#dr ava glass

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A woman napping inside a giant bubble, with two smaller bubbles floating above her inside the bubble. The woman has pink skin, long maroon hair in a ponytail, darker pink eyeshadow and blush, and purple lipstick. She is wearing a green and blue newsboy hat with a pink striped ribbon and a white lily-of-the-valley accessory, a pink turtleneck sweater, a green peacoat with pink accents, maroon gloves, a blue pleated skirt, pink knee-high socks, and maroon high-heeled shoes. She has her eyes closed and her hands resting on her stomach, a peaceful smile on her face. The background is a simple gradient of pale turquoise and lavender. End ID.]

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Having a bit more fun trying to practice drawing bubbles, this time with Ava having a nap in one. She's happy and chillin' :D (wish I'd made the conscious decision to have her here, but alas, she was selected out of my OC list by literal rng... XD )

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[babybinko]

Made a TON of Venture Bros. genderbends :D

Bonus + some of my thoughts on all the designs under the cut:

This is from a conversation I had with a friend about how Dermott and Hank would behave in this AU (its exactly the same as normal)

Ok now some thoughts on my design process

Hank: I think I drew Hank's face actually perfect, I made her so cute. I also feel like there's a common trope with genderbends where athletic characters get short hair so I gave her long hair and gave Dean short hair. I actually think the longer hair fits her perfectly. ALSO I LOVE HER BOOTS.

Dean: I gave goth Dean more Accessories than normal because normal goth dean had no fucking swag (it was besties idea to make her pants ripped). Even before I started drawing college Dean I knew I was giving her those legwarmers you can pry them from my cold dead hands. Same with the legwarmers I knew the first dean design needed a Jean skirt its just the vibes.

Dermott: The millisecond I even thought about doing Dermott I KNEW she would be 2012 grunge girl aesthetic. Gigantic shoplifting energy. Love her.

Rusty: I wanted her to look like a mean mom and I believe I accomplished that goal. Absolutely had to add the glasses strap. Very Jamie Lee Curtis.

Brock: I drew the one with the hair down first and my friends preferred the one with the hair up so I just did both. I wonder if she was a cheerleader in college and killed another girl on her cheer squad by throwing her too far/dropping them.

21: I drew 21 then I realized I had just drawn myself with bangs. Also I drew her with a blunt because there's an episode where 21 has a joint in his mouth the whole episode the other henchmen are standing in stupid poses in the background and its maybe one of my favorite bits in the entire show its so stupid.

24: 24 took several attempts to get the hair right I kept drawing it short and curly and my friend told me to give her Elaine from Seinfeld hair which I think ended up working really well.

Monarch: One of my favorites I did. I feel like this one you can definitely tell how Bayonetta completely re-arranged my brain chemicals as teenager. I love the hip cutouts, I made a tummy cutout to kind of mimic how Dr.GF's monarch costume is kinda skimpy. It's also hard to tell because of the cowl but I tried to give her like a finger waves hairstyle.

Dr.Gf: I tried a bunch of different hats but my friends liked the brimless hat the most and completely doomed him into looking like a Bellhop (more than he already did). Its giving Tyler the Creator at the 2020 Grammys. I still think he's cute though :)

Billy: I really didnt want to just draw her in a suit because thats boring. The show always gives me 60s vibes despite being set in modern day (I'm sure its on purpose) and I definitely channeled that with Billy. It took a couple tries to find a balance between fitting her body but still looking adult but I think I got it in the end.

Pete: YAYYYY PETE YAAAAYY!!! ^_^ Shes so Ava Max Coded. I also gave her giant buckles on her shoes to match his stupid ass one two buckle my shoes ass shoes.

Triana: Very much looks like putting emo boy in the Pinterest search bar. I made her thigh highs into his sleeves and I gave him square bangs like her.

Dr. Orpheus: NEEDED to make her a hot milf and I did. Its a little hard to see but her shirt has lace over the open part. I love the hair Jewerly at the bottom of her braid. :)

[sukisheadlights]

PROTECTIVE TENDANCIES!

tmrminho x wckd!oc

summary: she took care of him all these years in the maze. But will she be there for him when he needs her outside it?

story: maze runner masterlist

rory’s voice mail 🎧: Sooo I'm not that well versed in the lore (that is a sign for re-watch + re-read I know) either way I haven't made any mistakes as far as I'm aware of but incase I missed anything, let me know <3 love you, say it back!

SPOILERS AHEAD OBVIOUSLY

Sadira spins around in her chair as the dark blue light reflects off her glasses; before coming to an abrupt and screechy halt when she hears him yell through the computer screen. She quickly turns and looks over the multiple cctv screens around her in search of minho, until she finds him. Eventually. She messes around with some buttons around her until the 'griever' as the gladers called it, slows down. She sighs and leans against the chair having succesfully saved him the third time this week.

Sadira could confidentaly say that she was the youngest at w.c.k.d. She was 16. She could tell you alot of things, except for what she does in the abnormally technologically advanced building all day. There isn't exactly a job description for saving the asses of the friends you've made through a screen who don't know you even exist. Infact, that probably hinders the consistent experiements being thrown at these children who are her age, heck— some of them are even younger.

Sadira knows that the only reason she isn't in that maze is because she's the daughter of Dr. Ava Paige. I guess even being an adopted daughter has it's own advantages.

That's why she's so careful when she saves the lives of the gladers, if ava finds out both her and the reckless gladers she watched over are doomed. Boy this would be tough to explain if she met them in person, how would she even act around them? Thankfully she doesn't have to worry about that yet. Right?

When Ava turned her away and banished her from coming to w.c.k.d for 'safety reasons', Sadira was MORE than curious on what her 'mother' was hiding. So naturally, when she called her back urgently she ran through the multiple maze like hallways of the building in search of Ava like a mad woman. Maybe in her own way, w.c.k.d was her maze and cage too. just in a non-life threatening sense. for now.

She walks towards the prison cell looking holding room as she stands next to the woman she calls her mother not looking through the window just yet; she should have, maybe she could have ran instead of walking straight to her demise.

Instead she stared gaping mouth at the other girl who happened to step into her peripheral vision. "You remember teresa, yes?" Ava announced loudly, her words ringing colder than the white lights above their head. Sadira could only nod in response; who the hell was inside that room?

"Unfortunately my love, it would be unwise to get into details here. But teresa recently found her way back to w.c.k.d, back to us. And she has been working with us in your absence. It is with a full heart that I can tell you that you will be learning hands on how to talk to a test subject today. Do not worry child, rest assured, you will be safe." She spoke again as teresa walked away, her tone laced with something unfamiliar which, looking back— could have only been something poisonous. "Go on." she nudged again as Sadira walked into the plain white chamber which, looked even sadder from the inside.

She turned around as the door closed behind her and this, mystery inmate. Her heart dropped to her feet. It was him. He was here. Nonetheless, she approached slowly and sat down infront of him. He looked...Terrible.

"Hello," She said blandly, but internally she was nervous as ever. But if she showed it, Ava wouldn't let her talk to him again. How would she help him out then? She should probably slow down but the difference in his character was unsettling.

He didn't say anything in response and only watched her intently, or dazed. She remembered how his eyes looked in the maze, even if they were facing near death every second of the day. And then she noticed how dead they looked this very moment, when this was the one time in life he was truly protected. She looked towards the one-way mirror hoping she was looking directly at Ava. That's when he scoffed. "They can't save you in here."

