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gaslighting69 · 8 hours

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I did the whole family

The Resurrecions

Barnabas "Barnaby"

"Good afternoon.."

• Red eyes

• Slight nose bump

• Slightly thick Stubble

• Dark gray hair

• ALWAYS wears a Orthodox Cross

Background:

An infamous retired general, viewed to be cruel and merciless was actually just a man who had a rough childhood. Although, having perished on the hands of his father, he was a good (if not the best) father to his twin children. He currently works at the Doppelganger Detection Department (DDD) as a drill sergeant.

Esperanza "Esper" Ponce

"Good afternoon!"

• Curly hair

• Heart lips

• Maid uniform

• Curled bangs

• ALWAYS smiles

Background:

The maid and nanny of the household. Her family served the Resurrecion since their capture. Although she was taught that they were cruel, Esper found home in Barnabas. She has took on the role of a mother for Juan and Juanita, and is regularly called "ma".

Juan

"Hello!"

• Wears a gold St. Benedict medallion

• Red vest cardigans and black turtleneck

• Round eyebrows

• Brown hair

• Mocking smile

Background:

A biologist and a pro-volleyball player. Juan was picked up by Barnabas, along with his twin sister, Juanita. Although being the boy, he was a person who could not hurt a fly, often relying on his sister when ordering things.

Juanita

"Hello."

• Wears a gold St. Benedict medal

• Curly hair

• Two-toned lipstick

• Sharp lashes

• Round eyebrows

Background:

A chemist, she has a habit of showing off her knowledge among others. Her and her strong feminine feature had brought her three friends from the building (Izaack, Elenois, and Selenne). Although looking like a strict person, she has a more laid-back personality than her nervous wreck of a brother.

Other info:

• Juan and Juanita are adopted

• They're all Filipinos except for Barnbas

• Barnabas' name is inspired by a saint in the bible

• They're all religious, they are Orthodox.

• Barnabas and Esper have a special relationship :3

• Juanita believes that Angus is Izaack's boyfriend but Angus doesn't know Juanita is Izaack's friend

• Juanita tests make-up on Izaack regularly, they also would beat up people who mess up their hair or scratch their face.

• McLooy, Isaac, Noah, and Barnabas all know each other but Isaac is the only one who doesn't despise Barnabas.

• Juan has to listen to Angus talk about stocks and business stuff because they're friends, he doesn't really mind

• Juan also thinks Izaack is Angus' boyfriend

• Happy family/srs

Songs cuz y not :3

• Barnabas

• Esper

• Juan

• Juanita

#thats not my neighbor #tnmn #tnmn oc #that's not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor oc #i spent so long typing this #Spotify

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thescarvedinsect · 7 months

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OFMD Week Day 2- Music Monday

I couldn't decide on actual musicians/singers to combine characters with, so I made this silly, poorly drawn modern AU comic where Ed's crew are a rock band and Lucius sneaks Stede backstage.

Transcript for people who can't read my terrible handwriting:

Stede: " Lucius, are you sure we won't get thrown out by security?"

Lucius: "My boyfriend does technical shit for these guys. He lets me sneak backstage all the time. Watch out for Iz, though. He's not as nice as the others."

Eddie Teach: "Hey."

Stede: "...Eddie Teach?"

Eddie Teach: "Ed's fine. I saw you out there, and you really stood out. Pretty much everyone else who comes to these things just visually copies us. The aqua waistcoat with white frills popping out, I fucking love that! What's your name, mate?"

Stede: "Well, I'm- I'm Stede. It's erm... I was unexpectedly invited here by my friend Lucius, and I didn't have time to change."

Ed: "You dress like this every day?"

Stede: "Afraid so. It's a comfort thing, my ex-wife was always embarrassed by it..."

Ed: "I fucking love it, man."

Iz: "Eddie, Is this flashy groupie bothering you?"

Ed: "No way, Iz! He's incredibly fascinating! Fang, Ivan, Iz! Get this guy a permanent backstage pass! This is better than before CJ left!"

Iz: "You literally just met this ponce."

Lucius: "Babe. The friend I took is now friends with Eddie."

Pete: "Nice! I still remember when I was close to him before the band's success!"

Iz: "SHUT UP, ROADIE!"

Pete: "It's Pete."

