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kaijuandcoffee · 2 years

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Ocean Ramsey sucks, a rant and a list:

-she is not an actual marine biologist

-She has no published research and has not contributed to the field in any tangible way

-she is a serial wildlife harasser.

-she cares more about self promotion, her influencer image, and getting a cool gopro shot for Instagram than the health and safety of the animals she interacts with

-people i know who have worked with her can attest to this, but it’s also very apparent in the way she approaches animals, invades their space, chases/harasses them in that she alters how they would normally be behaving.

-exhibit a: illegally touches and rides great whites by hanging on their dorsal fins in both Hawai’i and Mexico. Every responsible diver or tour guide’s first rule is to not touch anything.

-exhibit b: when she is swimming with an 18-ft long, likely pregnant, great white that was feeding off a whale carcass off the coast of O’ahu, it looks like the shark is swimming peacefully next to her. However, you can look at how hard Ramsey is kicking, with powerful freediving fins, to keep up with the shark. That’s because the shark is trying to swim away from her, but Ramsey continually follows her with a gopro in her face. She eventually touches/pets her as the shark swims by.

After this encounter and her post, 60 people went into the water trying to get the same experience. As a result, The shark left the sight and wasn’t seen again. Obviously this is conjecture but I feel like it’s not unlikely that had she been given the proper space the shark could have/would have had more feeding opportunities. Why else would a pregnant great white leave such an enormous food source without returning?

This post by actual shark researcher Dr. Michael Domeier breaks it down really well:

-if you think i’m lying about her being self-involved: a friend of mine did her internship, along with being a bully to her husband and putting instagram shots as the priority, ramsey also tried to copyright her ponytail style. Which is honestly just funny.

-her real name is melissa lmao (nothing against that name it just shows how fake her whole persona is)

-Ramsey will argue she is showcasing sharks aren’t man eating monsters. I do appreciate the awareness she raises for shark conservation. However I would argue her posts are less about shark conservation and more influencer-style #blessed type posts.

-HOWEVER. She does it by basically demonstrating everything you aren’t supposed to do when encountering any wild animal. You can spread this message and awareness without harassing (i.e. interfering with an animal’s natural behavior) wildife. Sharks are cautious and timid, but they will defend their space if they feel the need to. One of these days her or someone trying to replicate her experiences will get hurt.

Tl;dr: melissa “ocean” ramsey is not a marine scientist or animal behavior expert in any way. She is essentially “grizzly man” but with sharks. She is not a shark whisperer. Her content, while doing some good work promoting shark conservation and awareness, does more harm than good by showcasing irresponsible and dangerous interactions with them for likes and views. Consider giving your clicks and views to folks who promote these messages responsibly.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 🤙

About me: I have a degree in Environmental Science with an emphasis in marine science. I am a scuba divemaster with 200+ dives, have worked in science education for over 5 years and work with sharks daily as an aquarium maintenance diver. I’m not an expert and this is my informed opinion, however I do feel I have enough experience in this field to make this opinion with confidence.

Edit: apparently she’s also standing with bethany hamilton’s transphobic statements and said some pretty transphobic things herself. Fuck Ocean Ramsey. Support trans athletes and responsible ocean educators.

Some sources:

https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.abc.net.au/article/10725478

https://www.ecowatch.com/ocean-ramsey-shark-video-2626382493.html

Some alternative nature accounts to follow:

https://instagram.com/kaikea.nakachi?igshid=MDM4ZDc5MmU=

https://instagram.com/pnwprotectors?igshid=MDM4ZDc5MmU=

https://instagram.com/elias59173?igshid=MDM4ZDc5MmU=

https://instagram.com/kanaeokana?igshid=MDM4ZDc5MmU=

#long post #rant #sorry i just cant stand her #Every experienced diver/person I’ve spoken to in the marine science field does not like her or her methods #and i feel like that says something about her #again no published research to be found but calls herself a marine biologist #ocean ramsey #marine biology #also as a diver chasing an animal with a gorpro so it swims off and no one else can appreciate it is my pet fuckin peeve #terfs dni #terfs will be blocked

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cherusque · 1 year

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Ocean Ramsey 🇺🇸

#Ocean Ramsey #🇺🇸#Bikini #Girl #Sexy

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lunarsluttymoon · 2 months

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HES THE GIANT RAT THAT MAKES ALL OF THE RULES‼️

Ramsey is Big Rat. He makes deals, he swindles people, just like canon. Except his deals tend to end more deadly on the other’s end.

