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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Hi girl!! I love everything you’ve wrote! Couldn’t say how much I enjoyed reading one shots of F1 drivers! I have to ask if you could do one for Carlos? He and reader are expecting but keeping it secret, Carlos won the race! And he ask if he could hear her through radio, though with some glitch, all other drivers and teams hear Carlos’ radio, he tells her how he’s so happy with the win but more than anything about their little one on the way and now everyone knows the secret of pregnancy because he suddenly slipped it while talking to her on radio👶🏻 I can’t imagine how will other drivers will congratulate him (like Daniel, Max, Landooooo! Seb! And even Kimi!🤣) I think Lando will be overjoyed and will be presenting to be Godfather already Hahahaha!

Summary: Having a baby and everybody finding out

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

You realized that you were pregnant after a series of fortunate events that, individually, you did not take as alarm signals.

One evening, Carlos decided to spare you from cooking dinner and ordered your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. You were very excited to eat it, but when the food arrived you were on the verge of throwing up because of the smell. You told Carlos you couldn't eat, so you just ate an apple and went to bed. The next day, after Carlos left for the gym, you couldn't get away from the toilet because if you took a few steps you would feel like throwing up. However, when your boyfriend came home, you didn't feel so sick anymore, but you didn't tell him what happened to you because you didn't want to worry him.

You had a vague idea that you could be pregnant but you wanted to wait until Carlos leaves for France for the Grand Prix.

The day he left you went to the pharmacy and bought two pregnancy tests.

Positive.

You just sat down and cried. You stared at the positive test for several minutes. Honestly, you were so hormonal and conflicted about the timing that you bawled your eyes out. You were both happy and worried. Carlos was busy with his Formula 1 career, you didn't know if it was appropriate to add a child to the dynamics of your life.

But you recovered immediately. You are talking about Carlos, of course, he will be happy to have a child with you. You've been together for four years, you knew you would be together for the rest of your life.

The next day you did another pregnancy test, just in case. Positive, obviously. You went to the pharmacy again, and you took four more tests, to do one every day until Carlos came home.

"Hey, honey. I missed you," says Carlos entering the house.

You didn't even let him take off his shoes. You handed him a gift box in which you put the six pregnancy tests you took.

"Amor, did I forget an anniversary?"

You nod.

"Open it."

You see him take the lid off the box and take out a pregnancy test. Then another one, and another one, until he took them all out. You could see it on his face, he was scared and overwhelmed.

"Seriously?" he asks.

You nod and bite your lip, a few tears run down your face.

"Amor, that's wonderful! Ay Dios Mio! Are we going to be parents?"

You laugh and kiss him long.

"Yes, we will be parents."

You have scheduled an appointment for the next day to confirm the pregnancy and determine how many weeks you are pregnant. It looks like you're 10 weeks pregnant, so that means month 3 of your pregnancy. You couldn't believe that for almost 3 months you didn't realize you were pregnant, but you always had an irregular cycle, so it's not really incomprehensible.

You and Carlos have decided not to announce publicly that you will have a child just yet. For now, you were happy to share the news with your families, wanting to plan a nice way to tell your friends as well.

You know that feeling you get at certain times of the month when you want to cry at every cheesy commercial or could explode with anger at the drop of a hat? Pregnancy is like that sometimes, except 10 times more intense. With your new hormones raging, and more stress in your life than ever before, what with getting a nursery together and preparing to welcome the precious baby into the world and all, emotions are high. Tempers are bound to flare.

That is how you felt sitting in the paddock with Carlos who was preparing for the race. He was starting from P3 so he was pretty excited and nervous for the race. He saw your state, he knew you too well.

"Ay, mi Amor, come here," he said and hugged you to calm your nerves. "Don't worry, ok? It's an easy race, I'm gonna win it for you and the little bean, ok?"

You giggle at the sound of Carlos's nickname for the baby. You kiss him and smile.

"You know I don't really care about winning. Just come back to us. Safe." you say, your voice barely a whisper, not wanting anyone around you to hear your discussion.

"Si, pequeña. Always."

Sure, you were always concerned when he was racing. But especially now when your hormones were driving you insane and you were growing another person in your body. But you trusted him. With all of your heart. If he said he will come back to you, he will.

It took you a few moments to understand what was happening. Carlos Oñoro was hugging you, yelling 'He won!' and you looked at the screens in front of you. He did. Carlos Sainz was the winner in Monza! He kept his word, he won for you and your child.

"Hey, Y/N!" you hear your name being called by Riccardo Adami, the race engineer of Carlos. "The winner wants to talk to you."

You giggle and go to him. 'The winner'... Has a nice ring to it.

"Hey, baby! Congratulations!" you say excitedly over the radio.

"Si, mi amor! I told you I'm gonna win for our baby! I love you both so much!"

What you didn't know was that there was a glitch over the radio and every driver heard Carlos talking about 'your baby'.

"Aaa, guys? Why am I hearing Carlos over the radio talking about a baby?" Charles asked his race engineer.

"There's a glitch. Come to the garage."

"A baby?!" Lando yells into the radio, making his race engineer flinch. "Was that Carlos saying he is going to have a baby? Oh my God!"

You were waiting for Carlos to come out of his car, being absolutely clueless about the hysteria you two just caused. Carlos was just about to get his helmet out when all the drivers came to you two, yelling congratulations to you both. You looked at Carlos. Did he tell someone about your pregnancy? Did you give it away?

"Uh, thank you but how did you find out?" Carlos asked, clueless as you.

"We heard it over the radio," Kimi responds giving you a genuine smile.

"This is not how I wanted you guys to find out," Carlos said and put an arm over your shoulders, kissing your head. "But, yeah, it is true, we are having a baby."

"Mate, you're having a baby! That is so crazy! You are basically a baby!" Daniel says and hugged you both.

"And who is the godfather?" Lando asked and everyone laughed.

"We just found out two weeks ago, there are still five months to think about it," you say and bit your lip and Lando pouts. "You'll be considered, Lando."

After three months you decided to have a gender reveal for your family and friends. You could have had it a lot sooner but you wanted to be at an appropriate time for everyone. All the drivers came, as well as your family and Carlos's too. You made everyone wear a piece of clothing according to the gender they think your baby is. You were surprised to see the majority of the people being team boy, but as Lewis said 'They just want to make sure the third generations of Sainz is coming in Formula 1' and you know he was right.

"Look, listen to me, I have three kids, ok? I know, for a fact, by the way you are carrying that it is a girl!" Sebastian said and you laughed. He was wearing his pink T-shirt with pride, being 100% sure he is right.

He was.

You were having a girl and you could swear that Carlos cried a little when he saw the pink confetti. He hugged you for a few minutes, being still in shock.

"Una niña pequeña..." he whispered in your ear. "I am not ready."

You laughed and kissed him.

"You are gonna be the best dad ever, don't worry."

"No, I know that. I am not ready for her to date! And she'll go to university, no..."

"Carlos, she is not even been born yet! You have plenty of time to spend with her."

"Hi, guys, sorry to interrupt!" Lando appears near the two of you, making you break apart from your hug. "Did you think about the godfather or... or this is not a good time to ask?"

Everyone heard him and started laughing.

"Mate, remember the bag I gave you when you arrived?" Carlos asked him and Lando nodded. "You can look inside the bag now."

Lando got the bag and inside was a white romper saying 'Will you be my godfather?'

Lando looked at the romper with tears in his eyes.

"Well, if you insist..."

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prof-peach · 4 years

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Out of all of the pokemon you have taken care of, which one do you think it was the hardest to deal with? Be cuz they were in a pretty bad shape, or just personality wise?

We get rumbunctious and rowdy Pokemon all the time, our works nature brings them to us probably more than any other issue, outside of grass Pokemon care and management. Anger and nervousness is something we have a good hold of here, and try to help iron out of various species. I do a lot of that work, and on occasion, Grey will do the odd water type with these problems, as I tend to shy away from those. For the most part, they are short stint stays, a couple months, to a couple years helping them to rewire their anger into a more productive feeling or energy. That being said, there’s alwasy the odd Pokemon who comes our way who’s just a step above the rest. So here’s some stories of the ones who have had to stay with us, for their temperament and behaviour.

On the north side of the island, we house the biggest, meanest Pokemon, and the individuals who are very timid and nervous around people. We do this to ensure they have space to live undisturbed in peace, but also to protect guests and visitors from being eaten, crushed, blasted, or otherwise harmed. Some of the northern residents are difficult yes, but most are just stroppy or uncomfortable with the majority of humans, but there are a handful that are actively engaged in harming or hunting people.

One such Pokemon is a rather nasty tempered Drampa, he came to us about five or so years ago now, kindly donated by being abandoned on our shores, it’s original trainer leaving the ball and hopping on a boat without alerting us, or letting the individual know. We figured it would be possible to rehome it, they’re usually a rather reasonable Pokemon to handle, considering their typing. We were wrong. This Pokemon when let out of the ball, went on a monsterous rampage for four days, destroying forests, toppling buildings, blasting holes in the mountain to try to burrow away, and picking fights with anything it’s size or bigger, often causing great harm to others. The island didn’t rest for that entire time, most Pokemon cowering from it, bigger species trying to halt them, all in vain. It took an entire troop of grass Pokemon using sleep powder to knock it out, the Drampa moved about so fast, one single grass type didn’t stand a chance to produce enough spores in time. It took a lot of work but we knocked the old boy out, and got a good look at him. His body was riddled with arthritis, not medicated, he would thrash about and cause himself so much pain and discomfort. He had overgrown nails, the feet hidden in the fur they have around their torso, often overlooked, and it’s ability to fly was limited because of its general condition and state. We began helping it, medicating it’s aislments, aiding it’s inflamed joints, but it never really calmed down, so now it chills out alone on the coast of the north side, left well alone, it doesn’t even like the company of other Pokemon.

We’ve done our best to interact with it, to socialise it, to generally get it use to people enough to do medical checks, but it’s still very resistant. We have decided that after two years of hard work, and it being tolerant to me, at least to check it’s health and wellbeing, that it’s best to let it live it’s life unbothered. Many would push a Pokemon to be a perfect social being, but we don’t believe it’s necessary for happiness. Some species are happy to be away from others, I wouldn’t push a human to be social, I know how awful that can be, so we didn’t force the individual to be around others either. It’s not that it’s unhappy, we spot it from time to time sitting on the rocks by the ocean, humming to itself, and the small pidgey and tailow that come by don’t bother it, and even give mild brief conversation. He seems ok, the medicine given means he’s in less pain, despite still having stiffness, and in the winter we’ve built him a unique space, rocky cover much like a cave, just above a Macargo hide where they lay eggs. The heat from those Pokemon keep its cave very hot, and help in the cold to ease the joint aches. The two species have different entrances, making sure they never meet within the hide at any point. There’s a good slab of rock dividing them, so it’s not an issue, and saves us having to pipe hot water over that far for him. He eats well, has a few items he’s kept from the labs, a toy sentret, and a large red ball, and generally is in a good place to live out his life in peace now.

Another difficult member would be a particularly timid Slazzle, gifted to us by a police member who had confiscated it from a rather mean individual close to her home town, they had been hurting the poor Pokemon, forcing it to produce an insane amount of poison liquid, throwing water on the poor thing every time it tried to ignite to retaliate, generally abusing the poor thing for its life, apparently it had been locked away since it was a young unevolved Pokemon. They’d been harvesting the poisons from the Slazzle and dropping it into various water sources to try to control the local Pokemon population, as they blamed the wild ones for the state of their land, and diminished crops yield from their allotment. Jokes on them, that water poisoning affected them too, and their garden died very quickly, and made the man quite sick through consumption of the crops he grew there. The slazzle is still very skittish, will hide at any given moment, we’ve seen her ignite an entire building in one move, and then bolt away through the flames to lose our line of sight. She managed to stay hidden for two weeks on the island, before we caught sight of her again. Generally she’s just a case fo neglect but we have been working with her now for a long while, 3 ish years, and her temperament is at least manageable amongst our staff. We have found her others of her kind to help her settle, and she’s become good friends with a Wartortle who came from the same area, they bond over memories of the place, and seem very happy in each others company.

We’ve found ways to keep her grounded, but she never goes near people when we have open days, slinks off through the big fence to the north side, and waits out the visiting hours until night. They’re not usually nocturnal but she likes the night, and spends her time looking about, foraging and feeding in the later hours. If you’re quiet you can catch her moving around the forests and the base of the mountains here, talking with the occasional individual, she seems to enjoy Murkrow too, their company seems to keep her quite social, as they usually move in large flocks here. She may never be rehomed, but for now we try to socialise her, we don’t battle her, and she has a very calm and peaceful nook to go to when she’s having a rough time. We make sure to provide support where possible, and though she’s a little skittish she’s somewhat happy to have myself and Grey, even Pari take a look at any wounds or scrapes she may gain while living here. She’s become trusting enough to come to us if we call, and who knows, maybe someone will come our way who she takes an interest in. There’s hope for her yet, we have however become quite fond of her, and she’s part of the furniture now. It may end up that she never leaves, and lives her life in peace here, surrounded by people and Pokemon who love her. Her panic makes her very difficult to pass to another trainer, and she’s prone to spitting up huge quantities of toxic liquid when spooked, and bolts at a slight bang or rumble.

One I have kept back for a number of reasons, is a rather mean tempered Aerodactyl. Normally we get Pokemon sent to us, but this one I ended up finding myself, some circus had her chained up in a box hardly big enough to turn around in, an attraction to the masses as they travelled through the area. The leader of that troop was particularly awful, treating Pokemon as commodities, items to be bought and sold, used as toys in his big performances. Boiled my blood. We called her Zeplin, and after 12 years she has still got a nasty temper on her, when not focused on a task. Her condition when we first found her was quite something, tattered wings, unable to fly straight at all, and she was littered with cuts and bruises, not in good health. Val has melted the chains that bound her, and the lock in her cage, and she just went, like a bat out of hell, flew off, blasting the tent that hid her quarters, burning a lot of the circus as she went. Little did I know, my foot was in one of the chain links, and I got dragged off with her, the ground, Val, all my other team mates, falling from my pocket, or being left on the floor where we had once been standing. She flew, and kept going, not aware I was still attached, you could see her wings were having a hard time catching the breeze, littered with holes and tears, she went for about two hours, I nearly froze that high up, trying to get a good grip on what chain was left so I didn’t come falling from that height. We came to a very sudden crash landing, she hadn’t had much chance to practice the whole take off - land thing from the feel of it, we both ate dirt, and she became very aware that I was there all of a sudden.

I had about three seconds while she assessed my presence, to get out of the chain, and dive behind a rock that gave me cover from an almighty blast of energy, chipping away bits, catching my arm a little. Trust me when I say, it’s terrifying coming face to face with something that stands a fair few meters taller than you, with more teeth and claws than you’re comfortable with dealing with, with none of your Pokemon, no weaponry, no real plan or cover other than a rock. How she didn’t eat me, I don’t know. Perhaps she knew it was me that let her go, maybe she just ran out of energy, but for whatever reason, she made a few bits and tail lashes at me, missed the lot, and gave up, turning to stomp off into the forests around us. She was still shackled with heavy irons, one on the neck, two on the legs, and was in serious condition, so I did the stupid thing and followed her, tried to sneak my way behind, though every now and then she would look towards me, and try to focus on my form in the dark of night now. It was a few days, she had stalked some prey, fed, and was starting to ooze from some wounds. Though the circus was unkind, they were providing her with medication that stopped further infections occurring, perhaps a scarred beast of great size drew more punters, maybe they were just making sure she survived to make them money, I still don’t know.

I hunted herbs, dug out roots with rocks, used river water, and common berries and managed to fashion some kind of salve, nothing amazing, especially back at that age, but it would work, I knew it would because I used it on my own wounds first. Just had to convince her it was a good thing to let me get close. Not an easy task. We physically brawled, she was clearly spent, not able to use any attacks, just thrashing about, I managed to trip her with the chains still attached to her legs, and once downed, you can jump on the head of these Pokemon to keep the jaws shut, just long enough to lather the wounds you can reach, then bolt fast. It was a small act, but she took off running again. With some wounds sort of cared for, I followed again, fishing for dinner, forraging roots to chew on. It wasn’t much but it kept me going, then one night, where I had climbed to a crook of a large tree, using my jacket to tie myself in for a nights sleep, I was awoken by loud rustling, thudding of feet, and a mighty huff.

Below where I sat, the Pokemon had returned, being no doubt well aware of my presence, following the smell of human, she had noticed the salve do a good job on the wounds I managed to reach, but the ones I couldn’t get near had become far worse, red, inflamed and weeping terribly, no doubt hurting and itching. I’d seen her rubbing her sides in the day, itching gasinst rocks and trees, smearing blood and ooze along her path as she trudged. So here we were, alone in the woods, I veeeeery carefully climbed down, staying in cover as much as possible, and over the space of an hour or two, she let me come out into the open, teeth bared yeah, but she hadn’t attacked, and other than a very uncomfortable, low growl, she allowed me to creep closer, some more of that salve made more for my own wounds than hers, being sniffed at, she licked it too, but wasn’t happy with the taste, very bitter, and I was cautiously optimistic, allowed to help her heal the rest of the cuts she had acquired from her old home. So we began our....I want to say friendship but that wasn’t it, it was a collaboration to survive.

We had landed somewhere far from others, I missed my team, and she had never experienced anything outside of the cage, and so we banded together, tentatively. We caught dinner as a team, and climbed for fruits, foraged for berries, reapplying what loose form of medicine I managed to make, before coming to some kind of comfortable companionship together. A week passed, wandering without a clue where we were, before a path was found, she seemed to want to avoid it, and while I wasn’t keen on people much either, it was impossible not to want to find my team again. They needed me, and I needed them. If they had been found, a police officer or the likes may have sent them to my original professor, waiting to be called from the PC system again, but knowing Val, she had grabbed the balls, my things, and bolted to hide, waiting for my return. In desperation I tried to explain this to the Aerodactyl, who had not experienced a trainers care before, and seemed reluctant to return.

