#accents. for accuracy. sorry !

[hurricanek8art]

Okay SO I've never Bad Batch posted beyond reblogs but there's two episodes left and I'm going insane so my big giant theory for why the finale is titled The Cavalry Has Arrived with a sprinkle of Tech is Alive Yes I Am Delusional:

Tonight's episode is going to end with the Batch, Omega's gang, and CX-2 all colliding in one of the hallways.

Big Western faceoff, tumbleweed, yadda yadda y'know.

Right before the shooting starts, CX-2 tells them their escape plan through whatever hallway they're planning is strategically ill-advised, because *insert tactical explanation here*

Hunter: "Oh yeah? What, you trying to help us or something? No thanks."

CX-2: "It was worth the attempt. It's not as if we've ever followed orders anyway."

BIG PAUSE, CLOSE UP MONTAGE OF EVERYONE AS THE WORDS SINK IN

Omega: "...Tech?!"

Tech: *removes helmet to reveal it's him* "Well, I thought it was obvious. Shall we liberate some clones together, then?"

SMASH CUT, ROLL CREDITS, THE CALVARY HAS ARRIVED BECAUSE THE *ENTIRE* BATCH IS TOGETHER AGAIN AND THEY'RE GONNA SAVE THE CLONES.

end conspiracy theory rant. 🥴

#EDIT: SORRY LEFT OUT A BIT OF TECH DIALOGUE I PUT IT BACK JUST IGNORE THIS 😭 #no matter what happens the callback to “i thought it was obvious” re: tech and the omega/chip discoveries is required. okay. it just is. #that's his line i need to hear it again okay #also please excuse hunter's dialogue being kinda generic #if it's someone with an accent saying more than a word or two I have to put thought into writing dialogue & this was completely off the cuf #i don't have as much a problem with it as tech because i am also autistic i speak his language 🤣 #ANYWAYS i am delusional but i have also been able to predict story beats with fair accuracy for like 10 years so #speaking it into existence. manifesting? i'm still new at tumblr speak sorry 🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭 #K8 Rambles about Star Wars #star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #sw the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #the bad bad spoilers #sw the bad batch spoilers #star wars the bad batch spoilers #sw tbb spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb tech #tbb cx-2 #tbb cx 2 #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #i tagged the whole batch because even if they're not referred to by name they're in the post in spirit

[dolokhoded]

maybe i'm just greek but it's so weird to me when people get so upset over the ACCENTS in shows being transferred from broadway to the west end or to australia changing like ???? literally who fucking cares it's the same music and the same words these are just people's accents people have different accents in real life outside of having to fake them for theatre sorry <3

#🧅 #hadestown uk right now. SIX BWAY that was insane why were yall so pissed about that #like truly who cares idk maybe i just cant understand it but its just so stupid to me. #i cannot grasp why yall care so much it makes ZERO difference #and if the pronounciation of certain words in different accents changes the rhythm or the rhyme then they literally just keep it the way it #was theyre not stupid they adapt #WHAT DID IRISH ORPHEUS DO TO YOU ??? #like. especially hadestown if youre so pressed about it im gonna come in and say that actually theyre all greek so they should sing in gree #accents. for accuracy. sorry ! #''six has to be in british accents because its british history :((('' half of them were not even from england

[quick-drawn]

i know cassidy's good comedic relief material ( i mean...look at him. ) but can we also take a moment to appreciate just how terrifying he actually is, as a person —

#✯ — [ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ] ⨯ ooc #sorry for all the ooc tonight but like #he's literally a special / black ops agent with TEN+ YEARS OF EXPERIENCE. #he was operating a gun running gang at the age of FIFTEEN. #he has the accuracy of a fuckin' machine when it comes to peacekeeper... #the accent tends to throw people off but like...not sure where the stigma came from but #cassidy is one of the smartest people you'll ever come across — #he may not have finished school #but he's a PRIME example of life being the greatest teacher. #he's been through so much #experienced so many different things... #his wisdom is beyond words.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Like Mother, Like Daughter

After that angst, here's something less angsty...

Let me know what you think about this one! Do you guys prefer fluff or angst?

Pairings: katie mccabe x child reader Warnings: a child being a menace to soceity

You were your mam's mini-me in every sense of the world, from your brunette hair to your own determined demeanor, you were the exact replica of your mammy, and even at a young age, just like Katie, you had a fierce spirit that couldn't be contained.

It was a sunny afternoon in London for a change and deciding to make the most of it, your mam and you decided to take a trip down to the local park to try and burn some of your energy off before it was time to settle down for the night.

Arriving at the park, you were quite happy to join in with the other kids' a bit older than you as you raced around with them, being indepenant that Katie was able to just keep a watchful eye on you from the nearby park bench.

However, it wasn't all too long before trouble approached, when a kid just that bit older than you were, started to make rude comments about you that you just weren't going to stand for.

Without missing a beat, you stepped forward with your tiny fists clenched at your side, "You take dat' back!" you demanded, your voice filled with righteous indignation.

The kid kept on goeding you and before Katie could step in and intervene, you had already launched yourself at them, your punch landing with surprising accuracy for someone so small.

"Y/N!" Katie gasped in shock, rushing towards you to scoop you up into her arms and pull you away from the situation.

"Let me ave' him, mammy!" Your small voice demanded, pounding your tiny fists on your mams' back as you weren't ready to back down just yet, "I can fight him, mammy. I can ake' him!" You insisted.

"No, no, kiddo. We don't hit other people" Katie chided, trying to stifle her own amusement and remembering the fact that she was a responsible parent in this moment, "You need to apologise and say sorry now, please" she motioned to the kid, who was just that bit older than you.

"M' not sorry, he made fun of my accent" You whined pitifully, you never liked it when people made fun out of you, but you were strong enough to hold your ground, "Ou' always told me to stick up for myself, mammy!" you insisted.

It was moments' like this when Katie was in sudden realisation that she couldn't very well tell you off when she was known to get into a few scraps herself on the pitch and you'd been witness to some of them.

After profuseley apologising to the little lad and his mum who wasn't best pleased about it, the two of you left the park in silence.

"I beat him! I beat him!" You boasted happily, running through the front door as you burst into a fit of giggles.

Katie shook her head in amusement, she knew she should discorauge the behaviour but she also couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, "You did, kiddo" she chuckled, "You definitely your ma's girl, eh? Like mother, like daughter" she joked.

© scribblesofagoonerr

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[mcufan72]

Hello everyone!

After writer's block and some changes in my life (mostly good ones), I'm finally able to write again. I can't believe that the last lines I wrote for my Loki fics were in July/August 2023. Unbelievable.

Here is my new multi-part fic!

It's a modern AU, I will use MCU characters and facts incorrectly and Loki will be as I want him to be. The Multiverse is open and I do what I want. Those who have read my other stuff know what I mean. So if you don't like it, don't read it. This story will contain morally grey stuff (or not, I don't know. What exactly is morally grey? But nothing too bad happens here or without consent. It's still a love story), fluff, angst and eventually smut…so 18+ only, please!

I also use random names/characters, they have nothing to do with the MCU, they're a product of my fantasy. They are inspired by real-life people and also the plot might be inspired by real-life experiences (not every part of the plot, please keep that in mind). So please don't steal my stuff, use your own experiences and let them inspire you. I also did some research but without a guarantee of completeness and accuracy.

Here is the first chapter of my new fic. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. 💚

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader / 18+

Chapter 1

Preview here

Warnings: none so far, contains fluff, angst, and smut (eventually), it's a slow-burn love story.

“I leave."

"Yeah, good. Go home and get some rest. I don't know when I'll be back. Might be late. “

“That's not what I meant.”

“Then explain.”

“I leave the company…and you!”

“It's just a phase, darling. Take a few days off and then everything will be fine again.”

