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[etoiile]

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

starring itoshi sae!

synopsis: sae really likes having you in his lap, but doesnt know how to ask.

notes: ugh hes so smush

for whatever reason, sae loved having you in his lap.

he couldn't really figure out what was just so wonderful about it. maybe it was that he could bury his face into your back or neck, maybe it was that he could hug you closer while also being on his phone, maybe it was that you were so so close and he could smell your perfume, maybe it was that he liked how all of your weight was on him for whatever reason, maybe it was that you were just so warm and cozy that he could fall asleep on the spot, maybe it was that he felt that he could protect you with you on him like this easier, but regardless of why, he just loved it.

it only took him one time of doing it to fall in love with it. sae was just sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone, when suddenly, you just plopped down onto his legs. you didnt say anything, you just... did it. it was small, but sae fell for you again that day, and he would continue to do so over and over again, everyday of the week, 24/7.

but back to the subject! you did it a couple times after that. one of the times, when he was gaming on his pc with a few friends, you simply crawled onto his lap all sleepy, straddled him, cuddled into his shoulder, and just... fell asleep? his heart was pounding so fast and he could feel his face burning up, but there was also something really relaxing about it. the way you just zonked out as soon as you got onto him was just so cute. he loved you. he really, really did. he gamed for another hour or so after that, before turning off his pc (carefully, as to not wake you) and falling asleep himself.

you'd only done it a very small handful of times, but it was easily one of his favorite positions with you. he wanted you to sit on his lap every single day, but as we all know, sae is not the best at expressing his feelings. so, he tried other, more subtle ways that would hopefully prompt you to do it yourself.

he would sit criss-cross applesauce or manspread in hopes that you'd just hop right on, but you never did. he would game with his chair a little further from the desk to make it easier for you to crawl on, but you never did. he'd sit down instead of lying down when he was on his phone in hopes that you'd come to sit on his lap, but you never did. it had been around a month since the last time you sat on his lap, (yes, of course he'd been keeping track. who do you think he is?) and he was growing desperate. what was this, mission impossible? he really, really wanted to hold you on his lap and just let time stand still, but alas, it didnt seem as though you were going to do it yourself. it would seem as though he would have to... ask for it himself. (he gulps at the thought) it really would be mission impossible now.

taking a deep breath, sae walked into the kitchen where you were sitting. you were lounging around in biker shorts and one of his hoodies, and you looked... so freaking cute. he just wanted to squish your cheeks and run his hands through your hair and - no! stay focused! just gotta ask. wait... how was he going to ask? was he just gonna ask for you to do it more? but what if you forgot? was he gonna ask for you to do it at that moment? but wait... you were sitting down and he wasn't. that wouldnt work! wait a minute... what if you didnt even like sitting on his lap and that was why you hadn't done it? he didnt want to make you uncomfortable! what was he gonna do?!

he pushed his thoughts out and left. he couldn't do it. he really couldn't. there was just too much at stake. and then what was he supposed to say, that he oddly really, really liked it when you sat on his lap? that sounded so weird! he couldn't do it. he collapsed on the couch, exhausted. at that moment, though, you walked in.

"hi, babe!" you said. "you wanna watch something?"

he smiled. "yeah."

you picked up the remote and stood in front of him, beginning to put on your favorite show. however, suddenly, you were pulled backwards.

"WAH! ...sae?"

sae had pulled you from the waist onto his lap and shyly nuzzled your neck. you were a bit confused, but didnt really mind.

hesitantly, he mumbled, "i really like having you on my lap like this. its nice."

you smiled. "alright. i'll keep it in mind."

you turned on the show that you two always watch together, and sighed contentedly as you leaned back into him, his arms around you tightening.

"i love you." you beamed happily.

"i love you too." he muttered back, snuggling into your shoulder. "i really, really, do."

he supposed it was mission possible, after all.

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[appocalipse]

kiss prompts

feel free to use any of these. ♥

"Kiss me." "What?"

"Of course I want to kiss you."

"What if I kissed you right now?"

"If you didn’t want things to change, you shouldn’t have kissed me."

"I really, really want to kiss you right now."

"Can I kiss you?"

"On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

"I never said I didn't want to kiss you."

"I think I deserve a kiss."

"I can't stop thinking about the last time we kissed."

"I've been waiting for this kiss since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"You kissed me! You kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"

"You kissed me, remember?"

"I'll give you a kiss if you can guess what I'm thinking right now."

"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay."

"Just one kiss, that's all I'm asking for."

"You can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss."

"Are you daring me to kiss you?"

"What's stopping us from just kissing right now?"

"I can't believe you kissed me like that."

"I can't stop thinking about that kiss."

"Don't look at me like that if you don't want me to kiss you."

"It's just a kiss, what's the big deal?"

"Let's make a deal, one kiss and I'll do whatever you want."

"You kissed me back, so don't act like it was all me."

"Do you still remember our first kiss?"

"Why do we keep pretending we don't want to kiss each other?"

"You're making it really hard for me not to kiss you right now."

"Let me show you what a real kiss feels like."

"If you kiss me, I promise I'll stop teasing you."

"No goodnight kiss for me?"

"If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."

"I think we need to talk about that kiss."

"Kiss me and then tell me you don't feel anything."

"You're jealous, just admit it, you want to be the one kissing me."

"Do you ever think about that drunken kiss we shared?"

"How can I focus on anything else when you're kissing me like that?"

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it when I say I want you to kiss me."

"Another kiss like that and I won't be held responsible for my actions."

"You say you don't love me, but you kissed me back like you did."

my masterlist | more prompts | buy me a coffee

[world-of-hearts]

Imagining Liesa and I walking around the gardens in Asgard while waiting for Odin and the others to get back to us about the next place our little ragtag group has to go to help stop the end of the worlds.

Liesa and Hel deciding to get up after not feeling me in between them anymore and smelling something from another part of the manor and hearing Loki's low murmurs.

They walk their way to the kitchen to find Loki without his signature yellow coat and green hair piece

Loki has his hair tied back and is making small, sly jokes about how "You are sweet enough already, you really don't need to make so many treats."

Hel rolls her eyes and floats her way into the kitchen with Liesa beside her as i turn around to plop a tray of strawberry cheesecake muffins onto the counter.

