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Performance for fluffember🤍
The Voice of an Angel
Fandom: High School Story (Original Trilogy)
Pairings: Aiden Zhou x Evie Ayana (female HSS MC), maybe with a small side of Ajay Bhandari x Cher Lee (female HSS:CA MC)
Characters: Aiden Zhou, Evie Ayana (female HSS MC)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Additional Tags: Fluff, Singing, Performance, Dancing
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: On Evie’s 18th birthday, Aiden and the jazz band whip up a little surprise for her. Takes place approximately between HSS:CA 2 and HSS:CA 3 (though my memory of the HSS:CA timeline is a little more fuzzy).
A/N: First of all: to the anon who sent the prompt, major apologies for sleeping on it for so long. Coming up with writing ideas is a bitch, but it is something I want to do more often. And there was also that one time when Tumblr turned off editing for answers to asks, which carried over to the draft post for this for a while. Second of all, I’m fucking obsessed with this song from Doctor Who (“My Angel Put the Devil in Me”, from the Series 3 soundtrack) and I think Evie and Aiden would be as well. Third of all, yes this is a belated birthday fic for Evie, but I’m glad to get it out before the end of Evie’s birthday month at least. Also haha both Evie’s birthday this year and in the setting of the fic were on a Friday. Fourth of all, arghrghrargh my first time writing a fic where one character sings to another AND does a choreographed dance to it too. It’s a lot more difficult than I imagined lol.
(Also, the outfit I imagine for the other jazz band kids)
Prompt: Performance
Source for prompts here. Even though it's long past November, I'll still accept prompt suggestions from this list year-round.
Tags: @inlocusmads @aces-and-angels @aria-ashryver @lover-also-fighter-also @jerzwriter @choicesmc @3rdstreetfrank @dutifullynuttywitch @lovealexhunt @lilyoffandoms @peonierose (as this is the complete version of this WIP and this challenge bit), and @choicesficwriterscreations
Friday, March 8, 2019. The day of Evie’s 18th birthday. She’d been planning to host a birthday party at one of her favorite restaurants in the city, starting in the early evening after school. Almost everyone she knew from school was invited.
It was late in the afternoon now. Evie took one last look at herself in her new outfit– a navy blue suit with a purple floral necktie– and grinned, before dashing to the living room. There, her dad was checking his phone.
“Alright, I’m ready to go!” she said.
He turned to her. “Actually… we can’t leave just yet…”
She pouted. “What??? But Daaaad, the party starts at 5 PM and it’s already 4:45!”
“The people doing the decorations are… taking a bit longer than expected.”
“Oh…”
“It’s a bit awkward to go to a party when they’re still putting decorations up, isn’t it?”
“That’s true,” her face softened. “Do the other guests know?”
“...yep! I’ve just told them, in fact.”
“Okay… but how long do we have to wait?”
“Shouldn’t be more than… ten to twenty minutes?”
Evie pouted again.
“It’s not that long…”
“Okay, fiiiiine, I’ll be patient…”
“And I’ll be doctor!”
Evie winced. “Dad, NO…”
…
About twenty minutes passed, and then finally, her dad said it was okay to start driving to the restaurant. After a fifteen minute drive, they arrived, and Evie wasted no time going in.
The room was alive with upbeat music, purple decorative lights and flowers, and many of Evie’s friends. It seemed like just about everyone she’d invited had shown up– her main friend group, her teammates, her friends from the other cliques and Hearst, Cher and her friends from theatre, the seniors from last year who hadn’t gone away for college…
And all of them greeted her with a big “Happy birthday, Evie!!!”, in unison.
Evie inhaled, beaming at her friends. Many of them ran over to hug her, a few others cheered for her.
Then she saw Emma and Cher push their way through the crowd and grab her by her arms.
“Evie! There’s a special surprise for you, right now!” said Cher.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” said Emma. “Just come with us…”
The crowd parted, making way for Emma and Cher to pull Evie to the opposite side of the room. As they did, the party music slowly faded out and the lights began to dim.
“What the–” Evie started.
“Shhhh. You’ll see soon enough!” Emma replied.
When they made it to the opposite end of the room, a warm spotlight turned on over her, and there she saw it. The jazz band, all set up with their instruments and dressed in matching snazzy black-and-red suits and… devil horns? Yes, devil horns.
And at the front of it all… was none other than her beautiful boyfriend Aiden, all dressed up and holding a microphone.
