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baldwin-montclair · 3 years

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The Unlikely Advocate - Thunderstorm

Baldwin looks after his niece in France whilst his wife wrangles a troublesome witch in Oxford

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“Darling, she’s asleep, has been for the last hour!” Baldwin took a sip of wine from the glass in his hand.

“Did you read her-“ Eileen started.

“Sleeping Beauty, I know it’s her favourite tale, even if it’s an entirely butchered version of the initial moral.”

“Maybe, but let’s not scar the seven year old with original version, just yet.”

“I defer to your wisdom,” he smiled a little, “how are things with the Oxford coven?”

“As expected, that bitch Alison is trying to get her little clique to oust me again.”

“Should I-“

“No,” the answer was abrupt, “I can handle some jumped up little cow with delusions of her own importance.”

A bright flash of light flooded the study of Baldwin’s Chateau, followed by a loud crack of thunder.

“What was that?” Eileen asked.

“Thunder clap, we’re due quite the storm.”

“Izzy hates thunder, I should come back.”

“She’s fine, she’s asleep and if she wakes up, I’ll take care of it. You can’t travel in this weather, it’s not safe.”

He heard her sigh on the other side of the phone.

“I just miss you both so much!”

“As do I you. Be safe and I will see you soon.”

After exchanging their farewells and hanging up, Baldwin returned to the pages in front of him.

Two empty wine glasses and several financial reports later, he put the pen down and leant back in his chair, turning to look at the heavy rain beating the windows. He closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing sound.

A definitive tug on the sleeve of his shirt drew his attention to the little girl in her pyjamas and holding a stuffed toy in her arms.

He had bought it for her from an old toy store when she lost her own comfort toy.

“Mr Nibbles is afraid of the thunder!” She told him, matter-of-fact.

“Is that so?” He asked in a mock serious tone, receiving a nod in response.

Eileen initially disapproved of the antique toy, frowning when he brought it home.

‘It’s creepy!’

He saw where she was coming from.

Older toys did have a tendency towards being less saccharine in expression than modern ones. Regardless, it didn’t matter, at three-years-old, Isobel studied the rabbit for a moment before picking it up and never putting it back down again.

“He told me he usually gets hot chocolate when he struggles to sleep!” She had a very well developed vocabulary for one so young.

Baldwin got up from his chair and effortlessly swept her into his arms.

“Who am I to argue with Mr Nibbles?”

Isobel giggled.

Isobel watched from her perch on the counter as he warmed the milk over the stove, chocolate and vanilla essence nearby, just one of the many pieces of culinary tips he’d learned between babysitting his niece and nephews, and, helping to raise Isobel.

“So, what is it about the thunder that scares Mr Nibbles?” He asked.

“It sounds angry,” she shrugged, “I don’t like when people are angry, or fight, fighting’s bad.”

“Sometimes,” he half agreed, “but other times it’s necessary.”

“Sarah says it’s the primitive male response to everything.”

Baldwin chuckled, the child had clearly heard the red haired witch say this thing often enough to repeat it.

“That’s possibly also true,” he nodded to the vanilla extract and Isobel dutifully handed it to him, pleased to be helping, “which is what makes it necessary.”

“Why?”

“Well, sometimes bad people threaten those we care about and we need to protect them. I actually faintly remember being called to your pre-school when some boy tried to take Mr Nibbles from you. Remind me?”

“Tommy’s was being mean. He called Mr Nibbles ugly and tried to take him to throw him in the trash!”

“And what did you do?”

Isobel thought for a second and then raised her little fist in the air.

“Bang!” She giggled.

“Exactly, bang!”

Baldwin had heard the boy’s father ranting before he even arrived at the principal’s office. As soon as he entered, however, the look of abject terror on the face of the hedge fund manager upon recognising him signalled a swift and favourable resolution.

Still, the man and his son were fortunate in not having faced Eileen, given her species’ extreme impatience with abusive males of any age.

“We’re fine now, he always keeps the bucket I like for me at golden time.”

“I feel like I have to at least try to advocate that violence isn’t always the answer but, it’s hard to argue in this case.”

“It wasn’t because of the punch,” she smiled, “he said it was because his father told him to be nice to me or they’ll have to leave their house!”

“Why?”

“Because all of their money is in this one big bag and he said that you decide how much that bag is worth.”

“Such an exaggeration,” Baldwin rolled his eyes, “but if it makes him play nice then fine.”

“Yeah, he shoved Brian the other day when he was being mean.”

“To you?”

Eileen nodded.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing, he was just saying things to try to annoy me.”

“Such as?” He asked, pouring the hot chocolate into a mug and sliding it across to the child.

“Well, we’re having a faire at school for parents and he said I can’t come because I don’t have a Mum and Dad.”

“You know that’s nonsense? Your aunt and I are your parents.”

She nodded.

“I know, he’s just-“

“An asshole!”

Isobel stared at him in shock for a few seconds before collapsing into giggles.

The storm passed, Baldwin looked over at the child fast asleep on the sofa in his study, a comfy blanket draped over her.