It was only upon mentioning revenge, to burn the circus to the ground, that I regained her attention, and we came to a slow agreement to get aid, gather items, and return to where she had been released from. She waited in the forest while I went to town, checking my PC space to see if my team had been handed in, which they had! It was lucky, I was reunited with Val (vulpix), Booker (teddiursa), and Potato (bulbasaur) who I took back, and returned to the woods with.

We had to get some revenge, and in turn we devised a plan to free the Pokemon first, sneak in and pick the locks, melt the chains and gates, and then finally, let the aerodactyl do her thing once the vulnerable individuals were loose. I did my best to hold back my own personal rage, and simply aid the demise of a group who were awful towards Pokemon through this one big flying type. I wint go into details but no one perished in the fire, they were arrested and charged for unsafe work conditions, and abuse towards Pokemon, not to mention false advertising, having no worker’s Compensation in pace for injury, which many staff complained of, and several incidents of sexual harassment in the work place that were brought to light.

Once one started to talk, the others all joined in, and the fire was put down to unsafe working conditions and a lack of health and safety. From what I heard, the whole circus worth of Pokemon were rehomed, helped and generally lived much better lives after that. However now we had one very mistrusting angry Aerodactyl on our hands, a Pokemon I had not worked with before, who had seemingly become quite tolerant of me, but would snap at just about anyone who clocked eyes with her. So I kind of just kept her, no ball, not for a fair few years, we both didn’t think it was important. She was nursed back to health, and we had to go through a lot of training together, she bit booker once quite badly, but we’ve all put that in the past, and have worked on it together.

She is still testing, she won’t be ridden by anyone else, she doesn’t care for other Pokemon much, crowds will spook her, she doesn’t like when people talk with raised voices or hostile tones, and gets real irritable if you come at her in any kind of way that isn’t open handed, calm and slowly. She’s now a very capable flier, wings healed up, spending her first half of life locked up made her long for the open sky, so now we take time together to go off and ride winds when work is slow, and she’s helped in many ways to make the island functional, by moving logs, clearing paths, helping lift building materials around, and generally being there for me when I’m full of rage, which is actually annoyingly often. We’re anger buddies hah, kind of get on the same level with it. She’s become so much part of my family, and I feel like i’m part of hers now too, so I doubt she’d be rehomed, but should she find somewhere she would rather be, we wouldn’t stop her going. She is difficult, angry, snappy, tempermental, difficult, won’t be touched by strangers, likes to fight, but I’d not change her, she’s our testing monster, who we love and adore.

Went off a bit, but I figured why not, I know her, and can write more about her life and story than the others.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Fraternizing with the Enemy (Alpha Lindsey X Omega Emily x Alpha Reader)

Request 1: Soran and reader where Emily gets fouled a lot or something and the both of her girlfriends come to her aid but the reader is on Seattle’s team? I meant NWSL where Soran is still on the thorns

Request 2: soran x reader with Lindsey and the reader as alphas and sonnett as an omega

You had a reputation. Your temper on the pitch was known (and feared) around the world. You would argue part of that temper was due to your protective nature (particularly over your unmated mates at the time), and that the rest were some really bad overblown rumors (anyone who played on the field with you would venture to disagree).

Since mating your mates a year and a half ago, you had relaxed considerably, mellowing out and becoming much less quick to anger.

This whole chaos cup had put you on edge. You were on OL Reign, while your mates were Thorns and that meant that you were kept segregated from them. To make matters worse, Emily had experienced a heat during this shit show, and the NWSL wouldn’t bend the rules to allow you to experience it with her and Lindsey. Thank God your alpha mate had been there to protect your omega.

You hadn’t wanted Emily to play so soon after her heat, but here she was holding up the Thorns backline against your team.

“Better luck next time Daddy,” Emily laughed, helping you up from a well-placed slide tackle and pulling you into her. You hugged her close. You weren't a soft person, but you were soft for them. You allowed her soothing pheromones to calm the beast inside you for a moment before pulling away. You smiled crookedly, leaning down to kiss her lips, savoring her scent. It was always so sweet after her heats. Her hand trailed down your chest and landed very high in your thigh. You laughed, reaching around to lightly slap her but.

“Watch it hot stuff, wouldn’t wanna write a check you aren’t willing to cash,”

She giggled, slapping your chest, and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips tilting up. Lindsey shook her head at the two of you from across the pitch. She knew how painful it had been for you to be separated from them when they needed you, but she didn’t think you and Emily would actually start groping each other on the pitch. She thought Mark was crazy for having Emily be the one to mark you. Yes, she was a fantastic defender, but Becky would have been a safer option considering you and Sonny were doing everything in your power to touch each other. She guessed he thought it would force Sonnett to focus, but all it seemed to be doing was distracting you both.

“You two aren’t supposed to be touching,” Sofia Huerta called out, approaching you. You rolled your eyes at the woman, unsure why your fellow forward was interrupting your moment with one of your mates.

“She’s my mate, I think it’s safe,”

“Yeah, well when you risk the rest of the team’s safety, I think maybe you should give a fuck about something besides your penis,” She snorted. She didn’t like that you always thought you could break the rule with no consequences. You were constantly shirking the rules, with both the national team and your club, and she was fucking tired of it. This was their health you were messing with by fraternizing with the other team.

“Hmm, your cock does sound good though, missed it last week,” Emily mumbled, reaching down and trying to squeeze your member. You caught her wrist, bringing her hand to your lips instead.

“Behave hot stuff,” You mumbled, kissing Emily’s forehead, blatantly ignoring your annoyed teammate.

“Yeah, good luck with that Y/n,” Lindsey laughed as she approached, pulling Emily away for the hydration break, you smirked after them, sure you would get the opportunity to get close to them again during the game.

****

You were going to kill someone. Somewhere between the hydration break and the restart of play, your teammates had lost brain cells. They took absolutely every opportunity they could to sweep your omega off of her feet (which didn’t make sense cause she was a defender and not a forward).

“What the fuck are you doing?” You growl, passing Sofia who had just taken your mate down for the 5th time. She smirked in your direction.

“Shirking the safety regulations just like you are,” she shrugged, and you clenched your fist, watching as Lindsey pulled Emily to her feet, holding the omega close and sending you a short nod. You gulped, taking a deep breath.

“Knock it off before I decide to break the regulations a different way,” You said, far too calmly. Your famous temper was about to make an appearance (and though your mates found it hot when you went all alpha on people, they really didn’t want a brawl during this stupid game. That was all they needed, they wouldn’t be able to go to the hospital with you anyway).

“Whatever you say,” She rolled her eyes at you, sprinting off. The best thing she thought she could do for your team was get the distraction off of the field, and if that meant on a stretcher then so be it.

*****

The rumble left your lips before your brain even registered it. The dominant pheromones rolling off you in a wave determined to protect your mates at all costs. You rushed towards the forward who dare hurt your mate, too enraged to join Lindsey in comforting the omega layer out on her side.

Lindsey watched you with worried eyes, returning her attention to your hurt mate, and allowing you to go and play protector.

“I know that was a bad tackle, but I’m fine,” Emily rolled her eyes at the protective behaviors of her alphas.

“You’re bleeding,” Lindsey growled back, her attention returning to the leg that the medics were doing a patch job on. It was by for the lest serious injury she had ever suffered, but the fact that your team went after her at all was astonishing.

“You two are going to be miserable aren’t you?” Emily sighed, huffing slightly. She wasn’t an invalid, but with you unable to accompany her during heat and the insane amount of fouls she had taken today, she was sure that you two would be smothering her in love and protection. Probably throwing fits if she didn’t let you cater to her every need. It was going to suck.

“Y/n is still being forced to quarantine with Reign so it’ll probably just be me,” Lindsey mumbled back, puffing out her chest. She needed to do the job for both of you, and she would.

She watched as you rushed your teammate, hauling them up by their shirt and growing angrily in their face. You shook them a few times, ignoring the yell of the ref for you to let go and calm down. You were too far gone, and your inner wolf wouldn’t be happy until the girl was cowering in submission.

“I don’t think they’ll keep you separated after that,” Ali said softly, kneeling next to Lindsey to check on Emily. If anything, the only thing that would help the situation would be to let you room with your mates. It was Sophia’s only hope of living through the remainder of the tournament.

“Shit,” Lindsey winced as you tossed the young alpha to the ground, standing over her with your teeth bared.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Emily said breathlessly, her eyes zeroing in on how your clenched fists made your arms pop. It was rare they got to see you angry anymore, and when it wasn’t directed at them, it was a sight to behold. She was definitely adding that to the spank bank for the nights she was stuck in Georgia without the two of you.

“You better go stop her. I think you’re the only one not in danger of losing an arm if you try,” Ali mumbled, nudging Lindsey’s shoulder as you took another menacing step towards the other alpha. Lindsey bit her lip, glancing at her omega. She didn’t want to leave her, especially when she was in pain.

“Go, stop the knot head from killing her teammates,” Emily laughed, shoving her alpha. Lindsey looked unsure but jogged off anyway.

Emily shook her head as you melted into Lindsey’s strong embrace and allowed her to drag you off the field.

There was never a dull moment with her stupid, protective alphas. Sure you were technically fraternizing with the enemy, but that was safer than trying to keep you away from the women you loved.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #emily sonnett x reader #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine #emily sonnett imagine #soran x reader #soran imagine

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 4 years

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I really want a sterek scene stealer AU that’s the episode of Star Trek: Voyager, Blood Fever (Season 3 Episode 16). Derek would be B'Elanna – a half-Klingon who finds himself experiencing symptoms of the Pon farr (a point in a Vulcan’s life where their disciplined logic is overwhelmed by emotion and instinct as they’re driven to return to Vulcan and take a mate) after being mentally bound to a young Vulcan – Jennifer Blake – who’s undergoing it. Stiles would be Lieutenant Parris, a human who everyone thinks is cocky and a womanizer, but he’s been hiding his feelings for Derek for a long time.

They make their way down to a planet to collect gallicite when the side effects of the Pon farr begin to take its toll on Derek; he becomes irritated and aggressive.

As the away team – Derek, Stiles and Scott – go rig up their gear and descend into the caverns and collapsed tunnels, Scott’s piton gives way and he falls. Derek and Stiles hurry down after him. Derek loses it, he starts shouting at Scott for being irresponsible but Stiles argues that Scott did nothing wrong; either the gear was faulty or the rock gave way. He says they should contact the ship, but Derek is determined to finish the mission – his anger growing – and when Stiles reaches out to stop him, Derek wheels around and bites Stiles’ cheek before taking off into the tunnels.

Stiles contacts the ship and tells them what happened.

“He’s either out of communications range or just not responding,” Stiles says. “His last known position was ten meters below our current position. I tried to stop him from leaving, Captain, but he got hostile and bit me.”

“He bit you?” Commander Parrish repeats, stunned.

“And he seemed to be enjoying it, in a Klingon kind of way.”

Boyd – another Vulcan on the ship – deduces what’s happened. He and Commander Parrish beam down to the planet to help get Scott medical treatment before going after Derek.

Boyd explains that the Pon farr can be fatal if the urges are not addressed, they set out after Derek—he’s after the gallicite, so they hope that following it will lead them to Derek.

Stiles is the first to find Derek, and when he does, he seems his normal self for a moment; not angry or irritated, but excited to have found the resources they came for.

“How are you feeling, Lieutenant?” Boyd asks, approaching Derek carefully.

“Fine.”

“We need to get you back to the ship,” Commander Parrish says.

“Why?”

“You are experiencing a condition known as Pon farr,” Boyd explained.

“Pon what?”

“Your emotional balance has been disrupted. You may not be in control of your more aggressive instincts.”

“I lost my temper for a moment, that’s all,” Derek said. He glances between them noticing the urgency and worry in their eyes. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Please come back to the ship with us,” Boyd says, insistent. He takes a step forward.

“Just leave me alone!”

They freeze as members of an alien species step out of the shadows.

Parrish is able to calm them down, explaining they have no ill-intent, but the alien nods towards Derek. “He does.”

“He’s suffering from a chemical imbalance which is effecting his behaviour,” Parrish explains. “We’d be happy to take him and leave your territory.”

But before they can react, Derek lashes out, fighting off one of the aliens.

“Derek, stop!” Stiles says, grabbing Derek by the shoulder.

The two fall to the ground.

The cave walls rumble and the earth beneath them shakes.

Stiles looks up to see the ceiling crumbling.

“Derek!” he shouts, grabbing him and pulling him aside as the walls cave in and the ground falls from beneath them. When the dust settles, it’s just Stiles and Derek.

Stiles steadies Derek, checking on him. He has a cut on his arm and his head, but he’s conscious.

“We have to get back to the ship,” Stiles says.

“We can’t leave Boyd and Parrish down here,” Derek argues.

“The minerals in the walls inhibit the tricorders; we can’t scan for life signs or a way out. Out best chance is to get back to the ship and get some help, for them and for you.”

“Why does everybody keep saying there’s something wrong with me?”

Stiles does his best to explain what’s happening as they make their way through the tunnels, trying to get back to the surface.

“Boyd’s got to be wrong about this. It doesn’t make sense,” Derek argues.

“It does explain how you’ve been acting,” Stiles counters.

“I don’t see what’s so strange,” Derek says defensively.

“How about starting a fight with a group of armed aliens, shouting at Scott, giving me this—” He points at his cheek which is still bloodied from where Derek had bit him. “—and if I remember my Klingon customs correctly, biting someone on the face means—”

“I know what it means,” Derek cuts him off.

It’s a way of a Klingon choosing a mate, he thinks.

“Alright. Maybe I do feel something, some kind of instinct. What am I supposed to do about it?”

“When we get back to the ship, the doctor should be able to help,” Stiles reassures him.

Derek stops at a dead end, positioning the butt of the rifle into his shoulder and aiming at the rock.

“Whoa!” Stiles says, grabbing the end of the rifle and pointing it down—stopping Derek from firing. “We don't know how stable this tunnel is. An energy blast might bring the rest of it down on our heads.”

“Let go!” Derek growls, trying to pull the rifle out of Stiles’ grip, but Stiles resists him, taking the rifle.

“No. I think I should keep this.”

Derek tightens his grip on it, jerking it to the side and throwing Stiles back against the rocky wall, pinning him there.

“Never pick a fight with a Klingon, Stiles.”

“I'm not going to fight with you, Derek,” Stiles says, keeping his voice level and calm.

Derek’s voice is low, threatening; his eyes dark and filled with bloodlust. “Afraid I'll break your arm? You should be.”

“Derek, stop it! This isn't about the gun. This is about sex. But that's not gonna happen right now.”

A smirk turns up Derek’s lips as he leans in close and breathlessly says, “I think it is. See, I have picked up your scent, Stiles. I've tasted your blood.”

“No,” Stiles says firmly. “I'm your friend, and I have to watch out for you when your judgement's been impaired. If you let these instincts take over now, you'll hate yourself, and me too for taking advantage of you. I won't do that.”

Derek pulls back. “Maybe we should split up.”

“No.”

“You don't know how strong, how hard it is to fight this urge.”

“Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?” Stiles says teasingly.

Derek levels him with an unamused look. “I wouldn't go that far.”

“Good. Come on.”

They continue on down the tunnels. The walls start to rumble again.

Stiles pulls Derek into a small cavern, just as the tunnel caves in behind them, trapping them.

“We should use that weapon. It's worth the risk now,” Derek says.

“I might agree with you if I still had it. It's buried somewhere under all that,” Stiles says, nodding towards the caved in tunnel.

“What?”

“Sorry. Try to stay calm. I know it's hard.”

“You don't know anything. I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin. I need to do something. I can't take this.”

He pushes Stiles to the ground, straddling him.

Stiles pushes him off, standing up.

“You've never been hard to get, Stiles,” Derek said, rising to his feet.

“Well, I'm making an exception. I can't let you do this.”

“Oh, I bet you wish you could. All those invitations to dinner. And on the holodeck, the way you would stare at me when you thought I wasn't looking, and get jealous when I'm with someone else. You can't tell me you're not interested in me.”

“You're right. I can't,” Stiles admits.

“Then don't push me away,” Derek whispers, stepping closer to Stiles.

“Oh, believe me, I'd like to, but I know this isn't really you. You've made it clear that you're not interested, and I have to accept that's how you feel, even now.”

“No,” Derek said quietly. “No, it isn't… I was just afraid to admit it… I've wanted this for so long.”

He leans forward, bringing their lips together.

“Just let it happen,” Derek whispers as he pulls back from the kiss slightly.

He tilts his head, deepening the kiss. Stiles walks him back until Derek’s back is pressed against the cavern wall. He slowly draws back from the kiss, his face still close to Derek’s and his voice barely more than a whisper as he says, “I hope someday you'll say that to me and mean it.”

Derek shoves him back, enraged. “You'd let me go insane rather than help me?”

“You know that's not true.”

“Just stay away from me,” Derek shouts, sinking down to the floor and curling up in the corner.

A little while later, Derek lifts his head, looking around. His voice is quiet, confused, as he asks, “Where are we?”

“Still stuck in the cave, I'm afraid,” Stiles tells him.

“The cave?” Derek tries to think. “The gallicite. Where's my tricorder?”

“We're not looking for the gallicite anymore. We're trying to get back to the ship, remember?” Stiles prompts, his voice soft and calming.

Derek looks even more confused. “No, I don't.”

There’s a loud crash as one of the large rocks falls away from the wall. Stiles steps away from Derek, helping whoever it is on the other side push aside the rocks.

Parrish’s face appears in the hole. “Are you two alright?”

“Derek needs help. We've got to get him out of here.”

Once they’re back on the surface, they try to contact the ship, but there’s no response.

“There must be some kind of communications problem. I'm sure they'll clear it up soon,” Parrish says.

