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mrsaltieri-real · 1 year

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I know this has already been written, but I liked the idea of it, and I wanted to see your take on this prompt: Mickey wants to ask the reader out, and instead of being helpful, Derek and Randy are just teasing him about it while Sidney and Hallie are genuinely offering advice on what he could do to ask her out, but in the end, the reader asks him out anyways right as he's about to. Detail that doesn't need to be added, but I like, would be for the reader to be a music performance major.

Omg I love this I’ll do my best!!!

The Feelings Mutual (Mickey Altieri X Fem!reader)

Warning/s: fluff. Pure fluff, brief mention of Mickey and Mrs Loomis’ plan, slight language, but mainly just pure fluff.

Mickey always knew the plan, why he was attending Windsor College in the first place. The last thing he expected to happen was to meet someone that would change his entire way of thinking.

Mickey had never really cared about anybody before. He’d never really had girlfriends. He fucked, of course but it never really went passed that. Then he met Y/N. The moment he met her he knew he felt differently. She was sweet and wholesome but with an edge. She wasn’t afraid to tell him what she thought which he really admired about her. She challenged him on his opinions and enjoyed watching the same kinds of movies he did. In every way, she was already his other half. They just fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

“Dude,” a finger snapped in front Mickeys face and he blinked and met Randy’s taunting blue eyes.

“What?” Mickey muttered.

“Oh, good god. Are you still pining over Y/N?” Randy rolled his eyes. “Dude, it isn’t gonna happen.”

“Randy, ease up on him,” Derek said, his arm slung around Sidney’s shoulder who was looking at him sympathetically. He hated that. Hallie was sat crossed legged beside him with her hand patting his knee gently.

“Why? Why wouldn’t it happen?” Mickey asked Randy, his eyes narrowing.

“You constantly ask us for advice on how to ask her out, you can’t even string together a coherent sentence when you’re around her half the time and let’s face, she is way way out of your league.”

“Randy!” Hallie scolded him, “Ignore him, Mickey. The last person you should be asking for love advice is Randy.”

“You have a point.” Mickey said, then glared at Randy and muttered under his breath “fucking virgin.”

“Look, Mickey. You want advice on how to ask her out? Just tell her how you feel and let’s the chips fall where they may.” Sid said gently, lifting her arm and glancing at her watch. “Look, she gets out of her music class in like, ten minutes. Maybe go meet her after her class and ask for her help with something and then tell her how you feel.”

Mickey pondered that for a second, drumming his fingers on the cold concrete absentmindedly.

“Or,” Derek piped up, “Maybe you shouldn’t. I mean, Mickey have you even been rejected before?”

“No, why?”

Randy mumbled something under his breath Mickey couldn’t quite make out but he saw Hallie’s hand dart out and smack the back of his head.

“Well, it’s not a nice feeling. Maybe you should wait a little longer and see if she even has feelings for you.”

“Oh, please Derek.” Hallie rolled her eyes and Sidney smirked slightly. “It could not possibly be anymore obvious that Y/N likes Mickey. Besides, you shouldn’t be talking. You pined after Sid for like what, 3 months before you asked her out? Let the girls handle this.”

Y/N sighed impatiently, not really paying attention to what her teacher was talking about. Her mind was a bit distracted. With one person in particular.

How many hints does a girl have to drop to tell a guy she’s interested? She had already given up hope Mickey was ever going to ask her out so she decided to take matters into her own hands.

It was painfully obvious Mickey liked her. First of all, she knew from other people in their friend group that Mickey was usually extremely cocky and confident but she began noticing over time that around her, he was slightly more quiet and reserved, always seeming deep in thought.

Y/N had given up and decided to ask him out herself. She signed again, this time in relief as the clock struck 4pm. Her classes were done for the day and now she had some personal business to attend to.

She gathered her books quickly and walked to the door, mind racing. She suddenly crashed into a hard body and she gasped.

“Fuck, dude watch where you’re fucking- oh!”

She blushed as Mickey looked down at her with an amused look on his face.

“Wow, you’re kinda mean,” he teased, a smirk on the edge of his lips.

“Shut up, Mickey,” she laughed. “What are you doing here? Aren’t your classes all the way across campus?”

“I’m working on my movie. You wanna help with me?” He said it very carefully as if his mind was elsewhere. His brown eyes looked nervous and he smiled hesitantly.

“Yeah, sure,” she beamed up at him and she saw a soft pink flood his cheeks. Fuck, he was cute.

She heard a laughing sound and looked around him and saw Randy chuckling and whispering something to Derek, Sidney and Hallie. Derek laughed too while Sidney rolled her eyes and Hallie scowled at them both.

“Come on,” Mickey said rolling his eyes, flipping Randy and Derek off over his shoulder.

“So, how’s your major going? Music performance, right?”

“Yeah that’s right. It’s harder than I thought but I love it. So what’s your film about?”

“Oh, it’s more of a… documentary.” He said. You thought you heard a different meaning behind his tone but you brushed it off.

They walked quietly together for a while before finally getting to a quiet part of the quad under a tree.

“So,”

They both spoke at the same time and started laughing.

“You go first.” Mickey offered.

“Okay,” she took a deep breath, “so, I know you love horror movies and was wondering if uh…” she rubbed her upper arm softly as she looked up at him, “if you wanted to maybe watch the one together sometime?” She looked down staring at her feet. God, she was a confident girl but now, around him she felt tongue tied. She heard a sound break out from his lips and her head snapped up. “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“I’m not laughing at you!” Mickey said still smiling. “I’m laughing because I was thinking about all these ways to ask you out and you just blurted out exactly what I was thinking of saying this entire time.” He grinned down at her.

“Oh, really?” Y/N said, laughing too. “So..”

“So, I’d like that. When?”

“Umm…” she took her backpack off and rummaged through it looking for her class chart. “How about tomorrow night?”

“No.” Mickey said quickly then quickly gathered himself when he saw the flash of hurt on her face. “Sorry I didn’t mean it like that I just have plans for tomorrow.” Plans he would never dream of telling her. She couldn’t know. Not yet. He knew that was stupid and that she inevitably would find out. But maybe, selfishly, he just wanted to enjoy whatever time he could have with her.

“Okay, how about Monday night? I can get Nightmare on Elm Street from the video store?”

“Y/N, do you even like scary movies?” Mickey said doubtfully.

“Yeah of course I do. Just not realistic ones like…” her voice trailed off and she looked at him like what she was thinking was obvious.

It was.

“Okay, great! It’s a date!”

She beamed and reached up on her toes, pecking his cheek quickly before turning on her heel and walking away before Mickey could even fathom what just happened. He blushed, smiling at looking after her as she waved to him over her shoulder.

Mickey sighed. Of course, this would make this more difficult to carry out his and Nancy Loomis’ plan, but all he could do was hope it would be worth it.

And he knew she was.

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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Hello !

Since you do write for Caitlyn I hoped to request some poly Caitvi headcanons of them with a s/o who's childhood was tragic/sad so their inner child comes out too often in their adulthood?

Some ideas of their behavior would like: buying toys out of impulse, getting distracted by any bug on their way, making cute outfits for plushies, gets super excited around pets (literally adore them) and when they fuck up is really obvious cause they get all quiet and anxious thinking the worst over little things.

So yeah that's the vibe I'm going for😎.

I'm writing a character and I need some feedback to be honest. Hope you can help me !

━ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 / 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader x Caitlyn Kiramman

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, alludes to rough childhood, mentions of arguments and being judged, mentions of fear of doing something wrong, alludes to anxiety, mentions of overthinking, I think that's it?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you enjoy hun! I based some of it off my own experiences but it's also 430am rn so I did my best lol! thank you darling! i hope your character writing is going good!

Let's be clear, these two are amazingly great with taking care of you, even before you told them about some of your 'issues' as you used to call them

Caitlyn was the first to notice, once you both began spending a lot more time together

She knew you'd dress up cute, you put in a lot of effort into your appearance and you reminded her of a little shop doll dressed up among the other girl, boy and other dolls she'd seen

It was fun and a bit different from the sophisticated nature that comes with Piltover

Also loves your stuffed animal collection, but maybe not as much as you

She finds it adorable you treat them like your children and Vi, well when it comes to Vi she very much indulges in it

Listens to you when you name each one and tell them both their backstories and go into details about their birthdays

They remember them too

Vi loves you so much though, since you're helping her heal without even realizing

You don't care when she snuggles up under your blankets around your teddy bears and talks to you quietly while Cait makes you all tea to drink

It makes her feel like a child, and you don't mind either because she's listening to you and actually interested in you

Cait tucks you both in after you fell asleep reading a book together with you telling Vi the entire story and Vi finding you very pretty to look at

All cuddled up in her giant bed made to fit the entirety of your plushies she made sure to cuddle you both immediately after

They both always make sure you're comfortable with things as well, getting overwhelmed in public situations isn't new for you

They're very overprotective of you

Especially around other people who notice that sometimes you'll act childish and point out something cool to one of them

Whether it be a pretty butterfly or a street performer you found so awesome you had to tug on Caitlyn's sleeve to show her

Vi doesn't have any of it when someone is rude to you, that's for sure

And Cait focuses her attention to you always and makes sure you're alright at the time

They knows you mean well, even when it can get frustrating and they're trying to focus and you're wanting attention

But they'll never ever tell you because it goes away within a few seconds when they see that smile on your face, and it was like they never felt it at all

You'll bring them things while they're busy and they'll always stop to listen to you go on about whatever topic popped in your head

or to see whatever cool toy or trinket you'd brought home

Vi had accidentally been a bit rude to you one time on accident before and felt awful for it

Did EVERYTHING to make it up to you, and I mean EVERYTHING

She felt so bad

You cried for five minutes before the ice cream she offered became a bit too enticing along with the bear hug she gave you

You forgot about it after honestly but she still thinks about it

Lets you sit on her lap all the time because you like the comfort it brings

It makes you feel small and she holds you nice and tight in her big arms with her head resting on your own

Vi loves to love you and you're so sweet to her it makes her feel undeserving

You'll hug and sit with her always

Seeing her as your biggest and best teddy bear

Hearing you say that nearly made her cry

When you give her special nicknames and kisses whenever just because you know she loves you and it makes you feel good that you're making her happy

Caitlyn gives me motherly vibes and it unintentionally goes to both you aswell

You when you're sad and want her to sit you on her lap and hug you close

Or make you food while you kick your legs back and forth sitting on the counter telling her about what you and Vi seen around the city while she worked

Vi loves taking you to a cupcake shop nearby

Speaking of that, they love bringing you pretty sweets home to see that light on your face

They love it

And you love it because they're thinking about you and you weren't entirely used to that

You just love making them happy, and you know why and where it stems from, but it makes you happy

Vi loves when you talk about everything when you guys walk together down the street

Every little thing, you'll bring it up

She has this game where you'll point at people and come up with life stories for them

She'll have you giggling for hours, ready to pee your pants from how hard your laughing

And when you walk into the toy store to 'just look around' Vi finds herself paying for a few new stuffed animals and maybe a few dresses and suits for them

And a little tea set that you couldn't pass up

Walking down the street holding a ton of bags while you're carrying a fancy little box with your cups in it

A smile on your face as you talk to a few kids on your way

But it's all worth it

Though, that's the good side of it all, the cute side they love

But sometimes Caitlyn and Vi argue, it's VERY VERY rare if impossible that you're in an argument with them mostly because you just don't argue

But they do, rarely, but it can get bad when they do argue

You feel stuck between them both, but they'd never ask to make you choose a side unless you say something

You don't though, afraid that you'll hurt the other and they'd hate you for it

It's like being stuck between two parents arguing

You hate it when they're mad at each other, even if it's not for long because by the time night rolls around you're all snuggled up in bed tracing skin and pressing light kisses against your cheeks

Or sometimes you mess up

Like the time you broke one of Caitlyn's favorite glass teacups

You wouldn't look at her, afraid of what you'd see when you finally told her

She'd been asking if you were okay for at least an hour

Wouldn't say a word to Vi while she watched the interaction, you just stared at the floor

But they were just glad you were okay, Caitlyn didn't care about the cup she thought you were hurt

You were a bit shocked to say the least but it made it easier to come to her when you did something you deemed bad

But to your surprise, she was never mad

Sometimes she'd even laugh, and get you back to your good mood by making you smile

And when you overthink too much about something you did she sits and talks you through it the entire time

Vi can tell when you're lying to her very easily

So when you're overthinking about something you said, or maybe a small thing you did to one of them or to someone else

She talks you through it all like Caitlyn taught her

Because she knows you're freaking out quietly over nothing

But to you it's everything, in the moment anyway

Until she reminds you that she'll beat anyone and everyone up and she's got you laughing and Caitlyn smiling from across the room

Vi's good at distracting and desire

Caitlyn's good at calming and comforting

They're perfect for you, because they take good care of you and you take great care of them

#arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #vi x you #vi x yn #vi x y/n #vi x reader #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn x reader #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends #vi arcane #nevy writes #violyn #nevy wr

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coeurdastronaute · 2 years

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Winter Olympics 8

Previously on Winter Olympics

It’d been quiet, thankfully, following the scuffle on the ice and the outing the pair experienced after Valentine’s Day. It’d been quiet because they chose to ignore the clamoring of press or people, and instead go to events together when they could, in a group with either team, experiencing everything the games had to offer. It’d been quiet because Lexa was deep into practice and preparing for her semi while Clarke also upped her practices for her Big Air qualifiers.

It was only a few days, but there was a routine that somehow developed. They did morning workouts together after grumbling about not leaving whoever’s bed they’d decided to use the night before. Clarke hated the gym, but it was a little more tolerable with Lexa, who somehow became a kid in a candy store, excited to push her body to a limit that Clarke wasn’t sure even existed. But it was fun, or at least more fun that she was used to, to get sweaty with Lexa, to watch her lift heavy things and concentrate so hard on preparing.

The thing about Lexa that Clarke had come to really observe was that she was determined. She was focused. She did the thing that was in front of her immediately and with fierce commitment. It was oddly catching. There weren’t many people Clarke would wake up for and then go to the gym, all before breakfast, herself included. Lexa was worth it.