He picked her up and carried her to her room, settling her into the bed and left the room door ajar, just so she could follow the light if she was scared and wanted to come find him.

In the meantime, he had a vital project to undertake and dialled the number of the only person who might be able to help him.

“What have I done now?” Diana’s tone was airy and playful despite her exasperated words.

“Nothing, I uh-that is I wanted to speak with you regarding-sorry, it’s late it can wait until tomorrow. Goodnight.”

“Stop,” he heard her command as he moved to hang up and thought better of it lest she materialise in his office right then, “you’re freaking me out, tell me what’s wrong!”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just need a sounding board before I speak to Eileen about a matter regarding Isobel.”

“Is she alright?”

“Yes, she perfectly fine.”

“Then what can I help with?”

“Well, you went back in and met my father, he made you his blood sworn daughter without turning you.”

“You’re still doubting that?”

“No, not at all, in fact,” he hesitated, “I want to speak with Eileen about my adopting Isobel, properly, legally and in the eyes of our community. I just don’t know the procedure, he never told me how.”

“I’m sure I can help when the time comes.”

“If, I still need to speak with Eileen first, and if she consents then I will put it to Izzy. Should probably speak to Miyako as well.”

“Why? In case she takes the news about as well as you did?” Diana needles him affectionately.

“Something like that.” He answers with a weary sigh.

“Are we talking about the same Miyako who basically kidnaps Izzy and spoils her with ice cream and gifts when she visits, that one?”

“They do get along well,” he agreed thoughtfully, “so you don’t think it’s a horrible idea?”

“I think it would be a horrible idea not to!”

“Thank you, sister, having your support in this matter is welcome.”

“Don’t mention it, and Baldwin?”

“Yes?”

“You are already her father in all the ways that matter and you’re a good one, she’s lucky to have you.”

“Not as lucky as I am to have her, and, I suppose,” he started grudgingly, “to have you for a sister.”

“Aww, that’s so cute,” she teased, “you’re gonna get such a big hug from me next time I see you!”

“You shouldn’t threaten the head of your family, it’s disrespectful!” He retorted with a smile.

“Goodnight Baldwin.” She chuckled before hanging up.

#baldwin montclair #a discovery of witches #adow #baldwin de clermont #adow baldwin fic #adow baldwin #adow fic

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formulatrash · 4 years

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Hi!!!!!!!! I kinda just wanted to say i like Jev. Like a lot. Gush about him and Edoardo. And Sam. And i just love a lot of the boys ok

ok so this is a long boi, settle in

JEV. Ahhh god. Where can I even start with JEV? But like, in a totally different way to Lewis. I always liked JEV when he was in F1, he was funny and waspish and not very good at remaining strictly media trained. He was also fast as hell on the rare occasions he had a car to do so.

Until the 2014 season he’d always been kind of the cute French guy, used to hang with Daniel Ricciardo, you know. Fun STR vibes before online content was a thing so you just got the odd flashes of them being sweet in interviews and stuff rather than probably the whole McL-style shebang if had been today.

But 2014 was just like, relentlessly dark. He started the season starving himself to try to get down to his teenage teammate’s weight and ended up hospitalised with severe dehydration twice, which Marko used to slate him in the press and imply it was, like, substance abuse or something. Then of course there was Jules’ terrible crash, which hit him very hard (JEV and Jules were very close) and he lost his seat, had already started being ousted from his car for FP1 to put Verstappen in it by the time Suzuka happened. (neat, didn’t have to change the TLA...)

When he arrived in Formula E he was like, pretty dead behind the eyes. He was withdrawn and some people call it ‘difficult’ but I always got that he was just boiling over furious. Like there was all this horrible hurt and anger he was always only just holding off. Clinging to the Ferrari simulator role was terrible for him and for the first two seasons in FE it was like he was there-but-wasn’t.

Things came to a head, I think, in losing his seat at Virgin - he rowed with the team boss very severely and it explosively boiled over in Buenos Aires during a weird weekend where he was again hospitalised and the team tried to get him signed off from the race, while he tried to get himself cleared.

(stories abound about why JEV was hospitalised and it’s his to tell if he wants to - needless to say the popular paddock rumour about it being related to a notorious local sex worker is total fucking bullcrap)

(JEV that weekend - the photo is Spacesuit/Shiv Gohil)

He was so unhappy when I first interviewed him in FE, like he could only distract himself momentarily from it and his results were as uncommitted as he seemed to be. You’ve got to remember, when he bought into Techeetah in Season 3 people said both that he was too difficult to get a drive anywhere else and that he was just like, a messy write-off.

I always hoped he’d recover, that he’d put himself back together. I’ve always got on with JEV and also there was like, a desperate hope for that narrative; you want the recovery story. The popular view was that he’d gone off the rails as a driver and would be pootling around the back forever, miles from the championship fight with a few scrappy podiums to his name.

Even at Season 3 testing, even after investing in a team, he was still hung up on things. The snub from F1 hurt him deeply, his pride was so wounded at not getting a chance that it was like anything threw him for a loop on it, even while he tried to move on with his life. He did an interview with then-magazine Current E where he spoke about it -

"I miss everything about F1. The roar of the engine. The braking. The grip. The speed. Everything’s different now."