Boyd looks at Derek. “It may not be soon enough. I am concerned about the rapid progression of his symptoms.” He looks at Stiles. “You must help him now, Mister Stilinski. If he does not resolve the Pon farr, he will die.”

Stiles lets out a sigh. Parrish and Boyd leave them alone. Stiles walks over to where Derek’s sitting, huddled near the entrance of the cave. He kneels before him.

“Derek, I know this is a pretty bizarre situation, probably not what either one of us had in mind, but it's too late to worry about that now.”

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts.

“Yeah?”

“Be quiet.”

Derek takes Stiles’ hand and leads him into the underbrush. In a small clearing, Derek pulls Stiles close, brushing his face against Stiles’ wrist to feel his pulse before nuzzling his face into Stiles’ neck.

“Is this the part where you throw heavy objects at me?” Stiles says teasingly.

“Maybe later,” Derek mutters, his voice slurred as he loses himself in the moment.

“I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to do,” Stiles admits, but when Derek doesn’t respond, he mirrors Derek’s actions, taking Derek’s hand in his and brushing his lips against his wrist before burying his face in the curve of Derek’s neck, letting out a low, animalistic growl.

Derek throws Stiles to the ground, straddling him and pinning his hands above his head.

Stiles doesn’t resist.

Derek looks confused. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying myself?” Stiles replies.

“Then show it.”

Stiles smirks, flipping Derek on his back and pinning him to the ground. They roll around, struggling the way Klingons do when a branch snaps and a familiar voice shouts, “You are my mate, not his!”

“What are you doing here?” Derek shouts, glaring at Jennifer as he and Stiles rise to their feet. Stiles steadies Derek, the man weakened by the Pon farr.

“I've come to claim you, to fulfil our bond, and if necessary, to face my rival,” she says, glaring at Stiles.

Parrish and Boyd step into the clearing, following the sound of shouting.

“I declare Koon-ut-kal-if-fee,” Jennifer announces.

“The ritual challenge,” Boyd explains. “She intends to fight to win her mate.”

“You want a fight? You've got one,” Stiles challenged.

“Hold on, Stiles. There's not going to be any challenge,” Parrish says calmly, stepping between them. “Are you responsible for the ship being out of contact?” he asks Jennifer.

“It was necessary to disable the communications, transporters and shuttles,” she says. “No one will keep me from my mate.”

“I am not your mate!” Derek growls.

“We will soon decide that.”

“If anyone is going to smash your arrogant little face in, I will! I take your challenge myself.”

Parrish and Stiles look to Boyd.

“She has the right to choose her own defender, even herself,” he says. “Both must resolve their Pon farr before it kills them. I see no alternative but to follow Vulcan tradition.”

“Alright,” Parrish reluctantly agrees.

Derek and Jennifer fight. They’re evenly matched—throwing punches and kicks. The two fall to the ground, wrestling and struggling as they exchange blows until finally Jennifer collapses, unable to get up. Derek staggers back, completely disorientated. He falls into Stiles’ arms.

“Is it over?” Stiles asks, worried.

“The blood fever has been purged,” Boyd says. “It is over.”

Later, once Derek has recovered, they return to their duties. Derek is in the turbolift as the doors open for Stiles.

Stiles steps into the turbolift, the awkward tension filling the air.

“Looks like you’re feeling better,” Stiles says, trying to break the awkward silence. “Back on duty?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Derek says. “And yes. The warp coils should be good as new by the end of the week.

“Oh, good. Glad to hear it.” He pauses. “Computer, halt turbolift.”

The turbolift stops.

Stiles turns to Derek. “Look, this is ridiculous. We are going to be together on this ship for a long time.”

“You're right. We have to pretend that the whole thing didn't happen.”

“But something did happen, Derek.”

“Look, Stiles, I really appreciate what you did—what you were willing to do—for me. But as far as I'm concerned, I was under the influence of some weird Vulcan chemical imbalance, and, and whatever I did, whatever I said, it wasn't me.”

“Yeah, I know. You're afraid that your big, scary Klingon side might have been showing. Well, I saw it up close, and you know, it wasn't so terrible. In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing it again someday.” He turns away, hiding his smirk as he says, “Computer, resume.”

The turbolift slows. The doors open and Derek steps out.

“Careful what you wish for, Lieutenant,” he says over his shoulder, leaving Stiles stunned as the turbolift doors close.

#long post #seriously long post #text post #sterek #sterek au #sterek star trek au #sterek star trek: voyager au #sterek star trek voyager au #sterek voyager au #the perfect enemies to friends to lovers #with a whole lot of smut #i want to write this so hard #sterek imagine #imagine sterek

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lily-of-the-eyrie · 5 years

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Here’s that long-overdue revision of that cast sheet attached to my first info post on the 35th, featuring the Colonel’s team! 🍊

Extended character sheets & HCs below:

🍊 The Colonel

Born: 1700 Age (in 1750): 50

The fatherly commanding officer of the 35th. Known for the sincerity in his concern for the rest of his soldiers, from the oldest of officers to the newest of recruits, he’s well-loved by his men.

The type to regularly check in on his subordinates, he keeps a close eye on everyone to make sure they stay out of trouble. It’s not only about making sure everybody’s doing their job, though—if he notices a soldier looking like they’re down in the dumps for one reason or another, he’s never afraid to step in and talk to them. As such, he wound up knowing quite a bit about a lot of his men’s personal lives (but he wouldn’t tell another soul, you have his word on it). On the other end, said men agree that he’s a very approachable boss.

Generally a gentle teacher, he’s not a huge fan of using corporal punishment like it’s the one solution to every problem. But he is still quite the strict disciplinarian, and holds all his subordinates to high standards. While this means he wouldn’t flog anyone over an improperly-cocked hat or a sloppily worn coat, do expect those concerned to get advised about it (relentlessly, if they persist in their inattentiveness).

Through his eternally busy days juggling the regiment’s management with Templar work, he makes it a point to ensure that his soldiers are well taken care of. He took it as his obligation and duty to them as their leader, and a proper reward for their loyalty and the hardships they suffer through in the name of their service; however, he also inwardly also saw it as a way to make up for the unfortunate and worrying frequency with which his men seemed to, in one way or another, keep getting caught in the crossfire of the Templar-Assassin war, which follows him wherever he goes as a member of the Templar Order.

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Through the years, the Colonel had accumulated something of a close team of soldiers within his own regiment whose members had, at some point in time, had an unfortunate run-in with the Assassins, and are therefore more aware of the shadowy war unfolding around them than the rest of their oblivious comrades. Not all of them are full time Templars, but if the Colonel needs a few extra hands to help him carry out some Templar duties (or even anything else outside work, really), they’re always ready to chip in.

Here’s a quick chart for everyone, sorted by age:

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🍊 John

Born: 1697 Age (in 1750): 53

One of the veteran sergeants within the regiment, John’s the oldest member of the gang—older than even the Colonel himself, in fact (by 3 years, to be precise). Usually found somewhere near his boss, he’s the only actual ring-carrying Templar in the party, and serves as the Colonel’s personal aide in the Order’s matters.

Calm and even-tempered, he’s attentive to his charges, who in turn consider him someone they can easily talk to about their problems. He’s grown into a sort of mentor figure in the barracks, and as such, if there’s any internal trouble brewing among the soldiers, he’s often the first to pick up on it—he’s got eyes and ears on every wall.

A really, really old friend of the Colonel’s, he’s been standing at the man’s side for the last 40 years, serving as his assistant since the day Monro stepped into the barracks as a fresh-faced greenhorn no older than 16. The arrangement had been the work of the Colonel’s father, who’d wanted someone to help his son settle down into his new life with the army and the local Templar network—a request that John had volunteered to fulfill.

While that was the first time the two of them met, the story goes way further back. John's father was a soldier who had once fought alongside Monro Sr. in Flanders during the Nine Years War; coming along with the latter’s family when they moved over to Ireland, he’d been serving them as a guard. An Assassin attack targeting Monro Sr. at around this time ended up killing John’s father in the process; feeling responsible for his friend’s death, the Colonel’s father decided to help support the man’s widow and 5-year-old son even after the Monros moved back to Scotland. Eventually, when he got older, John joined the 35th Foot, and was only too happy to help when he heard that his longtime patron’s son was coming over.

Having stood side by side with the Colonel for literally his whole career both as a soldier and as a Templar, they’d been through a lot of shit together, and John knows a lot of things about his boss many others have no idea about. From paltry episodes like watching young Ensign Monro fumble with the regimental colours for the first time to life-or-death situations like covering for each other during clashes in Assassin territory, he’s been there and done it all. If you want to hear an interesting story about the Colonel, you can try grill John for one (he’s one tight-lipped fellow though, so it won’t be easy).

Given his circumstances, he’s got a good reason to not be very fond of Assassins, but doesn’t let it get to his head, and he’d long outgrown any leftover considerations of petty revenge. He’s more concerned about avoiding the same fate that befell his father now.

While it took him a very long time to get promoted to Sergeant, he has no intention of going any higher, since his current position puts him in the best place to still stick around the rank and file. The Colonel can approach any of the officers anytime and keep tabs on them himself, but seeing that there are things that most of the common soldiers would consider too petty or crass to talk about right in front of him, that’s pretty much John’s front to cover (though the privates, on the other hand, have somewhat noticed that whatever they tell John seems to find its way to the Colonel’s ear soon enough, and do use him as an unofficial multipurpose helpline from time to time).

Took a liking to muskets for their versatility, and makes it a point to get good at using one…which he did, earning the jealous glare of the resident self-proclaimed best shot, Philip.

🍊 Thomas

Born: 1726 Age (in 1750): 24

An easygoing fellow who takes things in stride, he believes the cheapest and most effective way to lessen any kind of misery is to let go of them ASAP. Though he’s incessantly chirpy for most part, his friends do appreciate his ability to keep people’s spirits up even in trying times.

Joined the army for the money—coming from a family on the verge of poverty with too many children but too little money to afford an apprenticeship for every one of them, and rather enticed by the idea of traveling around by joining the army, he took up soldiering instead (plus he thinks the uniforms look cool).

Very close with William, one of his older brothers who signed up together with him. While they’re polar opposites in terms of personality, they’re pretty much joined at the hip in everything else. You’ll see them going around together most of the time.

After an incident involving working together with the Colonel and John to save William, who had gotten kidnapped by some thugs in 1743 shortly after they joined the regiment, he’d grown to be quite attached to his commander, and is always ready to do anything for the man (yes, he always goes around camp looking like the Colonel’s biggest fan and isn’t ashamed of it). He’s usually up and about running errands for the Colonel.

Good at cooking, he seems to always know the right moment to flip a pancake or take the stew off the fire, or exactly how much salt or sugar to put on something. While most of the other soldiers considered cooking just another part of their daily routine, he approached it like a hobby (and will totally offer to run errands for you in exchange for some condiments he couldn’t obtain by himself). In the meantime, his mates are more than happy to leave cooking duties to him—especially William, who’s fully aware that he can’t cook for shit and owns it.

Always hungering for cooking ingredients, Thomas will often frequent the garrison’s gardens looking to trade materials with some friends, and spends a lot of time at the town markets. Once out in the wilderness in the colonies though, he’s often found wandering among the light infantry company in search of wild mushroom picking tips or the like... Or he might just go bug Gist when he’s around.

🍊 William

Born: 1724 Age (in 1750): 26

Thomas’ more responsible older brother.

Tries to keep Tommy out of trouble 90% of the time, but may be tempted to join in for the remaining 10%.

Aware of their family’s unfortunate financial state, suffering from difficulty in finding other kinds of work, and seeing joining the army as better than being a vagrant, he decided to go along with his brother’s career plans. Still, he’s hoping they don’t have to get sent right into the frontlines…

Got kidnapped while on patrol duty once. It turns out that the kidnappers were affiliated with the Assassins, and were paid to beat some information out of a particular redcoat which their sources told them could help with identifying a suspected Templar—except they got the wrong person (they were actually looking for John). He was eventually saved with the Colonel’s and Thomas’ combined efforts, but the incident did leave a few scars, the most noticeable one being the cut right across his face.

Needless to say, he came out of the experience a little worse for wear, but grew the same attachment his brother did for their commander. The Colonel was still a Captain back then, but still, seeing one of your higher-tier superiors come to get your commoner ass out of trouble in person is pretty powerful stuff.

While not as impulsive and/or courageous as his little brother, William is the more strategic of the two. He doesn’t get much credit for it as a foot soldier whose on-the-job effectiveness depends on how well he follows orders, but if you’re planning a sneak attempt into or out of an Assassin hideout and need someone who can think on his feet, he’s your man.

Very good at cards, so much that anyone who played against him will say that the only winning move is to not play at all. He jokes that it’s all because his bad luck is all getting used up elsewhere, but honestly nobody knows how he kept such a good win-lose ratio.

Not a very good cook. He can help with preparing the materials, but once they’re in the pan or the pot, it’s Jesus-take-the-wheel time.

🍊 Philip

Born: 1721 Age (in 1750): 29

A ladies’ man with a showy streak.

To his credit, he never brags about something he didn’t work to earn.

Joined the army primarily to impress a girl he was smitten with, and was always eager to drill, march, or anything “soldierly”. Unfortunately, the girl ended up taking off with someone else instead, which threw him off for a bit. The Colonel, noticing that the promising new kid everyone’s talking about seemed rather distraught, helped him get back up on his feet (…by taking him to go blow some stuff up together in the training field, but the point was that it worked).

He’s always trying to stay on top of the class among his colleagues, but is a good teacher to his juniors. He’s also got something of a friendly(?) rivalry going on with John.

When not on duty, he’s usually hanging out in the nearest pub, charming (or trying to charm) the local ladies over some drinks.

He loves the view from the guard towers, and will continue to loudly proclaim it no matter how many insinuations about intelligence and high altitude his friends lovingly toss at him (it’s something of a running joke at this point, yes).

A sharp-eyed fellow, he’d often be the first guard, if not the only one, to spot some shady hooded figures slipping around the base. The other guards seem to think that he was hallucinating or making things up because they never saw anything...but not the Colonel, who gave Philip a toned-down explanation of the hooded figures’ identity, and tasked him with keeping the base safe from them as well as he can.

🍊 Henry

Born: 1721 Age (in 1750): 29

The local stick-in-the-mud.

The second son of a relatively prosperous landowner, he lived a comfortable life growing up. Having dreamed of joining the army since he was a boy, he’d joined in as soon as he can, and had plans of paying his way up the career ladder quickly...until a string of bad business deals soured the family finances, rendering the plan unfeasible. Not keen on quitting halfway through (and more than a little in denial about his now flatter, lighter purse), he resolved to just earn those promotions with sheer hard work instead.

This did give him a bit of a complex about his superiors though, especially the lower-ranking ones, since he believed the only difference between them and himself is that they had money and he didn’t. Of course, he couldn’t talk shit about them openly, but he does fret about it a lot…

He grew to be a bit of penny-pincher, a trait he saw as common and inevitable among the foot soldiers due to their very meagre pay, but didn’t expect the higher-ranking, definitely better paid officers to have—which was why he was surprised to find out that the Colonel, unlike his presumably rich fellow commanders, seemed rather stingy himself. He turned up his nose at this in the beginning, until the Colonel took notice of his management skills and entrusted him with some of the renovation projects he’d been doing on the side. Having discovered that said projects were where most of his superior’s money had gone, his opinion of the Colonel took a turn for the better.

Eventually warming up to the job, he grew an attachment to the idea that it was a thing worth doing well, and had been pouring his full effort into it ever since. The Colonel’s quite pleased with this development.

His renovation-related errands often sends him right at Paul, one of the regiment’s grenadiers who had previously worked in construction. They became good friends pretty quickly.

Speaking of which, even outside his errands, Henry tends to hang around Paul a lot—since he’s a rather slight fellow, Thomas theorizes that he may have felt safer standing close to people who look like 100-year-old trees...

Tends to overthink things, needs to be watered with reassurance regularly.

Highly susceptible to the cold, he doesn’t do very well during winters. He’d really rather stay indoors when it’s snowy outside...

While he spends a lot of time with paperwork, he’s also an impressively fast runner, and could beat the rest of the group easily in a footrace—a fact that he’s inevitably rather smug about.

Since his involvement with the Colonel’s work mostly centers around his renovation projects, Henry’s the one least exposed to the Assassin Brotherhood among his friends. However, he does have an extensive knowledge of the Colonel’s friend network outside the army, and often wonders why they all wear that fancy ring.

🍊 Paul

Born: 1715 Age (in 1750): 35

The quietest of the bunch. Neither wordy nor loud, you won’t hear much from him while at work.

Formerly a bricklayer by trade, he joined in for a more stable, less seasonal income. He’s usually found quietly doing whatever task happened to be assigned to him that day, and probably one of the few people in the camp who isn’t bored to death by sentry duty.

It was during one such shift guarding one of the army’s storehouses during the regiment’s stay in Cork that he first encountered an Assassin. While by no means a careless fighter, he’d also never seen a hidden blade before—a disadvantage that nearly got him killed. Surviving the assault by the sheer luck of help arriving before he bled out to death on the ground like the rest of his comrades around him, he’d been wondering about the strange blade ever since—until he saw the Colonel going toe to toe with someone wielding one such weapon like he’d been doing it all his life. Naturally, he’s got some questions for his commander, who taught him just enough to keep himself and the other soldiers alive should they run into another wielder of this mysterious blade.

On a more informal level, he’s more or less the unofficial babysitter for the party, in charge of breaking up petty bickering between William and Thomas, playing Henry’s therapist, trying to make sure Philip doesn’t drink himself under the table when fooling around at the bar, etc. The Colonel’s quite thankful for his looking out for the others, since he often couldn’t do it himself.

He took a liking to fishing, seeing it as a hobby where he can sit alone in peace for a (rather long) while. During off hours, you might see him by the quayside or on the shore.

