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footprintsinthesxnd · 3 months

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HBO WAR OC MASTERLIST

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Lois Drake

Lois, born and raised in London, England, joined the SOEs at Bletchley Circle to make a difference to the war effort. She had a good eduction and was already fluent in French and German. She is effective and methodical with her job but not always in her love life. She’s been hurt by men before and so had sworn off love until she met a certain Lieutenant Winters and then everything just seemed to fall into place. Working alongside Easy Company was never going to be an easy feet, especially with the love hate relationship she has going on with Lieutenant Nixon and her friend, Kate’s, relationship with a certain Private Malarkey.

Josephine Nixon (nee Wills)

Josephine Wills was born in Ramsbury and grew up in Littlecote House. She studied Literature at Oxford university until the war began and her parents called her home where they were later evicted from Littlecote House by the government to use their house as regimental HQ for the 506 PIR. Josie never expected to fall for an American, especially not Easy Company’s Intelligence Officer, Lewis Nixon. But love is strange and when Lewis is sent overseas Josie will do anything in her power to follow him. Josie joined the Voluntary Aid Detachment to play her part in the war, working alongside medics and nurses on the front line to make a difference and she loves her job, but loosing patients takes it toll on her.

Florence Lark

Florence had always had an exceptionally beautiful voice. She was working at the local factory when the war broke out and having seen signs for the ENSA she went for an audition. She loved signing for the troops, raising their morale. Her job incidentally took her to Aldbourne where she met David Webster after D-Day. The pair soon became close, bonding over books and art that they loved, and of course music. Florence never expected to fall in love with him but no one could resist his boyish good looks and ch arming personality. But while the war was still raging in Europe the couple had a lot of trails to get through before they can be happy together.

Hugh Armstrong

Hugh was training as an engineer before Pearl Harbour. He quickly answered the call and trained as a pilot joining the 100th Bomb Group flying B-17 Flying Fortress’ across Europe. He is a kindhearted man who had a deep love and admiration for his sister who flies alongside him. He’s very good at boosting morale and will always be ready to have a laugh and a joke. He also gets his fellow pilots involved in multiple baseball games because he’d always loved the sport and it really brings them all together.

Hope Armstrong

She joined up shortly after her brother, training as a flight nurse to help evacuate wounded soldiers from combat zones and provide them with medical care until they reached a hospital. She worked as an orderly in a hospital before the war and dreamed of training as a nurse. She would often fly the Douglas C-47, as well as working in the back with the wounded soldiers. Although her squadron, the Ninth Air Force 806th Medical Evacuation Squadron is based in Berkshire they often land at airfields around England which is incidentally how she finds herself landing in Dickleburgh one day and running into her brother Hugh and the 100th Bomb Group.

Julian Owens

Julian was original born in Wales but he moved to Aldbourne with his parents when he was a teenager. He soon became fast friends with Josie and Jess and the three were inseparable. However, when Julian was a teenager his family moved to New England in the States but he often visited his friend during his summer breaks. Living in the States incidentally cause him to join the 101st Airborne and become a member of Easy Company so when his unit were stationed in Aldbourne Julian was reunited with his childhood friends and their adventures continue throughout the war.

William Beaumont

William Beaumont is a Lancaster Bomber pilot in the RAF. He grew up in Ramsbury and his family were very close to the Wills family. Both William and Josephine’s parents think they would make a good match and William is rather sweet on Josie but despite William’s charm and charisma Josie’s heart belongs to another. But in a world riddled with death and destruction who will come out on top.

Violet Elwood

Violet was born in Morgan City, Louisiana in 1923. She first meets Eugene Roe when he stumbles into her families shop with his sisters and from there their story begins. But Violet has a devastating secret that she’s keeping and it’s sure to break Eugene’s heart. They can only hope their love endures and it doesn’t die as a summer romance.

Maggie Reid

Born and bred in Dorset, England, Maggie plays her part in the war effort joining the Women’s Auxillary Air Force as a mechanic for the RAF Lancaster bombers sharing Thrope Abbott with the 100th Bomb Group. Her best friend and RAF pilot likes to play match maker between Maggie, a certain ground crew member Ken Lemmons, and Navigator Harry Crosby. The question is, which one will she choose?

