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luvverslair · 15 days

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i saw that your requests were open so i was wondering if you could write about tf141 + the los vaqueros relationship with a medevac/medic reader. the reader would be independent and head strong but very empathetic and caring when it comes to their teammates (especially when they’re injured or reckless). thank you 🩷

hi !! thank you so much for your request, this is so cute i’d also to to apologize as i’ve never written for Rodolfo but I tried my best !! either way i hope you enjoy this was so fun to write !!

Price: Price would adore you, he was the kind of person who loved getting taken care of, when Laswell had insisted they get a medic. When Price first met you, he had gotten banged up on the field, as he walked into you clinic you introduced yourself as Y/n. You immediately got to patching him up, he asked if you needed any help but you strongly answered “No” which he liked, he liked that you were kind and would ask him what happened to him listeningto him ventbut never dumbed your self down for him or anyone do that matter. he definitely started not dreading getting injured as much with the promise he would see you.

Ghost: Ghost had always been the one to say he was “Fine” or his injuries weren't “That bad” when in truth they were, so he hadn't yet met you until he had to. He got severely injured while on a mission and was dragged by Price to your clinic, when he stepped inside you helped him by strongly commanding Price on where to sit him down and what to do while you grabbed supplies, Ghost found this interesting, who knew the medic would be bossing the captain around? But none when you started working on him you began asking him What happened and you began to losen up and even said “Im sorry that happened…” to which he responded “It’s okay love not you fault, thanks for patching me up” and after that day he came to visit you more frequently, while he would still keep small injures to himself he began to become more open with you.

Soap: Johnny knew you were coming in as the new medic the second he overheard Laswell talking about it, he had gone to your clinic on your first day to greet you not expecting you to be so, gorgeous? he immediately started playfully flirting with you as he introduced himself you introduced yourself then shut his attics down by saying “Well thanks for…this but if there’s nothing wrong with you I have stuff to do.” He sighed leaving your clinic, he would greet you everytime you passed each other to which you would respond but never indulged in his corny pick up lines. That was until one day he came in with a pretty bad wound, as you saw him walk into your clinic you sighed saying “Soap im deep in paper work right now I don’t have time for…” as you looked his direction examining him once again you realized his injury, you helped him on the table, once you started patching him up you sighed before saying “Sorry for being rude earlier I had no idea you were hurt” he smiled at you before saying “Oh do you only like me when i’m bleeding out do ya?” you gave him a glare before he said “I’m just kiddin around lass, it’s quite alright” you smiled at him mentally deciding maybe you would give him a chance.

Gaz: When you first met Gaz, you didn’t really pay any mind to him, he would come in and out of the clinic for stuff. Up until now it was all minor injuries things like scratches, cuts nothing major, he would also thank you and be in his mary way, you would hear his fellow teammates joking with him outside and from what you could gather he had somewhat of a “crush” on you. You found he sweet but payed it no mind as you were to busy to deal with things like that. That was up until today when he had came to you very sick, he had a very fever and could barley keep his head up, you began grabbing medicine as you asked him sternly “Why didn’t you come in earlier? this could be serious Gaz.” to which he mutter out “M sorry I didn’t wanna bother you…” your face soften as you walked up to him handing him the medicine and a glass of water while holding a cool rag to his head, after a few moments you finally spoke out “Your never a bother, Gaz, Just promise me next tell you come in when you start to feel sick?” he looked up at you before smiling back “Promise.”

Alejandro: You had met Alejandro when a helicopter had taken you over to a battlefield, he had been fighting along side Price and the others and had been severely wounded, when you got over to him you began working on him, he was making sly flirtatious conversation with you to which you shushed him as so you could focus. After you fixed him up enough to make it back to a hospital he was taken by helicopter to one. You didn’t see him for a few days after until he stopped by your office knocking to caught your attention, You looked up at him saying “Hey, how are you feeling you healing up ok?” to which he smirked back at you replying “Oh yeah i’ll be fine, just wanted to come by to thank you for helping me out there probably would’ve died if it wasn’t for you” you scoffed back saying “I’m sure you would’ve been alright, but no problem try and stay safer next time hm?” he turned around and while he was walking out he said “Will do, doc”

Rodolfo: Rudy had been dragged into you clinic by Alejandro after he suffered a nasty stab wound, you began inspecting the wound before turning to Alejandro and saying “Could ya give me some space i can feel you breaking down my neck, I promise i’ll take care of him.” Alejandro put his hands in the air in a sign of defeat as he left the clinic, Rudy laughed while saying “You know how to tell someone off I see eh?” you scoffed back replying “I guess you could say that…how’s your wound feeling? I’m almost done patching you up and I gave you a shot for the pain but if you need anything just say.” He looked at you inspecting you for a moment before saying “ll be fine, thank you for helping me out.” you responded back “No problem just get some rest will ya” he smirked back at you saying “Will do, Doc”

ahh this was so fun to write !! I don’t know if I did your request justice and I feel like i could’ve done better but I hope you enjoy !! thank you again for requesting and feel free to leave any and all feedback.

luv, luvver

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 months

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Hi there! So i hope you dont mind me requesting the BB league elite four members + Kieran with a disabled reader who used to be a former BB league elite four member themself (Romantic for Drayton and platonic for the others)

So basically, the reader used to be the fifth ranked member of BB league elite four but after Kieran became the BB league champion, they lost their rank to Crispin and now is the sixth ranked member. Though, they dont have any hard feelings and still see the elite four members as their friends

the reader had an accident when they were younger and now uses a wheelchair to move around. They have a gardevoir who they raised since she was a ralts and now helps her trainer with stuff (so maybe there’s something the reader needs but it’s on the top shelf, Gardevoir will then just use psychic and bring it down for them or maybe the reader wanted to try walking with a cane, if the reader fall, Gardevoir will catch them with psychic) and a Hisuian Braviary to help them get to places in the terrarium (if some hisuian pokemon still exist in this generation, who’s to say that Hisuian Braviary still exist as well)

With permission from the director, Gardevoir was allowed out of her ball to help the reader which then leads to a misconception where people think the reader is a psychic type trainer due to Gardevoir and Hisuian Braviary, when in fact they’re not. They are actually a ghost type trainer but they never bother to clear the misconception bc its funny to see people’s faces when people see their ghost type team.

Hope you have a lovely day/night btw!

- 🪷 anon

Oooh in regards to Hisuian Pokemon, I have a hc that they are extremely rare and got isekai'd to the present via space-time distortion bubbles (like opposite of how Porygon and Johtonian Sneasel were transported to Hisui)

Anyways these hcs sorta took off on their own haha, so they're under the cut!

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Drayton

Despite being wheelchair-bound for most of your life, that never stopped you from joining the BB Elite Four and becoming the fifth ranked member practically overnight.

Around that time, you and Drayton were dating, and during his champion days, he always tried to make time for you and put his duties on the backburner.

He knows you value your independence and will only help you out with stuff if asked.

But usually it's your two psychic types that assist you. They don't battle much, but rather work as your medical support Pokémon.

Gardevoir, a sweet lass you've raised since she was a Ralts, uses Psychic to retrieve things for you that are just a little out of your reach in the store.

One good days, you could walk around with a cane...but if they turn bad (ie your chronic pain acts up) she'll use Heal Pulse as a temporary remedy.

She also pushes your chair around in case your arms get tired, taking you around to accessible spots.

Director Cyrano gave you permission to let her stay outside her pokeball 24/7 so she can properly work.

You also have a Hisuian Braviary--who literally travelled across time and space to meet you--that flies you around the Terarium, letting you climb on their back while their talons securely hold onto your folded chair.

With those two often out and about, there's a common misconception about you being the Elite Four's psychic specialist...when in reality you have a ghost type team.

Many challengers find that out the hard way when they clear your trial and send their ghosts against you....only for you to reveal your own ghostly duo that hit back twice as hard.

Drayton loves watching your matches from the sidelines and laughs every time he sees their shocked faces.

He even proposed an idea that your team should remain a mystery up until the moment of battle.

All is well until Kieran comes along and dethrones him, which demotes you to the sixth ranking member..while Crispin takes your spot.

It wasn't exactly a position you liked, since it's on the cusp of disqualifying you as an elite member.

But you weren't mad at anybody over this...if anything you had to make sure Drayton didn't get too mad at Kieran.

Eventually, though, he learns that he could spend more time with you and has less responsibilities on his plate (ofc he's still petty, as we all know during Indigo Disk).

Despite his lax personality, he wants to do all he can to support you and defend you from harassment.

This man would definitely find excuses to carry you around.

"Oh why don't cha give your Pokémon a break and let me help you over here?" He suggests and you end up accepting his offer, letting him carry you from your wheelchair to the sofa in the club room...which is literally five feet away.

Still, you let him do what he wants.

Plus getting to cuddle is a nice bonus.

Kieran

You once knew him as this sweet shy kid who used to be scared of your Hisuian Braviary, always asking if they're gonna hypnotize him.

"No, Kiki..they just help me get around places."

"...a-are you sure? Because they're starin' at me kinda weird.."

"That's how they normally are."

Plus he (like many students) falsely believed you had a psychic team when you're actually the Elite Four's ghost-type specialist.

He admired that "element of surprise" you brought to the table and dreamed of the day he could challenge you himself.

But one trip to his hometown and back later...he's suddenly the Champion, a shell of his former self, who only sees Pokémon as tools for battle.

You wonder what happened to him, although apparently he had a bad falling out with some exchange student and took his angst out on everyone at BBA.

Getting you knocked down to the sixth rank was something he never really apologized for.

Despite that, he didn't tolerate people who talked shit about you, your ranking, your medical condition, or why your Pokémon get to roam more freely than their own.

"At least [y/n] is still out there training their team every day. At least they're turning their hardships into strength. What's your excuse?"

"I-I didn't mean any offense, Kieran! Listen, I'll apologize to them and-"

"Oh, you will...after we have a battle so I can assess your strength. No potions. No moves that boost attack, speed, or defense. If you lose, you resign. You have one hour to prepare."

Sometimes, you're not sure if he's genuinely looking out for you...or if he just wanted an excuse to bully club members around.

While he's aware that Gardevoir and Hisuian Braviary are mainly your medical support 'mons, he still thinks they can always try out battling.

"They could be the ones who help you climb the ranks again [y/n]. Surely you're tired of being in last place, aren't you?"

Yet the advice he believes is helpful is usually unwarranted half the time.

You could just be casually talking to a friend about how your opponent out-sped you and/or used Light Screen/Reflect...

Only for Kieran to barge into the conversation with "well maybe you should've taught Braviary Tailwind/Defog..but I guess you don't have the time for that" or something passive-aggressive that just makes you both uncomfortable.

Your psychic types are honestly annoyed by his new attitude..and you're just disheartened by how he acts around Drayton now.

You and him dating never bothered Kieran before, but now he just glares at your bf 24/7 and scoffs loudly if you're talking about anything except battling.

Despite everything, you knew he was going through something difficult, so you tried not to take his words to heart. You still saw him as a friend.

Someone who was just misguided in his ambitions.

After his humbling defeat and adventure into Area Zero, he comes back with extreme guilt, with you being the first elite member he apologizes to.

He especially feels shitty for distracting your psychic types from doing their jobs properly with his constant nagging to battle them.

But you forgive him, thanking him properly for all the times he's stood up for you.

And you do end up taking some of his unsolicited advice.

You invite him to a friendly double-battle when he returns from break and brought out Braviary and Gardevoir, using Tailwind and terastalizing one of them into a ghost type.

It turns out that whenever they're not working, they battle in perfect sync.