Y’know how in greece they would cover the eyes of the dead with coins for Charon’s ferry. Yea

#something something Ramsey takin u to the afterlife for a price #imagine paying someone to kill u that’d suck #epithet erased #my art #ramsey murdoch #i like to imagine he like #comes off friendly at first #and is ‘guiding’ molly home #but maybe hes like struck a deal with. idfk Mera and Indus #or bliss ocean #for Molly’s soul #ee monster au #tw body horror #he dont got eyes #his skin is kinda stretched a bit too tight over his body #ee ramsey #ee ramsey murdoch

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sentistrange · 1 year

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EE Fantasy Au ideas: -Howie is a regular human who sympathizes with the Fae, hides them among his regular worker bees when the Inquisitors come knocking, & helps them with their disguises. He's venerated by most Fae as a result. -Ramsey is a merchant the Zorcy couple meet & befriend along the course of their adventures. He's initially apprehensive of Zora, but they learn to get along. -The rest of Bliss Ocean are also Fae, & think what Zora's getting involved with is absolutely hilarious.

yessss

gio is a prince who is forcefully engaged to lorelai but is in a giant polycule with his minions. also he has an alternate identity known as VINCENT MURDER (legally must always be in caps) where he can do whatever tf he wants to do at night. think diluc from genshin as the darknight hero but instead of that gio is the darknight villain

(maybe he also turns into a fire breathing dragon????? eyes emoji)

also i like the idea of molly being a bear kemonomimi it sounds really cute

#epithet erased #ee fantasy au #new tag #zorcy #howie honeyglow #ramsey murdoch #zora salazar #bliss ocean #giovanni potage #molly blyndeff #lotsa dudes

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fothermuckinghero · 2 years

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Have a list of which RTC characters I associate with which Epithet Erased characters bc I am nothing if not a lover of niche crossovers (Not regarding the characters dynamics bee tee dubs)

Mischa Bachinski - Ramsey Murdoch

Noel Gruber - Giovanni Potage

Ricky Potts - Rick Shades (not name related I promise) or Sylvester Ashling

Constance Blackwood - Molly Blyndeff

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg - Mera Salamin

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb - Pheonica Fleecity

I'm giving no explanations for any of these but if u disagree ur wrong /J

#epithet erased #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #ramsey murdoch #noel gruber #giovanni potage #ricky potts #rick shades #sylvester ashling #constance blackwood #molly blyndeff #ocean o'connell rosenberg #mera salamin #jane doe #penny lamb #pheonica fleecity

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caffeinewitchcraft · 1 year

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Cinderella Doesn’t Believe in Fairytales (part 9)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3). (Part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8)

Baron Ramsey knows a secret.

It is a very good position to be in, to be a noble and to know an important secret. The base of the aristocracy’s power comes from secrets after all and knowing one that many others don’t means he holds a special power. A different power. An important power.

Baron Ramsey subtly pulls his collar away from his neck as he’s led down the long, ornate hall to the audience chamber. He can feel a bead of sweat just shy of his hairline and he hopes it doesn’t roll down his temple at the wrong moment. The knight leading him to the King and Queen has a hand on the silver hilt of his sword. He doesn’t look back at the Baron, but Baron Ramsey can feel his attention regardless. Like a flock of birds looking down from the trees as you pass underneath.

Knowing a secret is a very good thing, he reminds himself. He dabs away the bead of sweat a beat before the knight opens the doors the audience chamber. He most likely has only been called to discuss a new item the Queen wants. Something that he who spends so much time abroad could find for her. It is a common occurrence. That is why he takes pains to never let her find him at home.

“Baron David Ramsey,” the knight announces. He steps smartly to the side and bows without ever once looking at the occupants of the room. “Your majesties.”

Baron David Ramsey. His name curls inside of his chest and settles like a band around his lungs. When he was a boy, his father took him to meet the Queen and King. His father said it was only natural to feel anxious and frightened in their presence. Natural and right, even. But now he can feel the unnaturalness in it and he struggles to take the first step forward. He could be crushed by their attention alone.

For our Cinder, he thinks and watches his feet carry him forward to kneel before the King and Queen.

The heavy, wood doors swing shut, sealing him alone inside.

“Rise, Baron,” the Queen says. Her voice is like the ocean. Trickling and light until the syllables collide into each other like waves. Then he can hear the depth of it, the power in it.

He rises and finally looks up at the thrones.

The Queen is draped in purple. Ribbons of the finest silk are braided into her hair, ranging from violet to lilac. She is sitting upright, her hands placed carefully on the arms of the chair so he can see the length and sharpness of her lavender nails.

Baron Ramsey’s heart beats faster, like a rabbit, when he sees the Queen. But it stops in its tracks when he sees the King.

The King isn’t seated on his throne. He is standing a step behind the Queen, his hands resting on the hilt of a sheathed sword that he’s using like a cane. He is dressed entirely in black except for a single piece of amethyst embedded in his obsidian crown.

He is not pretending to be a co-ruler right now. He is showing what he really is. The Queen’s one and only personal knight.

They know, the Baron thinks. He sways on the spot. They know I know.

“Welcome home, Baron David Ramsey,” the Queen says. She smiles and her teeth are astonishingly sharp. The King seems out of proportion behind her, his limbs a little too long and his eyes a little too deep set. The Queen laughs and it sounds like bells. “Welcome home to the Unseelie Court.”

Knowing a secret is a very good thing…until it’s no longer a secret at all.

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Baron Ramsey is not a clever man. He used to think he was. Oh! The folly of youth. He’d been determined to reclaim the noble prestige his father had lost and had spent many years searching for the right thing to leverage into a higher position. Trade deals, a new variety of crops, attempting to gain protection from one of the Kingdom’s three dukedoms. He tried it all to no avail.

Then he went into the West Mountains.