Evie just about stopped in her tracks as she took in his outfit– a snug, ivory-colored flapper dress that had silver beads sewn into intricate patterns, and hung just barely above his knees. Along with that, he also wore a couple of matching long pearl necklaces, a fluffy white halo accessory over his head, and winged eyeliner.
“Wow…” Evie felt her breath catch. “Aiden, you look–”
Just then, Aiden signaled to the band… and they started to play.
Evie grinned broadly, her eyes immediately lighting up at the familiar upbeat jazzy tune, and watched intently as her boyfriend danced towards her, in steps that were careful and rhythmic, yet lively.
Then the tempo slowed, and he held the microphone to his mouth and began to sing.
“I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot… But you came along, and my heart went pop! You took a little streetcar to my heart… And an apple of love fell off my apple cart~”
Evie’s cheeks flustered at his melodious voice. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard him sing– he’s sung to her plenty of times, and they’d practically been doing Evie-Aiden duets since the day they met. But this… this was different. Aiden had never done a solo singing performance for her before, let alone one that involved a bit of dance as well.
“You looked at me, my heart began to pound… You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around… Hey, but it don't have to be eternally… My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me~”
And his singing voice was all the more different this time around too. Even later into their relationship, as Aiden had become more confident about his singing, there was always still a hint of nervousness in his voice when they sang their duets. But this time, he sang loud and clear. Like he was owning the stage.
Aiden performed a small twirl before stopping, his eyes meeting hers as he began slowly walking up to her, making her heart jump a little.
“You lured me in with your cold grey eyes… Your simple smile, your bewitching lies…”
As he sang that verse, he reached out and grabbed onto her bright purple tie, making Evie’s face heat up as he began tugging on it gently and pulling her closer to him.
“One and one and one is three… My bad, bad Angel… the Devil in me~!”
The tempo picked up again. Aiden let go of her tie and took her hand in his as he broke out into energetic dance movements while still singing the lyrics to the song, the skirt of his dress swishing about as he swayed gracefully to the instrumental music.
Evie squeezed his hand and matched his movements, her pulse racing now. All the while, the crowd watched with excitement. When they came face-to-face again, she was giving him an almost drunken smile.
Soon enough, Aiden broke from her hold and turned around, sashaying slightly as he started stepping away from her… before looking over his shoulder, catching her gaze once again.
“My bad, bad Angel~ you put the Devil in me~”
Aiden shook his butt side-to-side to the beat, giving Evie a knowing look that made her cheeks brighten. The music slowed, and he turned around to face her again.
“So, now my dear, I ain't the girl you knew… 'Cause the Angel's got Heaven, but I get you…”
He sauntered back up to her.
“And the tree of life grows tall, you see… My bad, bad Angel… you put the Devil in me~!”
The beat slowed to a more gentle, relaxed tune as Aiden placed his arm over Evie’s shoulder.
“Oh… You put the Devil in me~”
Aiden gestured towards Evie’s arm, and she placed her arms around him, taking hold of his waist as they began to rock together.
“You put the Devil in me…”
Gently and smoothly, Aiden broke out of her hold and took her hand again. Lifting her hand, he twirled himself under her arm, then placed himself backwards against her body– all without missing a beat.
As Aiden continued to sing, Evie wrapped both of her arms around his middle, embracing him from behind. Aiden pressed back against her and placed his free arm over hers, almost as if to hold her arms in place, as they began to sway side-to-side together again. Evie practically melted into him, his body warm against hers.
“You put the Devil in me…”
Then, the song picked up again.
“You put the Devil in… me~!”
He swiftly yet carefully broke from her hold again, and danced in a circle around her as he sang the last few verses of the song. She turned to follow him, their eyes locked onto each other yet again, as he gave her an almost sultry gaze.
“My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me!”
At the final note, the lights slowly faded back on. Aiden stood in front of the now cheering crowd and took a huge bow, grinning proudly.
Once he straightened back up, Evie finally let out a high pitched “EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”, bouncing up and down before leaping onto Aiden, sweeping him up into her arms, and spinning him around. Aiden gasped, dropping his microphone with a loud *thunk*– but then quickly held her face in his hand and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, prompting the crowd to cheer louder.