She looked back at him, eyebrows raised and all. "What would I need saving from, Minho? You won't hurt me." She said confidentally, but not in the sense that she knew he wouldn't. Well, still in that sense but she only showed Ava what was on the surface. Confidence in the sense that she was hiding her fear.

Minho ofcourse, knows that even if he wanted to kill her this very second he would be unable to, considering the shitload of drugs he was put on. She's pretty, it's a shame she's on the wrong side of all of this, he thought.

"Don't wanna talk? that's alright. We'll get you to one of these days Minho. Time is on our side." the words spilled out of sadira's mouth leaving a bitter after-taste. she didn't like talking to him like this, but if she even let Ava catch on to the idea that sadira had...once grown fond of the boy infront of her? she would have lost her chance. for what exactly? she's not entirely sure herself.

silence engulfed the small white room as she watched the nervous bob of his adam's apple before promptly getting up and leaving.

That night, without much shock. She was kidnapped. "Oh, it's just you lot." she said calmly, looking at the faces of thomas, frypan, newt, and gally. All the idiots she saved multiple times. Well, except for frypan— he was always a sweetheart.

The point is, she wasn't intimidated. Instead she laughed when they tried to threaten her. Then, she asked them to untie her and much to everyone's surprise, they obliged.

Not wanting to leave them high and dry Sadira explained everything to them. How she saved their lives, How she knew them, How she saw teresa, And about how she spoke to Minho. She then warned them that as a 16 year old saving them to those small extents was all she could have done and that it would be unwise to redirect their anger from w.c.k.d to her simply because she knew.

She also agreed to get minho out, but that was a given. The only condition she set down was freedom from Dr. Ava Paige. Who she had the displeasure of calling her mother. They sat on the floor that night and all the gladers and Sadira in unison decided the best plan to get minho out of that hellhole. And they settled.

On Gameday, Sadira offered to walk with Janson and pointed out how something looked suspicious with teresa and her guards. Inevitablly, Janson approached the disguised gladers and it was there that they grabbed her as she sneakily snatched janson's all building access card. She was with them under the ruse of a hostage, just so that Ava doesn't get suspicious and look too closely.

When they found out Minho was moved, it was only because of Sadira and another test subject that they could pinpoint Minho's exact location.

However, she should have probably thought to warn him in some way that she was on their side. Maybe then Minho wouldn't have mistakened her for the enemy and slammed her into the wall once they did find him. ouch.

The escape after that was mostly smooth sailing, there were no losses and only minor setbacks. But those don't matter enough to be mentioned here. [Authors Note: I didn't have it in me to kill off newt so don't blame me] Ofcourse, Sadira almost dying while protecting minho doesn't fall under minor setbacks but she would have done that for any glader.

When she woke up in the 'refugee' a few days later, minho was the first person she spoke to. The conversation flowed much more smoothly when her formerly alive mother (that was fun to find out) wasn't watching over them, she joked. And he laughed. And she thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. So she made him do it again, and again, and again. Until she finally realised she couldn't get enough of it.

They moved fast. From touches, to kisses, to something more. But it was never in the sense that it was too much to handle, Instead it was in the sense that they had waited too long for each other and that they were desperate for this. Needy, even. Which was insane considering he barely knew her. Oh well.

First Kisses and First loves are obviously difficult post-apocalypse but hey, atleast it makes one hell of a story.

[hosseinis]

re: some of the tags on my boyd gifset about his glasses

as one of the tags rightfully pointed out, these are NOT safety glasses in any way, shape or form. they provide no side protection, and not to make an OSHA joke but these are soooo unlikely OSHA approved in terms of the lenses, which require a specific amount of impact testing in order to pass. anyone who's had to work with power tools would recognize on sight that these would do nothing for him in terms of actual protection

so i like to think he wears glasses ONLY in because he’s the powder man in the mines! he already has limited vision given that he’s really only working with a headlamp and the string lights. he has to be pretty precise with what he’s doing, so he's probably farsighted and doesn’t need glasses normally

when he reads, he holds the book very far away from himself, which also suggests that he's incredibly farsighted

when he writes a note to ava he's also noticeably far away from the paper

i don't know about you but personally me and my astigmatism would have my nose halfway pressed against that counter if i weren't wearing my glasses. but boyd's clearly quite comfortable without his when it doesn't require him to look up close to anything

so it's likely that he just doesn't wear his glasses unless he really has a need to do something up close to himself. as someone who worked in theatre, costuming and props rarely do things like this without cause or meaning, and his glasses fall right in line with other little things we see him do.

so tl;dr, boyd is probably farsighted and prefers using glasses in the mines so he can see what he's doing and not blow them all to kingdom come

also he just looks like a cutie

you rock those ray-ban knockoffs, babe <3

[maelihi]

ooh do u have any particular my inner demons character headcanons?

sorry if some of these are inaccurate! it’s been a while since i’ve watched this series!

leif has a silver tongue piercings, as certain demons tend to treasure precious stones and gems, and in his case gold and silver.

lorelei doesn’t know how to cook, and neither does ava really- so sometimes, even though it’s not often- they go out for dinner at a buffet or such, though it’s a fight who pays the bill

noi is considered, i feel like, a sweeter version of any other demon, but to me he just seems- smart in how he portrays himself, and i don’t think any demon is supposedly ’weak’ (not to say most of the demons are strongER than him.)

ava spends a lot of time with the older lady next door, mostly because she has a lot of risqué stories (i forgot the lady’s name!)

pierce is very stoic obviously, but he’s very sensitive to small animals dying- whether it be running over a squirrel or watching old yeller- since i’m also very sensitive.

ava smells like cherry nicotine and champagne toast body spray- idk if you can imagine that but i’m very specific in what i’m thinking

rhys watched a movie where the nerdy girl takes off her glasses and she has this scene where it’s slo-mo and yk her hair blows in the wind- so everytime he takes off his glasses he does the same thing.

demons get cold easily, so what they oftentimes do is kind of huddle into a corner like stacked army men.

lorelei smells like into the night and dr. teals

asch is musty, and he can’t tell- so ava will lie and tell him it makes him more attractive (which isn’t too far off- i kinda pulled this one outta my ass.)

i’m sorry this is so short and forgive me if it’s not very accurate! it’s been a while since i’ve rewatched it! <33 thank you sososososo much for the askkk!

[possibilistfanfiction]

i’m begging for more ava + service dog

[teeny tiny thing for nye :)]

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‘okay,’ bea says, surveying all of the decorations and food laid out everywhere, buttoning and unbuttoning the top clasp on her blouse, neatly tucked into her slacks. ‘i think everything is ready.’

‘everything looks great.’ you wheel over to where she’s anxiously straightening some napkins. ‘babe.’

bea swallows, waits a second before she takes the hand you offer her. 

‘hey,’ you say when you notice she might be about to cry. ’why are you so nervous? it’s a little party with people we love.’

she sniffles. ‘i know, i know. and i’m happy, ava; i’m so happy. there’s peace, and i have you and our home and our life.’

you wheel over to the couch so she can sit next to you; korra patters next to you dutifully, her tongue lolling in a happy little smile. bea sits stiffly, so you nudge korra, who happily moves to rest her head in bea’s lap, calming and gentle. 

‘beatrice, what’s wrong?’

she shakes her head, scratches korra’s soft fur. ‘sometimes i feel so anxious that the other shoe is going to drop.’

‘well, it kind of did.’ you gesture toward your chair with a small smile. your back had been really bad lately, even in the relatively mild cold in california, even after dr. salvius had done everything possible. it’s a new normal, different than when you’d been hurt before — there are so many people who love you, who want to make sure you have resources and accessibility and support and independence. you have korra, and beatrice, and a home that has grown warmer and more beautiful each and every day.  

