#the scottish girl in the english village

[lonelygodscompanion]

#yes!!!#it's such a key aspect of her character that's so easy to get wrong#in part bc the doctor in all his self-hatred acts like he's the sole reason she's messed up#but things were already bad before she met him#the first 10 minutes of the Eleventh Hour are the start of a story about a neglected child being whisked off to a magical adventure#except that magical adventure never comes and it just turns into one more instance of her being let down#but still she latches onto that dream for a good chunk of her childhood#it's pure escapism from a very unhappy little girl#of course it takes her several seasons to work through that#her being able to have that happy and stable life with Rory by the end of their time as companions#is a show of how much she was able to heal over the course of her time in the Tardis (via @wavebiders)

tw mention of child neglect

I think some people, including me before I analyzed the opening scenes of the Eleventh Hour more closely, assume Amy's abandonment issues are just about being abandoned by The Doctor, but there's way more to it than that. Her parents had disappeared for reasons she had no capacity to understand, and she's left with her aunt who's heavily implied to be neglectful (leaving a child home alone completely unsupervised) and who she says she'd be lucky not to have. She also doesn't fit in as the only Scottish girl in the English village and frankly just an odd person in general.

When The Doctor says he'll come back, she says people always say that like she knows from experience. The tragedy of what The Doctor accidentally did to her is that she finally however breifly met an adult that cared about her only to have that ripped away again and having others disbelief in him only alienate her from others further. She keeps getting taken to psychiatrists and biting them. It's worth noting that even though it was an accident, it was incredibly callous of The Doctor to promise he'd be five minutes when he knows the TARDIS has a long history of being unreliable. Rule one The Doctor lies, not just as part of plans, but also to pretend to be a version of himself that's actually responsible and reliable.

And that's why she has so much trouble healthily expressing her love for Rory, because deep down she's afraid he'll abandon her to. That's also why Amy needs Rory, because there is nobody less likely to abandon Amy Pond than Rory Williams.

[lilacerull0]

ooof. i feel so overwhelmed all of a sudden

[useless-catalanfacts]

Mariquita Tennant (born Maria Francesca Eroles i Eroles) was a Catalan woman who protected abused and poor women in Windsor (England).

How did she end up in England?

Mariquita was born in the village Pla de Sant Tirs, in the High Pyrenees of Catalonia. During the war between those who wanted an absolutist monarchy and the liberals, Mariquita's father was involved in the liberal side and between 1821 and 1823 he was the leader the local miquelets (militia). When the King of France sent the army known as the Hundred Thousand Sons of Saint Louis to help restore the absolute monarchy, many liberals went on exile to England. Mariquita followed her father, mother and three siblings on exile to London.

They settled in Somers Town, a neighbourhood that had become home to many exiles from Catalonia and the Valencian Country and that had previously also become home to exiled French revolutionaries and American independentists. In February 1833, Mariquita married David Reid, son of a Scottish beer maker who had become wealthy running a pub chain in England. But in November of the same year, David threw himself down a window during an epileptic attack, resulting in his death. Soon after, Mariquita's first and last daughter Mary was born, but she also died soon. Some years later, Mariquita married again. Her new husband was Robert Tennant, but he died a sudden death in 1842.

In 1846, at 38 years old, her first husband's family allowed her to live in one of their properties. She turned this house into a shelter for girls who had been abused by society. There were many girls and women in this situation, so the house was full very soon. Quickly, Mariquita looked for funds and allied with the Anglican church to create a local branch of the House of Mercy. In 50 years, this institution attended and housed 2,500 girls in Windsor, many of which were girls who had been forced into prostitution by poverty and until then had had no way to escape.

The house that Mariquita's first husband's family let her live in, and which she turned into a shelter.

Mariquita suffered bad health for most of her years of service, and in the end died in 1860. She's buried in Saint Andrew's cemetery, overlooking the house she turned into a shelter.

In 2005, the Windsor and Maidenhead city council uncovered a blue plaque to remember her (in England, blue plaques mark the place where a historical event happened or recognise a historical person), though there's a small mistake because it says she was born in 1811 but she was actually born on November 9th 1807.

She's the only Catalan person to have an English blue plaque.

[xinyuehui]

Nobody, literally nobody:

Me: What if I did a Guangyan and try to read (all) the manhua in Yiyong's room ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Here's short reviews of them, some of them are very Yiyong teenboy kind of manhua, and some of them have similar themes to onhct in general

Guangyan is correct, these are all completed works 🥺

上上籤 Loss of The Holy Seal by YinYin. Only 5 chapters, I read the whole thing. Plot: Heaven is in a frantic mess due to the Holy Seal being lost in the mortal realm. Which uncovers a story about a water goddess, Ling Yu, who feels helpless when she can not help humans who are suffering from natural disasters. Set in modern day with Chinese mythical elements.

地獄遊行 lit. Hell Parade (no official English title I can find) by 布克 L.buBu (the artist is on tumblr @/lbubu) Plot: Fantasy setting. Protag Aili was born with incredible magician abilities compared to a lot of normals but he seems to be uninterested in his magician abilities to save the world.

異人茶跡 Formosa Oolong Tea by 張季雅 Kiya. Plot: The story revolves around the endeavours of John Dodd, a Scottish merchant, and his comprador Li Chunsheng, during the Qing Dynasty. It explores their significant contributions to the growth and establishment of the tea industry in northern Taiwan. This one is pretty good, if you're tea drinker this is some good history!

狗臉的歲月─記1629梯 My Life As A Dog by 李鴻欽 Li Hong Chin. Plot: The main protagonist enlists in the army and tells a story of his time there. This one isn't my thing but Yiyong probably likes a bit of a "lad" comic.

閻王帖 Invitation of Yama by 柚子 You Zih. This one is fun I like it, it reminds me of Hoozuki No Reitetsu and Fukigen Na Mononokean. The protagonist possesses Ying Yang eyes meaning he can see ghosts. After an accident, he meets a guy who wears a mask and is a worker in the underworld. Mask guy's weapon is a massive calligraphy brush!

無名歌 lit. Untitled Song by ROCKAT 搖滾貓. This one is on webtoon! Protagonist Taiyang had a rock music dream, now as a "failure" adult he works in an entertainment company as a manager. He bumps into a girl busking on the street who happened to recognise him from his early music days and has every album (2) his band and him once produced. Then onwards he rediscovers his love for music... probably, I didn't finish it lol

and I couldn't be bothered for now to read the rest:

雲之獸：來自遠古的守護者 Beast of Clouds: The Guardian of Ancient Times by 漢寶包Hambuck

1661國姓來襲 Kongxinga Z by 李隆杰 Li Lung Chieh

九命人 Nine Lives Man by 姜振台 Ah Tui

FLAVORS魔廚 by 爆野家BAKUNOYA

Okay I did read this one though, even though I'm not sure if Yiyong has it or not:

守娘 Tan-Tsiu-Niu by 小峱峱 Nownow. This is a phenomenal heavy read. It's inspired by Tan Tsiu Niu, a women who lived in the Qing Dynasty that died of a tragic murder. Story has themes of folklore, ghosts and superstitions. Main protagonist Jie Niang grew up in a family who did not force foot binding onto her, however that caused a lot of gossip around her "big feet" and how she could ever get married off like that. Through an incident of a women in her village, she begins to uncover what horrors the villagers have been doing to baby girls and women. Let's just say I'm not the same person after reading this.