And he was still wearing his Toro Rosso race boots, as some sort of bluntly visual metaphor.

It changed when he got Stephane Sarrazin as a teammate and really started to sort his head out. He’d been getting better for awhile, getting more control of the way things affected him and Sarrazin was a really positive influence for him. He took the win in Montreal, almost as a footnote because Lucas and Sebastien were setting off the fireworks as they had been for many seasons, and that was huge.

(I was so, so happy for him; he looked so relieved in the press conference, like he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t somehow lost it)

And then the rest is somewhat history. He’s one of the most successful drivers in Formula E (Sebastien has more wins and Lucas more points but JEV is the double champion) and if it felt like a wobbly and haphazard process at times, he’s become able to manage himself and the way he reacts to things. He smiles so much more now - which admittedly, more than ‘rarely, if ever’ is not hard but he looks happy.

He’s taken knocks and picked himself back up, come back to recover. Even the disastrous first race in New York last year, he pulled himself together after despite having a huge radio meltdown. Things don’t wound him deeply, he doesn’t pick at himself as much, he’s not magically fixed but he’s doing ok and he continually works on keeping that going, which I find really inspiring - for some of us there is no “gets better” but you can find ways of dealing.

I love him deeply. If you're not still a fan, still in awe of what the drivers do, then you should probably not be a motorsport journalist so I don’t think there’s any point in pretending I’m not.

This was my favourite moment of last season, maybe. He stole Jack Nicholls’ chair in the post-race press conference in Berlin and came to speak to me about And We Go Green, to say everything I said in it about him was true and like it was out of his own head. Which given how deep the film gets on him I was like. He didn’t have to say it (although I’d been terrified - I hadn’t seen the film yet at this point) and it was kind of him. He’s genuinely often kind - also genuinely often annoying but that’s overgrown cats masquerading as human beings for you - and I think he really appreciates that people didn’t give up on him a few years ago.

Anyway, that’s prob enough for one post but like. I love them a lot.

#fe asks #jev

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white-rose-week · 4 years

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Future, Admin List, Day 7

Inspired by a cute artwork by jhdhc. Written with permission.

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Some people, like certain members of team RWBY, might describe Weiss as overly cautious, or stuck-up, or ‘uptight’. But really, she just preferred an ordered, structured sequence of events. She tended to home in on the details, and have the next part of the sequence on stand-by.

So, one might find it odd, that on a seemingly ordinary day at Beacon, Weiss had one of the most extraordinary experiences in her young life while savoring a few, brief moments in time.

They had been sparring. Ruby’s semblance allowed her to shoot about to and fro, between and above the trees of Forever Fall. Ice shards and waves of fire were narrowly dodged, and when it appeared the attacks had slowed, she pressed a counterattack as quick as she could muster.

After a few cycles of clashing blades trying to get a one-up, it came time to break. Their breaths by then were quick and deep.

“See? The hard work is paying off.” Weiss let her weapon rest at her side, and leaned her back against a tree.

Ruby grinned excitedly. “The Atlas students won’t stand a chance!”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. You’re still abysmal with hand-to-hand.”

Ruby gawked as they started walking out of the center of the forest. “And you’re any better? I’ve never seen you take a grimm with your bare hands!”

Just as Weiss was about to offer a retort, they were blown back by a sudden series of small explosions.

The air became heated, and crackled as bright, white light violently blinked into existence and knocked them off their feet, back-first into large trees. With all the cracks and blunt force, Weiss almost thought they were under attack.

Caught in a moment without aura, she groaned as they slowly picked themselves up.

When the lights receded, Ruby practically squealed at what they saw. Weiss, on the other hand, was thoroughly confused.

“Oh. My. Gosh,” Ruby muttered excitedly. “Is this real?”

“Uhm…” Weiss could only gather.

“Uhm is right. What… is this?” The middle one asked, just as lost.

The tallest one was not as taken aback as her counterparts. She sighed. “Note to self: Don’t tinker with mysterious magical artifacts without a manual.”

Before them stood Weiss. Or, at least two girls that resembled Weiss. One was taller than her. Here ponytail was longer, and she wore a short, glittering dress with a blue gradation and a white sash around the torso. She immediately recognized it. It had been part of a collection of dresses, all expressly approved by her father for presentation. She wouldn’t be caught dead in it, given the choice.

The other was taller than either of them, and her ensemble was more regal to match. The ponytail was replaced by a large braid, and the bangs had disappeared entirely. She had a white strapless dress and a pale sleeveless dress both topped by a deep blue shrug, with belts, and rubied jewelry adorning the head, arms, and ears. At first glance, it seemed like something out of an old story. And that’s not to mention to comparatively generous chest size.

Weiss shook her head incredulously and approached the two girls. “You look like me. Both of you.” She had to look up at both of them, filling her with mixed feelings. “And you’re a little taller.”

The tallest one chuckled. “I’d hope so. No offense, but I couldn’t imagine being stuck at your size.”