“You really don't get it, do you? It's not a phase.”

“No one screws things up with me! Not even you! ...you have six months.”

3 months later

Damn! Just damn! You were late, like always. You were permanently struggling with keeping places in time and today it wasn't any different. It was pouring rain since you had left your apartment and you were nearly completely drenched from head to toe and of course, you had forgotten your umbrella. The only protection from the rain was the high collar and the hood of your coat. You hurried through the streets of Manhattan, melding into the people who crowded the sidewalks. The city's smells and noises were engulfing you, uncountable different languages and accents were hitting your ears. On every street corner was music, played by street entertainers who tried to grab some money from the people passing by. Car horns were honking, and brakes were squeaking, the sirens of ambulances or police cars drowning out any other sounds. The whole city was buzzing and glowing, a permanent noise filling ears and streets, echoing between amazing skyscrapers. But you loved it, this was your hometown and you have been living here for five years now. You wouldn't stay here forever, surely not, but for now you would stay.

On your way to your appointment this afternoon you accidentally bumped into someone because you held your head down to keep the rain away from your face. “Hey, watch it, girl!” a manly voice scolded you. You apologized with a hasty: “Sorry”, and continued your way unimpressed. Somehow you managed to cruise fluently through the masses of people and cars and reached the building you wanted to go to right in time. You passed the doorman, who gave you a friendly smile, and the security men in their black suits in the reception area, who greeted you with a short nod. They looked much too good for your liking but you couldn't deny your attraction to tall men with broad shoulders in black suits. You had a soft spot for this kind of man. The rainwater that was dripping from your coat was wetting the floor of the entrance hall and with an apologetic shoulder shrug and a heartwarming smile on your face towards the security men, you headed for the lift.

*****************

How much Loki hated the weather today. Fortunately, he had his umbrella with him so he was protected from heaven's water. The pouring rain, the crowded sidewalks and streets, the deafening noise. He was living here in New York for over twelve years now but it seemed to some things he would never get used to. He surely wouldn't stay here forever but for now, he still had to. Normally he wouldn't go out on the streets when it was raining like this. No one would go out voluntarily in such weather. But he got a call from a negotiating partner, who asked him to meet him at a café in the early afternoon to inform him about a few details. And some conversations were better made personally than by phone. The meeting wasn't a long one and his conversation partner Mr.Miller had already left but Loki was still sitting in the café, sipping on his espresso. “Damn it!”, he murmured under his breath, annoyed about what Mr. Miller had asked of him.

Mr. Miller was an extremely old-fashioned, elderly man and he told Loki for his next event, a business dinner, he would like to see him with a female companion. Every other guest would bring their significant others too, there wouldn't be just the dinner, there would also be some dancing afterwards and how sad it would be if he were there alone.

“Please, bring your significant other, too. I don't accept a no!” Mr. Miller insisted.

Loki knew exactly when it was better to not discuss a negotiation partner's wishes and so he agreed. Sometimes you have to make concessions if you want something to be successful. Now a solution had to be found. Loki didn't have any female friend he could take with him on such a date. It must be someone trustworthy, someone who could be silent as a grave, someone who could keep secrets. In the best case, someone who did it professionally. He would never ask any of his former affairs, not to talk about that his last affair was some time ago. He pulled out his mobile phone and did some research. Over the years he'd learned to appreciate his phone as a daily companion. Using apps on your mobile phone made your life easier and finding a solution for nearly every problem was easier with it as well.

Shortly after starting scrolling through several websites, he found it. The solution to his problem ‘how to attend a date with a female companion’: an escort agency. Professionally escorted by a well-educated woman, intelligent, sophisticated and with perfect manners, professionally obliged to keep silent. That was it, the ultimate solution to his problem. Of course, he had to meet the woman he wanted to book for that upcoming event, first. He had to ensure that she was the right one and if she was suitable for such an event. He had no other choice so he gave it a try. He called the agency he had chosen and described what he wanted and what was required in every detail to the polite and friendly lady he was talking to. It sounded like she was smiling on the other end of the phone and it gave him the good feeling of having made the right decision.

“Okay, Sir. I'm pretty sure I already have the right lady for you. Have you heard of the ‘Vivian's Velvet’ nightclub?”

“Yes, I did."

“Fine. Then you'll meet her there at the bar at 8 pm sharp. She'll be waiting there for you.”

“How will I recognise her? I mean…”

“She'll know who you are. Please send me a photo of you and then I can forward the image to her. Please don't get me wrong, Sir but we handle it this way because we want to guarantee our ladies a way out in case they want to refuse a meeting for whatever reason and at any time. Even if they are already at the nightclub. It's for the safety of our ladies. I hope you understand.”

“I do. It's what your ladies deserve and I respect that.”

“I'm glad to hear that, Sir. Thank you for understanding. Would you please give me your name so our lady can address you correctly?”

Loki hesitated for a second. In his business sometimes it was advantageous to use an alias and he would hold on to this tradition here.

“My name is Luke Larsson.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Larsson. If you have any questions or if the lady I've chosen for you is not for your liking, please don't hesitate and let me know. I'll look for a new lady for you then. We aim to satisfy you completely at any time. And please don't forget to send me your photo, Mr. Larsson.”

“I'll send it immediately.”

“Of course, Mr. Larsson and I wish you an enjoyable evening. Thank you for choosing and calling us. Goodbye, Sir.”

“Goodbye, Ma'am and thank you for your excellent service.”

“You're welcome” and with that, the call ended.

He did what was required of him and he sent the agency a photo of himself. To book a lady at an escort agency was an expensive matter but money was no object. He had called the best escort agency in the city and only the best was what he needed.

He paid his bill and left the café. The streets were still crowded, rain was still flooding the streets and slightly ruining his leather shoes and his slacks. On his way back home a hood-wearing person with a lowered head, drenching wet from the rain, bumped into him. Why couldn't people watch their way, he thought angrily.

“Hey, watch it, girl!“ he scolded. He wasn't sure if it was a woman, he just assumed it. He barely heard the apology of the person and he immediately regretted his harsh words. He turned around to apologize as well. But the person who ran into him had almost completely disappeared in the crowd. He could just catch a short glimpse of the shoes the person was wearing. ‘Nice colour’, he thought and disappeared into the crowd himself. In a few hours, he would meet the escort lady who probably would accompany him to his next business dinner.

***************

With a ping, the lift's door opened on the 25th floor where the agency had its office. The word REA was written in large, finely curved golden letters on the big white, opaque glass door, right above the golden door knob. REA was the acronym for Rhea's Escort Agency and you had to ring a doorbell to get in. The interior was simple but very elegant, bright and inviting at the same time. Smooth jazz music played in the background and created a comfortable atmosphere. A large white leather couch was invitingly positioned close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, framed by exotic green plants and a coffee table. Behind the front desk sat Rhea, the owner of the agency, on the phone, talking to one of the other escorts. She beckoned you with her hand getting over to her. After you approached her desk, she opened her mouth with a soundless dismay when she saw you in your dripping wet state. You could just smile at her with a shoulder shrug. You took off your drenched coat and hung it on the coat rack. Shortly after, she ended the call and rounded her desk to hug you.

“Jeez, girl…look at you. What happened , dear? Did you take a swim and forgot your towel?”

“Kind of.” you answered and laughed.

“Sit down, lovely. You must be freezing. I'll get you a towel and a hot drink. Some Tea?”

“Yes, I'd fancy a cuppa“, you said with a sigh of relief and you were glad to drink something warm now and to dry the front part of your hair with a towel.

“Here, darling “, Rhea said when she came back from the restroom and kitchenette which were both located at the back of the office, invisible to clients.

“That's much needed now, thanks, Rhea. You're my saviour.“ you answered with a thankful smile and took a sip of your tea before you began to dry your hair. You immediately felt much better. Rhea sat down again in her chair opposite you and opened the appointment calendar on her laptop.