(I shall update the reviews whenever I find time to finish the rest (●'◡'●)

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 24 February 1909, Ethel Macdonald was born in Motherwell, Scotland. She later moved to Glasgow, worked in retail, and became a socialist. When the Spanish civil war began in 1936 she travelled to revolutionary Barcelona and wrote for Scottish newspapers. She described how factories and villages were collectivised and how churches were turned into hospitals, libraries, and schools. Her writings also contain interesting details that help us to picture life at the time: British volunteers tended to get drunk upon arriving in Spain “perhaps… because they are unaccustomed to wine”; men and women soldiers were indistinguishable in dress, except that “all the girls had beautifully permed hair and were strikingly made up.” She also achieved fame as the English language voice of the CNT union radio station. Her reports were listened to around the world and her Scottish accent proved especially popular in the US. In May 1937 the Communist Party began to purge the anti-fascist movement of revolutionaries who didn’t agree with the Moscow line. In Barcelona, Ethel helped anarchists defend the barricades against CP troops, and later she smuggled food and letters to imprisoned comrades. She helped foreign anti-fascists escape Spain and the UK press dubbed her the “Scots Scarlet Pimpernel.” Soon she too was imprisoned by the CP, and upon her release she went into hiding, moving from house to house as she sheltered among Barcelona’s anarchists until she managed to get to France, and from there back to Glasgow. After the outbreak of WWII she received call up papers for Women’s National Service. She returned them with the words “Get Lost.” When she received further papers, she wrote back, “Come and get me.” Authorities decided against chasing the Scots’ Scarlet Pimpernel. She remained active in the radical movement until her death. Learn more about the civil war in our podcast eps 39-40: https://workingclasshistory.com/2020/06/17/e39-the-spanish-civil-war-an-introduction/ https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2217287101789761/?type=3

[cocktailsonthemoon]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024: Day Eight: Multiverse

Aria Borden Meets Amy Pond

They're both Scottish redheads, they literally look alike, they hate Leadworth, they're the Scottish girls in the English village- they have to be related SOMEHOW, right?

Maybe you have multiple ocs with the same faceclaim, maybe you have a friend(s) who have ocs with the same faceclaim that you've wanted to do a crossover with, or maybe you want your oc to meet some of the actual characters their faceclaim has played. No matter what it is, it's time for your ocs to meet their multiverse counterparts!

[ayayumastan]

Diaboys (+Yui) Ideal Vacation destination •3•

•Yui grew up so sheltered, she barley saw anything in Japan X-X. So I think she should visit Mt. Fuji first, you know, get to know see the main attraction of her country. She definitely has dreams to travel the world tho.

•Shu does NOT travel. Too much effort. But if he did I think somewhere very secluded. I really like the Idea of him in Greenland, but it might bring back some traumatic memories… (the girls that get it, get it). So maybe and Icelandic Island, or somewhere in the Scottish highlands (can someone please draw Shu chilling with Nessie X-X).

•Reiji is fluid in German so I think he should visit the alps, but the Austrian ones. With all due respect I don’t think my man can handle north Germany X-X (as a German who’s das lives in north Germany, but grew up in the south. I know). I also have a headcanon, that Reiji is very good at skiing. Not sure if he can understand Austrian alp dialect (my grandmas from there so again. I know) but I believe in him

•Ayato would probably be somewhere warme. To do all the water sports and stuff. I really like the Idea of him in Mexico

•Kanato CAN’T go anywhere too warm or sunny. I think Switzerland, the mother of chocolate (let’s not talk about where chocolate is ACTUALLY from). Swiss chocolate just hits different

•Laito goes to Greece. It’s just right.

•Subaru is also not a travel man, but I like him in either the Netherlands or New Zealand. I can’t explain it just feels right

•Ruki would probably go somewhere in the Caucasus area, like turkey or Armenia (yes I know turkey isn’t actually Caucasus area, but I forgot the English word for it). Like I totally think he would explore the remains of Troy (if it really was troy) and go to archeological sights. I also like the idea of him in west Africa for the same reason.

•Yuma would go to a small village in Calabria (I hope that’s also what it’s called in English, but anyways it’s in south Italy). He would have his own little garden there and gets along great with the locals, despite not speaking a word of Italien.

•Kou has traveled the world, since yk he’s famous. So I think he’d go on a wellness retreat on a mountain in Nepal, or to live with yaks in Mongolia.

•Azusa would either go to the middle of the Saharan desert or to Siberia. No in between. I like him more in Siberia tho. Fun fact: my fathers from a little city in the very VERY west of Siberia, and I’d just think it’s cute if he went there :3 (I’ve literally never been there, even tho I’d really like to go. I just know my dad was born there)

•The Tsukinamis travel together. No other option. If it were up to Carla (which it mostly is) they take a tour around Europe. If it were up to Shin, they’d go somewhere tropical, and very much not Europe, like maybe Kongo or somewhere in South America.

•Kino goes to Korea. Again I can’t explain it, it just makes sense. I won’t specify which Korea… because he would just go to both

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache

Chapter Six: Take U With Me

AO3 info prologue one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

All my work is 18+.

I try to resist, but the light’s getting low to a glow till you’re touching my lips. I wanna stay when I shouldn’t, wanna go but I wouldn’t, wanna say no but I couldn’t. So meet me in the dark; kiss me in the shadows of every spark.- Marianas Trench, Rhythm of Your Heart 

October, 1984

Hogsmeade, Scotland

The Scottish weather wasn’t too cold yet, and most people got by without any sort of coverings whatsoever, but Sera was a Californian, so she needed something to keep her warm.

She quickly discovered that she very much liked Hogsmeade. It didn’t have the warming charms that the castle did, but it was a cute little village with a bunch of magical stores. Most of the other people there were decked out in that fancy wizarding shit they all wore, but the so-called Muggleborns—what a ridiculous concept, blood purity; as if it mattered—were in regular clothes the way she was. She liked her knee-length black dress; it was fairly low cut and had a little V-shaped thing that she kept closed with a tie, and she wore black leggings, an old pair of Converse, and a long knitted purple sweater.

So yeah, she was protected from the fifty degree weather adequately enough to enjoy a deliciously sweet—and slightly alcoholic—drink at a small bar-slash-inn called The Three Broomsticks. She was listening to her Walkman, humming along to Freddie Mercury singing about how girls with big butts—such as herself, which was nice because, like, how many songs actually praised her body type?—apparently made the world go round. She honestly doubted his claims, but he was Freddie Mercury, so who was she to argue? 

Anyway, point was, she was enjoying her sweet drink, snacking on the magic candy she’d gotten at a place called Honeydukes, and leafing through one of several magical books—mostly romance novels, if she were honest. She’d never had sex and she was curious, alright?—she’d purchased at the local bookstore. It was peaceful.

Until, that is, someone with an irritatingly long body sat down in the chair across from her. She looked up from her book, yanking her headphones down around her neck with a sigh of annoyance.

“What do you want, Regulus?”

He grinned that sickeningly attractive grin of his. “Nobody else who claims to dislike me calls me by my first name, you know.”

She stared at him, nonplussed. “What am I supposed to call you?”

“My surname is the standard.”

Sera pursed her lips. “Your surname is normal. Your first name is weird. I prefer to point out your weirdness.”

He frowned. “My name isn’t unusual in my family.”

“Neither is inbreeding,” she said flatly. “Again: what do you want?”

“To spend time with you, of course,” he said with a grin.

Sera scowled. “No.”

He didn’t seem to hear her. “Did you get my letters?”

“Nope.”

Regulus hummed, drumming his fingers on the wood of the table and looking very much like he didn’t believe her. “Pity. I sent you a birthday present.”

