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lucysarah-c · 11 months ago

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I would like you very much to talk about the girlfriend effect on Levi's fashion

The man has zero sense on it it's actually hurt

The way I squealed when I read this ask. I was like that TikTok sound of “OH MY GOODNESSI LOVE THIS QUESTION! I THINK..!”

*Deep sigh* Anon, you're absolutely right; it's time we face the truth about Levi's sense of style – it's hideous. Have you witnessed those panels of him in the Uprising arc with a T-shirt on top of a long-sleeve shirt? I mean, seriously, it's like, "You're lucky I adore you, Levi…"

Now, let's establish some basics. We can't delve into the "girlfriend effect" without first acknowledging Levi's life as a man. I hate to break it to many of us, but Levi is, indeed, a man – raised by Kenny, no less. Levi values cleanliness and practicality. To sum up Levi's approach to broad topics: cheap, pragmatic, and straightforward. The only exceptions to this rule are tea and cleaning. Levi grew up in poverty, so he won't waste a single penny on face cream, even if you harass him. As an example, there's a "game" that was only available, I believe, in Japan, that had side stories, and Levi literally told Erwin he wasted too much money on "pointless" stuff like hair pomade…

Levi doesn't buy much furniture, treats for his body, clothes – anything, really. I'd even venture to say he might get some of his clothes from donations. He saves his money for tea… and tea sets.

And here's where the girlfriend comes into the picture. It starts subtly; she spends a night in his personal chambers and suggests bringing in new pillows, curtains, furniture, scented candles, and bathroom appliances for her stuff. Then the full transformation happens.

Levi, pale as ever, refuses to wear sunscreen like any man would. “I'm trying to look after you!" she would insist while running her hand through his face; he's not pleased. He hates the sticky feeling, but it's just the beginning. He pretends to dislike it, but he falls asleep so easily when his face is on her legs, and she's giving him a face massage with a full face glam, mask, and gua sha.

"You have to use it like this, against the hair movement, to create volume so your hair doesn't stick to your scalp," she says, applying molding wax to his hair to give it more volume. Skincare routine? Check. Lip balms? Check. Hairstyles? Check. Personal chambers now looking comfy and homey? Double-check.

And finally, the clothes. He's against it at first, always in uniform, so why bother? But she explains how proportions and colors can make him look taller, and he's tempted to tell her he doesn't care. However, her puppy eyes beg him to wear what she chose.

The result? Levi, who once dressed like a pre-teen from the 2000s, transforms into a model. The LOOKS? He goes out with the vets for a few beers on a day off, and MPs are turning around; even Erwin is surprised. He's supposed to be the high maintenance of the group, not Levi! This transformation becomes the main giveaway that Levi is dating. Glowing skin, glass-like complexion, perfectly cut and smooth hair with ideal volume.

The cherry on top? Suddenly, he's taking days off, going out more, and knows a lot about which restaurants are "not that bad," all while dressing like a Vogue cover.

The only disadvantage? Now he has his pockets full of lip glosses, napkins, hand cream, etc. Women's clothes don't have pockets. How is he supposed to explain to the MPs when they ask for a pen, and he pulls out a pink, glittery lip gloss from his pocket? Not everything is an upside.

I ADORED this question! I hope the answer is somehow what you had in mind! Thank you so so much for sending this.

I hope you and your loved ones are doing great today and stay safe!

Lots of love!

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tonixe · 1 year ago

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"I only have eyes for the King'

n.o.t.e.s - I have been watching some royal tv shows and movies, and it made me think of this. Also, I love kyle sm. ✩

w.a.r.n - Some Nsfw mention fluff, cheating, and violence.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Kyle Broflovski x Queen!reader ✩

w.c. - 1.1k

part two: II

A long time ago in Zaron, a young queen was ruling over the Kupa Kingdom, trying to find a 'husband' to rule but her only real intention was to produce an heir to rule after her.

You fixed your gown and your French hood, sitting down on your throne. Guard surrounding you with protection. You crossed your legs holding your head with your palm.

Your head is filled with boredom from your past suitors trying to get your attention, you sat there with boredom in your eyes. You were getting tired, as your squire and lady-in-waiting saw.

"The next suitor up is Clyde Donovan, The Duke of Kraghon" you're ellman announced. You place your head on your fisted hand on the throne bar.

Most of your suitors were old men trying to seek power. A few were young but there were merely a few royal titles, not much to bring to the table but their healthy sperm were able to create an heir to your kingdom.

The duke was one the examples of what you thought. He was young and handsome, pure, and had eyes filled with hope. But not enough to woo you short.

Soon there wasn't any suitor to read off of.

"Is it done?" you asked uncrossing your legs and looking at your officer.

"Yes, my grace" he bowed as he spoke to you.

"I'll be leaving to return to my chambers" You got up from the throne with the help of one of your guards, soon walking onto the beautiful tapestries leading down to the huge doors, that started to open by the guards, your lady in waiting following suit.