But that was all they got together. Lexa had practice and film and to prove to everyone that she was worthy of her name. Clarke had to practice as well, and she had press and her family to keep her busy as she prepared. There was a bit of insistence that they weren’t distractions to each other, and Clarke understood what Lexa meant. They just kind of fit together, and because of that they didn’t push, didn’t rush, just took the time they could, when they could, and accepted it. Clarke knew she had a bit of a crush, but that was half of the fun of it. It was different.

But she didn’t think about the routine or the dinners or the parties or events when she was preparing for her run. Lexa had been right-- there wasn’t a distraction to be found. Instead, Clarke replayed her run in her head. She visualized it going perfectly. She remembered everything she had to do, down to the most minute detail. The music blared in her headphones as she waited her turn. She wasn’t nervous, she was excited.

It got loud again when Lexa watched Anya and Clarke. A few teammates joined her as they clapped and cheered for the huge tricks, marveling at the height and speed and death-defying moves that were made. It was always Lexa’s least favorite event of her cousin’s to watch. Something about her being suspended in the air for an extended amount of time seemed a touch dangerous. The nerves didn’t just exist for Lexa though, as now she had to worry about Clarke, even when Clarke told her she was a professional.

Clarke liked that Lexa worried but also supported her. There was a kind of adorable anxiety that existed in the hockey player that made Clarke feel a little important. She saw Lexa after they announced her second run, and she earned a wave between the cheering the hockey team seemed to be giving her.

The adrenaline was always welcomed. She’d had boyfriends and girlfriends, or rather people she casually hung out with, come and watch her compete. It felt a little better than that to see Lexa in the crowd as Bellamy engulfed her in a hug.

“Looks like you had a good time out there today,” the reporter she met with grinned while she returned it, still a little breathless from her last performance.

Clarke adjusted her toque and nodded, leaning closer to hear the questions over the roar of the crowd behind her. The staging area was off to the side, but not enough to hide from the excitement that existed as the finalists were announced to compete in a few days.

“Honestly, it was a really good run for me. I had a few tweaks to make after the first, and I feel pretty good. Excited to unveil something I’ve been putting together for the finals.”

“Word is you’ve been seen practicing an 1800. Any truth to those rumors?”

“I guess we’ll find out on Thursday,” she grinned, camping it up for the cameras.

“How does it feel to perform in front of your friends and family? You mentioned that they don’t get to travel as often to see you compete, so this must be special.”

Another rider was finishing up and Clarke watched out of the corner of her eye, enjoying the show as she nodded and considered.

“I love it. My parents are here, and they hate this competition, but showing off and reminding them that it’s okay I didn’t go to college for now is important.”

She earned a chuckle from the reporter.

“You’re competing against your good friend and training partner, Anya Woods, is there any bad blood when competition time rolls around?”

“Not a bit. It’s a competition, but I know she pushes me harder than anyone else, and her winning gold last event just makes me feel happy for her because I know how hard she works. I did tell her I plan on swiping it next time, but it’s all in good fun.”

“You’re getting extremely close to the historic Woods clan it would seem after some pictures came out--”

“Yeah, well the Olympics have been nothing but an eye-opening experience,” Clarke cut him off quickly. “I’ve got to meet so many amazing people. I always thought the snowboarding world was small, but it definitely got opened up for me. I mean, I have actual vacations planned to visit Japan and Korea and California-- all because of people I’ve met here.”

“But in particular, you’ve been seen with the youngest of the Woods dynasty, an Olympic gold favorite in ice hockey.”

“It’s been great. Been spending a lot of time in the gym with a world-class athlete really makes you work a little harder.”

She gave him nothing but a smile as she watched him try to finagle a way to ask without asking, but came up with nothing.

“Do you think that’s what gave you the edge today?”

“Definitely. And I’m sure Anya will hate knowing that introducing us is what led to me scooping this medal from her.”

“All in the means of friendly competition, right?”

“Exactly.”

Only when she thanked him and walked away did Clarke let out the breath she’d been holding. It was going to be harder than she expected and definitely gave her a deeper appreciation for the way Lexa had bobbed and weaved during her press conference. But Clarke pushed it all away and looked at the standings again, happy to be on top.

XXXXXXXXX

“Are you sure I’m not crashing?”

“Yes.”

“Because you really can go do this without me, and I won’t be offended.”

“I thought you loved whales and the sea and stuff,” Clarke furrowed as Lexa let out a deep breath, antsy and fiddling with her jacket’s sleeve.

“I do, I just don’t want you to think you have to invite me.”

“If you didn’t want to come, that’s okay, too,” Clarke promised with a small smile, reaching out and touching Lexa’s nervous hands, finally getting her to meet her eyes. “It’s just an afternoon with my parents going whale watching. It’s not a dowry reading or whatever.”

Lexa cracked a small smile before leaning a little closer on the bus.

“But what would your dowry entail?”

They reached their stop and Clarke nudged her out of their seats and toward the door, the salt air greeting them as they approached the docks and she mulled it over.

“To take me off of their hands completely? Probably not enough to make it worth it.”

Lexa laughed. Right there, where the water was dark blue and the sky was lighter and the air felt crisper than anywhere else on the planet. It was a sound that got lost in the gulls, and Clarke wanted to hear it again and again. It wasn’t often she earned a full laugh from the hockey player, but she knew it was magic.

“I guess whale watching and lunch will have to be a start,” she decided, slinging an arm around Clarke’s shoulders.

It was cooler by the water than she’d expected, the air and Lexa making her cheeks warm. There was this feeling, this feeling of being substantial when Lexa touched her, as if she had more density to her very being, as if she needed that anchor of another human form keeping her up and down at the same time.

“I do come with a silver medal you know.”

“I know. I saw it last night. You were naked except for just that. It was probably something I’ll think about a lot.”

Her cheeks were now much deeper red as they leaned against the pier and surveyed the water and life happening all around. There was an honesty Lexa had-- this kind of ability to say exactly what she was saying, which juxtaposed well with the times she seemed locked in her head about other things.

“Until I do my Playboy spread,” Clarke teased.

“No way,” Lexa shook her head, this time wrapping Clarke up entirely, pressing her chest against Clarke’s back. “My eyes only.”

“Oh really?” The hockey player nodded against Clarke’s neck, burrowing there for a bit of warmth in the sun. She grumbled something and kissed when she reached skin behind the scarf. “Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

Lexa huffed and held her breath. Clarke smiled, leaning into it. Only a small bit of her reminded her tiny little heart that it shouldn’t feel this way, that it shouldn’t be this good. But she quickly hushed it.

“I’ve never been good at sharing,” Lexa mumbled. “It’s a major character flaw I’m working on. I’d be a little jealous.”

“No way.”

“I support you though. If you’d want to do that.”

“I kind of like that you’re not good at sharing, despite your record-number of assists.”

“Aw, you did google me,” Lexa laughed, squeezing her long arms around Clarke’s puffy coat.

“I like to know what I’m getting into. Hadn’t expected neanderthal levels of possessiveness.”

“It’s a flaw,” she complained. “I’m working on it. It feels like it’s just you though. I definitely never felt this strongly before.”

“I should lower my dowry then.”

“As if I wouldn’t pay to keep you.”

“Perfect. We’ll take one dollar,” a voice interrupted the absolute canoodling that was happening in the morning sunshine on the beautiful coast.

Lexa slackened her grasp on the giggling girl in her arms, but Clarke made sure to hold tight to her forearm, holding her closer, refusing to give another inch.

“A deal and a steal,” Clarke smiled at her parents. “But unfortunately for all of you, you’re stuck with me.”

“I don’t know if I agreed to all that,” Lexa jabbed, earning an elbow in her stomach. “I shouldn’t have started teaching you hockey moves.”

“Mom, Marcus, this is Lexa,” she shook her head, not moving to unwrap herself. Lexa’s chin was nearly on top of her head. “Lex, this is my mom, Dr. Abigail Kane.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Kane,” Lexa moved as much as allowed and shook her hand eagerly. “I actually met you once before at a conference in Boston. I was filling in as student support and you were speaking on the second day, I think. It was about balance issues in zebra fish and some inner-ear work you were doing with Dr. Song.”

“Oh my goodness, I remember the conference, but I don’t--”

“I was just a table runner. I made the fatal mistake of taking Dr. Heisig’s data analysis class, and she roped me into helping.”

“You took Vera’s class? You’re brave. How’d you do?”

“Solid B. Not my best work. I wish I’d taken it in the spring when I wasn’t in season,” she shrugged and Clarke watched what was happening, her eyes bouncing back and forth.

Abby seemed thrilled, and oddly surprised, but that was fair. Clarke hadn’t told her parents much about the hockey player who was joining them for their family outing.

“I don’t know. I’ve seen her work. B isn’t bad. I don’t know if I’d get a B,” Abby admitted. Clarke watched her mother ease up, not as stern or judgemental as she’d expected. Lexa was in, and she didn’t even know it yet. “Vera actually helped me with some research I did a few years ago. I should reach out to her again. You remember Vera, don’t you?”

“The tiny German woman who criticized my choice in beer,” Marcus nodded. “How could I forget.”

“Marcus, Lexa, Lexa, Marcus Kane,” Clarke interrupted before her mother could continue on and on about her research. “Stepfather extraordinaire. Unwilling to sell me for a dollar.”

“True,” he smiled, shaking Lexa’s hand as well. “I’ve invested a lot, but I am prepared to take a loss. Just make me an offer.”

Clarke sighed at the display, but Lexa squeezed her tighter.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kane.”

“Just Marcus and Abby are fine,” he promised warmly. “You guys ready to see some whales?”

XXXXXXXXXX

The entire excursion was better than Clarke could have imagined. Her parents complained about how dangerous her sport was, but when they saw Lexa’s still bruised nose, they at least seemed a little more okay with it.

Between learning about the ocean and migratory patters and the like, between seals and birds and pods of whales, Clarke held Lexa’s hand and leaned against her when she was cold. She liked the smell of Lexa’s body mixing with the sea. She liked that she effortlessly charmed her parents, something not many were capable of doing. Hell, it was something none of the other’s she might have casually introduced had been able to do.

Abby gave her daughter a discrete impressed look when Lexa spoke about her degree and interest in continuing her education as hockey allowed. An Olympian and doctoral student. It should have made Clarke mad, that her mother was so impressed with Lexa’s education and desires, about how perfectly they lined up with the Griffin family need to work in academia, but it didn’t. Not even a bit. Instead, she liked that they had things to talk about, and that Lexa was motivated and interesting. There weren’t comparisons, just awe.

And as much as Abby seemed to want to monopolize Lexa’s insights, the hockey player was sure to constantly touch Clarke, check in on her, invite her to the conversation. Her hand on her thigh, her hand on the back of their bench as they cut through the waters in search of mist from blowholes.

But Lexa’s attention was definitely tugged, as Marcus had her give them a crash course in hockey, them admitting that they hadn’t seen much of the sport. They did connect on rugby though, as apparently Lexa enjoyed following it after playing intramural during school. She ticked every box, and Clarke could not understand how this perfect being just fell into her lap. She expected to go to the Olympics and maybe win a medal. She hadn’t expected to have sex with Lexa Woods. She certainly hadn’t expected to have a crush this big.

“I don’t know if many people would have come on an excursion with someone they just met’s parents, but I’m glad you did,” Marcus smiled and held up his drink as they warmed up over a late lunch in a quiet restaurant overlooking the water.

“It’s nice to escape the Village a bit,” Lexa shrugged and clinked her pint with his. “And I think it’s only fair, after those pictures came out.”

“Right, my daughter, the Olympic medalist on a date,” Abby shook her head. “Honestly not that scandalous, but very thoughtful of you to introduce yourself.”

“I’m just lucky,” Clarke grinned as Lexa surveyed the menu. “I don’t have to hear anyone. Poor Lexa’s been absolutely murdered by her team.”

The tips of her ears started to glow at the thought, and Lexa shook her head, groaning at everything she’d endured. The jokes a never-ending source of joy for her teammates and friends. Hell, even Anya was in on it.

“Which your dad coaches, right?” Marcus furrowed. “And your brother is on the men’s team?”

Lexa nodded and earned a low whistle. Clarke slid her hand to her thigh this time, squeezing slightly as she leaned forward and chuckled, taking some of the weight off of the sore spot that was her family sometimes.

“And you guys already know Anya,” Clarke reminded them. “Lexa’s cousin on her mom’s side.”

“Jesus Christ,” Abby sipped her wine and looked at Lexa.

“Lexa has quite the lineage. Grandpa won multiple medals in hockey, her dad did the same, her mom won, her cousin, her brother.”

“Not a lot of pressure or anything,” she sighed before putting on a smile.

“You do look like Anya. I see it now,” the mother nodded, surveying Lexa’s face, earning an awkward grin.

“You know my cousin?”

“She came and stayed with us… what was it Marcus, two summers ago?”

“Mmm, maybe closer to three,” he decided. “How is it working with your dad? Clarke out grew me coaching her by what? Age five?”

“You’re not so bad on the board, old man.”

“I’m pretty bad, thanks.”

Clarke watched Lexa anxiously sip her drink.

“It’s nice. He’s been my coach since I was born, so it’s not much different than before. He coaches in Nashville, so it gets interesting when he plays Aden sometimes. I get to see both when they come to Boston or if I’m close by.”

“You could have invited him whale watching. The more the merrier,” Abby reminded her.

“That’s very kind, but Aden had a game and Dad spends enough time watching me play.”

“Are we going to her game tomorrow?” she turned to look at her daughter and Clarke pulled herself away from Lexa’s hopeful smile, her smile that asked for reassurance that she’d done okay.

She was, and Clarke did her best to telegraph it.

“You probably won’t like it,” Lexa shook her head. “Clarke’s already been to one and it’s very missable, isn’t it?”

“Not at all. We’re going with Anya and Bellamy,” she promised.

“No pressure at all then,” the hockey player sighed again.

“Not a bit.”

“If you lose, I’ll give you a significantly higher dowry, so there’s that,” Marcus chuckled to himself. “I’m excited to watch you play. I know what a goal looks like, so just do that, and I’ll have a good time.”

“Lex is going to set the single Olympics scoring record,” Clarke beamed.

“And Clarke is going to be the first woman to land an 1800.”

“Ever?” Abby balked a bit.

“Ever,” Lexa nodded.

“Clarke, that’s-- well I’m a little nervous. Have you landed it before?”

“Twice in practice,” Clarke shrugged.

“Today or… ever?”

“Ever. I haven’t attempted one in a week or so, before we came up here, actually.”