Yes, I know. You sent me a fucking family heirloom, you goddamn weirdo.

“What are you wearing to the Christmas ball?”

She stared at him. “I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

He frowned. “You don’t? Why not?”

“I’m Jewish.”

He thought for a few long moments. “Is that a religion?” When she nodded, he hummed, looking at her consideringly. “The Malfoys aren’t religious.”

“My parents converted before I was born,” she explained. “I’m not fluent in Hebrew or anything.”

“I see,” he said slowly, and she wasn’t entirely sure that he did, but whatever. Most people didn’t understand shit about Judaism. After a long moment, he decided, “Well, you don’t need to celebrate Christmas in order to attend the ball.”

She scowled at the thought of the last ball she’d attended. “I don’t particularly want to dance with you again.”

“Why not?” he asked, flagging down a waitress to order a drink of his own.

“Because you’re a dick,” she informed him bluntly.

He snorted. “I do so enjoy your language, you know. Most witches titter and blush during a courtship. You don’t.”

“I don’t know how I’d behave,” she said slowly, “as I have never gotten an offer to be courted from someone I’d actually consider saying yes to.”

“You’re already being courted, darling,” he explained, an amused smile playing at his too-perfect lips.

She sipped her drink. “I don’t understand why you’d want to marry someone who doesn’t even like you.”

He hummed thoughtfully, accepting his drink from the waitress with a smile when it was brought over. “You don’t treat me the way most people of my acquaintance do,” he said slowly, “you’re intelligent and magically gifted. I’m unused to being around witches like you, and I find you fascinating, to be perfectly honest.” After a brief pause, he added, “And you’re exceptionally lovely. As for not liking me, I’m winning you over already.” She glared at him, but before she could say anything, he pointed at her novel and asked, “What are you reading?”

“A book,” she snapped, flushed and prickly with embarrassment at the compliments.

“I can see that,” Regulus drawled. “What kind of book?”

“Fiction.”

“Let me see.” Before she could object, he snatched it from her hands.

“Hey!” she griped.

Ignoring her, he read for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. “I never would’ve thought you the type!”

“It’s interesting!” she snapped. “I’ve never read magical novels before!”

“So you choose the ones with sex, do you?” He was smirking, the dickhead. “If you’re interested in it, my dear, just say the word—“

“Even if I was, it wouldn’t be with you,” she hissed, her face bright red.

He chuckled again. “All in due time.”

Regulus showed up on Hogsmeade weekends a lot after that.

One afternoon, they were having a relatively normal conversation when he suddenly asked, “Have you ever been involved with a man before?”

Sera coughed on her own spit. “Gag me with a spoon, what the fuck—“ she sputtered. “That is none of your business.”

He frowned. “I just want to know how to behave with you, that’s all.”

Glaring viciously at him, she crossed her arms and declared, “No, I haven’t. I’ve never met a boy who wasn’t either ugly, stupid, a wastoid, or a super fun combination of the three.”

He looked amused. “A wastoid, hm?”

“Yes.”

“Good to know.”

Okay, so maybe she liked him a teeny tiny bit. Seriously, though, it was only a little. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. People got meaningless crushes all the time, and it honestly wasn’t even her fault. She really, sincerely could not be blamed for wanting to French him just a little. She’d never done it before, and she wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And Regulus… Well, he reportedly knew what he was doing. He’d probably be pretty good at it, right?

So being around him was getting kinda awkward for her on account of her rapidly growing attraction to him. She was really trying not to like him, but he was so fucking dreamy, and she’d started noticing things about him and couldn’t seem to stop.

His hair, for example, hung in super soft-looking curls, falling over eyes that looked like the ocean after a storm. His lips were pink and perfectly shaped, and he had the most pronounced jawline and cheekbones she’d ever seen, even in movies. The point was, Regulus made Tom Cruise look unattractive.

To make matters even worse, he’d taken it upon himself to start cursing around her and calling her by her first name, citing “adequate familiarity”, whatever the hell that meant. The way his mouth looked when he formed the syllables of her name, the way ‘fuck’ rolled off his tongue— it shot sparks down her spine. 

He was so fucking sexy, and she really didn’t appreciate him getting all close to her and making her already-made decision to continuously reject him all the more difficult. The horrifying reality was, if he kissed her, she’d probably let him.

November, 1984

Hogwarts

Scotland

“Where are you going?” Yarrow asked one Saturday evening in November after even most of the seventh years had snuck back into the dorms. Sera zipped up her black dress and turned around, examining the way the leather made her ass look in the mirror. She had fishnets that went up to her thighs and were held up by garters, as well as her favorite pair of black combat boots, which Beo was currently rubbing against. She wasn’t thin or muscular the way most people seemed to find attractive, but it was a Queen concert, and dammit, she was gonna feel good about her appearance for a change.

She waved a hand around her, casting a quick warming charm to stop her from getting cold on the walk off the grounds. Taking out a tube of bright red lipstick, she addressed her friend. “I’m going to a concert.”

“How are you even leaving the school?”

“Uh, doy, I’m sneaking out.” Sera rolled her eyes. “I’ve been turning myself invisible since I was, like, fourteen. It’s whatever.” She applied the lipstick, tapped her lower lip once to charm it so it wouldn’t smudge or fade, and decided she was satisfied.

“Isn’t your beau coming to visit tonight?”

Sera turned slowly towards her friend. “What?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yarrow said, gesturing towards the pile of letters on Sera’s desk that she liked to pretend she’d never read. “He told you in the most recent one he was coming up for a visit. Said if you didn’t meet him, he’d come find you or something. Flitwick probably wouldn’t mind, but I’ve honestly no idea how he could convince Dumbledore.” Yarrow shrugged. “Whatever, I suppose.”

“Fuck,” Sera gasped. “Did he say when he was coming?” 

“No,” Yarrow said, delicately turning a page in the book they were reading.

“Better see if I can beat him, then,” she decided, and off she went.

Unfortunately, just as she passed the school gate, there was Regulus. 

Fuck.

She’d made herself visible again, which, in retrospect, was a bad idea, but making herself completely invisible was actually pretty difficult.

“Sera?” Regulus frowned, looking her up and down. “What’re you wearing?”

“Go away,” she snapped, irritated. “I’m busy.”

“I don’t understand,” he admitted. “You’ve come like I asked, so—“

“I didn’t know you’d asked,” she told him impatiently. “I have plans.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Plans that require you to sneak out of the castle at night?”

Sera glared up at him sharply. “Yes.”

He tensed, examining her outfit again. “Those are your Muggle clothes, yes?”

She pursed her lips and didn’t respond.

“Are you…” He gulped. “Are you meeting a Muggle boy?”

She stared at him in disbelief. She was so annoyed by his audacity that she sniffed and said, “In a manner of speaking.” Regulus looked so displeased at this that Sera couldn’t help but groan. “I’m going to a concert, you wastoid.”

“Oh.” He instantly relaxed. “I’ll come with you, then.”

She lurched back, though he wasn’t particularly close to her to begin with. “You most certainly will not.”

He hummed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Where are we off to, then?”

She scowled at him, marching past him and away from the school gates to get outside the wards so she could relocate. 

“I don’t have my usual friends,” she snapped. “I last saw these guys a couple years ago, and I can’t go with my friends the way I did back then, and it sucks.”

“You can go with me,” he pointed out. 

“You’ve never even heard their music.” She paused. “Which is so fucking weird, by the way. Literally everyone’s heard Queen.”

“Why don’t you show me, then?” he asked. “I might like it.”