After a moment, Aiden broke the kiss. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Darling~”
Evie squeezed him tighter. “Aiden, that was…” She took a deep breath, a starstruck look in her eyes. “Your singing is amazing… I mean, I’ve heard you sing before, obviously, but…”
A slight but visible rosy tint grew on his cheeks.
“But I’ve never done a singing performance for you, I know. I figured it was about time I did.”
“And you were fucking amazing. I’ve never heard you sing like that before… like, you were already good, but I didn’t know you were this good…”
“I mean… practice makes perfect, after all…”
“That’s true…”
He planted a small kiss onto her lips, making her whole body warm up.
“And what made you choose that song from Doctor Who for your first performance? I mean, obviously I love the song–”
“That’s just it. I know how much you love the song, and the episodes it came from.” He chuckled softly. “And, I mean… I don’t blame you. It is a fantastic song.”
Evie’s smile grew wider. “God, Aiden… I fucking love you.”
“I love you too, Evie.”
They pulled each other in for one more kiss, holding each other tightly, before she set him down.
“And I love your outfit too… you look absolutely gorgeous, as always~”
Even as Aiden beamed at her so brightly, his cheeks turned as red as the other band members’ devil costumes, prompting Evie to giggle.
“Well… I have been having a lot of fun trying on new outfits…” he said, softly.
At that moment, Ajay and Cher popped up beside them.
“Hey… if Aiden likes singing, dancing, and dressing up in fancy outfits now… you think we could convince him to join the upcoming spring musical?” Ajay said. “His talent would just be unmatched…”
Evie and Aiden turned towards them.
“The next play’s gonna be a musical?” Evie said. “I’ve been wanting to act in a play, but, uh… I don’t think I’m ready for one that involves singing…”
Aiden raised an eyebrow at her. “But we’ve literally been doing duets ever since–”
“That’s different. I can sing alright when it’s more casual, but in a professional musical performance? I’m not that good.”
“You should still consider it!” Cher chirped. “If not an acting role, you can always still be an assistant director or a techie…”
“That sounds much more my speed.”
Cher turned to Aiden. “You should definitely consider trying out for a singing role, though!”
Aiden put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “It could be fun… I know Evie doesn’t want to sing in a musical, but imagine if we got lead roles together…”
“Oh, perhaps I could be convinced now…” Evie said, before smirking playfully. “But, let’s be real. Put Aiden in the musical, and he’ll probably just upstage all the other singers with how good he is. He’ll make everyone else look like chumps.”
“Hey!” Cher exclaimed, her face scrunching up into a pout. “Are you saying I sing like a chump?”
“What– no, I–” Evie’s face fell.
Cher dropped her pout and grinned again. “Kidding! You probably have a point… I do sing every now and then, but it could use a little more work. Especially since I’m planning to go for an acting role in the musical, of course.”
“Well, if we can’t get Aiden in a singing role for the musical, perhaps he can be a musical director and help coach the actors who are a little more inexperienced?” Ajay suggested.
“Actually… that’s a great idea!” Aiden said, his face lighting up. “I’d love to do that!”
Ajay beamed. “Oh, perfect! We’ll talk to Mr. Olson on Monday.”
“I’ll need some time to think about it… but I’ll let you know if I do decide to accept.”
“Sounds good to me!” Ajay reached his hand out, and he and Aiden shook hands. “Anyways, great job on your performance, Aiden! And happy birthday, Evie!”
“Yeah! Happy birthday, Evie!!!” cheered Cher.
“Aww, thank you both so much!”
Evie gave each of them a warm hug before they walked off. Aiden placed his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, and she turned back to him.
“Thank you so much, Aiden. For being the best boyfriend ever, and for giving me this awesome birthday.”
“It’s my pleasure~” Aiden hugged her tighter. “But… there’s still more, of course. Ready to enjoy the rest of your birthday party?”
“Oh yes!”
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A post I never thought I'd have to make
A few days ago there was a post made by instructor144 asking this "Need folks with better memory for details than my brain can manage to sound off here. Years back, we had a predator out there, claimed he was a "retired psychologist," fucked over some susceptible subs rather badly as I recall. Does anyone remember details, anyone fall victim to this guy, etc? Got a DM from a follower, looks like he's still out there doing his thing, but I'm fuzzy on the details after all this time."