The guards, servants, officers, and political figures bowed down to you before you left the room.

Walking down the hallways in the big palace, your heels clicking onto the marble floor. Soon one of your paladin ran towards you and he stopped when spotting you, his landing audible.

"M-my grace" he stutters out

"What happened," you asked the paladin.

"My grace, the king of the elven kingdom is coming, for a talk with you," he said as he bowed down.

"Make sure to keep the knights on guard for his arrival," you said as you glanced at the blonde paladin bowing down to your feet bowing down.

"Yes, my grace" the blonde man bowed as he ran away.

"My grace," your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny, spoke up, her blonde hair braided into two, as she was wearing a purple dress. "Shall we start planning for the King's arrival" she spoke up.

"I suppose so; we can't show the enemy of our faults," you spoke, holding your hands together as you glanced past her. You don't have the greatest relationship with the Elf king due to past arguments with the red-headed king. The only thing you would agree with about your ex-husband would be how annoying he was.

"Kenny inform the staff of the King's arrival" you spoke softly as you look at the blonde princess.

"Yes my queen" She curtsies, walking away from you as you hear the clicking of her steps. It puzzled you how the red-headed king was coming to the kingdom, you glance at the color-stained window, adorn by the long satin red curtains.

It hasn't been this loud in the palace ever since the time that you used to be a past ruler or such would say your 'husband' has been ruling over, King Eric, the grand wizard they say.

The real person who should be dead, stealing the stick of truth and lying to his followers more than that, he lied to many kingdoms and the elf kingdom. It didn't even matter. You got your revenge on him cheating on you with Duchess Heidi Turner, destroying them both. Revenge for Cartman makes them look like a fool, while he prances around the duchess not even making it discrete from the kingdom. Painting you as to a fool.

It was because of him you did it.

Sneaking into the elf king's chamber through a beautiful rug, wrapping yourself in, only wearing an elegant, revealing nightgown that barely covered anything before you stripped yourself bare for him.

That was the first night.

But not the only night you had with the elf king, using his influence to kick your 'husband' off the throne.

The memory haunting your mind, the thought of the elf king touching your nude skin, as he kissed your delicate skin, covering your body in love bites. Kissing you passionately, your moans slipping from your lips.

While he touched you in places he shouldn't. your chastity was gone from the beginning; you didn't pass it to your husband; you gave it to his enemy and an enemy supposedly of yours.

He is supposed to be your enemy, not your lover, the history of both of your kingdoms built up a great rivalry.

But it felt like when you were with him, you were free. You always dreamed of him, and you have children together as you prance through the field of flowers with your children and on in the way. As you wrap your arms around his neck, he kisses you lovingly.

But that dream has been crushed by politics and war; as you sighed out, looking at your knights walking to the front guarding the castle.

[A few days later]

You were in your chambers, maids helping you get into your dress. You sat at your vanity, and your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny helped with brushing your hair and placing it on your French hood.

"You look beautiful, my queen," she said as she lifted up your lip brush to apply red paint on your lips. "Thank you, Princess Kenny" You fluttered your eyes at her, making her cheek turn pink.

After Kenny finished up your makeup, she gave you a curtsy and walked out of the room as you turned yourself to your vanity, picked up your powder puff, and applied powder to your face.

You heard knocking on the door.

"Come in," you spoke as you slipped on your white gloves.

Your paladin came in with news; you assumed, "My queen, he's here, waiting for you" As he bowed down to you, your eyes widened at the name, "I'll be there," you said, "Thank you" you looked at Butters, as you dismissed him off.

You didn't know what was going to happen in the meeting, but you were ready for anything, though for him being a past 'lover' he was just a pawn for you to play against your ex-husband.

As you powder your face some more, fixing up your makeup before you exit your chambers, your lady-in-waiting waiting outside for you as she is accompanied you to the awaiting elven king.

Your long emerald-colored dress inched from the floor as you held your hands together, walking to the council room. Making contact with the red-headed king before looking away and sitting on one of the two throne chairs in the room, Princess Kenny sitting on the council chairs.

"Shall we start?" the red-headed king said.

"Yes, we shall" you made eye contact with the king.

#kyle brofloski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle brovloski x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle brovlofski #south park #south park x y/n #south park x you #south park x reader #stick of truth #butter stotch #eric cartman #princess kenny #sp kenny #sp kenny mccormick #sp butters #butters leopold stotch #queen reader #stan marsh

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jt1674 · 4 months ago

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#jackie mclean #appointment in ghana #jackie's bag #blue mitchell #tina brooks #kenny drew #art taylor #paul chambers

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redybearsent · 3 months ago

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Paper Mario: the Heirlooms of Doom

Paper Mario: the Heirlooms of Doom It´s a little concept some friends and I came up with some time ago, it was made (like any other fan Paper Mario project) with the propose of writing a story like the ones from the first 3 games with some elements from the newer instalments of the saga.