Crispin

In the beginning, this chef boi wondered how your two psychic types help you with your daily life, and you just explain everything as simply as you could to him during a picnic.

"So Gardevoir pushes me around, retrieves stuff I can't reach, and helps me manage my pain. Braviary just flies me around the Terarium....any questions?"

"Just one......do you use Braviary because the taxis here don't accommodate your wheelchair?" He assumes, already starting to fume. "How outrageous! That's not-!"

"Calm down, Crispy..they do. I'm just saying that I'd rather fly with Brave most of the time. It's not only convenient, but more fun for me."

"...o-oh, right. Sorry for getting all fire-up back there.." He gushes.

After learning how hard they work, he absolutely wants to make sure they're fed well everyday! Snacks alone won't sustain them. He knows this for sure.

So he's always cooking them up something, often wanting their opinion on the meals and sandwiches: are they too spicy or not spicy enough?

The same goes for your ghost types, too (especially if you have a Chandelure, Ceruledge, and/or Skeledirge on your team).

But after Kieran becomes the new champion and Crispin takes your rung on the League's ladder..he feels really awful and constantly apologizes for pretty much replacing you.

He should feel good about climbing closer to the top, but he doesn't, as he cried over the possibility of you hating him forever or resigning from the club because of him.

When you confronted him, he tried blaming the onions.

But your Gardevoir--one of the most emotionally-intuitive Pokémon out there--saw through his lie, and you had to reassure him he was still your friend.

You kept telling him you weren't mad....until you almost got mad fr because he wouldn't stop asking if you were 100% sure of that.

To prove it you, your psychic pokemon, and your ghost team all split one of the spiciest sandwiches he's ever made.

By the time it was finished, you were convinced you just learned the move Flamethrower.

Yet seeing that bright smile return to Crispin's face made it worth the agony.

Lacey

She loves hearing that you have a Gardevoir (or just cute ghost Pokémon in general).

If you have a Mimikyuu on your team, that's a plus in her book.

But regardless, she's the first to give you a warm welcome into the Elite Four, explaining the criteria and tests you had to pass in order to be accepted as a member.

Yet even outside of battle, she quickly discovers that your ghosts are still mischievous at best--always playing pranks on her fairies with moves like Phantom Force, Shadow Sneak, Astonish, and Poltergeist.

Ofc they never mean any harm, but when she hears Whimsicott squeal in fright, she's quick to come to its rescue and scold the perpetrator.

If you have a Gengar, it just laughs and mocks them both until it hears you roll up like "that wasn't very nice, y'know...apologize to Lacey and Whimsicott right now, please".

Even if it's a little defiant, a glare from Gardevoir or Hisuian Braviary is enough to make it relent and apologize.

Speaking of whom, seeing an ancient variant of Braviary did frighten Lacey upon first meeting them (especially with their hypnotic-looking faux flaming "eyes").

But over time she grows to like them, seeing how obedient and gentle they are with helping you get you around the Terarium.

If you have any decal on your chair, she'll suggest adding a few more things to make it "cuter". Like stickers of fairy types or a soft pillow for your back.

When you get demoted to the sixth rank in the League, she bought you those exact things to cheer you up, feeling bad that things turned out the way they did

But you expressed zero grudges towards anyone and appreciated her kindness.

Her Granbull always offers his tummy to you should you wanna rest somewhere--even though this makes Braviary a little jealous bc they're supposed to be your favorite resting spot.

Their rivalry is amusing, but Gardevoir often has to come to her fellow psychic type's rescue.

Meanwhile you're just sitting back and snickering at their banter, while poor Lacey begs you not to encourage this behavior.

Amarys

When you both first met, you found her personality rather off-putting, assuming she was doubting your capabilities of being an Elite Four Member despite passing all the tests.

She never seemed happy for you, her face always blank.

Growing up, a lot of people have pitied you, given you odd stares, or thought you would've given up being a Pokémon trainer...and some even asked outright insensitive questions about what happened to you--and seeing how Amarys acted kinda brought some of those ugly memories back to the forefront.

But once she realizes this, she apologizes straightaway for giving you such a bad impression, clarifying that she fully believes in your battling abilities.

Since then, you've formed a better friendship with her.

She asks you respectful questions about your wheelchair (ie if it's made from any strong alloys, how well it gets you around the Terarium's biomes, etc.) and how Gardevoir and Hisuian Braviary aid you in your daily life and listens well.

Learning that you actually battle with ghost types despite the misconception circulating around the school wasn't too surprising.

If anything, Amarys believes that was quite strategic on your part.

It's no wonder you have a lot of victories under your belt.

Even after getting demoted to the sixth rank, she's impressed you're still able to bounce back from such defeat..and that you didn't hold it against Kieran or anybody.

She believes he could learn a lesson or two from you and not take his loss against Florian/Juliana so hard...but knows that's not her place to speak.

#clanask #lotus anon #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #indigo disk x reader #pokemon drayton #pokemon kieran #pokemon crispin #pokemon lacey #pokemon amarys #gardevoir #hisuian braviary #disabled reader #headcanons

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fafnir19 · 22 days

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Vampire

The 30 year old Lasse leaned against the kitchen counter, gazing out of the window as he absentmindedly sipped his coffee.

His thoughts drifted to Merle, his girlfriend, a fiercely independent journalist who had recently taken on an intriguing new subject for a feature—Mario, an enigmatic vampire. As Lasse watched the morning sunlight filter through the window, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the edges of his mind. Merle seemed to be captivated by Mario, and the frequency of his visits to their apartment had increased, much to Lasse's chagrin. Merle, with her sharp wit and unwavering determination, held a special place in Lasse's heart, one that yearned for commitment. But as Merle's focus remained fixed on her work and her increasing encounters with Mario, Lasse's frustration bubbled beneath the surface. It seemed that every effort he made to express his desire for a deeper commitment was met with resistance, Merle insisting that he behaved like a youth, incompatible with her independent lifestyle.

One particular evening, as Lasse returned home after a long day at work, he found Merle engrossed in a conversation with Mario.

Their laughter and animated gestures filled the apartment, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere that greeted Lasse. Despite his efforts to join their conversation, Lasse felt like an outsider amidst their camaraderie. The weight of his unspoken longing for Merle's affection and commitment bore heavily upon him. He yearned for her to see him in a different light, beyond the confines of mere friendship. Lasse wasn't blind to Mario's charm, and the sour taste of jealousy lingered at the back of his throat, for he couldn't help but fear that the handsome and alluring vampire would sweep Merle away from him. As days turned into weeks, Lasse's turmoil only deepened. The persistent presence of Mario in their lives, coupled with Merle's unwavering fascination with the vampire, set off a storm of insecurities within Lasse. He craved the captivating allure that seemed to surround Mario, wishing he could command Merle's attention in the same way and finally convince her to marry him.

One evening, as Lasse found himself alone in the apartment, a knock at the balcony door jolted him from his reverie. Annoyance flickered across his features, assuming it was Mario once again. But as Lasse slid open the door, he was taken aback to find another figure standing before him—a vampire, with a striking countenance and an air of authority.

"I see you're expecting someone else," the vampire remarked, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words. Lasse blinked in surprise. "I thought you might be Mario. Who are you?" The vampire stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Lasse. "I am Vincent. Mario's acquaintanceship, I presume, has become quite a regular affair in this household." A flicker of apprehension tinged Lasse's voice. "Yes, he's been spending a lot of time here lately. But what does that have to do with you?" Vincent's features contorted into a scowl. "You see, I've come seeking Mario's supposed crush, the one who seems to keep him hardly at home anymore." Lasse's brow furrowed in confusion. "Crush? I'm afraid you've come in vain. Merle isn't here." Vincent's expression darkened. "I have no time for jests, mortal. I won't tolerate being made a fool of." Lasse's confusion deepened. "Wait, I don't understand. What do you want from me?" Vincent leveled a pointed stare at Lasse. "It has come to my attention that Mario's affections do not lie with your girlfriend, as one might erroneously assume. In fact, he has set his sights upon you, not Merle." Lasse recoiled in disbelief. "Me? But that's absurd. Mario is—" Vincent's voice cut through Lasse's protest. "Mario is gay, and his fascination lies with you, not Merle. And make no mistake, I am envious of you. Envious that Mario's attentions are directed at you instead of me." The pieces of the confounding puzzle fell into place in Lasse's mind. His feelings of jealousy and bewilderment churned within him, and a pit formed in his stomach. "I don't know what to say. I thought he was here for Merle, not for—" Vincent interrupted, his tone taking on a sly edge. "I have a proposition, Lasse. A proposition that may benefit the both of us. What if I were to turn you into a vampire? Perhaps then, Merle would find you more enticing and see fit to marry you. And after the wedding, Mario would surely relinquish his hold on you." Lasse's initial reluctance gave way to a desperate longing for a chance to win Merle's heart. "You would—turn me into a vampire? But how do you even—" Vincent held up a hand, cutting off Lasse's question. "I must warn you, the transformation won't be without pain. But if it's your heart's desire, I can make it happen." Lasse hesitated, his mind wrestling with the tumultuous emotions churning within him. "I... I don't know if this is the right thing to do. But if it's the only way to finally convince Merle to marry me, then I'll agree to it." Vincent's lips curled into a smile, an unsettling glint in his eyes. "Very well, Lasse. Prepare yourself, for this is a decision that will forever alter the course of your existence." With those words, Vincent beckoned Lasse to a secluded corner of the apartment, where the moon's ethereal glow cast an otherworldly aura. Lasse steeled himself, his heart pounding in his chest, as he presented his neck to Vincent, ready to embrace his uncertain destiny. But Vincent's next words shattered the fragile stillness that enveloped them, leaving Lasse stunned in disbelief. "No, no, the neck will not do. It will leave unsightly marks. It would be better to bite your—" Vincent hesitated, then continued, "—penis. Yes, that will be much more discreet." Lasse's mind reeled, the air thick with an unspoken tension. Lasse hesitated for a moment, bewildered and slightly uncomfortable, but the desire to win Merle's affection eclipsed his reservations. Resolving to do whatever it took, he lowered his pants, and Vincent sank his teeth into Lasse's flesh. Agony overwhelmed Lasse, and as his consciousness waned, the world faded into darkness.

Lasse came to, his senses slowly returning, he found himself in the dimly lit living room. A stirring of confusion and disbelief coursed through him as his eyes landed on Merle standing before him. Lasse's heart surged with an unfamiliar blend of trepidation and anticipation, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Merle, I've become a vampire, for you. Will you marry me now?" Merle's laughter filled the room, her amusement evident in her sparkling eyes as she shook her head. "Marry you? Oh, Lasse, you look like a 20-year-old boy now. You've become my eternal youth, but that doesn't change the fact that everyone would mistake me for your mother."

Her playful laughter danced through the air, leaving Lasse reeling in disconcerted astonishment. It was only then that Lasse noticed his reflection in the nearby mirror, witnessing the profound transformation that had overtaken him. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt—his appearance, a stark departure from the familiar contours of his face and form. The once familiar lines and expressions etched upon his visage had vanished, replaced by an unexpected youthfulness. He struggled to grasp the profound depths of this inexplicable change the vampire had wrought upon him, a transformation far beyond the scope of his comprehension. A pulsing wave of disquiet washed over Lasse, the weight of his decision bearing down upon him like an unrelenting storm. Eager to unravel the enigma of his metamorphosis, Lasse made his way to the crypt inhabited by Vincent and Mario, his mind racing with unanswered questions.

Lasse stormed into the crypt, his youthful appearance and confusion evident as he eyed Vincent, who appeared oddly at ease and strikingly good-looking.