END

#OFMDWeek2023 #ofmdweek2023 #i was not paid or sponsored in any way to post this #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd fanart #ofmd comic #ofmd au #stede bonnet #ed teach #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #black pete #fang ofmd #ivan ofmd #thescarvedinsect art #my art #band au

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titsgirlbuffy · 11 months

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hey sorry if you've gotten a million alerts about me liking way too many of your posts!! i'm currently rewatching Buffy and Angel for the first time in over a decade (i first watched both shows between ages 10 and 13 so this has been an eye opening rewatch) and the hyperfixation has returned big time! I've been scouring the internet for meta and all of yours that i've read resonate with me a lot.

if you ever feel like writing them out (no pressure of course!) i'd love to read some more of your gay Wesley thoughts -- i've also always read him as gay, and i have such a strange time going into his tag on tumblr because soooo much of it is Wes/Lilah content. i'm particularly curious about your thoughts on how a gay reading of Wesley impacts his storylines with Lilah, Fred, and maybe Virginia. also sorry if all this is weird from a non-Buffy-blog stranger!!

Omg Thank You for sending this! It’s been sitting in my inbox for a while cause I needed to actually think about it in words rather than just. Autistic screeching. And also cause I wanted to see more of the Wesley/Lilah relationship to make sure my first thoughts weren’t totally baseless (if anything they’re being proven further). Just watched Apocalypse Now-ish so there’s probably later stuff I’d add in if I’d seen the whole show.

I’m really surprised by how many fans read him as straight (no offense but we have different eyes). Wesley’s coded as queer pretty often – part of it’s just the queer-coding of the Buffyverse supernatural in general (see This Old Gang of Mine for a questionable but really clear-cut example), but there’s also tons where it’s him specifically (in Sanctuary where the council’s kill squad call him out on his “perverted” relationship with Angel and also call him a ponce, Wesley stopping Angel in that same episode before the fight to make sure he knows he gave up a chance to go home and be accepted by his father and culture For Angel, multiple times in season one when outsiders assume he and Angel are together, that time Angel gets possessed by an old guy who assumes Wesley is his boyfriend and tries to let him down gently but freaks out when Wesley goes to touch him… etc etc etc). Plus the way he looked up to Angel in early seasons absolutely comes across as a crush, he and Gunn were So into each other but Wesley especially was repressed about it (running theme, man radiates internalised homophobia), and all his relationships with women… well, there’s Layers going on.

So his early relationship with Cordelia was the first time (if you don’t count just. Looking at him) I solidly thought Wesley must be gay, rather than any other label. To me that’s absolutely a comphet relationship on his part. The crucial parts of the Cordelia/Wesley relationship is that 1. He sees himself as “a bad, bad man” for wanting to pursue anything with Cordelia, and as such 2. She is completely unattainable, but 3. When it’s proven that she’s Not unobtainable actually, the relationship falls apart the instant they try to do anything about it. He’s attracted to Cordelia because it’s a safely straight crush where he’s not Allowed to actually follow through on anything (and panics the moment he does anyway), and to an extent because a relationship would give him a reason to stay in California.

I headcanon Wesley as actually working out that he’s gay between seasons 1 and 2 – purely because he’s the one who introduces the group to Caritas and was visiting it between seasons, which… do I need to explain why Caritas is a gay bar? Please feel to ask me to explain that if anyone doesn’t get it, but for now, trust me, as a frequenter of gay karaoke bars, Caritas is 100% a gay karaoke bar. This is also around the time he starts dressing differently, stops wearing multi-piece fully buttoned suits year round in California. He’s getting more comfortable being himself.

Which all makes his relationship with Virginia really interesting. They met when he was mimicking Angel’s Straight Man Persona (literally in the same episode where Angel was getting therapy and being told that his manly persona is an act and that it’s hurting him. Yeah), and I’m not totally sure if she was a beard or a purposefully chosen Public Relationship. She was a billionaire socialite – again, Wesley’s internalised homophobia is off the charts, and this is a relationship that got into the papers (and would definitely get back to his family, if they made any effort to look). Sidenote, I’m genuinely certain that he was just homeless until they got together. Wesley is established as Broke™, starts dating a billionaire, and suddenly has a large swank apartment? In LA? I am simply drawing connections. So yeah, while I’m undecided about how much Virginia knew this, their relationship reads as one based on public persona and just social climbing generally.