“I'm glad that you made it to the office, y/n. The weather is really horrible today but I needed to see you personally.”

“Did something happen? Did a client complain? “ you asked concernedly. You hoped not, you needed this job and you always gave your best.

“No no, don't worry, darling. Everything is fine and that's what I wanted to tell you. Every client you have escorted so far has been happy and satisfied. You're booked up for this week except for the weekend, as you wished. So based on your successful dating and our clients’ satisfaction, I can offer you a higher hourly rate.”

“Oh, really? Oh thank you so much, Rhea, that really means a lot to me. I need every dollar I can earn.” You meant it, it was the undeniable truth.

“I know, dear and you know you could increase your income further by being booked for the weekends as well.” Rhea reminded you.

“Yeah, I know but I need the weekends for personal matters. Those are important too, I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry. Your personal matters are surely important and I know it's none of my business. But please let me know whenever I can do something for you, okay?” she said softly.

“No one can help me, I'm afraid. But thank you for your kind offer, I appreciate it,” you replied, well aware regardless of how much you'd work, even if you worked 24/7 you still wouldn't earn enough money to solve your problems. But you had to try and that was what kept you going.

“Okay…so…are you spontaneous, dear?” Rhea asked you while looking for her work mobile phone on her desk.

“Ahmm…yes”, you answered hesitantly.

“Good, because I got a request 30 minutes ago and already made an appointment …and based on the requirements of our potential new client I think you perfectly fit him.”

“Okay, where will I meet him and when?”

“At 8 pm sharp at ‘Vivian's Velvet’. Walker will drive you like always. It is more a casual meeting with our client to get to know each other so please dress appropriately but not too chic. Classy will do…a black cocktail dress would be fine.”

“Yeah, no problem. How does he look like and what's his name?”

“Waaaiiit…ah now…sent you a photo “, Rhea explained and a second later your phone vibrated with an incoming message.

“He's eye candy, a jackpot, a real cherry on top, the icing on the cake…and his voice…he could read the phone book to me. But the most important thing, he sounded nice. Maybe a bit arrogant but nice.” Rhea gushed.

“A jackpot you say? Let me see…” and with these words on your lips, you opened the file. You nearly dropped your phone. Black mid-length curly hair, a beautiful blade of a nose, a chiselled jaw, prominent cheekbones and a mouth you just wanted to kiss. But the most impressive were his piercing blue eyes which seemed to look deep into your soul.

“Wow” was the only thing you were able to say.

“I told you” Rhea laughed, fully getting your reaction towards the beauty of this man. “His name is Luke Larsson. I'm sure you won't miss him.”

“Absolutely not. How could someone miss this handsome man? Luke Larsson…is he Norwegian? “

“I don't know…his accent sounded more British. So you're willing to meet him? “

“Oh yes, I'm looking forward to it. I'll be at ‘Vivian's' at 7.30 pm so I can wait for him there.” you confirmed.

“Fine, dear. He booked you for two hours. When I get the drinks bill from the bar, your hourly rate and your share of the drinks will be transferred to your bank account…as usual. Enjoy the evening, dear. And tell me how it went, okay?” Rhea asked you.

“Of course, I'll let you know.”

After this enjoyable talk, you headed back home quickly. You had less than two hours left to get prepared for the meeting with Mr. Luke Larsson.

In less than 20 minutes Walker would arrive at your apartment to drive you to ‘Vivian's Velvet ‘. Walker was your chauffeur and was responsible for driving you safely to a dating location and back home again afterwards. In case you would spend intimate hours with a client, he would wait in front of the hotel. For your safety and to drive you home after the intimate encounter. Walker was 56 years old, a rock of a man with a buzz cut and a beard. He was an imposing figure, always dressed in a formal suit. But he had a heart of gold and you always felt safe when he was around. Knowing he was always close by when you had an appointment with a man, made you feel even safer. You knew he had a soft spot for you and he would always be there for you, no matter what. Somehow you were like a daughter to him but if you were his daughter he would never allow you to work as an escort.

You were almost ready. You were wearing a simple but elegant black, midi cocktail dress with sleeves in black lace and black high heels. With your hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a sleek tight bun, which sat deep in your neck, you created an illusion of long straight hair. You grabbed your purse from the wardrobe and after a final inspection of your appearance in your large mirror, you left your apartment.

“Good evening, y/n. You look wonderful tonight “. Walker was waiting for you in front of your house and opened the door of the black limousine with tinted windows for you and you let yourself slide into the backseat of the car.

“Thank you, Walker and good evening.“ you replied with a smile on your lips.

Walker closed the door, entered the driver's seat and drove you to ‘Vivian's Velvet’. It was one of the most exclusive and most expensive nightclubs in Manhattan with a luxurious interior in black and purple.

It was close to 8 pm and you were waiting for your date. You were excited about how he would be if he really looked that good and if you would fit his expectations. You ordered a glass of champagne to calm down your nerves a little bit but it would be your only drink tonight. As always, because you must remain in control of your senses. It was a golden rule. The men you dated were supposed to drink alcohol, lots of it, not you. It brought additional money to the hourly rate of an escort. The more they drank the more you got. The only thing that brought the most additional money was having sex with them. But it wasn't a must and you weren't interested, not in the slightest. But the day might come when you had no other choice and maybe one day you would feel a carnal desire again that needed to be satisfied. But you wouldn't do it with everyone. It had to be a special man with a special aura and he must give you kind of a feeling that you were safe with him.

A few minutes later, at 8 pm sharp, you felt someone standing behind and then next to you. A hint of a delicious scent hit your nostrils and a sizzling energy filled the air, making your skin tingle.

***********

When Loki entered the nightclub, there were already four women sitting at the bar, their backs turned towards him. Two of them were in the company of a man, two were sitting there alone so one of them was supposed to be his date, he assumed. Because he didn't know what the woman he had booked looked like, he went over to the bar and ordered a drink, the most expensive Scottish whisky the club had to offer. Next to him to his right side sat a woman on a stool, dressed in an elegant black cocktail dress and black high heels, her hair in a tight hair bun. For now, she ignored him and he wasn't sure if she was his date or not. She looked stunning as far as he could see it. He didn't want to stare at her. But he hoped she was the woman he had an appointment with. She was very lovely to look at. In the corner of his eyes, he saw her sipping at her glass of champagne.

“Good evening, Mr.Larsson. Nice to meet you,” you addressed him with a calm, velvety voice and smiled at him.

“Good evening, Miss… I'm sorry but I don't know your name yet,” he answered softly but dryly.

“How would you like to call me, Mr. Larsson?” You asked him mischievously, a smile curving your lips.

“I don't think I am in the position to give you a name.”

“You're very polite and well-mannered, aren't you?”

You had difficulties maintaining your facade. He looked extremely good in that photo but in reality, this man was beyond beautiful. Inky black hair you wanted to rake your fingers through, broad shoulders, lean muscles, slender waist and endless long legs. All of this gorgeousness was wrapped in an exquisite black suit and a crisp white shirt, the top three buttons undone. You could see a hint of his chest hair which peaked out of the V of his shirt. You felt your mouth watering. He was devastatingly sexy. Now that he was reassured that you were his date he moved a little closer to you. His smell was enchanting. An indescribable mixture of fresh cotton, sandalwood, orange blossom and something spicy you weren't able to specify.

The way he leaned against the bar, his big veiny hand with long, perfectly manicured fingers holding the whisky tumbler, his other hand in his trouser pocket, had something indecent about it. You wanted to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter down to the floor. You should better stop salivating over him and begin entertaining him. That was your job and he was the client you had to convince of you because you wanted him to book your service. You had to focus on your job.

“What kind of escort service do you need from me? How can I be of help?”, you asked him kindly.