"What have you done to me?" Lasse demanded, his blue eyes filled with frustration. Vincent flashed a charming smile. "Relax, Lasse. You look really cute, you know. Embrace it." Lasse scowled, crossing his arms. "I don't want to look cute. I want to look my age." Vincent chuckled. "When a human becomes a vampire, their appearance reflects their inner essence. You were always youthful at heart. You should be grateful." "Grateful?" Lasse's voice rose incredulously. "I look like a teenager now! How will I ever win Merle's heart this way?" Vincent patted Lasse's shoulder. "You're missing the point, my dear Lasse. Merle isn't the only one who could fall for you now." Lasse's confusion deepened. "What are you talking about?" Vincent leaned in, his voice conspiratorial. "You see, the vampire bite on your penis not only changed your appearance but also your sexual preferences. You're no longer just straight, my friend." Lasse's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?" Vincent's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Well, you're about to discover a new side of yourself. You're going to be, how do I put it… open to different experiences. The bite on your penis awakens the sexual preferences of the biting vampire in you. Since I’m bisexual, soon you will be too.” Lasse stumbled back, his mind whirling. "That's not possible! I've always been straight!" Vincent's chuckle was knowing. "Just wait and see, Lasse. Things are about to get very interesting for you." Before Lasse could protest further, the crypt's door creaked open, and Mario sauntered in.

His gaze fell on Lasse, and to Lasse's surprise, he saw hunger in Mario's eyes. It made Lasse's heart race in an unfamiliar way. Vincent gestured towards Mario. "Now, Lasse, I think it's time for you to discover the pleasures that await you." Vincent's eyes glinted with amusement. Lasse's mind reeled. "I don't want this! I don't want any of this!" But Vincent and Mario advanced, their allure and power impossible to resist.

Lasse struggled, but as the night wore on, his resistance weakened. Vincent and Mario teased out feelings and desires in Lasse that he'd never known existed. Their touch was both intoxicating and mesmerizing. Lasse felt a mix of confusion, pleasure, and guilt, but deep down, a part of him reveled in the newfound attention and sensations. By the end of the night, Lasse was breathless, his mind spinning, and his desires upended. As days turned into weeks, Lasse found himself drawn to Vincent and Mario more and more. Their encounters became frequent, each leaving Lasse dazed and craving for more. The whirlwind experiences began to shape him in ways he'd never imagined, feeding his newfound vanity and confidence. Lasse reveled in the attention and pleasures that Vincent and Mario bestowed upon him and didn't care about Merle anymore. He realized that the Lasse who once yearned for commitment now seemed like a distant figment of the past, replaced by this vain and confident heartthrob he'd become. Days turned into weeks, and Lasse's encounters with Vincent and Mario became bolder, embracing a newfound polyamorous lifestyle with both men and women—an existence he'd never envisioned.

In the midst of it all, Merle's focus was on her work and a new lover.

Months passed, and the once-looming prospect of marriage dimmed to a mere whisper in Lasse's memory. The freedom he'd come to cherish held him in its thrall. As Lasse reveled in the attention and pleasures, he couldn't help but wonder why he'd ever been eager to marry. The newfound freedom and indulgence seemed to drown out the whispers of his previous desires.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #straight to bi #vampire #age regression

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random-thot-generator · 4 months

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Dirty Little Secret + Pt. 2

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH x FEM READER

Summary: You've made a clean break and gone back to your roots.

Warnings/Tags: No major warnings, slight angsty thoughts/feelings, reader is coping, very light allusions to sex but nothing explicit, no use of Y/N

(Notes: No smut this chapter. Main focus is setting up the rest of the story and introducing Aunt Rue. I love Aunt Rue.

Short and inner-angsty, but with self-comfort? Anyway, she's dealing with it. Think of this chapter as the bridge between what happened before and what's going to happen next. And Kilroy is a fictional seaside village that I made up.)

Word Count: 1.3

The sound of the ocean had always been soothing to you. Given the chance, you would start every day this way, listening to the waves and the squawk of sea birds, the crunch of gravel beneath your feet.

As you picked your way along the pebbled shore, a bit of sea glass caught your eye and you stopped, toeing away the other rocks and detritus around it. It was a mottled Prussian blue, about a centimeter in diameter, the edges smooth with no chips or cracks. You held it up to the sun, huffing out a soft laugh at the effect. Bringing it back to your chest, you wiped away the grit that still clung to it with your thumb as you studied it. It was the right shade and size. You pocketed it and continued on your way.

You had become accustomed to taking these walks along the shore since moving back to Kilroy, a small village near Brighton. After things went tits up in Hereford, you had done what any heartbroken lass would do, you ran home. Home for you was your Aunt Rue's crumbling old cottage in Kilroy. It was where you spent your teenage years before going off to uni, working part time in her bakery while dreaming of a glamorous life in London.

That had been your goal back then, to live in the big city as a successful, independent career woman. That naive young woman would have been mortified to know that she would one day return to Kilroy, but you weren't that idealistic girl anymore.

Hereford was a far cry from London, yet you had barely scraped by on your own while living there; London would have eaten you alive. At least here, you knew people, felt a sense of community and familiarity. It had been so lonely living on your own, feeling isolated and forgotten. Perhaps that was why you had clung so desperately to Johnny, glad to receive what little attention he offered you, though what you received were mere scraps, really.

You sighed and shook your head, cutting off the thought before it had time to take root. It had been over six months, and you were finally in a decent headspace again. Getting over Johnny truly was like kicking an addiction; one misstep and you would be spiraling again. You sometimes wondered if you would ever be able to completely get him out of your system.

Even now, he still had an effect on your life, making you wary of the men who tried to chat you up. You just assumed they were out to get a leg over, so you often came off as cold and reserved, and in some cases, right down defensive. The thought of letting another man into your bed, letting another man touch you, use you, made you a little nauseous, to be honest. At this point, you would equate your love life with a frozen tundra— cold, bleak and depressing.

Meanwhile, Aunt Rue was still picking up blokes at the pub and bringing them home to spend the night. That had taken some getting used to. Before, when you were still a teenager, she had kept her love life lowkey, but since your return, she had no such qualms about it. It was nothing, now, to come downstairs in the morning and find some strange bloke sipping tea in one of her kimono robes at the kitchen table. Except for that one in nothing but his boxers. That had been a bridge too far.

Still, living and working with Aunt Rue had changed your perspective about a lot of things. Men and relationships, for one, living your best life, for another. You had come to realize that Aunt Rue was the role model you should have been fashioning yourself after this whole time.

She lived her life by her own rules, unapologetically and without regret. She didn't need a man around to take care of her, but she still enjoyed their company and sought it out without shame or guilt. She had carved out her own little niche in the world and was comfortable living in her own skin. Those were the goals you were striving for, now.

You checked the time on your phone, then made your way back towards the stairs leading up to the boardwalk. It was almost time to open the bakery, and Rue would be in full baking mode by now, and in need of your help.

The walk through the village was a pleasant one, the chill winds of spring giving way to the warmer climes of the approaching summer. There were still signs of the May Day celebration lingering about, artificial flower wreaths and arrangements kept on display in the shops.

That had been a fun day, you and your aunt setting up a booth on the boardwalk with the other businesses and vendors, selling summer-inspired treats as you watched the light-hearted chaos of the holiday unfold. There had even been a news crew from Brighton in attendance recording the festivities for a local television station.

As you neared the bakery, you couldn't help but smile at the lavender and white striped awning with the name of the shop printed across it: 'Rue the Day Bakery'. Taking out your keys, you let yourself in, tossing a hand up in greeting to one of the neighboring shop owners who was setting up a folding chalkboard sign outside their store.

"That you, love?" Rue called from the back, alerted by the bell above the door.

"Yeah. Just in from my walk," you called back, removing your jacket. You walked to the back to leave your jacket and bag in the office, then entered the kitchen, the smell of fresh baked bread the most prevalent today. You could always tell what day it was just by the smell of the bakery. Rue had just turned from an open oven, a tray of hot loaf pans clasped between her mitted hands. The rounded brown tops of bread gave off a mouthwatering aroma.

"Well, you're lookin' bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this mornin'," she greeted you, setting the tray on one of the metal tables against the wall. "Come help me turn these out, before ya get started on the front."

You grabbed a pair of spare oven mitts and set to work beside her, tipping out the loaves and placing them on a large cooling rack. "These turned out lovely, Aunt Rue. Save us a loaf for dinner. I'll make those open-faced sandwiches you like."

"Ooh! Ya got yourself a deal, love." She went back to her workstation and began to scrape the stuck dough off the surface with a pastry cutter, prepping it for the next round of baking. "Mind makin' me a cuppa? Think I'll take a break before starting on the rolls."

"Sure. Be right back." You went to the front, getting the hot water urns filled and switched on, glancing out the shop window to see Red, the postman, making his way down the shops, delivering the post. He was a regular, so you knew he would be in soon for his large to-go cuppa and buttered rolls with jam.

You stooped below the counter to grab your aunt's favorite oolong tea, but the box was empty. "Crap," you mumbled. "Should be another box back here somewhere…"

The bell above the door jingled, no doubt Red, you figured. "Be with ya in a tick," you called out, still rummaging about for the elusive oolong.

"Take yer time," was the reply, but it most definitely was not Red. This voice was deeper, a bit raspy and distinctly Scottish.

You shot to your feet, eyes wide, heart already breaking into a gallop as you gaped at the man standing before you. "What are you doing here?" you blurted out, shocked.

Johnny tilted his head, blue eyes flashing. "Hello, bonnie."

part 1 part 3

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Hey, I saw your post and just realised you're new here🖤.

I saw that you take requests so I was wondering if you would mind to write some headcanons about the fellowship members and how they would react to a female fighter from our world. (Maybe refuses to wear dresses and is very emancipated) Hope that's understandable & thank you 🖤

Re.: Thank you for your request! Never thought I'd actually get an answer xD. I tried my best and hopefully its what U wanted.

Headcanon Request - Lord of the Rings

incl.: independent female fighter, fellowship

(added: character art, what they would say to them, or about them)

Aragorn:

Respectful: Aragorn recognizes her capabilities and respects her as a fighter, acknowledging her contributions.

Gravitas: He conveys his seriousness through his tone and demeanor, showing her that he considers her an important member of the group.

Empowerment: Aragorn empowers her by entrusting her with important tasks and responsibilities, boosting her confidence.

Guidance: He provides guidance by sharing his extensive knowledge of the world and offering advice on surviving in challenging situations. He's secretly protective (just as he'd be with Arwen)

Comradeship: Aragorn actively involves her in decision-making and treats her as an equal, fostering a sense of unity and camaraderie.

"Your strength and determination are truly remarkable, my friend. In this fellowship, we stand together as equals, comrades bound by a common purpose, and I hold your skills and character in the highest respect."

Legolas:

Curiosity: Legolas' curiosity leads him to engage her in conversations about her world, learning from her experiences and perspectives. (based on reciprocity)

Admiration: He frequently compliments her combat skills and courage, demonstrating his deep respect for her abilities, especially since she's a human

Grace: Legolas appreciates her fluid movements and agility in battle, often complimenting her grace under pressure. (however he always keeps an eye on her, although he knows it's not neccesary

Friendship: Through small gestures like sharing stories (and defending her in battle - if ever needed), he builds a strong and trusting friendship, sometimes showing her how she can do better

Teamwork: Legolas actively collaborates with her during fights, highlighting her importance in their team dynamics.

(same "who can kill more?" competition as with Gimli)

"Your grace in battle is as awe-inspiring as the dance of the leaves in the forest, my friend."