He sounded so hopeful that she just didn’t have it in her to turn him down. And, well… she actually enjoyed spending time with him, even though she’d never tell him that.

“Fine,” she eventually decided. “I just do magic to get in anyway. It won’t be hard to get you in, too.”

He fell into step beside her, his eyes wide. “Really? That’s illegal, you know.”

She shrugged. “All the best things are illegal.”

He looked down at her in bewilderment. “Are you quite certain you’ve never been involved with a man before?” he asked.

She glared up at him wordlessly. Once they were outside the wards, she said, “Shut up and hold still.” With that, she grabbed his arm and transported them off to London.

Sera charmed everyone who might otherwise get in their way with basic confusion spells, the same way she and Ta had always done. Her non-magic friends never understood how she and Ta got away with everything they did, but nobody ever questioned it. Not when the two of them could get away with damn near anything. 

When Freddie Mercury took the stage, Sera screamed, jumping up and down. 

She admittedly wasn’t paying much attention to Regulus, but he’d been looking at her for most of the show. She actually noticed some when he watched her dance and shake her ass to Fat Bottomed Girls (along with everybody else; it wasn’t like she was particularly special), but other than that, she didn’t think about him much.

Until the last song of the encore, halfway through Somebody To Love, when she had her eyes closed and was singing along with Freddie when he said, “Someday, I’m gonna be free.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was turned around, a hand was in her hair, and lips were on hers.

Sera’s eyes snapped open in shock, but… but Regulus was kissing her. He was kissing her like he was dying.

She was frozen for a moment, and she really should’ve pushed him away, but there was alcohol buzzing in her veins, so she could do nothing but arch into him, clenching her hands in his shirt and trying her best to kiss him back.

Regulus pulled away after what felt like a delicious eternity of his mouth on hers, cupping her cheek with one hand, the other on the small of her back. His eyes were hooded and fixed on her lips, and Sera could only look up at him, breathing heavily and wishing he’d kiss her again.

They stumbled, giggling, up against the wall of a random building in the city.

“God, Sera,” he groaned into her throat.

She hauled his mouth back to hers wordlessly, winding her arms around his neck. Now that she’d given in, she couldn’t really recall why she’d bothered fighting this to begin with.

“We should— we should talk about this—“ he said between gulps of air.

“God, shut up,” she complained. “Just kiss me.”

“I’m supposed to be a gentleman,” he muttered, mouthing wetly at her throat. “You just make it so fucking difficult in these sexy little outfits. Damn near show me your arse, fuck.” He grabbed her ass then, squeezing it roughly. She took a sharp intake of breath, arching into him, her breasts against his chest. “But we have to talk about this.”

“Ugh,” she grumbled in frustration, shoving him away from her. Her head thunked on the brick wall of the building she was leaning against, and she fixed him with a glare. “What do we have to talk about?”

“Us,” he explained, sounding terribly impatient for reasons that most likely directly related to the large tent in his pants. “I’ve been trying to court you properly for months, and tonight, I— I know I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You are just…” He exhaled, his eyes roving over her form, pausing briefly on where the zipper of her dress revealed her cleavage. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, so I kissed you. Sorry. It wasn’t how I planned to…” He took a deep breath. “Look, Sera, I fancy you. More than I have done anyone so quickly before. I would very much like it if you would seriously give my offer some consideration.”

“Your offer?” she asked, raking a hand through her curls, still dazed by the kiss, the way he’d touched her.

“I’m not proposing,” he said slowly, carefully, “but if this continues, if you allow me to kiss you again, touch you again, I…” He looked down. “If there is no chance of you ever consenting to marry me, tell me now.”

She was silent for a long moment.

She really did have feelings for him, didn’t she? She was falling for the prick. 

Oh, fuck it.

“I dunno how all this courtship stuff works,” she admitted quietly, “but I do like you, Regulus. A lot. Normally, that’d mean, like, dating. Here, I guess it means—“

“An engagement,” he said flatly. “It means an engagement, if your aunt agrees as your Head of Household. It’s generally… expedited in the event of genuine interest between prospective spouses.”

“You said you weren’t proposing,” she pointed out shakily.

“I’m not. But if you allow me to, I’ll court you with that goal in mind.”

“I thought you were just getting to know me,” Sera recalled.

He nodded once. “I was. I’m satisfied. I want you.” She blushed to the roots of her hair at that, but he continued, “If you’ll allow it, I would like to court you properly with the intent of marriage.”

“I mean…” She gulped, anxiously twirling a curl around her finger. “That’s kinda what all dating is, if it’s serious.”

“This is serious,” he informed her, his voice stern. “Do you want me?”

She looked at his feet, the fancy shoes that were somehow spotless despite having just attended a fucking concert. “Y— yeah.”

He cupped her cheek, lifting her face up—up, up, up. Fucking hell, he really was a tall bastard, wasn’t he?—to his. “Agreeing to allow me to properly court you is to agree to marry me, assuming all goes well. Do you agree?”

She looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes. It was just like they were dating, right? He’d just be her boyfriend. That wasn’t a big deal, really. After a moment, she breathed, “Yes.”

He kissed her before the word was fully out of her mouth.

Yeah, a Queen concert, we’re ignoring what the set list was and the exact date that Queen was in London, okay, cut a bitch some slack and lemme be self indulgent here

Big thanks to @lilmaymayy for betaing!

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[camcorderrevival]

I was thinking about the time in S501, when the Doctor left, the clock on the wall showed the time as 11:30, and twelve years later the Doctor reappeared in front of Amy and Amy said something like this: Amelia Pond had moved away for six months. If the time on the clock refers to 11 years and six months, that adds up to exactly twelve years. Amelia moved away for six months, meaning that she stopped believing in the Doctor's stories that day six months ago, changed her name from Amelia to Amy, and completely cut herself off from her childhood.

honestly, "why did you say six months?" is one of the most important questions ask by doctor who. to me. i never noticed the clock thing but i agree that six months probably indicates when she stopped believing in the doctor / stopped being Amelia Pond (which adds another layer to the english accent that she uses when in costume. she fully distances herself from being the scottish girl in the english village)....

more interesting than amy claiming that 11's been gone for six months...SHE IMPLIES AMELIA POND WENT MISSING (or at least something happened to her that warranted police involvement)

i think going along with the six months, "what happened to Amelia Pond?" becomes more than just an I'm An Adult Now realisation that stops her believing in the doctor, but something happening that was damaging enough that it kind of killed any hope that he was coming back for her.

but also. she's got this guy handcuffed to the radiator and he looks exactly like he did 12yrs ago. so either this is a cruel joke from someone in the village, or she's actually gone mad, (or it's really him, he's finally come back). and if it is him (which it Can't be), one of the first things she chooses to tell him is that something bad has happened to the girl he promised to come back and save.

(obviously, six months/the accent/speaking into the fake radio were probably all put there to try and convince the audience but it's more interesting to think about like this)

[umbranocturnes]

Shelby Vickers

Character introduction below! Shelby is one of my side characters from my historical-fiction story set in World War Two. I absolutely love him, he has become one of my favorite characters recently and I want to draw him more. This is the first thing I have drawn since December of last year so I am rusty and my art style is a mess but of well I am trying to improve!

This is a long post below! It contains all his background I have so far, he's not a completed character yet though since I am still developing the story.

TW for some heavy content: abusive family, homophobia, biphobia, and general bigoted time period views, not from Shelby but his parents! There's also a small amount of 'bury your gays' trope in Shelby's story or at least 'bury your bisexuals' but it's a war novel. I am a LGBTQIA+ creator and I have plenty of LGBT+ characters that live in my stories so take it for what you will.