“You seem to be taking this rather well.” The middle girl crossed her arms. “Could you maybe fill the rest of us in?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She looked at her counterparts side-by-side, and gave them small grins. “I’m you. From the future. And you’re both me, from my past.”

Weiss uttered some mixture of a scoff and a gasp. “I’m supposed to believe you came here by what, time travel, like some poorly written comic book? T-there’s no such thing!”

Middle Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose. “You always wanted bunkbeds as a kid. But Winter wasn’t around, Whitley ignored you, and father disliked them. You’d resort to looking at them in catalogs.”

Before she could respond, future Weiss piped in. “You never really liked Neptune. You just thought he was a refreshing change of pace from the boys’ population at Beacon. You should have asked-”

Then, as if ignoring the ousting of some of Weiss’s deeply held truths, Ruby surged forward with a twinkle in her eye to face the tallest girl, forcing Weiss to side-step to make room to avoid collision.

“Oh my gosh. Weiss! You look so awesome in this outfit!”

Future Weiss returned Ruby’s beaming smile. “Thank you, Ruby. That means a lot coming from you.”

Somehow, the twinkle in Ruby’s eye grew even larger. “Does it really?”

The Weisses all responded.

“It does.”

“I believe it does.”

“I suppose it does.”

Ruby let out the squeal from earlier. “Does that mean we’re still BFFs in your time?”

“I-I never-” Weiss tried to get out.

“BFFs?” Future Weiss repeated, nostalgically. It rolled off her tongue with ease, as if slicing through the concept as easily as butter. “Well, that’s not the term I’d use for my Ruby.”

When the younger girl’s face visibly fell, Future Weiss put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Try not to worry about it much. I can promise you; I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”

She gazed out into the distance, before looking back into her younger partner’s eyes. “Really, the whole team feels more like family than ever.”

“Family?” Weiss mulled the word over quietly to herself.

“I don’t know exactly what you’ve been through.” Middle Weiss confided in her older self. “But I think I know what you mean, by family.”

They nodded to one-another, in a moment of understanding.

Future Weiss turned to her youngest self. “And you, Princess,” she addressed. “Gods, it really is early on for you.”

“P-princess? I’m not taking that! Especially from myself!”

“I think you deserve it,” Middle Weiss agreed.

Weiss looked back to her future self, but noticed her expression was becoming something more akin to a sad sympathy.

“What month is it?”

She had to process the question for a second, caught off guard by the sentimentality. “April.”

The eldest’s eyes widened, and she finally took a moment to survey their surroundings. Meters away, there were displaced branches and burnt and marred trunks.

“You’re practicing for the tournament,” she realized.

“Yep,” Ruby confirmed. “Those Atlas students don’t stand a chance.”

“In Forever Fall.” Future Weiss closed her eyes, and, rubbed her temple. “I don’t remember this?” Confused, she turned to Middle Weiss. “Do you?”

Middle Weiss took in the surroundings for herself, running her fingers along the bark of a nearby tree. “I remember training in the forest from time to time. With Ruby, even. But not all this.”

“But the festival is getting closer. Which means, that night is, too.”

“What night?” The reference was lost on Weiss and her partner.

“Would we really have forgotten something like this?” The older versions weren’t paying the other as much mind.

“I couldn’t have. Not then.”

Hey!” Weiss yelled at her others. “What are you talking about?”

Future Weiss took a moment to ponder, then sighed. “Look, I don’t want you stressing over anything before the time comes.” She crossed her own arms. “Let’s just say, life is going to get harder, in a lot of ways. But your friends – your family – are there to help you through it.” Her gaze quickly settled on Ruby, and her smile returned. “Especially your partner.”

“I’ll say. Middle Weiss stood beside her elder. “It’s been… chaotic, to say the least. With everything I’ve had to accept, this isn’t even the craziest thing.”

“How long have you known everything?”

“A few weeks. But I’m glad to have Ruby with me. She makes it easier.”

“Just make sure you return the favor.”

As they conversed, Weiss looked at them. Supposedly, they’d both been through some tough time she’d yet to encounter. But for all of the struggle and chaos, somehow, they also seemed well off. Her oldest self almost seemed as content as could be.

She spoke up at them. “You both say these things about a difficult future. But everything else – the family, the friends, Ruby – sounds nice.”

“Aww!” Ruby latched onto her partner, wrapping her arms around Weiss’s neck, and hugging tight. “I think you’re great too, Snowflake. And hey, sounds like we have an adventure ahead of us, right?”

“One filled with chaos, supposedly.”

Both older Weisses smile brightly at the sight. “Ok, I would definitely remember this.”

Right then, the air became heated once more, and white light started to crackle around them. The static was slow initially, but gradually sped up.

“I think we know what this is,” Future Weiss got in first. “It’s time.”

Weiss nodded. “Now that I know how things are, I do kind of wish we had time for more questions.”

“You’ll be fine. Just have faith, Princess.”

She groaned at the teasing.

Before they could explode away, Middle Weiss made a last-ditch effort to get some insight. “H-hey, me. I’ve just got one question.”