Fred’s the most complicated of his relationships with women. The rivalry with Gunn is probably a part of it, but actually I think a bigger part is Billy. As in, Billy, the guy who made any guy who touched him (or his blood, sorry Wes) become violently misogynistic. Side eyeing the writers for that one, but still, it Really fucked Wesley up. Fred was fine, she doesn’t blame him, but after the spell wore off Wesley literally hid in his room for a week then told her “I don’t know what kind of man I am anymore” then Cut His Hair Short Again. Some sort of closeness to Fred had been alluded to before this (protecting her in This Old Gang Of Mine despite her very much being able to protect herself, suddenly being given an interest in science despite being a linguist), but that was really the turning point for this being a textual Attraction. Even then, similar to the Cordelia thing, Wesley never makes a move (assuring everyone who asked that he would when he was ready. Okay), and when he talks about it, it’s an attraction to a Fred that literally doesn’t exist.

Fred doesn’t need anyone making a shovel talk on her behalf – she can and will just kill them herself (at the point I’m at, she and Gunn might break up because He killed someone when she’d wanted to do it on her own). There was a great moment when Lilah dressed up as “Fred”, complete with schoolgirl outfit and glasses, and the shot cut to Fred, hair down, glasses free, ready to hunt a ghost with Gunn. The irony is that the Fred who actually Does exist has way more in common with Wesley (it’s honestly just the gender that’s the issue here), but in a combo of self hatred and need to redeem himself post-Billy, Wesley’s created this sweet innocent young scientist who he needs to Protect™. Is that love? Well, he didn’t make a move when he thought it was.

I can see why people like his relationship with Lilah. They’re awful. Literally the first time they slept together it was because Wesley was So depressed and was hoping he wouldn’t regret it until the morning (didn’t work. Regretted it instantly). He doesn’t have a job, and Lilah’s trying to recruit him to W&H. I said, the second time we saw them on screen, that he was prostituting himself. I was joking! But uh. Canon jokes about how “giving” Lilah is. Expensive bribes (“gifts”, Lilah insists) Wesley could never afford. He makes a bet with her for ONE DOLLAR, loses, she MAKES HIM SIGN THE DOLLAR, and then LEAVES IT WITH HIM. They’re in bed for this. I just. I was joking. I wasn’t expecting an actual scene of them in bed with a dollar bill between them. What the fuck. Anyway, that aside, he really does just hate himself right now, tangibly depressed post-baby-theft, and Lilah is There. Caritas doesn’t exist any more and there’s no plausible deniability in a non-demon gay bar.

Thanks again for reading my stuff @lostupst8 <3 never apologise for spamming me, I crave attention

#ats #wesley wyndam pryce #I'm probably missing a bunch of stuff but I Will post about this again #do ask any clarifying questions #my ask box is forever open #buffyverse #meta #angel the series #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

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i-am-literally-deranged · 1 year

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So I've spent years trying to convince my mother, who is 53 years old and really into otome games, to play Hatoful Boyfriend. And she did, but she INSISTED on stopping before BBL out of spite, because I haven't finished her favourite game yet. And I just thought that you might enjoy hearing her bizarro takes on the characters when I asked her what she thought of everyone. She's played everyone's route but has refused to start BBL. She has some of the worst opinions I've ever heard.

SHUU: is her favourite character. She can't remember anyone's name, so she just calls him "My Honey" She says that he's the sexy one of the group, and the best part of the game. She likes his purple eyes and murderous tendencies, and says that it would be a privilege to have her head cut off by him. She also says that she would like the game more if more of the characters killed her. I politely held my tongue about BBL and why she should get right to it.

ANGHEL: The only character whose name she consistently remembers. She's deeply baffled by his gender, but I think that's fair given that she doesn't really grasp the concept of gender in general. She has referred to him as being friends with Shun Kaido before, and I don't know what sort of little crossover she has going on inside of her head where they have met and are best friends, but it sounds adorable and I love that. Notably, she doesn't remember Shun's name very well, so she usually refers to him as "Anghel's little friend from the Saiki K show"

SAKUYA: We're going to have some disappointment in the audience with this one. She fucking hates Sakuya. Hates him to absolute DEATH. She calls him "the ponce" and got annoyed when I mentioned him to ask her for her take. By far her least favourite character. She said that she hopes the windows in the student council room are extremely clean.

YUUYA: So she actually didn't remember who Yuuya was, and I had to retell her what happens in his route, and when he finally remembered who he was she said "OH YOU MEAN CHRISTMAS DINNER BOY!!"