#hbowar oc masterlist #band of brothers #hbowar #masters of the air #zombie au #easy company

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nevis-the-skeleton · 1 year

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What if TFP Autobot Starscream kept Miko, Raf and Jack inside his jet form, to prevent them all from sneaking into the groundbridge?... What if the 3 learn that Starscream has SUPER ticklish buttons and begin to press them all rapidly?... What if the Autobots came back to see a loudly cackling Starscream, on the floor + begging for help? LOL XD

XD This is going to be fun X) Starscream is not ready XD. Thank you for your request sweety anon ^^

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The Autobots were off on a new mission, and they needed enough of them to go. They all trusted Starscream enough to watch over the base as well as the children. The Seeker was by no means satisfied, much preferring to go on a mission, rather than doing the sparkling-sitter.

He wanted to go flying and going on a mission was the opportunity to do it! But apparently his envy wasn't a good enough justification for the Autobots.

“I'm not a Guardian! Why is it up to me to take care of them?! the jet asked indignantly. They are old enough to take care of themselves!

- Consider it a mission, Screamer. Bulkhead teased.

- What a mission!

- This will allow us to see if we are right to place our trust in you, Starscream. Optimus interjected.

- Y- Your trust…?!

- Yes.

- … But, what if…”

The flyer cut himself off in his speech, not wanting to show his doubts to the others… But, now, he was really afraid of failing… What would happen to him if one of the children got hurt?! Or worse?! So far, Prime hadn't shown any signs of violence towards him, but that could very well change...

Ratchet opened a ground bridge, and tasked Starscream with closing it. The group of Autobots passed through the portal, leaving the Seeker alone with the children. The jet sighed in annoyance, and headed for the machine to close it, when he heard small footsteps heading towards the still-open ground bridge.

The flyer raised his wings in surprise, as Miko was already walking through the portal, followed by the other two. Starscream froze for a moment, as surprise prevented him from moving. He recovered quickly and exclaimed:

“But... but… EH!!"

He caught up with the kids just in time, causing them to scream in shock as he grabbed them all at once. Miko was the one who struggled the most, slapping the Seeker's hand to free herself.

“Let me go! I want to see fights!" exclaimed the Japanese girl.

The jet raised the optics to the sky, not understanding the interest that this kid could have for the fights. It was just crude, worthless stuff, no intelligence behind it except useless brute force.

"There no way I am letting you go! None of you for that matter! You are under my supervision, and I will not tolerate the slightest deviation!

- You're lame! Miko replied, sulking.

- Think what you want, I don't care!"

The Japanese girl crossed her arms, while Starscream put them back on their resting platform. The Seeker decided to work on the new sources of energon, and ordered:

"You don't move from here! If I see any of you leave this platform, I'll lock you up!

- This is abuse! the young girl said indignantly.

- As if you really know what it is!"

The jet went to the base computer, and began working to better triangulate the energon he had detected in the caves, and its exact amount. He heard small footsteps moving again, and when he looked at what the children were doing, he saw that only Raf was left on the platform.

"Primus! For real?!" the flyer got angry, before going again in pursuit of Miko and Jack.

Starscream caught them, but this time he had more difficulty with the Japanese girl, who kept dodging. The Seeker didn't dare go too hard because he was afraid of hurting her, and the young girl was well aware of that. The jet finally managed to get her, and exclaimed:

"Again for Miko, I'm not surprised! But you, Jack!

- I was just trying to stop her! explained the teenager.

- You're only adding work to me!

- But-

- No buts! I promise it! You wil have it! I lock you up!"

The Seeker took one of Ratchet's beakers, and put the three children in it. He didn't want to risk Raf deciding on the same whim as his elders. Of course, that doesn't suit to Miko, who started to get angry at the container, but the jet really didn't care. Let her get angry if she wants, that's not what will get her out early.

Starscream lifted his wings when he heard a high-pitched sound of breaking glass behind him, and he barely had time to turn around for the children to rush towards the ground bridge control machine. Scrap! They knew how to use it?! Why did the Autobots teach them that if they really care about kids not coming with them!

The Seeker went after the human Sparklings again, and he practically had to fight Miko, who kept hitting his fingers with an iron bar she had picked up on the ground. Primus! Did the Autobot who take care of them usually go through this every day, or was it just with him?!

The jet finally managed to get all three of them, even the most stubborn, and walked back to the computer where he was working. The problem was that he couldn't continue his research under these conditions! He just have to turn his back for five seconds for the children to attempt their lives!

Locking them up didn't work either, and he still couldn't spend his day staring at them! The best solution would be for them to be with him all the time, but even then Miko might try to run away, right under his optics! That's when Starscream came up with an idea! It wasn't great, but it was a way to solve his problem!