Gimli:

Skepticism: Gimli's skepticism is rooted in his initial doubts about whether she can keep up with the group, which he gradually overcomes. (get's actually impressed by her)

Curiosity: His curiosity about her world leads to lengthy discussions, and they bond over shared interests and differences. (He'd often talk about his folk, and would rave about dwarves)

Loyalty: As she proves herself, Gimli becomes fiercely loyal, actively supporting her decisions. If a man ever appears who doubts her or doesn't take her seriously, he is immediately at her side

Surprising Friendship: Over time, his skepticism turns into a deep and surprising friendship, marked by trust and camaraderie.

Mutual Respect: They both earn each other's respect through their actions, setting aside prejudices and working together effectively.

"Aye, lass, ye've a fire in yer heart that matches the forges of Erebor. I doubted at first, but now I see - ye're a true warrior, fierce and capable, and I'm honored to fight beside ye."

Gandalf:

Wise Mentor: Gandalf recognizes her potential and takes her under his wing, teaching her about the world they traverse and imparting his wisdom.

Guidance: He guides her in decision-making, fostering her growth and helping her adapt to the challenges they face. (However he keeps an watchful eye on her, unsure about her intentions)

Empowerment: Gandalf instills confidence in her abilities, believing that she can contribute significantly to their quest. (Thinking that she might have another point of view/ sees things and details that the others don't notice or think are seemingly unimportant)

Trust: He trusts her judgment, showing it by relying on her insights and respecting her choices.

Strategic Ally: Together, they strategize and plan, viewing each other as indispensable allies in the pursuit of their goals.

"In you, my dear, I see a spark of inner fire, a potential yet untapped. Embrace your strength and let it blaze like a beacon in our dark journey, for you have the power to change the course of this quest."

Boromir:

Initial Skepticism: Boromir is initially skeptical of her abilities and her commitment to their quest, as he worries about her impact on the Fellowship's safety. (Believing they'd have to protect her)

Gradual Trust: Over time, her actions and determination gradually earn Boromir's trust and respect, and he slowly starts to see her as a valuable member of the group.

Protectiveness: Boromir develops a protective attitude towards her, ensuring her safety during dangerous situations (offering to train with her to improve her combat skills, however shes the one to beat him in a battle)

Mutual Respect: As they share the trials of their journey, Boromir and her come to respect each other's strengths, skills, and dedication to their common cause. He'd open up to her (when alone) and talk about Gondor and his fears

"Your strength is undeniable, but in this perilous journey, remember to heed wisdom as well, my friend."

Frodo:

Protective: Frodo feels responsible for her safety and wishes he could protect her in dangerous situations, although it is absolutely not neccesary. He might feel guilty to, however she is quick to sense that and makes sure to tell him, that he should not worry about her

Trust: He trusts her unconditionally, evident in his reliance on her during crucial moments and his openness about his concerns and fears. (He only trusts Gandalf and Sam more, however Aragorn might share the same level of trust with her)

Friendship: Their deepening friendship is built on shared experiences, mutual trust, and unwavering support for each other.

Empathy: Frodo's understanding of her struggles (as a woman) fosters a strong sense of empathy, and they confide in each other about their personal challenges. (him as a hobbit/ her as a woman)

Courage: Both exhibit courage in their own ways, inspiring each other to persevere and face adversity head-on.

"Your courage reminds me that even in the darkest of times, the light of friendship and determination can guide us through."

Sam:

Respectful: Sam respects her independence and appreciates her combat skills, addressing her with deference and showing admiration for her capabilities.

Trusting: He trusts her judgment and decisions, often turning to her for guidance in challenging situations.

Friendship: Their friendship flourishes as they share personal stories, trust each other implicitly, and develop a profound bond during their journey. (it's also a bit like a mentor - protégé relationship)

Loyalty: Sam's loyalty to her is unwavering, always putting her safety and well-being above all else. (He'd instantly worry if she would not eat something and insist, even if it was just a bite)

Kindred Spirits: They connect on a deep level, understanding each other's motivations and providing emotional support when needed.

"Ye've got a heart as brave as Frodo's, and I've seen it in action more times than I can count."

Merry:

Curious: Merry's curiosity about her world leads to inquisitive conversations where they exchange stories and knowledge.

Supportive: He is supportive of her choices and actions, often backing her up in debates and ensuring she feels included.

Friendship: Their camaraderie transforms into a genuine friendship marked by laughter

Encouragement: Merry frequently offers words of encouragement and praise, boosting her confidence and morale unknowingly

Wit: Their friendship is sprinkled with witty exchanges and playful banter, creating a lighthearted atmosphere (that she actually treasures)

"Blimey! You've got a spirit as fiery as a dragon's breath, lass! I reckon you'll give even the bravest of us a run for their money on this quest!"

Pippin:

Playfulness: Pippin's playful nature adds a touch of levity to their journey, lightening the mood when things get tough.

Friendship: Their friendship deepens as they share adventures and form lasting memories together. (He'd occasionaly offer her his pipe, but she'd politely decline)

Loyalty: Pippin's loyalty is unwavering, standing by her side through thick and thin. (She's often the one to watch out for him and safe him from dangerous situations)

Admiration: He admires her determination and independence, often expressing admiration for her spirit.

Growth: Their experiences together lead to personal growth, making them more resilient and capable adventurers. Pippin learns a lot from her, might get a bit more serious

"Y'know, I've never met anyone quite like you, lass. Your spirit's as fierce as the fire of the Shire's finest pipeweed! And I reckon that's saying something, coming from a Took like me!"

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The Tenmas: Simon and Athena Lite

The Monstrous Turnabout is... an episode. It's... certainly one of the Ace Attorney cases of all time... and it has a murder...

Alright alright. I'll pack it in. There's a lot I like about Monstrous; Athena and Apollo's blossoming dynamic, Simon and Bobby's introductions... though those aren't specific to the case at hand - those things could have happened in any case.

There is ONE thing I enjoy about it that I don't see getting much attention in the Dual Destinies fanspace; the Tenmas. As implied in the title, there's a LOT of parallels with these two. But let's introduce them with a quick character analysis first! Spoilers incoming (but hopefully you already knew that!)

Jinxie Tenma

Jinxie Tenma, the first of them we meet, is a woefully troubled lass. A combination of schizophrenia and the yokai-obsessed culture she was born into leaves her shaking with fear most of the time, constantly wary that a monster is lurking nearby to do harm. She carries charms with her wherever she goes, even wearing one on her head, and reflexively slaps one on people who manage to scare her (not a hard thing to do honestly). She's constantly vigilant and her psychosis doesn't lend itself to being easily understood by others. When she's gripped by intense fear, her schizophrenia worsens to the point where she sees yokai inhabiting an entire room, obscuring the moment she found the Alderman dead and her "father" close to unconsciousness.

It's said she lost her mother at a very young age, finding courage in the golden flowers that symbolise her. We'll come back to this, don't worry.

She also has a habit of sleep-walking far from the mansion, rationalising that she had been possessed by a yokai - namely Tenma Taro. Both she and her father have seals on their heads to prevent such a thing from happening - Damian getting the entire top of his head covered in warding seals to prevent Tenma Taro from escaping. We'll come back to this too.

Damian Tenma

A stone-faced man with an intimidating build to match, but a heart of gold to contrast it. He's annoyed by how the former belies the latter but apologises profusely for causing distress. He's also extremely protective of his daughter - especially after his wife passed away. How kind and protective? Well... threatening to break out of the Detention Centre to offer Apollo tea and later to go check up on Jinxie should give you a good idea!

He's adamantly against the merger with Nine-Tails Vale and is quite unpopular in the region. Despite this, his wife was born and raised in the Vale and Jinxie had decided to move there to be more independant and get closer to her mother's origins. Damian doesn't seem to have any objections to this, preferring that her daughter pursues what makes her happy than be overbearing. The pressure-point that pushed him toward the merger was a threat against his daughter's well-being - an anonymous threat from L'belle in his efforts to obtain "Tenma Taro" (a giant gold nugget) from the Vale to pay off his debts. Still wanting to fight the merger without drawing attention, he did so under the guise of the Amazing Nine-Tails who fought against Tenma Taro (ie Nine-Tails Vale would fight against Tenma Town, never to join forces). Notice also that the first time we see him in this guise, he's protecting his daughter from the curse of Tenma Taro. Knowingly or not, he's protecting his daughter from becoming a casualty of the greed Tenma Taro inspires in people such as L'belle.

Up to now, he's shown himself to be a kind man and a loving father. A smart one as well, finding a way to fight against the merger and rally Nine-Tails Vale behind his cause without giving his identity away and resulting in the blackmailer making good on their promises. When his daughter's on the line, he's willing to play both sides to make sure she isn't in harm's way. And when his trial threatens to put her in the line of fire...

Tenma Taro

Alright, this is less of a character and more a persona. "Tenma Taro" himself isn't interesting - an entertaining sequence but not that deep. It's the act of Tenma - no, not this one - NO, not the rock, pay attention - DAMIAN! Damian Tenma! Him taking on this comically villainous persona that re-enforces what we already know about him. For one, it's to protect his daughter. She's far and away the most important part of his life - more-so than his political standing - yet despite not being guilty, he plays the villain to help her testimony hold water, even if it implicates him all the more. For two, he's very good at playing up a character to make his ends meet. The Amazing Nine-Tails is a chilvalrous hero valliantly protecting Nine-Tails Vale from Tenma Taro, swaying the public towards his wishes of going against the merger. It's hammy, sure, but the people seem to buy into it!

Hmm... I wonder if that's a dig at how easily people took to Fulbright's ridiculously heroic visage... hmm.

For three, it's him turning a part of himself he disdains to his advantage. He knows he's an off-putting guy and it bothers him quite a bit, but he's willing to lean into that in order to protect what's important to him. It's resourceful and a showing of how much he loves Jinxie that he's willing to do this. He's even willing to play on his daughter's belief that they are at risk of being possessed by Tenma Taro - an evil that threatens to harm both of them through L'belle's schemes and the one she believes to have killed the Alderman. Nevertheless, he takes the burden of being the villain to protect her.

Now I was going to talk about how Taro could be an alternate personality here... when being asked questions about what Damian saw, Taro draws upon what Damian knows as if he were another person. When he comes-to in the detention centre, he questions why Apollo and Athena are talking to him like he's some evil overlord. I figured "oh, maybe this Tenma Taro is just a yokai-fied explaination for his system of personalities". Buuuuuuut... the ending of DD makes it clear that it is, in fact, a persona, him lamenting that he can't fight himself when people requested "Tenma Taro" face of against the Amazing Nine-Tails.

Referring to both Nine-Tails and Tenma Taro as "himself" is decent enough evidence that this isn't a system of multiple people like Uendo, though feel free to pitch in if I made a mistake here. Chances are I have!

Overall, the Tenmas are a fun pair of characters and their story highlights a lot about them. The tragic daughter of a long-lost mother - trying her best to live a normal life in spite of her condition - threatened by the plans of a supposed aide to steal the rock that would solve all of his problems. Despite his misgivings, a stoic and intimidating guardian takes advantage of his most belothed traits in order to protect this girl he holds so near and dear, respecting her independance despite it going against his stance on where she intends to go.

Hey wait a minute-

The Parallels

Athena and Simon's plight is the beating heart of Dual Destinies. There is no debate. EVERY case in the game has some significant (and even minor) element that ties back to their conflicts. In the Tenma's case, it's almost play-for-play a spin on the very incident that started this mess.