-Plot Summary:" A thousand years ago, a powerful mage collected 6 cursed artifacts that had the powerful sprites within them, the mage sealed them on a chamber protected by a spell so no one would use the heirlooms for evil... Until one day, Bowser, Kammy, and a strange cloaked figure arrived at the chamber where the heirlooms laid... The mysterious figure broke the seal so Bowser would take the heirlooms. With those relics on Bowser´s claws, a series of unfortune events would start to happen all around the kingdom, and thus, starting a new adventure for our hero."

-Characters:

Mario: "It´s a him! You already now him."

Orbert: "The assistant of the mage of the legend, he was tasked to protect the chamber and now, with the help of Mario and Co. is on the search for the 6 heirlooms."

Niff T.: "An errand toad that knows a little bit of everything. He´s your first partner and the one with the ability of Tattling The Enemies"

Koorrow: "A deceased Koopatrol who fell during a fearsome battle against a legendary beast. He´s your second partner and the one with the Shell Toss ability"

Sherifit: "The bold bringer of peace and order of the Wild East Desert town. He´s your third partner and the one with the ability of Blowing Thing Up with his bullets."

Baketty: "A young baker rookie from the Luncheon Kingdom. She´s searching for the perfect recipe to earn her "Master Baker" tittle. She´s your forth partner and the one with the ability of Flying Mario Across Gaps"

Kenny Boom: "A heartthrob actor with great strength and aim. Don´t let his appearance fool you, he has a heart of gold. He´s your fifth partner and the one with the ability of Throwing Mario To High Places."

Yuki: "A yo kai from a snowy land where cherry trees blossom. She harnesses the power of cold hails. She´s your sixths partner and the one with the ability of Blowing Wind."

Miney: "The foreman of the Monty Mole Wrecking Crew. He was tasked with constructing a tunnel to the Mushroom Kingdom and somehow... He got dragged into the adventure! He´s your seventh and last partner, he has the ability of Hiding Mario Underground."

Check out the DeviantArt post: https://www.deviantart.com/redybearsart/art/1086784084

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vodkaandsnakes · 7 months ago

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On this day, April 6, in Type O Negative history:

Type O Negative play the Ogden Theatre with Coal Chamber, Full Devil Jacket, and The Deadlights in Denver, CO (2000)

Type O Negative play the Newport Music Hall in Columbus, OH (2007)

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jazzdailyblog · 1 year ago

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Cannonball Adderley: The Soulful Saxophonist Who Redefined Jazz

Introduction: In the annals of jazz history, few names resonate as profoundly as Cannonball Adderley. A virtuoso saxophonist and bandleader, Adderley’s contributions to the world of music transcend mere technique; they embody the essence of soul and innovation. This blog post delves into the life, legacy, and musical genius of the man whose horn spoke a language of its own. The Early…

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#Cannonball Adderley #Hank Jones #Jazz History #Jazz Saxophonists #Joe Zawinul #Kenny Clarke #Kind of Blue #Miles Davis #Nat Adderley #Paul Chambers

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eway · 24 days ago

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@puyopuyoconfessions @smb0 @madoumonogatarirunelord @colorfullaudino @elder-sister

BEHOLD!

The Puyo Puyo Movie Franchise Cast List!

Arle (young): Alexis Tipton

Schezo (young): Veronica Taylor or Sarah Natochenny

Camus: Tara Strong

Fudoushi: Mark Hamill

The Teacher: Amanda C. Miller

Skeleton-T: Bryan Massey

Nasu Grave: Clancy Brown

Momomo: Jesse McCartney

Lala: Sarah Blandy

Arle: Lindsay Seidel

Rulue: Scarlett Johansson

Minotauros: Troy Baker

The Dark Prince: Xander Mobus

Carbuncle: Tomoko Kaneda

Schezo: Yuri Lowenthal

Amitie: Evelyn Huynh

Sig: Hunter MacKenzie

Ms. Accord: Julie Andrews

Raffina: Brett Walter

Klug: Thessaly Lerner

Lidelle: Erica Schroeder

Yu: Laura Faye Smith

Rei: Laura Faye Smith

The Crimson Spirit: Ron Perlman

Ocean Prince: Greg Cipes

Suketoudara: Tom Kenny

Sukiyapotes: Michele Knotz

Harpy: Teresa Gallagher

Panotty: Lani Minella

Witch: Julie Ann Taylor

Zoh Daimoh: Jim Cummings

Merigu: Dani Chambers

Shosu: Kayzie Rogers

Emi: Kerry Williams

Sasori Man: Billy Bob Thompson

Akuma: ProZD

Feli: Amber Hood

Lemres: "Weird Al" Yankovic (This one was a suggestion by one of the people I tagged)

Strange Klug: Thessaly Lerner

Salde (the voice direction changes when he changes form, but the actor remains the same): Greg Cipes