"Yeah I like him! He's a pretty swell guy." I asked if she had any further comments on him and her only responses were "He owes me compensation for the fact that his dipshit brother is still alive and I have to know him." And "Yummy."

RYOUTA: She likes him! She said that he's one of the best, and that she cried in his route. She called him "Your sad little friend" and expressed concern for his wellbeing. Ryouta passed her vibe check with flying colours! Yay for Ryouta.

NAGEKI: Another one whose name she often remembers, but it's hard to say exactly how often, because she refers to him as "The dead one." My mother dislikes Nageki, but not actually for his own sake, but because when I played the game for the first time I couldn't shut up about Nageki, and now she has a sort of built up resentment of him. When I asked her for her opinion of him on his own merit, her answer was "I simply do not care about him."

OKOSAN: "That is an animal. That is literally an animal. Why was he an option in the first place?? I don't understand it. I do not like him. Why is he here."

KAZUAKI: Easily her second favourite character. She didn't remember his name, but when I told her that he was the teacher, her response was to say "Oh....." very softly, then go into a long tangent about how she hopes he's doing okay, he seemed so sad and she likes him a whole lot. She said that she cares about him, and he seems very broken, but still very good. She said he was her best friend when playing the game. She then asked me if he lives to the end of the story, and I told her to play it and find out for herself. She refused.

#Hatoful Boyfriend #I feel that it is worth mentioning that my mother is insane #I don't think I can very easily articulate to you how genuinely insane my mother is #Strange woman.

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georgiapeach30513 · 7 months

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She lived in Atlanta for a full year? 🤔 What Visa allows this? She was filming movies in other countries.

I don’t do visa talk over here. But that living together for a year in Atlanta is laughable. They’re playing with the timeline of things, just like past relationships and that’s fine. But I can assure you he wasn’t just in Atlanta for a year 😂 again, just cleaning up timelines. And didn’t another blog get a summer 2022 “boyfriend” photo of her? But yeah, she was filming, too.

Also, Ponce City Market is an interesting place to be going to yoga. If you’re staying in Buckhead 😉

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captainsamuelmorrigan · 1 year

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Stede has a fixing problem.

Izzy hates it.

"Well I could pay for it! Izzy, let me pay for it. I don't want you to worry!" Stede is leaning over Izzy's chair, trying to snatch the bill in front of him away. "I'll have my lawyer look at it, get it all squared away."

Izzy holds it out of his boyfriend's reach, his eyes burning with frustration, threatening to turn into anger. "I want to do it myself."

"Isreal, I really think it would be a simple fix! It's hardly a hassle for me at all!" Stede lunges for the paper again, this time almost landing on Izzy. The extra physical sensation of Bonnet pushing against him pushes him over the edge.

"For FUCKS SAKE BONNET, LET A FISH SWIM FOR A MOMENT!" Izzy huffs, breathing hard, trying take a deep breath so he doesn't end up grabbing his knife to use against his lover. He looks at Bonnet with eyes alight with anger. "I just need to struggle for a moment. I know how to struggle."

Stede presses his lips into a thin line for a moment. "I-... Isreal. I want to help."

Izzy relaxes back into his chair. "I know."

"Why can't I help?"

"I've struggled my entire life, Bonnet. I don't know anything else." He turns away at that, avoiding Stede's eyes.

Stede slides into the chair next to Izzy, pausing for a moment. He chooses his words carefully. "Until I met you and Edward, I didn't really know how to struggle at all. I want to give you the opportunity to not struggle anymore." He gingerly takes the older man's free hand. "I mean, really! Your worry lines have worry lines!" He quips.

"I thought you said you liked my wrinkles."

Stede leans in slowly, as if approaching a cornered animal. His eyes roam Izzy's face like he's looking at a precious piece of art. "I love them, Isreal. I just see them sometimes and think about what if I had come earlier. What if I had been able to pick you up off the streets, what if I had been able to stop Ed from getting all the hurt he has?"

Izzy turns to Stede, eyes serious, a frown breaking up his neat beard and moustache. "What if Ed and I had been there to protect you from those bullies that tied you into a boat?"

Stede thinks a moment, looking up and away in thought. "I wouldn't be as caring, I suppose."

"And I wouldn't have all my 'Izzy-isms' as you and Edward put it, if I didn't have all my bad things happen to me. I'd be some soft ponce like you." There's no real heat behind the insult. Izzy burns out rather fast now with Stede. "I need you to let me deal with this in the way I need to. Right now, I need to struggle."