‘you know i don’t think of anything you need like that,’ bea says, a little scolding, which makes your smile grow.

‘bea, i know that. i just — something hard happened. we dealt with it, we’re dealing with it. we have such a beautiful life, even with everything. because of everything.’ 

bea takes a deep breath and then meets your eyes; she lifts her hand to run it through your hair and then rests it on your cheek. 

‘life is going to happen, good and bad and mundane and revelatory.’ her face softens and she rests her forehead against yours, her new glasses — translucent sage green frames, round and, in your opinion, adorable — just barely slipping down her nose, over her freckles. ‘but, bea, we get to live it all together.’ 

she nods, and her smile grows more and more genuine. 

‘my love,’ you say, ‘it’s all i’ve ever wanted.’

she rubs her thumb along your cheekbone. ‘i love you. i love our life. i love it all, so much.’

you kiss her gently. ‘so then let’s celebrate, yeah? we have enough food and alcohol for a small army.’

‘small army?’ you hear, a familiar, laughing voice, after a whoosh somewhere in your kitchen. when you look up, camila, mother superion, and mary are there, along with lilith, who grumbles a ‘you’re welcome’ before grabbing a bottle of champagne and heading out to the patio. 

‘happy new year!’ camila says, and korra looks at you with eager eyes, her little butt starting to wiggle with how hard she’s wagging her tail. 

‘okay,’ you tell korra. ‘you can go say hi to your friends.’

she bounds over and bea stands with a smile, kisses the top of your head, and unbuttons the top two buttons of her shirt before walking over. mother superion wraps her in a tight hug and then bends down to do the same with you. no one comments on your chair — it’s been long enough now, and they never have, but it’s just part of your life, and who you are, and they love you. bea had been right all those years ago. everyone pets korra; even lilith wanders back in to scratch behind her ears. mary teases bea about her glasses and camila shows you the newest tech she’s designed. 

there’s ambient music and the waves outside, your friends all around. you eat too much food and drink probably too much champagne and, as it nears midnight, you take bea’s hand and settle out on the patio, korra asleep at your feet.

your friends — your family — count down from inside and you hold bea’s hand in yours, look at her so gently: the love of your life, in this one and the next. 

you kiss her as fireworks go off and camila blows a noisemaker; you feel her smile against your mouth. 

‘happy new year, bea.’

[blackcharactertournament]

Black Character Tournament: Left Side!

adding a post break to make this more rebloggable

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Chidi Anagonye | The Good Place vs Bow | She-Ra & the Princesses of Power

Marina Ida | Splatoon vs Youngblood Ra | Roleslaying with Roman

Barret Wallace | Final Fantasy VII vs Lunella Lafayette/Moon Girl | Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

Lucas Sinclair | Stranger Things vs Gus Porte | The Owl House

Carole Stanley | Carole and Tuesday vs Garnet | Steven Universe

Aisha/Layla | Winx Club vs Carter Kane and Sadie Kane | The Kane Chronicles

Martha Jones | Doctor Who vs Death | Sandman (TV)

Finn | Star Wars vs Oluwande Boodhari | Our Flag Means Death

Leshawna | Total Drama vs Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog

Jodie Landon | Daria vs Helen Brand | Glass Onion

Wolf | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts vs Benson | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Mike Hanlon | IT (Steven King) vs Burton Guster | Psych

Flow | Roleslaying With Roman vs Nasuada | Inheritance Cycle/Eragon Trilogy

Jordan Hennessey | Dreamer Trilogy vs Ava Coleman | Abbott Elementary

Duke Thomas | DC Comics vs Mel Medarda | Arcane

Molly Blyndeff | Epithet Erased vs Michael Burnham | Star Trek Discovery

Neena Thurman (Domino) | Marvel comics / Deadpool 2 vs Nyota Uhura | Star Trek The Original Series

Gregory Eddie | Abbott Elementary vs Kipo Oak | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Elena Amamiya | Star Twinkle Precure vs Simon Aumar | Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Karli Morgenthau | MCU: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier vs Enfys Nest | Star Wars: A Solo Story

Connor Hawke/Green Arrow | DC Comics vs Myla | One Last Stop

Winston Bishop | New Girl vs Khalil Harris | The Hate U Give

T'Challa | Black Panther vs Dr. Charlotte | Falsettos (Revival)

Gigi Thompson | Inside Job vs Isaiah | One Last Stop

Ivan Taylor | The Wilds vs Nathan Byrne | The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself

Miranda Bailey | Grey's Anatomy vs Essun | Broken Earth Trilogy

Agent 355 | Y : The Last Man vs Audacious Opportunity (A.O.) Rooke | Friends at the Table (Partizan)

OJ Haywood | Nope 2022 vs Nubia | Wonder Woman

Mr Nancy | American Gods vs Storm | X Men

Ambrose Spellman | Chilling Adventures of Sabrina vs Louis | The Walking Dead Game

Angela Moore | Boy Meets World vs Hilary Banks | The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Junko Saotome | Nana vs Wes Gibbins | How to Get Away with Murder

Turk | Scrubs vs Wallace Fennel | Veronica Mars

Frozone | The Incredibles vs Kendra Young | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Joelle Brooks | Dear White People vs Sans | Undertale

Anissa Pierce/Thunder | Black Lightning vs Koriand'r/Starfire | Titans (DC TV show)

Andre Harris | Victorious vs Sara | Over the Garden Wall

Samol | Friends at the Table vs Taion | Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Emerald Haywood | Nope (2022) vs Genly Ai | The Left Hand of Darkness

Sarah Miller | The Last of Us (TV) vs Pinkie Pie | My Little Pony

Muhammed Avdol | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure vs Dr Foreman | House MD

Efi Oladele | Overwatch vs Jason Hauer | We only find them when they are dead

Bram Greenfeld | Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda / Love, Simon vs Zélie Adebola | Children of Blood and Bone

Nick Fury | Marvel vs Sam Wilson | MCU

Uniqua | The Backyardigans vs Alexx Woods | CSI Miami

Rue | Euphoria vs Bill Potts | Doctor Who

Nadine Ross | Uncharted series vs Jalil Sherman | Everworld

Baal (Valentine) | The Wicked + the Divine vs Jamal Saturday | Locke and Key (comics)

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Connor and the Brat {Part 15}

A/N: Really I just wanted Ava as a girlfriend/best friend for myself before she turned crazy which is why she’s so affectionate towards Ravenna.

“Maybe he was just trying to get off a your interrupted him.” Sarah and Brat both stared at Ava is disbelief at what she had just said. Brat had been retelling the story of the previous night and how Connor was acting weird right before she left with Ava. Both women were extremely upset to hear that Connor had left Brat alone all night and returned with Samantha Zanetti a former surgeon at Med that Connor had dated. And while both women were sure Connor probably had feelings for Brat and was using Sam to get over her Sarah didn’t think he would act on it while Brat was an IOP while Ava was practically encouraging him to.

“And why would he be doing that I’m crazy remember? I’m pretty sure the crazy/hot scale doesn’t work in my favor.” Ava left her spot beside Sarah and moved next to Brat gently caressing her face. When Ava first acted like this with her Brat found it odd because it was obvious the older woman had feelings for Sarah but Ava explained she held love for a lot of people and while she would never have sex with anyone else she did enjoy kissing them. Brat wasn’t blind and obviously Ava was very pretty and cared for her so she was happy to return the affection. She was sure Connor would have a heart attack if he knew though.