He went to find a diamond mine. Journals from his ancestors spoke of treasure to the West. The entries never specified where to the west, but David Ramsey did not have many options. They did not have land of their own to mine and he did not want to rent it from the dukedoms which had rejected his service. So he took some money and his father’s disappointment west.

He did not come back with sacks full of diamonds.

He came back with a wife.

“I will marry you,” she said the day he proposed. Her hair was so pale blonde that it nearly blended in with the snow swirling around them. Her eyes the blue of a clear winter sky seemed to see through him. “But it will cost you. There is always a cost when you meet someone like me.”

And love-blind he said, “Whatever the cost, I will pay it. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

Her lips thinned. She had already told him her years were numbered. Her lifespan slipped through an injury from the attack that had decimated her land. It would never fully heal. Did it make his love more shallow than hers that he knew how many years he must dedicate to her? She would be giving him the rest of her life. He would be giving her a mere years.

But, love-blind as well, she said, “The cost is this: you will never be a Duke or a Marquis or even nobility with land. You will stay a landless Baron. There will never be plenty in your coffers just as there will never be nothing in them. You must do nothing to attract attention to yourself or to me. We must live in solitude.”

“But we will live together,” he said. He felt the conviction in his heart and he got down onto one knee, uncaring of the ice on the ground. He held her hand between two of his. “My time with you will be all the treasure I need. If I have your attention, I need no other. Let me love you. Please.”

“You must never say please,” she chided gently. But she let him slip his mother’s ring onto her finger and she followed him down the mountain to the lush greenery below.

She gathered her power carefully in her chest when she stepped over the boundary between her land and this new one. Her Court lay dead behind her, but it did not mean the Unseelie Court would be forgiving enough to let her live. She wanted to live. She wanted to live with this human whose ancestors had once been her enemy and whose rulers were her enemy now. He did not hold their nature. He was human and perfect despite it.

For a while, they were happy. Truly they were. She supported him in finding new connections beyond the Kingdom to finance them. They soothed each other when his father passed. He had become like a father to her too. And when they had their daughter, she was still happy.

Something changed. She didn’t know what (or did not want to consider it). Her husband began to travel more and, having to take care of their child, she could not go with him. More than once she wondered if he still loved her. He had promised to let their time together be his treasure, but she did not feel treasured watching him disappear down the road alone. She spent hours staring in the direction he left, paralyzed by the fear of asking. Did he still love her? Did he still want to be with her?

Her daughter’s eyes were always on her. She had too much to lose.

She did not ask.

It wasn’t until she found their child killing ants in the garden with a sneer twisting her perfect face that she was confronted with the fact her absent husband might secretly hold part of her enemy’s nature after all. She felt it pulsing from their child like the night sky overtaking the horizon. It was only then that she realized what the Unseelie Court had become.

“They were dying like we were,” she told the Baron. He was coming home less and less. The cost he paid to be with her was driving a wedge between them. He wanted to provide more for their daughter and her restrictions kept him from trading within the boundary of the Kingdom. “The Queen held less morals than I did when I ruled my lands. She did not keep the Court pure. She let her powers spread thin outside of the Inner Court in hopes that one kernel of it would spark and ignite stronger than ever.”

“What are you saying?” The Baron asked.

“Our Cinder,” she said in a trembling voice. She watched out the window as their daughter ran after butterflies in the garden. “She has a spark of the Unseelie Queen.” From you. “And she will inherit my powers as well. She will be everything they want, David, she will be beyond what they want—"

“We’re safe,” the Baron interrupted. Conversation about the Queen made him uncomfortable these days. He did not tell his wife, but he had taken a contract with the Queen who had noticed of his foreign trade. She paid better than other kingdoms for harmless things. Jewels and fabric in ever shade of purple he could find. He avoided his wife’s eyes lest she discover his duplicity. “Your barriers are strong. They won’t find us here. They won’t find our Cinder.”

“You’re not listening,” she cried.

“You are worrying over matters that can’t reach us,” he soothed and that was the end of that.

But she knew he was wrong. He was human and did not understand the nature of the fae as she did. She had already been teaching her daughter how to behave like a fae. Now, she knew, she needed to teach her daughter how to avoid becoming the sort of fae who would attract attention.

I must teach her to be kind, she thought, holding her daughter to her chest that night. Memories of her Court screaming crowded in from all side. The look on her daughter’s face while she killed the ants seemed darker in her memory. Kindness will thwart this darker nature. I only have three years left. Only three years.

It would not be enough time.

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 7 months

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Lochlan Parenting headcanons

Lochlan treats Siren! Darling like she’s the most fragile flower when she’s pregnant

He’s basically her personal chef and everything

Lochlan even made clothes to hide her pregnancy bump.

He gives her bulging stomach belly rubs when the baby is kicking

Trust me, their baby kicks like they’re Messi.

When the baby finally comes, Lochlan is holding your hand and letting you scream whatever you want at him.

After a grueling two hours of pushing and screaming, your baby finally comes into the world.

While the baby is being bathed, he dotes on you.

“Do you need water? Feel any pain? Can I get you food?”