🍊 Extra HCs

Given their varying circumstances, all the boys have differing levels of awareness when it comes to the Templars’ and Assassins’ existence. ・John knows pretty much all the ground details of the Colonel’s Templar operations and sometimes even tags along with him on them, but he doesn’t sit in meetings the Colonel has with the Order’s higher-ups (Birch, Lawrence, Haytham, etc.) ・The Walsh brothers, given their close-and-personal encounter with the Assassins, kinda know that (1) there’s this thing called “the Assassin Brotherhood”, and (2) for whatever reason, they’re out for the Colonel and his friends. They’re not sure what to make of it, but they’re 100% certain they’re not going to let those shady guys have their commander. ・Henry has no idea whatsoever about the Assassins, and with his specialty being renovation-related desk jobs, he doesn’t really have the chance to run into them. ・Philip and Paul only know that if they see someone skulking around the base wearing a hood and has a knife strapped to their arm, they can’t be up to any good; however, the Colonel had ordered them not to engage these suspicious figures unless they get too close to the fort/camp, and be extra careful when they choose to fight them.

When it comes to splitting up into groups for work, John, Thomas, and William tend to work with the Colonel on out-of-base activities, while Henry, Philip, and Paul watch the base while they’re gone. However, when the situation calls for it, they can get swapped around; for example, if the Colonel needs extra help on the bone-crunching side, he could bring Paul instead of Thomas or William (though those two tend to get antsy if you split them up, no matter how much they deny it, so there’s that to consider too—team management is such great fun /s)

The Colonel originally had no plans to adopt so many people in his own regiment, since he risked tipping off the Assassins about a Templar’s presence in it if he did, but well, sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way you planned it to be. In the end, rather than repeatedly letting his men get stabbed for a war they never even knew existed, he decided to let a few of them know what they’re up against. He’s fully aware that he’d get in hot water with his Templar seniors if he starts handing out adoption papers to all his soldiers like it’s going out of style though, so he does keep a cap on it, even if it means he can’t always save them all—a fact that plagues him a lot.

That said, he does find his little accidental gang to be very lovable, even if some of its members do not have their shit together sometimes...but they’ll grow up eventually.

On the group’s end, knowing that their boss actually gave a damn about their problems and whether they lived or died did a lot to solidify their loyalty to him—or, as they like to call it, their “sense of teamwork”.

📝 Miscellaneous Notes

Thank you for reading! I’ve been toying with the idea of giving the Colonel some friends among his own troops, and well, it’s not AC until the Assassins get involved, so I tried writing in how the common redcoats under his command would have potentially interacted with the Brotherhood—something which we all know happens quite frequently 👀

When developing this crew, I made it a point to tie them into the Colonel’s story in one way or another—this ranges from callbacks to stuff us players had had to do (Henry w/ renovation sidequests, Paul w/ warehouse raids), bits of info in the Colonel’s lines (Philip’s story grew out of that gunpowder line at Ben Franklin’s place), and main story quest-type ideas (Thomas & William’s story was written as something that could’ve fit into an Assassin-related Templar mission). John’s a bit of a special case: his job is mainly to be someone who knows what’s really going on other than the Colonel himself, because otherwise the poor man wouldn’t have anyone to talk to 😂 Also I thought it’d be nice to give the Colonel someone who’s to him like Lee or Holden was for Haytham, so there he goes 😀

Given how this entire gang’s story happened pre-1750 and I haven’t fine-tuned all the details of that segment of the Colonel’s backstory yet, I might still change a few parts of that character data table (this is why their birthplaces are so vague 😂), but this is what I’ve got so far.

#⟪Portraiture 🎨⟫#⟪Muster Roll 👥⟫#after 14398 years the boys are finally #ready to roll out #😂#alright so #now if you see some redcoats wandering around in the background of my doodles #you can probably tell who they are #:3c

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vaguely-concerned · 5 years

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the mandalorian episode 6... AGAIN yes that’s right it’s a rewatch

- the unending escalation of mando’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is hilarious in an awful way. ‘yeah I didn’t tell you but we’re using your ship and you’re not getting out of it lol. xi’an -- you know, the xi’an whose brother you apparently left behind to get caught and who has a very weird and uncomfortable crush situation on you? she’s coming along! we’re attacking a new republic prison ship b/c we thought you might get lonely with only half the bounty hunters in the galaxy after you and would like to have the full force of galactic law enforcement on your ass as well. the droid is coming along. the droid is going to be driving your ship! your team mates are deliberately stepping on your culture, your privacy and your boundaries. oh would you look at that they know where the baby is! they are.holding the baby and they know it’s important to you. they DROPPED THE BABY D: and now you have to leave the baby with the droid and get double crossed by your old ‘friends’ after they’ve alerted the entire republic and murdered an innocent civilian. have fun’

thank god he got to stalk them down like a terrifying horror movie villain, it was very cathartic for me

- I wonder if we’ll get an episode of actual cops being after our boys at some point, din certainly made an impression here haha. may especially be a factor if he ever needs to go more towards the core worlds in his hunt for others like the baby

- y’know watching this again I realized that one of the reasons he left the rest of the crew alive is probably that he’s already in ddddeeeeEEEEeep shit with the new republic after this and committing three murders on their ground is not going to look good if they ever figure out it was him. on the other side leaving them alive means they can spout whatever bullshit they want about him... but then again why would the republic believe any of them so eh. (come to think of it they don’t actually know much about him beyond the fact that he’s a mandalorian and has a falling-apart space ship anyway -- the only real ‘well fuck’ is that they know about the baby, that could be unfortunate) I hope mando left a note that was like ‘um. real sorry about all of this, I left you three presumably wanted criminals tied up with a bow and ready to face trial does that make it better? gotta go my baby is locked in the car with a murderbot and I am LOSING MY MIND’

- mando pulls in a deep ‘oh fuck’ sort of breath when he sees the guard :( he tried so hard to keep that situation contained. he’s really good at it too, he’s so calm and reassuring! if it weren’t for these other dicks I think he could have solved it peacefully. he does seem to have some real experience with hostage negotiations (and like I said in my ep 7 thoughts he’s very practiced at settling other people’s hot tempers, however he gained that expertise. too bad these guys aren’t really the type you can reason with.)

also he sounds like he’s swallowing down some IMMENSE stress when he explains what the tracking beacon is to the devil dude he just keeps getting more and more screwed in this ep and I feel bad

- even more sure now there was never a n y t h i n g between xi’an and mando at all. she’s just weird and creepy. ‘all business’ does seem to cover how that actually went from his side lol. (I have a little pet theory that he might have been running with these guys right after some big loss or falling out with his mando uh ‘parents’ or something like that -- the whole ‘target practice’ thing feels like something he might say to cover/deflect from some deep deep anger. ‘I don’t care what the job even is so long as I get to shoot something’ sort of deal, though it might be implied he did turn his back on them when they went too far. din certainly doesn’t sound proud of it when ran brings it up and deliberately distances himself from it.)

- it is interesting -- and very sweet -- how immediately he takes on a protective and mentor-ish/almost parental air when he meets younger people, even in the middle of this tense standoff. (young men from what we’ve seen specifically in toro and davin but I’m thinking it would extend to anyone young and uncertain he came across) in this case he is of course deliberately trying to forge a connection with the guy for a sort of selfish purpose and to deescalate the situation, but he does it so immediately and with a... warmth? almost? and concern there too. he clearly just wants the kid to be able to walk away from this unscathed because it’s not his fault he’s there doing his job. the mando adoption instinct remains irrepressible lol

I am so cuuuuurrrrriiooooouuuss about who raised him with the mandalorians and why they don’t seem to be relevant at all to his life anymore (purely statistically I’d say they probably died in the purge, but for narrative purposes it might be more interesting if they were estranged and needed to sort that out at some point)

- oh the stressed out little ‘ngh’ mando gives in his throat when they lock him in the cell D: (and he seems to be looking up at the ceiling/towards where the ship would be too so three guesses as to what he’s thinking about haha oh god this poor man just let him have some REsT. I don’t want to think about what these assholes would do with the baby, especially after zero found out about the bounty.)

- how he takes all three of them alive shows off how good he really is -- we get to see how easily he could have killed xi’an and mayfeld especially without them even knowing he was there, but he doesn’t and manages to pacify them + get them into the cell in time anyway. (and takes a knife in the arm for his troubles too ouch) this is his home turf! he’s not experienced with fighting animals (or the wilderness, I’m sort of getting the vibe), but he is very good at taking down sentients, non-lethally if necessary, that’s basically his entire job and he does it wonderfully

- the fact that he slowly kneels down in front of the baby even though every moment counts to get the hell out of there before the new republic ships arrive T________T and baby is just happy he’s theeeerrreee ugh I’m guessing he took the baby with him up in the cockpit and left qin to stew downstairs?

- there is a delicious poetic justice in the fact that the x-wings probably only open fire because the base was launching a gunship. if ran could have not been completely terrible for like half a minute he might have survived. sucks to be you dude.

“no questions asked. that’s the policy, right?” <3

...I think din and corvo attano would be good bros if they could meet, hot single dads with a grim wry sense of humour and taste for karmic punishment unite

- this is the episode that gave me the fewest new thoughts after a rewatch, but that doesn’t really bother me -- it’s just a neat clean heist narrative with some cool fight scenes and an underlying tension and I have time for one of those every now and then.

#star wars #the mandalorian #meta #the mandalorian meta

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bluem0use · 5 years

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It's about time I introduced you to the cast of The Crackin'-Up Studios. Don't worry. You'll be seeing them again, especially in the mini-comics!

**In order from top to bottom, left to right**

Billie Bob Willie-Nillie Black Sheep: The overall face of The Crackin'-Up Studios itself. She is the ring leader to the whole circus. The pilot to all the flight attendance. The manager to a corporate office. You get the whole idea. She's one poppin' fire-cracker (A.K.A. has a short temper) that's all for the business, but doesn't mind getting silly from time to time. On screen, she is the definition of unpredictable and crazy, fun and silly. She's a gun happy country gal that started off small and came out big with her talents for making people laugh. She worked hard to get her way to the top. And all of it has obviously paid off. If someone was to use words to describe her, it would be fun, loving, friendly, brave, courageous, generous, the list could go on and on. This gun-loving little lady, no matter where she goes, always somehow seems to change people's lives. And for the better.

Poochie Pooh Poodle: Billie's partner-in-crime. Her bestest friend since her younger years. Her ride or die buddy. Poochie is the main co-star to the series, and a serious eye-candy to men. While Billie is featured as the funny, wacky, unpredictable, quirky character on-screen of the trio, Poochie is often featured as the sex-appeal. The sex symbol. The hot mama. She also models as a little side job whenever necessary. She's the sweetest sweetie-pie you will ever meet in your life. However, proceed with caution. When provoked, she's one sassy gal and won't hesitate to give you a mouthful (and probably a gun wound) if you mess with her, or her friends.

Wolfie Blackfang Wolf: What's the three musketeers without a male in the picture? Wolfie may not have known these two women as long as they've known each other, but their his closest family he's ever had since he left the orphanage. He is also the main co-star to the series, accompanied by being the musical genius of the three. Since a young boy, Wolfie has practiced music as not only his hobby, but his life. His alluring ability was able to trap the young black sheep and poodle in a trance on a fateful night in a club where he worked to try and make a living, thus landing him a job and a ticket to materialization through the ladies. From there, he has always acted as the stud of the three, protecting them whenever they needed an extra hand and also charming women with his attractive voice along the way.

Candy Bat: This "monster", this "usually nocturnal creature of the night", this "mysterious shadow" is nothing but a sweet treat in the eyes of many who travel far and wide to Nightwalk Bay to get a taste of his sweet treats at the local candy shop. At least, that's what Billie, Poochie, and Wolfie will tell ya. Famous for his line of business, Candy Bat is a harmless, humble candy man..err..bat that seeks nothing but to fill the mouths of the fortunate with a sweet after-taste. His delicious pastries, frozen desserts, and fizzy drinks aren't the only thing that appeals to the eyes of many. He's also a support character at The Crackin'-Up Studios during the day and a friendly (but hissy, due to his uncontrollable excited hisses whenever he meets someone new and/or is excited) candy shop-keeper at night.

Scratches: Whoa, watch out for that web! There's a BIG spider up there! And his name is none other than Scratches, yet another support cast character for The Crackin'-Up Studios. When in the presence of my six-armed friend, be cautious. Scratches loves the ladies and will go through extreme lengths to entangle you in his web, if he deems you a worthy enough mate. Don't worry fellas, he doesn't swing that way. Though..spider's gotta eat, right? What? Spiders only eat insects? Not this playful, flirtatious one. Note that this spider is dead, and has been ressurrected after a deal made by Ozzan (scroll down to reference Ozzan's bio). Therefore, Scratches likes human flesh too. Dont worry too much though. He's too busy chasing both Poochie and Billie around the studios, trying to declare his love for them. Though...something about a huge demon spider just..turns those two ladies off.

Honey Hyena: As the name implies, this hyena is sweet as honey! Raised on a bee farm, this little lady never expected to end up being a supporting cast character to The Crackin'-Up Studios. That was, until a little Black Sheep mozied on over and decided to offer her the position and the materialization process just like everyone else. She figured the nice lady would need the money boost besides "Milkin' bees all day long" - Billie. Honey loves bees. In fact, on her days off from woking at the studios, that's all she does! Is work, work, work at her long-descended family bee farm, making honey and selling it for some dough (money) as a side job. She is also the motherly figure to all the cartoon ladies on set and often tries to share her knowledge with them in hopes she can help guide them on the right path. I mean, not everyone is perfect, right?

Bon Isabell Bunny: Daughter of a long deceased magician (who was, ironically a white bunny), she has seeked to find more support by becoming a supporting cast character to the TV series. However, though, she wasn't looking to be a supporting character when offered the job by Billie Bob. Bon has a bit of a...strong hatred for Billie Bob. Bon saw how much love and respect the black sheep got, even from her "enemies". So, what does this tempered (its just as bad as Billie's, trust me), quick-to-anger, grumpy gal do? Well, it's like they say, "Kill the sheep, take her wool!". That is...if she could catch her first. Forever caught in this game of cat-and-mouse on screen and off screen, Bon decided to settle into this position for now. Hopefully one day, her magic tricks and traps can pay off and actually earn her a spot in the lead position.

Bon Iseah Bunny: Twin brother to the other Bon Bunny, this bunny seems the complete opposite of his sister. This magic bunny doesn't mind being a supporting cast character, and instead enjoys making others smile with her magic tricks and qurkiness. After all, its what his deceased magician father would have wanted. He admires Billie and everything that she does not only for everyone else, but herself. He just hopes with time, his sister can see that. For now, this calm bunny will just have to play as yin to his sister's yang (A.K.A., trying his best to calm her in her most stressed and ferocious moments).

Molly Cow: Before her rise to fame as another member of The Crackin'-Up Studios crew, Molly Cow, the half-pig half-cow offspring, could not keep a job to save her life! She was lazy, less focused, often slacking or ducking off, and/or giving up before she even set foot in the door! The funny thing is, she wouldn't care, and just go back to living with her parents. Seeing as though Molly's confident and care-free attitude was a necessity to bring on some laughs, all Billie had to do was offer a hand to the voluptuous, intriguing young woman and for some odd reason, this cartoon has managed to keep the job ever since. Side note, if you ask her what her "other" job would be whenever she brings it up, it would be shopping. She is ALL about the fashion!

Malachi (formerly known as "Michael Jamesking"): Yes, Malachi is actually an angel. AND, he is also a featuring asset to the team whenever needed. With the help of one of Veronica's potions (scroll down to reference Veronica's bio), he has the ability to shrink down to size on command. He also is a good line of defense if life-threatening danger ever be-falls the company, for even if he is a judgement angel, he is considered very powerful against a mortal (unless demon weapons are used against him). He is pure, friendly, and kind, however, you must not associate yourself with the presence of evil upon first meetings. He IS a jugement angel after all and will be quick to judge you and shame you for your choice of sin and avoid you like the plague while also be-littleing you. Ironically, the only exception to this treatment is Ozzan (his best friend in all universes) and Bendy (in the head-canon canon universe). Also note, Malachi was never always Malachi. Malachi was once Michael, a regular, normal, working business man who unfortunately got hit by a car on his morning rush to work.

Ozzan: Oh boy. This one's a bad one. If you thought Scratches (scroll up to reference Scratche's bio) was bad, wait until you get a load of this one! This foul-mouthed, ill-mannered, obnoxious, flirtatious pervert is somehow a necessity to The Crackin'-Up Studios. His crude sense of humor and anctics tend to get a good laugh out of adults more than oblivious children. He will flirt with anything, sleep with anything, hell even risk catching some sort of SEXUAL DISEASE for anything that has legs. This man lives, breathes, and embraces everything that is bad at every cost, every time. Its possibly why he was so close to Lucifer (the Devil) back when he was in Hell. Though, take caution. If you piss him off (which isn't really hard to do), he WILL tear you to bits and peices with his bare fists. Also, beware of tentacles and trendils ladies. He has them everywhere and can use them not only in battle, but also for...other things. So beware and..make sure your doors are locked.

Veronica Bat: Born "Daddy's Little Monster", Veronica is the daughter of Candy Bat and Valentine Naxxremis (formerly Bat)(She will be referenced in the next ref). For most of her life, she has lived with her mother and embraced her witch-hood, which usually ends up with the little gloom and doom bookworm getting bullied for being a "half-breed". However, her luck gets turned around when she meets Billie Bob (like a lot of these people's do) who helps instill in her to be happy to be herself and to screw what everyone else says..and to also get back at them at all costs. She looks up to Billie and Poochie as her "Aunties", though, has trouble getting along with her father. She was raised to believe she had left her and her mother and never really loved them. Which, is obviously not true, but, she has a hard time believing that. Once welcomed to the cast, Veronica is a huge hit with the goth little teen girls who aspire to be like her: beautiful and mysterious. Let's just hope she gets he powers under control first, for she struggles with that a great deal on screen for comical effect and off screen.