Stede leans back, watching with a small frown, waiting to see if Izzy means it.

"Oh, fine, alright. You win."

"You were barely even a player."

Stede scoffs, shaking his head with a smile. "I'll have Roach make us some coffee to keep your struggle energy up. I'll have you know that I need to help somehow."

Izzy shakes his head, sighing. Why did he fall in love with his perfect opposite? "Do what you want Stede."

But for all the struggle of receiving help, Izzy does gently pull Stede in for a peck before watching his blond boyfriend bounce happily out of the room.

"I'll call you if I do need help."

Stede turns back with a little smile. "That's all I ask."

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means gay #izzy hands #dizzy izzy #israel hands #stizzy #steddyhands #stede fucking bonnet #stede bonnet #stizzy hurt/comfort? maybe??#stizzy fighting

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calyxthenerd · 4 months

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Next Chapter

“So yeah, we’re meeting up with my younger cousin and his friends at the hotel so we can coordinate everything” Leon finished his long speech as they got to work in trying to find cabs for everyone, while in the other side of the airport…

“Okay, so for the cabs, it’s the usual groups, Jim, Yam and Ramiro can go into this first one since you’re all focused here, Pedro, Nico, Delfi and Jazmin, you guys go on the next one, then it’s Nina, Gaston and Matteo, followed by me, Luna, Ámbar and Emilia, am I missing someone? No? Good! Move people, move! We need to get to the hotel soon, my cousin and his friends must be waiting for us!”

At the hotel…

People from both groups started slowly arriving in cabs, Jim, Yam and Ramiro walked up to the hotel, running into Camila, Maxi and Andres “Oh I’m so sorry, me and my friends here came with our group of friends on vacation, but we don’t really know where we’re supposed to be going…” Jim let out, all in one breath

“Don’t worry, a similar thing happened to us! By the way, I love your hair! Is it natural or dyed?” Camila replied, getting Maxi to punch her arm and say through gritted teeth “Cami, what did we say about asking these kinds of questions to strangers?”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s fine, it’s dyed, actually, me and my girlfriend” she pulls Yam forward, hugging her side “have been dying our hair together since we were fourteen!” Yam waves, smiling awkwardly “Yup, that’s right”

Ramiro walks out from behind them, chuckling “It seems you two dumb-dumbs forgot to introduce yourselves” he made a weird bow and said “Ramiro Ponce, best roller skater in the world, at your service” he got back up “and those are Jim & Yam, my favorite strange lesbians

Maxi extended his hand and shook Ramiro’s “I’m Maxi Ponte, these are Camila Torres, my favorite strange lesbian, and the one who’s been weirdly quiet is Andr- CAMILA WE LOST ANDRES!!”

Suddenly appeared Broduey and Federico, who were dragging a very confused and rambly Andres behind them, they did not look happy “You guys know full well you can’t let him out of your sight, and it was your job to watch him” Federico lectures as Broduey pushed Andres onto Maxi, who holds him close

Then Federico noticed those people were staring at him, until the tall dark haired tall one grabbed his hand and pulled him towards their side “Matteo, dude, what are you doing with those people? Come on, we need to wait for the rest” and Federico struggled against his grip, until he finally could free himself “I don’t know who you’re looking for, but my name is Federico and you’re wrinkling my clothes!” He started to run his hands down his shirt to smooth it out

A few feet away there was another weird encounter

Nico and Pedro were hauling all of Jazmin’s bags out of the cab as she and Delfi watched on, when a certain dark haired shortie, distracted by her surroundings bumped into the pile of suitcases and fell, with everything falling with her “What did you do! Do you have any idea how expensive those are???” The fashion nut berated her, as the other journalist tried to calm her down, “Jazmin, stop it, I’m sure all your 5 bags worth of outfits are fine” meanwhile the young bassist stopped with his job to go help the curly haired drummer “I’m fine, don’t worry, here let me help you guys” she got the last three bags out of the cab, showing immense upper body strength and dismissed the cab driver

“I’m so sorry about this, I’m Naty, and I’m so clumsy and this happens all the time I’m sorry-“ suddenly someone clapped a hand on her shoulder, stopping her rambled apology “Natalia, how many times have we told you to stop apologizing so damn much, and don’t you think of uttering the word sorry” said a newly-arrived Diego, with Marco on his toe

“Anyways, I’m Diego, this little bouncyball is Naty, and the tall one is my boyfriend, Marco, he’s a local, so if you’re ever in any trouble, call him, and you guys are?”