“Ravenna you are so bright, and talented, and beautiful. Anyone who tells you otherwise is just a waste of space.” Sarah had gotten up to get more wine and Ava leaned in placing a delicate kiss on the younger woman’s shoulder. Brat smiled at her and kissed her back leaning against her to get more comfortable taking a rather large gulp from her wine glass.

“You really think that’s what Connor was doing when I asked him to bring me here?” Ava smirked down at her.

“Connor basically laid a claim to you on the first day that you couldn’t be anyone’s favorite besides his. I’m sure he was butthurt that you wanted to come over.” Brat frowned as she remembered that Connor did seem rather upset she wanted to spend time with Ava but she as allowed to have friends other than him. “Plus he’s already told me he had a sex dream about you.” OF COURSE Ava just added that on non chalantly at the end and Brat just about choked on her own wine and heard Sarah quite possibly dying in the kitchen.

“Like he said the actual words he had a sex dream about me?”

“Well no, but that morning he was late he got hard every time your name was mentioned so it wasn’t hard to put the two together.” Brat bit her bottom lip intrigued by this new information whole Sarah just pretended not to hear it because ethically she would have to report it to Dr. Charles but morally she was also rooting for her two new friends to end up together.

“So what am I supposed to do?” Ava was quiet for a moment.

“We’ll make him realize how much he needs you around. Take my phone and text him telling him you’re spending the night.” Oh that was a sure fire way to make him upset but Ava was his friend first so maybe she knew what she was doing. Brat could feel her heart in her stomach as Ava’s phone buzzed in her hands.

Connor- I’m picking you up at 7am

Oh he was definitely not happy, bit Brat couldn’t tell if he was angry with her or sad that she was choosing to spend time with Ava over him. Ava smiled when she saw another message from Connor and pointed at it.

Connor- Tell mommy dearest she’s going to have to make a custody schedule

Brat didn’t even know how to respond but luckily Ava did and she quickly ran to her room. Brat was wondering what Ava could have said that would make her leave like she was terrified of Brats response but she read it and felt her cheeks heat up.

Brat (Ava)- Goodnight daddy xx

“AVA!”

[crockettmarcel]

Ava tugs at the bandage wrapped around her forearm. It itches, and she's sure it's due to come off now, but she makes no effort to remove it. She's doing everything by the book this time.

"How have you been?" Dr Charles asks. His hands are folded in his lap, and he tilts his head to one side at Ava's silence, kind eyes watching her through dark-rimmed glasses. Dr Cuevas sits to his left, pen in hand and poised to start making notes as soon as Ava speaks.

"Good," she says. "Really good, actually. It's weird, but I think this," she pulls at the bandage again, "was the wake-up call I needed."

Just as expected, Dr Cuevas starts writing. Ava's not sure how she can get so much from just a couple of sentences, but she doesn't question it. She's good enough at her job that Ava's learned to trust her process.

"I was wondering if I could come back to the clinic? If there's room for me, of course." She doesn't look at Dr Charles when she asks.

"I thought you were doing well?"

"I am, but..." Her voice trails off, and she takes a moment to gather her thoughts. "My mood is good, and I'm happier now, but eating is getting hard again. I want to recover for real this time, and I don't know how else I can do it."

She looks between the two doctors, their expressions unreadable, and she's sure they're going to say no, and that she's more than capable of doing this on her own.

But they don't. Dr Charles nods, then tells her that there's space for her whenever she's ready, and for a moment, she thinks she's misheard him. It's only once she gets him to repeat himself that it truly sinks in.

She's going to get better.

— beech clinic

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

Not the same anon who asked you to kill the excess characters, but after seeing your tags - could you possibly give some examples of characters you would remove and/or consolidate multiple into one character?? I’m curious to know your thoughts now!

These are probably gonna sound like hot takes but honestly sometimes I feel like 13 members in (both) Organization XIII is too many members. The best example I can think of is a theoretical world where Marluxia and Larxene one combined character instead of being two. Like…if you really think about it, Marluxia-Larxene could’ve just been one very cold and snarky member keeping Namine hostage and goading Sora on in CoM rather than two, and it would’ve had the same effect. This goes for Lauriam and Elrena too, especially since Elrena sadly doesn’t have a very big role in khux.

I can even say that despite loving him a lot, Blaine’s character and role could’ve been added/consolidated into Ephemera since they have a lot of similarities/overlap as characters. Smart, inquisitive, friends with Ava. Ephemera even gets master’s defender and the book from him in the end so…why not just let him have those from the beginning?

I also feel like there didn’t have to be so many upperclassmen in Dark Road, especially since they all get killed off…

damn I feel bad saying these things cause I feel like I’m not explaining it well. It’s hard. This is not to say that I think kh would be better without certain characters. Basically I just get where anon is coming from. I sort of have this problem with other media too, where it feels like they just keep introducing more and more new characters rather than expanding on the ones that already exist (lookin at you anime!). It’s like filling up 8 glasses of water half full when you should be filling up 4 glasses completely full.

tl;dr Sometimes, less is more.

[purple-dahlias]

Reesker two miserable people meet at a wedding au? Lmao

Ava winces as she slips her feet out of the heels that were more suited to the description of a vice rather than a shoe, trying as inconspicuously as possible to massage away at least some of the pain. It wasn’t working.

Draining her glass, she curses Connor for convincing her to come along to this wedding of some Chicago socialite friend of his, and even more so for abandoning her to make pleasantries with the other guests, of whom she knew no one. It had left her in a position where she’d been obliged to make small talk with perfect strangers, and she was sure her face was starting to cramp from the effort of the forced smiles. And it didn’t help that she’d chosen the worst possible shoes for the occasion. If they could even be called shoes. So the first chance she had, Ava had made a beeline for a table in the corner, one where she could watch the comings and goings of all the guests, and where she was sure (mostly) no one would venture over to try and talk to her.

Leaning an elbow on the confetti-covered table, Ava rests her head in her hand, trying to distract herself by thinking about the OR schedule for tomorrow and how she planned to exact her revenge by giving Connor all the mundane procedures and paperwork.

Her thoughts, however, are interrupted by the scraping of a chair, and a more-than-audible sigh, and Ava looks up to see a woman in a deep green dress with curly brown hair seated across from her, frantically typing away on her phone. Clearly the woman senses Ava looking at her, and she herself looks up.

“You don’t mind me sitting here do you, it’s just this seems like—“

“The best place to be if you don’t want to be approached,” Ava finishes.

“Yeah,” the woman agrees. “Oh, you’re referring to me, aren’t you,” she continues, looking somewhat flustered.

Ava realises her error. For someone who always knew exactly what to say, it clearly wasn’t working out tonight. She puts it down to the agony her feet are in.

“No, no. Just. Most everyone else at this ridiculous event.”

“Take it you’re not one for weddings then?”

“Well. Definitely not ones where I don’t know anyone and I’ve been abandoned by the very man who practically begged me to come with him.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. But how about you? You don’t exactly come across as someone who wants to be here either.”

“That would be because I don’t. My mother was supposed to be here, but she couldn’t make it and sent me instead and my boyfriend was supposed to come with me but, well, he’s not my boyfriend anymore and—“ the woman stops, suddenly aware of what she was saying. “Sorry, I don’t know why I decided to say all that to a perfect stranger, I don’t even know your name. Clearly tonight’s not my night.”

Ava waves her off. “No need to be sorry,” she assures. “That sounds like a lot to be dealing with in one night.”