The Seeker opened his cockpit, and put the children inside, despite their exclamations of indignation. Miko was the loudest screamer, of course, but the jet didn't care. There, he wished good luck to this reckless kid to find a way out.

"I'm going to smash your cockpit! the Japanese girl shouted, more in the form of a threat than a real warning.

- I would like to see you try! teased the jet.

- Know that Ratchet already tried to lock us up like that once, and we made him regret it bitterly!

- I'm not Ratchet!"

Suddenly, Starscream felt a strange sensation inside his cockpit, which couldn't stop him from laughing. He put a hand over his mouth, surprised at his own reaction, and really didn't understand how the feeling could have made him laugh like that.

"It's better when you're laughing than when you're grumpy! Miko smiled.

- I confess. nodded Jack.

- Just like Ratchet!" added Raf.

The sensation returned, and the Seeker raised his wings, before exclaiming:

“Oh! But what exactly are you doing?!

- We're looking for your ticklish spots!" replied the Japanese girl.

"Ticklish"?! What did that even mean?! The jet couldn't really go further in his thoughts, because the feeling came back, much stronger, which he was doing that he kept laughing uncontrollably.

Starscream began to roll on the floor laughing, when it was now simply impossible to stand. He opened his cockpit, to force the children out and thus stop this far too new sensation, but Miko simply took the opportunity to jump on his head, shouting:

“Yaah!! Tickle Attack!!!

- Aaah! Let go of me! Get off me, you little monster!!!" yelled the Seeker, half-laughing in spite of himself.

When the Autobots returned, they were met with a strange sight, as they witnessed the jet being technically beaten by the children on the ground. Ratchet was the one who intervened, and he easily understood how the little humans had gone about putting Starscream down like this. He had already suffered it once, and could only sympathize.

The others had never really experienced it, but from what they had seen, they could only tell themselves that it was apparently particularly effective against them. After that, the Seeker was adamant that he would never watching the kids again. He didn't want to have to deal with that terrible weapon that was the tickles ever again.

#tfp #transformers prime #starscream #transformers #maccadam #tfp starscream #autobots #miko nakadai #jack darby #raf esquivel #story resquest #what if #thanks lovely anon #fluff #there a fight #kinda XD

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Opposing Counsel Ch 1

Warnings: language, smut.

Rafael Barba walked into the small dive bar not exactly thrilled with the environment, but it was a block away from his apartment, and he didn’t want to deal with the squad after that shit show of a trial. He also didn’t want to deal with the 3 piece suit, having gone home to change quickly first, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a navy Henley. The bar wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty, considering it was a Tuesday night he figured most of the patrons were regulars, especially considering the wood was rather occupied, and everyone seemed to be familiar with the bartender. There were a few open spots, one next to you, which he figured was the best choice.

You were occupied with your phone while you picked at the plate of fries in front of you, dressed in worn jeans and a tank top, what looked like a cozy workout zip up pulled over top, the sleeves rolled up. Your hair was loose, cascading around your shoulders, and Rafael couldn’t help but feel an attraction towards you, so completely different from his everyday life. You barely noticed him approaching, nearly jumping as his voice interrupted your train of thought.

“Mind if I sit..” He gestured to the empty chair. You met his gaze, green eyes softly boring into yours, you smiled, placing your phone down.

“Not at all.”

“Thanks.” He moved into the chair, eyes surveying the liquor bottles behind the bar before the bartender came over to him, he ordered a double scotch, while you asked for a second gin and soda when she asked how you were doing.

“Rough day? Or is that your usual?” Rafael took in your smirk as your lips closed around the straw of your drink.

“Is both an acceptable answer?”

“I suppose so…” You giggled lightly, which made Rafael swoon a little bit, you extended your hand, “Y/N.” He took it in his, warm and electrifying,

“Rafael.” He smirked over at you, “You spend a lot of times at dive bars?” You openly laughed at that, throwing your head back, Raf not missing how much he suddenly wanted to bury his mouth against your bare neck.

“It’s close to home, and they’ve got amazing fries.” You countered, moving the basket closer to him, inviting him to take one.

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A few hours passed as you and Rafael continued your flirting, you’d talked about your childhoods, reminiscing about all the silly things you did as kids, laughing together easily, the chemistry flowing through you with comfortable ease. You spoke about your favourite movies, books and more, surprised when the lists were very similar. The air was thick with a lustful tension, you couldn’t help but find your hand tracing up against his thigh as you moved closer together, not shocked when his hand gripped your bicep, moving your attention to his eyes.