When the baby is brought back to you, you almost cry at how peaceful your baby is

Every so often she’ll make a cute coo or whine.

Lochlan can’t contain his awws and has to leave the room

He is upset that the baby can’t properly see him for a while.

But he’ll settle for when his mermaid munchkin gently moves her tail against his chest when holding her

You did fascinate him when you breastfeed your daughter.

He genuinely didn’t know mermaids breastfed.

“What did you think my boobs were for?”

“I personally thought they were a left over aesthetic choice from when you guys still lived on land.”

“Shut up and hand me her rattle.”

He’s the one who teaches her to swim. He got really sick of seeing her float around the water until she eventually reached one of her parents. As cute as it was, the process was exhausting and time consuming.

Once his baby can swim, she’s an underwater speed demon.

That and he gets slapped in the face many times by his mermaid munchkin in bed.

Once she’s a toddler, you take her on land to learn how to walk.

That took a couple of minutes, and because of how mermaid tails are structures, she was extremely flexible when she gets two legs.

Mermaid munchkin literally cartwheels into the ocean.

Mermaid Munchkin demands the finest of fish.

So Lochlan teaches her how to use her sharp teeth to bite fish.

Unfortunately that comes with the setback of his arm being a teething relief tool.

“You ok?”

“Mmhm! *tears in his eyes*”

Lochlan is on dinner duty 24/7. He creates extravagant meals for his wife and baby.

Blue lobster, crab, shrimp, and fruit from above for his lovely wife. Puréed lobster, fruit, and carrots for his baby.

Seriously, the guy is the underwater Gordon Ramsey.

@celadon-gardener

#yandere fae #yandere oc #yandere headcanons

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cariantha · 24 days

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A Chance Encounter (2/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Implied sexual activity Category: Fluff Word count: 3.3K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

A/N: Artwork by the incredible @/artbyainna on Instagram.

Chapter Summary: Knowing the odds of ever seeing each other again, Ethan and Sawyer throw caution to the wind and spend a magical night together.

Part One

Part Two: The Hook-Up

January 2023 - Miami, Florida

“And I’m beginning to realize…” Ethan paused, reaching for Sawyer’s wine glass and placing it along with his own on the patio table behind him, “There are some things that are worth any risk.”

Though it was winter, the cooler Miami temperature was as comfortable as a summer night in Boston. But Ethan wasn’t thinking about home. With the moonlit backdrop of the Atlantic Ocean, a scene from his past began to play out before him.

When he turned back to Sawyer, he met her hopeful eyes. Reflecting the bright, silver moonlight, they looked just like sea glass.

It had been six months since the mystery woman he met a decade ago in East Hampton, New York found her way back into his life. If Sawyer had any memory of those days at the beach, she had kept it tucked away. When her shaky hand cupped his dark stubbled cheek, Ethan was suddenly desperate to remind her. “Sawyer, I…”

“I know,” she said softly, never breaking their intense gaze.

Immense relief coursed through him as he closed his eyes and leaned into her caressing touch. With that long-awaited admission, Ethan’s remaining reservations were drowned out by overwhelming lust for the woman he had dreamt of for years. When his eyes opened again, the dam built of steadfast resolve finally broke.

In an instant, she was finally - after all this time - back in his arms. His mouth covered hers in an intense kiss. He held his lips to hers for many heartbeats, needing to make up for lost time.

“Dr. Ramsey, you’re–”

“Ethan,” he insisted. There was no need for formality anymore. They no longer had to pretend they were only ever co-workers. Their pact of anonymity became null and void the day Sawyer walked through the doors of Edenbrook Hospital.

Time was a blur as a frenzy of hands and mouths allowed their bodies to become reacquainted. After a clumsy, lip-locked dance across the balcony, Ethan fell back into a cushioned patio chair. Sawyer lowered herself onto his lap and began slowly rocking her hips against his, matching the lapping rhythm of the shore.

“Sawyer, I’ve never done anything like this. Ever. This is—” He needed her to know he would never take advantage of his position of authority. He would never take advantage of her in any capacity. Hell, it’s why he had kept this memory to himself to begin with. But he could no longer deny their history. Their attraction. Their connection.

Sawyer stopped him mid-sentence, placing her hand over his pounding heart. She then took his hand and held it between the valley of her breasts, and he completely forgot what he was going to say. Instead, he sighed contentedly. “You… feel amazing.”

His blonde temptation smiled coyly. “Wait ‘til you feel the rest of me.”

Her confusing words and a perfectly timed chilly gust of ocean breeze released him from her spell. What does she mean by that? Ethan quickly replayed the last few minutes, realizing he may have made an erroneous assumption. When Sawyer said “I know” was she referring to their past or acknowledging their current and undeniable attraction to one another? The jolting thought made him face the harsh realities of their situation yet again. She was an intern. He was her boss. This can’t happen no matter their history.

March 2012 - East Hampton, New York

The day after her best friend's accident, Christian headed into the big city with her employer on official nanny duty. Having stayed behind, Sawyer took the opportunity to walk to town and explore the local shops and eateries. She enjoyed window shopping at high-end stores catering to wealthy vacationers and locals. But wearing cut-off jean shorts, a tank top, and flip-flop sandals, she didn’t dare go inside fearing a “Pretty Woman” scene the moment a salesperson sized her up.