The more proud she looked, the more horrified her parents seemed to be. Clarke liked that, pushing the envelope, making them antsy with danger. She liked the rush of it all.

“This is your fault,” Abby pointed at Marcus. “I told you not to put her on that snowboard. I told you, and now she’s doing dangerous stunts.”

“But kind of cool,” he argued weakly, earning a chuckle from the pair across from them.

“This happens often. I broke my leg once, and Mom yelled at Marcus for a week,” Clarke giggled, leaning closer to Lexa to explain the long discourse.

“Try not to do that again, yeah?” Lexa gave her a look, not discouraging, not worried, more teasing and content.

“Try not to get punched in the nose again,” she whispered, leaning closer.

“I have a very punchable face,” the hockey player shrugged.

But Clarke didn’t argue. She kissed Lexa’s cheek and leaned closer while her parents went back and forth. They scanned the menu together while she traced the muscle of Lexa’s thigh absently. Greedily, she snuck sips of Lexa and the sea, memorizing them, if she could. It’d only been their third date, and it’d been chaperoned, but it felt… good. Clarke let herself have it, and when she earned a small smile from Lexa and a kiss on her temple, she knew Lexa had to understand and think the same thing.

“You know, I love Boston. Where are you situated?” Abby asked, interrupting the quiet that settled as the pair whispered about their lunch and how hungry they’d grown.

Lexa felt renewed, restarted, ready for anything, happy to have her family off the table. Clarke was eager for the answers as well and settled in, listening to the girl who tossed her around the hotel room a few days ago describe her dog and some part of a town she’d never been to, imagining Lexa’s life when she wasn’t at the Olympics, making her more and more and more and more real with every syllable.

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Middle-earth without Tolkien

Review of "The Rings of Power": Episode 1 & 2

I am a big fan of Tolkien's writings and the fictional world he had created. If you try to sell me a show that is supposed to be "true to Tolkien" and that is supposedly set in Middle-earth and uses the names of his characters and locations, I'm going to have expectations.

Unfortunately, in the first two episodes they were not met. While the show looks decent and could be an okay-ish start for an original show, at this point it does not work as an adaptation of Tolkien's writings at all.

Spoiler warnings for the 1st & 2nd episode under the cut.

The Production

Nice sets, overall good VFX and music

Let me start by saying that overall, the look of the show is mostly fine. This is especially true in regards to the sets and most of the visual effects: Moria looked impressive, Lindon has a few nice shots and the landscape shots are, of course, also beautiful. We also get some great VFX shots in the intro and whenever they introduce new locations. The music was good as well – for the most parts it was fitting for the atmosphere of the scene and was not distracting. However, I wouldn't say that it was anything special – only in seaso 2 I found one moment where the music really stood out for me.

Questionable character design

I wasn't a fan of the character designs when the casting and later the designs were announced, and this hasn't really changed:

Among the Elves, Galadriel's casting is probably the best of them, but the choices for her costumes are strange at times. Gil-galad is completely miscast in my opinion, and his golden costume just looks bad, especially the fabric. Elrond doesn't look the Elvish part, and especially his costume in Moria doesn't look good. Celebrimbor is way too old, and no acting can change that. And the fact that they make him walk from Ost-in-Edhil to Moria in his long robes is ridiculous. For Arondir, and other Elves, it's little details that sometimes just don't work or that are irritating – like the fact that most Elf-women besides Galadriel seemed to be veiled. And then there is, of course, the fact that all male Elves but Gil-galad have short hair, and I think this is a really really bad decision. Give the Elves their long hair back! Also, what's up with the Roman style of the Elves?

Among the Dwarves, things look a little bit better: Durin IV looks decent for a Dwarf, and most other Dwarves that we see look Dwarvish enough. But of course there is the issue of Disa, who according to Tolkien should also have a beard - which she doesn't. Her costume also looks not really Dwarvish at all. But since she is basically only in one scene in these two episodes, this can be overlooked.

For Men, the character designs are mostly okay – although Bronwyn sticks out in so far that she seems to be the only clean person in her entire village. The Harfoots have overall mostly fitting costumes, but the random plants in their give un unnecessary primitive impression.

Acting

The acting is overall decent – there is rarely a case where the acting feels off or pulls you out of the show. However, in these first two performances there wasn't really anything impressive to see either.

My favourite performance is probably Roberto Aramayo – his acting is charming, his line delivery is good and he displays the most interesting emotions. Especially in combination with Durin IV it's an enjoyable performance to watch. Notable is also Markella Kavenagh as Nori, who brings a lot of heart into her role.

My least favourite performance is probably Ismael Cruz Cordova as Arondir, who seems to have the same facial expression throughout the two episodes.

Writing

The writing and directing is, together with the weak character design, the weakest part of these two episodes so far, but unfortunately it's also the most important part:

The story and character treatment has many issues I will describe further below. The dialogue feels clunky at times, especially when its Elves talking. While I understand that they tried to give the Elves a certain way of speaking that probably tries to mimic Tolkien's beautiful prose, it sometimes tries too hard and too much. The best example is probably the following excerpt:

" Do you know why a ship floats and a stone cannot? Because the stone sees only downward. The darkness of the water is vast and irresistible. The ship feels the darkness as well, striving moment by moment to master her and pull her under. But the ship has a secret. For unlike the stone, her gaze is not downward but up. Fixed upon the light that guides her, whispering of grander things than darkness ever knew." – The Rings of Power, Episode 1

There are also times where it works, but the times it doesn't are more memorable because I had to stop and go back once or twice to understand what they tried to say in their convoluted way.

And last but not least: language. Something that should be vital to any series that tries to tackle Tolkien, yet here we are in a series with some really basic mistakes: we see at least two instances between Elves where they switch to Elvish for a couple of lines and then go back to seaking English. ... why? Aren't they normally speaking Elvish and it was just translated to English for the viewer? Apparently not. Then why are they speaking English anyway? Did anyone even thing about this? Why is this not addressed when it's hinted at?

More details about the writing I will discuss in the story section.

The Story

The Intro

The intro of the show takes about 8 minutes of the first episodes, and it was my first big disappointment. While it works as a short summary of the history and gives a good insight into Galadriel's current situation, it is also filled with small details that are simply frustrating for me as a fan of Tolkien's writings.

There is, once again, the repurposing of character lines right at the beginning of the show: "Nothing is evil in the beginning" is said by Galadriel as the first line of the first episode, yet it is Elrond's line in Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. And so far, this line stands without connection at the beginning and there is no follow up to it.

The first scene we see is Galadriel getting bullied by other Elf-children. The first of those children to speak sounds rather like Draco Malfoy than an Elf-child. It kind of sets the tone of how the Elves will be portrayed in these two episodes (and possibly in the whole first season).

Galadriel's conversation with her brother not only is written with weird metaphors (see above), it's also is illogical at times. "I won't always be here to speak them to you", her brother says to Galadriel, and she is surprised. In a voice over she than explains that they had no word for death – but then why does her brother believe he won't always be there? There are other instances like this, so I want to mention this one as an example.

The plot of the First Age is very quickly summaries with a few sentence. It's not very accurate, so not going too much into details is probably the best. The visuals combine several images that could belong to various different battles: the War or Wrath, the Dagor Bragollach, and the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. There are some really impressive shots here, but half of them had already revealed by the teasers. Since there is not really much more there, I think it was a mistake to use them in the teaser.

There is a shot of Galadriel on the battlefield after the battle is over, and she just wearing a delicate white dress while walking through the mud. It's a distracting in this moment because all I could think about was "who on earth picks clothes like these to go to a lost battlefield..."

After the intro part, the episode then transitions to the main storylines of these two episodes, starting with:

Amazon's Galadriel and her quest for revenge

Galadriel's storyline is probably the most frustrating to watch, because out of the four storylines it's one of the two where the character names actually come from Tolkien.

However, there is not much else left that could be attributed to Tolkien beside the names. Amazon's Galadriel shows neither the greatness nor the nobility nor the ambition nor the wisdom that were central to Tolkien's Galadriel. Instead she is brash, inconsiderate and driven by revenge.

She spends the 1st episode as the Cassandra in the story - warning everyone of Sauron's return, but nobody seems to listen. But there is never a good reason given as to why everyone ignores her – instead, apparently most Elves have forgotten the pain of the past, Galadriel's men think it's too dangerous to search any further in the North, Elrond has no better reason than Gil-galad-said-so, Gil-galad actually knows Galadriel is right but apparently prefers to deny reality.

This leads to Galadriel basically getting shipped of into the West against her will – massively breaking the lore because it ignores the Ban of the Valar completely. Seeing the ship almost reaching Valinor wasn't as impressive for me as the creators probably would have liked, because it's not earned: in Tolkien's Middle-earth, sailing West is a personal choice, it's not something any Elven-king can hand out as a gift or keep from any Elf. It certainly shouldn't be used to remove the uncomfortable political opposition. It has no emotional weight because while the no-name-Elves in the background are all very happy, Galadriel obviously doesn't want to be there. Which is why she eventually decides to turn back by jumping into the sea. This decision is absolutely nonsenical, because anyone with half a brain would then expect to drown and die. This storyline may be impressive visually, but it's purely build on dump decisions by Gil-galad (+Elrond) and Galadriel.

Galadriel of course doesn't die, most of the 2nd episode she spends with not drowing, and during that she gets aquaintend with the human man Halbrand. About Halbrand there is not much to say yet – this episode mainly brings these two characters together for further story development in the following episodes. The other humans in these scenes are quickly forgotten, and only used for a quick example of human racism against Elves.

Galadriel is not the only mischaracterised Tolkien character here: with Gil-galad it's even worse. He is one of the biggest disappointments because he is an unsatisfying combination of being miscast, having a flawed character design and being written completely unsympathetically: Amazon's Gil-galad is a it patronising, lets Elrond write his speaches, and ignores Galadriel's warnings even though he knows she is right. The idea of trying to pretend the thing he doesn't want to be true will go away simply by ignoring it is directly contradicting Tolkien's writings, since there Gil-galad was one of the first to notice the growing shadow, and one of the first who tried to do something against it. I truly hate Amazon's portrayal of this character so far.

Other little things that caught my attention:

Climbing ice mountains with metal gloves is a stupid idea.

The fight scene against the snow troll is really really bad, especially because it seems to be so easy for Galadriel, and everyone else is just standing around doing nothing.

I'm curious what Galadriel's plan would have been if they would have found Sauron at some point during that mission. Did she plan to fight him one-on-one? If he had Orcs with him, would his not-so-merry band of Elves be enough to take them on?

All in all, this plotline was frustrating and dumb in the first episode, and got boring in the second one.

Amazon's Elrond and the Dwarves

Amazon's Elrond, as mentioned above, has the advantage of an endearing performance by the actor, but he simply is not convincing as an Elf – or as Tolkien's Elrond at this point in time.

Watching his scenes with Galadriel was frustrating because although they claim to be friends they don't really seem to understand each other at all. Elrond seems to act, more or less, on behalf of Gil-galad, which Galadriel resents. She is unkind in these conversations, and Elrond deliberately ignores that her concerns are valid - Galadriel has found some proof for her claims after all. And since I'm not a fan of Amazon's Gil-galad, I dislike the scenes of Elrond with him as well.

A recurring element here is also the attitude of the Elves – Elrond is not included in a council meeting because it's "Elf-lords only". ...who among the Eldar would refuse to count the immortal son of Eärendil, grandson of King Dior, great-grandson of King Turgon, among the Elf-lords? That's just absurd, but continues what was shown right at the start of the intro: the Elves as stuck-up bullies.

Elrond becomes a lot more interesting once he is in the company of the Dwarves. For me, his relationship with Durin IV was the only emotional storyline that really interested me and that felt like there was actually some depths to these characters. Incidentally, the issue of the Elvish immortality compared to the rather short life of a Dwarf (250 years on average, according to Tolkien) is one of the few moments where the show actually picks up on a Tolkien-related storyline. Had something like this story been front and center I would have been much more invested in the this two-parter. While the initial refusal of Durin IV to speak with Elrond and the following Rite are a bit cringe, the scenes that follow work quite well.

Durin IV and Disa are used well in this context. Durin III, while looking very Dwarvish, is less welcome because he really shouldn't be there without breaking another part of Tolkien's lore. But who is counting anymore at this point, I guess...? What is not clear is why Elrond ignored Durin IV. I mean, surely he got an invetation to Durin IV's marriage or the birth of his children. Even if time feels a bit different to Elrond, he still should know about the importance of such occations and that one can't just come a coupld of years later to them?

For this storyline I also have to quickly mention Celebrimbor. He is not well casted in my eyes because he simply does not look the Elf-part at all. And apparently Celebrimbor is aware of that: he has decided that he quickly has to build a large tower, until spring, because apparently he has no time left to be patient for no further explained reasons? If there is peace now, why can't Gil-galad's Elves help? Shouldn't Celebrimbor be a Lord in his own right in Eregion? What are all his Elves doing? WHAT ARE THE GWAITH-I-MÍRDAIN DOING? Anyway, Celebrimbor and Elrond seem to walk from Ost-in-Edhil all the way to Moria on foot, and Celebrimbor still wears his long costume and that's just funny to me. So far nothing that they have done with this character works for me.

Some little notes:

Fëanor's hammer in this series looks like a toy. Please don't show or mention it again.

The close-up reaction shots of the Dwarves during the Sigin-tarâg are just really uncomfortable to watch. This is one of the times where the editing draws attention to itself – and this is always a negative thing.

Overall, this is the storyline that works best in these two episodes. It's not ideal by any means, but at least it has a bit potential. Just keep Elrond away from Gil-galad and never show Celebrimbor again...

Arondir and Bronwn

Arondir, Bronwyn and Theo are one of the two storylines that have no foundation in Tolkien's writings at all so far. The characters are an Amazon invention, the location where the story is set is only vaguely defined, and the story itself is going nowhere known so far. It is most likely a setup for something bigger, but at the moment this part of the series is among the most boring parts to watch.

Arondir is the most uninteresting character to me, thanks to the writing and acting. His romance with Bronwyn hasn't had much chance to be developed and their scenes together show them mostly in a state of awkwardness or miscommunication. Nothing there makes me invested in their relationship.