“I..don’t suppose you’d be interested in getting out of here?” Rafael decided it was now or never to be bold, what were the chances of him running into you anywhere else? And he certainly wasn’t planning on returning to the dive bar (though if it guaranteed getting to see you…he just might…) You shot him a smirk, a glint in your eyes,

“Thought you’d never ask.” Rafael threw down some cash, insisting that he was covering your tab too before you left the bar, making the quick escape over to his apartment. He welcomed you into his home, moving to kick off his shoes as you stepped out of yours, eyes exploring the place. It was almost too neat, like he never spent any time there, or had a maid service that came on Tuesday afternoons.

“Can I offer you a drink?” He spoke out, breaking the comfortable silence, you turned, moving back towards the kitchen island where he stood. You reached out, boldly taking his hand, pulling his body to yours, hands settling behind his neck.

“I think we both know I didn’t come for a drink.” You murmured against him, lips inches apart. He could feel your hot breath on his face, the smell of your perfume intoxicating his senses as his hands found their spot on your hips. Bold as you were, you let him take control, waiting for Rafael to close the gap between you, lips meeting yours in a soft but assuring kiss while he tugged your body against his. His tongue slid across your lips, you willingly parted them, granting access to your mouth, tongues swirling against each other in passion. As the kiss deepened you felt his hand slip down the curve of your ass, cupping it gently before giving a cheek a gentle smack. You moaned against him, scratching through the back of his hair, hips naturally rolling against his body. Your hands found the hem of his Henley, nails lightly scratching their way up his chest underneath the shirt, he groaned against your lips, pulling away to allow you to tear the shirt off. His green eyes drank you in, blown with lust, a fire behind them as you stripped off your own shirt revealing the lacy red excuse of a bra underneath. Rafael’s hands tickled softly at the bare skin of your sides,

“Do you think we should take this to the bedroom?” His voice was quiet, you let out a small giggle, ever so articulate even in the heat of the moment.

“Unless you wanna fuck me against the kitchen counter I’d say that’s a good idea.” Rafael nearly paused, because he very much indeed did want to fuck you against the counter, hell, on about every surface in his house. He deduced that the bed was probably the best choice for the first time, practically dragging you down the hallway. You wrestled each other out of your jeans, hands and lips tracing each others body leaving trails of tingling heat behind them. Rafael’s hands groped and pinched at your breasts, letting your bra fall to the floor he leant down, pulling one into his mouth before the other.

You let out a lust filled moan, feeling the wetness drip into your panties, you pulled Rafael up to your lips for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongues. You bit into his lip, tugging it away from him, a smirk evident on your face as you slowly dropped to you knees. He let out a breathy groan when you cupped him through his briefs, your fingers toying with the waistband as you left a trail of messy kisses across his hip bones before freeing him from the briefs. You were more than pleasantly surprised at the heaviness of his cock, it was thick, and you already knew it was going to feel fucking amazing.

Spreading the pre cum around it you gave him a few gentle jerks, his hips jutting towards you as he muttered something in Spanish. You chuckled, licking him from the base up, your lips encasing him, taking him halfway into your mouth before pulling back up. Rafael swore, letting out a heavy moan, the wetness and warmth of your mouth felt incredible as it encased his cock. His hands buried into your hair, tugging roughly as you took all of him in, gagging lightly as he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck Carino…” He murmured, “Feels so good…” You hummed around him, hands coming up to cradle his balls, massaging gently, “Can you handle more?” You popped off his dick, a string of saliva connecting it to your mouth. Fuck did he ever think that was hot.

“Yes Sir…”

“Good girl.” A thumb caressed your cheek before moving back into your hair, guiding you roughly back onto his cock as he began to fuck your face. You moaned around him, nails scratching into his thighs, while your other hand softly squeezed his balls. You’d taken a bet with yourself earlier in the evening that he was definitely going to be dominant, and you were more than pleased that you were right, basking in him taking control. Rafael was turning into a whimpering mess above you, not only was the feeling of your mouth absolute ecstasy but you’d submitted so easily, and you looked so fucking gorgeous with your mouth around his cock. He roughly pulled you off, tugging you up by your hair for a searing kiss, groaning at the taste of himself on your tongue before pushing you back onto the bed.