Deciding it was time for a morning pick-me-up, Sawyer made her way to the crowded Starbucks on the corner. She was about to follow a couple of hoity-toity customers inside when a row of quaint boutiques across the street caught her eye, a little coffee shop nestled between them. She looked both ways before dashing across the bustling thoroughfare, eager to try something different.

The bell on the door rang as she opened it, drawing the attention of several patrons. As Sawyer surveyed the charming and seemingly popular cafe, her face lit up when she saw Ethan at the back of the order line.

Also excited by the surprise meeting, Ethan let the older woman behind him go first so he could stand next to Sawyer in line.

“I didn't take you for a coffee guy," she greeted.

"I'm a med student, remember? We only function on coffee or energy drinks. I prefer coffee."

“And why this place over that one?” she wondered, tilting her head toward the large bay window. The siren in the middle of the familiar green logo smiled back at them.

“In my experience, local coffee shops have better quality coffee. And they tend to be much quieter. There’s a lesser-known place close to campus where I like to go to study. The owner is from Hawaii and occasionally serves an amazing Kona.”

“In other words, you’re a coffee snob,” she poked fun.

Ethan shrugged unoffended.

The barista took their orders when they reached the counter. “Are these together?”

“Yes,” they both answered at the same time.

“Let me,” Sawyer turned to Ethan. “I owe you one for your help yesterday.”

But Ethan wouldn’t have it. “It’s on me,” he overruled, handing his debit card to the barista.

Moving out of the way for the next customer, Sawyer thanked him for the coffee. “That was sweet. But I still owe you. I might just have to give you one of those private surf lessons for free," she smiled coyly.

Clearing his throat, "Speaking of… how's the leg?"

"It's bruised and tender,” she shifted her body to show him. “I found some of that same ointment at the house and rebandaged the big cut this morning."

Ethan nodded satisfied.

Sipping from their to-go cups, they stepped out of the small eatery together. Hoping to extend their time together with a walk home, Ethan asked which direction she was headed.

Looking down the street, she answered, “I was going to take this way around. I wanted to check out a few more of the sights.”

“Care for some company?” Ethan asked hopefully.

Sawyer couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when she turned her head to respond. “I’d love some.”

Strolling through the village-like setting, they chatted about all sorts of things, especially medical school. With a big decision to make soon, Sawyer wanted to know more about the application process, Ethan’s favorite classes, and his plans after graduation.

“Wait, seriously? I’ve heard of Dr. Banerji! I recently read one of his case studies for my Viruses and Application for Biological Systems class. Wow, I hope things work out and you get the chance to work with him,” Sawyer commented with sincerity.

Spotting a gift shop with tacky tchotchkes and souvenirs, she tugged on his arm to follow her inside. They browsed the displays, making a game of who could find the most ridiculous item. Ethan was determined to outdo himself every time simply to hear her lovely, melodic laughter. He found her minutes later flipping through a rack of novelty t-shirts. Ethan mindlessly flicked through shirts on the opposite side. He found it endearing how she giggled at the silly ones, and more than once their eyes met over the clothing rack, eliciting shy smiles.

When they exited the store, Sawyer handed him a bag. “Here.”

“What’s this?” he furrowed his brow in question.

“Open it,” she instructed.

Ethan pulled a white t-shirt from the bag. The red print said “LIFEGUARD,” and below the cross symbol it said “The Hamptons.”

“I know it’s cheesy, but I owe you a new shirt and you did come to my rescue,” she explained.

With a nod of appreciation, “Thanks. You didn’t need to do this,” he said, tucking the shirt back into the bag.

As they trekked through the neighborhood, their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, like they could share anything and everything without hesitation. Sawyer made him smile often with her carefree playfulness and gentle teasing. Not an easy feat if you ask those who knew him well. Likewise, Ethan made her laugh, even snort a few times, with his dry humor and quick wit. They walked just inches apart, their hands brushing together so many times it no longer felt accidental.

It felt like they had been walking and talking for hours, but it all came to an end too soon when they reached his driveway.

“Thanks for the coffee and company.” She looked nervously at her feet before continuing, “It sucks that you’re leaving tomorrow. Maybe we can–”

"Hey! Is that you, Gidge?” Tobias interrupted as he came outside to unload party supplies from his Jeep. “I see you've met Moondoggie here.”

"What the hell are you talking about, Carrick?" Ethan glared at him.

"It's from an old movie," Sawyer helped to explain.

"Gigde, we're throwing a beach bash later tonight–”

“We are?” Ethan interrupted with a vexed look on his face.

“You and your friend should come," Tobias continued, ignoring his roommate.

"We'd love to come to your orgy… I mean luau, Kahuna," she played along.

Ethan just looked between the two of them, the movie references completely lost on him.

Tobias elbowed him playfully, "I like this one, man.”

Rolling her eyes, Sawyer turned back to Ethan, “Later then?"

Ethan nodded and put his hand up to say goodbye as she continued down the road.