Hel sees the light pink in the muffins and her gaze softens because i remembered that she hates and has a borderline phobia of red things

Hel turns a bit pink in the cheeks as Liesa comes around the counter to place kisses on my cheeks before asking why I'm up and around

Loki would totally pipe up and make a sly comment about me coming out to have a romantic getaway with him

Liesa quirking a brow at him because "And you chose to have this 'romantic getaway' in the....kitchen?"

Hel makes a very sarcastic comment in her monotone voice about how Loki has never stepped foot in the kitchens before because he always had people to do it or always ate out before we all got together

Just.....time with my Valkyrie Connect f/o's

it will not let me put a :readmore: on my damn chromebook ffs

[heartsoji]

ahhh your tags on my fics🙈🙈🙈 makin me blush n shiiiiii

still a rinnie disliker but ur fic has me swaying juuuuust a tad

[baezdylan]

Amy's Wedding Dress brain rot....

Can't get a decent shot of the full dress but the flowers are falling from her chest to her feet (or being dragged up the dress)...falling petals are often seen as a symbol of life/death or a cycle of rebirth...the fact that there's a clear block of space in between them "a split in the skin of the world."...

also the flowers gathering at her feet reminded me of this detail of De Morgan's Cassandra portrait:

the roses in the painting...the roses dotted around the wedding reception.

and amy's white roses/flowers are a bit more reminiscent of De Morgan's Helen of Troy:

white roses growing at her feet, the flowers at the foot of the dress AND the white roses in Helen's hair:

white roses, amongst other things, symbolise silence and wistfulness purple symbolises love at first sight...the first face this face saw...

something about those pinning back the veil, bearing in mind they don't match the colour scheme at all, silence + a lack of prophecy (also back onto Cassandra, in Agamemnon she's completely silent until she begins to prophesy, her voice is only heard when she's doing that) -> love at first sight + foresight...

Helen's also depicted as wearing embroideries of waves in the painting (Amy Pond - River Song water symbolism link??):

Whereas Cassandra's hem is decorated with flames, either in reference to Apollo or the burning of Troy (11Amy sun/fire symbolism + the TARDIS burning):

ALSO (and this is getting a bit long), Helen and Cassandra as two-sides of the same coin: both are held in high-regard because of their beauty, (depending on the reading) both are shipped off to be brides (or concubine in some readings of Cassandra) of complete strangers and referred to a prizes in that regard:

Cassandra even compares herself to Helen: Agamemnon, that famous king of the Achaeans, will find in me a bride more fraught with woe to him than Helen (also, her twin brother is named Helenus)

Diverting back to Amy and the paintings: the similarities between Helen and Cassandra -> Aphrodite continuously pushing Helen back into a marriage to Paris, despite Helen being reluctant and wanting to go home -> the ending of the God Complex + 11 playing "matchmaker" with Amy and Rory in AotD...

*face in hands* I have normal feelings about this ask.

Thinking about the duality of Helen, duality of Cassandra, thinking about the Iliad... Cassandra The Fairest Of Priam's Daughters Cassandra and Helen who, when referenced, happens to be perceived negatively... but both of them being somewhat or mostly haunted by passivity in this version of the narrative. (regarded as prizes -> Amy's options continuously being reduced to choosing between Dr and Rory instead of focusing on her aspirations) Cassandra's edited timeline gives more room to Helen's questioning (even though their appearances in the Iliad aren't frequent to say the least), Aeschylus' Helen is more of a phantom than a person (evoked by memory *cough* *cough* Amy) meanwhile Cassandra gets to keep her prophetic voice. Hmmm thinking about Helen and Cassandra as (shaky) metaphors for Amy's conflicting traits, sacrifice of one for the sake of the other (suffering is better than passivity as Amy's principal belief), cursed beauty, unavoidable conditions meet unavoidable outcomes. Helen will always be remembered as the instigator of the Trojan War and Cassandra isn't likely to be the first name to cross somebody's mind at the mention of these events, but at least they will be crowned beautiful without exception, no matter the circumstances :/

Amy's wedding dress is a character, okay? (Amy's wedding dress is like Helen in Agamemnon) In a way, Amy's wedding dress has its own cycle of waiting, being abandoned in The Eleventh Hour and returned to in Flesh & Stone, but still stuck in that same exact moment, the moment marking its abandonment, the moment it can't get out of. (the dress 🤝 the TARDIS 🤝 Amy -> being non-narrative) I mentioned before how the door to Amy's house resembles the TARDIS and the flowers/nature enveloping her house resemble the flowers on her wedding dress:

Well, the TARDIS door and the flower details function as a set up for Amy remembering the Dr, little time glitches opposing the crack in the wall. The door = drawing-like version of the TARDIS, a memory, an echo. The artificial flowers (loving the ghostly effect of artificial details and the echo TARDIS door here, there's something there especially if you consider Amy's Time of the Doctor appearance to be her last one or Twelve's "Amy and Rory! It was Amy and Rory!" in Hell Bent. Amy runs away with the Dr in 5x01, but she doesn't leave the house, can't ever leave the house. Not entirely. Just like she can't stop haunting the narrative as we saw with Twelve. Twelve love letter to and a ghost of Amy <3333) = invocation of the garden in an otherwise eerie setting/presence that is Amy's house and the one thing that brings marital themes somewhat closer to Amy. (the flowers are gathered at Amy's heart -> a save place is a prison, gardens are Amy's safe place) The link you made between the dress and the split in the skin of the world is EVERYTHING to me because YES! THAT'S IT! The dress, like Amy, gets to mess with time and become the narrative (and is given the space to do so precisely when time is still healing, when time has been cracked and burned and reshaped -> TWORS role reversal is allowed to happen only because there's an error in time, Dr saying "Space and time isn't safe yet..... Something drew the TARDIS to this particular date and blew it up. Why?" in the final minutes of 5x13) This shot:

is particularly interesting to me because: 1) Amy's nightgown is white, making her blend in with the dress 2) it's daylight, unlike all the other times we see the dress 3) the dress is finally seen from a different angle and has been removed from her fixed point. Another counterattack crack in time culminating in Amy remembering the Dr. Also the flowers gradually disappearing and appearing again -> Dr remaining a part of Amy's world in spite of being erased from it, time injures are relative from Amy's pov, to her they are fixed points, preconditions for her existence, she is always brought back to the same moment, she is always back in her garden, waiting. Which is why the purple flowers pinning back the veil intrigue me... the wedding dress is a phantom and a precondition, 11 still planned this even though I hate giving him credit, but it's in the text... Amy's big moment is a prophecy come true, but the purple flowers are, among other things, indicative of Amy being the concertmaster to a predestined conductor, given how they don't compliment the colour scheme at all, like you pointed out. The Big Bang is sooo fun and cool because there's also the positioning of the characters, another role reversal as seen here (Amy is the narrative, she can't rewrite the story when she's familiar with every plot point, but she can have this :"):