“Yeah,” Sarah muses, trailing off. This woman didn’t even know the half of it.

“We’re a right miserable pair, aren’t we?” Ava laughs. “I’m Ava, by the way.”

“Sarah.”

Ava watches as Sarah fiddles with the watch around her wrist, and then with the owl pendant around her neck, and she realises what it is that has been bugging her about this woman.

“Not to be like that but… I’m sure I’ve seen you around at the hospital. Med?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m a psych resident there,” Sarah tells her, glad for the change in subject. She didn’t exactly want to be airing the details of her personal life at a dimly lit table at a wedding reception in front of a perfect stranger.

“CT surgeon.”

“Oh, you must know Connor then? Dr Rhodes?”

Ava purses her lips. “Yes. He’s actually here. Somewhere around.”

“Really?”

“I know, I too was shocked to find out that not only does our Dr Rhodes know people, they also more than tolerate him.”

Sarah stifles a laugh.

“So, Sarah, how long you planning on staying here?”

“Not long much longer. I’ve been seen by the people I was supposed to be here for, so,” she shrugs. “How about you?”

“As soon as I regain feeling in my feet, I’m out of here. Connor can stay. This is the last time I ever do any favours for him,” she punctuates her words waving a black heel in the air.

“You driving?” Sarah asks, concerned.

Ava groans, realising. “Connor drove us. I’ll have to call an Uber or something.”

“I can drive you? I don’t mind,” Sarah offers, quietly.

“No, no you’ve already had an ordeal yourself this evening,” Ava says firmly.

“It’s fine, really,” Sarah insists, and Ava doesn’t really have enough fight in her to say no.

“Well then we’re stopping off to get food on the way. The stuff here is abysmal. I’m sure even the hospital cafeteria food is better than whatever they’ve got going on here.”

Sarah laughs, and Ava thinks it’s a nice sound. Though perhaps she’d had one too many glasses to drink that evening.

“Deal.”

[askwhatsforlunch]

Mr. Butler’s Phryne

“Mr. Butler refilled his [Dr. John Wilson’s] glass. This friend of Miss Fisher’s was a war hero. He should have the best that the Fisher ménage had to offer. Who knew how many young men lived because of Dr. John Wilson? And nearly at the cost of himself. It was like Miss Fisher to think of a solution to a sniper in time to save a friend’s life. Bold but not really reckless.. Those ambulances had armoured sides.

Mr. Butler decided he should create another cocktail for her on the morrow. He would call it ‘Phryne’. Sour, certainly, with a lime juice base, perhaps, and... Cointreau? Cherry brandy? Noyau? This would require study.”

Like Mr. Butler, I like mixing and creating cocktails. And like Miss Fisher, I like sipping them, whilst lounging luxuriously. And Ava and I both adore the Melbournite sleuth dearly. In fact, on the very day we met --dear me, was it almost ten years ago?-- on a hot June day, she was watching an episode of the series, with the delightful Essie Davis playing the detective! Thus, it seemed only appropriate we began our (second) six months’ anniversary feast (delayed by a fortnight; but she wasn’t here a fortnight ago) last night with a couple of Mr. Butler’s Phryne!

Ingredients (serves 1): 

8 ice cubes

2 small, ripe limes

1 tablespoon Manuka Honey Syrup

2 teaspoons Cointreau

60 millilitres/2 fluid ounces (4 tablespoons) London Dry Gin

a dash Angostura bitters

Place ice cubes in a shaker.

Thoroughly squeeze the juice of both limes, and pour over the ice. Add Cointreau, Manuka Honey Syrup and Gin. Close shaker tightly, and shake energetically until well-chilled. 

Strain into a coupe glass and add a dash of Angostura bitters.

Repeat, serve your beloved, and toast to happiness with this beautifully sour Mr. Butler’s Phryne! Happy Friday!

[vividfantasydreamer]

One Shot? Idk

“Yeah..yeah I know I’ll be there soon.” I reply hanging up the phone as I pull into the parking lot; I was having a bad enough day as it was my washer broke last night, and I nearly got t-boned this morning by two assholes street racing. Only to be followed up by a call from my doctor that I need to see him immediately. I push through the glass double doors. It was a small but comfy clinic thankful for my job’s insurance to pay for it.

“Ally! I didn’t expect to see you today.” Tina greets me as I walk up to the desk. “What brings you in?”

“Er…Dr.Vin asked me to come in..? He said something about it being ‘urgent’.” I say showing her the appointment confirmation text message “I was supposed to come Friday but he decided to move it.” I shrug, she hums tapping away on her computer.

“Ah, yes I see it now. It was updated a few minutes ago. Sorry about that, I will let him know you are here.” I nod taking a seat in the waiting room this clinic only had four doctors and four nurses, twelve rooms total to call it a clinic might be generous but I have been coming here since I was little. Most of the doctors here know me like family. It's something I always loved about this place.

“Hey, when did Virin get back I thought he left to go do some contracts across the country years ago.”

“He came back about a month ago.” Tina replies tapping her nails on the desk “I’ll be honest I thought I was seeing ghosts when he walked through the door. You can’t just up and leave like that I was planning his going away party!” she moans. I chuckle as she pulls the folder out, taking a seat next to me to show me. “See! He was supposed to get this big party with all his patients! And he was supposed to get drunk.”

“He’s not a drinker.”

She sighs “A girl can dream can’t she?” I snort shoving her gently, Tina had drunken blackmail on just about everyone that’s ever walked through those doors; lord only knows how a party girl like her got to be a psychologist.

“You’re terrible.” say ruffling her hair; she grabs my cheek pinching it.

“What did your mother tell you about respecting your elders?” she asks I whine begging for her to let go when someone coughs off to the side.

“Viin.” I greet waving at him the woman now has both cheeks “Aoww, stup.”

“Tina, please.” Virin walks up to us removing the womans’ hands “I’m sure Ms. Bell is busy; we shouldn’t keep her.” with a pout Tina returns to her desk.

“Fine, but you owe me a drink. We were having so much fun.” she says as i’m lead into the back.

“So your finally back? Hah, never thought i’d see you again, figured you went off to go be some big shot doctor.”

“And leave behind my favorite patient? Never.” he answers as i’m lead into the farthest room, the clinic was strangely empty today, Roe, Wix and Mander seem to be the only ones here. “Please get up on the table.”

“Favorite you say? Even when I vomited on your new shoes?” I jest, hopping onto the exam table looking around the room. It looks different…i’m not sure how but it’s just enough to put me off.

“You were sick it’s understandable.” he says taking a seat in the rolling chair, he logs into the computer.

“H-hey, um by the way where’s Ava, and Lulu? I know they usually work tuesdays right? Or are they sick?” I inquire, looking around the room hoping to find what feels wrong.

“No, they were just given the day off. It’s a slow day so we didn’t see any reason to keep them here.”

‘I guess that makes sense.’ I shrug “But then why have Dr. Mander and everyone else here then? Surely you guys could do with a day off as well.”

“How considerate of you.” he smiles still looking at the screen “Don’t worry we all love our jobs so there is no such thing as ‘over-worked’.” 

“Oh, okay.” We spend the next few minutes in silence, the room fairly well insulated from the noise or lack-there-of from the corridor outside. The room has a large wall sized window to look out into the small garden the usual roses and lily’s grow there, climbing ivy tangles it’s way up the bricks of the building giving it an almost fantasy-esk look. “So, uh…what is so urgent? I know I was feeling a little under the weather a while ago but Dr. Roe said he would get back to me with the results.” I get no answer from Virin as he continues to type away on the computer, after a few more minutes I clear my throat hoping to get his attinsion. “D-doctor?” still no answer.