The back of the Jeep was stockpiled with several cases of beer and brown paper bags with various assortments of liquor bottles. “Jesus Christ. How many people did you invite over?” Ethan groaned.

Shrugging, Tobias responded, “Who was counting?”

Ethan jumped when he felt fingers slide into his back pocket. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, swatting his annoying friend's hand away.

Tobias patted Ethan’s ass where he deposited a strip of square foil-wrapped packets. “Just making sure you’re prepared for later.”

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Christian had to put the kids to sleep before going off the clock for the night. By the time Sawyer and her best friend finally made their way next door, the party was in full swing.

As the ladies made their way to the kitchen for drinks, Sawyer’s eyes swept each room they passed, hoping to spot a familiar face. Every room was crowded with college-age partiers, most of whom looked like snobby rich kids. Guys wearing polo shirts and plaid shorts, and who sported expensive watches, mingled with women wearing tight, short dresses, with blown-out hair and manicured nails. Sawyer wasn’t sure if they’d been invited to a spring break party or a country club clambake.

“Gidge! You made it,” Tobias greeted, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he squeezed in between the two friends.

“Kahuna,” she acknowledged.

“Let me introduce my boys, Stinky and Lover Boy,” he joked, nodding to his pals. “Moondoggie, who you’ve met, is around here somewhere. Probably sulking in a corner.”

“Annnd, I have no idea what you guys are talking about,” Sawyer’s friend laughed, “but, I’m Christian.”

Tobias looked her up and down, then said with a smirk, “Challenge accepted, angel. We’ll make a sinner of you before the night is over.”

A while later, Ethan came out of hiding and weaved his way through the party. He scanned the many faces gathered in nearly every room on the first floor of the mansion, searching for a pair of brilliant green eyes. But as luck would have it, they kept barely missing each other. No sooner had he left the room than she entered. After a couple of passes, Ethan grabbed a beer from the kitchen, and with a disappointed sigh, he made his way outside.

Sawyer stayed by her friend's side for a while until Tobias wrapped his arm around Christian's shoulders and led her away for a dance. With a beer of her own, Sawyer ventured outside to get some fresh air. On the far end of the deck was a spiral staircase that led to a second-story balcony. Hoping to at least enjoy the view of the moonlit ocean while she worked through her own disappointment, she coiled up the stairs. When she reached the top step, she saw Ethan leaning on the railing, looking sullen and staring out to the water.

"Oh! Hey,” she tried to contain her sudden excitement, “Sorry. I didn't realize anyone was up here."

"Hi," his voice sounded glad to see her.

"Mind if I join you?"

Ethan shook his head.

"Not much of a party guy, huh?" Sawyer asked, joining him at the railing.

"It's not really my scene."

“Oh? And what kind of scene do you prefer?”

Ethan slightly shifted his body toward her. “Coffee and conversation. A stroll through the neighborhood. Beers on the porch,” he answered, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers.

With knowing smiles, they each took a swig of beer, then fell back into the same comfortable conversation as earlier in the day. There was an undeniable connection between them and, as if they both came to that same realization, a timid silence settled between them.

This was the moment, the one where someone made a move or made an excuse to head back downstairs. Ethan pushed off the railing and stood up straight, setting his beer bottle on the railing. Sawyer followed his lead, doing the same. When she turned to face him, a gust of ocean breeze blew her hair into her eyes. Ethan's fingers were there in an instant to help push it away, and after tucking it behind her ear, his hand lingered on the side of her face. Sawyer wrapped her hand around his wrist to hold it in place as their eyes met in contemplation.

Ethan considered whether the instant gratification was worth it, knowing it would make their inevitable goodbye that much harder. Given their current realities, he was under no illusion that this would be anything more than a spring break fling. But the voice of reason was drowned out by the overwhelming need to taste her lips and feel her skin under his fingertips. In that instant, he decided the reward far outweighed the risk.

During those few seconds of hesitation, Sawyer made her mind up too. When she wrapped her other hand around the back of his neck, the dam broke.

Though their lips were eager to meet, their first kiss was not hurried. It started soft and slow. Ethan pulled back after a moment to gauge Sawyer’s reaction, seeing the smile in her eyes. When he felt the gentle tug on the back of his neck urging him to return to her lips, he angled his head to the other side and kissed her again. Sawyer parted her lips, inviting him deeper. Their kisses grew in intensity, and the longer they stayed lip-locked, the more desperate they became for more.

Tongues still dancing together, Ethan clumsily backed them away from the railing and toward a reclining chaise lounge. Mindful of her wounded leg, he laid down so that Sawyer could straddle him.

Eager to feel more of him, Sawyer lifted his shirt over his head. As her fingers dragged over the contradiction of velvety skin and concrete muscle, Ethan’s fingers found their way under the hem of her shirt. The lower hers traveled, the higher his went. When she reached the button of his jeans, Sawyer hesitated.

His hands instantly dropped to hers, tenderly wrapping them in his own. “If you want to stop, we can. This is probably a terrible idea given the odds of seeing each other again.”

The fact that he was being so considerate only made her want him more. If she was going to check this experience off of her college bucket list, she wanted to do it with him.