And I think this is an interesting progression as well (the door behind her!!):

Linking one of our previous discussions because we, like Amy, somehow always end up in the garden eventually. (I feel like this one is always relevant hihi)

also this post is a mandatory mention here

[amnesique]

masterlist

❤️‍🔥 — smut, 💌 — fluff, 🥀 — angst

(some of them are from my old acc)

TSITP

☆ conrad fisher:

emails i can't send — 🥀, 💌

all too well — 🥀, 💌

i'm right here — 🥀, 💌

you found me — 💌

what'll you give me if i do? — ❤️‍🔥, 💌

can't fight this feeling — 🥀, 💌

efflorescence — 💌

false god — ❤️‍🔥, 💌

☆ steven conklin:

...

OBX

☆ jj maybank:

right where you left me, part 1 — 🥀

right where you left me, part 2 — 🥀, 💌

if i killed someone for you — 🥀

CULPA MIA

☆ nicholas 'nick' leister:

bad liar — ❤️‍🔥

stupidly in love — 💌

oh, mami — ❤️‍🔥

i'll always love you — 💌

hate it and love it at the same time — 🥀

F1

the way i am — 🥀, ❤️‍🔥, 💌

☆ charles leclerc:

WEDNESDAY

☆ lando norris:

☆ tyler galpin:

escapism. — ❤️‍🔥

jealous, jealous, jealous boy — 🥀

do i wanna know? — 🥀, ❤️‍🔥

bonus

(i won't write for them anymore)

☆ amy march & laurie laurence (little women):

she's not you — 🥀

☆ lucy carlyle & anthony lockwood (lockwood & co):

i didn't know — 💌

[weshallc]

HAPPY 75th BIRTHDAY NHS

Call the Midwife Special AU FIC

HAPPYBIRTHDAY @ilovemushystuff I know you aren't 75! but I hope you enjoy this. Like the NHS you are so loved, appreciated, valued and vital to this community. But in a much better state than the NHS. ❤💌🎈🎁🎂

Thank you @fourteen-teacups for being the most patient person in the world. It felt like 75years since we started writing this. 🥰@roguesnitch yes you can adopt a donkey.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to TV presenters living or dead are completely coincidental. Absoloutley. 😬

July 5th 2023, Aylward Care Home, Poplar.

“Come on Jack, do you want to have a wee sit in the garden? It's a lovely morning. Let’s fetch your cardi.” 

The tall man is stooped, no longer able to carry his previous imposing six foot stature. Bent by age and years of working his failing muscles and bones are always tired. He turns his head to look at the young fresh faced girl at his side. He likes this one. They are all nice, pleasant, some a little kinder than others. But they are busy, they have mouths to feed, medicines to dispense and bums to wash. This one she seems to have more time than others. Maybe it is because she has the gift of youth. She has time to play with. Jack’s time is running out. Time has started to tease him. Started to play cruel games. Time does not play fair. Time plays by its own rules.

A loud noise alerts Jack and he clings to the girl. She doesn't panic but steadies her friend. For a split second he is back in Derry, but only for a second.

“It’s only the telly Jack. In the day room, don’t worry. Someone’s put the sound up.”

An older woman appears in the corridor, older, but not as old as Jack. He thinks she has a  beautiful smile and a hint of a foreign accent. This one always makes him laugh. He asked her where she was from once and she said Hackney and then she roared with laughter. Jack laughed too; he didn't know why, it just feels good to laugh. But he never asked again.

“Who’s in the day room?”

“I’m not sure, I thought there was just one lady, but it can’t be. You take our Jack the Lad, here, into the garden while I go check it out, Amy.”

Amy. That's her name, sweet Amy. They wear name badges but the writing is too small.

“Thanks Flora.”

Ah yes, Flirty Flora. Now he remembers.

Amy returns to the day room, the telly is still too loud for her own comfort, but bearable. Flora is fiddling with the hearing aids in the ears of the only other occupant. She is being brushed away. Flora doesn't notice or if she does it doesn’t bother her,

“You want to hear, don't you? I’m too big to be a fly, you know. Can’t swat me away so easily.”

Amy smiles and sees what she thinks is a hint of what might be one in the resident resisting Flora’s ministrations.

“Who turned the sound up?” Amy asks as she looks around the otherwise empty room.

“No idea, I don’t think, my lady here, could reach the remote or figure out which button to press. It took me five minutes to guess how to turn it down again."

“Maybe Dangerous Dave is playing pranks again.”

“That’s what I thought but his daughter has taken him out today. It's Wednesday. If you ask me, that TV set is spooked. It’s always doing it.”

Flora completed her challenge of securing and tuning in the hearing aids, She gently takes hold of the arm that was flying into her face and asks if all is now comfortable and clear. She receives a slight nod in response, perceivable only because Flora knows what to look out for.

“Is this the right channel?” asks Amy.

“Yes, It’s 9 o'clock time for Lorraine.”

“I hope it isn’t that footballer’s missus again, right annoying she is.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“What give up this life of luxury for some sweaty millionaire, as if? The residents would miss me. You’d miss me.”

Flora smiles at Amy's protestations and thinks she may have detected another slight nod elsewhere.

A squeaky non descriptive tune pours out of the television and the screen is a vibrant mix of pink and white.

Three people sigh as Lorraine appears before them on screen.

Lorraine, a jolly looking white woman with dark shoulder length hair, who looks to be in her late fifties, fills the screen. She begins to talk to the camera. A Scottish lilt in her voice.

 “Good Morning everyone, how are you today? I hope you are all well. And if you are feeling well this morning, it might be in part to do with the focus of our show. That’s right we moved out of our cosy wee West London studio to venture east into Tower Hamlets.”

