
Dr. Folcus Eupnoi
@epitheliumTombstone
general surgeon a♱ fprjcc for ♱hree sweeps.

>-8==— these sweethearts were all orphaned after their possum lusus passed une+pecctedly. >-8==— until we ccan assign them eacch a new lusus i am taking ccare of them. >-8==— they were all so ccold and hungry when they ccame in, so they are very happy to get a little beetle jelly! #medcchittr #fprjcccc #ccullcchittr #grubccare
Mmmmng. . .ㅤThose who gaze upon the beauty of the nook and see fit to besmirch it make me. . . sick. Such a visual of decadence should be worshipped and observed in reverance.ㅤ. .
I can no longer drink coffee, ♱hanks ♱o ♱he deeds of ♱ha♱ das♱ardly jani♱or. Every cup, every sip, I would simply wonder. OmO
Pa♱ien♱s ♱hese days can'♱ handle a bi♱ of me♱al in ♱heir bodies. I♱ is infuria♱ing. Oh noo, your hungersack has a pair of forceps lodged agains♱ i♱. Lol. Grow up.
༒︎he books never do a real body jus♱ice. ༒︎he illus♱ra♱ions are always so very uniform and uninspired. Real bodies are so much more brea♱h♱aking. Every ♱roll is differen♱, from ♱he inside ♱o ♱he ou♱side. And ye♱ wi♱h every incision, I find ♱heir carapace, course and ragged, ca♱ching agains♱ my blade, playfully ♱rying ♱o snag ♱he ♱ool from my hands. A pool of vivid blood beads a♱ ♱he en♱rance, and all I can do is s♱are a♱ i♱ in a ♱rance un♱il ♱he incompe♱en♱ nurse finally swipes ♱he puddle away. And finally, I can probe deeper. Various shades of ♱heir color s♱reak across ♱heir mea♱, marbled wi♱h fa♱ and sinew and muscle, displaying a beau♱iful swirling mess of ♱heir own hue. Some♱imes I ♱hink I would forge♱ ♱he ♱roll's na♱ural shade, if i♱ weren'♱ for ♱he na♱ural color leaking from ♱heir veins. ༒︎he innards pulse under my blade, wai♱ing ♱o mee♱ ♱he ♱ip of my scalpel like an old friend... Bu♱ ♱hey mus♱ wai♱ ♱heir ♱urn. ༒︎he mea♱ is no♱ of♱en my objec♱ive. No, benea♱h ♱he surface layers is where ♱he mos♱ s♱unning spec♱acle lies. ༒︎he en♱ire life of a ♱roll. ༒︎heir ins♱inc♱, ♱heir blood, ♱heir was♱e, all con♱ained in a handful of lovely, incognizan♱ sacks of fluid and flesh. Well-oiled gears and conveyors nes♱led ♱oge♱her in ♱he world's mos♱ efficien♱ machine. Working ♱oge♱her, hand in pulpy hand, ♱o ensure your survival. Like a rainbow of collabora♱ion inside every living being. A brigh♱, malfunc♱ioning ligh♱ suddenly ca♱ches my a♱♱en♱ion. My blade dances a♱ ♱he source. Dissonance in ♱he melody. I♱ ♱hrobs harshly agains♱ i♱s companions, disrup♱ing a careful, billion-sweeps long harmony. And oh, how *spec♱acular* a display. How very ♱rollish, so very habi♱ual. Perfec♱ion simply canno♱ be achieved in a living being-- even wi♱hin your own body. I♱ really is a shame ♱ha♱ I have ♱o remove i♱. I wish I could le♱ i♱ fes♱er. I wan♱ ♱o wa♱ch in real ♱ime as i♱ corrup♱s ♱he res♱ of ♱he body ♱urns ♱he sys♱em in♱o a wil♱ed pile of de♱ri♱us. I wan♱ ♱o see wha♱ happens ♱o ♱he machine when ♱he ligh♱s ♱urn off. Unfor♱una♱ely, I am bound by my con♱rac♱ and my vow. And I mus♱ ex♱rac♱ ♱he mas♱erpiece a♱ once. S♱ill, even in i♱s resis♱ance i♱ shows i♱s beau♱y. I♱ clings ♱o i♱s hos♱ despera♱ely. I♱ s♱ill longs for life, even in i♱s de♱eriora♱ed s♱a♱e. I♱ cries i♱'s farewell ♱o i♱s friends, and ♱he body weeps in ♱urn, knowing ♱ha♱ i♱ will never be ♱he same. ... I may have gone off ♱opic a li♱♱le bi♱. Bu♱ my poin♱ s♱ill s♱ands. ༒︎hey do no♱ cap♱ure ♱he alluremen♱ of flesh well enough in ana♱omy books.
༒︎hey kicked me ou♱ of ♱he OR.
༒︎he OR did no♱ ge♱ cleaned las♱ nigh♱. ༒︎his is no♱ my job. ༒︎herefore I will be performing ♱oday's surgery a♱op a pool of dried blood. Sorry ♱o my upcoming pa♱ien♱s for ♱he blood diseases. #blooddisease #vaguepos♱

🧹🧽 <remember this? fucking idiot. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ee06efa3e1e3.png
I♱ has come ♱o my a♱♱en♱ion ♱ha♱ my previous quirk was illegible. My apologies. ༒︎he ma♱♱er should be remedied now. I have ♱hrown ♱he fon♱ on ♱he garbage.
꠸ ꫝꪖ♱ꫀ ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ ρꪖ♱꠸ꫀꪀ♱ᦓ ꫀ᥊ρ꠸᥅ꫀ ꪮꪀ ꪖꪀ ꪮᦔᦔ ꪀꪊꪑ᥇ꫀ᥅ꫀᦔ ꪑ꠸ꪀꪊ♱ꫀ. ᦓꪮꪑꫀ♱꠸ꪑꫀᦓ ꠸ ꠹ꪊᦓ♱ ꫀꪗꫀ᥇ꪖꪶꪶ ♱ꫝꫀ ᥴꪶꪮᥴᛕ ꪖꪀᦔ ᥅ꪮꪊꪀᦔ ꪊρ ♱ꪮ ♱ꫝꫀ ꪀꫀꪖ᥅ꫀᦓ♱ 10.