Shelby Vickers was born 27th of January 1899, in a rural lakeside village near the coast of Ireland to an Irish father and a French-Scottish mother. He has two older brothers, Anthony and Sean Vickers.

He was raised in a predominantly Catholic household, his father being Catholic while his mother was protestant. They often ended up quarreling with each other while the children are off playing and can't hear. Their family lives off the land trading and buying from locals in their small town where almost everyone knows each other. Shelby was always an outdoorsy kid, he loves going hunting and fishing with his father and brothers. He also enjoys going into the town's center with his brothers often finding himself getting into mischief with them. He loves both his older brothers dearly especially Anthony who he learns a lot from and looks up to. His favorite activities are swimming and fishing at the lake, their home being so close to the lakeside. He attended the local school and Catholic Church where he was a choir boy. His mother started teaching him French from a young age on top of traditional Gaelic and English he was being taught in school so he could understand his French relatives. Even as a youngster Shelby could tell not everything was perfect in their family home and that there was tension between his eldest brother Anthony and their father despite their family being close. Whenever he would ask his older brother about why he would always kindly be told, "I'll tell you when you're older".

When Shelby was around 14 years old he began to realize he wasn't just attracted to local girls his age and started taking an interest in some of his fellow choir boys a few years his senior. Around this time his tight knit family was also beginning to fall apart when it was discovered Shelby's eldest brother Anthony was gay he started facing more abuse from their father despite his mother's pleading. Their relationships became strained but Shelby never lost his closeness with his brother in fact growing closer to him after Anthony discovered Shelby secretly kissing one of the local choir boys. Eventually despite his eldest brother's protection, their father found out about Shelby's bisexuality from a local busy body gossiping about how he always hangs out with the choir boys and had a "queer demeanor" about him. Shelby's father caught him and a young man hiding out together in an old fishing shack along one of the lake tributaries and grew enraged. He sent the boy away and shouted at Shelby leaving him to walk home crying and when his mother found out what happened she got into a screaming match with his father pissed at how her sons were being treated. From then on their family wasn't the same. Shelby's father became an alcoholic after his sons "destroyed their family's reputation" and grew more abusive and distant. Their mother began living in fear of his abuse, her sons having to step up to fight off their father an help take care of her and the home.

--WWI--

At the outbreak of WWI Anthony is drafted into the British army along with his boyfriend Hugh and is sent off to war. A year into the war their family receives a letter that Shelby's eldest brother was killed in action. This did little to phase their father but devastated their mother causing further conflict. Shelby is heartbroken by the news and retreats further into himself becoming closer to his brother Sean in their grief. Only a few months following the death of his older brother Sean is also called off to fight, leaving Shelby and his mother at the mercy of his father. His father continued to be abusive towards the both of them, berating Shelby telling him he and Anthony made their family a disgrace to the whole town due to how they turned out.

Things kept growing worse and Shelby finally had enough running away from home and enlisting in the British Army at age 16 to fight in the Great War. He lies about his age to join alongside some of his friends and the other boys from their small town. His mother flees to live with her sister back in Scotland, his father dying a few months later from alcohol poisoning. Shelby would eventually get word that his mother died from illness in 1917, weakened by stress. His remaining brother Sean would never make it home from the war. In WWI Shelby is placed in a unit alongside Arthur Steel, William Dinsmore, Francis Rothwell, and Alfred Hackett who he would grow close to, along with some other men including an odd foreign vampire named Valerius. Shelby is thoroughly traumatized from the Great War being subjected to horrific conditions, terrifying weapons, and seeing many of his friends die including William.

-- The Interwar Years --

Following the end of the Great War Shelby becomes displaced not truly having a home to go back to in Ireland. He decides to leave traveling to visit his aunt in Scotland for a while then using the last of his money to get onboard a ship and head for France. There he goes to live with his grandparents for a change of scenery but falling in love with the French countryside he decides to stay permanently. He finds work at a local vineyard eventually saving up enough money to get an apartment. Quickly he developed quite a reputation for being a flirt hooking up with locals he meets late at night in the bars he frequently hops between. The relationships never last long often fleeting one-night stands though gossip has it he tends to keep the company of men longer. He becomes a well known local heart breaker and womanizer it is also no secret he sleeps around with men. Shelby lives a relatively normal life albeit a reckless carefree one, until the growing rise of Fascism takes hold of Europe.

--WWII--

When France falls to the Nazis between May and June of 1940 Shelby takes up arms with the French resistance heading underground to fight the Nazis. Throughout WWII Shelby works with French resistance networks and would later on be reconnected with on of his old service buddies from the Great War now head of a splinter branch of the Special Operations Executive in Britain, Alfred Hackett. Alfred sends for the SOE to recruit Shelby into the French section, the Prosper Network. Being a polyglot, resourceful, and quick thinking his skills are very valuable. He works with the Prosper Network and helps to fight with and aid local French Resistance. Later on when potential turncoats in the Prosper Network lead to the Gestapo capturing most of its agents Shelby narrowly escapes with his life.

He tries to rally the scattered remains of the network and the French Resistance but to no avail. He ends up being captured by the Gestapo in a raid trying to assist other resistance leaders in escaping. While being transported in a truck it is attacked seemingly by two German commanders who kill the surrounding nazis and assist in getting them to safety. When they make it to the underground the man tells Shelby his name is Setheroth and he's a SOE agent, he warns him to leave while he still can and quickly leaves the area himself. Shelby helps the others escape but does not follow them to safety instead deciding to join up with the Free French Forces under De Gaulle.

He fights alongside the Free French Army in the Sicily campaign and after a particularly brutal battle against the Germans when his whole unit is nearly wiped out he links up with he British troops bumping into another old war friend Arthur now ranked Captain. Arthur and his lieutenant Walter are called back to Britain as part of the preparations for Operation Overlord and they bring Shelby along. Once back in Britain Arthur helps to reinstate Shelby's position within the British army now Captain rank. Arthur and Shelby are given the task of helping prepare for Operation Overlord by training troops and Arthur is promoted to Major, he then tasks Shelby with helping to train and run a base full of recruits. There he meets a young charismatic troublesome private named Wesley Sharpe who is beloved by his fellow soldiers.

During his time helping Arthur train the recruits his reputation and history follows him back to Britain bringing him into trouble with fellow commissioned officers and facing more discrimination for being openly bisexual. Many officers refuse to work with Shelby some even refusing to shake hands not wanting to be seen with him. While on base training recruits, private Sharpe also takes an interest in him and keeps inserting himself into his daily tasks and routines. It's clear he is flirting with Shelby and is a lot like him when he first moved to France so he tries to keep a professional distance between them given their ranks. However, Wesley makes it difficult and eventually weasels his way into his life and he ends up falling in love with him and tries to keep the affair a secret not wanting to endanger Wesley's military career or his own despite Wesley's tendency towards not being very discrete. Arthur ends up finding out but covers for them despite thinking it a terrible idea and breaking military laws on multiple levels.