Wish: Cree Summer

Tenori Zoh: Ikue Ōtani

Dark Matter: Andrew Rannells

Ragnus (Young): Veronica Taylor or Sarah Natochenny (whichever didn't voice young Schezo)

Ragnus (17): Antony Del Rio or Jason Griffith

Draco: Brianna Knickerbocker

Incubus: Liam O'Brien

Succubus: Erin Fitzgerald

Jaan: Hynden Walch

Scylla: Kari Wahlgren

Nomi: John DiMaggio

Yoggus: Marcus Stimac

Honey Bee: Lisa Ortiz

Serilly: Michelle Ruff

Doppelganger Schezo: Yuri Lowenthal

Phantom God: Ali Hillis and Jay Goede (Both voices are at the same time with vocal effects to add to the otherworldly feel)

Lilith (all she takes from the book counterpart is her name, the fact she's dead, and she was The Dark Prince's loving wife. She's not some goddess, just a ghost. I hate those books): Laura Bailey

Chico: Samantha Kelly

Doppelganger Arle: Lindsay Seidel

Ringo: Cassandra Lee Morris

Maguro: Spike Spencer

Risukuma: Keith David or Kevin Michael Richardson

Ecolo: Bryce Papenbrook

Everyone else would be voiced by new and unknown voice actors (like me! New voice actors should have a chance to break into the industry)

#Madou Monogatari #Puyo Puyo #eway talks

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october-writes · 4 months ago

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In celebration of passing the 150K word mark with my WIP

Here's another sneak peek of Icarus featuring my baby boy, STARS officer Leon.

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The STARS Office, Raccoon City, 7th July 1998

‘What gets coffee stains out of a white t-shirt?’

Jill Valentine, his superior and his sponsor in the Special Tactics and Rescue Service, looked at him cock-eyed like he’d just admitted to pissing his pants in the middle of role call.

‘I don’t know, Leon. What gets coffee stains out of a white t-shirt?’ she asked with a vulpine grin like she couldn’t wait for the punchline.

Leon threw himself into his chair and spun it to face her, ‘I spilled coffee on my favourite Van Halen t-shirt.’

‘D’aww. That must suck for you!’ she crooned and shot him an unconvincing pout, ‘But I’m not laying a finger on your dirty laundry, buddy. Nice try.’

Leon baulked, ‘I didn’t mean it like that! I’m asking for your advice.’

‘And you’re not asking one of the guys because...?’ Jill waggled her eyebrows at him expectantly.

Good question.

Oh.

Shit.

He’d offended her.

Until the upcoming arrival of their latest recruit, Rebecca Chambers, Jill had been the only woman in STARS. She wasn’t self conscious about it. She carried herself upright and unyielding like the STARS office had been built around her. But she was young, attractive and a damn good cop. If a guy at the RPD wasn’t crushing on her and trying to angle for a date, he was usually acting out, threatened by her profile and thrown by her blatant disinterest in making nice with the regular uniforms.

Leon respected her. Hell, he owed his place on this programme to her! It pained him to imagine her thinking otherwise.

‘I’m sorry. I only meant...’ Leon sighed and chose his next words carefully like he was measuring them out with a teaspoon, ‘Look, you’re one of the only real adults here besides Wesker, Kenny and Barry. Did you know that Joey just buys new underwear every other week instead of doing laundry?’

Jill’s fake grimace turned very real, ‘Augh! Well, I do now! Thanks for that.’

‘I didn’t wanna suffer alone,’ Leon shrugged cheekily.

‘Speaking of suffering,’ Jill paused to lower her voice, ‘How’s the shiner?’

She waggled her finger at the swollen bruise cushioning Leon’s left eye.

Leon’s smile withered and he felt faintly queasy, ‘How’s it look?’

Jill puckered her lips as she looked him over, ‘Like you picked a fight with your pride and lost.’

He nodded and rolled back to his desk. He was meant to be reviewing some old case files and searching for discrepancies between witness statements following a report of three missing hikers in the Arklay trail.

The Blue Bird nature trails outside the city were award-winning for their biodiversity and their cleanliness. They were beloved by ornithologists, fishermen and campers alike and it was rare to hear of any serious incidents within their boundaries besides a few broken bones or the occasional bear sighting.

The RPD’s Missing Persons Unit had hit a wall, so STARS had been asked to lend an extra few pairs of eyes to the investigation.

At least, that’s what Leon had been told. He’d almost had to pry the case file from Officer Mulligan’s hands that morning. The cop had snorted at Leon’s polite ‘thank you’ before storming off like a castrated bull. Leon had been here long enough to tell when Chief Irons had strong-armed the detectives into surrendering a prized case to STARS.

