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
OmO . . . OmO ༒︎hey are. Cu♱e. OwO
To whomever left their filial pail under the table in the employee recuperation block:〜〜〜〜〜 I will ask this one time for you to properly register it with the Situlogy Department. You have until the end of my shift to rectify this error.〜〜〜 If you do, I will not make a public post calling out the pitiful volume of your contributions. I recommend this course of action to spare yourself the mockery from your colleagues.〜〜 You have six hours. #nsfw #medchittr #cullchittr #fprjcc〜〜〜〜
OmO Disgus♱ing. ༒︎he ♱rolls in ♱his hospi♱al are absolu♱e animals. NO༒︎ mine.
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.
🧹🧽 <you suck. at surgery.
🧹🧽 <that's right. because why? not evs. fucking idiot. custodial role. not clinical. not sterile. drink poison. #cw-self-harm #cw-suicide-baiting
S♱op ♱elling me ♱o drink poison. I will no♱. You are a fool for sugges♱ing so. Jani♱ors clean. So you will clean.
🧹🧽 <survival rate. your fault. not mine. nook breeze.
🧹🧽 <or else? cut open? unlikely scenario. no insurance.
🧹🧽 <kinky bitch. #nsfwe #murder coffee piss. just yours. fuck you.
OmO S♱op. I♱ is no♱ kinky. I♱ is scary. You are scared. Please do no♱ urina♱e in my coffee.
Some of you should not be allowed to reproduce.〜〜〜
I agree full-hear♱edly. I canno♱ believe ♱he s♱andards on ♱his websi♱e. Perver♱s and mons♱ers alike, all swirled in♱o ♱he same genepool... I♱ is disgus♱ing.
thwnt mama hivw with my latht patiwnt of thw day i hopw thhw watth wwll •ᴗ•𐦍
Bid your mo♱her well wishes for me. I s♱ill remember her ♱ime in my mou♱h fondly.
I am glad ♱o hear i♱. We had many in♱ellec♱ually s♱imula♱ing conversa♱ions. She has very fascina♱ing ♱hings ♱o say abou♱ ♱he poli♱ical s♱a♱e of ♱he monarchy.
oh ywth mama ith vwry into thw thtatw of thw wconomy i kwwp twlling hwr thhwth jutht a littlw louthw thhw cannot do much about it and thhw gwtth twrribly upthwt! pwrhapth a vithit with you would bw good for hwr
I would very much like ♱ha♱. I ♱hink i♱ would be good for me, ♱oo. Daddy has no♱ been very ♱alka♱ive ♱hese days. I miss having someone cha♱♱er away in my ear. Or in my mou♱h, so ♱o speak.
༒︎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.
>-8==— oh uhm 0///0 >-8==— goodness i feel like i'm interrupting something
Nurse. More suc♱ion please. I canno♱ see ♱he fil♱ersack wi♱h all ♱his blood in ♱he way.
0///0
>-8==— hah yes docctor...
Yes big fan 0f flesh me And als0 meat and 0rgans
Good girl. You are very compe♱en♱ when you ♱ry hard.
I am so very glad ♱o hear i♱. I knew I could no♱ be ♱he only one wi♱h such... Proclavi♱ies.