#dr potter

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RAAHH

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Luigi's Gothic Mansion: The Staff

Hellen Gravely's trusty servants, ready to serve! They are loyal to her, following her every command. After all, if it weren't for her, where else would they be now?

Comprising of (from left to right, back to front):

Steward, the...steward. He is Hellen's personal assistant and head of the staff.

Shivers, the butler. He tends to roam around the halls.

Kruller, the footman. He serves as a bodyguard.

Chef Soulfle, the cook. Just don't interrupt him while he's cooking.

Chambrea, the housemaid. She dusts, cleans, washes; you name it!

Potter, the gardener. His flowers and crops are used for tea and dinner.

Clem, the groundskeeper. He keeps maintence of the mansion's structure (when he isn't busy napping, that is)

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Prompt 2 - Doctor

@jegulus-microfic July 2, Word count 1000

Regulus had always dreamed about being a doctor. His parents had mostly approved. They would have preferred he’d chosen to be a solicitor or an accountant, but they decided that doctor was also a respectable profession as long as he went into the correct area. Such as plastics, where all the money was. They had a friend who ran the plastics department at St Thomas’s in London and they arranged for him to train under him once Regulus finished medical school. 

But Regulus had other plans. He secretly sent out feelers to other hospitals and got offered a job in York. It was the one that he’d secretly hoped for. Sirius had moved up to York after he’d fled their family home. He’d gone to university there and fallen in love with the kindest man Regulus had ever met. Of course, his parents didn’t know that he knew any of this. 

He’d had all his correspondence sent to Sirius’s house and he’d go out on daily walks to phone his brother on a separate phone Sirius had sent him and paid for so they could talk without their parents finding out. 

Graduation day came. He was top of his class and a highly sought-after new doctor. He had his picture taken, said goodbye to his classmates and made a run for it. He left his parents complaining about the pitiful excuse for food that had been laid out for them and ran to Sirius’s waiting car. 

“Hey, Reggie!” Sirius’s smile was full of love and Regulus couldn’t help himself. He flung himself across the gear stick and hugged his brother as tightly as he could. “I’ve missed you too,” Sirius spoke quietly into his ear. 

They rushed back to his parent’s house and hurriedly carted the few boxes of his belongings down the three flights of stairs and out to Sirius’s car. Soon they were on the M1 and on their way north. 

He hadn’t just left his parents with no idea where he’d gone. He’d told them he had found another job and was sorry he left like he did, but he had no interest in learning how to pull back wrinkly old skin, so people could kid themselves that they looked younger than they were. He thanked them for everything they’d done for him and hoped that they would still want him in their lives. 

Remus was waiting for them at the front door. He flung his arms open and gave Regulus a firm, warm hug. 

“I’m so glad you made it, Reggie,” He said as he ruffled Regulus’s hair. They’d become good friends over the years since he and Sirius had met, even before they’d started dating. Sirius would drunk dial him and Regulus would spend most of the night chatting with Remus while Sirius did keg stands and made a show of himself. 

“Can we take you on a tour tomorrow? You can get to know the city before you start your first shift.” Sirius asked over dinner. Sirius had braved the locals to go to the chippy round the corner. It was excellent, the best fish and chips he’d ever had. 

Regulus went to sleep that night, finally feeling free for the first time in his life. He took Sirius up on his offer to see the small city. They ate breakfast and hopped on a bus into the city centre. Sirius took him to see the giant cathedral towering over the other buildings. Then through the Shambles, an ancient medieval street. The narrow street was jam-packed with shops and shoppers. The top levels of the buildings overhanging the street below. They took a walk along the bar walls that wrapped around the entire city, protecting it from enemy armies. Sirius took him on a river cruise down the Ouse and then into the Dungeons to learn about Dick Turpin. 

“Stand and deliver, your money or your life!” Sirius had yelled at him as he jabbed him in the back with a fake sword he’d gotten from the gift shop. 

“Turpin would have used pistols, not a sword,” Regulus pointed out. Sirius shrugged and poked him again. They walked down by the river to get home. His feet hurt but it had been worth it. The city was beautiful and he’d spent more time with his brother than he had for years. Tomorrow he’d start at the hospital and he needed to be wide awake to be on his game. 

Sirius dropped him off at the door, kissed his cheek and handed him a packed lunch. 

“Look at our boy Remus, all grown up and off to be a doctor.” Sirius pretended to wipe a tear from his eyes. 

“There, there dear. He’s a big boy now, we have to let him go,” Remus made his voice deep but struggled by the end, as he couldn’t help laughing. 

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. C'ya later.” He blew them a kiss anyway and walked through the doors. 

The resident in charge of them was the most handsome man Regulus had ever seen. He had to take a few deep breaths to calm his speeding heart. He felt suddenly very warm and could feel himself beginning to sweat. 

“Dr Black?” Dr James Potter looked up from his list. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Sirius Black would you?” 

“Yes, he’s my brother, Dr Potter,” Regulus replied in as even a voice as he could. 