It becomes clear Lorraine is standing in front of an old building probably dated back to the late 1800s.

“The reason we find ourselves in Poplar this morning is to celebrate the 75th anniversary of the birth of the National Health Service. And what better way to do that, than in the Patrick Turner Health Hub that has provided primary care predating the formation of the NHS. In all that time it has been the working home of one family.”

The camera now pans out to reveal a Victorian building that has been extended and modernised over the centuries. Some additions are more historically sympathetic than others. Lorraine continues.

“There has been a Turner working here since the end of the Second World War. Including our very own medical expert and friend of the show, Dr Teddy Turner.”

A man of similar age to the presenter pops into view. He is tall, but doesn’t overshadow our host. His hair is dark but the light grey that highlights his unruly tresses may once have been blonde. He is smartly dressed in a dark tailored three piece suit, pink shirt and tie haphazardly adorned in medical equipment such as thermometers, stethoscopes and those things for looking in your eyes and ear.

 “Good Morning, Dr Turner.” 

“Good morning, Lorraine and welcome to Poplar.”

They chat in the tone of two old friends surprised to have bumped into each other at the doctor’s that morning.

“Well, it’s lovely to be here and the staff have made us very welcome. I’m sure the last thing they wanted on a busy Wednesday morning is a TV crew to contend with, but they've been really lovely.” 

“I think like everybody else involved in patient care we are only too glad to have the opportunity to celebrate 75 years of the National Health Service. And share a little bit of our part in that incredible history.”

“Well, shall we do just that very thing? After the break we will be venturing inside the Patrick Turner Health Hub. Where we will be meeting more Turners talking about the last 75 years of working within the NHS. We’ll be looking at some of the most significant changes over that time, with a family that has always been at the cutting edge, if you will please pardon my pun.”

Those who went to brew a cup of YorkshireTea during the intermission miss the NHS75 anniversary retro adverts for Radio Rentals, pink wafers and playtex girdles.

“Welcome back. As you can see we’ve moved into a sort of conference room. Is that right, Dr Teddy?”

“Yes, it's where we hold training days for our staff and the wider district. We also run information sessions for newly diagnosed diabetics, dementia support, mental health, stopping smoking, drug and alcohol advice. And of course women’s health, which here at Patrick Turner’s we specialise in.”

“Well, we are going to come on to that, but I see over here some lovely people. I would like you very much to introduce us to.”

The camera moves towards a group of people sat around a functional table with mugs in front of them of various sizes and designs.

“This is my big sister, Angela. She was a full time GP here for over thirty years and now runs a lot of our education programmes and Well Woman clinics. Her daughter Jools has taken over her mantle and also her office and is currently one of our full time GPs.”

A slim blonde woman who appears to be in her late 50s or early 60s becomes the camera operator's focus. Her hair is tied back from her face, which is thin and angular, but her blue eyes have a gleam and her lips are failing to hide a smirk. She carefully clutches a blue mug and seems to be holding it quite tensely at a deliberate angle. A few letters are revealed between her fingers UK, THE, IES.

“So she’s your niece. We might be able to catch a word with Dr Jools later, but she’s busy seeing patients right now. Is that right, Dr Teddy?”

“Yes, she is my niece. No-one does nepotism quite like the Turners.”

“Moving on.” Lorraine is starting to sound as if she is wondering who is running this show? “And who is this distinguished looking gentleman next to your lovely sister?”

“This gentleman also celebrates his 75th birthday this year. He's actually slightly older than the NHS. This is Sir Timothy Turner, Lorraine. Or as I refer to him Lord Buggerlugs.”

“That seems very unkind, but having a sibling myself it's relatable. I must also apologise to anyone offended by any inappropriate use of language so early in the morning. Regular viewers will know this is to be expected when Dr Teddy is my special guest.”

“I’m seeing a disapproving glance from the lady next to Sir Timothy and the main reason we are here today. Dr Teddy’s, Sir Timothy’s and Dr Angela’s mum is also here. Dr Teddy, please introduce us to this remarkable lady.”

“Lorraine and viewers this is Sister Shelagh Turner, my, sorry, our mum. She came to Poplar in July 1948. It was the inception of the National Health Service. She arrived as a nurse and newly qualified midwife to work on the district with the nuns at Nonnatus House.” 

“I wonder if I could ask Sir Timothy to explain a wee bit of the history of Nonnatus House and its relevance in the East End of London.”

The camera focuses on a tall gentleman looking a good ten years older than his siblings. (They definitely appear to have been a good ten years). He is also dressed as smartly as his younger brother, but minus the novelty tie. Anyone who studied medicine in Edinburgh would recognise this tie’s pattern. He clears his throat and looks directly into the camera.

“Only if you cease referring to me as Sir Timothy. I accepted my knighthood from the late Queen in recognition of my rewarding career as a GP and as an advocate of the NHS and Public Health. I am now retired from medicine. I do continue to campaign for justice for those who through negligence contracted Hepatitis C and the HIV virus as a result of blood transfusions. Compensation has still not been fully distributed and no UK public body has ever admitted responsibility. Therefore, my job is not yet done. So therefore, I’m just Tim.”

“That’s so well said, Sir Tim. And that seems to be a thread that runs through the Turner family. Generation after generation. Your father, the late Dr Patrick Turner who this medical practice is named in memory of, was an early advocate for the families affected by Thalidomide. As you have so rightly reminded us, you have spoken up for all those affected by the 20th century Factor 8 scandal. Your sister, Dr Angela Turner is a voice many will be familiar with on Women’s Hour on Radio 4 sharing her wealth of knowledge on the menopause and postnatal trauma. And of course our own Dr Teddy brought clarity and evidence based truths to our viewers during the recent Covid pandemic.”

For the first time they all look less assured, even Dr Teddy is lost for words. He and Angela both look towards their older brother.

“We’ve all been inspired by our parents. Dad was a great believer in medicine's ability to heal after witnessing the return of the injured as a child in Liverpool from 1914. He was able to compare those times to the wider use of antibiotics which he witnessed as an army medic during WWII. As a GP working through the 60s he saw, thanks to vaccination, the demise of TB and Polio both of which had previously left their scars on our family. The Thalidomide scandal was a heavy blow to recover from, for a GP who only wanted to prevent and ease suffering. Fortunately he  married Shelagh, who loved and believed in him completely." He nods towards the lady sat next to him.