Arondir's plotline mostly seems to emphasis once more that Elves are stuck-up bullies. So these human people have lived there for 1000 years, peacefully, but the Elves still keep a military presences there because they don't trust them? How lovely. There is a scene between Arondir and another Elf that tries to reinforce just how badly the Elves think of these people. "The blood of those who stood with Morgoth still darkens their veins", this Elf says, and that they had to be watched over not because of what their ancestors did but "because of who they still are" and "be grateful that you need never see them again". OKAY, WE GET IT. This scene is horribly forced and annoying exposition, because there is no need to tell Arondir this if he has been stationed there for 79 years. Take your indoctrination somewhere else please.

The humans on the other hand call Arondir "knife-ears", which is also racist but probably understandable after 1000 years or mistrust and control because of the ancestor's crimes. It's not very fitting for Arondir though, his ears are barely pointy...

Anyway. The Elves here also pretend everything is okay now, everything evil has somehow vanished despite there being signs that it's just around the corner, and it makes everyone look stupid. Before declaring peace on earth, maybe check around the next corner?

Some other little things that annoyed me:

When Arondir comes into the village, he has his hood so deep drawn in his face that it's hard to see how he can see where he's going. It looks ridiculous, put the hood further back, please.

Arondir has been promoted as a Silvan elf, yet he is under the command of the High King of the Noldor? How? Why? Since when did Gil-galad's kingdom ever go past the Misty Mountains in the East or the Isen in the South. Surely not as far as East of the Sea of Núrnen. Why did the show make Arondir a Silvan Elf and then just ignore a majority of the Silvan culture? Silvan Elves didn't want to get involved with the Noldor, they stayed in their own little corners.

Bronwyn has a Cassandra moment in the 2nd episode, similar to Galadriel in the 1st episode. I think it would have been better if Theo had been the one to do it this time, because now it just feels a bit obvious in regards to what the message is supposed to be...

The cut from when Bronwyn kills the Orc to where she slams the head of the Orc on the table is really really bad.

There is more, but I have to stop somewhere. Theo could also be discussed, but frankly there is not much to say about him aside from the fact that Orcs digging tunnels under his house sounds like mice to him, and that he found a sword and is possibly being possessed at the end? Either way, I can't bring myself to care for the boy.

Nori and Meteor Man

The storyline that is probably furthest away from Tolkien's 2nd Age is the HobbitsHarfoots storyline (trying to convince anyone that Harfoots aren't Hobbits is laughable, so let's just note that they are Hobbits. At least they are not yet in Eriador but somewhere in Rhovanion).

The focus is on Nori, a HobbitHarfoot with an Elvish name. The scenes with her and her family and friends are charming in a way, but I also don't have much to say about it because while watching it I mostly wondered where the point of all this was.

The point comes in form of Meteor Man at the end of the first episode: Nori finds him and decides to take care of him, and from then on her storyline becomes less interesting. Her interaction with Meteor Man is simply not particulary interesting, because Meteor Man himself is not particually interesting at this moment. It's a setup for something further down the line, and for itself it doesn't add much to the current state of the story.

As Nori and her friend correctly notice: Meteor Man can neither be Man nor Elf, so he'll most likely be one of the Maiar – probably Gandalf or another of of the Istari, or Sauron – depending on which plottwist route the showrunner will take. Coming as a meteor breaks the lore once more, no matter who it is, so that's annoying. And since we won't get any solution to this riddle any time soon I lost interest in that plotline half into the second episode.

Two small notes:

I quite liked the music that played when Nori first hid Meteor Man and explained to her friend why she was doing it.

In that scene there is the other small hint at a motif from Tolkien: Nori says she somehow knows that this is supposed to happen and that she is supposed to take care of Meteor Man. This is an echo of Gandalf's words to Frodo: "I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought." Which makes the idea that this Meteor Man is Gandalf much more likely.

One question that remains for me when it comes to Nori: her father was hurt wenn he fell, so they said he wouldn't be able to migrate. But in the next scene that we see the HobbitsHarfoots in, Nori says that they'll soon migrate, so... what's with the father now? Is he healed? Did I miss something?

Pacing & story coherence

The show juggles with four storylines in these two episodes, and often a single episode suffers when it is split between more than two storylines: as a result not enough time is spent on each single storyline. Because of this the pacing is usually not that great – while the eisode jumps form storyline to storyline, the viewer has to follow constantly with their attention and emotional investment, and usually that doesn't really work. Whenever the viewer has gotten used to and invested in a storyline, the episode is already heading to the next part.

Another issue with the pacing is the fact that for all of the storylines these two episodes were mostly setup. But there are only eight episodes in this season, so 25% of the season are already spent on setup. At this rate, I'm curious how they want to get to the Last Alliance in five seasons without rushing it, but maybe they'll speed things up in the next episodes.

Conclusion

As an adaptation of Tolkien's stories, these first two episodes completely failed. As a story set in Middle-earth, these first two episodes also fail because they keep ignoring some of the most basic elements of Tolkien's worldbuilding. Of course is can and most likely will change in future episodes or seasons, but we'll see to which extend and in which quality.

As a fantasy series, it's not completely bad, but it's lacking a lot. The pretty visuals can't hide the fact that the characterisations and the overall writing is unconvincing, at times dumb and at other times boring. So far there is nothing smart or subtle about this show.

Most frustrating is the portrayal of the Elvish characters, and the Elves as a people in general. While the Amazon oirignal plotlines my not be particulary interesting, at least they can't get as many things wrong as the Galadriel or Elrond storyline.

Overall it was a disappointing start for this series, both as a show supposedly related to Tolkien's work and as its own work.

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@iocaneimmune sent: Westley knocked gently on the door to Johanna’s room, waiting patiently for her to answer. In his hands was a book on the wildlife local to Australia, as well as a journal and stationary set with little sparrows drawn on the corners of each page. “I was in town earlier and saw some things I thought you might like. Stuff to remember your visit here, and I got the stationary so that if you choose not to stay on The Revenge, we can still keep in contact, if you want. You will always be welcome aboard.”

she scrambles to button up the back of her dress. johanna should have been ready ages ago. she doesn’t want the captain believing she’s incapable of getting dressed on time. and all because of watching the birds outside her window, too. really johanna! she mentally scolds herself. distracted by some birds when he trusts you enough to be on his ship. but as soon as she fits the final button around its loop and she answers the door ( she almost thanks him for knocking on her door, as well, the judge never did that ) , her eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

❝ how did you know? ❞ as soon as the words leave her mouth, she regrets it. it doesn’t matter how the captain knows it’s february twentieth and february twentieth is the anniversary of her birth. especially when he’s brought her something. johanna never mentioned it to him. nor any member of the crew. but that doesn’t mean she can’t thank him. not for the first time, she thinks he is too good to her.

a hand reaches out to take the objects, before realizing she would need both to hold all of it. her sight remains on all of it. the golden print on the cover of the book, the leather spin keeping the journal together, and the little details of the sparrows. it makes her smile, despite her previous embarrassment. he had thought of her. he knows what she likes.

johanna looks back up at the captain. ❝ it’s like a souvenir. ❞ his words are sincere. she can’t sense a trace of anything that isn’t just in his eyes. it isn’t like the judge at all. it’s as if he really is her father and he’s providing her with something that will make her happy. on her birthday. ❝ of course i will. i wouldn’t dream of not writing to you. ❞ a pause, then. ❝ how did you know it’s my birthday? ❞

#i don't think she would mention when her birthday is which makes this even sweeter to me :')#ignore the modern icon i just don't know how else to properly portray her joy and shock #*❈ ‣ 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔? — ( interaction. )#*❈ ‣ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙? — ( v. feat. iocaneimmune )#iocaneimmune

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happy saturday y’all if ur in my time zone or any other nearby ones! Here’s a “When The Angels Left The Old Country” by Sacha Lamb!

TUMBLRIANS!! Greetings!! As of the publication date of this review, it will have been about 5-6 days since I finished reading When The Angels Left The Old Country by Sacha Lamb! And ugh! What an excellent book. Up at the tippy top of my mental rankings along with A Lesbiana’s Guide To Catholic School. (P.S., I’m sticking true to my word and developing a weekly schedule! I’m publishing reviews every Saturday! Every other day of the week I’ll just..do whatever I want lol.)

I don’t think I fit into the intended demographic of this book; I have not watched a minute of Good Omens in my life (I only knew that it borrowed a bit from the basic premise/setup based on reviews by people who have watched or read it), nor am I Jewish! The Hebrew and Yiddish glossary at the end was greatly appreciated for the latter reason lmao, although I could guess what some things were based on context clues it was good to have the extra help for visualization. (I picture stuff in my head like a movie when I’m reading, so it can throw me off if I miss a detail.) Regardless, I got sucked into the world of this book, and how culturally rich it felt; the Yiddish/Hebrew/Jewish aspects blended in effortlessly and never felt once like they were being shoved into a line or piece of dialogue. And consequently, I became terribly invested in all of the characters. (“Terribly” meant in an 18th-century-lady-saying-“very much” way, not the negative connotation!) I loved to tune into an angels and demons story that wasn’t exclusively Catholic or Christian(and acknowledged the existence of other religions, too!), and there was something so uniquely poetic about both Little Ash and Uriel discovering what it means to be human, on top of realizing they’re becoming a bit more like that the further along the story they are.

Oh my goodness though, I’ve never wanted a book to be a little more under the romance subgenre than this one. Uriel and Little Ash’s relationship was just..beautiful. I so badly wanted them to get together like the other romantic pairing we get in this story (that one felt a little rushed admittedly, it felt more like infatuation and a fun little fling than genuine romance and we didn’t get a ton of development between the two). (Folks who read the book, you know what I mean.) Although I do think that it would change some of the writing and I wouldn’t want that to happen, I think it’s good as is and I suppose it’s nice that you don’t have that at the front and center so it doesn’t distract from the plot. Not that Sacha Lamb ever rules out the possibility of them getting together, but it just doesn’t get finalized ☹️. You can see how their affection towards each other changes to become a bit more romantic towards the middle of the story, and..goodness. They’re just so sweet. I usually don’t get emotional over a book romance, but these guys?? They’re everything to me!!! They should’ve kissed damnit. LET ASHEL AND URIEL KISS GODDAMNIT!!!

Anyhow! I also really loved the characters. Uriel and Little Ash/Ashel(I call him a lot of things in this review sorry) complimented each other’s personalities well! Although there was a possibility that Ashel’s “always sniffing around for sinners and mischief whenever he can” gimmick has the potential to get old after a while, as well as Uriel’s moral perfection being the foil to that (and acting as a means of keeping him in check), but both characters undergo their own changes and arcs, meaning that neither become “tired”. I liked their banter too. And Rose was a force of her own, a “firecracker” as I’ve seen another reviewer describe, her and the other two worked well as a trio once she became accustomed to both of them(+Ashel didn’t see the point in messing with her anymore lmao) and I liked seeing them become more of a friend group as the story progressed.

Also, this was one of the only times where I’ve felt truly satisfied by the ending of a non-contemporary novel! So that was a nice surprise. (So many sequels and open endings nowadays!) (I sound like a boomer, sorry.)

Overall, it was a well-written book, one of my favorites at that, and I’ll definitely recommend it to those who read historical fiction. No spoiler section for this review, everyone! I don’t have a ton I feel the need to rant about, which I can’t tell is because of my enjoyment of this book or because this week has been truly exhausting (and it’s taken everything in me to gather up my remaining energy and finish this review). (Apologies for those who saw my deleted post, I haven’t been in the best state.)

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 stars!

Paz, signing off!

(Book trigger/content warnings: Historical xenophobia and antisemitism, violence, some blood.)

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Series 9 Episodes 1 & 2: The Magician's Apprentice and The Witch's Familiar

Heyy everyone, Daisy here starting reviews for Series 9. These are gonna be sporadic as I’ve got university stuff on, but it’s a nice distraction when I can get round to it. Today we’re going to be looking at The Magician’s Apprentice and The Witch’s Familiar, two episodes I’ve felt very mixed on in previous watches. Let’s see what I think now!

So The Magician’s Apprentice definitely has problems. One thing I found refreshing about Series 8 was typical grand Moffat plots were shelved for a way more grounded character-focused set of episodes. This is not what we get in this series opener. Davros’ slithering lackey rolls through locations with little relevance to the plot, scrolling through Moffat’s greatest hits whilst looking for the Doctor. It’s very Star Wars in a way that doesn’t fit in with the tone set in the previous series. Whilst an overblown introduction is in character for Missy and her predecessors, seeing our Doctor roll out with a tank and an electric guitar in the middle ages just feels way too off-base. I understand this is the point, 12 is thinking he’s at his end and wants to just let loose, and the story itself addresses this heavily, but I don’t feel it does a good enough job at making this change in character believable.

Whilst pre-Skaro Magician’s Apprentice doesn’t inspire confidence, once we move to Skaro things get a whole lot better. Even if the explanation for it returning in Asylum was very much missing, it’s so satisfying to see the Dalek empire back in full glory, sporting all sorts of different casings from across the years. The Dalek’s presence is built upon in the Witch’s Familiar as the episode explores how Daleks function by chucking Clara in one. What she quickly realises is that Daleks have had the languages of love and identity stripped from them in favour of hatred, and that in order to fire the Dalek’s gun, she needs to weaponize her anger. It’s a lovely reminder of what makes the Daleks such effective villains. Cybermen strip away emotions, but the Daleks use them as weapons, harkening back to their fascist roots. Even their leader, Davros, is portrayed very well here. It’s a mature take on the character with the age of Twelve and Davros showing on either side. They’ve seen so much together, and yet they’re still so opposed. It’s nothing groundbreaking, but it’s enough to drive the episode forward.

Alongside these cool details, the Witch’s Familiar tasks Clara & Missy with working together to stop the Doctor from going full scorched Earth thinking they’re dead. These two are so much fun to see together. Clara being a competent logical problem solver versus Missy’s completely unhinged nature makes for a really strong dynamic between the two. It’s here where we start getting an insight into how Missy cares for the Doctor, and this is a step forward in her arc across Capaldi’s tenure.

TL:DR/Overview: The Magician’s Apprentice is a hollow Moffat runaround that could have mostly been cut with nothing much lost. The charm isn’t there and Twelve feels off-base in the first episode. However, the Witch’s Familiar ramps things up with an awesome exploration of what makes the Daleks effective. Clara & Missy make for an electric on-screen pairing, and are the highlight of the story. Magician’s Apprentice gets a C, and Witch’s Familiar an A. Thanks for reading 🙂

#daisy reviews media #doctor who #12th doctor #the magician's apprentice #the witch's familiar

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inkedinfantasy · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite #17: Novel

A young Au Ra finds her interest captured by a mechanical toy.