Simon and Damian - responsible to varying degrees for the saftey of a young girl - are forced to take the fall for a crime committed by an unknown force most only know as a supernatural entity. For their respective reasons, this mysterious assailant wanted to steal away a priceless rock from the person they had killed (both very important people in their own right, clad in white and yellow). Said unknown party posed as someone important to this girl in order to get away with their crimes; L'belle disguising as Damian under the Amazing Nine-Tails mask & the phantom disguising as Metis using a Noh mask. These items also have supernatural connotations, with the Nine-Tailed Fox being a key figure in the myth of Tenma Taro and the Noh mask being said to be able to turn the wearer into. Wait for it. A phantom! When push came to shove and the girl was at risk of being indicted for the crime, Simon/Damian leaned into the false acussations, using their naturally intimidating qualities to their advantage in order to either buy enough time for the mystery to be solved or simply to take the fall in her stead.

Finally, the ones responsible for these crimes were thought to be valuable aides to both men; L'belle being the literal aide to Damian and "Bobby Fulbright" being the detective responsible for handling Simon during his conviction.

The Tenmas in this case serve to highlight the undying love and loyalty underpinning Simon Blackquill's actions. Damian is a scary guy but is aggressively polite and puts a great deal of effort in ensuring the safety of his daughter Jinxie. Simon has built quite a frightening reputation himself, but everything he does - from taking the fall for UR-1, to gunning after Starbuck so hard in 5-4, to stepping in and recounting his false confession in 5-5 - is all done to protect the most valuable and beloved treasure of his mentor, and someone he undeniably cares for himself. While prison has changed him quite a bit, he's retained a keen awareness of other's needs and breaks character on occassion to reveal his softer side. In this case, accepting Jinxie's warding charm shortly after threatening to behead her father, likely realising this is a genuinely mixed-up but still kind girl that he's needlessly frightened.

It's also worth noting that despite Damian's seeming dislike of Nine-Tails Vale based on the merger, and Simon's disdain for defense attorneys, both respect Jinxie and Athena's pursuits in a place they're not too fond of respectively. Speaking of, Athena's first reaction upon hearing about her client Damian? Tears. Literal tears. Probably not just for how much he cares for Jinxie - she probably caught the similarities to Simon and was reminded of his dorky kindness. Granted it doesn't take much to make Athena cry but I'd say that's a good enough reason to.

I'm quite fond of the Tenmas myself, though part of me does have to admit it's because they're shadowing a much more important and stirring dynamic. I liken their story to Sasha and Orla's in 5-DLC, oddly enough - one focusing on Simon's side and the other on Athena's. How both of them risk being run to ruins but being completely geniune in their desire to see the other free. Man, now I have to talk about Reclaimed at some point!

Did I mention that Jinxie and Athena are at least some flavour of neurodivergent? At least, that's what's implied on Athena's end. Jinxie's unambiguously schizophrenic. Maaaaaan, I gotta talk about Athena's divergent little brain too... been holding off on that re-write for too long, maaaaaaaaan!

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY! Just the same as Jinxie found courage in her mother's golden flowers, Athena found a posthumous connection to her mother through studying analytical psychology. It's through that she's able to find the ability to actually help the situation with Simon. Both found themselves enabled to help resolve the situation through their connections to their mothers. And like how people would think Jinxie was possessed by Tenma Taro - both during the trial and during her sleepwalks - Athena would similarly be accused of being the monster that caused UR-1 in the first place. Damian and Simon would protect both from this by shouldering the burden of being the monsters for them - Damian the evil crow man, Simon the phantasmagorical killer.

So yeah, the Tenmas are alright. Now if you'll excuse me! I need to figure out who the Phineas Filch is in UR-1...

#dual destinies analysis #dual destinies spoilers #ace attorney spoilers #aa5 spoilers #damian tenma #jinxie tenma #tenma taro #florent l'belle #simon blackquill #athena cykes #bobby fulbright #the phantom ace attorney

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Keep Your Eyes Open

Mare x Zabel x Reader

(Potentially Part 1 - who knows).

Warnings: Angst, Car Accidents

AN: this is my first fanfiction, so prepare yourself it could be ugly.

Nothing could have prepared you for what was going to happen; you were just trying to make ends meet - the nine-to-five job down at the local bookshop in the centre of Easttown was once you centre of tranquility after a dramatic move from your family. But the fear protruded every minute of working each day. Laying the local papers on the stand by the door each morning “Local Missing Woman Now Presumed Dead”. Easttown had its occasional problems; addicts, runaways but never as serious of series of unfortunate incidents.

Each night, closing the bookshop, your personality had to change; becoming an escort - it was the only way to financially support yourself. Your heart pounded; being an independent individual in this line of work naturally had it’s dangers and risks. But there was no other way.

The shutters came down on the front of the store, and making final adjustments to the lock as you heard the laughter of people going on night outs. “Y/N!” Shit. Your manager didn’t know about your situation. “You look nice, who’s the lucky fella?” his tipsy demeanour as he swayed and tried to adjust himself against the shutters. “Just seeing some friends at the bar down town.” You responded jokingly. Not whole heartedly a lie but nor the entire truth. “Be careful-“ his finger wiggled, the whiskey breath lingered on his tongue “-don’t want anything bad happening to pretty lass like yourself.” He shouted back to his friends as they sang something incoherent, the off key notes bouncing off the buildings of the streets. “Night Y/N!” His booming voice echoed for what felt like hours.

By late evening you’d hit the third bar of the night, steadily making the most money - hopefully earning a week off. You slowly made your way for a drink, noticing a figure slumped. The pony tail and plaid shirt gave you a sense of security. You steadily adjusted yourself on the stall, a few feet away. You adjusted your heels to feel the cool metal bar of the stool against your raw feet. “You can sit closer you know, Y/N.” Mare turned to you with a smile. “Sorry Mare, I wasn’t sure if it was you.” You popped your shoes back and made your way over.

“Long time no see Mare, how you been?” you smiled. “Good, just waiting for a colleague to go over some last details.” Colleague? Since when did Mare work with a colleague. She’d always worked alone from what you remembered.

“Evening Mare. Who’s your friend?” The voice behind you slightly shook you. “I’m so sorry to have scared you!” His hands steadied you from falling from your seat. “Y/N, this Detective Colin Zabel, a colleague of mine - Zabel this is Y/N, a very good friend.” Mare introduced.

“Shall I get the next round of drinks?” Colin offered. “That’d be great! I’ll just have a beer thanks.” You made an exception this evening. Colin rubbed his hand on your shoulder, it felt safe. “I’ll be right back.”

“Y/N. Is everything alright?” Mare interjected. “Everything is fine, Mare-“ you’re eyes avoided hers, everything was not fine. “I know your lying Y/N, I have a daughter I know these things-“ Mare’s hand slipped a card with a number. “I had to take on escorting, Mare.” you whispered. “I had an eviction notice two months ago and I was going to lose everything.” Your fingers began entangling, distracting away from the need to show emotions. “Y/N, we’re working on the case regarding the women going missing - there’s been development of who are being targeted, particularly in your line of work.” You held the card with the number on it. “If you need safety or have information to share. Just call us.” As you went to place the card in your purse. “I’d hate anything to happen to you Y/N.”

“I will do. I promise” you finally looked her in the eyes. “Drinks everyone!” Zabel announced. “Zabel moved to town only recently, Y/N.” Mare tried to break the ice. “How are you find it, Colin?” You needed to try and make some friends or something since moving alone. “It’s quaint, though not had chance to explore. If you know of any places, let me know!” His hand fluttered through his hair and trying to adjust his coat. “What about you Y/N? How long you been here?”. Your hand slowly rubbed against your arm, you’d never spoken about your side of things. “Oh I moved here a couple of months ago, I work at Hopkinson’s Bookstore. Fairly peaceful.”

Mare returned from answering a call “Zabel we need to check out a location. Potential suspect, could be nothing but-“

Mare had offered a ride back to your apartment but you were adamant to get the little extra to give you a week off.

Waiting on the corners, you spotted the other women of the night and gave each other smiles and waves. You looked out for each other. You had to.

Tiredness overcame you and you decided that was the last job. You held yourself and muttered self hatred for not dressing for the weather. It nipped at your skin, the cold air grasped each breath you took.

You walked out into the road, caution thrown to the wind as your body met the oncoming car. It came from a blind spot, you had no chance. Your head bounced against the bonnet and thrashed landing to the tarmac in middle of the road.

Body slung on the icy road, the sound of the engine stirred you slowly, a blue van waiting. A new set of lights came from the opposite direction and it took off. You fought to stay awake - and tried to steady yourself. Doors slammed from behind. “Try not to move! Zabel call it in.” A familiar voice came closer. “Oh god, Y/N…” the sound of footsteps got frantic.

Another set of steps came running. Hands moving your hair from the gash on your head. Your breathing slowed. Eyes trying to wander around and find faces as you tried to move your head. Shock began to course though your veins. Mare had managed to get you in the recovery position and steadily holding your neck. Zabel layed a blanket over your body as you continued to shake from the shock. “Called it in, ambulance should be here shortly.” Zabel confirmed to Mare.

“Blue-“ your slowly stuttered. “Come again?” Mare tried to wake you up. “Hey. Y/N, gonna need you to stay awake.” Zabel’s hand rubbed your arm. “It. Was. Blue.” You fought so hard to keep awake. “What was Blue, Y/N?” Mare asked once more. “The van.”

Mare and Zabel looked at each other. “Do you think?” As the sirens began to interrupt. And it only took a moment your conscious had slipped away.

“Y/N? Y/N. Need you to wake up Y/N…” both Mare and Zabel’s voices were trying to stir you. Hands began to move as the paramedics got to work on you. “Female, Late 20s, Hit by vehicle, in and out of consciousness” Mare relayed to Paramedics.

Occasionally you heard voices as they helped you, it like being under water, every sound swaying. “Lift on three. One, two, Three-“ the movement woke you, shock had slipped away and the pain became unbearable. A gasp left your lips as you felt the air against your mouth and nose. Oxygen helped ease the ache as you took a breath. A hand was holding yours as thumb rubbed circles against your skin, your eyes following to see Colin. “I’m coming with you. Mare will meet us there.”

They slowly loaded the stretcher into the ambulance, Colin sat by the side and not letting go of your hand. “Just going to give you an IV and pain relief, sweetheart and should ease it a bit.” The paramedic went to work on you. You hated needles. “Hey, you’re doing so well Y/N, deep breaths.” Colin gave a smile and trying his hardest to distract you.

The paramedic looked at you both “How you doing sweetheart?” The wave of pain relief made you feel a little tired and dizzy. Colin’s phone rang out again. “Zabel. We’ve got the bastard. Same reg matching description from last time. We’ve got him.” Mare sounded so triumphant. They got him. Now they just had to find the girls.

“You hear that Y/N, we’ve got him.” He placed his phone back in his pocket. “That’s great.” You closed your eyes for a second. The warmth of the saline and pain relief was so inviting, it felt like you were floating for a second.

#evan peters #colin zabel imagine #colin zabel x reader #mare sheehan #Colin zabel #mare of easttown fanfiction #mare of easttown

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gimme Tl;Dr Dia!!

Dia was an emergency grub pick up. Sinopa called up Beloved one day and said, "Hey, I got a lime that I need you to take RN." So he did! Around the same time, he was given Palola Piexes. He raised them both at the same time, to the point of them considering each other twins.

Dia was a funny child. He was always very compassionate and very outspoken. His childhood nickname was Little Bird! He loved birds, had a birdfeeder outside his window as a little lass. He frequently got himself and Lola into trouble- and Lola would get them out. He loved to explore, to wander, and to be free. If there was anything Jodiah hated it was being trapped. Feeling trapped or cornered would make him close up, be unable to talk, and sometimes lash out.