Patricia Greene Pig: (A/N: She probably has had the MOST change out of all of them, so beware) Patricia is Delloris's (scroll down for Delloris's bio) bestest friend since childhood. Snobby, rude, sassy, class. All of these combined makes her perfect for scenes where she's the girl that thinks she's too good for the male trying to win her heart. Likes are, their only trying to "woo" it for her money. Oh, did I mention she's very wealthy? Her and Delloris aren't friends for nothing. You have to have some sort of status when it comes to getting in goods with the mayor's one and only daughter. Also note that Patricia is an EXTREME germo-phobe and will pelt you down with germ-x if you've so much as TOUCHED an un-sanitized door knob.

Hank Kat: Hank Kat has been an aspired musician since he was a little boy. He has really known the struggles of what it's like to be broke from both of his poor parents. So, as a way to raise some money, he went out on the streets and played his father's old rusty trumphet for some pocket change. Crowds were so awed at his talent, before long, Hank was hitting the clubs to try and win over some cash to take care of his parents once he became of age. Similar to Wolfie, Poochie had just so happened to stumble upon him. Though they didn't exactly see eye-to-eye due to species war, they were able to put their differences aside the night they had spent together, dancing the night away. As they danced, Poochie would listen to this party-goer's story and become sympathetic for the poor fellow. Thus, she figured his wallet could be fed a little more and thus offered for him to be a support character on the team. With his toe-tappin', feed stompin', hand wavin; jams that he can play on trombone, trumphet, pretty much just about any instrument he could blow into, he would become not only a major asset to the supporting cast, but also the music, both at his day job at the studios and his night job in the clubs.

Puncho: This "unstoppable brick wall" can take a punch and also pack it. After all, they don't call him "Puncho" for nothing! Though he's not much of fan favorite unless it comes to his famous boxing episodes, Puncho is a well-served supporting cast in the crew. He's often seen alongside his partner, Scraps Skunk (scroll down for Scrap's bio), no matter what the situation. He has a temper just like Billie, girl Bon, and Ozzan, however, instead of unleashing it by yelling at coworkers and throwing large objects (Billie), chasing someone down the hall with a chainsaw (Girl Bon), or spewing a bunch of curse words that's enough to make a sailor blush (Ozzan), he lets out his steam in the ring. He is the undefeated champion (if you don't count his and Billie's first brawl in one of her posters) within the boxing ring and anyone who dare wants to challenge him in taking his belt, well. Better be prepared for the pain. Bring a lot of ice.

Scraps Skunk: A timid, shy soul who is pure and good at working the ring as a referee. He plays fair though, he always will support his bestest friend, Puncho no matter what. His often scared, frightened, shaky attitude is welcomed on screen whenever needed. He was often bullied through his childhood and unlike those who have toughed up from it, he only seemed to soften. Hell, even Billie has chewed him out for his overly push-over nature. Though, she gives up. For nothing can change this poor man's soft heart and kind ways.

Wallis Moose: What else to say about this guy besides him obviously being a horrible detective? After his first appearance as one in one of Billie's episodes, Wallis fell in love with the idea of being one and even off screen, tries to solve "mysteries" wherever he is needed. However, he always slips up short and makes himself to be a fool. How did he even earn a spot on the team? Well, to put it simple, Wallis is a stone cold, hard drunk. He drinks and drinks and drinks, and when he's hiccuping and stumbling all over the place, Billie couldn't help but find it amusing the first time they met. After all, the first night they met, they both danced drunkinly through the streets of Nightwalk Bay, where they somehow met. As kooky as it sounds, it actually happened. Believe me.

Chico Georgina Chick: This once poor broken flapper was able to leave her broken past of having to prostitute herself on the streets and go some nights starving behind. Coincidentally, Chico was given another opportunity at a better life by Hank Kat (scroll up for Hank's bio), who happened to run into her at one of the clubs and show her a much better life than what she was living by offering her a position at the studios and materialization through the machine. Now a re-born, classy lady, this former flapper...heh...well, let's be honest. Girl loves to party and dance like there's none tomorrow, is ready to bring all the club's joy and bump to the table on screen. Hank is often seen by her side, playing away on his trumphet while she dances on top of a table. Nothing too promiscuous or provocitive. Want to keep the adult's attention but not as much. She's known as the party girl out of the group and also knows a thing or two about fashion. Also, keep her as FAR away from Molly (scroll up for Molly's bio) as possible..they fight a lot.

Delloris Acorn: Delloris is the beloved daughter of the mayor of Toon City, within the alternate world where cartoons "live". Her mother died giving childbirth and though she never knew her mother. She was always expected to act lady-like and proper, is why she carries herself that way. Though, the day Billie met Delloris and her father and was allowed to spend the day with her, Billie turned her upside down and all around. To the point Delloris came home, dress cut into a tank-top, short short overalls, knee-high socks, messy hair, and busted shoes. Billie's excuse was they were pig wrestling (no pun intended Patricia). Her father was awfully upset and almost demanded Billie to be arrested, however, Billie's sly deal to offer Delloris a spot at the studios was the only thing that saved her from some jail time. Now, while away from her rich and perfect life as the mayor's "little princess", she's allowed to get down and dirty. Especially on screen where down and dirty are necessary for some laughs.

Mad Mouse (also known as "Maddison K Mouse"): Why is this mouse so quiet and mysterious? Why does he never speak or even take off his goggles? Wait, is this mouse even a "he" at all? Well, yes and no. To put a long story short, back in these days and times of the early 1900s, women weren't taken seriously. Even toon women. Born a genius, the only way to get people to notice her freakishly large brain talent is to disguise herself as a man and as to go as "Mad Mouse" instead of "Maddison Mouse". However, her little secret couldn't be kept that long, for an incident in her labs caused her to lose part of her disguise and have to come clean to Billie, Poochie, and Wolfie. It was through them who helped her realize that, no matter who you are, your voice deserved to be heard no matter what. From that point on, this support cast member decided to cease wearing the disguse and be her actual self. Though, I wouldn't mess with this quiet little genius. She's a little...mad (crazy), as the legends and cartoons portray her as.

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duckyworth · 4 years

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Decided to upload one of my Pokemon Tales teams drawings from DeviantART here on Tumblr to share :D. So, this is my Galar team lineup (and I plan to be drawing more up to date drawings of the other team members and uploading them here too. Some other information can be found here. :) https://www.deviantart.com/duckyworth/gallery/28369217/pokemon

I’ve also tried working in some more darker and deeper elements into these characters in their bios. (I also noticed that for as snarky and rough as this team can be... a lot of them seem to be carrying much more emotional baggage too. )

So, from left to right, we have:

Ziggy the Male Cinderace – A rather sassy, stylish, swift and smooth talking individual, Ziggy was the unofficial mascot of a local football club before being adopted by Callum and his team, mainly being supervised by Sassy the Lopunny and Bolt the Manectric, who took notice of him as a Scorbunny for his athletic ability and his…. Dubious reputation of being a troublemaker in his old club, often talking the other members of the club into either getting valuable berries for him, smack talking them or being a general nuisance. With the team having a reputation of taking in former Team Skull member Acrid the Incineroar and putting her on the (for the most part) straight and narrow and turning the former criminal into a valued asset to the team, the club owner agreed to let Callum adopt him and train him. Ziggy accepted to join when he realised that the Galar championship would be taking them through the various cities of Galar, which he believed would help him look for something very important to him.

Unlike fellow former ne’er-do-well Acrid the Incineroar, who is trying to control her temper but is rather quick to lash out, and has learned to channel her anger into her strong attacks, and used her time in Team Skull to mainly build up her strong body, and had a whole team of Pokemon and Team Skull thugs who respected her and had a chaotic but comparatively positive family life, Ziggy is usually extremely calm and collected unless pushed and doesn’t often raise his voice, partially built up his running and jumping prowess through his time on the streets but is prepared to fight dirty and use quick wit and his silver tongue to bewilder others, and sadly had a rather problematic home life he had before he was forced away from his old home in some worn down abandoned warehouses in Monostoke.

With his father having mysteriously disappeared after an argument with his mate one day and his mother wanting nothing to do with her children and often just leaving them to fend for themselves unless it suited her own interests, Ziggy was often left in charge of looking after his many younger siblings and had to scour the streets for hours at a time to find food and shelter for them. His time on the street resulted in him becoming rather street smart and developing a silver tongue and sharp wit he uses to outsmart friends and foes alike, and it was through this tough living that he learned how to cook curry for his younger siblings, but as a result of only being able to eat cheap food he’s been able to steal, he hates the taste of ‘rich, high end’ food, and he was seen by his mother as an obstacle as she wished to control and use and train her children for her own ends, but Ziggy would have none of it. Ziggy enjoyed a few years of rebellion against his abusive mother, until she had enough of it and, after a rather nasty fight between them which resulted in her knocking Ziggy out, she left him for dead in a rubbish bin.

Thankfully, Ziggy was discovered by the manager of a Postwick Football Club, who nursed him back to health, and trained him in football. Ziggy’s kicking skills was used to knock out aggravators on the street by kicking stones into them and to aim at and break windows to sneak in and find food for his siblings, but the football manager taught him to use it for more constructive purposes, with his Obstagoon acting as Ziggy’s adoptive father.

Ziggy secretly cares about everyone else with a big brother instinct but is trying to keep up a tough persona, with a reputation of being a self made rabbit who fought his way through the rough and tumble back alleyways. (He’s such a tsundere. XD). However, Ziggy doesn’t hesitate to toss the odd bit of snark or snide remark towards someone on his team, which both earns some laughs and some scorn from his teammates when he manages to be insensitive to them, and being slightly manipulative with his honeyed words to guide his teammates towards the outcome he wants also hasn’t painted him in the best light at times. Ziggy tries to reason this as something he had to when he was living on the streets, but some of his teammates won’t have it and as such, he can come across as untrustworthy and insincere.

While Ziggy is proud of his wits and his speed and athletic prowess (and often goes out of his way to say ‘Faster than a shooting star, and twice as elegant!’ while running around with his teammates – even if he has a habit of falling asleep standing up because he wants to rush forward to another challenge), one way that you can anger him is by implying he’s ‘the best’ or saying he’s the best in his field. To mooch off of Ziggy’s success and make herself look better, Ziggy’s mother put her eldest son on a pedestal while also saying ‘That’s MY son!’ and also using her son’s sexuality to make herself look more open minded and improve her own popularity, which Ziggy caught word of. He wishes to be praised for his own merits and accomplishments rather than being praised for reasons that would make him feel like he hasn’t earned his success, and he hates those who would ‘accept’ him to make themselves look more open minded rather than out of any altruism towards him – the type of people who praise him not to do good but to LOOK good.

Ziggy’s 70s glam rocker-esque style was based on one of the few happy childhood memories of his. One day while scouring Motostoke, Ziggy came across a memorabilia store of 1970s fashions and music, and found it to his liking, and coming across an old abandoned record player, he began to enjoy listening to the music with his siblings and came across an abandoned coat off a small window shop dummy that he took to wearing as a Scorbunny. (His flashier jacket in the picture here was one bought by Callum as a present for Ziggy after he saved up money from the Gym Challenge for him as thanks for improving his conduct and being a valuable and cherished member of the team.)

Now a strong and accomplished member of the team, Ziggy continues his search for his missing younger siblings – word on the street is that there have been numerous sightings of his family all scouring the Wild Area and cities and Galar in search of Wishing Stars, almost as if they’ve enrolled themselves in a competition to gather as many as they can…. With some kind of mysterious otherworldly power as the grand prize…. Ziggy believes he knows who is responsible for setting his siblings up to do this... With his new friends and boyfriend Grenadier, Ziggy knows that no matter what his mother may have tried to force his siblings to do, his new team will give him more drive than she ever could.

Grenadier the Male Appletun - While travelling around Galar one day, Callum was walking through a huge apple orchard, where it was said that there was a Pokemon that had been terrorising a lot of the local bird Pokemon. Entering the orchard, Callum was attacked by a rather energetic…… Applin. Despite only knowing Astonish and Withdraw, the Applin had a rather bruised appearance, and despite not being built for fighting, that didn’t stop him from causing havoc anyway. Being able to catch the small but tough iron wall of an Applin, Callum started training him for his team, calling him Grenadier – both after the type of large apple, and after the type of soldier. Ziggy, being used to a life of living rough, began to team up with Grenadier in fights, while Grenadier realised that Ziggy that for all of his speed, due to his poor diet growing up, didn’t have the best endurance, began convincing him to eat more fresh fruit and began setting up a berry harvest with him.

Grenadier was able to catch up with Ziggy as a Raboot in a race despite being an Applin, and when Ziggy got to know him, he learned that Grenadier as a wyrm that had been previously bullied and pestered by bird Pokemon, so he used the experience to build up his body and fight back. Also, Grenadier is a rather friendly and approachable individual when you get to know him – but his bad reputation at the apple orchard where he grew up is something that made him a little bit of an urban legend among bird Pokemon. When he was an Applin, he pushed himself around in his apple to toughen himself up and had a rather large appetite – being larger than normal Applin, Grenadier chose only the largest apples he could find – one day knocking down a sweet apple from a tree in Hammerlocke and evolving into an Appletun with a slightly crustier and crispier exterior than other Appletuns. Grenadier is sometimes subject to bullying by larger opponents due to his smaller size and has a fear and animosity towards bird Pokemon as a result of his bad past with them, so Psyches the Xatu, Plumage the Pidgeot, Bill the Pelipper, Pingu the Empoleon, Smithee the Talonflame and Aolani the Oricorio are members of the team he doesn’t get along with at all, and the larger members of the team are ones he’s often wary around.

Despite his enjoyment for fights, Grenadier seems to be a bit of a daydreamer, and gets lost in thought when out and about with the others, preferring to take his time and take it slow in races compared to how he was as an Applin. Having mellowed out since his time before evolving, Grenadier has realised that he was doing himself a mischief trying to rush into battle in his youth, and prefers to take it slow, often on purpose to attract bird Pokemon to beat up, and his drive to toughen himself up and never back down from those that could abuse him is something Ziggy relates to, and finds strangely attractive in him, same goes for Grenadier’s more positive outlook on life and trying to take life one problem at a time rather than plan it all out like Ziggy does – Ziggy finds it to be a nice contrast. As they began to team up together, Ziggy and Grenadier began to develop a romantic affection towards each other, and enjoy it when they team up together in fights. But on the other hand, Ziggy’s growing enthusiasm to rush about compared with Grenadier’s slower approach to life can sometimes cause tension, such as when Ziggy begins pestering Grenadier to run to the other side of a set up camp or Grenadier yells for Ziggy to slow down. But the next second, you can see Grenadier asking Ziggy to pick him up or bend down so Grenadier can lick his cheek.

Buzzbi the Female Low Key Toxtricity – Buzzbi, before she was taken in by the Daycare Centre on Route 5, was stuck alone in the wild, being extremely jumpy to all the eerie noises that she heard around her deep in the woods, be it from ghost Pokemon, the cars passing by or even the gentle breeze through the trees. A very high strung Pokemon, Buzzbi was taken in by the Route 5 Daycare Centre when she was rooting around their rubbish one day, and when Callum and his team visited the Daycare Centre, she seemed to take a liking to them, and tagged along with them on their adventures, becoming Ziggy’s best friend.

Buzzbi’s army jacket, goggles, gasmask, hat and armband were something she picked out from a military surplus shop she and Callum went into once, and the tape recorder was something she’s been using to record any sounds outside she finds interesting or scary, or preferably, using it to soothe her nerves with metal or the sound of her team’s voices whenever she begins to feel flustered or panicked. When she’s feeling particularly angry or frustrated, she sometimes puts on the gas mask over her mouth completely.

With her acting like a regular excitable wild child in her youth, everyone was rather scared and wary of Buzzbi as a Toxel, with her unpredictable temperament and easily shattered nerves, but they went from being scared to seeing her as being more approachable but still rather confusing when she evolved into Toxtricity. It can be said that Buzzbi has a…. unique manner of going about things like exercising and battles – she’s often taken the most roundabout route to get the ball when its tossed her (going in serpentine and circles rather than a straight line), she's had Ziggy and Octavia nick the ball from her a few times..... but she just keeps on running right past it, and when playing with the feather stick, she ends up straight up missing it a few times with her kicks.

it was discovered that when she was given food, she ate with an extremely hearty appetite…. A bit too much of an appetite for her to handle – she has a tendency to eat too quickly and accidentally make herself sick, which is something that her teammates are monitoring – and before she started watching her food intake, she factored this into her Poison attacks.

While Buzzbi has a rather carefree, boisterous and adventurous personality in contrast to her being rather jumpy, a lot of the joking she has with her friends is an attempt by her to mask her insecurities regarding her mental state and being high strung, with her often lamenting that she never asked to turn out this way and feeling like she’s a mistake, along with her having never really known her parents. When she uses her Boomburst and Overdrive moves, she channels some of her inner frustrations into it, with her having turned to heavy metal as a way to let out her bottled anger, which she feels does occasionally help – one of her telltale nervous tics is her tapping or strumming impatiently at the protrusions on her chest. Some motherly Pokemon in the team like Cuddles the Bewear have tried to help her accept herself for strengths, and she often goes to counselling sessions led by Cerise the Cherrim and Honey the Vespiquen to help her come to terms with her problems and combat them.