‘Am I really that soft spoken? I know he can hear me. . .have I gone mute?! No, wait, not possible, I'm stupid.’ I clear my throat again this time he hums his acknowlagement.

“Soo, why am I here again? If this can wait until friday I don’t mind, I have some vaccinations set up for them as well.” I say the silence is starting to get awkward.

“Sorry, I was distracted.” he apologizes rolling over to me “To save you time we can do the shots today.” I grimace a shiver going up my spine.

“I’d rather not. I-”

“You don’t like needles, I know. But the sooner this gets done the sooner. I was just looking up your medications, Dr. Roe prescribed you clomid to help with your fever?”

“Yeah. Must be new. I never had to take that antibiotic before. Didn’t think an ear infection got that bad.”

“They can get far worse, if it gets bad enough it can cause you to lose hearing in the effected ear.” virin continues as he rolls over to me “I’m going to take off your shoes.” he says I nod letting him slip off my tennis shoes sliding them next to the exam table.

“So I guess the scan came back pretty bad then?” I remember three weeks when I was here Roe had pushed for a scan of my inner ear before saying something along the lines of ‘Good thing we caught this.’ before sending me home with a months’ worth of antibiotics.

“Yes.” he replies as dr. Wix walks in with a tray of needles. “Perfect timing. I was just about to start the exam.” the brunette said putting on his stethoscope, he slips his hand under my shirt. “Breath in.”

I do as he instructs, Roe sets up a small rolling metal table with the tray one of the needles looking particularly scary. I wave him hello as I go through the motions of my exam.

“You sound alright.” Virin says putting down is stethoscope “Say Ahhh.” I open my mouth as he depresses my tongue, the taste of wood assaults my taste buds as he looks around inside my mouth. “Perfect. You're doing great.” I nod keeping an eye on the syringe tray, ust being in the same room as those things makes me uncomfortable.

“Hey, uh…maybe we can do this another time. I- uh…i’m not feeling too hot.” I say, roe walks over to me climbing onto the table as well strong arms wrap around me pulling me close to his body.

“Your five months past due of these, I know you don’t like needles but you need these to stay healthy.” Virin reasons as I try to wiggle free of roe’s grasp.

“I havn’t had to be held down in ages, Vin. Come’on maybe only two today?”

“You’ll be fine.” Virin says Wix and Mander coming in as well. “Thank you for your help guys.”

“Causing trouble as usual Abs?” Mander jokes moving to grab my legs, I can feel myself starting to panic as virin upcaps the first needle.

“Haha y-you know me, always on the move.” I say through gritted teeth trying to squirm free; Wix holds me from the side.

“Just relax. It’ll only take a second.” Mander reassures as I being to thrash, their holds tighten as I try to escape virin calmly watching from the side until I tire myself out.

“Hey- guys! Come on~ you know this dosen’t have to happen. Right…Right??” I plead panting “We should do this a different day! Sounds good to me!” Virin sticks me as I go to take a breath. I must admit i’d never noticed how strong these guys were under their clothes but being presses into roe’s front I could tell he was ripped. It probably paid when they had to deal with patients like me.

“There’s only seven, you’ll live.” Wix comments her  grip suffocating.

‘SEVEN!? OH, no, no, no I do NOT need that many.” I rebuttal, mander now putting his full weight on my legs. Before I get a chance to protest Virin sticks me with another, my body starting to feel heavy.

“Guys, guys I think i’m going to pass out.” I pant my heart still racing ‘Oh how I wish I already was, this would go quicker then.’ Roe leans back pulling me down with him, the next shot I can see out of the corner of my eye the needle is large far larger than anything they’ve ever used on me before. I feel lightheaded and weak but I still fight i’m able to pull one of my legs free and kick mander in the shoulder; but he barely reacts my blows landing but they don’t seem to be doing anything. “Please….let..me…” The pain from the next shot hurts, it hurts alot but words fail me as the world starts to fade in and out. Wix is the first to let go of me the fight leaving my body as I being to fall limp.

“Good girl, sleep. Don’t fight it.” are the last words I hear from Virian before passing out.

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“Virin, your going to get us in trouble doing that.” Roe says sitting up he places their darlings’ body on the table. “She damn near had a heart attack.”

“She’ll be fine.” Virin says as he goes to wash his hands, Wix digs through her pack finding the pill bottle.

“She’s taken most of it.” She says counting the remaining pills “Twice a day? Really? Poor thing must be dying of heat.” she scolds tracin her hand up abby’s stomach.

“Won’t matter soon.” Mander butts in undressing her “We’ll have to burn these.”

“Tina-” Wix starts before the woman in question walks in.

“Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of everything.” she says leaning on the door way “You guys sure played the long game on this one. My offer still stands.”

“We can condition her ourselves.” Virin says bundling their darlings clothes into a bag “How is your sweetheart doing by the way?”

“Fine, he had this crazy idea that I was drugging him to make him more compliant.” she groans, it did pain her slightly to know that Abby would be a completely different person when she saw her again but understood where they were coming from. “Think I can get one last goodbye?”

“We’re not killing her.” Wix says playing with their darlings hair, pitch black strands slip between her fingers.

“I know, I know.” Tina sighs pushing off the doorway “But we were friends still.”

“You aren’t having a change of heart are you?” Roe asks raising his brow at her “You know-”

“I know, you don’t have to remind me.” she says backing off “Sorry, forget I said anything.”

“We should close the clinic for today.” Virian suggests the other agree forcing Tina to leave the room. She just had to lock the door there were no other patients today, it was a special day after all. It was their darling’s ‘gotcha day’. After closing out the lights she says her goodbyes and leaves.

“Looks like our little girl had plans today.” Wix says showing the others the recent text messages.

“Who’s that? I haven’t see his number before.” Virin says squinting at the screen.

“Liam, you’ve been gone to long Vin. he’s her long distance boyfriend.” Roe comments “This would be their tenth year dating.”

“That’s a long time….Shame.” Mander says stretching “He’s not good enough for her anyway. But just be sure to get him out of the picture.” he bends down, nosing their between thor darlings legs.

“Restrain yourself. This is no place for that.” Roe reprimands, Wix heads to the security room to wipe any video evidence. “Help me get her wrapped before we head out. She’s going to be very confused.” Mander helps in securing their darling, Virin giving one last injection before they nestle her into the back of Wix’s blacked out car.

“Everything’s taken care of.” Wix says getting into the driver's seat, Virin sliding into the passenger seat. They drive off towards Viran’s house, the perfect place for them to start their life.

[couldntbedamned]

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 11

Summary:  In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

Warnings/AO3 Tags:  18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is of Legal Age, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking, Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics, Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker

Notes: I've been planning this chapter since I conceived of this story. I love it so much. Another special thanks to @iwantutobehapppier​ for reading over parts to make sure I didn't get any of Peter's planning and execution wrong.

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Chapter 11

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Several weeks later, when Stephen came home after a disaster of a day, barely having saved his patient, and found Peter already setting the table for something that smelled amazing, it hit him.

Life was better with Peter.

He woke up to a delicious breakfast every morning, ate a delicious dinner every night (unless he'd displeased Peter in which case he wound up with canned soup) and many evenings (and some weekend mornings and days) had the most satisfying sex he'd had in his life. His clothes were always perfectly ironed, folded, or otherwise put away. The house even smelled better, thanks to the cleaning materials Peter had switched to.