"Through her religious background she understood the way ahead isn’t always clear or certain, She always used to quote St. Julian of Norwich to us as children, ‘He did not say you would not be assailed, you will not be laboured, you will not be disquieted, but he did say you will not be overcome.’ My father was not a religious man, but I believe he drew strength through my mothers steadfast faith in God, and even more so from her faith in him.”

“Thank you Sir...Tim. Well, I think that’s given us all a lot to think about as we go to another wee break.” 

Viewers who want to adopt a donkey are infuriated by adverts for Babysham, tinned spam and a Tiny Tears doll. 

 “Welcome back to Lorraine in Poplar.”    

“So here I am, sitting next to the mother of these fine boys and the gorgeous Dr Angela, Sister Shelagh Turner.”

 “Greetings”

A small woman with steel grey hair pulled into a tidy bun sits between Tim and Angela. She wears a tailored navy jacket with a delicate gold pearl and ruby brooch on the lapel. She holds her mug less furtively than her daughter and viewers can clearly read the words If In Doubt Just Ask Mum.

“From what I’ve been told by your son you qualified as a midwife in 1948.”

 “I did.”

“Dr Teddy, your mother is Scottish!” Lorraine cries in surprise, because obviously she hadn’t introduced herself to her guest before the show. “I can see we are going to get along quite famously. Can you tell me the changes you have seen over the last 75 years?”

“Oh my dear, you may have to cancel one of those shows that follows this one, about relocating abroad or selling something you found in an attic, for me to tell my story.”

Viewers are frantically trying to work out how old Shelagh Turner is as this indomitable lady cooly answers every question. She brings a sense of calm to the temporary studio, in a building she has been familiar with most of her life. If at that moment anyone asked Alexa or Siri to show them the meaning of professional they would instantly produce a picture of Shelagh Turner. 

“My mother died when I was young. I nursed her through her affliction, as I would my father too. I didn’t want to be a greengrocer, like my family before me. All I had ever done since being a small child was nurse. I knew no other life. So after my father died at the end of the war I headed to London. They were crying out for nurses and that is who I am.”

“The greatest change I’ve seen besides the obvious advances in technology, is the reliance on single use plastic. Nothing was disposable in my day, including syringes and enema tubes. Everything had to be autoclaved and reused. But technology has to be the most significant advancement in the day-to-day practice of nursing care. We didn't have machines to do the work for us. If someone was receiving blood or intravenous fluids, through a drip you understand, we had to calculate the drip-rate in our heads or on paper. Then we had to count the drips in the reservoir every 15 minutes to ensure it wasn’t going too fast or too slow. There weren't any machines beeping to alert us to problems.”

Angela, who had been quiet up until this point,just watching the whole shebang with the same amusement of someone not at the top table observing a bridesmaid with a nosebleed, chose this moment to interject.

“I think a lot of current nurses would be happy to get rid of those infernal bleeps.”

“I’m sure you are right, dearest. When I first qualified, the only machinery I was familiar with was the iron lung used to treat Polio patients..."

Below the lens two hands brush against each other.

“I remember it well.....” He says.

“Too true, dearest. It may now be antiquated and look barbaric but we were glad of it during the Christmas of 1958.”

“Did you have Polio as a child, S...Tim?” 

“I did, Lorraine. As Mum said, I ended up in hospital over Christmas when I was ten-years-old. My parents had to cancel their wedding.”

“Oh no! Deary me.”

The presenter appears to be lost for words. This part was obviously not rehearsed. Guest co-presenter Dr Teddy is of no help as he has the countenance of the youngest child, who is always in bother, becoming aware that his big brother is finally going to get it.

“I suppose that wouldn’t be considered very shocking or unusual these days. But just for the sake of propriety, Timothy’s father, Patrick, was a widower. Timothy sadly lost his mother to cancer a couple of years earlier. Another dreadful disease we have made great strides in treating in the last 75 years.”

“You and Dr Turner worked with the Nonnatus nuns, I'm led to believe. They may not be known to our wider audience, but are still very much remembered with affection and gratitude in Poplar, am I right?”

“I hope so, I would like to believe so. The Order of St Raymond Nonnatus trained as nurses and midwives in Euston, arriving in Poplar in 1899. Once the NHS formed, the nuns worked alongside state trained nurses and pupil midwives, most of whom lived in the convent originally based in Leyland Street. They moved to Wick Street in 1959, where they stayed until the late 70s. The Turner practice was always closely linked to Nonnatus. Patrick, my husband, unusually for the time, had a special interest in women’s health. It wasn’t like today, women were just expected ‘to shut up and put up’ as Sister Evangelina used to say. She was a rather bold nun who was always a little ahead of her time and not afraid of telling it like it is, or was.” 

Shelagh pauses for a moment as if she is recalling something she chooses not to share. Angela, sensing her mother’s brief loss in concentration, picks up the thread.

“There were more home births in those days. Mum and Dad ran what we would now call a mother and baby unit, but they were known as maternity homes. We are actually sitting in what was once a four bedded ward. The rest of the rooms were divided up to house our phlebotomy service and provide extra clinic space. One of the labour rooms we still use for minor surgery. Most health centres provide a particular service these days so there isn’t a doubling up of specialities. Patients will know they may be sent to a different centre than their own GPs surgery for let’s say, diabetic advice, heart monitoring, eye checks and podiatry. At Patrick Turner’s Health Hub we have continued my parents’ work. Focusing primarily on women’s health, neonatal care and respiratory conditions, something my parents as ex-smokers were very keen to learn more about and educate their patients.” 

“Sister Shelagh, you were a smoker? I am shocked to hear this.” Lorraine looks horrified, she appears so wholesome.

“Oh, everyone smoked during the war years and into the 60s. It was even thought to be good for you at one time, or so the tobacco companies wanted us to believe.”

Dr Teddy suddenly realises he hasn’t spoken in over ten minutes and is getting paid for this.

“You didn’t smoke when you were a nun though, did you Mum? I blame Dad, he was a bad influence. Tim told me he remembers him smoking in clinic." Before his mother's glare alone ruins his blossoming media career, Lorraine interupts.

“A nun!? You were one of the sisters, Shelagh?”