At that time they were looking for a blog with the name of greywlf or a-greywlf, or iterations close to that. He's someone that has been around for years harassing, gaslighting, supposedly blackmailing etc. A really nasty person that claims to be a retired psychiatrist. He stops and restarts his blog with a slight twist on that name but the description and his posts are basically the same. He's really really bad news and should be a concern to everyone.
My problem now is that someone has "decided" that the picture of this person, positively identifies him as also being me and my blog. That person has spewed off that I AM a blackmailer etc and have been for years all based off a hunt for the other blog.
I AM NOT THIS PERSON NOR HAVE I EVER chased, harassed, blackmailed anyone. It's clear from his picture they posted what he looks like and it is a million percent not me. Someone just decided to tell people that I'm the same person and that I'm a predator.
I am all for warning people about predators, I even do it on my blog at times, but to have my name linked to it because I happen to have a beard and have the name doctor in my blog is insane to me.
I want to say thank you to the many friends that have reblogged the post and stated emphatically that it's not me. It means a lot.
For the record, I am a very happy Daddy Dom, who is not looking for anyone new and havent been looking for a long time. There are a few friends from Tumblr that are very close and have my personal phone number and see selfies from me a lot and they can attest that I'm not whoever this person is.
I've also met more some of my followers ,who became good friends, in person for lunch, to hang out, to talk, etc. I've even had impact sessions, play sessions etc with a few once we established all the needed boundaries, safety protocols, etc.
I have spent at least five years building this blog as a safe space to share my thoughts on this lifestyle and to share my stories.
I'm beyond disturbed and disappointed that my name has been attached to a vile person like that. I too remember different versions of greywlf over the years and know one follower in particular who had a bad run in with him back when she had a different blog name. She's changed the name of her blog since then and she's had the new name for several years, so I know he's been around a long time.
By all means get his blogs out there when you find them, but I am not this person, am not associated nor have I ever been.
I do not ask for people to send me dirty pictures, I don't send dirty pictures, I don't scroll my follower list and randomly message people hoping to "get my hooks in them".
It was even stated that I hated a certain blogger, instructor144, and blocked him years ago. That's definitely not the case, he and I have messaged on occasion and I have no hatred for that person nor have I ever blocked him "to keep him from finding me" etc etc etc.
This is honestly ridiculous that I'm even having to write this but I refuse to reblog that crazy post but will screenshot the post and some of my friends replies to tell the person that I'm not the person they're looking for, but those friends just get blocked by said person. It's sad and disappointing that one person can distort things to the point that the real predator is being lost in the shuffle.
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Random Naruto rewrite ideas bc tumblr is my journal now and im feeling creative but lazy.
{Inspired by the original premise of the story (or maybe it was just an in-show rumor, memory fuzzy)} Genderswap Naruto's parents, have Kurama actually be Naruto's dad, and give Kurama a human form. His mom is the Kazekage who at first kept having to fight Kurama until the fox spirit developed a scheme to seduce her into lowering her guard. It ended up back firing bc he actually fell in love with her, but, long-story short it doesn't end well for either of them.
When Kurama's chakra leaks out it's usually linked to rage and muddies Naruto's own emotions with Kurama's hatred for Konoha and humans in general.
Naruto uses his knack for transformation jutsus to "become someome else" so often that its practically a habit. He even tries to introduce himself to his team under a guise that quickly gets blown, amd is often caught entering a village in a different form or shifting when he gets in trouble.
Overtime Naruto learns to live as himself and exercise his right to live his own life in Konoha. He also learns to accept both the good and the bad about his origins, as he learns to do the same for others.
Also he grows out his hair over time. no way this wild child is gonna mind cutting his hair. So he ends up resembling Jiraya in that regard, like, Jiraya with a beard or somethin.
Sakura is a plain old normie, who's more down to earth. She still starts off a bratty know-it-all, but once she gets out of her social competition mindset, her virtues as an intelligent, adaptible, hard worker with a knack for genjutsu and medical ninjutsu start to shine. I actually like the idea that she occassionally goes off and does her own thing to accelerate her improvement without Sasuke or Naruto there to do all the heavy lifting, not only so that she's better help to her team but also so she stands a chance against more vicious ninja if she ends up on her own. Her fighting style is inspired by the Black Tiger Fist. She also takes after Kakashi in learning many different kinds of jutsu, even finding ways to pull off chakra-heavy jutsu by basically performing a lesser version. Her fireballs may not be as hot as Sarutobi's but she can still do them, and it comes in handy.