“Hmm?”

“Earlier, you said Ruby was something other than a best friend.” For the first time that entire exchange, her tone was one of a clear hope. “If that’s true, then have we-”

“Nope.”

“What? You didn’t even-”

“I don’t have to. I know what you want to know, because I thought about it all the time, when I was you. I still do actually.”

The hope in Middle Weiss deflated. “So, we haven’t? Not once?”

Future Weiss managed a smirk that was simultaneously smug and coy. “Not on the lips. But honestly, it’s ok. We’re waiting for the perfect moment. And trust me, I think it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Oh!”

Middle Weiss sounded excited when they finally blinked out of existence, back to their own times. The departure left a gentle quiet in its wake, with the whistling of the wind and brushing of vegetation filling the void.

The last few seconds of the conversation had left Weiss with a pink flush creeping along her face, and having Ruby still hanging on didn’t make it any easier to hide.

Eventually, she broke the quiet by asking a question off the top of her head.

“If this is like one of your comics, we’re about to forget all of that.” She still hadn’t tried to look Ruby in the eye. “How long do you think we’ll be able to remember?”

Ruby hummed softly, wondering. “I don’t know. But if that’s how it’s gonna be…” She pulled Weiss by the chin so that they were face to face. They could feel each the tantalizing warmth of each other’s breath. “What was that she said about lips?”

#wrw2020 #white rose week #rwby #white rose #whiterose #day 7 #fiction #submission

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strictnoodle · 5 years

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Sanjivani 2

Now that the show has reached the 30th Episode mark; my overall impression about the characters and everything else. (wonder how much has changed and how much has stayed the same from my first post?)

**warning: long post + spoilers ahead!**

The Seniors:

Dr. Shashank Gupta An amazing father/mentor. He's too good at heart to the point he believes a hospital can run on goodwill alone bless his heart, no wonder Sanjivani is drowning in debt The way he seems so understanding to everyone else except his own daughter baffles me. I did not like it when he slapped her. Yeah she was a tad out of line, but he could’ve just opened his mouth and cleared the misunderstanding. With the way he was trying to shut her up, I'm pretty sure that was not the first time Anjali said that to his face; why not clear the misunderstanding? I refuse to believe he actually has romantic feelings for Juhi. Honestly, ousting Juhi from Sanjivani just because Rahul asked him to is the most redicules reason they could come up with.

Dr. Juhi Singh Still the badass COS that she is, deserves the position no questions asked. I love it every time she takes charge. Whether it’s handling Vardhan, Anjali or the junior residents, she’s doing an amazing job. I was hoping she doesn’t interfere with the father-daughter relationship, but then again I understand her desperation to clear things up. And boy, did she get more than what she bargained for. Seems Rahul and her are no longer together but reasons are still unclear. I’m not a fan of the ego clashes she’s having with Dr. Shashank. I get the emotional shock she’s in, but why can’t these characters just talk to each other?

Dr. Anjali Gupta ice baby, ice. Very ambitious. Would do anything to prove her self to her father even if it meant stabbing him in the back that luxury ward meeting? yikes. For her Juhi is an obstacle that’s always been between them, which is understandable as i’ve explained here. She firmly believes her dad is in love with Dr. Juhi and he has done absolutely nothing to clear it up. She craves her dad’s recognition so much she seems to be projecting it towards Vardhan? Anjali baby, no. She holds a soft spot for Dr. Sid and I really wish they’d explore more of this. I still want to see more layers of Anjali other than “the insecure daughter”.

Mr. Vardhan Makhija Still a douche. He’s the only character that speaks sense when it comes to how to run the hospital business wise. He’s been obsessed about the Luxury ward since the first episode I expected something other than a... beauty spa? who goes to a spa in the house of death and deceases? Psychopaths that’s who Seems like he’s using it as a cover to run some questionable/shady business Rahul is probably involved too. Can’t tell if he really has a thing for Anjali or he’s just manipulating her for his own means or both. I was honestly surprised he was worried about Sid seeing as he had no issues wishing death to Shashank? I can't with him.

The Juniors:

Dr. Siddhant Mathur A huge soft teddy bear. Very kind. Just when I started wondering why would they give him a playboy image, they shove a scene to remind me of his ways ugh, men are the worst! I love how he’s following Shashank’s footsteps with the mentoring. Very patient and understanding when dealing with people, especially with Ishani. Carries the weight of being an illegitimate over his head and he hides the pain really well. Still not a fan of his ways and can’t say I'm not glad they toned it down. I mean really punching that guy and taking his blood without consent? I’m pretty sure that falls under organ harvesting. Can't tell if he likes Ishani romantically or it’s because he’s just caring by nature, but he’s definitely attracted to her. I find it cute how bothered he is that she likes nothing about him. (Why did they change the actress who played his mom? And why was she hiding from Dr. Shashank? He better not be that idiot long lost father so help me god.)