“Yes, I was, when I first arrived at Nonnatus in 1948, but not when I left in 1958. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Lorraine is looking at all Shelagh's children seated around her. “Your children are giving all your secrets away today, Shelagh. I think Dr Teddy might end up on the naughty step when he gets home.”

“It was a long time ago and I learned everything I know working with the Order, especially from my dearest friend, Sister Julienne. But the last sixty years have been the happiest and most fulfilling of my life. And the majority of  them have been spent working within and for the NHS. And that’s why I’m here with you today.”

“Nice deflection back to our main topic today, Shelagh. Are you after my job? The producer in my ear has just asked me to not let you leave before I book you in for another show... on your own without your lovely family. Oh! I see.. before the Daily Mail gets to you first for your story, he‘s added. Don’t think that will be happening anytime soon, looking at the expression on Shelagh’s face.”

“We are off for another break now, viewers.”

Viewers wanting to take out an over 55s life insurance policy securing themselves a free pen are now on the phone to the TV regulator Ofcom in protest to advertisements for Brylcreem, old Spice and the Dandy and Beano.

“Welcome back. So, we are going to end today’s NHS75 special with a lovely gift for the Turner family. It’s the least we can do after all this family has done for us over the last 75 years. This is a complete surprise for the Turners. Not all of the Turner children are here today. Tim, Anglela and Teddy’s sister, May, is also in the family firm. She chose to follow in her mother’s footsteps. No! She is not a nun. But the Chief Nursing Officer in a hospital based in Hong Kong. When did you last see May, Shelagh?”

“Oh, it was before Covid, she was due to come home Christmas 2020 and couldn’t and she's been so busy she hasn’t been able to reschedule. She’s so dedicated.”

“Wonder where she gets that from?” Tim and Ted say in unison.

“I don’t like flying now at my age. Angela went out there last year, didn’t you, dear? They’ve always been very close.”

“Look up at the big screen on the wall, Shelagh.You won’t see a video about vaccination or what to do if you are having a stroke. But, who is this?”

The numbers for the surgery disappear from the screen and are replaced by the bright smile of a Chinese woman wearing a white silk blouse, giggling and shouting “now” repeatedly.

“Hello Mum, Hello Fam! How are you all? And how is dear old Poplar?”

The East London room is full of forcefully expired air and cries of “May”.

“I'm going to leave you all to chat privately, in a moment. But can I just ask, May? You grew up in Poplar, do you have good memories?”

“Oh, yes. I came from Hong Kong in 1963 and couldn’t speak a word of English. Patrick and Shelagh fostered me and eventually my birth mum gave permission for them to adopt me. Mother Mildred brought me and some other children, who were orphaned or estranged from their parents, to start new lives. But I remember Poplar with so much love; the sisters, Fred, Vi and Reggie who ran the corner shop. Darling Aunt Trixie and Jonty, my friend Colette and her mother, Nancy. Then there was Pastor Robinson. Too many to name.. Nurse Crane and Miss Higgins mustn't forget them. And lots of girls called Alison. I actually thought all English girls were called Alison for a while. I even thought about changing my name to Alison. Everyone was so welcoming and helped me feel right at home. It was just a shame about Teddy really.”

“Oh! That Turner sense of humour. I see it is intact over the miles. Angela is nodding her head in agreement with your remarks about your younger brother. I need to maybe have a few minutes chat with her in the Green Room after the show. You returned to Hong Kong, May, as a nurse. Can you tell us a wee bit about that?”

“Of course. As much as London will always be my home. I wanted to give something back to my place of birth. The reason Mother Mildred brought me to England was because there wasn’t provision for someone in my situation over here in the 1960s. I wanted to return and see what changes had been made and if I could contribute in any way. It also gave me a chance to meet my Chinese mother again and thank her for giving me the opportunities I had because of her sacrifices.”

“Did you get to spend much time with her, May?”

“Yes, I did. She passed away a few years ago. I got a chance to say goodbye and to be with her at the end of her life as she was at the beginning of mine.”

“That’s lovely May. I’m going to let you catch up with your family now. I’m sure your mum has a lot of questions for you to answer. Probably starting with when are you coming home? Thank you, May Turner.”

“And thank you to all my guests on this NHS 75th anniversary special. Thanks to all the Turners: Shelagh, Tim, Angela, May and our own Dr Teddy. I will be back tomorrow with more inane guests to chat with. Won’t be anywhere near as much fun as this, I promise you.”

The camera focuses on Dr Teddy Turner who is rubbing his right forefinger against his thumb.

"We will leave you with the words of the Health Secretary in 1948, Mr Nye Bevan."

"No society can call itself civilised if a sick person is denied medical aid because of lack of means."

As the credits roll the camera moves to on an outside wall. It focuses a well polished brass plaque on which three lines are written.

KENILWORTH ROW MATERNITY HOME AND SURGERY DR. P. TURNER

"Here, here!" Is followed by cheers and clapping.

“Well that was the best episode of Lorraine I've ever skived off to, with a cuppa, in all my working days.”

“Flora, we are not skiving, we are socialising with the residents and attending to their recreational and creative needs.”

“You do have a way with words, our Ames. You applied to tech to do those exams you need, yet? You know the ones to get into Uni to do your nursing.”

“No, I haven’t. Stop nagging me. I’m not good with exams, Flo, you know that.”

“You’re very good with people though, Amy. More than good. And the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

“Counts for nothing Flora, you have to be one of those clever buggers to be a nurse these days. I’m happy here with my Grans until Aldi or some other supermarket makes me a better offer I can’t refuse.”

“Well. I’m going to keep nagging. But in the meantime, I Wouldn’t say no to Dr Teddy checking out my auld ticker with his stethoscope, one day.”

“Oh Flora, you are crude. His niece is my doctor. She’s brilliant, she really helped me out with that little problem I had.”

“Well, I could have helped you out with that, Amy. Change your washing powder or tell that man of yours to dip it in Domestos bleach before he comes near you next time.”

“Flora, you're shocking......are you alright, love?”

Amy notices tears streaming down their companion’s face, but her eyes remain bright and clear.

The young carer dabs those tears, “Magic hankie cures all. As my gran used to say.”

“Poor old love, probably brought back memories. Talking about them Nonnatuns,” Flora added. “You alright Sister? I know where there is a nice piece of Victoria Sponge with your name on it. Amy here will put the kettle on.”