Dazzle the Female Hatterene – An extremely well known witch, Dazzle has always been used to time in the spotlight and attracting attention. A rather sassy and diva like individual, and making no secret of the fact she’s even so much as entered a room, Dazzle makes no excuse to showboat herself in battle and in her own abilities, being extremely proud in her psychic prowess, often to the point of coming across as cocky… which is something that can make her come at odds with Ziggy and other members of the team who don’t approve of her occasional narcissism. When going around camp, Dazzle often performs tricks for her teammates by tossing the play balls throwing to her around with her psychic abilities, and in battles she makes a spectacle of her impressive Psychic attacks, Shadow Claw, Magical Leaf and Dazzling Gleam. Another way she’s become a rival of Ziggy is with her rather opulent and alluring characteristics, which he sees as a threat to his own theatrics. Inspired by Aggie the Noivern’s rather well kept fluff (something that the bashful vampiress Aggie sees as rather flattering – another thing to give her something to blush about ) and Fluffles the Linoone, she has a habit of fluffing her voluminous hair around her – and yet again, Ziggy and her often have competitions to see whether her hair or his chest fluff is more fluffy. (Ziggy often steals the hair brush she uses to fluff up his own chest, driving her nuts. )

However, her flaunting her own abilities is a kind of coping mechanism for her own insecurities and inner flaws – being in the Hattena line, Dazzle is often driven mad by strong emotions around her, and she has also had some noticeable incidents when she’s had some rather abhorrent admirers or those who would ostracize her based on her appearance or her species’ reputation for lashing out at those with strong emotions. She doesn’t actively seek out those with strong emotions to hunt them down, but with them being EVERYWHERE, she doesn’t get much of a break from sensing them. And if someone is chasing after her, out comes the Psycho Cut or Shadow Claw attack.

While she does understand emotions, she’s always had problems expressing how she feels properly and wonders how others express their feelings, as sensing strong emotions is something that bothers her immensely. This often leads to her emotions being out of tune with certain situations, or when she tries to show one emotion, she can have a tendency to yell extremely loudly or have no indoor voice. This results in her becoming rather menacing when she’s angry as a simple change in tone of her voice can let you know that she means business – she can be subdued or she can yell, but you never know what she’ll do next if you’ve riled her. This is also reflected in her diet – she prefers to only eat food with very subtle or subdued flavours, and is aware that she’s a pretty fussy eater. Spending time aura senser Tyson the Lucario has been one way she's been trying to learn to remain calm while detecting auras or emotions.

As a Hattena, it was noticed that the little boots she was wearing covered feet that had numerous bruises on them. Being taken to the Pokemon Centre, Dazzle had these marks treated and it was thought she had been rather clumsy or had a tendency to bruise her feet, and it was brushed off. Unfortunately, when she evolved and she started wearing gloves over her hands and arms, the marks returned… The gloves hide the marks of a rather… tragic method she used to use to suppress her feelings or distract her from strong emotions she felt, and taking her gloves off is a sure fire way to bring back some suppressed memories she’d rather forget…

Cesare and Dazzle started off their time on the team always arguing with each other, with Dazzle’s rather proud demeanour being something that Cesare found rather offputting, while Cesare’s feasting on negative emotions was something Dazzle couldn’t understand – the different way they dealt with emotions and the occasional spat that they have over little minor details can cause friction and arguments between them in camp. However, when Callum and his team put them together into fights to try and build their team work, the two had a surprising synergy set up – Cesare’s protectiveness of his companions and Dazzle’s intolerance for rude opponents combined with their strong attacks attacks made them to be quite a team, and Cesare helped to comfort Dazzle whenever she was feeling sad or scared, being able to take some of the negative emotions off of her. And Dazzle had to admit that not only was he noble, but Cesare was pretty easy on the eyes… which caused the few times she had strong emotions which made her confused as to why for once she didn’t mind it…As they spent more time together, the two fell in love, with Ziggy often yelling ‘get a room, you two lovebirds!’, when they flip flop between arguing with each other and nuzzling each other in camp.

Cesare the Male Grimmsnarl – In a similar way to Dazzle being judged by her reaction to emotions in general, Cesare grew up being sighted around areas where people were feeling negative emotions, and he was wrongfully accused of being the one responsible for causing these problems, with his shifty way of moving and dark robe which gave him a menacing air. In reality, Cesare is a Pokemon who has been the caretaker of a run down church tower in the Wild Area of the Galar region, with a whole plethora of Ghost and Dark Pokemon taking in downtrodden and impoverished Pokemon. He simply shows up a lot of these areas where tragedies have occurred because he’s hungry and wishes to help, and while he can be rather mischievous at times (when he hangs out with his teammates in camp, he can be a bit of a troll and intentionally gets in the way of races ), he doesn’t often have any ill will. An example of a good Samaritan who happens to be an Impidimp, he can definitely relate to Absols – Pokemon who show up at scenes of disaster but are not the cause.

Dressing himself up in priest’s clothing and carrying an ornate cane, Cesare became inspired to help others when he fell on bad terms himself – he and his trainer, a kindly preacher, were trapped in the Galar Mines and ended up breaking his leg in a cave in that trapped him and many other Pokemon, and tried to calm down the panicking Pokemon by absorbing their negative emotions. He believed that his trainer was unconscious and tried to comfort her, but all too late, he realised that she wasn’t moving – she passed away from bleeding on the brain as a result of the cave in….. The incident left him with a permanent limp, a demand that his team wear hard helmets if they enter caves and claustrophobia (to the point where he begins hyperventilating if he so much as enters a rock tunnel and needs to hold someone’s hand to let him through as he shuts his eyes tight the whole time – and he’s also deadly afraid of moves like Rock Slide and Stone Edge – and as such he doesn’t get along very well with Doug the Excadrill ), but he became respected by the Pokemon he helped out, and he vowed to make an effort to help those in need. In an attempt to carry on his trainer’s memory and give others hope, he took on her duties and tried to become a priest for real. Despite his rather dark colour scheme and blood red clothing, he is very warm and protective of his team, who he met while on a pilgrimage to Motostoke. He gets along with Deadwood the Trevenant, a fellow preacher, and he also hangs around with the Ghost and Dark Pokemon on the team, as well as vampire bats Dracula the Crobat, Lucy the Swoobat and Aggie the Noivern.

While Cesare is a rather friendly individual, you do NOT want to get on his bad side, as will not hesitate to make you regret it if you cross him or his comparisons. His muscles are definitely NOT just for show, and if you aren’t careful, he’ll be happy to MAKE you say sorry by using his hair to hold you in place while his large fists beat some sense into you. Also, he knows the horrible methods that some people use to garner sympathy when they have malevolent intent – being able to sense negative emotions makes him someone that’s very difficult to trick, as if someone is hiding their malevolent actions behind a sweet smile, he knows their true intent, and will often play along with them with their own tactics, before using his False Surrender move to render them helpless. He tries to see good in others, but much like fellow justice seeker Falkor the Drampa, if you’ve angered him or doublecrossed him, expect to have to do a LOT to gain his forgiveness, as it’s something he does not give easily. This results in him sometimes coming into arguments with the more sarcastic and snarky Ziggy when he makes an insensitive comment, but over time, the two have become vitriolic friends.

Cesare and Dazzle do often come to a head when they both get into arguments with each other, but deep down they show that not only can they equal each other in a fight, but they’re equally affectionate and caring towards each other. It truly began when they teamed up in the Stow-On-Side Gym challenge – while going up against Alister’s Gigantimaxed Gengar, Cesare Dynamaxed and did some strong damage, but was ultimately knocked out. Dazzle, who had begun to develop affection towards Cesare, rushed into the fight, and despite suffering some wounds herself, finished the fight for him, and rushed over to comfort her soon-to-be-boyfriend. There was one incident when they got lost together in Glimwood Tangle and both revealed some rather… dark secrets with each other , but it’s been noticed that since then they’ve continued to become more understanding of each other…. Nowadays, you’d be hard pressed to find them in camp not nestled up in each other’s hair. Even if Ziggy and Buzzbi kill the mood a bit by saying they look like a giant breathing hairball.

Vinayaki the Female Copperajah – The daughter of a duo of warrior Pokemon, Vinayaki has often been dubbed a ‘military brat’ by some of the members of the team who don’t get along with her. Indeed, her strength and knowledge of combat scenarios has left her with a bit of an ego, but a large part of her childhood as a Cufant in the Wild Area resulted in her and entire armies of Pokemon facing off against others who had started abusing the Dynamax phenomenon to abuse and assert their authority over innocent Pokemon in the Wild Area. Many Pokemon who tried fighting against these Dynamaxed Pokemon had lost loved ones in the fights, and Vinayaki is no exception. Her parents, while strict and authoritarian, cared for her deeply, and she has them to thank for giving her the confidence and knowledge of battle scenarios she has, but it has left her with a rather shell shocked mind and only viewing her fellow team mates as reserves – often being critical of their flaws, addressing them as if they’re about to wander into war. Some of the Pokemon who took part in the fights she did never want to battle again, but Vinayaki feels that every day is a battle for survival and it’s all she can do as it’s all she really KNOWS how to do.

Callum’s team met Vinayaki in the Galar Wild Area while camping out one day, coming across a Dynamaxed Rapidash who had been driven mad as a result of overexposure to the mysterious energy of Wishing Pieces. Although small, she used her battle knowledge to outsmart the giant Pokemon and drive it away, which gave her the respect of Callum and his team. Which was followed up with her scolding them for not being careful like they were soldiers….. Despite the rough words, the team admitted she had a point, and at first, she simply joined the team to prevent them from falling into the same fate as her family did, and over time and spending some time treating everything as if it was a fight and evolving into a Copperajah, she began to see them more than just fighters and more as team mates. While she’s not quite ready to call some of them ‘friends’, she does respect them more than she did when she joined the team.

She cares for her team mates deep down, but she doesn’t really have a lot of patience for jokesters, and she often yells at them to stop and try to take things seriously. This has led to her being dubbed a misery guts and is often given a wide berth by some of her team, but some Pokemon in the team like Asumo the Pangoro have come to respect her for what she’s been through and she often enjoys talking about battle strategies and helping their team excel in competitions.

Vinayaki finds Verglas and Grenadier mysterious in their rather quiet and contemplative natures which is why she's warming up to them, but doesn't like Pokemon like Octavia very much - she seems to prefer quieter and more subdued Pokemon, and even then, she’s rather solitary except when she uses the training toys, which she is happy to use. With Vinayaki’s rather… square shape now she’s evolved into Copperajah, Ziggy often yells ‘I’ve heard of barrel chested, but never BOX chested!’, taking advantage of Vinayaki’s lack of patience for his antics. Vinayaki has to resist the urge to stomp him flat, but Ziggy urges her to bring it on as an excuse to get her to spend time with the other team mates by calling it a challenge for her, and the proud Copperajah won’t say no to a challenge. Amusingly, it seems Vinayaki has yet to catch on to what he’s really doing.

Verglas the Male Frosmoth – It’s not very often that you see a Snom with battle scars, but Verglas is one of those rare instances. On their way through Steamdrift Way, Callum and his team discovered a badly injured Snom in the snow rushing into battles with other Pokemon, often calling them ‘commoners’. The team took pity on the injured little soldier and after some coaxing, took him into the team after hearing he wanted to journey towards the Galar Route 10 but had ended up getting lost in the snow, with little way of travelling there himself with his small size and slow speed.

A Snom of noble blood, Verglas is from a prestigious noble family of insect Pokemon that have been among the upper crust of Pokemon since the time of the Darkest Day. Verglas himself lived a rather sheltered life in his early days, with servants and chancellors all bowing to his whim. For a long time, Verglas became rather accustomed to this life, thinking it was meant to be, but when he learned about what his subjects were doing, he begged his family to let himself be a part of the cause. As a result, he was set up to a knight for Aodh, a high ranking lady Sizzlipede who he swore to protect. Finally happy to have a purpose in life, he began eagerly asking to do anything to assist Aodh, slowly developing a drive to do whatever it takes to protect her…. Not knowing that she secretly grew to find him extremely overbearing and rather than tell him straight up that she didn’t want anything to do with him, she gave him a request to fight for her in an upcoming battle against insurmountable odds. Confused by the request, but nonetheless happily accepting a chance to serve her for the cause, Verglas rushed into battle…. With only two moves and a physically weak body, reality ensued, and he was heavily wounded in the battle, suffering a scar across his eye. Previously blinded by his affection towards Aodh, it began to dawn on him during the fight that he was being used, and he became heartbroken and a knight without a cause as a result…. In an odd way, he hates her for using him that way, but although he doesn’t want to, he looks back to the time with an odd sense of longing as well – even if it was a lie, it was a time he truly felt like he mattered, and he’ll do anything to feel like he matters again.

Sadly, in comparison to Vinayaki who is rather proud of her prowess and sees herself as superior at times due to her experiences, Verglas has a rather pressing inferiority complex due to what he deems to be his greatest failure (both failing in battle and being manipulated so easy), and as such, he’s rather clingy to his new team, often hugging Callum and his team mates not just to protect them, but to look for confirmation that they love him back. Fortunately, Callum and his team are much more accepting of him, even if some of them find him to be a bit overbearing with aiming to please. In a rather sad turn, he’s often begging to do anything he can to assist, and in one case, he even yelled in frustration ‘WHY WON’T YOU LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU, AODH?!’

Unlike Grenadier, who likes taking things slow, Verglas as a Snom was frustrated by his lack of speed and despite his typing, he sometimes thinks he's only of any worth when he's fighting someone and he's willing to just throw himself at an opponent feeling he doesn't matter otherwise with a borderline suicidal recklessness – and when he’s training his team mates as a Frosmoth, he can have a rather dangerous and messed up concept of how they should be trained – he has a few times come dangerously close to telling them that the leaders of the team are all that matters and the one he’s training DOESN’T matter. Fortunately, it hasn’t taken root in anyone’s heads yet, but there have been some close calls….

Now evolved into Frosmoth, Verglas still isn't the fastest team member, but he can keep up with them in camp a bit better now, and with his training and time with friends, Verglas has begun to feel like something truly matters again. Seeing a team as something to fight for, he feels like he has a cause again, which was why he attained maximum happiness and evolved. And when it comes to his interactions with teammates, due to his blue blood upbringing, Verglas can have a rather quaint and naïve manner of approaching things, seeing a lot of things as charmingly rustic or droll – when talking to Bill the Pelipper, Antonella the Lurantis and Honey the Vespiquen in particular, he finds comfort in their similar upper class manner of living.

Octavia the Female Grapploct – A rather destructive Grapploct with a diving helmet stuck on her head, Octavia was discovered as a Clobbopus by the team in Circhester Bay smashing up some abandoned shipwrecks stranded on the ice, being encountered a few times by the team and being stalked around the bay. When approached by Ziggy and his team, she began latching onto them and attacking them out of nowhere, yelling at them to stay away because she’s the only one who knows about… something. Before she could finish her sentence, Callum threw a Level Ball at her, and she was caught into the team. That night after being caught, Ziggy let her out of her Level Ball to try and learn what she was looking for, and after a brief tussle between the two of them with Ziggy managing to subdue her with some effort, Octavia revealed that she was on the search for Wishing Pieces for someone who she doesn’t know – simply someone who said it was in her best interests to do so as it’s what would be best for Galar, leading her to learn about and smash up anything that could be of use…. She chose to partake in teeth clenched teamwork with Ziggy to learn more about Wishing Stars, but after spending more time with the team, learning more about hurting the feelings of others, reflecting on her own conduct and evolving into Grapploct, she’s become a valuable asset to the team, and has vowed to protect her team mates… even if she is still a bit difficult at times.

Octavia tries to excuse her destructive prowess into following orders – she seems to be the kind of Pokemon who will do ANYTHING to get something done, and believes in reason over emotions, being extremely unflappable and unbending when she subjects herself to something. Her one track mind, odd way of looking at things, strong tentacles and mood swinging makes her to be a dangerous individual if you don’t get to know her. To try and help her channel her destructive instincts into something more constructive, Callum took her to a bowling alley and suggested she take up bowling, noticing that she has a habit of tucking her head into the diving helmet on her head and rolling into opponents. Octavia finds it to be extremely fun, and over time with her mellowing out, she remains rather eccentric, but she has been making a bit more of an effort to talk to her team mates rather than go straight to tussling with them to get them out of the way to do something – but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have a penchant for mischief once in a while.

Deep down, she realises that her destroying things isn’t the best course of action to take all the time and sometimes fears it’s alienating her and stopping her from making friends, but she simply finds the sound of things being hit or smacked oddly therapeutic, having an interest in watching things fall apart as a good outlet for anger and pent up frustration – unlike Buzzbi who is often scared and flustered, Octavia is often getting riled up over something and doesn’t often show fear.

In camp, Octavia is one of the few Pokemon who can catch up with Ziggy in a race… even if half of the time she prefers to latch onto him and grab onto his legs to keep him from moving, which is something she did when she first met him. Cesare and Octavia often flex with each other and compare strength, but Cesare is quieter than Octavia and he finds her to be rather excitable. With her interest in learning more about the strength of objects for her to break, she gets along with Chainy the Klefki and Sarlacc the Palossand, even if her love of finding things isn’t to organise or study them, but rather to simply break them.

And now for fun - here's their Poke Ball types and favourite curry varieties. :D

Poke Ball types:

Ziggy: Poke Ball

Grenadier: Nest Ball

Buzzbi: Luxury Ball

Dazzle: Friend Ball

Cesare: Poke Ball

Vinayaki: Premier Ball

Verglas: Luxury Ball

Octavia: Level Ball

Favourite Curries:

Ziggy - Toast, Bean Medley, Pasta (Preferred Taste: Spicy)

Grenadier - Fried Food, Leek, Slow Poke Tail (Preferred Taste: Sweet)

Buzzbi - Burger Steak, Juicy (Bob's Food Tin), Spice Mix (Preferred Taste: Sour)

Dazzle - Mushrooms, Fresh Cream, Instant Noodles (Preferred Taste: No Set Flavour)

Cesare - Coconut, Tropical, Sausage (Preferred Taste: Sweet)

Vinayaki - Bone, Potatoes, Pungent Root (Preferred Taste: Bitter)

Verglas - Fancy Apple, Salad, Moomoo Cheese (Preferred Taste: Dry)

Octavia - Egg, Packaged, Rich (Bach's Food Tin) (Preferred Taste: Sour)

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oikawasbread · 4 years

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hi! i saw you were doing matchup! i’m kiara, i go by she/her pronouns and i am bisexual. i’m also a pisces, my mbti is INFP. i’m 5’2, i have short brown hair. i also have brown eyes and i’m pretty tan. i’ve been told i’m pretty quiet around people i don’t know, but i also open up and get attached to others pretty quickly, and there are times were i can be pretty loud as well. i enjoy playing the flute and playing acnh, so i’m not really THAT active. thank you in advance and sorry it’s not much!