Dr. Ishani Arora An Alien. An Alien from outer space who’s learning how to be human. jk, lol. or am I?. Socially awkward, doesn’t know proper human behavior and a diagnostic machine and thank god they toned that down. An emotional mess. Her germophobia stems from her background which she uses as a shield to keep people at a distance. Craves family and motherly love so much it honestly breaks my heart. Fiercely protective of those she calls her own slapping a guy twice her size for Asha? Absolutely fearless. An idiot, but fearless. Emotionally unstable; hence, the up and down behavior. Has been deprived of affection most of her life to the point she gets attached to anyone who shows her any form of affection. Can be self aware, as in did not hesitate to admit her mistake and apologize. A none believer and has issues with god. Life made her Cynical.

Sid/Ishani pairing I like the softness. I like how Sid respects her boundaries and tries not to touch her without permission. I liked the pace of their relationship but then the last two episodes happened and the level went from a soft 10 to a 100 in record speed, add the ‘L word’ they used for the promo and label me freaked tf out. I was very relieved when Ishani said “dost” in the episode even that was a bit of a stretch but i’ll take it. I’m hoping it’s just a developing of a crush thing and nothing else.

Dr Rishab Vaidya Such a horrible horrible person. If anyone deserves a slap from their parent, it’s this one. Watching his ass get handed to him by Ishani was the highlight of the week for me.

Dr. Asha Kanwar This girl grew on me so much. Very competitive and has a valid reason to be. She’s in a race against time and her family. Always has her friends’ back, be it Ishani or Neil or anyone. I’m hoping her competitive nature doesn’t land her in trouble one day. Desperate people almost always end up doing something foolish.

Dr. Aman Gehlot This guy is too laid back for a first year resident. Seems he went to Sanjivani to follow Asha. Very protective of her.

Dr. Rahil Shekhar My absolute favorite out of everyone! I love him so damn much. Such a sweet soft guy, would do anything for his friend. I love how he took charge being the Second Year Resident and guided the rest in the ‘rescue Sid emergency procedure’. The second son of the Mathur household. I would literally watch 20 full minutes of him just doing laundry Give me more of him!

Dr. Neil Lama Lau I still cannot wrap my head around how he managed to enter medical school when he faints at the sight of blood? Probably became a doctor for his dad.

Performance:

I didn't write anything much the first time because I wanted to give the actors a fair chance to settle into their character, and I supposed 30 episodes is more than enough time, no? I honestly have no complain from the senior cast. Rohit’s 3D glasses need to go tho, asap.

My main issue is/was with the junior cast, specifically Namit and Surbhi. Since we don’t see much of the others I'm not really bothered about them, Now:

Namit As much as he’s nailing the laidback carefree attitude, he’s really really bad in emotional/intense scenes. I swear that phone conversation with his mom on the bench gave me secondhand embarrassment and I hate secondhand embarrassment. Every time Sid cries, I'm reminded of that face babies make when they’re fed something sour you know, all crunched up and stuff?. What was that death bed scene? And what is the Director doing? Your actor does subtlety really well, use it. And writers work around your actor’s weaknesses and utilize his strength fgs.

Surbhi: Some scenes she’s a pro and the other scenes i’m watching an amateur leaving me a whiplashed. Ishqbaaaz was the first show I've seen her in never seen Qubool Hai and I’ve noticed then Surbhi is a director’s actor(?). This actor-director team need to set tf down so they can get their shit together and agree once and for all how they want to present this character. Volume wise, personally I don't fault her much because Surbhi’s voice tone is naturally loud. Having a loud family myself a best friend too, these people really don’t realize how loud they’re being unless someone points it out to them, in this case the Director. I’m just glad it toned down considerably from the first couple of weeks.

Anyways, both are getting a pass from me so far since I'm just watching the show for fun; hence i’m not that bothered. But acting wise, both really have a lot of work to do like, a lot a lot. The directors need to up their game as well, half the issues would probably be solved if there was proper guidance and a clear vision between Namit/Surbhi and the Direction team.

Editing & everything else:

Still all over the place. One minute the doctors are wearing gloves, the next it magically disappeared? There’s no consistency with the scenes most of the time. Thankfully they worked on the lighting. It is much better than the first couple of weeks where we could barely see anything.

Finally...

The overall plot started okay-ish toned down considerably from the melodrama of the first weeks but then it was Cliche City the last two episodes. I'm hoping they go back to their previous pace because I liked the overall mellowness of the show. I don’t like how they’ve cut down on the medical cases. I mean it is a medical show? Where the main set is a hospital? And all main characters are doctors? smh. I personally prefer one medical case running for the entire week. That way there will be no super speed diagnostic and no miracle one minute cure happening.

I still catch up with the show on the weekends as i’m not yet heavily invested in the show I could sign off any minute. What I do like most is the grey shades of the characters, They’re not easy to like and makes picking them apart quite fun.

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New fic: Hallow

Hey guys! :D I wrote some fluffy, Halloween-themed fanfic! Is there plot? Nope. But who cares? :’D It’s more of a drabble than anything else, I guess. Just some fun and fluff. Rated T, I guess, if you’re being generous. Just some smooching, nothing serious :) I just tried to make it cute! :D It’s also posted on my Ao3 and FF.net profile if you prefer reading on there :) So yeah, enjoy, and feel free to let me know what you think!! :D Much love and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! :D <33

“Trick or treat!”