He met his kismesis by accident, at a festival. He met his flush through her. They became the three musketeers. He decided to pursue medicine, with the goal of becoming a paramedic one day. He became independent, but was very close with his family. Often the glue that held them together, the reliable one, the one they called when they needed help. Mezaka left to live off planet and refused to answer any mail. Festur was driven deeper in his rage, lashing out at everyone. Jodiah made an impulsive decision to join the Fleet and bring Mezaka back. During this time, he was a good recruit: quiet, intelligent, focusing on medicine, following the trail to Meza. He was working on Rienah's team when Beloved called to inform him of what happened to Festur. He broke down entirely. Jodiah THINKS that Rienah's emotional-manipulation powers are what screwed up his own, when in reality it was caused by his own grief. (thus the key to "fixing" his powers lies in resolving his grief). He ditched Rienah's team in a panic, deciding then and there that he himself was cursed, and he couldn't let anyone else that close again. He would spend the next several sweeps jumping around commanding officers, being pigeonholed into a career of hurting people.

Current day, he learned that Mezaka HAD abandoned them, and he broke some laws to run away again. He discovered that he is unable to tell anyone what's wrong.

In the future.. :)c hehe

#dia and lola are twins in the same way that me and my adopted twin r.#im 10 days older than him!#jodiah #jazz.ask

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Loved Her First Chapter 15

A/N Yes, it has been forever. @omgbarbiegurl is having a bit of writer's block. Prayers that it is soon resolved as she is a extraordinary writer. As the opening line until ' calming almost immediately ' are hers.

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Faith's cheeks went red at her Father's words, and tears filled her eyes before spilling down her cheeks.

"S-So you're saying you would prefer us to be sons because it would be easier? Well Heaven FORBID you actually appreciate the daughters you h-have."

Claire started to move to Faith but Jamie beat her to it, and cupped Faith's face gently.

"Faith, my lass. Please don't cry. I didn't mean it like that. Just that...sons have more liberties in this time."

As she opened her mouth, Jamie pressed on. "Which is not right at all, and we will all learn together how to find a proper balance. But do I regret the beautiful clever girls God has blessed me with? Not once, not ever."

Before more is said, Faith threw herself into her Father's arms, calming almost immediately.

Claire smiles, her husband sure has a way to honor the lasses in his life. It is one of a million reasons that she loves him so. He draws her into his arms also, as well as Brianna. Holding all his lasses close, he feels like the most blessed man ever. He won’t let himself think about losing them, not right now. He simply longs to enjoy the feel of them in his arms.

Later, before he goes to have a talk with his nephew and his mate, he asks Claire to explain this concept of ‘datiing’ to him.

“It is courting but without the expectation of marriage.”

He frowns, his eyes narrowing. “You mean the lads just escort them about without any responsibilities for their future?”

“Well yes. It is more seen as fun, as testing the waters, you see. A way to decide who and what you want in a spouse.”

“There will be none of this dating for my lasses! No! Any lad that wishes to be escorting Faith or Brianna about will be thinking about marrying them.” Claire struggles not to laugh. Jamie sees and his eyes narrow farther, becoming just slits on his thunderous face “This is nae laughing matter! It is our daughters future we are talking about.”

“Jamie,” a wee giggle escapes, “I know. It is just, all the ways I pictured you with them, this,” another bit of laughter,” Viking dad, this stern, no one will dare harm my girls, way, it is just so, sexy.”

His face transformers in an instant. He goes from furious to slack jawed, in a blink. “What?”

“I had to be both daddy and mama after Frank’s death. I raised them to be strong and independent. I forgotten, you see, how much I loved your protective side. How nice it is to have a pair of strong arms to lay my burden in. To not have to be everything for them.” Her gaiety turns to tears. He draws her close.

“Mo chridhe, never, ever again. They are our children. You have done a fine job of seeing them grown. Now, let me see them settled.” A lump enters his own throat. His wee ones, his baby lasses, wives? Sighing against his wife’s head, he reminds himself that this is the way of the world. It is time to speak to the lads, to see about their intentions.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #@omgbariegurls story #loved her first #chapter 15 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

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From Truman to Trump

In just 64 years the Presidency of the United States and by osmosis, America's sociological values have been transformed.

Harry S. Truman, the 33rd President (1945-1952) was born into a poor Mid-Western farming family in Missouri. He served his country during World War l as a Field Artillery officer and continued in the Organized Reserve Corps until he retired in 1953.

He was a short, bespectacled man who after a slow burning rise up the political ladder, became the Democratic Vice-Presidential candidate for FDR's final election campaign in 1945. Many said that he was chosen simply because he was the least contentious candidate, but with FDR's 4th term assured and being in ill health, it was inevitable that he would become the next President of the United States on FDR"s death in April 1945.

By all accounts he was a shy modest man who was awkward with almost no experience of the "fairer" sex when he married Bess, a local lass after a lengthy courtship. She was an important part of his life from the time they first met in Sunday school at the First Presbyterian Church in Independence, Missouri, in 1890. He was six years old; she was five. Their happy union lasted 53 years till his death in 1972.

His persona reflected the values of early 20th Century America; that of the church going middle classes who were fair minded, hard working and patriotic.

Contrast him with the 45th President, Donald J.Trump, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The son a hard- nosed Property developer, who somehow managed to evade the draft and service in Vietnam,

Trump was a New York Democrat until he decided he would fare better as a Republican. Acknowledged as a man of few steadfast principles and mainly a self-serving ruthless business man, who on more than one occasion run his companies into bankrupcy, he has been married three times and been the subject of countless lawsuits, claims of sexual harassement and legal challenges. Uniquely he has been the only President to face impeachment on two occasions.

Trump's leadership style does not respect the established rule of law. He claims to champion law and order but challenges the Judiciary at every opportunity. He seeks not to work with his adversaries or indeed anyone who has a different opinion, but instead tries to ride roughshod over any form of opposition.

How different his principles to those of Truman who was a courageous leader. After only five months in office he took the difficult decision to drop an atomic bomb on Hiroshima to bring a speedy end to the war in Japan and who fired Americas most popular five star General, Douglas Macarthur because he proposed dropping multiple nuclear bombs on north Korea.

The underlying principles of US society and indeed of many countries around the world no longer seems to value hard work and self-sacrifice for the good of the majority. Trump epitomises the "me, me, me" culture of the today. His leadership pursued the principle of, "I'm alright Jack" the exact opposite of those practised by Truman.

Both FDR and Truman championed a capitalist economy whilst at the same time ensuring that the rich paid their fair share of taxes thus nurturing a fairer distribution of the fruits of the American economy whereas Trump oversaw an ever widening gap between rich and poor.

I am sure that many in the US harken back to the halcyon days of the 33rd President when they were led by a man who embodied the best of America and when the USA was admired and the envy of people around the world viz. the 45th who was and remains nothing more than a reality TV showman whose narcissism and self-promotion continues to fracture American society and degrade the US in the eyes of the world.

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Book:For a Scot’s Heart Only

Author:Gina Conkle

Series:Scottish Treasures, Book #3

Publisher:Avon and Harper Voyager

Release Date:April 25, 2023

Overall Rating:5 Gold Stars

Blog Rating:5 Saltire Flags

England 1753

The Scottish Treasure saga continues in the third and final book of this epic series. Therefore they continue looking for the last part of the lost Treasure of Arkaig, also known as the missing Jacobite gold.

In this book it centers around Jacobite Mary Fletcher, who cares for her younger sister Margaret, although their age difference is very great, so she is more a mother than a sister in many ways. Mary is now a corsetière who is a proprietress and owns “Fletcher’s House of Corsets and Stays” where her dying mama taught her to be an independent woman and never rely on a man ever! Mary lives a life of commitment and allegiance to her sibling, The Scottish league she belongs to, plus the Highland clan that took her and her sister in long ago. Mary pursues the service of previous league members, where they search for the gold that was stolen by Cumberland’s soldier’s during the uprising after the battle of Culloden.

Therefore these women aid the Scottish people who are living in England against their will. The league helps them by getting them any of the needed supplies like clothing, food and medical supplies which helps these suffering Scottish men, women and children. The treasure of Arkaig, gold was originally sent by the French to support Bonnie Prince Charlie’s rebels. Mary and her friend Cecelia’s search a brothel looking for clues for the missing Jacobite gold. While searching, she reunites with whaler Thomas West, who saves Mary from being accosted by a drunken sea captain.

Thomas West, also known as the Sea Wolf-Whaler originally we met in “The Scot Who Loved Me.” It was obvious that previously Thomas and Mary had an immediate attraction to each other. Now Thomas has troubles of his own with his family’s inheritance being in serious jeopardy! Therefore Thomas is thrilled when he is reunited once again with the bonnie lass-Mary Fletcher, plus it is the one person who owes him a wee favor as it couldn’t happen at a more convenient time! However Thomas soon gets involved in Mary’s dangerous escapades which were no easy tasks with even sneaking illegally into a lord’s home! However their attraction soon becomes something much more. Furthermore the black hearted Lady Denton reappears where her cruelty and deception knows no bounds!

Who will win this game of cat and mouse with danger at every corner? Will these Scottish female treasure hunters seek the missing treasure they desire? Is Mary and Thomas’s love a fleeting thing or a love that lasts forever? Read and find out the conclusion of this spectacular series finale!

Readers won’t be disappointed with this riveting action packed, page turning romantic mystery! It kept me glued to my seat. A book I absolutely loved! This is my third consecutive book in this magnificent series and another I absolutely loved. It has all the elements readers love. Furthermore it blends true historical facts with a fictional romantic adventure that will touch readers hearts.

The Complete Scottish Treasures Book Series

1. The Scot Who Loved Me

2. A Scot Is Not Enough

3. For a Scot’s Heart Only

Disclaimer: I received an advance reader’s copy from Avon and HarperCollins Publishing. I voluntarily agreed to do an honest, fair review and blog through Netgalley. All thoughts, ideas and words are my own.

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What a relationship is like with the Lord of the Rings men:

Aragorn:

He’s adorable in a relationship, honestly.

Very affectionate when it’s just you and him, or if you initiate some sort of form of affection first

He’s protective but not over protective

You wanna go out and fight too? Great, he’ll give you a sword and fight next to you

His pet names for you are “Darling” and “Love”

If you join the fellowship he’s definitely nervous about it

He’s worried the whole time about you being in danger, which to be fair you constantly were

But any time there was a battle, he was next to you, fighting side by side, ensuring you were safe

When he finally accepts his claim to Gondor, he will call you “ My Queen/King”

On nights you can’t sleep (unless your elven because from what I’ve read they don’t necessarily need sleep) he will sing to you or tell you stories of all the places he had been too or heard about.

He definitely will make you flustered when your with him on purpose.

He’ll flirt with you and you’ll just stand there with this red face and he’ll act like nothing happened.

He is not a jealous man by any means, he trusts you with his whole being

His go to means of affection is kissing your knuckles or forehead.

I get the vibes that he adores fiercely independent people so he can sit back and watch you kick ass and be like “Look at what my baby can do”

When he becomes king, you bet your ass you’re ruling next to him

He loves you to the ends of the earth

Legolas:

He absolutely adores you

VERY affectionate

Will call you pet names in elvish, whispering sweet little things in your ear

his go to means of affection is hugs from behind and holding your hands

You bet your ass that if you’re a human, hobbit or any non immortal race, he will give up his immortality.