“I’m Pedro, the screechy one is Jazmin, the one calming her down is my girlfriend Delfi, and our tall one is my boyfriend, Nico”

“Good to meet you guys, we’re just waiting for our friend who organized this trip to arrive so we can all go in and meet up with his cousin and their friends” said Marco

“Funny, we’re doing the exact same thing” replied Nico

Elsewhere…

“Yes Francesca, it was a great idea to agree to take a cab by yourself in a city you don’t know-“ it dissolved into angry Italian rambling as she marched up to the hotel with her stuff, bumping into someone

“Mi dispiace- uh, um- sorry”

“Va tutto bene”

She looks up and cocks her head “Federico?”

The Federico lookalike scratches his chin “I think you got the wrong guy, my name is Matteo”

Then two other people come up to him, a brunette girl with glasses, who’s very focused on something in her tablet, and a tan guy with floppy hair, who’s guiding her, so she doesn’t bump into anyone, with the hand he has on her waist

“Hey, bro, what’s taking so long-“ Gaston furrows his eyebrows “who’s that?”

“Before you interrupted, I was about to ask her that” he looks at her expectantly

“I’m Francesca, I’m kinda lost actually, I was hoping you could help me find my friends, one of them looks a lot like you” she points to Matteo

“Okay, Francesca, this is my friend Gaston, and the one with her head stuck on the screen is his girlfriend Nina”

#soy luna #violetta

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neophytepagan · 8 months

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My current bg3 playthro is a fun chaotic mess i went and made it so everyone had a class different from their original one. Wyll is a paladin and it suits him so perfectly. Astarion is a bard, gale is a sorceror, lae'zel is a monk, karlach is a ranger with a big pet dog. Wyll practically already has an oath of devotion so it just enhances his roleplay having the chivalrous paladin options in dialogue now. Also wyll running in and dunking the shit out of enemies with the distelled holy power of 1000 suns while his ponce bard boyfriend plays a little ditty to empower him is just splendid

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nehswritesstuffs · 2 years

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Clara is on her period and is miserable and 12 although awkward with these things tries to be a good boyfriend/husband and help her relax.

1518 words; I’d expect Twelve is less awkward with these things than some of the Doctor’s other incarnations, but that’s neither here nor there; don’t read if you’re squeamish about periods, I guess, although there’s not a lot of graphic stuff, just more like what you’d experience if someone in your house was menstruating

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It was summer, and summers meant more Clara Time, so it was decidedly Tuesday from the Earthen London perspective. The Doctor was tinkering underneath the TARDIS’s flight console while Clara read a book on the upper level, one leg swung over the arm rest while the other dangled down to tap her toe against the floor. Things were peaceful, quiet, ready for the next adventure to begin at a moment’s notice. Clara looked up from the book, snapped it shut, and audibly groaned.

“Leave the dryer on again?” he asked idly.

“No,” she grumbled. “I started.”

He poked his head out from the console. “Started what?”

“My period—menstruating—you know…” She stood and made her way down towards the door to the corridors. “Let’s hope I find the bathroom before I bleed through the liner I have on.”

“How can you tell?” He was fully divested from the console and on the way to his feet now.

“Sometimes, I just can,” she said.

“That doesn’t make sense. You either can or you can’t.”

“This time I can. With as many women as you’ve traveled with, I’m surprised no one else has done so and let you know about it.”

“Many of them were decidedly uncomfortable talking about it; different social morays and all.” The Doctor watched as she rolled her eyes and disappeared into the corridor, which left him scratching his head.

Oh well—at least Clara’s period never got in the way before.

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The Doctor woke up the following morning with Clara in his arms, though she was curled up into a ball so tightly that only his arms and a small part of his chest touched her body. He wrenched his arms from her and let her be, finding a robe to throw over his shoulders before he padded out of the room, headed straight for the kitchen. It was time for a good omelette, he decided, and began to gather together the appropriate fixings. He had finished the omelettes, as well as some tea with toast and jam, and placed them on the table when he noticed one crucial thing: Clara wasn’t there yet. Nodding, he piled everything onto a tray and carried it down to the bedroom, where the Human in question was still laying in a tight ball.