Shiore and her team are reoccuring characters, could be any role tbh. I just wanna see more of them. Maybe they end up "conveiniently" bumping into certain teams during missions or training. They exchange information through careful small talk to track the worldly news, influence eventsin their favor and watch their own backs, but they aren't necessarily friends or enemies.
Rock Lee is the main character, and wears black or dark green/blue clothes that resemble historical ninja attire. On top of being a taijutsu specialist he also is a history nerd who is very proud of Konoha.
Mix up their Adult heights ya? Like, some short folks and some tall folks. Built folks and lanky folks. Choji and Hinata should not be the only ones with a distinct body types.
Sasuke, as a kid actually wants nothing to do with ninjas, he's enrolled bc he's an orphan, and an Uchiha, but he's "scheming" to somehow get out of it, and in the meantime makes sure he's really good at his job so that he can rank up faster and have more say in where he goes/what he does.
Has PTSD.
Kakashi, unintentionally ends up being like an older brother or father figure to Sasuke, they have a falling out at some point bc Kakashi is also an actual mess, but they reconcile eventually and help eachother get through the bullshit of the ninja world.
The Sharingan is a lot more limitied, like, it just tracks faster movements and effects people's perception of reality (genjutsu). That's it.
Hinata and Neji wear kimonos at first, like the rest of their clan, then wear more deviating clothing later (or maybe Neji keeps wearing the kimono)
The Byakugan is like rolling a 10 on perception. They're the eyes of Konoha, and on top of seeing physical weak spots and points to exploit, the Hyuuga also tend to attack their opponents psychologically. Some even think they're telepaths. In general, its very difficult to hit a Hyuuga, genjutsu a Hyuuga, and stay indifferent to a hyuuga when they try to get in your head. It makes them hard to trust even when they're nice. so their members are easily socially isolated from the rest of Konoha.
Neji was actually planted on Tenten's team to gather info on the Senju Clan. (I love the Tenten is Senju theory) but he ends up learning more about them from Lee.
Hinata has black hair.
Kiba's and Akamaru are inspired by the Shiba Inu dog breed. Members of their Clan don't normally become ninjas, they're more or less just doing their own thing , but Kiba's calm and reserved personality and skills made him ideal for spying/tracking, so some Konoha officials pull some strings to get him on a reconnaissance team. He's still very dog like, but he's a silent deadly dog and ends up adopting his team as his packmates- very protective of them.
Akamaru is a normal sized dog... with a shiba inu based design.
The sand siblings start out as evil bullies and end up as friendly bullies, but they keep their rough edges well into adulthood bc why wouldn't they?
After Gaara gets beat up by Naruto, at first he's pissed. But then, as he's processing the encounter he ends up misinterpreting it as "use other people for your own gain" its only after some life happens and mayne a few more bumps into Naruto that he actually understands that the point is wanting to protect people you love.
He also ends up becoming more expressive since he develops an interest in actually interacting with people beyond killing people and following orders. Gaara still comes off as an asshole but that's just his Suna accent (yes I headcannon that Suna are generally a bunch of disconnected assholes- like, Kankuro was about to beat up a toddler for fun just for bumping into him. And he's the Kazekage's son lol.)
There would be more elaboration on Suna's rag-tag nature and instability. They may even go through a political recession/collapse after the failed attack of Konoha- especially if other enemies-- the ones that put pressure on them, see it as an opportunity to scamble them like eggs.
Um... *twaddle's fingers*.
Juugo's power isn't a Clan thing, but an anomoly. Like a mutation or some sort, probably caused by some spirit or jutsu gone wrong. Like a tragic wish story or somthin.
UUmm.
Itachi's deal is that he left Konoha after processing the fact that he was so indoctinated as an Anbu that he actually killed his own family just to stop a suspected uprising. So he goes "eyo fuck this" and leaves Konoha with a deep hatred for his home village.
The Akatsuki are just a gang of rougue cimminals who agree not to bother eachother or rat eachother out, most end up teaming up for common interests and its usually an ironic pair. Itachi didn't want to join at first, but his fish pal happens to be part of the group and when confronted by them he ends up accepting the ring begrudgingly.
UM...
Occasionally senseis exchange footnotes or team up/temporarily swap out, to allow certain members to bemefit from a sensei that specializes in their stregnth. Like Kurenai being a good genjutsu teacher for Sakura, or Asuma being a good kaijutsu teacher for Tenten, Might Gai could help Sakura with her taijutsu. it would also contribute to the theme of interconnectedness. This wouldn't even be a formal process, just something the senseis figure to do on their own bc its good for their students.