You were quick to shove your panties down, baring yourself to the man in front of you, he pinned your arms above your head as he bit against the taut skin of your neck, grinding his hard on against you. Gasping and wriggling under his body, you mewled, begging for more friction on your sensitive nerves. One of Rafael’s hands moved down your body, finding the slick seeping out of your folds, he chuckled darkly,

“You’re soaking Carino…” He plunged a thick finger in, groaning himself at the feel of your warm walls constricting against him. After a few pumps he added a second one, stretching you out, preparing your cunt for the thickness of his cock.

“Rafa!” You gasped against his neck, pleading for more. He responded by beginning to roll your clit with his thumb, curling his fingers expertly as he added a third. He spiralled them around, rolling harder on your clit, his lips met yours again, plunging his tongue into your mouth, not able to get enough of the taste of you. You whined against his mouth as you felt your body tingling, exploding with pleasure, gripping onto Rafael’s bicep, nails creating little half moons from the intensity. You panted against his mouth, pulling away from the kiss, head thrown back in euphoria.

“God you’re beautiful when you cum.” He muttered against you. Leaning over to the bedside table he dug through the drawer before pulling out a condom, rolling it into his cock, he spanked the side of your hip, “Hands and knees Chiquita.” You instantly complied, more than ready for what was about to come. Shivering at the feeling of his tip running through your folds, still sensitive from your first orgasm before he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. Rafael let out a hearty groan at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, moving until he was fully seated inside you. He slowly retreated, you let out a whimper as he dragged past your g-spot, a small yelp when you felt a series of spanks across your reddening cheeks.

“Rafael…please…” You begged, he let out a dark chuckle, then began pounding into you. You dropped to your elbows, burying your face amongst the pillows. Fuck. He was filling you completely, the vigorous thrusts forcing you down into the bed, your body burning with utter desire. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, whimpers, moans and groans. Rafael swore when your walls started fluttering against him, spanking you again, hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked you into the mattress. Fuck did you ever feel good wrapped around him, your little breathy moans leading him on, you took his cock so well, and you looked absolutely stunning as you did so. You were absolutely wrecked, blissed out, the way you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning out his name as your pussy clenched tightly onto his cock was too much, a few more spastic thrusts and he was done for, collapsing over you, trailing kisses across your bare skin as you both regained control.

Panting, he gently pulled out, moving to the en suite to toss the condom and freshen up. You rolled over in the bed, attempting to catch your breath. Wow. You certainly hadn’t expected your night to end this fantastically, your body shivering in aftershocks. Rafael reentered the room, taking in the gorgeous view of your naked body sprawled on his bedsheets, a silky sheen of sweat glistening off your body, breasts heaving as you came back down to earth. Maybe he should start frequenting more dive bars. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to give you a kiss, lingering as you scratched your hand through his dark hair.

“That was….something…” You breathed out, pushing up to sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

“Certainly was.” He smirked, “Offer for that drink still stands.” You laughed, moving through the room to start to gather your clothing,

“Thank you, but I really should get going.” He followed your suit, pulling his briefs back on.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” You shot a smile, “I’ve got an early work thing.” You could see the tiniest hint of worry in his eyes, smirking, you picked up a pen from the dresser, etching your phone number on today’s date on his wall calendar. Moving to kiss him one last time, “Call me.” With a wink, you were gone into the New York night.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #opposing counsel

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silver-rings-and-rabbits · 9 months

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I've just finished chapter 9 of Open Heart Second Year and wanted to share my thoughts at the halfway point (ch 10-11 are another world entirely). It's a long post and probably repeats all the arguments that have been made since the original release...but I'm gonna post anyway.

When Second Year started, I couldn't decide which romance route to take. I genuinely restarted the first chapter several times, but EVENTUALLY I settled on Ethan. And...I got bored. He was there all the time and I just didn't feel anything like I did in book 1 (the opera scene had me in a chokehold for a while). Meanwhile, Raf had apparently broken up with MC and had a new partner which was leaving me intrigued on how it would go (sweet naivety before I saw the ch 10 draft). So during the first hiatus, between ch 8-9, I replayed the whole lot for Rafael.

The difference is stark. For two people who aren't allowed to be together, MC and Ethan sure ended up spending a lot of time alone together. They sure held hands a lot. MC sure had a lot of extra flirty dialogue. Yet Rafael appears briefly every couple of chapters to talk about how he would risk his life for another (I should have seen the signs sooner) then disappears back to his new partner that we still know nothing about. Most of the pining for Rafael was in my imagination and personal interpretation of the scenes.