He took a sip of his whisky and you of your champagne before he gave you an answer, making eye contact with you and holding your gaze. It made you inwardly shiver.

“I need a companion who escorts me regularly to functions. I'm not interested in flirting with you. I need someone I can have an actual conversation with. Nothing annoys me more than some people and their boring talk. It also should be someone who is discreet and can keep secrets. Someone who doesn't want more afterwards,” he explained, his voice dark and raspy.

“Even if you would want more afterwards I won't give it to you. I'm an escort, not a luxury call girl. I just offer you simple accompaniment, nothing more and nothing less,” you stated kindly but firmly. Good-looking or not, you would never give him the chance to get between your legs.

“I'm well aware of that, Miss”, he replied dryly. “You're an escort lady and this is what I want and what I need. And don't worry, I don't believe in love or anything related to it!”

Loki took a sip of his whisky, his gaze still fixed on you. How pretty you were. Your big bright eyes, your cute nose and your rosy lips were just perfect. Your body was perfectly hugged by your black cocktail dress and your legs with those beautiful high heels at your feet were tempting and he suddenly thought about how good it must feel if they were wrapped around his waist. Loki quickly pushed that thought aside. He wasn't here to live out his lust with you. Also, his past was dark and blood-drenched. And you definitely deserved a better man than him. Regardless of his indecent thoughts, he liked your attitude and your behaviour. A little bit of sassiness, a lot of passion and somewhere hidden deep inside of you, vulnerability and a kind of sadness. Now that he has gotten to know you he wondered how and why you had ended up in the escort agency. You didn't seem to belong there.

“Me neither, Mr. Larsson! I'm glad we see it the same way. I've sworn off men entirely. I'm not interested in a love affair with you.”

“Well, I guess we got a deal, then.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Larsson, we got a deal”.

You smiled at him and you took another sip of your champagne. He gave you clearly and precisely all the information you needed to know so you could get an idea of the business dinner he wanted you to escort him to and you agreed with the conditions. Time flew by so quickly and before you even knew it your appointment with him was over.

“So we'll meet next week? “ Loki asked you.

“Of course, Mr Larsson. Call the agency and make the appointment. It was a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad that I could satisfy you and I'm pleased that I meet your expectations “. You smiled brightly at him. You were still captivated by his incredible aura.

“The pleasure is all mine. But there's one last thing…” You looked quizzically at him.

“I still don't know your name. What should I call you? “

“Sugar. You can call me Sugar.”

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[nwaluva-200]

Bumping into Konig smoking on the streets of New York City. 

It’s a blisteringly hot summer day, the kind where it’s so hot that the streets are sparse, air-conditioned cafes are always packed, and ice-cream is a girl's best friend. You amble mindlessly down the street, icecream in hand - when all of a sudden, a searing burn strikes your arm. You double-down, holding your arm, and putting pressure on where the cigarette butt hit you. Your ice-cream drops to the ground, splattering everywhere.  

“Ah, oWW -oh my god!” 

You look around, confused. Where the hell did a cigarette come flying from? 

“Oh mein gott - are you okay, miss?” 

A large man towered over you, holding your arm gently in his sweaty hand. Looking up, you see a strange kind of mask, like a beekeeper's mask. His biceps bulge as he tenses, worried about how his cigarette he flicked onto the street hit you directly. 

“Hey! Watch where you throw those things!” You turn the pain into anger, directing it at your would-be assailant. His face seems to squish together under the mask, or maybe you’re just seeing things. His eyes are sparkling. 

“I-I’m so sorry, that’s never happened before.” He seems kinda cute, and just the right amount of apologetic, you think. You tuck some loose hair behind your ear, smiling up at him. 

“Oh, I’m sure it has. You have some excellent accuracy, Mister…” You ask for his name. 

“.. it’s Konig.” He offers his hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you, even in these, ahh… less than fortunate circumstances. You are ..?” 

You give him your name, and shake his hand. 

“Y’know, I could press charges” You joke, wanting to keep the conversation going. 

“Would you settle for a coffee? I know a place nearby” Konig picks up what you put down, and it’s obvious that he’s into you. 

You two sit opposite each other at an outside table at a cute bistro. After your coffees arrive, Konig moves to light another cigarette. 

“Hey watch it, you’re gonna give me PTSD” You giggle and lean over so he can light your cigarette too. 

“I’ll be careful..” He speaks with a slight accent. It’s kinda attractive how mysterious he is, with the mask and all. 

“So, what’s with the mask?” You attempt to ask nonchalantly. 

“Protects my identity” He gruffly replies. 

“Oh..” You don’t really know what to say, a little startled by his sudden icy demeanour. 

The conversation picks up after you leave the topic of his mask alone. The peeks you get of his jaw and mouth as he drinks his coffee lets you see he’s a handsome guy, and so your type. You do everything you can to flirt your way into getting his number, but he’s so thick-headed he doesn’t get that you aren’t just being friendly - by asking to feel his biceps, or even going so far as to feed him some of the cake he bought you from your fork. 

What was meant to be a quick stop for coffee turns into a 2 hour date, and even as you stand up to leave, he still hasn’t asked for your number! 

“Hey so, I don’t usually do this often, so you should feel pretty great about yourself after this. I’m gonna give you my number..” 

You try to confidently write out your number on a napkin, but you can’t stop your hand from shaking. You could never forgive yourself for messing up the opportunity to go out with the hottest guy you’d ever met. You kiss the napkin before handing it to Konig, leaving a pretty lipstick mark in the shape of your lips. Konig holds the napkin in his large hand, looking up at you, then down at the napkin about 5 times in shock, before stuttering. “T-Thank you, I will call you..later?” He asks, making sure that’s what you want. 

“Mhm.” You nod your head, slide your purse onto your arm, then walk away, taking extra care to move your hips. You can’t help but look back, wanting to see whether he’s still looking at you. He isn’t. He’s staring at the napkin, holding it so gently, but just before you turn back around, he looks straight at you. It’s startling, and you turn around and walk out of the cafe immediately. ‘Damn, that would’ve been so cool if I didn't look back..’ you think to yourself as you walk back home, a light blush on your cheeks.

#konig #konig cod #konig x reader #konig x y/n #konig x you #Call of duty #call of duty fic #konig call of duty #konig mw2

[gothic-thoughts]

Is It A Crime?

(Finallyyy 😩🥵😩🥴)

Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader Smut

Divorced CoupleAU, DomesticAU, MDNI

CW: afab parts, tame words (not too vulgar), fingering, 😻-eating, implied smashing, feral Nanami (cuz it's a want, a need, and a must omg 😩🥴)

A/n: any Japanese is confirmed via DeepL and written in romaji so you can pronounce it

I should’ve left an hour ago; he asked me to come over for a drink or two and to talk but I didn’t think the night would end with me sat between his legs with his thick fingers curled inside me, grinding against my spot. The other massive hand was wrapped around my neck, pulling my head back to his shoulder so he could place wet kisses on my neck. I know I divorced him about 2 years ago, but I couldn’t help but give in when he hugged me from behind when I was about to leave.

That hug held so much emotion and regret from the man that towered over me that it gave me butterflies. I’m ashamed I let his accent and the seduction in his voice get to me, but without it, I wouldn’t be on his couch with him with my thighs trembling and slowly shutting from the stimulation.

“Did I not say to keep them open?" He whispers in my ear, shoving them back apart, “Why do I have to keep reminding you?”

"I can't, 'm sorry. Jus' can't anymore.”

"I don’t care, you said I could play with her one last time." The middle and ring fingers sink deeper, "So let me."

"But I came so much already~"

"Wakatteiruyo (I'm aware); 3 times, to be exact."