Hi Kiara! Thank you so much for requesting, i love to write about INFP people :’)

MATCHING WITH : TOBIO KAGEYAMA

you’re a INFP, omg, you’re too precious for this world.

and ofc you’re a pisces:’) just take my heart already pisces deserve sm love

you always had hope in humanity, never letting a bad thing ruin your mood and being able to see the bright side made people around you kinda jealous (but not in a bad way)

one of those people was our little Tobio chan :’)

he never understood how you can always be so selfless, happy, positive

so after a while, you guys started dating

you were perfectly vibing with each other

Kageyama and you are literally polar opposites, but that’s why your relationship was working

he needed someone like you, someone to calm his temper

when he was being ridiculously mean or aggresive to his team mates, your gentle touch and pure eyes would melt his knees

the whole krsn squad was like ????!!!! wow she has so much power over him

the fact that you’re an INFP worked so well with Tobio’s personality

this boy was clueless all the time, and if he ever missed a date or two, or forgot to say Hi when he saw you on the hall, trust me he didn’t have any bad intentions

he just has a single braincell that’s trying to keep him alive

but you forgive him, cause you are patient, unlike him

you know he truly cares about you

pls love him and dont let him overwork himself

the first time he comes over , he’s mindblown

when you were at home, not surrounded by your classmates or his team-mates, you were a whole different person

you were still his lil pure Kiara, but you were so loud and you were laughing at anything

he was even more whipped now

when he heard you playing the flute, that one braincell i told you about might’ve exploded

he feels so lucky to have such a talented girlfriend and you never fail to amaze him

congrats, you have the king of the court bowing down to you<3 :’)

I really hope you like this!! I have to say it’s not my best but i’m truly sorry <3 feel free to request again whenever u want <33

-Riley

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shadowsof-thenight · 5 years

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The long way home: Chapter one

Story summary: An AU about Steve Rogers that takes place in college. When you were kids, Steve was your best friend. Where he was you were and vice versa. So when your father got a new job on the other side of the country your 11 year old heart broken.

Over the years you had stayed in contact, though. And now, seven years later, you were off to college and unknowingly you'd applied to the college he had started at last year. You agree to meet on your second day and suddenly it all seemed a little less scary. Will you pick up where you'd left off? Or will everything have changed as much as Steve's appearance.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader

Warnings: None. For once a more light-hearted story. Words:1724

Authors note: So, I am proving just how impatient I truly am here. I was planning on posting this story when I had written it all. Instead I am posting this now when the chapters are certainly mapped out but not all fully written.

Anyway, I was writing my orignal novel and it was sad so I needed something more light hearted to distract myself with. So here is my new story!

If you want to get tagged, please let me know. I'd be happy too. This goes for all my stories .

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You stood on the balls of your feet and shifted nervously as you glanced around the crowded room. How on earth were you supposed to find him here? When you had agreed to this spot, you'd had no idea what it was. Or how well frequented it appeared to be. When you had agreed to this, you had been in your bedroom. Safe and sound. Everything had been familiar and the unknown seemed exciting. Now everything was new and somehow that tempered the excitement a little. With nothing familiar, even your shadow seemed slightly more frightening. Only slightly of course. You sighed deeply as you tried to shake the feeling of dread settling in your stomach.

It had been nearly seven years since you had last seen him. And while there had been some contact over the years, letters, phone calls, texts, seven years was a long time. It had not been the same as seeing him every day and hanging out with him. It was a lot more difficult to share your deepest darkest secrets over a phone line. That was probably what had caused the nervous feeling that you had woken up with today. If you didn't spot him soon, you feared you might vomit from the stress. Your stomach was clenching and your hands had a slight tremble to them. What had you gotten yourself into?

“Where the hell are you?” you muttered more to yourself than anything and jumped when a voice behind you replied.

“Right here” the voice was deep,smooth, manly. Somehow it took you by surprise. In your mind you still heard the voice of twelve year old Steve, whenever you thought of him. Or when you read his letters. Still there was no doubt about it, this was the voice of your childhood friend. With a bright smile you turned around only to meet his chest, instead of his eyes. And what a chest is was. Broad, muscular and stretching the seams of his shirt. This was not how you remembered him at all. Slowly you looked from his muscular chest up to the face of the nineteen year old man from your past.

“Oh my, you've changed” you said with a chuckle to mask your shock and he pulled you into a hug. He crushed you against him and you sighed. Tension quickly left your body as you took in his scent. There was still something familiar about his smell. And about the way he hugged you close. And like it had all those years ago, it immediately calmed you.

“So good to see you” he whispered into your hair and you could only nod in agreement. It had been far too long. He agreed with you on that, if the length of the hug was any indication. He had been as reluctant as you were to let go. Alas eventually, you did and he guided you out of the main hall and out towards the grassy field flanking the building. There he threw his jacket on the ground for you to sit on while he sat down next to you.

You sighed contently as you took in the sun rays as they beamed down on you. It was late afternoon and the heat was slowly dying down enough for you to actually enjoy the weather. It was still unseasonally hot for September. Not that you cared. After 7 years of extremely cold winters in Minnesota, you enjoyed every bit of sun you got. It had been part of the reason to apply for university’s in California. The cold had never been your friend. Despite growing up in the cold New York winters. Steve had always teased you, while you complained loudly about the freezing cold and the slippery snow.

“So what the hell happened to you” you asked after a few minuted of silence, gesturing to his appearance and he chuckled.

“Mostly puberty I think” he replied and you laughed out loud.

“Sure, puberty often hands out muscles like that” you pointed at his sun kissed arm and now he laughed.

“Football may have helped as well” he sheepishly agreed as he looked down at his arm, absent-mindedly rubbing it. At twelve years old, Steve had been the smallest kid in his class. He had often been the source of ridicule. Although it had not bothered him too much. He had never let anyone put him down. He had been the kid that fought back. He often stood up for others. And he had always stood tall. It was something you had always admired in him. You hoped those characteristics had not been lost, with all the changes in him. And somehow you doubted he would ever loose those qualities.

The next few hours the two of you got caught up on life. Sharing all that had happened in the years that you'd been separated by the many miles that stood between New York and Minnesota. You talked about his life at University and how he would show you around the city. You talked about new friends and old. About classes he was taking and the ones you had applied too this year. Really nothing seemed off limits. Conversation flowed and it felt like no time had past at all. The friendship was still good. Solid. He still made you feel safe. And he still made you laugh out loud. You had missed him. And seeing him now only drove that home even more.

You did not want this evening to end. It had been so long since the two of you got to hang out and it felt like there wasn't enough time to catch up. Still, after grabbing a quick dinner together, Steve really had to run. Steve had to go to a meeting with his team-mates and you told him it was just fine, hoping to convince yourself. After all, you now lived mere minutes from one another. There was all the time in the world.

Therefore, as you watched him run off, you decided to see if your room mate had arrived yet. You'd expected her to arrive yesterday, as most students did, but the day had come and gone and the bed next to yours was still empty. It had not been too bad though, you had needed a night where you could just be. Where you did not have to put up a happy front. You were scared. Starting college scared you. And you had taken the extra alone time to wallow a little. It had taken all your will power not to call your parents that night. You knew you were just having a little bit of anxiety. It would get better as soon as classes started and you would get to know some people. It would have been mean to needlessly worry your parents. When you arrived at your room, the door was ajar and movement could be heard from beyond it. Your view was still restricted, so you softly pushed the door open a little wider. What you saw made you chuckle a little. Someone was trying to move two boxes at once, blocking their view and therefore making the task impossible. Upon hearing your chuckle the person stopped and turned to the side, looking past the boxes, to see who was standing by the door.

A slender red head was revealed behind the large boxes and you quickly moved forward to take the top box from her arms. She smiled gratefully. Now she was able to finally see what she was doing and placed the box next to her desk. Gesturing for you to put the box in your hands on top of it, you nodded and grunted as you bend over with it in your arms.

“How did you carry two of those at the same time?” You exclaimed and she laughed, a bright happy sound.

“Cheerleading” she said simply before extending her hand to you, “I'm Natasha”.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” you replied as you shook her hand with a kind smile.

“So are you my new room mate or do you make a habit of peaking into dorm rooms?” she said with a straight face and for a moment you thought she was serious. Eventually she cracked a smile and you laughed before telling her you were in fact the room mate.

“I'm glad you came when you did,” Natasha said as she flopped down on her bed, “I tend to think I can do everything on my own” she waved at the boxes as she said this and you just nodded. Then her stomach growled and she asked you were the food court was. Offering to walk her there, you got back up and lead the way.

As Natasha ate a sandwich she explained that she had missed her flight the day before due to traffic. Natasha, you would quickly come to realize, did everything at a fast pace, talking, eating and apparently moving. However, her estimation of the time it would take her to get to the airport had not taken into account people that did not move at such high speed. You chuckled as she passionately talked about her frustration and anger when she had missed her flight. She spoke with her hands and they were flying all over the place, causing quite a few stares. She didn't seem to mind though, hardly noticed any of the eyes on her.

Eventually she shrugged, calmer, and admitted that it had been her fault. You chuckled and promised you'd help her create a better time management habit if she wanted too. You liked being on time. Being early when you could. She accepted the offer with a bright smile.

The conversation then turned towards school. And you spoke of your majors. Natasha explained that she had come here on a cheerleading scholarship, something she had trained for since she was young. Though her real passion these days was history. This was the subject she had chosen as her major. Though you knew nothing about cheerleading, you were elated to hear she would have the same major as you had. That way, you had at least one familiar face in the class on your first day.

I hope you liked it! Let me know :)

Chapter two

#The long way home #Steve Rogers x Reader #College AU #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers College AU #MCUfanfiction

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kiliinstinct · 6 years

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9,21 nalu

| otp asks|

9. Have they made each other cry?

Yes. But never intentionally. Natsu has generally seen Lucy cry when she’s worried or extremely touched, but the one time he actually made her cry that didn’t involve him being heavily damaged, was when he accidentally made it sound as if he felt he would do a job better with out her. He’d already promised to himself to NEVER hurt her again like he did by leaving for that year, so seeing him mess up like that made him PANIC and feel like CRAP.Lucy sometimes has her selfish moments of commentary and while Natsu isn’t the type to fully show his emotions like crying until he just can’t take it anymore, she one time accidentally made a comment about him never knowing his “actual” father while in a state of anger. She immediately took it back and apologized and Natsu seemed to wave it off- until she found him crying to himself later that night and spent the entire night with him trying to make it up to him. She never did it again either.

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

The only “worse” that they’ve changed each other on is the fact they’re both VERY closed off towards forming other teams with other people. Of course, they’ll work with others when they have to but for casual jobs and such? Generally they both will, “but Lucy/Natsu is my team mate. I should wait on him/her.” And turn the other down. Sometimes they WILL break down and do the job (especially if it’s with Asuka or something simple-) but they’re so caught up in their team that they forget that they CAN have temporary other teams on casual jobs.

They need reminding sometimes.As for how they were changed for the better? Many ways. Natsu generally only kept the team between himself and Happy before Lucy joined the guild. He loved his family, but didn’t work well with others, not really. After Lucy joined, he slowly began to welcome jobs with more than he and Happy and even accepted Gray and Erza as his team mates. (Eventually taking Wendy and Carla on as well.)The biggest thing for how Lucy changed him was how she affects his hotheaded temper. Time and time again she’s the column behind him that’s keeping him from diving head first into trouble. The one tempering and calming his anger so he can think clearer. She’s DEFINITELY his voice of reason and has helped him learn to see beyond just his own emotions and how they affect him and others.And Natsu changed Lucy in many ways too. Not only does she slowly grow in confidence with her skills (because no matter how much weaker than him, she is, Natsu has ALWAYS supported her and believed that she is strong- and that sort of belief will always help her to feel it too.), but she also begins to be less selfish. She’s always been a kind person, but her need for money and her own vanity was a big part to her personality when they first met. She doesn’t put as much stock in her body later one, going so far as to wish she wasn’t modelling in under wear when she began working for Sorcerer Weekly and slowly stops worrying more about the “jewel” she earns on jobs. Instead, she slowly starts to focus more on the FUN of the ADVENTURE instead. They both help empower the other to work through their vices and be better at them, in subtle and huge ways.

#Just Mira Answers #Anon #Nalu #Nalu Headcanons #Natsu x Lucy #Natsu #Lucy #Anonymous

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theresonlysofarnewmoneygoes · 5 years

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hello! nine hundred million years ago I wrote a fic of the restaurant scene pottermore described and I found it this afternoon in my notes. so here that is, and you can read it on ff.net or ao3 if you want to~

Lily Evans has never been a fan of the calm before the storm. She didn't particularly care for surprises, especially surprises where she knew nothing good was going to happen. While her boyfriend might be thrilled when Sirius sent down owls from his dorm to the Great Hall with notes saying things like Middle of Hogsmeade, three o'clock in the morning, don't bring your wands, it's a surprise, Lily most certainly was not.

That was why she didn't agree to this evening out with Petunia, her horrid fiancé Vernon, and James, sweet James, who had no idea what was in store for him.

"It'll be fun!" he said. "It's a double date. It's brilliant. The lads and I do it all the time."

"James, the four of you going out to the Three Broomsticks is not a double date."

"'Course it is, we sit across from each other, don't we?"

Lily had sighed, knowing he was trying to loosen her up, get her in a better mood, but it was just like she told her mother: this could only go one way.

"Nonsense, dear," she had laughed. "And Petunia desperately wants to meet with you!"

"Mum, I know that's not true, honestly," Lily said, ignoring the fact that she so very much wanted it to be. She missed her sister. They had been best friends when they were younger, braiding each others hair, baking biscuits together Sunday afternoons, daily trips to the market in the summer hols for ice lollies, and laughing, laughing all the while long.

But her sister had become someone else. She hadn't laughed in front of Lily in nearly seven years.

"There's no point, Mum," Lily said wearily. "Honestly, it's not like I haven't tried! Why can't you just let it go?"

"When you have two daughters who refuse to speak to each other, you tell me if you're willing to 'just let it go'," her mother said, temper rising slightly. "You're going, you'll bring James, Petunia's going, she'll bring Vernon. That's final."

And so here she was, sitting with James on her right, and Tuney and Vernon across.

They had ordered, Vernon and Petunia looking at James like he was a madman when he casually mentioned it was a shame there wasn't any Firewhiskey on the alcoholic menu.

"Well, I don't blame you at all for being late," Vernon said, breaking the silence, and starting the storm. Lily put her fork down.

James nodded, giving Lily a funny look. "Thanks."

"After all," Vernon said, in a rather loud voice, "it is the four hundred."

Oh, sweet Merlin.

"Sorry?" said James, being perfectly polite.

"The four hundred."

"Er... yeah, I heard you."

Vernon raised his eyebrows.

"You mean, you've never heard of the four hundred?" Petunia said, in a voice filled with what Lily knew was a mocking horror.

Lily glared at her sister. Of course he didn't know, she knew full well he didn't. Petunia avoided her sister's gaze.

"Er, no, I haven't, sorry. What is it?"

Vernon looked as if James were some sort of animal.

"Is it... a computer?"

"It's a car, James,” Lily said. "Just his car."

"The Ferrari 400," Vernon said importantly.

"Oh, a car!" James said enthusiastically. "Oh, yeah, I love cars. They're so funny. I don't have one. My mate Sirius has got a motorcycle, though."

"Hmm," Petunia said.

"And do you ride along the back?" Vernon asked, venomous sarcasm and contempt dripping from his voice.

Lily was about to signal for the waitress to bring over the check--who cares if she had barely started on her appetiser--when James said, eyes narrowed, "No, I have the Nimbus 1001."

"The--what is that, Italian?"

"English. They make them in Bath."

"Bath? What company makes cars--"

"Brooms."

"Sorry?"

"Brooms. I fly a Nimbus 1001 broomstick."

Oh, God.

Lily couldn't even bring herself to look at Vernon and Petunia's faces.

"You..."

"I fly a broomstick," James said in a slightly louder voice.

Lily still didn't look.

"I'm captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team," he said.

Not looking, not talking, Lily thought. Can't make it worse if I don't do anything at all.

"You... have a broomstick?" Vernon said faintly.

"Live on it," James said, grinning.

Lily put her head in her hands.

"You live on your broomstick?" said Vernon and Petunia at the same time.

"Just about, yeah."

"And--and what about your parents?" Vernon sputtered.

"Well," James said, "I reckon my mum prefers to be indoors, but, er, yeah. Them too, I guess."

"Well," Vernon said. "I guess we know who's paying for dinner, eh, Petunia?"

Lily, who was reaching for her glass, put her hand down. As Petunia tittered, she felt positively ill.

"Not to worry, though," Vernon said. "I'm already making twenty-thousand a year. And I'm expecting a promotion."

James nodded. "My dad used to make thirty-thousand in Galleons each year, but he's retired now."

Vernon and Petunia looked at each other, then back at James.

"On top of the family fortune," James said, looking at Lily.

She couldn't meet his eyes. He was trying to gain approval in their eyes, she knew, and she loved him for it, but he couldn't win at their game. That was the game.

"Are you mocking me, Potter?" Vernon said.

"Wha--? No!"