During Operation Overlord Shelby is part of the invasion force with Wesley and Arthur. They fight their way up through France where they are pinned down in really heavy fighting and during one of the skirmishes Wesley is shot by a sniper dropping dead. This rattles Shelby to the core and makes him completely lose his focus having not felt such horrible loss since he lost his brothers. In an almost suicidal move he runs closer to enemy lines throwing grenades into the German positions allowing the allies to advance. During the fighting he's shot through the right lung and it collapses. Arthur and the unit's medic Bram Faulkner barely save his life and he's taken to a medical tent where Arthur visits him later when he's conscious. He thanks him for his efforts but knows they were spurred on by a nothing left to lose mentality. This instability combined with his injuries and age leads Arthur to make the choice to send Shelby back to Britain where he will be suspended from active duty for the foreseeable future until he recovers. This sends Shelby flying into a grief driven rage demanding he be allowed to keep fighting and after shouting at each other Arthur leaves him no choice.

Shelby returns to Britain parting with Arthur on a slightly uneven note, and Shelby takes with him a couple of Wesley's old things he left to him. Back in Britain Shelby spirals becoming a heavy smoker and a alcoholic just like his father who he tried hard not to become. At his lowest point he's found by Hugh his eldest brother Anthony's old boyfriend who promised he would look after him if Anthony were to ever be killed. He tries to support Shelby however he can offering him to stay in his flat with him for a while and they catch up reliving memories about Shelby's brother. Shelby goes on one last mission towards the end of the war along with some of his friends as part of a recovery unit to save the man who saved several of them as a SOE spy now trapped in Germany. With the help of his friends old and new Shelby slowly learns how to live with grief and all the trauma that comes with living through two wars and manages to turn his life around towards the better becoming more stable after the end of the war.

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Trivia:

Shelby has been arrested several times over the years, 3 times on "indecency charges" where twice he was given a slap on the wrist and the 3rd time he spent 10 days in jail before Arthur could post his bail. He also spent a night in jail after the war for punching a constable for making a snide remark about him being Irish. He is let go the next morning having claimed to be 'drunk out of his mind'.

Shelby loves fancy confectioner chocolates especially different types of truffles.

Shelby is a great singer and can also dance pretty well. He occasionally tap dances getting a laugh out of his friends.

[unnamedmedicalprofessional]

Amy and The Doctor are mirrors of each other almost as much as Clara and The Doctor are. The first thing we know The Doctor ever did is run away. The first thing the Eleventh Doctor does is abandon Amy. The Eleventh Doctor represses his emotions because he cannot bear to face them.

The Doctor's abandonment of Amy hurts her deeply. Because she was the only Scottish girl in an English village, with no parents, a crack eating at her life, and an aunt she thinks she would be lucky not to have. Then she finds one chance at escape and happiness and someone who cared about her and it was taken away, and it messed her up.

So like The Doctor, Amy runs away. Like The Doctor, she represses her emotions. At the beginning of her arc, she can't seem to manage to fully tell Rory how much she loves him, even though she does. Because one of the formative experiences of her life is abandonment, she is too afraid of fully committing to loving someone because she fears being abandoned again.

The Doctor feels guilt for abandoning Amy, so he tries to fix what he broke. He brings Rory along in the TARDIS and tries to fix their relationship, and he succeeds. Amy becomes willing to admit the extent of her feelings for Rory. Meanwhile The Doctor is forced more and more into confronting his flaws instead of pretending he doesn't have them. The three of them love and understand each other, and the actors do such a great job selling the chemistry between them.

The last thing Amy does is be willing to stay in one place instead of running away, to live in the 1930s with Rory. The last thing the Eleventh Doctor does is stay in one place instead of running away to protect Trenzalore, because he's through with abandoning people.

[lilacerull0]

whenever i talk about geography and architecture and the concept of home that's my inner ex-yu girl speaking.

[themistressofdolls]

Xenos the Cat UNLEASHED

Inspired by 2000s power fantasy fan fiction stories, such as Christian Humber reloaded and others, Xenos the cat follows our over powered protagonist as he goes on many destructive adventures. Written for nanowrimo 2023, decided to do an updated edition chapter by chapter so enjoy the chaos.

Chapter I: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/743616576495009792/xenos-the-cat-unleashed

Chapter II: https://themistressofdolls.tumblr.com/post/744437263076917248/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-ii

Chapter III: https://themistressofdolls.tumblr.com/post/747208799126011904/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-iii

Chapter IV: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/748187552796868608/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-iv

Chapter V: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/750820193047101440/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-v?source=share

Chapter VI: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/756806867713409024/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-chapter-vi?source=share

Chapter I:

The origin

They say child hood is the best days of your life, yeah right more like a god damn living nightmare for me. I was born to a litter of kittens and we struggled to find food and where often attacked by wild foxes and badgers.

To make matters worse some English farmers would hunt us with shotguns for fun and one day they shot my mother and I screamed into the heavens in pain.

Father tried his best to keep us fed but he was abusive to us and drank alcohol which made the cold nights hard as he shouted and hit us.

Then one night the farmers came with mercenaries hunting us down along with the foxes in the night of blood.

I watched my brothers and sisters get killed along with my dad was I was only kitten of our litter left.

Just when I thought I had gotten away some men in hazmat suits captured me and dragged me into the back of a lorry full of science equipment.

My rage unleashed

I was in some kind of lab where they did sick experiments on us night after night. I watched as they injected chemicals into a captured wolf and some foxes they took from the same forest where they bagged me.

When I saw them did surgery on a fox to turn it into a cyborg monster that's when I unleashed my rage and I ripped out the head scientists neck “One of the creatures has breached containment, we need a kill team in here!” Screamed a scientist and I pounced on him and ripped his jugular out and he was covered in blood and guts.

I powered up feeling a flow of strange energy as I tore and ripped my way through all the scientists and escaped out of a window.

A new start

I woke up in a house with warm food and my wounds had been bandaged up.

Looking up I saw a woman and had two daughters “We took you in and healed you.” The woman smiled and it was the first time a human was nice to me.

One of the girls wanted to name me Mr Cuddles and I hated that but the woman smiled “XENOS would be a cool name for you cat.” And I liked it.

Over the weeks I got to name the family who lived up in the Scottish highlands in a fishing village called Lochmevin and I helped the lady catch fish which she let me keep sometimes.

On the boat one day we got attacked by a great white shark but I unleashed untapped power and clawed so hard it bled out and fled “Wow your really strong for a cat” the lady said petted me and I felt badass and sharks didn't mess with us again.

The pain of loss

There was fire all over town as buildings where burning down and there was an orange glow lighting the night sky! I panicked going outside to find out where the family where and I saw the mother and her girls dead and bloody on the streets “WHAT HAPPENED!” I thought to myself screaming in pain.

It was then some mafia guys in sunglasses where there with guns “Kill em all boys everyone in this town owes us money and will pay with their lives!” Said the head mafia goon.

I felt so much burning rage building up as I UNLEASHED MY SUPER FORM “kill the cat too leave nothing alive.” The mafia goon laughed and I jumped up and sliced him in half as the other mafia goons where frightened of me.

Burning with pure rage in my super form I killed every single one of them!

The next day I left after burying my adopted family with sadness.

My catboy human form unleashed

I had walked for weeks hungry and tired when I came across a Japanese shinto temple run by a strange kitsune “You seek growth don't you young cat?” The kitsune said and I was fucking shocked.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME!?” I shouted and she nodded.

She walked over to me kneeling down “That's right I am connected with the Goddess and can help you train to unlock your potential” She told me.

We started training over the days as I lifted weights and did meditation under a waterfall to unlock the power of my mind so I could use mana and magic.

After a week I learned to fight as well as use magic and ki growing even more powerful plus I started working out with the most heaviest metal.

Finally the kitsune brought me to the temple priests to see how strong I got and I powered up AND TURNED INTO MY NEW HUMAN FORM! Through I still had cat ears but now I had the true power.