I hate him so much. I have no idea how many times I reached the edge and I didn’t know when he intended to stop. Hell, I don’t even know if he was even planning on stopping. He seemed to never have enough time for anything but his work, and all of a sudden he has time for a drink with me. I watch as his hand slides from out my pants and underwear to his lips right next to my face. I hear soft moans from him.

“I've been keeping track of every single one.” He chuckles, sucking his fingers, “I just don't care.”

“Now you wanna focus on m-me?”

“I rarely saw you because I was focused on you.” He says shoving his fingers back inside.

“Shit.”

“Now I wanna focus on you?” He mocked, speeding up, “I’m always focused on you. I focused on our future together ‘cuz I wanted it to be as safe as possible.”

“Ken~”

“Just like I’m focusing on you now, making sure you’re walking funny when you leave my house. So cum again.”

My head was so fuzzy and light and he knew it, leading him to speak mostly in Japanese to keep me that way. Nanami’s canines grazed my neck with each nibble while his fingers curl and thrust deep, the accuracy on my spot making me arch my back off his chest. I grasped at the armrest of the couch with one hand and the back of his neck with the other as I shook from my 4th orgasm.

He chuckled into my collarbone but didn’t stop his hand, causing me to shiver from the aftershocks as I fell into another orgasm and shrieked from overstimulation. Nanami stood up and picked me up effortlessly before sitting me on his shoulders, leaving my legs to dangle down his back. I look down at his brown eyes as his large hands pressed against my lower back and pulled me to his waiting mouth.

“Fuck, st-stop~”

"I've been playing with my food so long,” he groans, lapping at me slowly, “I almost forgot to taste it.”

I try to push his head away, "Ken, ngh~ why are you--"

He smacks my hand away, "Shizukesa (hush)."

"I s-said you could play with it. N-not- ah~”

"The taste from my fingers wasn't enough. Chotto mattekure. (Just give me a minute)."

I squeal in shock as his tongue begins to flick and caress my sensitive bud, my hips jerking forward every time he grazes it. I feel his plump lips close around it, suckling on it until I begin humping with desperation, chanting his name over and over until he makes me cum another time. I feel him groan against me, slurping every drop of nectar that spread on his tongue.

The amount of pleasure buzzing through my body was dizzying, so I thread my fingers into his messy blonde locks to pull him away from me before he drowns. He doesn’t budge or get the memo, opting to moan at the feeling. My legs shake on his shoulders as I scream and use his head to push myself up and away from his hungry mouth when he slaps my ass firmly.

“Doko he ikunda (where are you going)?" He mumbles, "Hm? Doko he ikummorida (where do you think you are going)?”

“Ken...can’t an'more.”

“Shizukesa.”

He holds me tighter against his face as he pushes his tongue inside my clenching hole, moaning at the full flavor he missed from only licking and sucking. His slurps were louder now and so were my sounds, both of them echoing against his apartment’s walls and ceilings. I shiver over him, moaning as his tongue flicks in and out with loud gulps. I tug at his hair and throw my head back, hitting it lightly against the wall with a soft thud.

“Mmh, make...a...mess.”

"Yes, y-yes just-- hnngh, fuck!"

He grabs both of my hips and slides me across his tongue faster than my brain could process until I scream. I grab his wrist in a last attempt to stop him but, almost in retaliation, Nanami shakes his head from side to side. It wasn’t long until I was choking on moans when he groans again.

He continued until I was jolting and whining from the aftershocks before grabbing my hips and moving my quivering form to his waist. I gasp, grasping his shoulders at the feeling of him stretching my entrance as it pushes inside. He curses in Japanese as he sinks deeper, the sensation making him press my back against the nearest wall.

“Need....break~”

“I know, angel, I’ll break you good. We have to do something with all that sweetness, right? It’d be such a waste if I don't.”

“Where was this eagerness when we were together?”

“Don't remind me; that’s why you’re getting it all tonight.”

“We’re...divorced.”

“Yeah.”

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujitsu kaisen #x black reader #black reader #black writers #kento nanami #nanami jjk #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 3 Reactions (Less Coherent Edition)

Lots of caps lock today. Spoilers for Loki.

If we don't go to the World's Fair today I'm gonna riot.

If said World's Fair is not in Chicago I'm gonna riot

Oh FUCK YES just saw the screenshot

CAN I JUST SAY EVEN THOUGH I THINK I'VE SAID IT BEFORE LOKI IS BASICALLY IN HIS CLOTHES FROM THE COVER OF WML

OH MY GOD I SAW THE TITLE YESSSSS CHICAGO

The fucking music oh my god

NO WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE THOSE BUILDINGS MADE OF WOOD TWELVE YEARS AFTER THE CHICAGO FIRE ARE YOU CRAZY AND WRONG

oh okay I will casually throw aside the large rock. It's 1868. Maybe ya'll did do your research. I SAW THE TRAILER THOUGH SO I'M NOT SO SURE

DON'T DO IT IT'S FOUR YEARS EARLY DO NOT TIP OVER A LANTERN BITCH

OB that was not simple enough for me

Are we in 1868 or 1893, then, boys, I have to know for the historical accuracy of these building materials.

THANK YOU, MOBIUS! [He mentioned the Fire and I felt vindicated.]

Yes, how could you have forgotten?? MOBIUS I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THE WORLD'S FAIR

CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED TO THAT NEIGHBORHOOD THOUGH

I MEAN FLAMES BUT IT WAS EITHER NOT REBUILT OR LEVELED AGAIN FOR MIDWAY [side-eyes the parallels of the history of Central Park in NYC to Hell and back] [I don't know for a fact if that is accurate but I wouldn't be in the least surprised if it was.]

okay the vintage transition made me unnecessarily excited

MOBIUS do not rationalize your snack addition [you don't need to, you're perfect]

Also Cracker Jack is nasty

Thanks Loki

YOU FLIRTS

The commentary on the global exhibits is the shit

"Thor's not that tall." SHUT UP SHUT UP YOU STARED AT HIM FOR FAR LONGER THAN NECESSARY AND SAID THAT TO COVER UP THE FACT THAT YOU MISS HIM YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYBODY

fuck yes post credit scene

I'm just saying it's not that far outside the realm of possibility for Theo to be here [I was going to continue to explain this but then got distracted by:]

THE VINTAGE TRANSITIONS

Loki is fucking panicking

SYLVIE MY GIRL

Wait goddamn please let's not do this shit again

Mobius just take her bag. You're a clever boy, I'm sure you can think of something.

OH MY GOD SHE THREW HIM

NO LOKI DO IT

Eew

This guy grew up in Chicago. Why is he talking like that?

"The wizard gentleman" I'm dying

Okay but this is not a Wisconsin accent either.

"Lower taxes" MOOD

HOW ARE YOU TWO SO BAD AT THIS

yeah Miss Minutes you keep trying to take credit for this, you wanna be the one that fucks him? Because that's the direction this shit is moving [Apollo please I'm begging you to pass me over. Ugh.]

Squall squall squall

Oh shit I didn't see THAT coming though damn [I was trying for a shipwreck but then they just sent Renslayer adrift in Lake Michigan.]

The writers: Okay so everyone betrays their lover in the end; Me: Okay one, are y'all okay? And two, y'all read Oscar Wilde's "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" and took it as gospel, huh? ["Yet each man kills the thing he loves/By each let this be heard,/Some do it with a bitter look,/Some with a flattering word,/The coward does it with a kiss,/The brave man with a sword!"]

MISS MINUTES ABSOLUTELY GO FUCK YOURSELF

eew what the fuck is happening

OH MY GOD THE WRITERS LOVE TO MAKE WEIRD ASS COUPLES

EEEEEEWWWWWW WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING BUT GODDAMN I FUCKING SHOULD HAVE

Rav I'd say kill Minutes but we need her

VON?? VON??