Sure, Peter was a smartass and occasionally had funny ideas about food or how to spend a Friday evening (always home, preferably reading or listening to Rex Gladstone, Ace Detective while playing a board game with Stephen). And yes, it was annoying how the Desperate Dahlias (as Ava had so aptly named them) seemed intent on watching Peter do yard work or run like he was some snack for them to enjoy.

But he was passably pleasant to be around, Stephen found.

Peter had made his life easier.

So he almost felt bad for the news he had to spring on him.

"Welcome home, Stephen!" Peter said, coming out of the dining room. "Dinner will be done just before the hour, if that's okay."

"Hmm? Oh, yes. That's fine," he said.

Peter took a long look at him and frowned. He helped Stephen out of his blazer and nudged him to change his shoes for house slippers. "Go ahead and sit down," he said, starting up the stairs.

Bemused, Stephen sat at the head of the dinning table, as usual. Before long Peter was back and setting down a glass with two fingers of scotch. "You look like you could use it," Peter said, flitting back into the kitchen.

He felt dead on his feet but he hadn't thought he looked it, too.

When Peter brought out dinner and he saw what it was, Stephen went from feeling almost guilty to vaguely guilty.

As they dined on chicken and dumplings with a side of roasted asparagus, Stephen waited for his moment. When Peter had cleared their dishes and brought out lemon bars, he figured he may as well.

"I couldn't put it off any longer," he said.

"Put what off later?" Peter asked, sitting back down.

"Hosting dinner for colleagues. Apparently the consensus is that I've had quite enough time to settle in."

Peter went pale. "When?" he asked.

"This coming Tuesday," Stephen said.

Peter had prepared himself for this moment, promising himself he wouldn't lose his mind.

And all of that preparation went down the drain as soon as Stephen dropped his bomb during dessert.

“T-tuesday?” he stammered. That only gave him Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and… okay, days to prepare. But still.

“Yes, it was an available night for the small group we’re inviting.”

“How many people constitutes ‘small’?” Peter asked.

“Well, our table seats six, eight if I bring up the leaf from the basement. But one of the couples invited won't stay for dinner itself, they never do.”

“Why?” Peter asked, curious. It seemed kind of rude, honestly.

“Dr. Grimm and his wife are Jewish and I guess they have certain dietary rules they follow. I don't know much about it, honestly. But unless they host, they don't eat dinner with everyone else.”

Peter was speechless for a long moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or throw something.

What he was sure of was that if he had his way, Dr. Grimm and his wife would be eating with them.

Peter read through the notes Ms. Drew had left for him to entertain and scoured the cookbooks on Stephen’s shelves. There would be six people, including him and Stephen. Two couples were joining them: Dr. Grimm and his wife Alicia along with Dr. Misty Knight and her husband Sam Wilson. He did his best to glean details on both couples out of Stephen, but for all that the man had an eidetic memory, he was almost laughably oblivious to personal details.

First he mailed out the invites, which was a bit formal, but it would specify the date and time, as well as expected dress. He made a small change to Stephen's instructed time of arrival and said a small prayer that it would work.

He turned his mind to planning out the menu, from canapes to the meal, to desert. It all had to be kosher, obviously. And he would have to be extra careful about it, if he was going to be able to pull it off.

He couldn’t do anything about alcohol; even married he was too young to buy it and he couldn't exactly practice making drinks when Stephen didn't allow him to drink. At most he knew enough that he could bring Stephen a couple of fingers of scotch if it looked like he'd had a rough day.

Maybe he'd just tell Stephen the menu and have him pick whatever wine he'd think best suited.

Once he felt like he had the menu well in hand, he turned his efforts to the house itself. No one would be going upstairs, obviously. But he wiped down all the walls downstairs, washed the windows inside and outside, and took lint rollers to the curtains. On Monday he spent more time than usual dusting and vacuuming before he called the car service so he could go and buy groceries.

He took his time selecting everything, inspecting the vegetables to ensure they were free from flaws and verifying that seals were apparent on any packaging, including the dairy-free milk and butter. The meat market’s selection of kosher meats was still woefully lacking, but he was able to find what he needed, mildly annoyed yet also unsurprised that it was more expensive than its treif varieties.

He was so nervous he was almost late serving dinner on Monday, and Stephen had to tell him to calm down that evening.

“I can’t!” Peter insisted, the food on his own plate not even half-eaten. “I want everything to go well tomorrow!”

“So do I,” Stephen said patiently, tearing off a piece of his Yorkshire pudding to dip it into the au jus. “But there’s no sense in working yourself up into a fit. I’ve already met my quota of hysterical patients today thanks to a young man in the ER.”

“But you don’t work in the ER,” Peter said, frowning.

“No, but I do get called down for consults,” Stephen said.

“Is he okay?” Peter asked. “The patient?”

“Yes, he is,” Stephen answered. “He’ll be just fine.”

Peter nodded, relieved. Stephen didn’t elaborate and Peter was used to that. Stephen was the kind of doctor who took his oath and patient confidentiality seriously. Then a horrific thought struck him.

“What if we’re in the middle of dinner tomorrow and you get called in?”

Stephen sighed. “Peter. It’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” Peter mumbled. “I just don’t want to make you look bad, you know?

“You won’t,” Stephen said firmly.

Peter wasn’t entirely sure if it was a reassurance or an order.

Stephen was glad his day was busy. So busy, in fact, that not even the meddlesome board of directors could weasel their more self-righteous-than-thou way into his schedule. Billy seemed to have realized he was on thin ice after his stunt the day after Stephen's marriage and guarded his boss's time like a proper secretary should.

He was even more grateful to have a respite from the near-fanatic fervor that seemed to have taken over Peter. If he wasn't hounding Stephen for details about their guests that didn't even matter, he was checking over the lists he'd made or inspecting the house to ensure that yes, it was clean. It was nearly enough to drive Stephen mad.

When it came time to leave for the day - a whole hour earlier than usual - Stephen shut down his computer, hung up his white coat, and locked his office.

“Have a good evening,” Billy said.

“We’ll see.”

He came home to the delicious smell of roasting chicken and found that Peter had somehow managed to hook up the multi-room speaker system to the PymCo unit back in the den. Stephen had never managed to finagle it, but he could hear the soft music playing throughout the house. Peter was darting around in the kitchen, checking dishes, staring intently at the top oven, and snapping his fingers nervously.

He was wearing a geometric-print apron he’d bought that day Stephen had taken him to replace those horrid clothes he'd brought with him. Under the apron Stephen could make out a pale turquoise button down and charcoal bow tie in addition to charcoal slacks. Peter cleaned up well. He spotted a waistcoat hanging over the chair Peter usually sat in at breakfast.

Etiquette for a dinner party called for men to wear suit jackets or blazers, but he rather thought that Peter would look splendid in the waistcoat. A blazer seemed too much on his slighter frame.

“I don't know anything about wine,” Peter said, pulling a golden roasted whole chicken from the oven, then shucking his oven mitts so he could tent it with foil. “You'll need to pick something suitable for chicken.” He paused as he realized how he'd sounded. “Please.”

More amused than annoyed at Peter's snappy tone, Stephen picked two bottles: a Pinot Noir for dinner and a Chardonnay for the appetizers Peter had lined up and ready to set out. They were two of his nicer wines; he liked Dr. Grimm and Dr. Knight, and found them infinitely more tolerable than the board or some of his other colleagues.

It was precisely why he'd invited them first.