“Clara, it’s time for breakfast,” he stated, placing the tray down on the mattress as he sat. “We can get in a whole day yet if we hurry, where we can ponce about the Andromeda System, have afternoon tea in pre-colonial Hong Kong, and even possibly even figure out the mystery of why one of my past traveling companions knew an ancient Aboriginal Australian dialect despite not being of the time period, and all her great-grandparents were from Europe.” He picked up his plate and began to eat, using the side of his fork to slice off bits of omelette.

Chew, chew, chew, swallow… she remained in the same position.

“Clara…?” He placed his plate down and gently shook her shoulder. She rolled over and glared at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like shit,” she grumbled. “Andromeda and Hong Kong and ancient dialects will have to wait.” She saw the food and it seemed to take a moment to register that it was even real, let alone for her. Taking the mug of tea first, she sipped at it experimentally.

“What is it?” he asked. He could smell hormones flooding off of her, and it was difficult to even catch a whiff of the aromatic omelettes and tea without having them directly under his nose.

“My period.” Clara grimaced as she placed down the cuppa and began to eat the omelette. “I’m not nauseous this time, thank goodness, but I’ve got bad cramps anyhow and I’m sore in other spots. It’s not usually this bad, but when it is, it’s bad.”

“Then adventures can wait until you’re not feeling like you’re run over by a bus and about to regenerate,” the Doctor nodded. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I thought you’ve only been a bloke so far.”

“We were all given instruction in the Academy on the varying differences in gendered physiology and what that might entail… or not entail, for if or when we might need the knowledge post-regeneration,” he nodded. “We were all subjected to a false jolt of pain that was meant to represent a mild menstruation cramp and… well… let’s just say it made more than one lad regenerate.” He rested his fork on his plate long enough to free his hand to drink his own tea. “There’s lots of things about Gallifreyans and Humans that are disturbingly similar, and reproductive health lines up like many of the other topics, and it’s helped out on more than one occasion.”

“So what you’re telling me is that you’ve had to buy Time Lord pads?”

“More than that,” he shrugged vaguely. He finished off his omelette and slathered some jam on a wedge of toast. “I’ll make sure this passes with as little fuss as possible.”

“…and then adventure…?”

“All the stars and yum cha you can handle,” he grinned. He took his plate out of the room with him as he continued to munch on the toast.

It was going to end up being a very different sort of day, but that he didn’t mind.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

When Clara had fallen back asleep, she had half her omelette and the dregs of her cuppa sitting next to her on the tray in the bed. She wasn’t a particularly active sleeper, so when she woke up to find that they were not there, it did concern her a bit.

Taking a quick look around the room, she saw that there was no one else there, meaning it was at least possible for the Doctor to have taken the tray while she was asleep. Instead of investigating, Clara went to the bathroom, changed her pad, and took some of the painkillers that were set out on the counter. She had nearly shuffled herself back to the bed when she saw the Doctor unloading the contents of another tray onto the bedside table.

“What are you doing…?” she asked.

“I took note of the sort of things that you tend to favor during times like these and found a bunch of them,” he explained. “We’re out of Cadbury Milk, for whatever reason, so I got you De Heer…? I don’t know… it’s shaped like a C… though there was a whole alphabet to choose from in there...”

“It’s fine, Doctor,” she assured, popping up on her toes so she could peck a kiss on his cheek. She climbed back into bed and examined her newly-gathered supplies. There was the aforementioned chocolate, as well as some crisps, tea in the stay-hot-pot that the Doctor had fiddled into inventing during the school year while waiting for Wednesday to come about, and a wee shot glass filled with what smelled like an energy drink. A moment later and he had an electric-powered heating pad, and a moment after that he had a television on a wheely cart that he positioned on her side of the bed.

“You really must want to talk dialects over dim sum,” she chuckled. She watched as he fussed over the state of her bedding before he grabbed the remote and joined her, positioning himself snugly along her back. He draped an arm over her, holding not only her close, but the heating pad in place. After tucking her head under his chin, he used the shaky hold he hand on the remote to turn the television on.

“I’d say there’s anything you could possibly want to stream on it, but it’s not streaming—I just have an impressive digital collection.”

“What is copyright law to someone who existed before the author was born and a hundred years after they were gone?” She watched as he scrolled through some of the offerings before chuckling weakly. “I thought that they stopped the Dark Universal Cinematic Universe after that wee nit crashed the Mummy reboot.”