ARE WE DOING THIS AGAIN WITH RAVONNA AND MOBIUS THIS TIME

DO WE NEED THESE PARALLELS

OH FUCK YOU RAV

SYLVIE STOP

HAIR FLIP

SYLVIE

YEAH SYL KILL THE BITCH

AND FIGURE OUT YOUR NEXUS FIRST

SYLVIE YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN YOUR NEXUS FIRST BUT DAMN GIRL HOLY SHIT

EEWW MISS MINUTES COME ON

Wait I just thought of something and I HATE IT SO MUCH (sorry to not tell you but I'm gonna think on this for a few days and then post a theory)

#loki #loki tv show #loki season 2 #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 spoilers #loki series reactions #lokius

[sanityshorror]

Can we get some random facts about the more underrated hellcrew characters?👉👈💖(Like Octavian, Kelly, Sullivan, Cian and such)

Yes yes yes!!! (& Make sure to also ask @scarfaxia about Devlin 👀👀)

ALSO I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SHIT BUT I'M SICK AF RN💔💔

Octavian

him and Devlin are definitely double trouble (put that at x3 if Julius is also unfortunately there...) but at least they definitely mostly get along and are rather close so..? Unfortunate for the rest of humanity but good for them, I guess 😭

I feel like I need to say this every time we talk about Vivi but this mf sounds like Alex Jones with a Boston accent, I can't overstress the accuracy.

Octavian is in a relationship with Sullivan and they've been together an awfully long time now. Tendency to bicker but they don't actually argue, and are pretty cute together.

This isn't a secret but Vivi used to be a prostitute, including when he was underage. Oof.

He. He killed Emily. His mom. Rip Emily.

I don't want to give too much away cuz 👀 info coming soon!

Kelly

They/He

Nonbinary royalty. Ur honor they're hot. I'm sorry for doing that.

ADHD up the wahzoo.

Definitely was the one who first introduced Julius to Meth and taught him how to cook it.

... They do a lot of meth.

They really only talk in a sentence at a time unless there's a reason for him to talk more, but that's very rare. Not to say Kelly is a quiet person because they Are Not Quiet™ they just don't talk much.

Sullivan

1/4 Chinese and 3/4 Irish, his mother is half Chinese.

They/them or they/he. Nonbinary and masc-fem fluid.

Very bisexual.

6'2 they're rather tall.

Most sarcastic fuck you'll meet.

Julius's apprentice & also owns their own salon next to the dress shop in the pocket dimension

They scalp people alive in their salon and bring the hair to Julius for his 'work'

We all know Julius.

Cian

IT'S GIVING BROKE, IT'S GIVING MIDDLE SCHOOL DROP OUT, IT'S GIVING FATHERLESS BEHAVIOR!

... He did drop out of school at 13. 😭

idk he used to be Killian's mini me but now Cian is the same height and age locked at 31 so...

There's A LOT to say about Cian idek where to start. Just good Lord. He's an entire mess and a half.

HE'S IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH DEVLIN AND THEYRE VERY CUTE TOGETHER 😭 (Devlin © @scarfaxia )

#hellcrew #Octavian Doherty #kelly duffy #Sullivan Sweeney #Cian Lynch

[idiotthatdrawsakaartist]

sorry for the crappy quality! my dumbass overrode the original file with just his naked body. ( this is a doll, the body is reusable. I do this all the time when redesigning, just helps me not stress about the body and just allows me to focus on designing their clothes XD) so I had to download a smaller version I sent to one of my best friends.

Any who crappy quality aside, I decided to redesign Ogron's past look. ( dw I'm keeping his main outfit, just with some color changes. simply put I don't like how all the wizards have the same color pallet so im giving them individual accent colors. Ogron is obviously purple but idk about the others just yet XD )

So his past look is based on the Mesopotamia civilization and their fashion. mainly because in order for magic to have disappeared in everyone's minds by the time that Bloom got their, a SIGNIFICANT amount of time had to have past. So why not pick the oldest civilization we know of XD also it gives me an excuse to show his chest off.

let me be gay okay ):V

Also yes I did paint his nails, I'm aware that its probably not historically accurate but hey this is a show about magical fairies, complete accuracy isn't what I'm aiming for XD

plus the fact that purple is even possible here makes no sense but again it doesn't matter bc M A G IC uwu

#winx club #art #fanart #winx club fanart #the wizards of the black circle #redesign #winx club redesign #artist #artwork #design #concept art

[lostcybertronian]

It was most likely the cost factor. They rented out that big-ass mansion, accurate costuming would've required a fairly big budget.

And wkm in general doesn't put a big emphasis on even making clear what time period it's trying to display. Headcanons in the fandom vary from early 1920s to mid 1930s.

I headcanon that it takes places in the early 1920s. Beginnjng of the roaring twenties.

A short summary on the clothes analysis:

Abe and William both show up in their work attire, fairly obviously. They think it's just a casual get-together. The fancy invite is simply Mark being eccentric. Can't comment on the accuracy of Williams clothes. They look british. Which.. yeah. Did a whole thing on that. Low budget, what can I ssy.

Mark's robe? You can't tell me that he didn't just wake up from a depression nap an hour prior to the others arriving. Especially compared to his attire in DAMIEN. He doesn't even bother getting dressed properly.

WHILE DAMIENS SUIT IS A TAILCOAT AWAY FROM BEING CONSIDERED WHITE TIE. Seriously. I'm blaming the missing tailcoat on the budget, because every other aspect aligns with 1920s white tie attire.

You can't even excuse that as being his work clothes!! He's wearing white tie attire in the early 1920s. Not anywhere close to what he'd wear as a politician. The style he's wearing is going out of style at that time, only people at least middle aged still wear it!

He's so out of place among the other ghree in terms of clothes. He's the only one in wkm who has a "normal" grief response. Everybody knows to some degree that something is going on, except for Damien. His entire attire, demeanor and his lack of knowledge indicate how he is distancing and has purposefully distanced himself in the past. In wkm he keeps himself at a distance until Mark actually dies, where his emotions to some degree take over.

Which for me puts Actor's "acting like you're the only one without blood on your hands" in DAMIEN a bit into perspective.

He keeps himself at a distance because as mayor he has to! Also emotionally he's just horribly repressed. His emotions are a case of "all or nothing". He's really interesting.

Sorry for this long rant, I got a bit carried away 💀

No worries! I love it. I don't know much about clothing history, but it's always been super interesting to me. I know more about science/medicinal history.

Okay but is it me or has Mark's Warfstache accent gotten significantly more British since WKM? It's been bothering me for a long time lol but I've never seen it pointed out. IMO William dresses like a British man going on a stereotypical African safari.

DAMIEN WITH TAILCOATS THOUGH UGH I love me a good tailcoat. What would he wear as a politician?

Also I bet you're right about Mark. The Butler was probably too busy setting up the party to dress him properly.

#asks #headcanon time #actor!mark #mayor damien #colonel william #meo618 #lostandwandering

[amortentiaopenheart]

Two of a kind

Chapter 1

Word count: 8H+

Genre: Fluff

Category: Alternate Universe

Premise: Ethan gets sent to AIIMS (med school in Delhi, India) for a conference.

"No getting out of it, child." Naveen Banerji's voice was full of laughter, though his face gave nothing away.

"Naveen, you really expect me to spend three whole days with those med students at AIIMS? Especially after what happened at Stanford University?"

"Ah, Ethan, imagine how much they could learn from you. You're among the best diagnosticians across the globe."

Ethan cursed under his breath.

Naveen had suddenly gotten this 'absurd' idea of sending Ethan, who was in his first year of residency, to the medical conference in AIIMS. Poor Ethan didn't want to spend the whole time with students, not after his last conference. He had been hit on, flirted with, and asked questions capable of heating his cheeks. Not one single scientific question. Not one.