He’d poured over the files until his sight blurred, but Leon hadn’t found anything unusual in the reports. The RPD’s Missing Persons Unit had been doing a solid job. Besides a few misspellings, he couldn’t find fault with their paperwork. Wesker had asked him to look again, but Leon was beginning to wonder if he was just a pawn in some inter-departmental dick-measuring contest. He didn’t get into law enforcement to meddle in office politics, but here he was trying to play nice with everybody like everyday was his first day at kindergarten.

‘Irons is a bully,’ Chris had told him on his third day on the force, ‘Treat him like a feral dog. Stay out of his way. Don’t make eye contact. And whatever you do, don’t let him follow you home.’

‘I can’t avoid him forever. He’s our boss.’

‘Wesker’s our boss,’ Chris had corrected him, ‘And he kowtows to Umbrella, not to Irons.’

Leon was painfully aware of the pecking order and he was grateful for it. If Irons had had the last word on the matter, Leon would never have been accepted into STARS in the first place.

The door to the office blew open. Chris Redfield and Forest Spayer tumbled in, as always, in mid-argument. Forest was Bravo team’s security expert and lead marksman. He was Chris’ closest confidant and equivalent, but Forest lived to prove himself his best friend’s superior in every way. Each time Forest made an arrest, he slapped an eagle-shaped decal onto the side of his desk. Chris did the same, though he favoured a wolf-symbol.

‘It’s an Air Force thing,’ Jill had explained, ‘Like pilots marking a tally of their confirmed kills on the side of their jets. Trust these two to turn it into something so fucking lame!’

But the stickers were the tip of a very deep, dangerous iceberg. Chris and Forest’s extra curricular competitions ranged from the spirited (rafting in the Circular River in the dead of winter) to the foolhardy (motorcycle racing through the suburbs at midnight) to the downright unhinged. Forest had been hospitalised for a week after he and Chris had held a Ghost Pepper-eating contest at Jack’s Bar. There was a framed photograph in their office, taken by Chris, of Forest making a double-thumbs up in his hospital bed with tubes coming out of his nose.

Chris had tried to recruit Leon in some of his and Forest’s escapades, but Leon valued his limbs and his intestinal tract too much to really commit. He’d already puked his body weight after trying Forest’s special home-brew, so he’d resigned himself to cheering from the sidelines. He felt like a loser every time, like he’d turned down the chance to sit at the cool kids’ table.

‘We’re throwing snowballs off the roof of the clock tower! You want in?’

‘Not tonight.’

‘Why? You got knitting club tonight, grandma?’

‘I have plans.’

‘What “plans”?’

‘Just... regular old plans.’

‘I can’t believe this! You’re blowing me off for regular old plans?’

‘Yeah. Plans that don’t involve getting arrested by the guys in the office next door.’

Chris had grinned like the Devil and thumped the adjoining wall with his fist, ‘Them? Those fuckers are coming with us! Jesus Effing Christ, Leon... Does your head ever get tired wearing that halo around all day? You could use a few bumps and scrapes. It’ll give you some character.’

Hearing that, Leon’s defences had gone up so fast they’d made his ears ring. He’d spent that evening stewing over his paperwork and kicking himself. Weeks later, he’d taken a long, hard look in the mirror and seen the truth staring back at him with terrified eyes; the eyes of a kid who’d been bounced between eight different foster homes before the age of twelve.

He was doing the bare minimum to fit in because, even after passing his twelve month probation, he was convinced all this would come crashing down around him. He expected the walls of his new life to topple over like the cheap set of a cheesy sci-fi serial if he even breathed too hard. Everything he had felt too real and not real enough all at once.

At least as the ‘innocent rookie’ on the team, Leon had a place, an identity, a role. It was minor, but it made him feel seen. Now he’d outgrown it and that part was about to be re-cast with the newest member of the team, Rebecca Chambers. She was an eighteen-year old college graduate with a chemistry degree. She was inexperienced, but she was smart, friendly and eager. She was due to start any day now.

Leon was already getting nervous. Chris was the best shot on the team. There wasn’t a building on the planet Jill couldn’t infiltrate. Barry Burton could handle every type of firearm invented since the nineteenth century. Brad Vickers was a nervous wreck, but he could make a chopper dance in mid-air like a prima ballerina without breaking a sweat. Joey Frost was a hot mess, but he kept their vehicles running smoother than whipped cream. And Richard was such a gifted comms technician, he’d been hacking police radios before he lost his first baby tooth.

But who the hell was Leon Scott Kennedy? He had half a college degree in social work, a respectable score at the shooting range and a handful of commendations already too old to matter anymore.

His team trusted him. After the jewellery store robbery and hostage situation a few months back, Leon knew for sure that he had their respect. But he didn’t know what kind of cop he was becoming. He was too afraid to pinpoint his strengths because what if he didn’t have any? What if, after all that work, he was still ordinary and replaceable; his ‘potential’ just smoke and mirrors? He was a good all-rounder and someone almost everybody got on with, but what if that was it?

It would make for a tepid obituary.