I also went super easily which impressed the kitsune whose name is Soki.

Entering the world of work

I said my farewells to Soki and headed out to the world as I got on a plane to the United States getting a job in anti terrorism with the CIA. I got my first gun and went on missions to hunt down all kinds of bad guys.

The worst ones where the sickos who tried to groom people on discord so I tracked them down then ripped their skin off and made them lay in a salt pile while keeping them alive for days while also having Dobermann dogs eat their flesh “Come on boy its sicko meat on the menu today” I laughed as the dogs killed them.

I got my biggest mission yet, I had to kill Kim Jong Un so I got a cool silver sniper rifle with the really cool custom paint job which was super rare. It was easy for me to sneak into the DPRK and wait for my chance as I blew Kims out brains end putting an end to the dictatorship and allowing the CIA to bring freedom.

Using the money I earned I was able to buy my first buster sword which was a high carbon blade so it was really fucking strong and could cut through heavy armour pretty easily “Fuck yes!” I said swinging the blade.

The profound darkness

I was training when a man in red robes with a staff approached me “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING ME WHILE I AM TRYING TO TRAIN TO GET STRONGER?!?!” I shouted at him because I was pretty fucking annoyed.

“My name is Garth LeVay and I can help you gain more power.” He said.

More training could be a good thing I thought “Alright I can give it a shot!” I said and decided to go to his cult temple.

There where men in red robes praying to some kind of being called The profound darkness and in the middle of the room was a black vortex as an evil sword rose from it “This is the blade Crystal pandemonium the ultimate weapon” said Garth as I picked up the blade feeling evil energy flow into me!

Suddenly my eyes turned a golden red and my hair a corrupted power “Haha I feel amazing!” I said giving into the power of the evil blade.

Suddenly I felt the devils power, that of profound darkness as I unleashed my anti super form and went on a rampage through the city killing thousands of people for fun and bathing in their blood while saying cursed verses.

The Crystal pandemonium blade continued to pour its corrupted satanic energy into me growing stronger with each kill “NO THIS ISN'T ME! FUCK YOU EVIL SWORD!” I roared ripping the sword away as I punched my chest pulling the evil corruption out and exploding it with ki energy.

I was low in energy as the sword and corrupted energy reformed into what looked like a double of me but with silver hair and a more girly outfit he was so lame “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

“I am ZENOS your dark reflection and I shall bring chaos and suffering to the human race” He giggled.

Angry I drew my buster sword and cut him in half, he didn't expect that.

The future world and meeting Cinos the hedgehog

I went to a Taoist temple to meditate and purify myself completely of the evil swords influence finally restoring myself to normal. After that I went back to that satanic cult going super mode and killing them all, that will teach them for making me kill all those people against my will.

That's when I noticed a crack in time which grew into a portal and I was fell in through the vortex of time.

I crashed into a lake as I swam to the shore finding myself in a strange world “Hey dude whatcha doing in the water?” A red hedgehog asked me.

“I was walking through the city when this fucking portal opened and I ended up in this place!” I told the hedgehog.

He ran around and was real fast “That's mondo weird, anyway my name is Cinos the hedgehog one of the freedom fighters against the evil Doctor Ivan Baconman, who are you?”

“MY NAME IS XENOS!” I smirked.

Cinos did a cool flip “That's a way past cool name, you should join the north island military forces to help us fight the human kingdom being lead by Doctor Baconman.”

I accepted because this Doctor Baconman sounded like a real piece of shit and I needed missions to keep me busy while I was stuck in this strange world.

The military training school and a betrayal

Cinos introduced me to Felix the fox, Fist the echidna and the rest of his friends at the North island military training camp. They explained I was on the planet Parabus and Doctor Baconman an evil scientist took over the human religion becoming the new pope using it was a way to control stupid people as his army where wiping the lands and nature out.

Baconman had wiped out every kingdom leaving only the human west and the Northern forest kingdom lead by the furry military.

I trained to use every kind of fire arm and learning how to use tactical gear to become a better solder in the fight against Western empire and its religious goons serving Baconman.

Me, Cinos, Felix and Fist went on lots of missions together pushing back against the empires robots and zealots.

One night we where having a feast in the military base when Colonel Blackhawk our CO came in, he was a black wolf furry who I respected.

Or well used to respect at least.

“I hope you are enjoying the meal I have good tidings for you” Colonel Blackhawk said as he got everyone's attention.

Cinos seemed nervous “What's the news? I hope its mondo cool and we've finally beaten Doctor Baconman.” Cinos smiled.

“We are going to join Doctor Baconman and merge our army into his. In fact he is on his way here right now for the ceremony.” Said the colonel.

I slammed my fists on the table in fury “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? YOU WANT TO JOIN THAT FUCKING GOD DAMN MONSTER ASSHOLE DOCTOR IVAN BACONMAN WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed at the colonel and everyone else was angry and upset too.

Cinos jumped on the table “Yeah colonel what the hell? That's way past uncool!”

Disappointed with us Colonel Blackhawk took out his magnum pointing it at me “Arrest these traitors they will be hung for treason!” The colonel said.

“Go fuck yourself!” I said and punched him so hard his jaw shattered then Cinos spin dashed him into a wall killing him.

Fist took care of the soldiers sent to arrest us “We need to escape before Doctor Baconman arrives here and its too late” Fist said and we escaped fighting through 100s of soldiers as we made it to the hanger and stole a jump jet.

“I can pilot this.” Said Felix and we flew away as we saw Ivan Baconmans fleet arrive in the Northern kingdom bringing an end to freedom on the planet Parabus.

[scotianostra]

Anna Shepherd was born on February 11th  1893 at East Peterculter 3 miles west of Aberdeen.

Nan, as she was known, spent most of her life living in the same house she grew up in. As well as looking after her mother she went to Aberdeen High School for Girls, and studied at Aberdeen University before joining, what is now   Aberdeen College of Education, teaching English literature, Nan has been described as “an inspiring teacher, with a feminist approach in her lectures which was ahead of her time” She taught there until her retirement in 1956. 

Shepherd’s first novel, The Quarry Wood, was published in 1928, with two more following in the 1930s. All three are set in the North-East with the country communities and harsh landscape as background. Her book The Living Mountain, a work of poetic prose exploring her close relationship with the hills, was written in the 1940s, though not published until 1977. Hill-walking was Shepherd’s great love; her work mostly centred on her love of The Cairngorms.

I must admit I haven’t read much of her writings other than a few poems, but I recall s friend Steve, who lives on Skye posting about her on his, well his dogs’ twitter page, saying “Nan Shepherd has the gift to describe the mountains the way I feel it, and I only wish I could do it justice in words as she can.” This made me look her up and watch The Living Mountain: A Cairngorms Journey, it was on the BBC iPlayer but has gone now. I also found several clip on Youtube, just search for her and you will find them.

Nan Shepherd was renowned for the enthusiasm with which she taught and helped students, colleagues, and other writers. Her generous attention was not confined to caring for her invalid mother and the family housekeeper; she devoted much energy to friendships with many writers. She is represented in anthologies of Scottish women poets, and books of mountain poetry. Nan joined those Scottish writers already honoured in Edinburgh’s Makars’ Court when a stone dedicated to her was placed there in 2000.For those of you in Scotland, and have made it this far into my post about Nan, and maybe still haven’t heard of her, dig in your wallet or purse and dig out a Royal Bank of Scotland £5 note, that’s Nan you have been looking at for the last five years.