Players were willing to justify this with 'Ethan is our boss' and 'we work on the same team so obviously they will spend time together'. Bryce and Jackie are our best friends or partners, Jackie is our freaking ROOMMATE and we don't see them at all?

Furthermore, we have two brand new characters in June and Baz and barely spent any time with them because Ethan had to be front and centre. I would have happily spent diamonds to get to know either of them one-on-one. But no...

An idea: instead of Ethan having a professional diamond scene every chapter (patient's house visit, visiting the art gallery, making a pictagram account), this is where June or Baz come in. Especially if Ethan also had a personal diamond scene in the chapter. Open Heart was popular because of its diverse cast after all (including Ethan, yes, but there was someone for everyone in book 1).

FURTHER furthermore, one of the 'plots' of this book was MC teaching their own intern, Esme Ortega. And we had a diamond scene to take her with us on Diagnostic work, a diamond scene to mentor her around six chapters later, and...a few quick scenes of MC giving her some work to do. That's it. Because even though being a mentor is part of MCs job, it's not nearly as important as Ethan's screen time.

I've played all four romance routes, and obviously Ethan's had the most content (his romance route v platonic route is night and day!!). Raf's route was completely empty to the point where it made sense to me that MC was in the hospital with Ethan all the time because they didn't want to spend their free time sitting at home nursing a broken heart. But Bryce and Jackie's routes had no reason for that. There's almost no reason to play the chapters without them and it's no surprise their fans started dropping away. All the signs pointed to one LI being killed off, but the other two didn't have anything to hope for either so why stick around?

Chapter 8 is the baseball game and we get to spend time with Bryce and Keiki, AND practice baseball with some friends. Probably the most friend group content we saw since the chapter 5 music festival. I enjoyed being rude to Landry (again, my MC is too stressed and upset at this point to spend energy being nice to him) but I didn't like how my response to him determined how the two sides interacted. Just because I'm rude to Landry doesn't mean I don't want to meet Sienna's med school friends at Kenmore. We then get to go back with Ethan for dinner or go home alone. I don't suppose it would have killed PB to put some kind of friend group scene in as an alternative? They did in book 1...

Chapter 9 is where the emotions really pick up as we have Kyra's cancer getting worse. Man, I love well-written angst. When MC is overwhelmed and has to calm down in a supply closet they are discovered by...June. Who at this point is becoming the villain (despite the fact this plot line would have only made sense if you were romancing 1/4 LIs).

Another idea: we get to choose which LI discovers us, just like in book 1! We could have a rare moment of softness with Jackie because it kills her that she can't help the situation. It could have been the catalyst for Bryce to look into radical gore-tex surgeries as a last resort. Or we could have had a painful heart-to-heart with Rafael, maybe MC being standoffish because he's their ex or open and desperately wishing Raf could comfort them as before. The possibilities are endless, but we can't waste time (or money) on those guys.

Speaking of Rafael, this is the infamous chapter ending:

Like a punch in the heart. But possibly what hurt more was the fact that chapter 10 opened with - of all things - a time jump to a few days later with the Senator coming to Edenbrook!! Because that's the Diagnostic team which is the only thing that matters! In fact, Rafael isn't mentioned until around two thirds of the way through when the narration - of all things - casually mentions that he is in fact moving to BRAZIL. More fool me, I thought he was just moving to another state, but no. Another freaking country. There is no way that would have been an easy conversation, especially on his romance route, but it's yet another conversation that happens OFF-SCREEN for the reader to be hastily informed later.

Book 2 began with a recap that omitted Rafael completely, despite the fact his superhero complex was going to be 'plot point' of book 2. Luckily he does appear in the next recap but this scene has been retconned with him saying 'I'm moving to Brazil' (if I remember to get a screenshot of that later, I'll post it).

PB tried to justify all this with 'Open Heart is a mature story...exploring themes of heartbreak and loss' (and some players will still believe that), but it never was. If it was, we would have seen the break-up between MC and Rafael, we would have been able to talk with Raf about his suspension in detail and how it was affecting him, and we would have SEEN THIS VERY CONVERSATION. But all the resources went into Ethan and his parents, Ethan and his morals, Ethan cooking a chicken.