Read on AO3 here.

Kaoru promptly decided not long after their arrival that she loved Reunion.

It was only recently that her parents had decided that, at nine summers, she was old enough not to run off and get into trouble if they brought her along. So the next time her father mentioned he would be making a trade run, she jumped at the chance to go.

There were so many people, and so many things to see! With a reminder from her father not to wander out past the bounds of Reunion at her heels, she set off, determined to explore everything the small settlement had on offer. There were countless curiosities that she’d never seen before from other parts of Othard, and while many of the stalls of produce and animal goods failed to keep her interest for long, her attention was soon captured by a stall with what appeared to be a small collection of toys.

She admired the lot of them, but one item in particular stood out to her: a creation that looked to be made of an assortment of tiny metal parts, in the shape of a sheep small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.

“What’s this?” she asked the Raen woman manning the stall.

“Ah, that’s one of a collection of little trinkets I picked up from a goldsmith in Kugane. It’s a wind-up sheep. Here…”

The merchant picked up the sheep, gave its curly tail a few twists, and set it back down. To Kaoru’s amazement, the sheep began to walk across the counter all on its own, a charming, lopsided gait accompanied by the soft whirring and clicking of all the little pieces within.

“How does it do that?” she asked in awe.

The merchant smiled indulgently. “I’m no goldsmith myself, so I can’t say I know all the details. But I know when you twist the creature’s tail, it winds up whatever springs and gears and cylinders are inside it, and those are put together just so to make it move.”

“Are there other ones like this? Can you make them look like other things?”

“I imagine a talented enough craftsman could fashion a toy like this that looked like just about anything. And yes, the goldsmith I picked this one up from had a whole collection of little toys like this, though I’ve already sold all the others.”

Kaoru peppered the merchant with more questions about the toy, poking and prodding and examining it under her watchful eye. She was almost startled when she felt her father’s hand on her shoulder. “There you are, Kaoru. It’s about time we head home.”

“Look at this!” she said, holding the little sheep up as high as she could for him to inspect. “It’s a toy sheep! And it moves! I didn't know toys could move! Can we get it?"

Her father hummed thoughtfully. "How much?"

The merchant waved her hand. "It's yours. I've made more than enough to cover the cost of it, and the artisan will be glad to know it went to someone who'll appreciate it."

"Really?" Kaoru picked up the tiny sheep, cradling it in her hands in awe.

"Kaoru?" her father prompted.

"Oh, right." She smiled up at the merchant. "Thank you!"

The merchant smiled back. "You're very welcome."

Kaoru spent most of the journey home turning the toy over and over in her hands, running her fingers over the impossibly tiny joints and pieces as her father's hand on her back steered her away from tripping over rocks or riverbanks in her distraction. As soon as their tribe's camp appeared on the horizon, she snapped back to attention, taking off running towards their tent.

"Mama! Mama! Look what I got!"

She nearly crashed directly into her mother as she exited the tent, holding up the toy proudly.

Her mother made a show of inspecting it. "A little clockwork sheep? It looks very well made."

"The lady said she got it in Kugane. Did you ever see things like this there?"

"Sometimes. Usually a bit bigger than this, though. It's easier to work with fewer pieces this small."

"Do you know how it works? Can anyone learn how to make them?"

Her mother didn't know much more of the specifics than the merchant had, but Kaoru questioned her exuberantly nonetheless.

Later that night, by the light of a lantern, Kaoru's curiosity got the better of her. She carefully and patiently pulled and pried at the casing of the little toy until part of it came away in her hand, exposing the wind-up's delicate, intricate innards. She spent a few minutes just inspecting the pieces, manually turning the tiny gears and watching how they all moved with each other in a perfect interconnected web, how the wind up key of the tail tightened the spring that powered the whole mechanism. It was fascinating how such a small thing could be so complex.

She carefully fit the piece of the casing she had removed back into place, pressing gently until she heard a click and it held. Twisting the sheep's tail a few times, she set it down.

The toy remained still. Kaoru's heart dropped. She gave it a small prod. Nothing. She started to panic.

Her mother noticed her distress first. “Kaoru, what’s wrong?” She looked down at the small toy, still unmoving. “Ah. Is your sheep not working?”

“I just wanted to see what it looked like inside!” Kaoru burst out. “I didn’t even take any parts out or anything and I put the casing back on but now it’s not moving!”

“You need to be careful with little things like this. Their mechanisms can be very delicate.”

“I won’t do it again, I promise! Do you think it can be fixed?”

"The best I can think to do is see if the same merchant is there next time we go to Reunion and asking if she would take it to the craftsman who made it to repair it.”

It was an anxious few weeks until they were due to make another supply run. Kaoru once again accompanied her father, clinging protectively to the tiny sheep the whole way. Luck was on her side, for she spotted the merchant who'd given her the toy in her first frantic scan of the stalls.

The woman's eyes lit up with recognition as Kaoru approached. "Ah, hello again! I've no more mechanical toys on offer this time, I'm afraid."

"That's ok. I wanted to ask about this one." She held the sheep out. "I, uh…opened it up a little to look at the inside and now it doesn't work. I was gonna ask if you could take it back to the person who made it and they can fix it? My father said we could pay. I didn't mean to break it, I just wanted to see how it worked."

The woman's expression softened. "Of course. It'll be a few weeks yet until I'm back in Kugane, though, so it might be a while before I can get it back to you."

"Ok. Thank you." Kaoru handed the tiny sheep over with the utmost care, afraid to potentially jostle anything else loose.

"I'll take good care of it," the woman promised.

Kaoru nodded solemnly. Her important business concluded, she left the stall to go find her father.

Time passed at a crawl. Two trips to Reunion that Kaoru insisted on tagging along with proved fruitless, the Raen merchant not even present among the crowds of people selling their goods. The third time, however, Kaoru spotted the woman almost as soon as they passed through the gates, waving cheerfully at her from her stall. Kaoru immediately broke into a run, ignoring her mother's questioning call behind her.

"The operation was a success," the merchant said as Kaoru skidded to a stop in front of her stall. She reached back and produced the tiny sheep, turning its key and setting it down to make its jaunty, wobbly way across the counter.

"Thank you so much!" Kaoru said.

"We appreciate it." Kaoru's mother had caught up with her, and she smiled at the merchant. "How much do we owe you?"

"The man who made it specifically insisted there was no charge after I told him about the little girl who was so taken with his creation," the merchant said. "He appreciates curiosity, and asked me to pass on his name if she ever wanted to learn more about how little machines like this tick." She passed a small card over the counter to Kaoru's mother.

"This is all very generous, of both of you," her mother said. " Please pass on our thanks when you speak to him again."

"Of course."

Kaoru made sure to be extra-careful with the little sheep on her way home, winding it up and watching it strut across the floor of their tent.

“She said that card she gave you was from the man who made this. Could he really teach me to make things like this?” she asked her mother as ran a tiny, gentle finger over the polished metal of the toy’s back.

“It’s certainly possible. Maybe when you’re a bit older, if you’re still interested, we can talk about it.”

Kaoru huffed. It seemed like everything needed to wait until she was older. This, though, she suspected, just might be worth the wait.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2022 #my writing #oc: kaoru ejinn #another one that got away from me lol

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full circle | steve mcgarrett

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Danny tries to set Steve and you up on a date, but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

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Author’s note: Idk about this, but I love Danno & his irritable good heart.

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Danny Williams contorted his face in the way that was reserved for his disgust with some aspect of current humanity and it made you burst out laughing. You had agreed with the sentiment, but you could never take your sudden emotions and outwardly form them to be so entertaining. He turned to you with that look on his face that said ‘What is so amusing, babe? It’s the truth.’

The air was sweet in your lungs. It was a really lovely evening. The music playing was a great playlist, the karaoke goers weren't annoying, and the overall energy and ambiance in the place was sparkling, like a pretty firework you wanted to watch float down. You were having a good time, free from the things you still had to do, and anything else that could distract you from the present moment. Something still felt missing, though. Because someone was... McGarrett.

A faint vacantness was always around when he wasn’t. You tried not to think about it much, because you knew that overthinking things never yielded much of anything good. The longer his presence infiltrated and somehow contaminated your life, though, every time you happened to re-check in on that vague idea you avoided, it had managed to become more detailed and more difficult to push away. It was practically a sinkhole now, waiting to collapse and pull you in.

You saw the tiger man’s gait, through the crowd of people casually chatting and meandering about. It stuck out, it always did, like a predator in a forrest’s clearing. McGarrett always had a tenacity with each step. Like he had the most efficient path, straight to you and no one could stop or deviate him from getting there. If you were a bad guy, it was very bad news. But if you weren’t, it was reassuring in a way. Relief was filling in those dug out places in your heart. Suddenly, however, the safety you found burst like a C-4 charge just detonated. There was another person walking beside him. She had glowing skin, a cool dress that fit well, and openly gazed at the commander in a way that made you feel sick to witness.

It stung, the pain surprising even you. It was if you unexpectedly ran into a wall and got multiple fractures. But bones weren't the thing that were broken in this case. You swallowed the ache running up from your ribcage, realizing that you had fallen into what you purposefully had cordoned off. You couldn’t get out of the idea-- the idea that you could’ve been the one beside Steve, dressed all nice together, some picture perfect scene from a romcom. You couldn’t deny it anymore, acceptance had beaten you and won. This newfound understanding wasn’t freeing, though, it had trapped you. These feelings were stuck pulling at you with other new ones sprouting up, like quick climbing vines with thorns. There was nothing you could do about it. You cut open yourself, and hollowed everything out, shifting into damage control, as you plastered on a fake smile.

“What took you so long, brah?” Kamekona asked, “Being on time demonstrates to all those around you, you value theirs.”

“There was traffic, and I was meeting up with someone beforehand,” Steve explained as he gestured an introduction, working hard for the audience who hadn’t expected this part of the show, “Everyone, this is Lynn.”

The table gave a general welcome, with supervised yet still kind hellos and smiles. You didn’t think anyone else was as bothered by this surprise guest as you had been. But little did you know...

Danny had arranged this get together at the Sheraton, his second favored locale for controlled social settings aside from the Hilton. But, there was no new girlfriend for him, or new "friend" of Grace's, or anyone else that required mingling in a group. This was just supposed to be drinks, dinner, and maybe some karaoke. For the detective, this was merely subterfuge to finally get two of his friends to admit what they refused to ever address out loud. Though, the subtext in both of your staring said plenty, Danny was trying to enact some good will in lieu of his standard complaining. Annoyance took up a lot of minutes in William’s typical day, but tonight, he was aggravated. Aggravated because his idiot of a best friend brought a date. A date?! The schmuck who ignored him every other time he had suggested getting back out there before. A suggestion, Danny had stopped suggesting, ever since you joined the team. The detective knew him long enough to know how past derailed hurts left a deep wound despite Steve not talking about it. But Danny noticed how that wound slowly started to close up and heal after you entered the picture. Steven, however, was being a moron about this or in total denial. Probably both, Daniel ascertained to himself as he smoothed his hair back, hoping it’d magically work on his nerves too.

“Why don’t I get everyone some drinks, huh? Steve, come help me.” Danny ordered, giving McGarrett a look that on the surface seemed innocent enough, as he got up from the table.

“Steven, please,” the Jersey cop warned, and when he specifically started using formalities and manners, it was well known that underneath the pinstriped dress shirt, the detective 's heart was pumping enough oxygen to effectively yet calmly disfigure someone if they disobeyed.

Steve got up slowly, and a few steps away, Williams started pulling at the man’s rolled shirt sleeves, encouraging the SEAL to pick up the pace to chat in a less busy area of the bar, like an impatient parent embarrassed by their kid acting out in public.

“I,” the blonde man said, pointing to himself for emphasis, “Invited you to this outing– solely you,” then there was another now reversed point, “Why did you bring a plus one?”

McGarrett eyed him, forming a confused reply with his own expression lines, as to why Danny was immediately giving him a hard time doing exactly what he harped on for so long.

“You’re being serious right now? This isn't some fancy RSVP'd dinner reception, Danny. It's drinks at Rumfire. What's the big deal?”

“Actually, it was an RSVP, because I asked you earlier this week, and you responded. And you responded without telling me that you were bringing a date. Then I re-asked, and you didn’t tell me then either.”

“And you think I have control issues?”

“You do have control issues,” Danny calmly and instantly retorted, but his friend was now busy ordering at the bar.

Steve turned back around, “Just relax. Don’t make this a big deal,” he reassured, as his eyes darted away from your silhouette he found first at the table. McGarrett distracted himself again by gathering most of the beers. He nudged the ornery shorter man on the shoulder, “Get the other drinks you wanted me to help you with, alright?”

Danny sighed fairly loudly through his teeth, chomping down on the inside of his own lip, before ushering himself back to the table. When he sat down his face grew concerned at how easily the mai tai was flowing from your glass less than a minute later.

The strong liquid was just a distraction, a consolation prize for you being pissed off. You took a heavy swig of the drink again, bordering on some non-assuming villain plotting and stewing as things went on. Soon Lynn joyfully got up to try some karaoke alone, unbothered at her failed attempt to get Steve to join her. She seemed genuinely nice, which made it all the more worse. There wasn’t even an excuse to dislike her.

“So, am I supposed to be leaving still or what?” Kamekona asked Danny, trying to be subtle but failing to be.

Your eyebrow arched, at the same time Steve’s raised. Danny had a mild aneurysm, mumbling, “What? No, no,” over and over.

“Nah, hoalohas, I think I’m still gonna leave.”

Danny jumped up and left the table, trying to reel back the shrimp truck magnate of the North Shore to save face. Now, it was only you and McGarrett… watching Lynn pick her song on stage to sing. Except, Steven’s eyes were somewhere else.

You heard his voice, undeviating, cutting through everything, “How’s the mai tai?,” his tone resembling when he egged Danny about something.

“Good.” You said curtly, still not looking at Steve.

He was surprised at your reaction, “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You immediately replied again, finishing off what was left in your glass.

McGarrett didn’t answer, taking a sip of his own beer.