Staring down at their joined hands, she shook her head. “No, I want to. I’m just a little nervous,” she confessed, looking up with a shy smile. “And honestly, the fact that we probably won’t see each other again seems like a good enough excuse to just give in. No strings attached. No complications,” she assured him. “Do you? Want to stop?”

“Hell no. I want you,” he insisted, squeezing her hands. “It’s just… I don’t usually do this sort of thing… but I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” Ethan rubbed the knuckles of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. No pressure.”

His eyes spoke nothing but the truth, and in response, Sawyer weaved her fingers through his. She then pushed their joined hands over his head, leaning down to capture his mouth in a heated kiss.

When things turned red hot again, Sawyer murmured against his lips. “Do you have–”

“In my back pocket,” he whispered, letting go of her hands.

Sawyer laughed as she reached underneath him and shimmied her hand into his pocket. “For someone who doesn’t do this sort of thing–”

“Let’s just say my roommate is the type to do this and wanted everyone to be prepared tonight,” Ethan defended, plucking the foil packets from her fingers. “As much as I hate to give him the satisfaction, I’ll have to remember to thank him later.”

The stars in the night sky replaced the ones behind her eyes after experiencing something she could only describe as magical. Feeling as though she had finally descended back to Earth, Sawyer shifted in Ethan’s arms, attempting to disentangle herself and stand up.

“Not yet,” he begged, locking her up in his limbs.

She inhaled the scent of his bare skin and placed a kiss over his still thundering heart, “Okay.”

The ocean mist cooled their flushed skin as they stole gentle kisses from each other, hoping the next wouldn’t have to be the last. Propping herself up on an elbow, Sawyer stared down into Ethan’s moonlit eyes.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“It’s just… you’ve been so amazing, and I don’t even know your name,” she giggled.

Caressing the side of her face, “Let’s keep it that way. It will be easier to let each other go. No complications, remember?”

Nodding in agreement, “Okay. No complications,” she echoed. Sawyer repeated the mantra in her head several times as she reluctantly pried herself free of Ethan’s embrace. “I should find my friend before she starts to worry.”

“Right.”

They handed each other pieces of clothing and got dressed. Standing in front of each other, Sawyer reached up and took Ethan’s face in her hands, offering him a final kiss goodbye. Ethan swept his hands over her hair and held her head as he returned the sentiment, not letting go until they were both out of breath.

Slowly they pulled away. Sawyer took a few steps backward, before finally turning her back to him and walking away. Before descending the spiral staircase, she turned her head and met Ethan’s gaze. “Bye, Moondoggie.”

“Bye… Gidge?” he tried to remember.

With an affirmative nod and final wave, Sawyer winded her way down the stairs.

She found Christian inside, sitting on Tobias’ lap. They were watching and laughing as Stinky, whose real name she thought was Andrew, sang a horrible karaoke rendition of Gotye’s “Somebody that I Used to Know.”

When Christian spotted her friend in the doorway, she whispered to Tobias that she’d be right back. “Hey! Are you good? Have you been having fun?”

“Yep,” Sawyer beamed uncontrollably.

“Hold up,” Christian looked her up and down, “Sawyer, did you…?”

Sawyer eagerly shook her head in the affirmative.

“You and your lifeguard?”

Sawyer nodded again.

“Eeeek! Girl, how was it? Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Really good. It was incredible.”

Part 3: The Realization

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I know I have the Epithet Shifted AU which I do intend to do more of. But I thought to myself a few days ago “What if Epithet Erased was an animated sitcom?”

Sitcom AU

Epithets still exist to add onto possible shenanigans but there are still some big changes.

Calliope is still alive which leads to Martin being a notably better dad (nowhere near father of the year but he’s okay)

There’s a lot less crime and Bliss Ocean doesn’t exist. Now I wouldn’t say I’m a huge expert on sitcoms but in my experience they don’t have that much crime and they definitely don’t cover terrorism.

Ramsey is a more legitamate appraiser who probably has a shady past.

Percy’s still a cop of course, no need to change that. Maybe she’s married to Ramsey. I’ll confess I haven’t 100% figured out all the details.

I have no ideas for Zora except she’s still an absolute menace.

Giovanni is Lorelai’s age and they are friends. Lorelai has a huge crush on Giovanni and everyone knows except Giovanni…. And maybe Martin. Though in this hypothetical sitcom they would start dating at some point.

Sylvie would still be a high schooler and would be introduced in an episode where Lorelai has to get a tutor and she’s appalled that her tutor is a freshman.

I don’t know what Mera’s role would be but her epithet wouldn’t affect as badly. Like she’s still prone to injury but not to the point where breaking her bones is a daily concern.

I literally just thought of this as I was typing it but Rick would be introduced partway through the series. Calliope would talk to Martin about how they need to higher someone and later Martin would just find Rick in the streets. Because Rick is Rick, Calliope wouldn’t want to hire him until she hears his tragic backstory.

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lunarsluttymoon · 9 months

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"Zora wouldn't be in Bliss Ocean in this au" but consider, Zora recruiting Ramsey to Bliss Ocean after her contract to take the amulet

(idk how much you know about unreleased stuff but it could absolutely work)

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liaromancewriter · 26 days

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It Happened One Miami Night (2/?)