He will teach you elvish if you don’t know it

His go to pet names are “Dear” and “My love”

He is very gentle, very loving

He’s extremely protective but that mainly stems from the fact that he has SEEN SHIT MAN.

If you want to fight, he will agree to it but he definitely will not like it

He’s not a jealous man at all, in fact other men’s advances kind of go over his head.

If you can’t sleep he will tell you stories that he’s lived through

Course, some of them are so exciting it defeats the purpose of sending you to sleep

He actually likes it when you go on adventures with him

He loves having you with him

You definitely tease him for being thousands of years old.

you love making him laugh

And he does that all the time because he gets to see that gorgeous smile.

Frodo:

The purest relationship. Ever.

He is very affectionate

EXTREMELY protective

He loves hearing stories of outside the shire and he loves sharing his experiences too

He loves hugs and my gods he is GREAT at giving them

He loves it when you play with his hair.

He is like Legolas in the sense that he definitely won’t be happy if you want to go into battle but he won’t stop you

He would prefer you to stay behind out of danger but again, he will not stop you if you want to go

his pet names are “Honey” and “Darling”

He’s honestly so pure it hurts

There is a BIG difference in personality if you meet him before the events of Lord of the Rings

For one, he’s a lot more bubbly before

When he comes back he clearly has seen some shit

Sad thing: When there’s a party he can’t hear screaming without thinking its a ring wraith so he has to leave early most times

You love him though and he DEFINITELY loves you.

Samwise:

LOYAL. AS. HELL.

Has the sweetest personality

brings you flowers every other day

He is very adamant though about you staying behind on adventures, he will get frustrated if you end up going any way but he will not be able to remain upset with you

He also really doesn’t enjoy having to watch you run into battle

Danger in general, ESPECIALLY if it’s around you, terrifies him

You love hearing his stories, him telling you all about some of the crazy things he’s experienced

If you meet him before the events of Lord of the Rings, he will mainly tell you wacky adventures he got himself into with Frodo or Merry and/or Pippin

Hell, he does that even if you meet him after.

He actually refrains from telling you about life outside the Shire because it kind of gave him trauma.

His favorite forms of affection is kissing your knuckles

He will be that guy who works his ass off for you to be able to live comfortably

He loves you and will make sure you know that fact.

Calls you “my dear” or “Darling”

Merry:

He’s a goofball.

Expect the unexpected.

He will definitely do really crazy things to make you laugh

little bit of a prankster

By a little bit I mean: He’s a chaotic little shit

He loves you so much though and knows where to draw a line

He LOVES it when you want to go off and do shit

You wanna fight? Great, he’s charging with you

Wanna randomly dance in the woods? He’s dancing with you

He loves spending time with you

He is SO loyal, always by your side

Watch someone try to separate you, he will kick their ass

He loves dancing with you

His favorite form of affection is holding your hand

Something about it is just so nice

He loves you so much, honestly he could spend HOURS gushing about you

Pippin and Frodo are always over for dinner, along with Sam

They love being around you two, watching their friend be so happy

He calls you “Love” and “Dear”

He loves cooking for you, mY GODS HE LOVES IT

Pippin:

Like Merry, massive goofball

little more of a crackhead though

He is less of a prankster, more of a cracking jokes kind of guy

He’s totally a goofball and will do all sorts of things to make you laugh

you genuinely love him and he adores you to pieces

if you meet him after the events of Lord of the Rings, he’s definitely more serious but not by too much

He’ll have a few moments where he’ll space out and you’ll have to tap him to get his attention

He clearly suffered so much trauma while on that trip

He definitely becomes more serious after everything

Yeah, he’ll crack a joke here and there but he’s definitely changed

He doesn’t mind if you want to go off and fight, but you bet your ass he will charge with you like Merry

He loves watching you be a badass

You love hearing the hysterical adventures that he’s gone on with Merry

He loves watching you sing and dance

he will sing to you on nights that you can’t sleep

His voice is hella soothing

He loves playing with your hair

He actually has a talent for making flower crowns

Boromir:

He absolutely adores you

piggyback rides while on adventures are definitely a thing

he loves making you laugh in slightly tense situations

Giant Spider pops out? His ass looks at it and then you “Why can’t we ever encounter giant butterflies?” and then charge like he said something inspirational that motivated him into battle

He doesn’t mind if you want to fight, he’ll just guard you the entire time

He’s fiercely protective over you

He loves being affectionate

Very attentive

Cold?

His cloak will be wrapped around you

Tired?

He’ll carry you

Sick?

He’ll take care of you

He loves you so much

He is kind of jealous.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust other people.

He loves calling you “Princess/Prince” or “Sweetheart”

You love hearing about his life in Gondor

When he dies... oh gods

It breaks you

If you went with the Fellowship you were inconsolable

His family gives you the horn of Gondor because they all are aware of him loving you

You two sadly have a bit of a tragic love story

Faramir:

Affectionate as fuck

Loves hugs, always has his hand on you in some sweet way

He loves you so much

He was always kind of the overlooked son so when he presented you as “Hey this is the woman/man I love” no one except Boromir notices

Boromir always looked as you as a sister/brother after that, loving the way his brother looked at you with so much adoration

He does not mind you wanting adventure one bit, so long as he’s charging next to you

He does not give a shit about a claim to the throne either

royal life does not suit this man as much as the adventure’s life does

He loves you so much

He is sort of reckless in battle and that worries you

it gets worse after Boromir dies

When you thought he died you were hysterical

Then Pippin made the observation that he was still alive

His father wasn’t hearing either of you

Then he turned out to be alive and you were so happy

Scolded the crap out of him for worrying you

You two love each other till the end

Gimli:

loves a woman/man who can hold their liquor

Oh he’s a complete crackhead

loves telling you stories of dwarven life

you love his wild stories

You keep his mind open

If your an elf he will refuse to be in love with you for a while

Oh you definitely have a kill count thing going on with him

He gets flustered when he sees you being a badass

He ain’t stopping you from doing SHIT

Wanna run into battle? Great, he’s supplying the swords and charging too

Wanna join the fellowship? He’ll complain about having to save another woman’s/man’s ass

And then later get saved by you

He definitely enjoys watching you in battle

He loves hearing stories of your homeland

sure maybe your life isn’t as exciting but he loves hearing about your life

He’s not big on affection but if he’s excited, hugs.

He also isn’t big on nicknames but he typically calls you “Lass”

He loves hearing you laugh

He says it’s like music

#gimli son of gloin #gimli x reader #lotr gimli #gimli #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x you #aragorn #aragorn imagine #aragorn x reader #frodo baggins #lotr frodo #faramir #boromir #merry and pippin #merry #pippin #samwise the brave #samwise gamgee

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hiswhiteknight · 3 years

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Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 11

Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 1700

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obvious fighting and violence, mention of suicide

** I hope I tagged everyone, this chapter isn’t the greatest, but I had to write through some writers block. Hope you like the chapter. If you want to be tagged, please feel free to message me

You tossed and turned throughout the night, in and out of a dream nightmare scape. The more you felt comfortable with the reality of the situation the deeper into despair you got. You thought survival would be something that kicked in and convince you to follow to rules and deny this sadness that has been growing in your core. You thought it was just easier to ignore and take this situation moment by moment. Recently, it has quickly become evident that there is not much you do to fix the problem in front of you. You could try to get away and more likely die or grow accustomed and slowly lose yourself, your brother, and everything you’ve learned to love in the 21st century. Most the books that helped you become this strong, independent woman – whom like your knowledge of those books could not exist in this world.

And where were you bags, Jamie was supposed to return them to you. You planned to give him a few slap against his ears and some nasty words with defending the woman you caused you to snap. He clearly found his time to distract himself with this devil, jealous woman. You quickly shook off the feelings, no person was worth giving them that much control of your feelings. Jamie was too grounding and has had too much affect on you.

Angus barreled his way down the surgery, “Let’s go Lass, we have to be on our way.”

Pulling yourself up from your make shift bed down there, you grabbed your luggage and made your way up to your horse. You were tightening some of your bags, when Jamie approached you. You chose to ignore his presence. He cleared his throat and tried to hand you your bags, “Y/N.”

“Mr. MacTavish,” you answered, pulling the bags from his hand and pushing your dagger in your belt of your dress. He stared at you, trying to figure you out and how to approach the situation.

He nodded his head, “Oh we’re back to this again.”

“To what are you referring, sir,” you answered back continuing to secure your luggage, which you were purposely taking your time completing.

“Mr. MacTavish,” he answered back at you, waiting for you to respond. When you didn’t he grabbed your wrist to stop your movement, a growl erupted from your chest.

“You’ll find it a good idea to unhand me good sir before you lose a hand,” you finally looked at him. His expression didn’t change, he waited for you to respond like you were friends or share your feelings. You just stared at him a bit longer, getting more uncomfortable with his silence. He was a patient man, that was for sure. “Took you long enough to get my bags back to me from your lassy girl, I’m sure she enjoyed your attention,” you shot back, turning back to your horse, “Hope it was worth it for you.”

He cleared his throat again, “That’s what this is about, you think I was with Laohaire,” he pointed back at you. A smirk grew on his face, “And that upsets you.”

“Nothing you do can upset me because I don’t care about you, do whatever you want,” you jabbed him with your finger harshly, “Mr. MacTavish,” you finished turning back to your horse, “Unless you touch me and I’ll gut you like a fish.”

“Jamie, Dougal wants you for something,” Angus walked up to you and Jamie. Jamie looked at you for a second later before turning towards Dougal. Angus looked at you, yelling after Jamie, “Watch this one Jamie, she might be having a special lady moment,” Angus joked while walking in the same direction.

You quickly went for your dagger to go after Angus when Murtagh pushed his hand in front of you, giving you a stern look and the ‘gimme’ motion with his hands, “Hand it over girlie.” You grunted again and handed over your dagger. “That a lass, now let’s get you on that horse,” he squatted to help you onto your horse. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, Murtagh was growing on you, like a father figure. It has been a very long time since you felt a bond like that. “Don’t be too harsh on young Jamie, it isn’t like what you think,” Murtagh shared.

“What do I think,” you looked down at him.

“Stupid doesn’t suit you,” Murtagh said to you, shaking his head. He mounted his horse next to you, “We’ve got a long trip ahead, it won’t do you any good to push him away like that.”

“I have no feelings Murtagh, it really doesn’t matter to me. I’m just here to make sure everyone doesn’t die of dysentery,” you say to him before pulling forward to follow the moving crowd of men.

The ride was peaceful and chilled. It was a beautiful way to practice mindfulness and looking at the grand scheme of your predicament. You watched the men exchange their taxes, a older version of capitalism and taxes. Your tried not to think of how difficult this might be for different families. Often you set up a mock hammock and read what books you could bring on your journey or write a journal entry or story.

Occasionally you walked around the little villages and helped the citizens free of charge or what they could pay. Angus kept a close eye on you, still not fully trusting you, especially because you kept mostly to yourself or quiet. Ned and Murtagh was who you found yourself talking to most of the time. You could listen to Ned recite poetry and tell tales all day. Murtagh would just grumble about your actions and chilly disposition. And Jamie would try his hardest to stay in your good graces, but you didn’t move from you stance of trying to keep your distance, which you could tell bothered him.

You were walking about as the men collected the taxes when you heard a commotion. It caught your attention and you moved closer to see if you could help anyone at the moment, when a women came chasing a animal out with her broom. It ran into your feet and you looked upon a small puppy staring back at you. “Stay out of my food mutt,” the lady shouted.

“Excuse me, does this puppy belong to someone,” you asked, picking up the dog and cradling it to your chest. It couldn’t be more than a few months old.