"Petunia, I warned you we shouldn't have come--think you're funny, do you?"

"Yeah, but that's not--"

"My, God--"

"I'll get the car--"

"He didn't do anything, for God's sake!" Lily shouted, standing up, finally bursting. She clenched her fists and they shook. "He's been trying since we sat down and every time you go and one-up him with your stupid four hundred and one dinner, Petunia, one dinner was all Mother wanted--"

"What Mother wanted!" shrieked Petunia. Lily thought the vein in her forehead would burst. "What would you know about what Mother wants! You're up in Scotland running around with--with all those people; you're barely part of our family! You've not spoken to our grandparents in months, off doing God-knows-what, and if this is the kind of riffraff you're doing it with... good riddance, I say!"

And with that, they stormed out of the restaurant.

Lily fell back in her seat and burst into tears. She felt James wrap his arms around her, and felt the eyes of everyone in the place on them.

"Right," he said softly. "Right, Lils... Let's get out of here."

Lily let James lead her out to the parking lot. He held her tightly and they Disapparated back to Hogsmeade.

"We don't have to talk about it," he said. "But you should know you're the greatest person I've ever met and I would be so, so honoured and thrilled to be your family one day."

Lily smiled and wiped her eyes.

"I'm kidding," James said. "Obviously, I already am."

Lily laughed, tears still pouring down her cheeks. James wiped some away and kissed her.

"You don't... need her. You'll be okay."

Lily looked up at him. "Let's just... walk back."

"Okay," he said. He was quiet for a moment. Then he said softly, “I’m sorry.”

“No, James...”

“I shouldn’t have reacted, I should’ve tried--”

“I don’t put the blame on you for a second, James--”

“Well, I don’t care who the blame is on, this was important to you, and now you’re upset. You’re crying. And it’s my job to keep you happy, so I’m putting blame on myself here, for this.”

Lily wiped her eyes again. “It was over before it started,” she said, voice shaky. “It’s been over for years. So you never really stood a chance.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.

"You don’t have to even bother with them.”

“Yes, I do. She’s your sister. It’s important to you and that makes it important to me.”

“I love you," she said. "Thanks. For even coming."

"No," he said. "Don't even... whatever. I love you too."

"Good."

"Yeah.

"Yeah."

"Well... Should we race to the carriages?"

"Erm, no."

"No?"

"No."

"Okay. But just so you know... I would win."

"You would not," Lily said.

It was arguments in the snow, which wasn't exactly ice lollies in the sun, but if there was one thing Lily Evans knew for certain it was that different didn't always mean bad.

That, and she really, really loved a hurricane-haired, tree bark-skinned, forest-eyed boy.

#jily #lizo writes #jily fanfiction #have you ever written within the bounds of someone else's rules???#like jkr gave the bulletpoints for this scene and it was weird #because it's not really how I'd have chosen to write it #but w/e cool exercise I guess?#anyway a bit different from my normal style #less. um. cute #more of a bummer #anyway lmk what you think

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scuzmunkie · 6 years

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Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 5

A/N: I’m so sorry my darling little pumpkins!! This is a late post due to storm preparations.... again. Thank you all so much for the outpour of love you guys continue to give!! I wish I could hug each and every one of you!! As always lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! Well, here’s chapter 5, enjoy!! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 1000+ Warnings: Language, talk of dead parents, talk of terminal illness. If this triggers you at all please proceed with caution!! I want my little pumpkins happy and comfortable!! Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ Michael Cole was walking down one of the vacant hallways trying to clear his head before Raw started. Most of the staff was already there, setting up and making friendly conversation amongst each other. He was quietly preparing for the show when he heard something. It was so soft that he thought maybe it was his ears playing tricks on him, but as he traveled further into the hallway the noise became louder. Following the sound, he quietly made his way around some stacked crates when he found Addie sitting on the floor, silently crying. He had come to really enjoy his friendship with Addie, she was fun to be around and could carry on a conversation easily. Michael crouched in front of her, careful not to scare her. “Addie?” Michael gently whispered. Her head snapped up, a startled whimper escaping her lips. She quickly tried to compose her while she swiftly wiped her tears away. “M-Mr. Cole!” She sniffled, “Sorry, you caught me off g-guard.” She said, trying to smile. “Why are you crying, sweetie?” He gently inquired. “Oh, it’s nothing, reall-“ “Hey, it’s me, Addie.” Michael said, sitting on the floor next to her, wrapping a friendly arm around her shoulders, “Talk to me.” Sighing, Addie looked down at the phone in her hands as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. Michael patiently held her while she sobbed. After a few minutes she composed herself, thanking him when he offered her his handkerchief. “I, uh.... I got a call from my doctor, I wasn’t feeling well a few weeks ago so I went in to have some tests run and some blood work done.” She swallowed the lump that was in her throat. “It seems that after seven years of being in remission, my cancer decided make a comeback.” She finally looked at Michael, a sadness in her eyes. Eyes that once held joy and hope. Michael was really the only person aware that Addie was a cancer survivor, something he found out when the WWE would work with the Susan G. Komen foundation. One of the ladies that had been honored for beating her bout with cancer had recognized Addie from their cancer survivor support group. Michael had witnessed the two women reuniting with hugs and tears of joy. He pulled Addie into a hug, shushing her sobs. “I’m so sorry sweetie. You’ll kick this! Just like you did when you were younger.” He reassured her, furrowing his brows when she sadly shook her head. “It doesn’t look hopeful. The doctors gave me a year at most.” She told him, her voice full of sorrow. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. At least I had my dad with me when I went through this the first time, but now, I have no one.” Addie had lost her father in a car accident almost three years ago and her mother died during childbirth, leaving her an only child. Addie had gone through a great deal of heartache that no 28 year old should have to suffer. “I, I don’t want to die alone in some hospital bed.” She whispered, “When I die, I want it to be outside, on a blanket at night.” Michael watched with a heavy heart as such a young woman had to contemplate how she had to die. “I want the stars to be the last thing I see.” She felt Michael give her shoulder a tight squeeze, drawing her attention to him. “I’ll be here every step of the way.” He said, kissing her forehead. “Thank you, Mr. Cole. Please don’t tell anyone.” Knowing that he couldn’t keep that promise, he simply nodded. —- “How long have you known?” Baron asked. “Three agonizing months.” Michael said as he wiped away a few tears. “In a few months the cancer will have spread throughout her entire body and... and...” Michael covered his mouth to hold in his sobs. Baron couldn’t explain the tightness he felt in his chest at the thought of Addie dying. She was just a human, why the hell did she captivate him so much? He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Michael’s voice. “Baron, do you think, oh never mind.” Michael stopped himself, standing up to leave but was stopped when Baron grabbed his arm. “What were you going to say?” Baron asked. “It’s nothing.” Baron flashed his eyes, growling, warning Michael not to disobey his Alpha. Michael closed his eyes, presenting his neck, surrendering to Baron. “Now, what were you going to ask me?” Baron asked calmly, not missing the way Cole rested an uneasy had on this mysterious bag of his. He released Michael but not before nudging his forehead with his own and sat down at the foot of his bed. He may be a lot of things, but he was a fair alpha to his pack. He’d never intentionally hurt one of his own. “It’s rare, only been done successfully a few times.“ He explained. Pulling out an old leather bound book from his bag, Michael opened it, quickly turning the pages until he found the one he was looking for. “It’s been said that a dying human can be saved by a bite from a werewolf, but it can’t be just any werewolf, it has to be the bite of an alpha.” Michael handed the book to Baron, pointing to the old inscription: ‘One who layeth dying can escape his fate by the bite of a lycanthrope alpha. If bitten seconds from demise, he shall never taste death. But take heed, if a lesser lycanthrope were to perform such a ritual, both shall meet a most gruesome end.’ “Why don’t you just cast some kind of spell on her?!” Baron asked, annoyed. It was no secret that Michael was not only a werewolf but a warlock as well. His mother was a witch, a damn good one at that and her magic flowed through her son’s veins. “You don’t think I’ve tried?! I’ve read every spell, every potion and every single book I could get my hands on! I personally asked Aleister if he or anyone in his coven had any spells or rituals that could be used to save her, but there’s nothing that can be done for Addie without her paying a huge price!” He nearly yelled, frustrated by his own inadequacy. “I even thought about going to Finn, but a deal made with the Demon King himself comes with a heavy toll!! What would you have me do? Go to Pete and let him or one of his clan members turn Addie into a vampire?!” By now he was flailing his arms in anger. Taking a deep breath, calming himself down, he sat next to Baron on the foot of the bed. “Look, I know it’s risky and hasn’t been tried in decades, I’d be asking a lot of both you and Addie, but it’s worth a try isn’t it?” “Ok, but why would I risk it? If she dies because of my bite, that’s blood on our hands.” Baron spat, getting up and pacing angrily back and forth. “I think we both know the answer to that, Alpha.” Cole said quietly. “Oh really? You have all the answers, right?” Baron’s temper starting to get the best of him. “Think about it, you’ve had dozens of women in your life, hardly ever seeing the same one twice. Your wolf has never once scented any of them nor had the desire to. I barely mention that Dolph wants her and you immediately feel yourself losing control of your anger. I’ll bet my last dollar that you’re fighting the urge to tear him apart as we speak!” Michael said, a small smirk playing in his lips. “What the hell’s your point, Cole?!” “She’s your luna.” —- *a/n: so I realize that this may not be common knowledge so a Luna is the alpha female, or mate to the alpha. She’s second only to the alpha!! Hope this helps!

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How to Avoid League of Legends Tilt

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How to Avoid League of Legends Tilt

Tilt impacts all of us – even the professionals – and it can do serious damage to your ELO if you play League of Legends under tilt. That’s why it’s important to avoid League of Legends tilt at all costs.

This blog post aims to answer three key questions regarding League of Legends tilt hopefully helping you avoid becoming tilted in the future. We’ll start with explaining what tilt is, then we’ll move onto the symptoms of tilt before finally looking at what you can to do avoid becoming the next toxic Riven main.

So, unlike Team Siren, let’s get started.

What is League of Legends Tilt?

We can’t learn how to avoid tilt if we don’t know what it is.

Tilt is a term which originally comes from gambling (specifically poker) where a player is playing badly because of unlucky draws and minor mistakes leading to frustration.

This mixture of frustration with a feeling of unjust leads to more poor decisions and larger mistakes which causes the player to go into tilt further.

When we want to apply this to League of Legends tilt it’s very similar. Imagine you are playing League of Legends and you feel it’s unfair because a mistake cost you the game which you had no control over. Maybe a team mate decided to AFK or someone unskilled on the enemy team is fed.

This leads to you getting angry and then you lose focus so you start to make your own game changing mistakes. We’ve summed up League of Legends tilt in an easy to read diagram. Each time you go around this circle the tilt will only get worse leading to more losses and a cycle that is hard to break.

Sounds Terrible – But am I on Tilt?

You can’t avoid League of Legends tilt if you don’t know what tilt is.

Don’t worry though – there are some easy to tell signs when you are going onto tilt. Here are some of the major warning signs you are about to enter into a League of Legends tilt.

You Could be on Tilt if you’re making Irrational Decisions

When you play against a troll pick, like Blitzcrank mid, you’ll probably go into the game expecting to win. Unfortunately something happens and you’ll end up losing your lane, your sanity and end up on tilt.

You went into this match up expecting to win, I mean he is a Blitzcrank mid after all, and you can’t accept the crushing defeat he’s handed to you with his big robotic hands. Unfortunately after some nice grabs and a couple of jungle ganks later you’re currently 0/10 against this guy and your ready to run into the enemy tower constantly.

After a frustating game and a quick stop at the keyboard store you queue back up and all of a sudden you get a great idea.

What if I play Blitzcrank mid

If this situation feels familiar to you then you’re probably on a tilt (or some other substance like alcohol). Playing Blitzcrank mid is not a good idea and it won’t help you win – you just had a bad game. Accept this and move on. This situation isn’t just unique to champion picks either. The same can be said for poor dragon decisions or silly warding mistakes. If you played against a team that seriously focused the dragons and you lost hard it doesn’t mean you should only focus on the dragons in the next game. Keep your focus on the game, use tactics that work for your team and don’t make any irrational decisions based on previous experiences.

You’re Tilting if you’re Trolling or Flaming

The cornerstone of a League of Legends tilt is flaming. You’re trying to play your lane but you start to feel the rage build up inside. Before you know it your hands move to your keyboard and you’ve insulted your teammates mother. It spirals out of control and after the innevitable all chat begging for reports the games over and you’re left staring at a defeat screen.

No rational or happy person is going to start telling their teammates how much they suck. If you start to flame your team after every mistake they make then you’re going to be adding to the problem, not solving it. Just focus on improving your own game and encourage your teammates.

The ‘feeder’ in the top lane doesn’t need any more hate (even if he’s playing Riven) – he probably feels bad enough already. By flaming the guy you’re only going to cause him to go into a League of Legends tilt too. He’ll then carry his negative attitude into his next game and probably flame again. Eventually the whole community ends up flaming faster than a fire in 1666 London.

Do everyone a favour and follow these two simple tips. If you feel yourself getting angry then:

1) Mute everyone in the game and focus on your own gameplay.

2) Make sure you don’t queue up again until you’re calm.

You’re on a League of Legends Tilt if you’re Expecting to Lose

How can you expect to win if you go into each game expecting to lose?

It’s never my fault, always rubbish teams.

This is the classic sign of a League of Legends tilt. If you feel like you’re going to lose and what’s the point then why bother queueing? Just stop playing until you feel more positive. You could go outside, Read a book, play another game or just log into a League of Legends smurf account and have a relaxing normal game.

By going into a game expecting to lose you’re going to make stupid mistakes and have a short temper. As soon as something bad happens in this game you’ll simply sigh and say: “Here we go again” and continue to play without a care in the world. While playing without caring can make the experience less stressful it’s not going to help you climb the ladder.

It’s not Skype… Typing more than Playing

League of Legends requires you to only use your left side of your keyboard.

At no point should you feel the need to put your right hand onto your keyboard and start talking.

People on a League of Legends tilt tend to spend more time flaming and typing in chat then actually playing the game. If you can’t help yourself then you could mute all the other players and focus on yourself only. This way you can improve your own game. The fact is you’re not going to change someone elses playstyle so don’t bother trying.

If you’re really struggling you could remove all the keys from the right hand side of your keyboard – although we don’t actually reccomend you do this.

Focusing on others in Champion Select

Have you ever just come out of a bad game where your jungle picked an out of flavour (or even meta) champion and did nothing only to go into the next game and have a different guy pick the same champion?

While we admit it’s uncommon to see two Heimerdinger Jungles in a row, it can happen. The problem is you’re going to attribute your previous loss to the Heimerdinger and instantly assume that, since there’s another Heimerdinger, the end result will be the same.

You can either say; “Omfg We just had a Heimerdinger and he sucked. GG we lost.” or you could just think; “Hey this guy is playing the same champion as the other guy – maybe he can use him correctly”. Here’s a tip (and a spear behind it): The second one is a much better way of thinking.

If you are comparing your teammate’s champions to previous games then you are probably on League of Legends tilt and you should start to focus on your own game. Oh and in the unfortunate situation of having two Heimerdinger Jungles in a row: just dodge.

You’re going to lose less LP, not effect your MMR and save yourself 30 minutes. You can even use the 5 minute time out to exercise.

I’m on League of Legends tilt – What do I do?

If you find yourself in the situation above then firstly: don’t worry. League of Legends has a tendancy to tilt most people and League of Legends tilt doesn’t mean you have anger issues.

Tilt affects everyone and you can only have a limited patience before competitive video games will eventually start to annoy you. Once you’ve accepted your tilt it’s time to take action. The quicker you take action the less damage the tilt will do to your MMR, mental state and keyboard.

If you are in a game and you start to experience tilt then you should put on your favourite song, mute your entire team, and focus on making improvements. Set yourself little goals like aiming to get 30 CS without dying or pushing a lane to get a tower.

If you find yourself on tilt after the game then you should not queue up for any more games. This will only cause you to go into a worse League of Legends tilt.

Ways to Beat League of Legends Tilt

If you want to stop tilting then here’s some of our top tips.

Play Another Game – Try a different game for a bit. League of Legends is a fast paced and stressful competitive game which leads to a harsh atmosphere and blood-thirsty community. Relax with a simple game like Minecraft or Bejeweled before queuing again.

Play with Friends – Everything is better with friends. Avoid arguments and the luck of the draw in the team raffle by playing with friends that won’t feed or troll. You’ll also be aware that tilting in front of your friends is going to damage your friendship and embarrass you.

Exercise – It’s a proven fact that physical exhaustion will increase your mental fitness. The release of endorphin also make you feel better and make you play better when you come back. Just let your heart rate settle first.

Watch YouTube or Twitch – You can relax on the internet by watching your favourite tuber or streamer. Just make sure that if they are playing League of Legends you focus on their own game and not their team.

Clean your Area – Cleaning can make you feel great (through exercise) and give you something to do to help you calm down. Coming back to a clean desk will make you feel ready to play and give you a fresh start.

Talk to a Friend – Whatever voice program you use (We personally love Discord) talking to a friend can calm you down. Tell them your terrible experiences and laugh together at the misfortune you’ve had. After a quick rofl you can return to the game with a smile on your face.

Sleep – Sleeping can help you de stress and avoid League of Legends tilt. Throughout education its recommended that you get a good nights sleep after a revision session to help solidify what you’ve previously learnt. When you’re trying to climb the League of Legends ladder a nap will help refresh you as well as cement your new knowledge.

Act on your Triggers – You should by now already know what triggers you. If it’s abuse or flaming then simply mute them without replying. If troll picks are more your tilt then simply dodge. Whatever triggers you – there’s always a sensible solution without going into a League of Legends tilt.

If you want any extra advice on how to stop tilting then here is a fantastic post by UnrankedSmurfs on what to do to stop League of Legends tilt.

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