A giggling group of young children stand in a huddle in front of Red and Lizzie’s apartment door, smiling brightly in their costumes, candy buckets extended.

“Well, hi there, guys! Wow, you all look great!” Lizzie showers the happy children with praise, straightening the princess's tiara and adjusting the ghost's sheet, while Red tries not to stare adoringly at her and instead offers the big bowl, decorated with ghosts and filled to the brim with candy, to the children.

This is Red and Lizzie’s first Halloween living together as a couple in their adorable, new apartment which is appropriately adorned with flickering, battery-powered candles, plastic pumpkins, and fake cobwebs. (But Lizzie had firmly ousted any form of spider, fake or alive.) They had also spent yesterday afternoon baking orange and green cupcakes and cookies for no other reason than to enjoy some sweet treats and each other’s company.

(Lizzie had gotten particular enjoyment out of repeatedly dotting his face and neck with bright orange buttercream frosting – “It’s a lovely color on you, Ray, really.” – and then licking it off. He couldn’t find it in himself to protest. And he made sure to pay her back in kind later.)

So, they’ve spent the last few days in wonderful companionship, Lizzie taking off work and Red cancelling his appointments, celebrating the holiday with food and scary movies. And Red simply couldn't be happier. Certainly, every day with Lizzie is a gift that he doesn't feel he deserves but the holidays are truly something special. Especially since these are their first ones together.

Red now glances at Lizzie out of the corner of his eye, watching as she makes sure that every child’s candy bucket is filled at least half way, and tries not to look obviously love-struck. But he can’t help but find her absolutely adorable in her costume.

Lizzie had decided to keep it simple this year and opted for the wildly popular, yet somehow not overdone, ‘kitty cat’. She is dressed in all black in thick leggings, a mini skirt, and a soft sweater and her feline look is completed with black cat ears. She also took great pains in front of the mirror earlier in applying cat eye makeup and whiskers. (Red loves how the extra black makeup accentuates her baby blue irises.)

Red manages to break his gaze away from her, not without difficultly, and turns to look out the window at the black night sky, his thoughts turning to past Halloweens. He has never made a big deal out of the holiday and he certainly never put much effort into costumes. The only joy he has ever gotten from this day was taking Jennifer trick-or-treating. He always took much more care with her costume then he ever did with his own. He would spend hours trying to get her hair just right and go to every store to find all the components for an authentic costume. He himself would only dress up if she needed a costume partner. (One year, they went as salt and pepper and it is one of Red's most cherished memories.)

However, those times are long gone and Red has long since accepted that. But Lizzie and her boundless enthusiasm have done much to renew his vigor for the holiday in a different but still wonderful way and he is grateful for that. So, in a moment of tenderness – or perhaps foolishness, he thinks ruefully – he had told her that she could pick his costume this year.

The resulting squeal of delight had been deafening and he had smiled good naturedly, happy to have pleased her. And anything that made Lizzie that happy, he was sure he would enjoy too.

She had taken several days to mull over his costume, putting a lot more serious thought into it than he expected, going through several different ideas and hours of internet searches, before finally settling next to him on the couch one evening last week and announcing her decision: Superman.

He had simply blinked at her. “But why, Lizzie?” he had asked, quite perplexed because no costume, as far as he was aware, could be more unsuitable for him.

“Because I couldn't find any suits of armor.” She had answered simply, smiling at him in a way he didn’t understand.

So, Red had continued to stare at her, starting to worry a little for her sanity, before she sighed and moved to perch herself on his lap, looking deeply into his eyes.

“You're my knight in shining armor, Ray, even if you don't see yourself that way.” She had whispered to him, eyes full of warmth and sincerity. “And, in the absence of a welder to make a suit of armor, I think Superman is a pretty good alternative.” She had smiled in that way again and he found himself smiling back, overwhelmed with love for her. “And it’s a chance to see that fine ass in some tights.” She had added, pecking him on the lips.

“Lizzie,” he had stated firmly, letting her slip off his lap. “I refuse to wear tights. No one can want to see that, even you.”

“I beg to differ!” she had gasped, turning back to him and pressing a hand to her heart. “And, besides, you said I get to pick your costume and that means all of it!”

“Evidently I should have laid down some ground rules.” He had said. “I’m drawing the line at tights, Lizzie. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

She had struggled for a long moment, mouth twitching, before losing the battle and bursting out in giggles at his unintentional pun. He had chuckled along with her and, with some effort, managed to ignore her wide, pleading eyes, which she knows are usually his undoing. Eventually she had given up, sighing dramatically but accepting that she was essentially fighting a losing battle. She had consented to Red’s ‘no tights’ rule but made sure to ensure full jurisdiction over every other aspect of his costume.

(And she had ‘ensured’ such privileges by distracting him with kisses and touches until he didn’t have the presence of mind to say any word other than ‘yes’. An effective method, he must admit.)