Leon teetered like he was standing on the edge of a great precipice. He could see the stars reflected in the water below. They streaked together to form words, a message: “jump!” He pictured his body dashed onto the rocks below.

Jill looked up from her desk as Chris hung up his leather jacket, ‘You’re lucky Wesker’s in a meeting. He catches you rolling in late again and he’s putting you on traffic duty.’

Chris threw his denim-clad butt onto the corner of Jill’s desk, making her pencils rattle in their holder, ‘No he won’t. He loves me!’

Forest made sloppy kissy noises as he staggered, hungover, to the coffee machine in the back.

‘He wants you taking point on the Atwood case,’ Jill told Chris as she playfully backhanded his hip until he vacated her desk.

‘Aw, come on. No! I thought Atwood was handled,’ Chris seethed, ‘It was a B and E where the perp grabbed some jewellery and an old laptop. Who the heck cares?’

‘Umbrella cares, so we have to,’ she retorted, ‘Atwood’s one of their top execs and that laptop had company data.’

‘It was probably just a junkie who didn’t know what he had and pawned it all the next day. Harry Atwood owns five homes and shits in a gold toilet. He can afford a new laptop and a new pearl necklace for his wife. I think we can say “case closed” with a clean conscience.’

‘You’ve got a funny idea of what constitutes a “closed case”. Where’d you learn to be a cop again?’

‘Same place as you, Valentine.’

She smiled serenely, ‘Please. Don’t remind me.’

‘Aye!’ Forest yowled from the back of the office like he’d just been mugged, ‘This coffee tastes like someone took a dump in my mug! Who made this?’

Barry poked his head out from the armoury, ‘Hey, dick head! I roasted those beans myself.’

‘What’d you roast them in? Cow shit?’

‘Guys!’ Kenneth Sullivan barked from his corner desk, gesticulating with the phone receiver he was covering with his free hand, ‘Is it too much to ask for five minutes of peace? Do I need to start taking calls in the bathroom like a cheating husband, just to get through a conversation without someone having a meltdown over something stupid in the background?’

Leon grinned behind his fingers as he propped his chin on his hand and watched them rile each other up. It had taken him weeks to get used to it; the good-natured bickering, the half-hearted complaints, the name-calling, and the bizarre one-upmanship that only seemed to bring them closer together like a family whose shared veins ran with a heady combination of caffeine and bravado.

‘It’s my turn to do a coffee run anyway,’ he volunteered with an exaggerated sigh.

His ass was barely out of his seat before he was hit with a tsunami of coffee orders. Leon smiled and nodded, not understanding a word as they yelled over each other. It didn’t matter. He knew each and every order by heart.

‘I don’t know how we ever got any work done before you showed up, rookie,’ Barry chuckled as he returned to the armoury.

Leon grabbed his jacket. He felt a tight feeling in his chest as he wandered past Chris’ desk.

‘Hey, uh... the Atwood file’s on Enrico’s desk,’ Leon said to him, ‘But I just ran it through the copier. It should be in the out-tray.’

Chris grunted and pretended to log into the RPD database for the third time. He didn’t even look at Leon.

‘So you’re not even going to make eye contact with me now, Chris? Is that it?’

Chris flexed his right hand, the bruises on his knuckles shinning blue under the light of his desk lamp.

Leon ground his teeth as his next words swelled in his throat. It took all his self-control not to erupt.

‘How much longer are we gonna do this?’ he hissed, ‘I said I was sorry!’

Chris was out of his chair as if the seat had caught fire. He stood tall, glowering at Leon like the headlights of an approaching car. He was playing chicken, daring Leon to jump out of the way.

Redfield was a rooster. He was used to being the leader of the pack, the others falling in line the moment he snapped his fingers or gave a show. But Leon was as gentle and stubborn as a river. He was the steady, constant drip-drip-drip of water than could level mountains if given enough time and Chris knew it.

Behind him, Leon was aware of Forest edging closer, readying himself to intervene between the two officers.

‘Chris, come on man,’ Forest muttered, his hand hovering over Chris’ arm.

Chris shrugged him off. He pushed away from his desk and thundered out of the office. He slammed the door so hard it bounced open again instead of staying closed.

‘Too fucking early for this shit...’ Jill muttered, combing her hands through her hair before going after him.

The room was uncharacteristically quiet for a long beat; it was so silent they could hear the clacking of keyboards in the office next door and the drone of a leaf blower in the courtyard outside. Then Forest inhaled and opened his yapper.

‘I mean...’ Forest whined, forcing the words through stiff lips, ‘I can... see why he’s... yuh know... pissed. You did sorta... make out with his little sister.’

Leon felt his cheeks turn cold like someone had dunked his head into a bucket of ice.

‘What?’ he choked, ‘Who told you that shit?’

Forest puckered his lips, ‘A little birdy named Joey Frost...’

Figures.

‘I didn’t make out with his sister!’