I get it, he was a big moneymaker. I myself contributed once upon a time. But that doesn't justify throwing out the rest of your characters. (My school sold out my year group to get some money, and in doing so lost all credibility with a generation of girls). Like I said before, Open Heart was good because of ALL it's characters that we had grown to love and PB now wanted to chuck those out. Unless a LI had absolutely 0% interest, you write for them or you don't put them in the story (and we all know where that leads us: single LI books). Why alienate Bryce, Raf and Jackie romancers when, for all you know, they might be Sam Dalton's biggest fans? (The biggest book I can think of that was releasing at the same time as Open Heart). This whole thing was a stupid, stupid decision by PB and it has nothing to do with Rafael.

I hope there were people on the OH team who knew this was a bad idea from the start. I hope the higher-ups started sweating at the reactions to Sora and the ending to chapter 9, and I hope the smart ones on the team felt unbelievably smug about being right.

#open heart #playchoices #rafael aveiro #i really hope to get this out my system soon #three years is long man #long post

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linkysmommy · 7 months

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now that it's all out- did you have a favorite li to write for while making your OH short story? loved reading it btw!!

Thank you so much for the ask! And I'm so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

As an Ethanmancer, I must say that his scenes were the most fun for me to write, and the easiest. Besides him, I honestly really enjoyed writing for Aurora and MC! I enjoyed finally getting them together, and I think their scene together in ch 4 is pretty cute, if I do say so myself.

I actually got pretty stumped in chapter 4 with all the variants for a couple weeks, because I wanted to make each one unique and special instead of copy pasted, but kept running out of ideas and inspiration haha. So some of my buddies, @immemorialmarketeer and @shionch, were so sweet to help me with the big romantic scenes for Raf and Jackie in the final chapter. So shout out to them for helping me with those scenes and constantly reminding me that I needed to finish this story 😘

#ask #anon #playchoices #open heart

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master-john-uk · 1 year

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30th January 1965 - The funeral of Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill, KG, OM, CH, TD, PC, DL, FRS (30 November 1874 -- 24 January 1965).

Churchill's beloved country residence, Chartwell in Westerham, Kent is very close to where I live, and my grandparents were good friends with Winston and Clementine. (My own claim to fame is that I once took afternoon tea with the great man and his lady wife at Chartwell, although I was only 2 or three years old at the time.)

Churchill first met Princess Elizabeth when she was nine years old, and during his first term as Prime Minister in WWII became a close friend of her father, King George VI. Their weekly meetings often involved lunch and sometimes lasted for several hours.

When Princess Elizabeth became Queen during Churchill's second term as Prime Minister in 1952, he was able to offer the new Monarch support and advice, both "professionally", and at a personal level.

On the day of Churchill's funeral, The Queen broke with royal etiquette by being one of the first to arrive at St Paul's Cathedral. This day was to honour to Sir Winston Churchill.

Following the service at at Paul's Cathedral, Churchill's coffin was carried by a bearer party from the Grenadier Guards to the Tower of London. This procession took 18 minutes, and is the longest distance a coffin had been carried by pallbearers at any state funeral.

From Tower Pier, Churchill's coffin was transported along the Thames to Festival Pier on the South Bank by MV Havengore. As the boat set-sail, 16 RAF English Electric Lightning jets flew over in formation. As the vessel proceeded along the river, 36 dock workers at Hay's Wharf lowered the jibs of their cranes in an unplanned, and unrehearsed mark of respect. Churchill's grandson, Nicholas Soames later said that this unexpected tribute, "undid us all!"

From Festival Pier, Churchill's coffin was transported to Waterloo Station and loaded onto a train to take him to his final resting place in Oxfordshire.

Why Waterloo? There is no direct railway link to Oxford! Waterloo Station was chosen by Sir Winston as the departure point for his funeral train. He knew that General de Gaulle, his French wartime ally would be present. Although Winston and Charles de Gaulle were friends, there was always a rivalry between the pair harking back to the historic conflicts between England and France. Churchill chose Waterloo as a final V-sign to his French friend!

Churchill's original funeral wish was to be cremated, and for his ashes to be buried under the croquet lawn at Chartwell. A couple of years before he died, Winston visited his father's grave at Bladon, in sight of his ancestral home of Blenheim Palace, Oxfordshire. He reportedly tapped the ground with his walking cane and said, "This is my place... Right here!" And that is where the great English gentleman rests today.

Music: "Thaxted" (Jupiter from The planets Suite) composed by Gustav Holst.

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