After that, Ethan had sincerely doubted what the students actually learnt at med schools.

But Naveen was equally persistent.

Ethan would have to go.

__________________

Ethan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine" he conceded, glaring at his mentor resignedly.

All he got was a cheerful smile and a wave.

___________________

Leaving Naveen's house, he drove back home, deciding to start packing if he was to leave the next day.

___________________

Ethan stepped out into Indira Gandhi International Airport, staring around for a minute before calling for a cab and getting his luggage in.

India was definitely eye-catching. And rather cold. He hadn't expected Delhi to have a 7°C temperature in the late morning, given the amount of pollution.

As he looked out the window, mind absently thinking of the conference, he spotted the medical school.

Damn. That building was majestic.

Paying the driver, he stepped out, only to be greeted with camera flashes and loud claps.

Swallowing back a groan, he gave the people a painful smile, before the college Dean, Ms. Ruchira Dutta, stepped up to shake hands with him. "Ah, Dr. Ramsey. Thank you for coming here, it's a pleasure to have you."

Relieved, he nodded as he shook hands. "Pleasure's all mine, Madam."

As he was shown inside, he couldn't help smiling, as he looked around at the lecture halls and laboratories. It was almost like being back at JHU.

He was so engrossed, he didn't notice a tall student walking in his direction, her nose buried in a book.

As they bumped into each other, the student lost balance, almost toppling over the edge of the balcony.

Ethan reached out instinctively, pulling her to safety.

"Woah there, I'm so sorry, I didn't- Dr. Ethan Ramsey?!"

Ethan blinked in surprise. "How'd you know me?"

"Dr. Ramsey, I read your research papers on the Lesch-Nyhan syndrome, and I was really inspired. It's really an honour to meet you."

Ethan gave her a brief nod. "Thank you."

He stared at her for a long moment.

The girl had startling green eyes, long hair styled into a French braid. She had a British accent, and for some reason, it reminded Ethan of his parents. She was reading, Ethan realized, one of his research papers.

"What are some key symptoms of the LNS?" He shot at her.

"The symptoms of Lesch-Nyhan syndrome include impaired kidney function, acute gouty arthritis, and self-mutilating behaviors such as lip and finger biting and head banging." She shot back with equal speed, pleasantly surprising Ethan.

"What deficiency do you think causes the Lesch-Nyhan syndrome?"

"Deficiency of the enzyme hypoxanthine-guanine phosphoribosyltransferase, in short, HPRT."

This time, Ethan was seriously impressed. He had yet to meet a student who could so perfectly rattle off the complex enzyme with total accuracy.

The Dean smiled, seeing the impressed glint in Ethan's eyes.

"Dr. Ramsey, meet Ms. Catherine Valentine, top student of AIIMS. She is in her final year of medical college. Your research has been an incredible inspiration to her. She reads your work every spare minute she gets."

"I'm impressed, Dr. Valentine. Keep up this performance." His smile came so genuinely, Ethan was almost surprised.

Catherine grinned. "Thanks, Doctor."

__________________

It was 2:39 a.m when a sudden sharp knock on his door woke him up. Rubbing his tired eyes, he sat up, wondering just who the hell was knocking at this ungodly hour.

He threw on a dressing gown and opened the door, only to come face to face with...what was her name again? Ah yes, Catherine Valentine. She was staring at him, rather eerily, with a glassy look in her eyes.

Suddenly, it hit him. She was sleepwalking.

Concerned, he tried to lead her back to her dormitory, but failed to find the room.

Sighing, he steered her back to his room, helping her get into bed, as he decided to sleep on the couch.

The rest of the night was peaceful.

It was 4 am when Ethan's eyes shot open. Getting up and dressing, he looked over to his bed.

Catherine was sleeping, the covers almost hiding her whole body. Only a few messy brunette locks were visible. Deciding she was asleep, he decided to brew some coffee. As he touched the cup to his lips, a yelp from the bed startled him.

Turning around, he saw a horrified Catherine staring at him as though she had seen a ghost.

"Morning, Dr. Valentine." He couldn't help the smirk which graced his lips.

"M-morning, Doctor." Catherine looked visibly embarrassed. "How did I end up here?"

"You were sleepwalking. I couldn't find your dormitory, and sleepwalking around college in the dead of the night isn't advisable or safe, so I had no other choice but to let you spend the night in this room."

"I'm so sorry I was a burden", Catherine looked away, but not before Ethan caught guilt written all over her face.

"You weren't. It's okay. Does this sleepwalking happen often?"

Catherine flushed a bright pink. "Well...my roommates have caught me doing that before....like...a lot of times..."

Ethan frowned. "That isn't normal. That is a visible sign of stress."

"Well yeah I'm in med school, it's not exactly a paradise club here."

A chuckle escaped Ethan. "Get back to your dormitory, Catherine. I'll see you at the conference. Good day."

Nodding, she wished him a good day and practically ran out of his room.

Oh, she's definitely not like other med students.

____________________

Hope y'all liked it <3

@openheartfanfics

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #choices #jamespotterthefirst #david gandy #choices fic writers creations #open heart choices #pictagram #alt aesthetic #anushka sen #ana de armas #medicine #aiims delhi

[alatismeni-theitsa]

https://greekreporter.com/2022/07/14/russell-crowe-fought-to-add-greek-accent-as-zeus-in-thor/

The most interesting part is this one:

Waititi said he realized in post-production, “it’s actually more offensive to the Greeks to have Zeus sound like he’s British. And test audiences loved the Greek accent. I’m really happy with it.”

Key word: "More offensive"

So, wait, he knows it is "somewhat" offensive, either way, and yet draws the line at the British accent which he was so into in the beginning.

Why not just get a Greek actor? So that at least one part of his movie is not offensive (let's be honest, the entire thing is too much).

Also:

Greek audiences have yet to weigh in on whether they find Crowe, a New Zealander who has lived most his life in Australia, offensive in fashioning a Greek accent onto the most powerful of Greek gods.

It keeps getting better and better. . .

I got one more ask about that but I didn't answer it yet because I hadn't seen the whole movie, just a scene with Zeus. But this article did it for me xD

I realized that in the movie many elements from the comics were ridiculed including Zeus powers and demeanor (he is mightier and more serious in the comics, imagine!). I don't think Waititi was the man to direct this, I am sorry. Yes he could get a Greek. He knows how to find us and how to recognize culture (for one, his work "what we do in the shadows" is famous for this. He has a Greek Cypriot there and lets her do her thing).

Now, okay, the accent offers more comedic value to the scene. I laughed but I also felt guilty about it because it was a very bad and half assed Greek accent. Like he did only one day of study and nailed only 10% of it. I mean I would expect a full-blown accent from someone coming directly from Greece. But he only brushed the surface with his "skill". I barely recognized it as Greek tbh, I was actively looking for the parts he did well and they were only a few moments.

But also why would Zeus not know how to speak with a native English accent? He is a freaking god and this doesn't make sense xD On the other hand I am sure that most USians have no idea how a Greek accent sounds like and they now realized that such an accent can exist. And maybe now they are wondering what happened to the Greek language in 2022, which is good 😂

Bad and good vibes. But they think the negatives outweigh the positives for a biiiit because the only purpose of this was to be silly - fuck me they already threw all accuracy out and now they remembered it? - and not educational or to bring any awareness to anything Greek whatsoever. I am happy if any Greek immigrant was happy with this scene but for me it was like we are begging for scraps and they threw us food burned to a crisp.

