin’ gore grindy guttural death metal.

1. .....It Came from Uranus 03:53 2. Mutation 02:36 3. Walter 03:20 4. Who Will Survive and What Will Be Left of Them 02:41 5. Devoured By Reanimated Corpses 03:59 6. Mauled Beyond Recognition 02:53 7. Bodies Burst Everywhere 02:59 8. Protons 02:53 9. Portals to the Red Planet 02:31 10. Executed in Plain Sight 06:56

Release date: February 22nd, 2025 via #rottenmusic

Hello, dearest readers,

I had to have emergency surgery on Tuesday early morning.

My incision sight from 7/26 had closed up, and the infection and cellulitis began to spread quickly and painfully, almost quadrupling in size in less than 7 hours.

The surgeon said it was not bad but certainly not good-looking when he went in. Tons of fluid, dead rotting issues, etc, were found and cleaned out.

Now, I have a huge hole to perform wound care on and repack daily until it closes up.

I am still on IV antibiotics 24/7, oxycodone or morphine for pain, and am not allowed out of bed with help to do ANYTHING.

I still get extremely dizzy and feel loads of pain when I move, but if I sit without putting too much pressure, then I am not in high pain or feel any dizziness.

I was supposed to go home tomorrow or Saturday, but I may be here longer with how much it hurts to repack the word and this new onset of dizziness.

I want to thank all the continued Patreon membership holders for their generosity and kind hearts,

I want to thank all free members on Tumblr and Patreon for not giving up on me just yet.

I will write again once I am not in so much pain and on very loopy meds.

I PROMISE!

I even have ideas for new stories.

I might even post an ooollllddddd story (two chapters) on Patreon as well, just for something to read.

If my membership holders want me to continue it, then I might just do so.

EXCERPTS: The visual grandeur and hurtling heart-thumping action therefore stood in distinct contrast to the sad and constrained doings of Samwell Tarly and Jorah Mormont, squirreled away in a windowless, disease-riddled cell.

No ships or swords or hot romance here. Rather the Citadel scenes started with a death pronouncement and deteriorated from there. Without looking up or seeming to care a whit, Archmaester Embrose declared to Jorah that his creeping greyscale was officially beyond hope. Only a long, miserable and very contagious life lay ahead for our scaly hero.

This means it’s time for Sam to try the exact remedy. He will not give up on his new pal; indeed their emerging relationship promises to provide us with a buddy flick to beat all buddy flicks. First, he prepares his pastes and poultices and yammers on. Jorah eyes him with increasing suspicion, asking what every patient about to undergo surgery is thinking: “Have you ever done this before?”

All of this out-of-sync-with-the-sweep-of-the-rest-of-the-show pace is surely a tell to any veteran watcher of endless TV dramas: Though the exciting part of the second episode is in all the other scenes, the real action is in this moment of stupid bravery and boiling pain enacted by two castoffs. They are the ones, I suspect, with big “Game of Thrones” futures ahead...