Okay, the thing is that wasn’t one hundred percent true. More like ninety percent on the outside. Lips had connected, sure. But Leon barely remembered the encounter. It had been a stupid mistake, but a costly one.

Besides, it was the confrontation that had happened afterwards that had truly poisoned the air between the two men. Words had been exchanged; ones so toxic that their friendship felt like something you couldn’t approach without a hazmat suit. Leon had apologised for his part in it, but Chris was still attempting to break the world record for giving someone the silent treatment.

Leon scowled at Chris’ empty desk, ‘It doesn’t matter what I say or how hard I grovel. He’s an asshole.’

Forest narrowed his amber eyes before extending his blistered hand and tipping it back and forth like a set of wobbling scales, ‘Ehh. Po-tay-toe, Po-tah-toe! You say “asshole”, I say... “conflicted”.’

‘Conflicted?’

‘I’ve known him since high school. If Chris admits that he over-reacted, he’d have to look into why he over-reacted. And that’s a Pandora’s box I don’t wanna be around when it pops, you get me?’

‘I didn’t want to be in the middle of this.’

‘This is why we stay outta the Redfield family drama,’ Barry cut in with a sympathetic tut, ‘They take other people down with ‘em. No survivors.’

Leon snorted but stayed silent, still not sure if he agreed with them or not. He thought he knew Chris, but this side of him was dark, sullen, resentful; a smudged shadow of the STARS maverick, the bold, confident and irrepressible face of their team.

Forest gave Leon the kind of vacant grin he always made when he was about to say something that had a fifty-fifty shot of pissing someone off, ‘Do you know what you’re problem is, Leon?’

‘Yeah,’ Leon shoved his arms into his jacket and felt around in his pockets for his wallet, ‘He’s got a big mouth and his name’s Joey.’

Forest jabbed the corner of his mouth with his tongue and chuckled, ‘Your problem, rookie, is that you can’t leave things well enough alone. You gotta try and save everyone from themselves. Let Chris be mad at you! Let him get you out of his system like a bad case of diarrhea. Because when he’s done shittin’ his pants, he’ll realise he’s only angry at himself.’

Leon nodded mutely as he slunk out of the office.

He was back at the precinct less than an hour later with an assortment of coffees and a tray of doughnuts; americanos for Kenneth and Barry (extra sugar packets for Barry), a caramel latte with whipped cream for Joey, a black tea with a dash of milk for Forest, cappuccino for Jill, and a cold brew for Chris.

The walk had done him some good, but when he’d arrived back at the office he’d found the mood as low as when he’d left. He knew the source: it was him. He was Ground Zero with legs, a walking reminder that their STARS family wasn’t as tight and happy as the group photo on the wall made them out to be.

Sitting at his desk with so many eyes on him, Leon writhed like an ant under a magnifying glass on a hot summer’s day.

He tried to rub the fatigue off his face. Jill had already left. She was gearing up for a quick recon of the hiking trails. She was taking Joey and Kenneth with her. An RPD pilot, Kevin Dooley, was dropping them off and providing air support.

‘Hey!’ Kenneth bopped Leon on the head with his case file as he strolled past the rookie’s desk, ‘Baking soda and white vinegar. Let it sit for an hour. Then wash on cold.’

‘What?’ Leon blinked up at him.

‘Your t-shirt, bro. The coffee stain. You just gotta be patient. That’s all.’

Leon pressed his palms together in gratitude, ‘Thanks. You’re a good man.’

Kenneth backed towards the door with an expression of baffled amusement, ‘Please! I’m the goddamn best there is!’

Before he’d made it to the exit, Leon sat up at his desk and called out to him.

‘Hey! Is there any room on that chopper?’ he asked, his eyes wide like he was getting ready to duck if the other man shot him down.

The sympathetic look that morphed Kenneth’s features told Leon that he’d heard the unspoken plea woven through the innocent question. The precinct had become stifling. Leon had to be out of here for longer than a few minutes. He needed wide open space. He needed fresh, uncomplicated air. He needed to get out of this office and out of his own head.

‘Grab your gear, kid,’ Kenneth grinned, ‘Wheels up in twenty.’

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tbc when I actually finish this thing 💀 I think I'm barely halfway through.

In the meantime, you can always read the first fic in this series Pandora, featuring Umbrella scientist Ada Wong.

#leon s kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #jill valentine #chris redfield #barry burton #fic: icarus #this will be a leon x ada fic when it's done btw

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Westminster city council and Social Work England last week became the latest to join a list of organisations – including Arts Council England, a barristers’ chambers and a thinktank – found to have discriminated against a female worker because of their gender-critical beliefs.

The social worker Rachel Meade’s winagainst the council and her profession’s regulator means she joins a select but growing group of gender-critical feminists who have successfully brought discrimination claims on the basis of their beliefs.