“I might have some extra-dimensional versions of certain films thanks to the nature of the TARDIS,” he shrugged. He put on Creature From the Black Lagoon and settled in, allowing the opening credits to roll over panoramic shots of the Amazon rainforest.

“I guess I’ll get to see whether or not I prefer this or Shape of Water.”

“The mam from Paddington is still in this, so I don’t know.”

“You are the worst.”

A capybara was dragged underwater by an unseen force.

“No I’m not.”

A local child finds remains of the animal and alerts the other members of the community. Via subtitles, they marvel at the state of the bones—no animal is able to pick a capybara clean and precise as this did—and put the rest of the people on high alert. The child glances towards the water, only to catch the last of something quickly ducking beneath the surface.

He does not think anything of it.

“Okay, yeah. You’re not… at least not on-purpose.”

#Whouffaldi #Whouffle #Clara Oswald #Twelfth Doctor #Greyface replies #replies #fan fiction #Doctor Who #sweet LORD you don't realize how much I wanted that reboot of the Universal Horror Monsters #but now we've got some potential placeholders instead #so I guess I'll take a weird Invisible Man and the mum from Paddington shagging a fishman

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Atlanta Wedding Photographer Looks Back At 2023 Weddings

This time of year as a Atlanta wedding photographer, I reflect back on all the weddings that I photographed in 2023. I am humbled by being a small part of such special occasions. There have been couples getting married late in life and younger couples just starting out on their journey together. All of them have been such a joy.

One of the first weddings of this year was close to my heart. Tara, my second Atlanta photographer, got married at the Dekalb courthouse to longtime boyfriend Joe. They were going out of the country to have a reception with the family and friends but wanted to get married in the states before they left so they got their marriage license at the courthouse. It happened to rain on that day but that did not dampen their mood. We took some playful photos outside the courthouse and I gave them some champagne to celebrate their first night as a married couple.

When things started getting warmer in the spring we had lots of engagement shoots. We had Rebecca and Jon who were getting married in October. Two weeks later we had Collin and Taylor. Collin was doing a surprise wedding proposal at Ponce City Market. It was a beautiful day and Taylor was totally taken off guard. She eagerly said yes when Collin asked her to be his wife. Then there were David and Lauren's engagement photos at Oakland Cemetery. You may think that that is a strange place to take engagement photos but actually it is a beautiful historic cemetery with lots of brick and stone walkways, old stone walls, old magnolias and beautiful flowers. It was very charming and fun. Then there was Saainya and Faizen who wanted to do a Bollywood engagement session at the railway museum in Duluth. It was a hoot reenacting the scenes from their favorite movies growing up.

Then it was time for our spring weddings. There was Jaylen and Megan's wedding at White Fox Cottage. I have known Meagan since she was a little girl and it was great to see her get married to such a wonderful man like Jaylen. Her family have been close friends of ours for over 20 years so it was such a treat to photograph her wedding. It was like a class reunion seeing everyone again.

There were a couple of weddings this year with furry friends represented. We had Lindsay and Ryan’s wedding with their dog Harper at the Epicurean Hotel in downtown Atlanta. Harper led the way as Lindsay and Ryan came down the aisle. Harper was dapperly dressed with a bow, tutu and flowers. She was the belle of the fall. Then there was Shane and Allison and their dog Dizzy. Dizzy was a true champ. She was comforting Allison on her wedding day and a friend to guests and the wedding party.

Then there were the older couples that got married this year who taught me you are never too old to fall in love! There was Art and Judith who met each other a couple of years ago after Art lost his wife to cancer. They started out as friends and quickly fell in love. Mohamed and Monika met as friends also. Mohamed was smitten with Monika and won her over with his charms. They had a small elegant wedding at the Georgian Terrace that was attended by a few friends and family.

So many weddings and so many memories. It was an honor to do so many unique and exceptional weddings with such wonderful and kind people. I am looking forward to what 2024 brings!

Thanks for checking out this Atlanta wedding photographers blog! I hope you enjoyed the read and found it interesting and helpful! Make sure you keep coming back to our blog to see what the Atlanta wedding photographers at Atlanta Artistic Weddings get up to! If you’d like to contact me go to the contact page and drop me a line at https://www.atlantaartisticweddings.com/contact-atlanta-wedding-photographer. I would love to hear from you!

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