Pair this with the "skirt" movie joke Greeks are hearing about their high military and traditional clothing, aaaaand it's not a good look. Why would Taika screw this so much... :( I repeat that I laughed and I saw what they were trying to do but I think so many things went wrong. I am guessing his test audience about the scene didn't have Greeks/of Greek descent in 👀 Because, like the article says, we really don't know how to feel about this. I think I'd feel better if they kept the actor's accent because it would be correct at least... I mean no other foreign god (like Thor??) has an accent

#thor love and thunder #answered #representation

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Many congratulations for the 300 Followers my dear friend! That is truly a accomplishment! I cannot wait to see your blog continue to grow with time. I went ahead and did some backstory for Volograd and the history of the monarchy. Mostly because Alix will be having to learn it all soon and it will be incorporated into the chapters. (Also there’s a queen in volograd history who fought Spain and I feel like Sofia would constantly tease Leonor on how she fell for an enemy of the country)  I do hope you enjoy this as it took most of my brain cells to come up with. 

Volograd was founded in the 9th century by a Frankish noble named Volgar, who rebelled against the carolingian empire and established his own kingdom. 

Volograd was ruled by Volgar for centuries until the 15th century when a civil war broke out between the two rival branches. The war ended with the victory of the house of Volgar, (but the royal house did end up marrying their daughters to the house of Volgar. Hence the French ties)

The volograd royal family lives in the palace of Volgograd, the official workplace and residence of the monarch. The palace is a modern building that was constructed in the 1960s, replacing the old palace that was destroyed during ww2. The palace has 200 rooms including a throne from, banquet hall, a chapel, and a museum showcasing volograd mighty monarchs in art form. It also has an extensive gardens. 

The volograd guards wear dark green uniforms with grey accents similar colors to the flag. A tunic, trousers, boots and belt. The belt is grey leather and has a silver buckle with the volograd royal crest. The belt also holds a sword and a pistol. 

The one queen of volograd history that will be spoke about in the book often is Queen Isabelle (1528-1574)- she was known for her great achievements and influence. She was brilliant and ambitious queen who strengthened her military and economy of her kingdom. She also led several wars against France and Spain and established volograd as a major power in Europe. 

I hope you do enjoy these facts! I tried not to add to much historical accuracy that it made it feel wrong. Again many congratulations!-🇪🇸

Aw thank you so much sweetie!!! 🤍🤍🤍

This country has some fire history!!! I just love how you incorporated histories of some other countries into Volograd and made a whole new country! It’s so creative and awesome and I love it! Also one question, is Alic becoming the heir or something? I’m getting that vibe but it’s not in the story or anything. I’m just a bit confused on that 😅 sorry!

Thank you so much!!!

#answered ask #whispers of the crown #Leonalix #Leonalix fic

[shslanonymous]

I'm sorry this took so long T.T

My PC died and deleted my progress.

Zaine Ayashi, Ultimate Escapist. Pretty tall, around 6'1. Fair skin, slight freckles on his nose. Messy pale blue hair, with pale grey eyes. He wears a white button up shirt with a black and acid green jacket with the sleeves rolled up. He has multiple scars on his arms from getting free from barbed wires, and actually has a chain wrapped around his right wrist as a memento from one of the places he's escaped from. He has ripped jeans and combat boots with the laces untied. For a bit more detail: - His jacket's design is mainly black, but there's acid green accents, like.... On the back of his jacket, there's a gas-mask design, with a circle around it. - Despite the chains around his arm and belt being there for a long time, as he claims, they're shiny and almost looking new. He seems to take good care of them. - If you want a reference for Zaine's bangs, look at SDRA2 Yuki's. I call them side bangs, but I don't know the proper name for them

Shipping: I ship him with Ayame, and I honestly adore this ship. I think his flirtatious and playful personality can go really well with her stoic and mature one. Plus, I tried to make their colors contrasting a bit, Ayame wearing white and red, Zaine wearing black and green. Plus he has much lighter hair, while hers is midnight black. I often call their ship Zayame, or Hayashi. I hope this is enough info!! ^^

Hope this isn’t too bad on accuracy 😭

(The final is with Ayame, this is just to see my accuracy)

#meep #danganronpa #danganronpa oc #oc #fanganronpa #oc art #oc tag #dr oc #not my oc

[21st-century-ninja]

apologies in advance for a long ask.

adding onto previous anon(s?) as an east asian person (not to say that asians can talk abt this, but rather that talk of east asian hcs and ninjago’s culture will naturally hit us closer to home) i just want to say that i love when people make asian hcs for any/all the ninja and i think the fact that they’re not all asian coded in the show/movie is very off (especially bc Lloyd has only asian coded relatives but is not given the same treatment.)

that said, Jiang as a surname makes sense on a surface level, but i still am not a fan. depending on the character, it is often associated with rivers, which makes sense given jamanakai’s geography and nya’s powers, but frankly jiang kai and jiang nya sound… a little awkward? tbh im not a fan of smith, either, because i still don’t know why a heavily japanese/east asian inspired setting like ninjago would have English names (unless it’s the “they’re blacksmiths so they cal themselves smith” which is pretty funny). plus, ray and maya are not Chinese OR Japanese names, so this all goes back to the fact that ninjago refuses to give even its most asian coded characters asian names.

also, i would feel uncomfortable if people depicted kai and nya as Chinese if the jiang/smith sibs were the sole East Asians in a predominantly japanese setting. why use japanese setpieces, words, cultural artifacts, or titles if there are no japanese people? i would feel differently if the people who employed these hcs made other characters japanese. still, it’s up to each individual fan to decide what hcs they want to use, and I can’t police anyone’s behavior.

we all know that ninjago is horrible with cultural accuracy. i love the show and appreciate the creators’ work, but im still upset over the scene when nya says kimonos are a traditional dress for women, implying that all kimonos are a) exclusively for women instead of being a gender neutral clothing and b) what her qipao-looking dress can be vaguely considered a kimono. don’t get me started on the concept of garmadon as a surname (wu garmadon will never sound right to me) but I digress.

ultimately it’s the creators failing to accurately represent these cultures, and I love that some fans are respectfully trying to fix those mistakes in their headcanons even if it’ll never be perfect. i have mixed feelings about the use of jiang as a surname but it’s DEFINITELY preferable to treating the most east asian coded characters as non-east asian. (side note: it would be nice if we could extend Asian headcanons to other characters, Japanese or otherwise. for example, jay is literally voiced by south asian actor kumail nanjiani and has his distinct pakistani accent in the movie, and Jay is a common component of many names derived from Sanskrit.)

but all of my complaints, opinions, and personal wishes are ultimately bc ninjago a) has orientalist worldbuilding masked as pan east asianism and b) refused to consider that their characters’ designs, names, and general ethnicity coding have implications for the world they inhabit. it’s all rather, uh, culturally distasteful.

tl;dr: ethnicity/naming headcanons are weird because ninjago is japanese/east asian inspired on the surface but the final product ultimately does not care about cultural accuracy or Japanese/east asian representation. headcanons that try to address that are great, but may not be perfect because fans are working with a flawed source material. sorry for rambling, you don’t have to respond, the end

not gonna respond to all of this bc it's late and honestly the conversation is starting to get out of my depth now which is ok!! I'm east asian too but I was raised with little to no ties to my heritage and that definitely affects my perspective on this matter :D which i think is good bc that just means more perspectives here, and imo there's not even a right or wrong position on this.

I think it's entirely valid to like jiang as a family name (not that u need my approval or anything lol) and to find it preferable to a non-asian name! in regards to potential meanings, @spinbitchzu made a really nice commentary in a response to the first ask here. Also check out her website about basically this issue here if u haven't already :D

re: pakistani jay directing u to this one pakistani Jay artwork that's really cute

also i don’t necessarily agree that using smith as a family name makes a person’s treatment of kai and nya as non-east asian.  plenty of people use smith as a last name and still try to preserve their heritage.

#fabro cessat #asks #kai #nya #going to die now and probably regret answering this in the morning but welp!! #removed my worldbuilding rant bc it was off topic and just confused the discussion lmao hit me up if u want it