“This your first date with her?” You nodded in the direction of Lynn, who was now starting to sing, pretty well too, some old song you knew but you couldn't remember the title of.

“Second.” Steve corrected, quickly shifting his gaze back to you again.

You barely held back the sharp laugh that escaped your lips, mocking the reality you stupidly never asked about or thought could exist, “Cool,” you deadpanned.

“Are you jealous?” McGarrett abruptly asked, a smug smile faintly forming on his lips.

You scoffed, trying to overtly paralyze the nerve he hit, and the pain that went with it, as you went back to your drink forgetting it was now empty, “Why are you even asking me that?”

“Why don’t you just answer the question?” You could hear the stubborn amusement in his pauses, like he found a hold of something and wouldn’t let it go unless he won.

“Why don’t you?” You pushed back, turning to face him, a milder form of rage rising in your throat.

The hot air froze between you, everything else echoing out and away from the epicenter of you two. Your pairs of eyes were deadlocked, their dimly lit hues burning bright into one another's, setting off a fuse and the dejected unanswered what ifs behind them. Fears were smoldering, alongside the tension and boldness. The aggravation quickly melted away on your end. The anger and fading tipsiness unable to hide all the sadness you gathered in the loss you had now learned. Steve’s own eyes suddenly softened at the afflictions he saw surfacing in yours. You and McGarrett were still this weakening standoff, oblivious to what was happening around you. A certain bystander, however, couldn’t completely disregard the sight of your stares boring into each other's souls as she returned.

“How’d I do?” Lynn asked out loud.

“Huh, what?” Steve asked, confused, re-remembering his surroundings.

“You weren’t watching were you?” She gently questioned, already knowing the truth.

Steve awkwardly shifted in his seat, “I was, you uh, were really good! That’s a great song to pick!”

“What song was it?”

You got up from your seat, murmuring about grabbing another drink, your face hot from secondhand embarrassment as Lynn reluctantly sat back down next to McGarrett. On the way to the bar you ran into Danny who had been observing the whole exchange, and was now currently on route to intervene, more anxiousness flooding his hand movements.

“Where-- where are you going, Y/N?” Danny asked as you passed him. He turned on his heel to catch up to you.

“Daniel, don’t.” You sternly warned, trying to find a space in the crowding line at the bar.

“Hold on, wait,” Danny pleaded, catching your arm, “Talk to me, babe, please.”

You stopped and looked at your friend’s sincere eyes, and fretting forehead lines. You knew you didn’t need another drink. The onslaught of emotions was messing with you. Everything was brewing inside your head, like a rainstorm off the coast during monsoon season. You didn’t want to get stuck in the flood. You sighed, letting Danny be the voice of reason and pull you away to the outside patio.

You felt the cool breeze flow through your hair, tonight’s air no longer sweet, your throat still slightly burning. You didn’t say anything, crossing your arms, as you selected words in your head to prepare for the argument that stated you were fine.

“I can tell this surprise guest was sort of a shock to you too.” Danny quietly commented, fingers fidgeting against the railing as he spoke, “You wanna talk about it? I mean not that there’s something to talk about, but--”

“Danny,” you interrupted him, defeated, “I know you only wanted everyone to have a good time. I appreciate that. I appreciate you care. I’m just being weird about it.”

“Someone else is being stupid about it,” Danny blurted out under his breath, the irked truth disappearing into his sigh. He shook his head to himself.

“Hey, what happened to you guys?” Steve’s voice finding where you were.

“So, are we gonna order dinner now?” Steve asked as he approached, gesturing back towards inside. His nonchalant demeanor, especially in this case, was grating to both you and Daniel.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t start gnawing on the table legs. We’ll be there in a second,” Danny said with another parentified hand wave. He turned and knowingly shrugged to you when Steve turned back around to leave. You nodded to Danny and he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, waiting for you to move first. After a deep breath, you gave in, and headed back inside, Danny following beside you.

“Wait, what happened to Lynn?” Danny asked, processing the shift, and his increased blood pressure again, certain some blood vessel going to burst at this point.

“She, uh,” McGarrett scratched his chin, “decided to head home early,” he gradually admitted, his hand awkwardly illustrating the direction of her exit, before he crossed his own arms, inhaling a loud sniff through his nose.

“You’re a complete idiot, you know that right?,” Danny retorted after a quick beat, reaching his limit of exasperation at human interactions and having overall concern.

“For what?” McGarrett innocently questioned.

“Everything,” Danny said and shook his head again, hands gripping the back of the empty chair in front of him for some form of strength. He leaned forward and took a breath.

His voice was calm as he focused back to you and Steve, “I’m tired and done with this. Thank God everyone didn’t show up tonight or already left. And you, you’re paying the bill,” he pointed to McGarrett, before giving you a brief side hug, “I need to get away from here. Maybe I’ll run out into traffic. I don’t know. Goodnight to you insufferable people.”

“Aww, come on Danny,” Steve called out as the man left, “There’s still appetizers!”

His arms fell to his sides, before turning back to face you. You, like Danny, were still in some mode of processing everything that happened, just in a less dramatic or vocal way than the detective. You eyed Steve in his dark shirt, and jeans, how the fiery orange indoor lighting made his eyes a deeper green and his skin an even warmer shade. The next words from his lips as distinct as the five o’clock shadow on his jawline,

“I’m sorry.”

His voice was soft as he spoke the sentence, yet it maintained its brutality of honesty. You waited for him to continue.

“And, it’s not like I’d tell Danny this, but he’s right. I am an idiot.”

“For what?” You mirrored his prior phrase, your own voice uncertain with the feelings you were still trying to tie down.

“Well for starters, tonight,” he paused, before adding, “And for not asking this sooner, would you like to have dinner with me?” His lips formed a cautious smile.

“Yes,” you replied, your lips unable to hide your own grin, before continuing, “What else?”

Steve chuckled as he pulled out a chair for you to sit down. You took a seat, then he sat next to you. His body was more relaxed, no longer concerned with any camouflage. You two ordered your dinner, but you weren't going to let it go that easily.

“I’m still waiting for an answer.” You noted, intrigued, propping your elbows atop the table to rest your chin. You tilted your head at Steve, as you waited for his response, confidently and earnestly looking at the commander without hesitation or pretense.

A dorky yet completely charming smile spread across Steve’s face, as he raised his eyebrows, thinking, the warrior man’s eyes glinting in a way you hadn’t seen all night.

“For not doing this a long time ago,” he said, before he swiftly ducked his head and gently pressed his lips to yours. An unanticipated dreamy haze hitting you like a wave, despite the simple kiss. The restaurant busyness and room noise drifted away. You slowly opened your eyes, McGarrett’s ardent and proud expression encircling you. Reality filling in for what a related idea’s gaping hole had left you with. You could care less who was even around. The previous mess inside your chest was gone. Damn that tenacity, it carried through everything.

#steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett #h50 #hawaii five-0 #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett fanfiction

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flanklurker · 2 years

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Agents comforting you after a break-up when they have a thing for you (Cypher, Omen, Skye, Sova)

As someone who needed this and decided to be super self-indulgent…

Agents comforting you after a break-up when they have a thing for you (Cypher, Omen, Skye, Sova), !gn reader

Cypher

· This man knows loss

· Like, really knows loss

· Not gonna lie, when you start Going Through It tm it brings back a lot of memories of his own grief, and so it’s a big time for both of you

· He’s the type that waits for it to come up organically, but when you’re alone together with a glass of whiskey in a local speakeasy, things start to spill out

· If you’re good at reading people, you’ll see the conflict in his eyes while you talk. It’s the kind of thing where he didn’t want to admit that he secretly hoped you’d become available, but god help him if he complicates things with a friend in need

· As a very secretive person, intimating your own struggles when he’s been through something similar is weirdly the best way to get him to open up

· As you model these feelings, it’s the safest he’s felt sharing his time with Nora in a long time

· There won’t be much physical contact during this, Cypher’s not about to take advantage of your vulnerability (a true gentlemen) so he’s at pains to be as platonically friendly as possible. But if your step catches on the way out, trust that he’ll be there to lean against as you make your way home

· If Brim sees this fraternizing as you walk back into the protocol common room, he makes an exception. He’s a stickler but he’s not heartless

· Inevitably this kind of thing brings you a lot closer to him, and if you were feeling any kind of aloofness from him before, it’s dramatically dispelled after your talk

· Expect that he’ll start to trust you more, and it’ll become clear that these heart to heart chats are good for both of you, to the point that Cypher will start to seek them (and you) out on a more and more regular basis

Omen

· Omen, preoccupied with his idea of being a monster, has purposefully distanced himself from a lot of human things

· This includes relationships

· It might be a little jarring when as soon as you mention you’ve broken up with someone, his very blunt response is ‘who cares, relationships are fundamentally floored and hell is other people. You’re a full person, surely that’s enough’

· Weirdly that snaps you out of that spiral of self-doubt and flagellation

· Don’t be afraid to challenge him on that and actually express that you’re hurt either. If you hold your ground, it gives him pause for thought

· ‘This is really eating you up, isn’t it’

· No shit sherlock

· Omen is perhaps perversely fascinated by human emotion- he’s been so caught up in his own existential angst that it’s actually refreshing to be around someone that’s so… human about things

· He will be morbidly curious about details, and tends to ask fairly bluntly

· But it’s a great catharsis to say everything that can be said, and definitely aids the healing process

· Omen would be very unlikely to initiate this, but if you’re bold enough to express that you need physical contact, you find out that he’s a great hugger

· Ignore that erratic pulsing in his chest, that’s just how he is all the time. Totally.

· If you’re lucky enough to start snuggling, be prepared to do this on a regular basis. This poor touch-starved man will relish any opportunity to be close to you—head in your lap, claws gently running through your hair, burying his head into your shoulder

· It’s a pretty quick and easy transition from platonic, inseparable friends to lovers tbh

Skye

· ‘Fuck mate, sorry to hear that ay. You can do better though.’

· Skye understands the importance of distraction, and so be prepared to be dragged along to various social events

· She’s a very physical person, so you’re now getting the full beam of her attention for morning runs. She’ll absolutely frame this as something for her, but in her mind at least she’s determined to get your mind off the stressor

· God you get so freakin fit

· Loves a campfire chat. The great thing about Skye is she’ll get a group together that’s ready to dig into their feelings, but also to end the night laughing like maniacs

· As the fire dies down and the hours tick over to early morning, it’s nice to just be in a space with people and feel like enough.

· Skye also doesn’t mind messy. Like if you need to just sob it out, she’s there. Like, hold your hair if you need to hurl, hold your drink if you need to fight, you name it

· Okay, the one thing I will say is Skye’s the type to playfully flirt with you to get your mind off things and gas you up. These are like, targeted, thoughtful compliments. She sees the work you put in (and watches you closer than you realise)

· This gets a little confusing because if she has a raging crush on you and you have a raging crush on her, she could be flirting with you for months before either of you work out the other is serious. I’m talking you frequently make out a bit drunkenly at the bar but you’re both like ‘just friends being pals teehee’

· Fucking get together already

· One day she realises this and sits you down for an honest conversation

· Congratulations you now have an eco-terror sports girlfriend.

Sova

· My measured friend. He’s like, very traditional about break-ups so he’s there with like, chocolates, fresh fruit and shit.

· He read on the internet that people cheer up if they watch a family movie and have a cosy night in. But he’s like, a little awkward and has managed to get a DVD?? From like a local classifieds?

· ‘Sova, we’re in a rural safehouse, where did you get this?’

· ‘I have my ways’

· This is all very amusing, especially when you realise that they no longer make computers with disc drives

· The sweetness of the gesture combined with the man’s absolutely misfortune puts you in a laughing fit, much to Sova’s confusion.

· Eventually he starts laughing along- he’s still confused but he’s glad you’re happy.

· He still somehow jerry-rigs a DVD player plugin and you get the movie going. People overlook the fact that Sova is a radianite tech-user- the man is good with his hands

· He’s very much a ‘you don’t have to talk about it, we can just chill and do whatever activity you like.’ That being said, his ears are yours, and so if you need to unload he’s absolutely there for you.

· He’s been carrying a flame for you for god knows how long, but Sova will be damned if any of that gets in the way of supporting you and just being the best friend he can be. No ulterior motive, he just wants to see you happy again- that’s the person he fell for

· If I had to tl;dr, Sova basically fulfills the role of boyfriend without ever asking reciprocation or hoping for everything. He’s not about to jeopardise your close friendship to make things weird

· But he is also very perceptive, and if he notices you blushing or encouraging his affections, he’ll pick his moment and ask you properly whether you’d like to be something more

· God he’s a good guy

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Devastated

Ivar the Boneless x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2794 words

Warnings: Reader cannot have children. It is covered in very little detail but content may be triggering to some. Read with caution darlings.

Summary: The reader finds out that she will never bear children, and knows that she must tell her husband, eventually.

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You were devastated.

In your entire life, you were sure that you’d never been given such bad news.

When you went to visit the Seer, the last thing you expected him to tell you about your future was that you would never be able to have children, and yet, that was just what had happened.

You begged the mighty one to reconsider, to tell you something different, but there was nothing to be done.

The reality was that you would never bear children of your own, not in all your life.

You couldn’t believe it.

Child rearing was incredibly important to you, and your people in general. You should have been able to bear strong, strapping sons to carry on their father’s name and daughters who could hold their own against any warrior.

It was your birthright as a woman, and a Princess of Kattegat, but the seer was very clear. There were no young ones in your future, at least, not any that you would carry on your own as your mother had with you.

It wasn’t going to happen.

By all accounts, you were heartbroken.

Since you were a young child, you had dreamed of becoming a mother to brave children who could bring just as much glory to Kattegat as you and all the others before you had. You owed it to the Gods, but evidently, they had a different plan.

You weren’t to be a mother.

You considered this, and everything else the seer had said as you walked down the path toward the great hall, your feet heavy beneath you. Perhaps, if you made enough offerings to Freya, something would change.

Though, you knew it would never work.

The seer had never been wrong, in all the years you’d lived. If he was ever going to be wrong, you doubted it would be over this in any case.

You couldn’t rightly ignore the facts.

Your body wasn’t fit to carry children, and if your womb couldn't support life, there was nothing you could have ever hoped to do to change that. The most you could do was accept what you knew to be true.

Which was much easier in theory than in practice.

Not only did you have to come to terms with this new reality, but you also had to share the unfortunate news with your husband, who would certainly not take it well.