Also Senseis' night out.
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the KG masterpost, again,
hey guys who wants to read 50 paragraphs about my oc ok great here we go
the original version of this was very.. me cutting out a lot of What The Characters Actually Were Like to try and give an overview of out-of-character origins? which is fun but also does not actually tell you anything at all about them. SO IT'S TIME FOR THAT NOW
Katie G.:
aka: KG, Prime
pronouns: she/he/they
a cheerful and intentionally wacky person, KG has the permanent vibes of being "up to something". never anything malevolent (or at least not on purpose), but their friends are never really sure when they'll kick down their doors with an idea in mind. she's adaptable to just about every situation, treats everything like a fun game, and while she's able to take things seriously she never really sees a need to most of the time. he's just here to have fun! sure, chaos follows in his wake, but as long as everyone's having a good time it's fine, right?
in a setting where worldhopping was a normal thing, it became clear that something was up with Katie. originally her tendency to pop up regardless of universe was written off as her tagging along, but the difference between each version in appearance and backstory led to the idea that they had a lot of counterparts. except then one of the alternate KGs would reference something another version of herself did, or have knowledge that didn't make sense for her to know, and things stopped adding up.
KG is a case of isekai gone sideways. somehow they broke the multiverse and are existing in several universes at once-- each iteration shares awareness and memory unless stated otherwise, although it's all filtered through the pile of noise that is "existing as 17+ people simultaneously". as a result, KG mixes up names, dates, and universes, and has trouble keeping her story straight. it's not exactly something they can explain easily, so he does his best to handwave it or dodge the topic entirely if people start catching on. as an upside, she's basically immortal due to her status as a multiversal anomaly, but on the downside nobody's really sure what the long-lasting events of breaking the multiverse are.
how this works in practice is that KG has Really Weird Vibes, is permanently leaning on the fourth wall, and either goes Full Protagonist or relegates themself to comic relief to stay out of the spotlight. as a side-effect of The Incident, the "original" KG is firmly stuck outside of canon because of breaking everything she touches, but that doesn't stop her from causing a mess (to the annoyance of T1, her best friend and partner-in-crime) :D
under the cut: more of this guy! specifically the ~16ish other This Guys. i will make tumblr regret letting me add more than 10 photos per post and also not having a character limit
Landia:
aka: Kaylandia, Lan
pronouns: they/he/she
kinda the basis for their own subset of AUs because you would not believe how many minecraft aus we keep getting involved in. occasionally younger (or older?) sibling of Leonaut and/or Leontids, resident self-proclaimed memelord, here to have a good time not a long one, etc.
despite their immaturity, Landia's been around a pretty long time. ..sort of. he predates the existence of dogs, but didn't really start being a Thing again until around 1.15 and his memory of The Before Times is very fuzzy. still, in a fandom where players from near the start are considered old gods, applying that to this doofus is really funny.
has a couple spinoffs including Dashtwo (time traveler that's more likely to mess things up than actually fix them, got adopted by the resident polycule) and...
Outlaw:
aka: Landia, Lan
pronouns: they/he
(minecraft skin is a bit out of date, outfit in artwork is accurate)
branches off of Landia, but is separate enough at this point to get a fully distinct entry because [looks at notes] i love him. hailing from the far future, Lan used to be an infobroker for the ConVex thanks to their multiversal knowledge. then things went south when the ConVex found out he knew too much about them. on the run and in a panic, they tried to get off-planet as fast as possible, got knocked out, and woke up in the cargo hold of a spaceship belonging to a fleet of outlaws. somehow they managed to endear themself enough to the captain to not get kicked out immediately, and now he's a pilot for one of the ships in the fleet!
somehow none of that is the most notable thing about him. what is the most notable thing about him is that after getting a neural implant to better interface with technology, he immediately got infected with sapient malware. and also that sapient malware is also the AI of the ship he woke up on, which itself is a fork of a brain scan of a wanted criminal that attained digital immortality. the Broker AI is actually rather harmless; they mostly sit in the backseat and try to keep Lan from getting themself killed.
he's somehow even more overenthusiastic and overeager than your baseline KG. he's living like full-throttle, usually traumatizing himself in the process, and his plucky attitude is a bit out of place in life-threatening gunfights and dogfights. he knows the rest of 77-2 has his back, though.