Gender-critical feminists believe sex is biological and cannot be changed, and disagree with trans rights activists who say gender identity should be given priority in terms of law-making and policy. Clashes in workplaces – in some cases with those who regard the focus on biological sex as transphobic – have led to a string of employment tribunals.

On Monday, a tribunal began hearing a constructive dismissal claim from Roz Adams against Edinburgh Rape Crisis Centre. Next month, Kenny McBride’s case against the Scottish government is due to be heard in Glasgow, while judgments are pending in a claim from Prof Jo Phoenix against the Open University and that of the Green party’s former deputy leader Shahrar Ali against the party.

In all four cases – and more in the pipeline – the claimants argue they were discriminated against because they hold gender-critical beliefs.

They hope to follow in the footsteps of the barrister Allison Bailey, and of the researcher Maya Forstater who obtained a landmark judgment in 2021 that her gender-critical beliefs were a protected philosophical belief under the Equality Act. The campaign group Sex Matters, founded by Forstater, has identified at least 19 current cases.

After the Meade case last week, which like several others involved disciplinary action being initiated against an employee as a result of social media postings, Westminster council said it would “consider what changes we need to make”. For the local authority it comes too late to prevent a payout, but other employers may need to learn from it.

Lucy Lewis, a partner at the law firm Lewis Silkin, said that on such a politically charged issue, employers could feel they must act quickly after a complaint.

“Because this has become a politically toxic issue, there’s a sort of temptation [on the part of employers] to take a kneejerk reaction rather than the considered view of actually, what is the impact, is there another way we can address this [other than disciplinary proceedings or suspension]?

“People are being influenced by the very public and political dialogue on this and actually there’s value in just taking a step back and understanding all the factors.”

Georgina Calvert-Lee, an employment and equality barrister at Bellevue Law, agreed that the wider debate – in which gender-critical feminists and advocates of transgender rights have been at loggerheads – may have influenced employers, but said they must adjust their behaviour in light of the case law.

“What Forstater and Bailey have done is they’ve set this very strong precedent of tolerance,” Calvert-Lee said.

“Above all, in a pluralistic society, which is what we want, you have to accept that people are going to have different views and some people are going to find their colleagues’ views completely obnoxious – but nevertheless protected because freedom of speech is something that … has been really promoted and underlined.

“It’s always been there but it’s been sort of forgotten in some of these culture wars.”

After settling a case with a gender-critical volunteer, Katie Alcock, Girlguiding UK said it remained “a home for trans people” but added: “We agree that sex and gender are different, and will reflect this in the language we use.”

After another case that was settled out of court, brought by the student James Esses, who was thrown off his course for expressing gender-critical views, the UK Council for Psychotherapy conceded it was a valid professional belief that children suffering from gender dysphoria should receive counselling rather than medical intervention and people should not be discriminated against for such beliefs. Esses’ case against the Metanoia Institute continues.

Calvert-Lee said the cases to date showed the importance of employers training staff “about what is acceptable and what’s not and what amounts to harassment and what probably doesn’t – the sort of respect they should give to each other”, as well as giving training to those staff investigating complaints.

“Whenever there’s some sort of complaint which involves a belief that’s basically pitted against another belief, they [the investigator] have to be completely neutral,” she said. “It’s not on for the investigator to come to it very overtly with their own value judgment.”

The tribunals have made clear that it is not a free-for-all but a balancing exercise. For instance, David Mackereth – an outlier in that he lost his case based on gender-critical beliefs – was found to have crossed the line by misgendering service users at the Department for Work and Pensions, making its decision to dismiss him reasonable.

Calvert-Lee believes the recent increase in cases will ultimately be a blip rather than a growing trend, as workplaces become more aware of the need to handle complaints and concerns more carefully.

The events that led to Meade’s claim came “just weeks before the Forstater employment appeal tribunal decision was given”, she said, and the results of the Forstater and Bailey cases would mean “employers will have training, and so they’re likely to fall off, you’re likely to have fewer cases”.

Lewis said there would always be “bad eggs” but compared the situation to legal cases on manifestations of religious belief at work, such as wearing a cross.

“You have a flurry of cases and people that aren’t lawyers … wonder why those cases go away,” she said. “In a common law system like ours, you have cases that set out some of the principles employment tribunals need to consider and then really good organisations like the CIPD [Chartered Institute of Personnel and Development] take all that reasoning, they give advice and training to employers and then employers are clear about what they need to do, how they should manage this kind of conflict in the workplace.”

She added that the media attention afforded to gender-critical cases perhaps suggested that they were more common than they really were. In fact, she suggested there were likely to be a greater number of claims brought by transgender people alleging harm, though many go unreported.

“The overwhelming majority of employers are not setting out to discriminate; they’re not just thinking ‘well all people with gender-critical views are bad, so we’re just going to get rid of them’,” said Lewis.

“They just have got strong alternative views in the workplace and they haven’t known how to navigate through that conflict.”

#Articles #law #Trans

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