Fifteen minutes before the first guests were slated to arrive, the doorbell rang. Stephen frowned. He’d clearly stated arrival should start at seven pm. But he couldn’t exactly be rude and turn them away. He glanced at Peter, who’d been a nervous wreck - clearly all day, and he appeared no less nervous as he answered the door.

“Hello!” Peter greeted. “Please come in!”

He ushered in Dr. Ben Grimm and his wife Alicia. “Thank you so much for coming a little earlier than planned,” he said.

Peter was behind their early arrival? Whatever for?

“You're very welcome,” Grimm said. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a strong square jaw.

“I asked because I was hoping to show you both something before the other couple came.”

Grimm and Alicia looked surprised, but interested. Stephen was equally surprised. What was he up to?

Peter led them to the kitchen.

Stephen hung back as Peter explained the setup of their kitchen. He showed off the way he kept certain items of cookware and dishes separate, how he’d designated a use for each of the ovens, and how he’d arranged the refrigeration cabinets. Then he actually showed Dr. Grimm the packaging of the food he’d been preparing, pointing out certain symbols. He showed them the little cards on which he'd neatly written what was in each appetizer he'd be setting out in the living room.

Through it all, Dr. Grimm and his wife listened, seemingly understanding.

“It’s not perfect, I know,” Peter said. “But I wanted to try to at least give you both the choice.” He shrugged kind of helplessly. “It’s not fair that you both always have to leave and be excluded."

His colleague was quiet for a long moment and then he smiled widely, and embraced Peter, kissing both of his cheeks.

“Thank you,” he said. “Toda al hahavana.”

“Bevakasha,” Peter answered.

“We will be honored to stay,” Alicia added, and hugged Peter as well. "You've done us such a mitzvah."

Stephen was taken aback. He flipped through his mental rolodex, pieces slotting together in his mind: Peter's rearranging of the refrigeration cabinets and purchase of additional cookware, the way he'd occasionally make something different for himself at breakfast, how Stephen had never seen him eat certain things…

Well I'll be damned, Stephen thought, annoyed.

Surely, Peter could have just told him! Clearly, there would need to be a discussion once dinner was over and their guests gone.

Until then, there were the social niceties to observe.

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ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴏ ; jane odinson

❝ Think like a queen -  a queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness. ❞

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↳ BASIC INFO

Character’s full name: Jane Grace (Foster) Odinson Meaning of name: God is gracious Other Titles: Dr. Foster Birth date: May 29th Zodiac: Gemini Nationality / Species: American / human Languages Spoken: English, French, picked up some Asgardian from Thor Pronouns: she/her Orientation: heterosexual  Superpower:  Occupation: lead doctor for the Avengers, princess of Asgard Relationship Status: married to Thor Odinson

↳ APPEARANCE

Age: 31 Height: 5′3 Body build: petite  Eye color: hazel Glasses or contacts:  Skin tone: fair Hair color and type: long, curly, blonde Physical disabilities: some lingering after effects from being sick Usual fashion of dress: extremely feminine, a lot of pastels, dresses and glitter

↳ PERSONALITY

Good traits: ambitious, driven, empathetic, independent, intelligent, kind-hearted, nurturing. Bad traits: bossy, controlling, impatient, know-it-all, paranoid, perfectionist, resentful. Favorite Color: Pink Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Character Theme Song: Kings & Queens - Ava Max Personality Type: INFJ / ‘the advocate,’ has a gift for understanding and reading emotions, craves emotional intimacy, and are strong-willed, but can be vain and narcissistic. etc.: she has a lot of anxiety surrounding having cancer when she was a teen and can get health obsessive

↳ PAST

Hometown: Santa Fe, New Mexico Type of childhood: Jane, an only child, mostly grew up with just her mother. Her father died when she was young of the same type of cancer she developed a few years later. First memory: stargazing with her father Most prominent childhood memory: going to work with her parents at their hospital Education: NYU School of Medicine

↳ PRESENT

Current location: New York City Currently living with:  Pets: Thunder, golden retriever puppy

↳ FAMILY

Mother: Amelia Foster

Relationship: her mother is a scientist and Jane would often go to work with her, watching her mother work in her lab. it sparked her interest in the field. She’s close to her mom and has a good relationship with her. She became closer to her after her father’s death and while she struggled with her own illness.

Father: Noah Foster

Relationship: her father was a surgeon. She was close to him and struggled after he died of cancer when she was 10, just a few years before she was diagnosed with the same illness.

Children: identical twin girls, Frea and Astrilde Foster Odinson Other important family members: Loki Odinson, brother-in-law, Queen Frigga and King Odin, mother/father-in law., Eisa Odinson, niece.

↳ RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHERS

Husband: Thor Odinson Best friend: Jessica Jones, Klara Arnesdòttir Ex: 

↳ BIO tw: cancer, illness

Jane was an only child and grew up in New Mexico with her mom and dad. Her mom is a scientist and her dad was a surgeon, so she was very intellectually drawn and always inspired by science, specifically space and the possibilities that there were other realms and dimensions. Her father died of cancer when she was 10 and she struggled with his death in the years following, not knowing she’d be diagnosed with the same just a few years later. Unlike her dad, however, she beat it and hasn’t had a recurrence since, though she’s extremely health conscious and borderline paranoid about it at times. She was originally drawn to astrophysics. but her frequent stays at the hospital sparked an interest in medicine. It also helped her feel closer to her dad. After med school, she began working at shield as lead doctor for the Avengers.

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Black Character Tournament: Left Side part 1

Hi. There's a lot of participants so I'm breaking down Round One into fourths. The left side will be posted today and wednesday.

Polls scheduled to post today:

Chidi Anagonye | The Good Place vs Bow | She-Ra & the Princesses of Power

Marina Ida | Splatoon vs Youngblood Ra | Roleslaying with Roman

Barret Wallace | Final Fantasy VII vs Lunella Lafayette/Moon Girl | Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

Lucas Sinclair | Stranger Things vs Gus Porter | The Owl House

Carole Stanley | Carole and Tuesday vs Garnet | Steven Universe

Aisha/Layla | Winx Club vs Carter Kane and Sadie Kane | The Kane Chronicles

Martha Jones | Doctor Who vs Death | Sandman (TV)

Finn | Star Wars vs Oluwande Boodhari | Our Flag Means Death

Leshawna | Total Drama vs Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog

Jodie Landon | Daria vs Helen Brand | Glass Onion

Wolf | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts vs Benson | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Mike Hanlon | IT (Steven King) vs Burton Guster | Psych

Flow | Roleslaying With Roman vs Nasuada | Inheritance Cycle/Eragon Trilogy

Jordan Hennessey | Dreamer Trilogy vs Ava Coleman | Abbott Elementary

Duke Thomas | DC Comics vs Mel Medarda | Arcane

Molly Blyndeff | Epithet Erased vs Michael Burnham | Star Trek Discovery

Neena Thurman (Domino) | Marvel comics / Deadpool 2 vs Nyota Uhura | Star Trek The Original Series

Gregory Eddie | Abbott Elementary vs Kipo Oak | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Elena Amamiya | Star Twinkle Precure vs Simon Aumar | Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Karli Morgenthau | MCU: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier vs Enfys Nest | Star Wars: A Solo Story

Connor Hawke/Green Arrow | DC Comics vs Myla | One Last Stop

Winston Bishop | New Girl vs Khalil Harris | The Hate U Give

T'Challa | Black Panther vs Dr. Charlotte | Falsettos (Revival)

Gigi Thompson | Inside Job vs Isaiah | One Last Stop