“How old do you think she is?”

“Dunno. No one seems to know. No one knows how long she’s been here. Dangerous Dave says she made a deal with God to look after the people of Poplar for all eternity.

“You know Dangerous Dave talks bollocks, right?”

“I’m just saying what I heard. So about Dr Teddy, do you think he's on Tinder?”

“He’s sixty-years-old, Flora. Get a grip.”

As they leave to put the kettle on and cut the cake. The sound coming from the televison set suddenly increases.

[queenofcoquette]

💌get to know me💌

🦢a little about me🦢

amy

15

high school sophomore

swimmer and water polo player (beginner at it lol)

i'm from america- part french canadian and part bengali

i love sewing, sketching, photography, writing

i also cook and bake (although i’m not very good at it)

🦢things i like 🦢

classic rock & lana del rey

collecting vinyl (i have around 23 records rn)

vintage fashion

star wars

reading & writing

skin care & hair care

old movies (50s/60s/70s/80s)

psychology & literature

photography & filmography

🦢favorites🦢

song: a dream goes on forever by todd rundgren & crazy on you by heart

book: the virgin suicides

movie: the virgin suicides

tv show: south park, seinfeld or the simpsons

musician: bob dylan

color: pink

flower: lily of the valley

🦢u can follow me here🦢

@bobdylanfanpage (classic rock, personal stuff, if u want to be mutuals dm me here cuz this is the account i spend the most time on)

@hollywood-witch (moodboards, ‘aesthetic’ stuff, film stills, it girl series, etc.)

@dollysattictreasures (page for my *eventual* etsy shop)

send me feedback :https://forms.gle/ind3gnbN6c9GCppo8

9.2k!!! 

[thefanficmonster]

Speaking of the new Theorist hosts....

The new hosts of the Theory channels have been on my mind and I've been thinking....

Would anyone be interested if I started writing for them? That would include Tom, Lee, Santi (don't get me started on this man) and Amy. Maybe even featuring other Team Theorist members.

Send in your requests, lovelies! <<3

One rule: NO SHIPS

If anyone has heard of any of these people not being comfortable with fanfics being written about them, please let me know so I don't cross any boundaries.

Lots of love, Vy 💌

[etoiile]

his hand was right there.

it'd be so easy. all you had to do was reach and grab, and your hunger for his touch would be solved.

buuut, then again, what if he didnt like it? what if he pulled away because it made him feel uncomfortable? what if he started thinking you were too clingy and started second-guessing your relationship? there was just too much at risk. you decided to just suck up the pit feeling in your stomach and keep your hands to yourself.

suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and it was brought up to your boyfriend's face, who kissed it again and again.

"never be afraid to hold my hand, ok? there's nowhere it'd rather be than in yours." he said between pecks, a happy smile on his face.

REO, BACHIRA, isagi, kunigami, BOKUTO, oikawa, hinata, kuroo, suna, ATSUMU, suga

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[djservo]

get to know me tag 👥

tagged by the ever so lovely @nectar-cellar 😚❣️

last song:

favorite color: I like specific shades of just about any & every color but lately it's been maraschino cherry red 🍒🧰🟥👺🎸

currently watching: survivor s11 🤌

last movie: benny's video (1992) dir. michael haneke

currently reading: the complete eightball by daniel clowes & high risk, an anthology of writings by various authors edited by amy scholder and ira silverberg

sweet/spicy/savory: SAVORY!!! But lately spicy 🌶️

last thing I googled:

hoping & praying im in my stacy london era 🕯️

current obsession: double-feature movies, NYT connections, amusement park ride POV videos, smelling like an expensive salad 🥗 (bistro waters by ds&durga at the moment)

currently working on: purging my closet + bookshelf bc how the hell did it get like this in the first place smh!!

Tagging @lre333 @maelfe @cheesehair @paupelou @browntrait @goldenwaves @softerhaze only if you wanna! 💌

[theladyinwhite13]

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

💌- diary or journal?

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

🐰 - I think I do, and I think I already met my soulmate <33

💌 - I can’t tell if this one is asking what I personally call it, or if it’s something deeper? I’ve always called it journaling, a dairy sounds like childish to me and it’s not like I’m writing my secrets, I’m just trying to organize my thoughts (I say as if i journal with any sort of regularity 🙄)

✨- hmmm tie between amy march and lorelai gilmore?? something about being a loud and determined woman and lots of your family members hating that part of you

[waitinqroom]

my 2023 reads 💌

(this year i’ve decided to include individual poems, articles, short stories, and more!)

mad girl’s love song by sylvia plath (1/02)

red by ted hughes (1/02)

the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe by cs lewis (1/01-1/03)

someday i’ll love ocean vuong by ocean vuong (1/04)

you think it, i’ll say it by curtis sittenfeld (1/01-1/04)

no exit by taylor adams (1/04-1/08)

the drinking water crisis on tribal lands and how the federal government is finally stepping up by marianne goodland (1/09)

the unfinished business of flint’s water crisis by anna clark (1/09)

do not go gentle into that good night by dylan thomas (1/09)

susan sontag on writing by maria popova (1/15)

dark they were, and golden eyed by ray bradbury (1/16)

we were dreamers by simu liu (1/08-1/19)

on photography by susan sontag (1/15-2/03)

diversity vs. fairness by david leonhardt (2/15)

an act of love by tommye blount (2/15)

the horse and his boy by cs lewis (2/11-2/15)

dept. of speculation by jenny offill (2/13-2/18)

sonnets to orpheus by rainer maria rilke (2/20-2/22)

prince caspian by cs lewis (2/18-2/22)

the summer i turned pretty by jenny han (2/26-3/02)

it’s not summer without you by jenny han (3/02-3/04)

we’ll always have summer by jenny han (3/04)

a history of performance (edition: hamlet) by david bevington (3/04)

hamlet by william shakespeare (1/31-3/23)