Every man wanted sons, men whom they could be proud to leave their name to when they were finally called to Valhalla. The idea that you were taking that away from Ivar made you rethink everything.

Would he want to be married to you anymore when he found out? Your marriage was relatively new, and you couldn't blame him if this was something that he simply couldn’t overlook and even worse, what if he was angry?

Ivar wasn’t exactly a joy to be around when he was angry, and you fear what he may do if he blamed you for something like this.

Was it your fault?

Gods, maybe it was.

You weren’t aware that you couldn’t have children before this morning so it wasn’t as if you could have been expected to warn him before your marriage, but now that you knew, was it possible you had done something wrong.

It was really starting to feel as though you were being punished for something, but for what, you were unsure.

Surely you’d done something wrong. Why else would the Gods see fit to take your children away from you before you’d even had a chance to consider having them?

It felt like a cruel joke, one that you could never escape.

The more you thought about it, the more distracted you’d become, and before long, you found yourself entering the mouth of the great hall, where Ivar was already waiting for you.

Of course he was.

Your husband was kind to you, most of the time, when his temper didn’t have a handle on his emotions. You had never found yourself worried about speaking to him, or telling him anything before, but today was different.

Today, you found yourself more willing to go into the woods to fight a bear as Bjorn had done, rather than tell Ivar of the news you’d gotten from the seer on your visit this morning.

It was simply too much to put on one person.

“Well hello my wife, how are you?” Ivar hummed, letting his eyes fall on you in the doorway once he’d decided he was bored of watching Ubbe and Hvitserk try to best one another in an arm wrestle.

They had been going at it for the last hour or so, and it had gotten tedious shortly after that.

Hearing about what you had gotten into today seemed to interest him that much more, especially because you had taken it upon yourself to get out of bed and leave before he’d even opened his eyes.

You didn’t speak at first, instead opting to admire the man you loved in a silent contemplation of how he was feeling today.

If he was already in a sour mood, you weren’t going to dare bring something like this up.

Still, compared to how Ivar acted on his worst days, he seemed rather content today. If nothing else, he was bored, which you couldn’t really fault him for. His mother had more or less kept him here his entire life.

He didn’t voyage away from Kattegat and he never was one for frivolous activities to pass the time.

In any case, if there was ever going to be a good opportunity to have such a sensitive conversation with him, it was now. At least, you had a better chance of him staying calm, rather than getting angry.

“I’m just fine, Ivar, how are you?” you hummed, sitting down beside him as gingerly as you could without disturbing him, though you were more in your head than you’d ever been.

You knew that you should pay attention as he told you about what he’d gotten up to today, not missing the subtle comments he made about you leaving him to wake up on his own, but you couldn’t focus on anything more than the sinking in your gut.

Deep down, you knew that he would blame you.

That it was bad enough that you weren’t as fair or petite as his brother’s wives, and that his father had arranged your marriage, but now, you wouldn't even be able to bear his children for him.

You had been rather fortunate to avoid Ivar’s wrath before now, though you’d seen it pretty frequently, and you could feel that luck running out. You knew that this would upset him, that he would be angry.

You just weren’t sure what you could do about that.

It would be foolish to believe that you could keep this from him forever.

Eventually, he was bound to put the pieces together when you couldn’t get pregnant, and even if he didn’t, the seer was sure to mention it to him at some point.

You could only keep this from him for so long, and if he found out you knew this long before he did, he would punish you for sure.

So, as much as it made your stomach turn, you knew that you only really had one choice.

“What did you do today that was so important?” he questioned, all but snapping in your face to get your attention once he’d finished speaking, only to find you as far away as ever.

Clearly, your head was a million miles away, and while that normally would have frustrated Ivar, he found himself strangely concerned for your wellbeing. Usually, when he spoke, you hung on every word.

Today, it was as if he wasn’t even here.

“I went to visit the seer, about the strange way I’ve been feeling” you shrugged, hoping that wouldn’t bring on any other questions from him.

This was your chance.

All you had to do was tell him.

Though, when you raised your eyes to meet his, you found that same knot in your belly twisted up even more. There was no way that you could tell him, he would never understand.

Still, you knew that at some point, he was sure to pull it out of you. He always did, no matter what it was you tried to keep away.

“Well, what did he tell you?” came his second question, the one you’d been anticipating, and trying to avoid, this entire time.

You did your best not to let the heavy sigh building in your chest escape as you tried to figure out how to word what you had to say, your eyes falling on both Hvitserk and Ubbe across the room.

It was bad enough that you were about to tell Ivar the worst news you’d ever gotten, but now, you had to do it with them within earshot? It was perfect. The entire Ragnarsson clan could hate you at once.

Not that them being here was a completely bad thing.

At least with his brothers in the room, there was less of a chance that Ivar could get so angry with you.

Perhaps they would be a good buffer for you.

In any case, you knew that you had reached the end of your very minimal stalling. If you waited any longer, the more you were sure that Ivar’s peaceful mood and ticking patience would fade.

The longer you waited, the harder it would be.

“There is nothing outrightly wrong” you allowed, doing your best to make him feel better about that, at the very least. It wasn’t a lie, just as much as it wasn’t exactly the truth. You weren’t dying, or seriously ill.

You just weren’t as you thought you were this morning.

“Then why were you away for so long? Surely the seer was able to tell you something” he groaned, bothered that you had been away for so many hours without so much as a warning to him.

After all, you had been missing from his side since before he opened his eyes, something he had never really taken kindly to.

You nodded, sorry that your clear absence had upset him so much before you finally let that sigh fall from your lips.

“Yes, he did, but the news is rather difficult to accept,” you warned, forcing some words out when you found the truth unable to leave your tongue. With every second that passed, you could just feel his patience leaving him.

However, even with all the blatant stalling you were doing, Ivar remained as calm as he could.

It was clear to him that no matter what you said, there was something you were keeping from him. The only question Ivar really had was why?

In all the time that you had been married, he was always kind to you. He took care of you as any husband should and though his temper was a bit harsh at times, he was always careful to be fair and gentle when he spoke to you.

All in all, Ivar thought himself to be a good husband but perhaps he was wrong.

He couldn’t imagine anything that could be so bad that you were so timid to tell him.

“Y/N, what did the seer tell you?” he prompted, shocking you a bit with the use of your name. Ivar never used your name, not if he could help it, always instead opting for ‘wife’ or ‘darling’ if he really wanted something.

It was never Y/N with him.

“I cannot have children, Ivar. Not ever” you finally broke, desperately wishing that you hadn’t said anything to begin with.

You should have been able to do this, and you both knew it.

Still, once you’d finally built up the courage to look, the upset that you expected from Ivar wasn’t anywhere to be seen on his face.

Instead, he wore an expression that was almost confused.

That was what you were so afraid to tell him?

You had come in here after a day of absence, as closed off and cagey as he’d ever seen you in all the time that you’d known him and that was what it was about? He just couldn’t believe that was the thing that you hesitated to share.

Of all the things it could have been, he would have thought that among the first that you could talk with him about if need be.

Not that you could read all of that from his silence and pensive expression.

From where you were sitting, you were even further convinced that he was about to tell you that he couldn’t be married to someone that couldn’t give him children, and that you would be on your own once again.

News that you couldn’t have been more unwilling to hear.

While your marriage to Ivar had been his mother’s idea in the beginning, you had begun to really care for him in the time you’d been married. Separating from him was sure to break your heart.

No matter the circumstances.

“And you’re upset by that?” he hummed, after a few seconds of silence between the two of you, a casual question that seemed so out of place in such a serious, tense conversation.

It was so strange.

He truly seemed as if he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Though, you were talking to a man who had never truly been sure children were in his future to begin with. Not to mention the fact that even if he knew he was physically able, Ivar didn’t know how he felt about fathering offspring.

After all, if they had to live life anything like he did, he wasn’t sure it was worth it.

So, the idea that you couldn’t bear his children didn’t bother Ivar as much as you’d been expecting. Something that would have made you feel better, had you not been heartbroken over it.

You wanted to have children, all your life, so now knowing that you couldn’t, it felt as if something you’d never even had, had been stolen from you.

“Of course I’m upset, Ivar. Are you not?” you sighed, shocked at how this conversation had so drastically changed from what you’d been expecting. All this time, you thought your husband would be the most affected by this.

All the while, he remained almost entirely unphased by the news that you were barren.

It was almost insulting.

“Did you really expect to have children when we married, anyway?” he asked, his question giving you pause for a moment.

You supposed you’d never really thought about it before.

He had a point.

There was never any real guarantee that you were going to be a mother with him in any case, a fact that hadn’t even been important enough to cross your mind when you were getting married.

“I never thought much about it” you allowed, your eyes once again sinking to the floor as you thought about everything that had somehow changed, in the matter of a few hours.

It was hard not to feel as if your body had betrayed your trust, taking away something you had always thought to be promised.

You were upset, and rightfully so.

Ivar may not have ever considered himself a father, in any capacity, but that didn’t mean that your upset was any less real. He’d had his entire life to come to terms with this, whereas you’d only known for a day.

Of course it bothered you, and even if he didn’t really get why you were allowing something like this to get to you so much, he could recognize that you were hurting.

...and what kind of husband would he be if he left his grieving wife to her own devices.

“I understand that you are distressed by the seer’s news, but I promise you, it changes nothing between us” Ivar assured, his fingers brushing over the top of your hand as he held it between you.

It wasn’t the most comforting gesture outside of this moment, a simple hand holding as it were, but coming from Ivar, it made all the difference in the world.

As desperate as you were to change the state of your body, and as much as you wished it wasn’t the way it was, you knew that nothing could be done.

All you could do now was move on as best you could, and perhaps, sometime down the line, the gods may gift you with a child that you could care for.

Even if such a child wasn’t of Ivar’s and your own.

At least, until then, you had Ivar by your side.

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mosstliest · 3 years

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mcyt movie night headcanons!

(cc!) Dream , George , Sapnap , Technoblade , Wilbur , Eret , Fundy , Nihachu , Quackity , Karl

requested? yes / no

pronouns used : they / them

cw! light nsfw (Dream) , mentions of jumpscares (horror films)

Dream

he is a big fan of a good old netflix and chill session

something about the warm, dark living room only illuminated by the moving images on the screen, your silhouette barely visible under a blanket and whatever snack you’d found on his cupboard on your hands gets this man in a raunchy mood

he’ll pull you to his lap or slide next to you and start pecking at your neck

“But it’s just getting to the good part”

you stretch your neck to give him more room anyways

“Oh we’re about to get to the good part”

you chuckle and bite your lip to stifle a sigh as his lips begin to trace your jaw

the movie gets paused is what I’m saying

he refuses to buy any snacks from the candy shop whenever you do go to the cinema

“It is unnecessarily expensive!”

“You have twenty million fucking subscribers!”

“BUT FOUR DOLLARS?!”

he has the most creative ways of smuggling sweets

it started with a classic tote bag

it’s become sort of a game

once, he bought the most ridiculously bulgy jacket and wore it in scorching florida weather solely for the purpose of hiding crisps

he laughs easily at movies and his wheeze has made you get kicked out of a movie theatre at least once

will talk about his favourite parts of the movie for hours after it’s finished

will laugh whenever he thinks about the funniest parts for days

George

(sort of George with a film buff s/o)

he doesn’t talk during movies and actively dislikes people who do

will complain if he doesn’t like the film but only in quiet whispers and not if he suspects you are particularly enjoying it

you made him watch a Tarkovsky film one time

he swears he didn’t fall asleep

he did

but he tried his best <3

can’t choose the movie for the life of him so you always end up having to pick

every time you try and analyze color symbolism he’ll chime in

“I’m colorblind”

before you can finish

you bait him honestly

he likes listening to you talk about your favorite movies and all the films you want to show him

he’ll look up facts about your favourite directors and will make fun of your least favourite ones with you

makes a great snobby-tarantino-fan “you’ve not known real cinema until you’ve watched pulp fiction” impression that never fails to make you cackle

he is not a fan of horror films

you tried to make him watch one once

“I don’t really like horror movies but you said this one was good so- WHAT IS THAT?!”

turned it off immediately and you ended up watching the hobbit

Harry potter marathons are a must

he can imitate maggie smith’s accent to perfection

Sapnap

you watch anime together

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it

he doesn’t either

he’ll make you watch it

he has good taste though, so you end up enjoying it

cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap

movie playing on the tv, your head in his chest and his hand in your waist, blankets wrapped around you and the AC running just a little bit too cold = his absolute definition of happiness

you binge watch shows in one sitting and then get sad when they’re over

he always burns the goddamn popcorn

daily movie nights!

you order in and eat a late night dinner in bed

Your pick monday, wednesday, friday

his pick tuesday, thursday, saturday

a full on debate on sundays trying to figure out a good middle ground

Whenever the movie runs late and you end up falling asleep, he’ll turn the tv off and quietly pull the blankets over your body before kissing your forehead in the sweetest way imaginable

he yells at the screen

he loves watching horror movies but gets jumpscared easily

“Awww are you scared baby?”

“Shut up y/n I’m only holding you so you don’t get scared”

“I won’t :)”

“...I’m not letting go if that’s what you’re fucking thinking”

Technoblade

(take a shot every time popcorn is mentioned and pass out)

one of your first dates was actually a movie date

he turned and whispered in your ear whenever a clever wip popped in his head and his commentary was so funny you had to bury your face in your hands so your laughter didn’t disturb the other people in the theatre

he talks during movies, he can’t help it

"heh?!"

he doesn’t like cinema popcorn and will exclusively buy chocolate

you didn’t get it until the day he made you try his trademark-techno-popcorn and wow

“holy shit this is great!”