“He’s one of my best friends, I’ll be sure to let him know how you’re getting on,” Dr Potter winked at him. Regulus felt lightheaded. Oh, great, now he not only fancied his mentor but the guy just happened to be Sirius’s friend. He should have known better than to move in with his brother. Well, he was going to prove he deserved to be here. 

Dr Potter looked at him, his eyes glimmering with something.

“Well, this is going to be fun,” James grinned widely before they began the morning rounds. 

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Dr. Potter be plantin

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When they take you for a drink or two /ref

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11th Hottest Ghost: Dr. Potter

This sure is a ghost alright, just not a super hot one.

Looks: I based the credentials for Potter with the time period Charles Darwin was alive: 19th century. Basically during this time a lot of traits seen as beautiful were also symptoms of tuberculosis, which was rampant during this time (Pale/tender skin with red cheeks and lips, thinness, etc.) This is an old bald man with dirty clothes who doesn’t care about looks and only practicality. The little touch of the flower is nice though.

Personality: If this man doesn’t exhude schadenfreude I don’t know what does. While he does take great care of his plants, including petting his man-eating plant during his boss fight, he does not exhibit the same behavior toward people. He laughs at Luigi’s misfortune in the various cutscenes with him, including the growth of several problematic plants such as a giant Venus Flytrap that grows to the ceiling of the gigantic floor to keep the button away from Luigi and a… pineapple plant that grows giant pineapples too. Even while being vacuumed up by Luigi, Dr. Potter makes the effort to THROW the button as much as he can away from Luigi (which Luigi can grow a plant to climb and get the button.) The only redeeming qualities of Dr. Potter’s personality is his care and hobby for growing plants, even making different themed rooms and giant plants to further embrace his hobby. He also seems to be a collector to, as indicated by what is presumably his room with various objects displayed on the walls in an organized fashion. Otherwise, yeah this is a sadistic old man.

Survival Rate: Pretty low, he carries his seeds wherever he goes in his backpack and can easily grow them, and we know how dangerous the plants he grows are (need I bring up the giant pineapple plant that produces pineapples that squash Luigi?)

Niceness Rate: Non-existent. The Niceness Rate only takes into consideration how he is nice toward potential romantic partners. From what we’ve seen with him interacting with Luigi, its been nothing but sadistic delight as he scares and makes simple tasks difficult for Luigi, such as moving an elevator button to the very top of the suite with a plant. We could consider how Luigi is a threat to ghosts by capturing them with a vacuum, but Dr. Potter laughs at Luigi’s misfortune instead of simply making tasks harder and then disappearing.

Overall, while Charles Darwin had a loving relationship with his wife and many kids, Dr. Potter is stuck being single for the rest of his afterlife. If you want a cruel elderly grandfather figure in your life, go for it ig!

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Am I posting about Luigi's mansion ghosts' names in french? Yes.

Why? They're silly

ITS MY AUTISM I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

Anyways so here's the Luigi's mansion 3 ghost names in french and what they mean. Most of them are based off rhymes or wordplay.

-Steward: Peter le Porteur

Translates to Peter the Porter. No explanation needed, you get it.

-Chambrea: Dominique la Domestique

Translates to Dominic the Maid

-Kruller: Virgile le Vigile

Translates to Virgile the watchman

-Chef Soulffle: Krem Brûlé

It's a wordplay on crème brûlé, that french-named dessert

-Amadeus Wolfgeist: Faust Note

It's a pun on fausse note, which translates to wrong note.

-King MacFrights: Roi McEffroi

Literally just translated his name as far as I know

-Dr. Potter: Professeur Foliane

It comes from fol, meaning "crazy" or "out of control plant" in the context of botany, "herbe folle", a "crazy grass" is a synonym for weed, and liane just means liana

-Morty: Oscar

Yeah like the award

-Ug: Grut

I have nothing to say it's all here

-Clem: Serge le Concierge/ Lucien le Gardien

For some reason, Clem got two names in french. I assume one is on the Canadian version and the other one is the France French version. Serge le Concierge translates to Serge the Caretaker. For Lucien, incidentally, the name comes from the Latin word "lux" (light) putting it in contrast with the darkness of the subterranean boilerworks area. "Lucien" is also an old-fashioned name, usually associated with French rural areas. Gardien also means caretaker in this context.

-Serpci: Cléo Patatras

It's a worplay on Cleopatra and whatever the fuck patatras means (it's just an onomatopoeia)

-Nikki, Lindsey & Ginny: Les sœurs mirage

Translates to the illusion sisters

-Captain Fishook: Capitaine dents-de-scie

Translates to captain sawtooth

-Johnny Deepend: Walter Polo

Shinji chair

-DJ Phantasmagloria: surprisingly, her name is the same in french.

-Hellen Gravely: Ambre Buscade

It's a pun on ambuscade, which translates to ambush

Oh and polterkitty is ectochat

Hehe

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