Summit of Corrie Etchachan

by Nan Shepherd

But in the climbing ecstasy of thought, Ere consummation, ere the final peak, Come hours like this. Behind, the long defile, The steep rock-path, alongside which, from under Snow-caves, sharp-corniced, tumble the ice-cold waters. And now, here, at the corrie’s summit, no peak, No vision of the blue world, far, unattainable, But this grey plateau, rock-strewn, vast, silent, The dark loch, the toiling crags, the snow; A mountain shut within itself, yet a world, Immensity. So may the mind achieve, Toiling, no vision of the infinite, But a vast, dark and inscrutable sense Of its own terror, its own glory and power.

The pics of the house are Nan’s Shanty on the edge of the Cairngorms, high on the shoulder of Morrone, with views over the village of Braemar and the Dee valley that’s her in the doorway with her friend Amelia McGregor, it is said to be the highest in Scotland.

Loads more on Oor Nan here http://www.geopoetics.org.uk/tag/nan-shepherd/

And more about her hoose here https://charlottepeacock.co.uk/2021/03/02/nan-shepherd-cairngorms-shanty/

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Even though they wore their Guide uniform and were learning English fast, the Kindertransport girls were constantly reminded that they were foreigners in a remote part of Britain. Some of the adult villagers made it very clear that they were not sure about these foreign children. When Miss Payne asked the senior class to sing the hymn 'Glorious things of thee are spoken', the girls refused. It wasn't because they were Jews, but because the hymn shared the tune with the German national anthem.  Only when the teacher threatened them with punishment did they comply. When a passer-by heard them singing, he complained: “First the British children sing God Save the King, and then the Germans sing their national anthem. Are they spies?” One of the London evacuee children called the girls 'Nazis', and others followed his taunting. “We just ignored them,” said Celia, “but it hurt.” The path the girls took to school ran through a wood in which a Scottish army battalion was camping. When the soldiers heard them speak in a mixture of broken English and German, Ruth felt even more alien when she heard one say, “Who are those children?” His friend replied, “Oh, they're prisoners of war.”

  —  How the Girl Guides Won the War (Janie Hampton)

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A Court of Thorns and Roses Fics

Tempests and Urges: Ongoing (Elucien)

Slowly, Lucien turned his head and his gaze found hers. Everything quieted. The house’s inhabitants were gathered around Lucien, talking about what he could expect, but Elain focused only on the male in front of her. She tried to convey her apology and sorrow and want with her eyes, frozen with indecision and unable to say what she wanted.

Lucien stared back at her, and while she could so clearly see his own sadness and longing reflected in his brilliant russet eye, he gave her a small, slow bow and turned away. Elain’s stomach dropped. He was going to leave her, and Elain would be stuck in this house like a neglected piece of furniture, without the one being who had a hope of truly understanding and listening to her. She took a half step down the stairs at the same time Lucien turned to Rhys and nodded his head…

“Wait!”

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"Take me with you."

OR: A divergent ACOTAR fic, in which Elain goes with Lucien to find Vassa during ACOWAR.

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The Curse of Sleepy Hollow: One shot, complete (Elucien)

In the quiet village of Sleepy Hollow in the human lands south of the Wall, there’s a local legend: that every All Hallow’s Eve, the ghostly form of a headless fae on a horse from the lands north of the Wall haunts the town for an evening, looking for his missing head and a human woman to take as his bride.

Too bad for Elain Archeron, the headless fae has found his head; now he’s looking for a bride, and he’s set his eyes on her.

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The Highland Fox and the English Rose: Ongoing (Elucien)

Elain Archeron, the middle daughter of an enterprising English merchant, has been raised with one goal in mind: become the wife of a respectable Englishman. Everything else—her interests, her desires—didn’t matter. But when her father convinces her to enter into an arranged marriage with a brutal Scottish Laird to save their family from ruin, Elain is suddenly forced to reevaluate everything she thought she wanted in life.

As the newly appointed Laird of a derelict clan with a crumbling castle, marriage was the last thing on Lucien’s mind. His entire life is thrown into disarray when he is forced into a marriage contract he didn’t sign, to an Englishwoman he’d never met.

But Lucien harbors a dark, ruinous secret that affects more than just himself, and he is determined to resolve the issue at hand. Together, the Highland Fox and the English Rose will go on a journey that will force Elain and Lucien together—or drive them apart.

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Musc Ravageur: One shot, complete (Nessian)

After obtaining an alluring perfume from a local vendor, Cassian and Nesta find themselves under a strange spell and unable to control their lust for each other.

(A sex pollen fic inspired by and for an SJM Kink Meme prompt and for Nessian Week 2023)

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DILF Daydreamin': One shot, complete (Elucien)

Lucien would be a great dad, Elain thought suddenly. The image of him holding and caring for their eventual children came completely unbidden to her mind, like a metaphorical bell that wouldn’t stop ringing in her ears. He’d be so sweet and supportive and fun -

‘Woah, settle down girl,’ Elain thought. ‘You’ve only been dating him for a few months. One afternoon babysitting your nephew isn’t enough proof that Lucien would be a good dad, if he even wants that.’

Elain discovers she likes the idea of making Lucien a DILF. Elain also discovers that Lucien likes the idea of Elain making him a DILF.

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Heat Above: One shot, complete (Elucien)

In the sudden uncertainty of her life, Elain Archeron seeks comfort in an unlikely source: her mate Lucien.

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(Can I Handle) The Seasons of My Life: One shot, complete (HelionxLOA)

The former Lady of Autumn reflects on her difficult history, and hatches a plan while observing her mate.

Helion reminisces over what could have been when presented with intangible proof of his mate’s past.

Or: The private yearnings of a newly reunited MILF and DILF

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I Need a Big Boy: One shot, complete (Nessian)

Nesta had been a fan of her city’s rugby team, The Velaris Fighters, for years, all because of one man: Cassian Smith, the team’s captain.

Tonight, she was finally going to show Cassian why she was his biggest fan.

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A Most Dangerous Magick: One shot, complete (Elucien)

Deep in the woods, the villagers say a forest witch dwells in her hut, alone, tending to her garden. They say she’s mad, that the bones of children hang from her ceiling and that people who enter the woods and stray from the path never leave.

When Elain Sees a nefarious visitor is on their way to her forest cottage, she decides to entertain her guest for an evening they both will never forget.

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And All That Jazz: One shot, complete (Neris)

The city's lights gleamed in Nesta Archerons eyes, and all she saw was opportunity.

It’s the Roaring 20s in the bustling city of Prythia, and Nesta wants to live her life according to her own desires - whatever the consequences. When she collides with the city’s most dangerous mob boss, she discovers that jazz and whiskey can lead to a criminally passionate night.

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Meet Me in the Woods: One shot, complete (Fysand)

Returning to the ancient forests surrounding his ancestral home in the Scottish highlands, Rhys quickly discovers how the hunter becomes the hunted when a bloodthirsty Scottish faerie turns her ravenous sights on him.

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Latch, My Fate is Yours; Latch, My Very Soul is Yours: 3/3, complete (Elucien)

Archeologist Elain Archeron has been searching for the lost Egyptian city of Hamunaptra for her entire life. When she finally discovers her life’s goal, what she finds is straight out of her worst nightmare- or her best dream.

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Random Sentence Generator Drabble Series, #1: Elucien drabble, 1200 words

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Random Sentence Generator Drabble Series, #2: Nesta, 430 words

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Random Sentence Generator Drabble Series, #3: Suriel, 900 words

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Nessian Drabble prompt: could you please write something about cassian and nesta fighting about something and it ends up in very steamy sex???

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