“I know”

he’s completely ruined popcorn for you

“please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat normal popcorn after this”

“wasn’t planning on it”

he is secretly into romcoms

you watch movies in bed, laptop propped in his legs and an obligatory bowl of popcorn in your arms

he plays with your hair for the whole time

you hate-watch bad movies all the time and your chests hurt from laughing by the end

he can easily memorize entire scenes and will repeat them to you in a totally monotone voice

It’s great

has never cried during a movie, is dreadfully proud of himself for it

sometimes he’ll get distracted and just stare at you, movie reduced to white noise in the background

“you’re so pretty”

Wilbur

makes dinner for you whenever you have a movie night

his snack game is kind of weak though, as much as I hate to say it

water and dark chocolate only

if you think he doesn’t insist on rewatching hamilton at least once every two months you are wrong

he is a goddamn hamilton kinnie and he likes the fucking songs okay?

constant change of cuddling positions

you made him sit through the entirety of the twilight saga “as a hate watch”

he now quotes it on a daily basis (never on stream, chat would eat him alive)

“Whaddaya mean team jacob? He’s a glorified furry!”

you watch a lot of documentaries

the way he concentrates on taking in every single bit of information is almost more entertaining than the actual film

he’ll tell you random facts he learnt watching the documentary and you’ll have to remind him that you watched it with him

you act out iconic romance scenes and he gets so into it

he can be anything from Jack Dawson to mr. Darcy and William Thacker and it gives you butterflies every time

you’ll stand up whenever characters are slow dancing and dance along with them

You’ve tried to watch shows together but you always end up forgetting or one of you will binge an entire season and

he’s insufferable when he doesn’t like a film but will refuse to change it

he criticizes the smallest details in a way that would make Anthony Lane look like an absolute sweetheart

you dance to the end credits theme

Fundy

(long distance!)

Netflix parties ALL THE TIME

+ discord calls / facetime

you coordinate snacks

sometimes you’ll switch whatever you’re watching to dutch for a second so he can make fun of the god awful translation

most times,you fall asleep together after the movie ends even if your time zones are far apart

you watch entire shows together, the longer the better

four or five episodes at a time

You both get super invested and will have heated discussions about whether rory should have ended up with logan or jess

whenever you talk about meeting up, watching a movie and actually cuddling comes up

he used to be kind of quiet during movies

he won’t shut up now, it’s fun, having his voice in your ears with whatever film you’re watching in the background makes it seem like he's in bed next to you

his voice would be easy to fall asleep to if he didn’t yell so often

he can guess the precise plot of every single horror movie

like word for word, scene for scene

he gets scared anyways

he sent you one of his hoodies once, after you begged for weeks

you wrap it around a plushie or pillow and cuddle it whenever you watch something together

“can’t believe a fucking sweater gets more action than me”

“oh shut up you big baby”

Eret

lots and lots of movie dates

he has excellent taste in films and shows so you let them choose most times

stacking up on cinema sweets and a huge bucket of popcorn when you go to a theatre

buying tons of crisps and candybars when you hang out at home

not the biggest cuddler in this specific setting

would much rather have her arm around your shoulder and your legs up on their lap

you watch award shows solely for the purpose of roasting the outfits

bed/couch absolutely crammed with plushies and pillows

you always make milkshakes together

not smoothies

not frappes

milkshakes

with syrup, whipped cream and a cherry on top

the night isn’t complete without them

you watch a lot of period films

“you’d look great in that”

“who are you pointing to again?”

“doesn’t matter, you’d look great in everything”

(you’ll get them to wear a corset if it’s the last thing you do)

he turns to kiss your cheek every fifteen minutes

Nihachu

you bake cookies before movie nights and decorate them specifically for the theme of the film

you did a horror marathon once

(it may have been a sneaky way to get her to hide in the crook of your neck but we don’t talk about that)

the plate of cookies flew out of her hands in minutes

she got so worried

“but you worked so hard on the decorations :(“

“it’s fine babe, we’ll just eat the plain ones”

she wrapped her arms around you and kissed your cheek so it was totally worth it

the decorations were kinda shit anyways

you watch a ton of coming of age movies and will listen to the soundtrack for days after

she’s so funny during movies

sometimes a character will do something stupid and her remark will be so absolutely stingy both your hands will fly to your mouths and you’ll stare at each other, eyes wide, before falling into a fit of giggles

simping over powerful women with Niki

you have a huge watchlist of gay films and high five everytime you cross one off

cuddling under a huge pile of blankets

switching sweaters

Zuko climbing unto the laptop and pausing the movie at the most inconvenient times

Quackity

he eats dry cereal during movies because he’s just chaotic like that

you sit on the floor with your backs to the couch and eat takeout and drugstore snacks

the amount of times you’ve watched the fucking bee movie

you like watching things in spanish

everything from crappy soap operas to almodovar films

he likes to translate things and can do it super quick so you never really need subtitles

you watch a lot of superhero movies and he has made you watch Adam Sandler’s entire filmography

the floor always ends up messy and cleaning up afterwards is almost as funny as the film itself

sitcoms!

lots and lots of sitcoms

Karl

pillow fort is obligatory

monster energy drinks and a huge variety of candy

microwave popcorn with too much butter

hot cocoa with too many marshmallows

you mostly watch cartoons and 2010’s nickelodeon shows

scream singing the iCarly theme song and hating on tori from victorious

getting really into the adventure time lore

tickle fights when the film gets boring

he takes recommendations from “indie film” tiktoks and you mock him for it endlessly

he has weirdly obscure knowledge on every show you watch

he has a big colección of dvds/videotapes so you get to watch some oldies

he falls asleep with his head in your lap or your shoulder

he gives you a sweater or hoodie to wear and lends you plaid pyjama pants

you quote movies on stream and have ton of private jokes

can you tell I got lazy at the end?

likes and reblogs are always appreciated and have a wonderful morning/day/afternoon/evening/night <3

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words-for-holland · 3 years

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Distractions

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N decide to work in the same room together. The problem...both of them get easily distracted and a whole lotta fluff comes with it.

A/N: Whoa its been awhile but here we are again! Thank you for 1,000+ followers it means the world! Surprises to come 😉

“Hello beautiful.” Tom greets Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. He quickly pecks her soft cheek as he places his laptop across from his lovely girlfriend, who was currently focused on her work.

She takes a second to look up, returning his smile with a soft one. “Hey, good looking. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Is it okay if I work here with you? I just want to be close to my girl.”Tom pouts.

Y/N’s heart could burst at the sight and reason he gave. An inaudible “aw” prolonging through her mind...until she quickly realized that there could be some complications with this as a slight frown starts to replace her dimpled smile. “Wait...are you sure?”, she asks. “Dont you have press interviews that require absolute silence? I doubt any of you will want to hear the constant typing in the background.”

“Yeah, your typing is horrendous with those lead heavy fingertips of yours.” Tom teases.

“Well these lead heavy fingertips aren’t leaving anytime soon, so youre probably better off working elsewhere.” She suggests, pointing off to the distance. Tom groans at the idea, using his one hand to put her finger down. He engulfs hers with his, lacing her fingers and holding on tightly.

“Noooo. Dont wanna be anywhere else. Please darling? ” He pouts once more.

She giggles at his plea, rolling her eyes. “Course you can, bubz.” Tom excitedly scoots his chair in as he rubs his hands together to prep for the work to come.

And work they did...for at least 10 minutes. Tom was getting antsy as he read through his next script. Occasionally his eyes would roll to the left, and observe Y/N as she continued to read through an article on her screen. Not that Tom didnt find his own work fun but he always found watching Y/N do her thing just a bit more interesting.

He hadn’t realized himself, but his body start to shift and lean more towards her. His arm extending to wrap her in, as it glided up and down in a steady motion. His thumb doodling hearts on her shoulder. Tom could tell it had an effect on Y/N, discreetly smirking to himself as he heard her audible shakey sigh.

He wanted to see what else could make her sigh like that, so instead of his thumb he used pointer and middle finger, running them up and down her shoulder. Tom could see the smile creeping on Y/N’s face and her little head shake. She knew what he was up to and yet, Y/N still wanted him to think that he was not gonna get her that easily. But God was it hard. Every touch felt like tiny fireworks against her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body with every touch. She to stay strong. No distractions.

Tom eyes perked up, at the action. He must go further, he thinks. Tom starts to trace his nose from her shoulder to her neck, leaving kisses at her jawline. “C’mon darling. Think its time for a break.”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns her head towards him as she smiles, leaving a quick kiss on Tom’s lips. “Its only been ten minutes.” She laughs. “Five if you want to count the distractions.”

He backs up, pretending to look appalled. “How dare you. I’ve been a good lad focusing on my script for the whole ten minutes.”

A playful glare formed on Y/N’s soft face which ultimately ended her up with a fit of giggles. She couldnt take him seriously, but then again she never did with anything. Tom has always said if they were kidnapped by a pair of robbers, her first reaction would be to laugh. As the laughter died down, Y/N paid her attention back to the screen which had been inactive during the playful banter and continued to type out those set of documents that she had been meaning to get to.

Tom on the other hand was still reading through his script, taking mental notes on how he was going to approach his character. This time he was completely engrossed in his work. His eyes moving left to right with every line he took in. Until...he felt something ticking his lower calves. Tom knew it was Y/N’s foot, by the way it brushed just as he had done with his hand on her shoulder. The movements never stopped, her legs now curling around his own. Y/N was trying to getting back at him, but one thing she always forgot was that Tom always wins.

Naturally he had to the same, and what once became a playful game of footsie, now ended up with Tom shifting Y/N to sit on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto her hips. Both of them connecting their soft lips, feeling every spark and essence of love. He looked up at Y/N with admiration, thinking how lucky he is to have her in his life. Yeah Covid sucked for the most part and limited their ability to even do anything exciting outside, but it gave them the opportunity to be with each other far more than they could have on a normal day. On a normal day, Tom would be jumping around country to country while Y/N would be home miles and miles away from him. Course, nothings changed with jumping from country to country, but Tom gets to bring Y/N with him now and thats all that mattered to them.

But work never stopped them from keeping busy. Just as their kisses were getting more heated, and their hands tangling each others hair both their alarms went off. The couple stopped their antics as they leaned their heads back, groaning in synchronization.

“Ughh. Thats my cue. I have to prep for an interview.” He mumbles as he nuzzles into Y/N’s neck.

“I know. I have to get ready for another business meeting. Whoo.” she speaks in a sarcastic manner, dropping her head.

“What time?” He asked pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Mm...3. Why?”

Tom plays with the strands of her soft hair. “Was wondering if you’ll stay with me through mine and Ill stay with you through yours.”

“As much fun as that would be. I dont think were allowed to —“

“Im not saying we have to be on camera for each others meeting. But if one of us will be off camera itll be all right.” He plans, still looking at his girl with pleading eyes. Y/N’s mouth twitches to the left, her eyes furrowed with suspicion.

“You’re doing it again.” Tom states, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Doing what?”

“You’re making that face again.”

Her expression quickly changes to confusion, not entirely sure of what Tom was noticing that she didnt about her own face. “What face?”, she asks.

“The one where you twitch your lips and make your eyes look angry. You only do it when youre indecisive about something. Its bloody adorable.”

Y/N snorts at his comment, and tries to get off to give him time to prepare, only to be stopped by his hands pushing her back down on his lap.

“I was serious about wanting to stay with my girl the whole day while doing work. Please?” He pleads again, this time bringing out the puppy face. “I’ll be good and do the dishes tonight.”

To be fair, Y/N knew she was always gonna say yes to Tom. Its pretty hard to deny her dorky boyfriend when hes asking so sweetly and just wants to spend the day together. More so, if the roles were switched, she would have done the same thing. “Go get changed movie star, before youre late for your interview.” She murmurs to him, kissing his cheek before she scrambles of his lap to sit across from him.

Tom whoops with victory as he runs out the room quickly changing into his shirt, fixing his hair, and adding glasses for that sophisticated touch. Sure he wanted to look his best for the Cherry Press, but he made sure his outfit was something Y/N would very much adore as well.

“How do I look?” Tom asked coming out of their shared bedroom.

Y/N looks up from her computer, and smiles widely. “Handsome as always.” She couldnt take her eyes off of him, admiring every detail of the clothing and how it perfectly complimented Tom’s feature. She eyed him from top to bottom, until she noticed something. “Uhh..honey....you’re not wearing any pants.” She asked a bit confused. Her eyes engrossed in the muscles of his thighs and the fit of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Tom smirks at her. “Its uncomfortable wearing pants. Besides no one will see...except you.” He teases, gently lifting her head up so that her eyes meets his. “Eyes up here love.”

“Youre something else.” She laughs, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Well...least we know who wears the pants in the relationship.”

Tom laughs loudly at her comment. He hooks the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants and snaps them back to further prove her point. “That was a good one. Ill give you that.” Tom and Y/N high five each other, and then it was press time.

Y/N kept quiet and tried her best to minimize the typing unless it was really needed. Seeing Tom talk about his work and dedication was something that she had always admired about him. He loved his job and everyone can see that. Occasionally they’d steal glances from each other, smiling and holding each others hand under table so that no one could see. But it was just one of those moments that Tom and Y/N couldnt help themselves too. Two hours passed and Tom was free.

“You did so well.” Y/N praised Tom and awarded him with a quick kiss. “I love it when you talk about your passion.”

“Thanks. I love that you were there with me to sit through it all.” He smiles. “I believe its your turn now. It’s almost 3.”

Y/N frowns, knowing shed have to dread through hers. Instead of getting to talk about her passions, itd all be about business, business, business. “Ugh. Do I have to?”she groans.

“Come on now. Dont be like that, you’re gonna be fine. Ill be here with you the whole time.” Tom reassures her with kisses all over her face.

“No distractions?” She asks.

“No distractions.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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prof-peach · 3 years

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if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!

Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if it’s published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So where’s the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, I’m all for it.

For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If you’re creating something, you’re in control, not me.

So, peach doesn’t actually fight people as much as you’d think. She’s very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesn’t ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, she’s all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.

Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, it’s familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She can’t ignore it.

Once you start to pry open her personality, you’ll find she’s a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, can’t dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.

With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts I’ve mentioned she’s only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? She’ll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, let’s see how you like not being listened to.

This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Don’t let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes don’t go unnoticed with this professor.

Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.

Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, it’s hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, she’s been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that you’ll pass out if you go one more step. She’s learnt to ignore it.

This means she’s a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.

She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.

Despite her many flaws, she’s fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, it’s staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesn’t stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.

You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, it’s just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.

The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa who’s pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isn’t keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.

You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.

Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, he’ll say it. Can’t help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.

He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big “meaner” looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.

His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.

His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.

His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.

Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, she’s great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. She’s not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.

She’s got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually she’s on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, she’s very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.

Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.

#if you dont want to use the refs #im really cool with it #just enjoy yourself buddy #pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks #prof.grey #pari #dotaku island #dotaku staff #PLEASE #just ask me if you dont know something #or feel i missed something in what i wrote

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