“That runt is a menace around here, going to get himself killed,” she shared with you, “Cute, but no one has business around her for a puppy like that.”

For the first time in a long time, you felt a little bit of home, “So, if I took the puppy no one would care.”

“Willing to pay for it,” she asked you, looking to see if she could get a quick buck.

Scrounging in your pockets, “I got a few coins, would that be worth your troubles?” She nodded and took the cash and you lifted up the puppy to get a better look at it. It was a female puppy, who looked like a border collie with some brindle coloring. She just stared at you, you pulled out some scraps you kept in your pocket to snack on and fed the dog, “Alright, let’s keep this between us for a bit, shall we?” The puppy tilted her head, while continuing to munch on the snack you gave her.

You went to introduce her to your horse when Angus shouted at you, “No way, you can’t keep it.”

“Whatever I chose or not chose to travel with is known of your concern,” you say, letting your horse sniff at the puppy who just let it happen.

Angus yelled for Dougal as everyone continued to pack for the next village trip. This caught the crew’s attention, “We can’t worry about feeding another mouth, lass, leave the pup.”

You felt anger grow in your chest and looked to Murtagh who was shaking his head no, “I promise that won’t be anything you will have to worry about. She’ll be my responsibility. I’ll train her and take care of her. Any issues, I promise I’ll be the first to find her another home, please Dougal,” it killed you to have to ask for permission.

Jamie stepped up, “She’s been nothing but helpful Dougal. She’s kept to herself, she the only girl on this trip. She’s lonely, let her keep the pup.”

This was the first time you looked at Jamie for longer than 5 seconds without quickly looking away. Ned chimed in, “Jamie’s right, Dougal, the girl deserves a companion. She’s a responsible young lady, she won’t let the puppy get in the way.”

Dougal rolled his eyes, “You’re in charge of it girl, the first time it kills one of the animals here is the time it gets tossed. You got it,” he pointed to you.

“I swear, scouts honor,” you give the girl scouts oath symbol. He looked at you strangely and continued getting ready to head for the bar.

For the first time in a while, you felt a glow in your chest. You squeezed the little creature, when Jamie walked up to you. “Seems you made a friend,” he whispered from behind you. You turn to look at him, “Cute little thing.”

“I didn’t need you to jump to my aid,” you said to him, hugging the puppy.

He nodded looking down at you, reaching to scratch the puppy’s ear, “I know, but if you don’t want to be friends with me, you minus well have someone to talk to. She seems like a good ally.”

You look at him for a moment longer, feeling a little chip in your armor, “Jamie.”

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“Hold that thought, I have a little show I have to put on,” Jamie shared walking away in his ripped and sewn back up shirt. More armor chipped away because it was easy to avoid thinking about Jamie’s feelings when you didn’t witness the scene his uncle caused. He was going through something and you continued to push him away. Maybe you had to reframe your thoughts on Jamie.

Part 12

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laporcupina · 3 years

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have you seen ted. lasso? i feel you would have profound thoughts about how it treats masculinity

To the surprise of nobody who remembers my Prolix Lass icons on LJ/DW, I am going to make you rethink your flattery by going for quantity over quality. ;)

I honestly don't think masculinity is a big theme of Ted Lasso. The big character beats for the guys aren't about how they are men, it's about how they are people. There is a steady drumbeat of fatherhood, biological or otherwise, throughout the show and maybe that could count but... Masculinity exists on a broad spectrum both in real life and on screen and I don't think the show had much novel to say there. Especially if you have much exposure to non-American screen storytelling.

(Although I will admit that I could not stop laughing when I found out that while Ted winds up with age-appropriate Sassy, Jason Sudeikis wound up with the young starlet playing New Rebecca and there’s your real treatment of masculinity.)

Where my Ted talk (ha!) actually goes in terms of show themes is: (1) kindness has strength and power and Ted is Batman and (2) Keeley and Rebecca and their relationship with the male gaze. And (3) a riff on Ted the Coach.

(1) The sense of Ted Lasso-the-show before it was watched was Ned Flanders in the Premier League version of Major League, but that it turned out to be so much more than that was such a delightful surprise. Ted is an improbable naif abroad, but he floats on the waves of the ocean he's never seen before because his foundations are built so well -- at least they initially seem to be. His is a ship that doesn't carry weapons but can't be sunk by anyone else's. And in the first season everyone tries. The 'strange new respect' that emerges is earned in every case because Ted doesn't shrug off the slings and arrows as meaningless to the ones firing them or harmless to himself, rather he focuses his attention on why they are being fired in the first place and deals with that. He's not tougher or smarter or better than anyone, he's just more perceptive -- he's Batman, with no powers but his ability to understand others, in a universe that thinks Superman is better because bullets bounce off of him. And with that perceptiveness has come generosity and patience and kindness toward those who don't have it instead of arrogance. Which is in contrast to the monster that Nate becomes as he grows into his prowess and power. They are both men with gaping maws at the center of them, but Ted's response is "I need other people around me to feel wanted" and Nate's becomes "I need." (2) Keeley and Rebecca, together and apart, and how they addressed aging in women, which is never done on the screen in a sympathetic way. And how the show kept sexuality as a meaningful part of them both, especially in the testosterone-soaked world of professional sports, without objectifying them even in a meta way. (You know, Black Widow is a strong, independent woman of incomparable skills and real friendships with powerful men... but we're gonna show closeups of her tits and ass.) The gals and the male gaze was a killer part of the first season for me. Women are conditioned to orient themselves to the male gaze, whether it's how to dress to attract men or how cultural mores require them to hide themselves to avoid it. But that gaze is ephemeral and there comes a point where men stop seeing a woman -- ask a lady over 35 how that works -- and that's why Hollywood is the way it is and that's why actually admitting it is so freaking novel. Keeley is 30 and her first season arc is that she realizes that she has to decide on her adult life -- her glamour model days are running out and she won't be able to get by on her tits forever. And Rebecca, much older, has been forced to reconsider her adult life and part of that is rebuilding her foundations and self-image. Because you know Rebecca was Keeley twenty years ago, a stunner who understood herself to be attractive and that attractiveness was a core part of her identity, and she never really had to deal with the body blow of the invisibility that comes with age before her husband's betrayal. Let alone the very public and intentionally humiliating version she gets to endure. (Yes, she still looks like an incredible Hannah Waddingham, but it's still American-ish TV and there are no average looking women on it.) And we get to watch them grow strong on their own and through the complementary friendship they develop and come to define themselves outside of whatever any guy thinks about them sexually -- while not de-sexing them. Rebecca starts the season on a mission to get her husband to see her again by destroying his prized team, but ends it realizing that she doesn't really want him to see her because his attention is not worthwhile and yet that of people like Keeley and Ted and Higgins is. In the first season Keeley is the one propping up Rebecca's sense of her own beauty, but in Season Two she has reclaimed her own vigor and image and reaps the benefits. Keeley starting off with Jamie and ending with Roy, yes, it's about replacing lust with love, but it's arguably the least interesting part of her arc -- her friendship with and support of Rebecca, her development as a savvy businesswoman supported by Rebecca, and her fury at Rebecca's betrayal, that's where her character beats are in the first season. Roy breakfasting in pajamas at her dining table's a result of that, not its own thing. (The two do become their own thing in the second season.) Sidebar: everyone, regardless of gender, should have friends outside of your age range. It will develop you as a person whichever side of the older/younger coin you are on. (3) That the first season was a moral victory and a loss in every other way that counts was novel. The second season being the flip side of that was also notable -- they get back to the Premier League but with casualties. I'm a baseball/hockey fan and appreciate that there are technical coaches, the guys who do strategy and tactics very well because they think the game in a special way, and there are "players' coaches" who outsource the X's-and-Os to an assistant while they work to their strength, which is morale. Ted is very clearly the latter and that's not a bad thing -- the current coach of my NHL New York Rangers is the same and they paid him a lot of money to take the job. However. There's a moment near the end of Season One, when Beard and Ted are arguing about whether Roy should start, and Beard points out -- correctly -- that this isn't the NCAA and their goal is not to produce quality young men ready for the world, it's to win. Only to win. And Ted's inability to realize this on his own, to fight this once it is pointed out before giving in, is where he actually failed as a coach. (All the more so because my god the NCAA is all about the benjamins and he should be familiar with the concept.) He is therefore a much better coach in Season Two, but if you asked him he'd look at Nate and argue the point.

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta

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bluefire94 · 3 years

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Introducing a Ben 10 Reboot AU: The OmniFamily!

I’ve come up with a cute AU for the Ben 10 Reboot where the Season 1 Aliens (for the time being) are independent beings that live together and have slice-of-life adventures when they aren’t fighting crime.

While I prefer the OS, I do think the reboot aliens would fit the idea better by virtue of that series being lighter-hearted and goofier in tone.

I was inspired by @hincapie319 ‘s similar concept The 10 of Us as well as @thebig-chillqueen ‘s cute Overwatch AU posts. <3

Here’s the bios of each member!

-Four Arms: Is a lot like Wreck-It-Ralph, a bit short tempered and insecure, but enjoys his friends and is willing to help however he can. He also loves his momma <3

-Heatblast: A classic hothead: gets mad easily, but never hits anyone, and is working on remaining calm more. He's also a bit headstrong, but only because he believes in taking action quickly.

-XLR8: Is the jock villager type from Animal Crossing. He enjoys competing with others and showing off. He has ADHD-like hyperactivity, and thus fidgets a bit and gets side tracked easily. He's working on that though.

-Diamondhead: Is the unofficial leader of the group. He comes off as bossy to the others, but just wants the best for them. Also, he's under self-inflicted pressure as his father is high in rank in the Petrosapien army. Still, he does enjoy fun activities with his surrogate brothers.

-Cannonbolt: He's like a good-hearted frat boy: enjoys having a good time and remains optimistic. He always tries to look at the brighter side of things, and goes out to help those who are down. In hindsight he’s like Baloo from Disney’s The Jungle Book.

-Upgrade: Despite his deep voice and cyber-cyclops appearance, he's a big softie. He is sensitive and timid, but also always willing to help those in trouble; kind of like Bernard from The Rescuers. He also likes nerd culture, especially video games (which he does livestreams of :) ).

-Grey Matter: Similar to Upgrade, but more outgoing and spunky. He does experiments (which Upgrade helps with), and also is a nerd culture fan. He can get emotional charged easily, though.

-Overflow: Is like a sailor: outgoing and always up for adventure. He keeps morale among the group as high as possible, and is usually the one to break up bickering going on (usually between XLR8 and Heatblast). He also now has a Scottish accent and thus refers to people as lad/lass per my one headcannon post on it.

-Wildvine: A total party dude. Similar to Cannonbolt, but more wild (heh) and snarky. He never acts truly mean to anyone though. He also enjoys gardening, of course. :)

-Stinkfly: A kid at heart, he always looks at the world with wide eyed idealism and enjoys having fun. He can be navie on things, but springs into action when he realizes things are serious.

For now, I was planning on doing just one-shots, but I can go about writing full stories for those who are interested. :)

Not sure immediately if and how other aliens would be added. If so, there would be more than 10 at a time (meaning Upgrade and the others are spared this time <3). I’ve also thought of Ben and Gwen coming in at one point, where the members become surrogate fathers/brothers to them. <3

I’ll start posting the first few one-shots soon! :)

Apologies to @hincapie319 for the near identical concept. If you see this and feel that it’s too similar, please let me know.

#ben 10 #ben 10 reboot #ben 10 au #the omnifamily #annoucemnet

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