But thankfully, she didn’t have anything nearly as humiliating as tights in mind because here is Red, handing out candy to excited young children dressed in his favorite pair of comfy blue jeans, a soft t-shirt with the Superman emblem on it, and a red cape Lizzie had bought and carefully attached to the shoulders of his t-shirt.

(Lizzie learned how to sew in high school. And if it means that Red can learn little facts like this about her, then he will wear any manner of ridiculous costume that she requests.

Except tights.)

He privately thinks that he makes a pretty pathetic Superman but, earlier, when he came out of the bedroom in his costume, Lizzie’s eyes had lit up and she’d moved in close, draping her arms about his shoulders, cooing over how handsome he looked and kissing him with enough abandon that he really couldn’t complain.

He is shaken out of these pleasant memories by Lizzie calling good bye to the gaggle of trick-or-treaters and he quickly waves after the children, who are skipping happily down the hall with their spoils.

“This is fun, isn’t it?” Lizzie closes the apartment door and turns to him, all smiles.

Red can’t help but agree. His favorite part of the night so far has been seeing Lizzie interacting with the children. She’s so wonderful with them, kind and motherly but firm and strong when she needs to be. He feels an all too familiar pang of remorse.

Lizzie would be such a wonderful mother, the perfect balance to his parenting style of ‘spoil like crazy’. She would gladly be the sensible parent but would also take every opportunity to shower their child with praise and love and affection whenever she could.

He sighs. Sometimes he wishes so desperately that they could have children together. And they could, of course, but they both know it would not be wise with their situation and his criminal status. Neither of them could live with the knowledge that they put their child in danger.

He sighs again.

“You all right, Ray?” Lizzie murmurs, rubbing his arm. “Do you wanna call it a night?”

Red pulls himself together. He won’t let these morbid thoughts ruin their first Halloween together.

(Besides, if Red’s learned one thing in life, it’s never say never.)

He turns to Lizzie.

“Call it a night?” he repeats incredulously. “Lizzie, please, it’s barely seven. I’m not that old yet, thank you very much.” He teases her with a smile on his lips and tickling fingers at her waist.

She laughs and squirms in his arms and he laughs a deep laugh before she smothers it by enthusiastically pressing her lips to his.

(Of all the wonderful aspects of their relationship, working and romantic, this part is the most effortless.)

They kiss until they are interrupted by the doorbell ringing again. They pull away reluctantly, gazing at each other wordlessly for a moment before they come back to themselves. Lizzie giggles and wipes some of her lipstick off his face and Red smirks and adjusts her sweater to cover her midriff again where he pushed it up a little too far.

They smile at one another.

After a final smoothing of her hair, Lizzie opens the door, revealing another group of trick-or-treaters, this time including a vampire and a mad scientist.

“Trick-or-treat!”

The night goes on like this, the influx of trick-or-treaters reaching its peak around eight-thirty and starting to taper off somewhere around ten. Red and Liz share intermittent moments in between trick-or-treaters behind their closed door, kissing or talking or snagging their favorite treats out of the candy bowl.

(Black licorice for her and sweet tarts for him.)

When they hear the doorbell or a knock, Lizzie opens the door and greets the children while Red makes sure everyone gets at least one piece of their favorite candy, though he can’t help but sneak an extra piece to any with a particularly creative costume.

(His two favorites were a young girl dressed as a ballerina and an older boy dressed in a suit and fedora. He’s not exactly sure who the boy was portraying but if nothing else he should be credited for his outstanding fashion sense.)

“Well, I think that’s about it for the night, don’t you?” Red sighs as Lizzie closes the door on a Frankenstein and a werewolf hurrying down the hallway with some Milky Ways.

“I think so,” Lizzie agrees, stretching her arms above her head. “We sure went through a lot of candy, didn’t we?”

“We certainly did,” Red glances at the empty bags littering the floor and then peers into the mostly empty bowl. “Still have a few things left though.” He plucks out a Three Musketeers.

“Got any milk duds?” Lizzie asks, peeking over his shoulder.

Red shakes the contents of the bowl. “One left,” he hands it to her and can’t resist lidding his eyes at her. “You’re a lucky girl.” He murmurs.

She opens the small box and shakes a few milk duds in her mouth. “I’ll say.” She hums, eyeing him up and down suggestively.

He rolls his tongue.

She stares at his mouth for a moment before tossing the rest of the milk duds back all in one go, chewing and swallowing in record time.

“Right then,” she says hastily. “I’m gonna go get into my costume.”

Red frowns, glancing up at her head. Her cat ears are still firmly in place. “Costume? Aren’t you already in it?”

“My public costume, yes.” She says easily. “But I have another for our…private enjoyment. It’s decidedly more…adult.”

Red’s mouth drops open.

Oh my. Well, this is a surprise.

“What is it?” he asks hoarsely.

She smirks and heads back to their bedroom, hips swaying a little more than usual. “Let’s just say it rhymes with the word ‘purse’ and…I had to buy a stethoscope.”

Red carelessly tosses the candy bowl on the counter and stalks after Lizzie, growling playfully, sending her sprinting down the hallway, laughing all the way.

Oh, happy Halloween indeed.

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