Series Premise: A work trip to Miami means finally accepting that some risks are worth taking. Or are they?

Fandom: Choices Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff Words: 975

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A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 77, prompt 2 and @choicesmonthlychallenge March challenge dialogue prompt 7.

In the usual scheme of things, Ethan Ramsey enjoyed attending medical conferences. He found the plenaries and presentations on ongoing research thought-provoking, for the most part, and enjoyed scintillating conversations with noted medical minds from around the world.

But these were not regular times. Half of him was still in Boston, running differentials and trying to find a cure for Naveen. The other half was deathly worried his plan this weekend would fail on both fronts: convincing Declan Nash to help him and keeping things strictly professional with Cassie Valentine.

To make matters worse, he spotted the current president of the AMA, who sneered nastily when their eyes met across the lobby. He was clearly still smarting from when Ethan had torn apart his keynote address after last year’s conference.

The man’s research was flawed. Was he supposed to sit quietly and shower adoration on a pompous fraud?

He mentally rolled his eyes and half-listened to colleagues who’d accosted him as soon as they arrived at the hotel in Miami.

Ethan might have exaggerated when he told the Rookie that everyone at these conferences either hated him or wanted something from him, but the truth was somewhere in between.

Given his relatively young age, senior physicians felt he hadn’t earned his dues yet and needed to be put in his place. Event organizers coerced him into participating in their program — an example of a young doctor who’d completed his training in the new millennium. His age showed residents they’d chosen the right career, and success was in sight sooner than they thought.

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as Cassie appeared through the rotating doors. His eyes narrowed as he noticed her disquiet. Was there an issue with her room? He might have added her to the trip late, but he had updated the hotel reservation before the cut-off deadline.

Her expression cleared as she ran into Mirani and Delarosa. He was too far away to hear their conversation, but the easy smile and laughter in Cassie’s eyes mesmerized him. A gentle ocean breeze ruffled her hair and toyed with the hem of her black dress, lifting it above her knee.

He froze, a fly helplessly caught in a spider’s web.

“She’s off limits,” he repeated silently under his breath, forcing himself to look away.

After promising to meet for drinks later, he finally extricated himself from the group. He joined Cassie near the steps, where she was instructing the bellhop about their luggage.

“Dear lord, that was tedious,” Ethan commented. “Please, tell me we’re all set with the rooms.”

“Yes, but there was one problem,” Cassie said, handing the bellhop a folded bill before facing Ethan and giving him a keycard. “The reservation was only for room.”

Ethan rubbed his brows as Cassie explained the room mix-up. He felt the heat under his collar at the thought of sharing a couples’ suite with her. This weekend was already off to a rough start.

“Morons.” His eyes snapped in anger at the incompetence of the hotel staff.

But he was more annoyed at himself. He’d been in a hurry when he called the hotel a few days ago and should’ve paid more attention.

“Let’s head inside,” he said as Cassie watched him anxiously. “We’ve got work to do.”

Thirty minutes later, Ethan marched out of the convention hall and kept going, uncaring about the voices calling his name in greeting.

“Dr. Ramsey, wait,” he heard Cassie behind him, but he couldn’t face her. Not yet.

His head buzzed with Nash’s taunts, and the vindictiveness in the other man’s supercilious tone burned like salt on an open wound.

He stopped when he reached the outdoor deck facing the ocean. Gripping the railing tightly, he breathed in the saltwater air and closed his eyes against the rays of the mid-morning sun.

Ethan’s shoulders hunched in dejection. He had failed Naveen.

He jumped when he felt a hand tentatively touch his back. From the way his pulse quickened, he knew it was Cassie.

God, he wanted to lose himself in her. Just once, he wanted to take something for himself without worrying about risks or consequences.

“It’s pointless,” he said quietly, watching waves crash against the white sands. “Nash won’t budge.”

“About that … I think we need to talk,” Cassie said, breathless from chasing after him. “Nash isn’t the only Panacea rep here. I can wait until he leaves the booth and try with someone else.”

“They all report to him,” Ethan said, looking over his shoulder. “By now, they’ve all been warned not to help us.”

“But——”

“This is not your fault, Valentine,” Ethan cut off her protests with a raised hand. “I knew it was a long shot.”

“We can still try,” Cassie insisted, lifting one manicured hand to shade her eyes as she tilted her head back to gaze determinedly at him. “We have two whole days here.”

“You should attend the sessions,” Ethan said, peering intently into green eyes brimming with emotion. “It’s good learning for a resident and will give you a leg up in the competition.”

“I thought we were in this together,” Cassie said, lifting her hands in an agitated plea.

“I need to catch up with some colleagues.” He shook his head and made to brush past her into the lobby. “I’ll see you later.”

Ethan knew abandoning Cassie like that was cowardly, but his feelings were too raw. Desire swam under the surface, ready to surface at the slightest provocation. He had to get himself under control before sharing a room with her.

Off limits, he told himself grimly.

But his heart had a mind of its own, and he glanced over his shoulder to where Cassie stood, watching him walk away, the sun shining down on her, lighting her blonde hair bright like a beacon calling him home.

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