1984 by george orwell (1/29-3/28)

gone girl by gillian flynn (4/03-4/07)

the joy luck club by amy tan (5/06-6/04)

alexander hamilton by ron chernow (5/14-6/14)

letters to a young poet by rainer maria rilke (6/30)

animal farm by george orwell (6/30-7/02)

the bell jar by sylvia plath (7/02-7/15)

twelfth night by william shakespeare (7/16-7/30)

sappho: a new translation by sappho, translated by mary barnard (8/21)

the scarlet ibis by james hurst (8/22)

marigolds by eugenia collier (8/23)

the monkey’s paw by w.w. jacobs (8/23)

the open boat by stephen crane (8/24)

korean through english by sang-oak lee (2/20-8/24)

the lady or the tiger? by frank r. stockton (8/26)

the minister's black veil by nathaniel hawthorne (8/29)

an occurrence at owl creek bridge by ambrose bierce (8/29)

korean social emotions: han (한 恨), heung (흥 興), and jeong (정 情) by iljoon park (8/30)

the cask of amontillado by edgar allan poe (8/30)

the yellow wallpaper by charlotte perkins gilman (8/30)

beautiful world, where are you by sally rooney (7/02-8/30)

daisy jones & the six by taylor jenkins reid (8/30-9/3)

the chalice of the gods by rick riordan (10/08-10/12)

the beatrice letters by lemony snicket (10/14) - reread

yellowface by rf kuang (11/03)

diper overlode by jeff kinney (11/03-11/05)

[baezdylan]

okay but i wanna write a 11th doctor x rose tyler x river song fic with the storyline that rose returns and meet amy (our girls meet!!!) ofc they do get good friends as i have dreamed about for years. and the doctor's happy to have her back but then river shows up and rose's feelings get hurt (of course, she's always like that when it's the doctor and another woman) while river's more calm (as always) because i mean the doctor should have told her about rose?!?! anyway the doctor have a hard time about that and river and rose get good friends too but the poor doctor is getting more alone except rory because my boy is so kind. i have planned the storyline but haven't writed it. no motivation. and i haven't decided the end. either them all three get to date, or river goes as just a friend OR rose goes back to the parallell universe and i'm breaking my own heart

AND i wanna write something about clara and martha meet because i think it would be cool

anyway sorry because you have to take my shit lmao<3

I LOVE THIS IDEA SOOOOO MUCH!!!!! Like literally everything about it sounds awesome (and feel free to ramble to me like this whenever, I love it!!! and I love reading people's ideas and reviewing their writing <3) Especially fond of that bit where you have Rose and River be friends :") I love a good trope subversion. AMY AND ROSE INTERACTIONS, YOU'RE WRITING THIS FOR US AAAAAAAAAAAA Ok so here are some tiny ideas you totally don't have to include, but I'm writing them down just in case, sometimes you read something you either strongly agree or disagree with and that gets you in the right writing zone:

I would love to hear Rose talk about her reflections on the parallel universe as a concept? Both unrelated and related to her experiences with it.

Possibly include River/Amy moments that don't have anything to do with the Dr, just them exchanging seemingly meaningless information about their lives or having River describe her travels to Amy.

Amy painting or writing something for Rose :")))

giving 11 a hard time with this is excellent from a character standpoint, I'd love to see him make some sort of decision neither Rose nor River agree with and them preventing him from acting upon it somehow (with Amy's help hihi)

I'd love a historical moment with all of them! Just them in a historical setting, whatever you decide I'm here, ready to do research with you (this also means we could search for period appropriate clothes and pick specific pieces for them to wear dhdjdfj)

AND MARTHA AND CLARA IN THE SAME ROOM, YES PLEASEEEEE

[beautifulbrainrot]

please send request for fics!!!

i will write for

- spencer reid

- emily prentiss

- amy santiago

i will write fluff and smut, and possibly angst

i will write blurbs, drabbles, one shots and headcanons!!

💌

[ufolvr]

Welcome!!

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

Hi! I'm Cebi/Nero/Arlo/etc and I'm a queer guy (he/they/it) in his 20s who can't stop falling for weird fictional men <3

With some luck you might be able to spot me posting art and writing-y posts here and there. However it's way more common to see me saying weird detached nonsense about some weird little freak you never heard of. Often related to how hungry I am - I'm sure that doesn't mean anything.

Check my Carrd for my f/o lists, ship names, sharing and OCS!

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I'm always always always open for talking whether that be thru asks or DMS. I'm very shy though and very Unlikely to mssg you first ^^; it is in my nature to be skittish...

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Currently focusing on Bob Wire from King (2003), Cyllene from Pokémon and Allister from Pokémon

The Arlong theme stays though. For reasons <3

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One last thing,

This blog is meant for people 18 and older. Do not interact or contact me if you are underage. You'll only make me insanely uncomfortable which isn't worth your time or mine.

Oh, and if you came here from The Post - that was like 80% about Seven Three from dbs LOL I'm not a writer, I just like robots aliens and fish. And I'm deranged.

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Tag quickref below!

For f/os, it usually goes [heart color][name] UNLESS I have ship name for them. The guide is:

💜: romantic

🧡: platonic

💙: queerplatonic

💚: FWBs

💛: familial

🖤: exes

❔: questioning

💌: crushes

Other tags are:

📡 incoming transmission 📡: general text posts and blabber

💫close encounters (suggestive)💫: spicier!

If you're a minor please don't follow me at all. I won't get Explicit explicit here but that's for my own comfort and your safety.

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Incomplete ship tag list:

Cinder: Citrus x Guy Gardner (GLTAS)

Citrine: Citrus x Guy Gardner (BTBATB)

Corny: Citrus x Red Tornado

J'itters: Citrus x J'onn J'onzz

Synesthesia: Citrus x Guy x Razer

Wiscottbarda: Winona x Scott Free x Barda Free

Corkscrew: Orchard x Copperhead

Victorian: Alborean x Victor Fries (DCAU)

Crudy: Cupid x Rudy Jones

Psionics: Bruno x Psimon

Katharsis: Kit x Curt Connors x Martha Connors

Kitkats: Kit x Mac Gargan x Sarah

Caldera: Eudicot x Kif x Amy

Plumage: Pluto x Zamasu

Violoncello: Viola x Cell

Cherieza: Cherry x Frieza

Picturesque: Pluto x Piccolo

Phoneydew: Honeydew x Photar

Pandora: Anora x Pleakley

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Oc (non sona) stuff:

Voltera Epianthra: Cupid's descendant. Dating Mekt Ranzz. Brother of Brainiac 5.

I think that's all! I want to come up with more next year (2024)!