Twone:
pronouns: they/he/she (alternating/scrambled)
cringefail pokemon trainer
hailing from Goldenrod City in Johto and then also Jubilife City in Sinnoh due to Reasons, Twone has a tendency to get in over their head. he mainly trains electric and fire types (with her starter being Eclipse the Luxray), and proudly calls themself a gym leader despite not having a gym. or any badges to give out. but she has plenty of enthusiasm and that's almost the same thing
through a series of Currently Undefined Events, Twone ended up joining up with Team Rocket and assisted in the radio tower takeover before getting sorely beaten by our other Pokemon OC Robyn. embarrassed and reconsidering her life choices, they bailed out while they still could and settled down in Sinnoh... and also stole a bunch of Rocket stuff on their way out.
currently known for: disappearing into the jungle for 3 days with a friend and returning with 3 Mews and a Mewtwo, alchemizing a bicycle, agreeing to get murdered by one of his best friends on the condition that they reference The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, getting exploded by voltorbs
technically newest addition to the roster, but he's been around a while? there was just. no art of him and the comic he was planned to show up in self-destructed before he could. but now he's back! and also is now the missing link between KG and Landia because of pixelmon.
KG the Foxcat:
aka: Foxcat
pronouns: she/they
Foxcat answers the long-awaited question of "what if KG was a furry?". happily sitting in the same zone of non-canonicity as Prime, Foxcat's job is to annoy the heck out of T1, reminisce about old fanfic, and make sprite comics of herself and her friends. they are very much not part of CV but that doesn't stop them from having a noncanon friendship with CVTails that mostly involves bullying him and locking him in the same room as T1 for comedy purposes.
Foxcat is currently the only non-hedgehog example of an Outsider, which is a thing from our old Sonic continuity Shattered Worlds that basically translates to "worldhopper with weird powers". i guess if Shadowy is Mephiles and Chrome is Silver, then Foxcat is Tails? which makes her hobby of collecting AU Tailses make more sense i guess. she thinks they're neat.
would eat a Chaos Emerald for fun.
Ellis:
pronouns: she/he
didn't make the cut in the original masterpost, but then i noticed some wording in one of the MSPaint doodles of her and connected some dots so she's here now!
Ellis is the closest to pre-incident Prime in backstory and vibe, with the major divergence point being "suddenly there was an alien invasion". despite the rampant devastation, he banded together with her friends and was able to uncover the truth behind the invasion, stop it at the source, and hopped worlds a few times until settling down in somewhere close to home.
and then suddenly there was a zombie invasion.
Ellis is not a lucky person.
as far as out-of-universe timeline goes, Ellis is maybe the first instance of a KG? as in i think she was my first self-insert character, and the other KL era ones (kh!Katie, Plus, Self) were variations on her. between that and the worldhopping, Ellis is probably whatever part of Prime successfully got isekai'd instead of getting dumped in the noncanon void. where is he now? i dunno! he might've exploded. either that or she's a cryptid.
nicknamed "Ellis" because of that one time the friendgroup got really into Left 4 Dead. this may be related to the zombie invasion thing.
Katie & Teixak:
aka: Heart (Katie), Tei (teixak)
pronouns: she/her (both)
them. hoo boy, these two. Heart regularly hung out with the OCs from the KL era and was mostly slapstick, up until Sora's appearance and the involvement of the remnants of Organization XIII ended up being a herald of a Heartless invasion. side-by-side with her friend, Heart fought off as many as she could, but the two of them got overwhelmed along with the rest of her world and became Nobodies.
picking up where Katie left off, Teixak got recruited into the New Organization led by Rasemtix with the goal of "okay but what if we Did actually get everybody's hearts back". mostly she got left to her own devices, though, which included taking the mission objective of "study the canon KH characters to get an upper hand" and turning it into "hey Leixand what if we just locked everybody in a mansion for a few months and played truth or dare" until Rasemtix found out and yelled at her.
eventually Rasemtix's plan went off without a hitch because Dream Drop Distance hadn't come out yet, Teixak became Katie again except for the final chapter of YAToD where they both existed at the same time???, and then a decade later i found all my old fanfic about them and realized i should probably rewrite the KG masterpost
Kay Gee:
aka: Kay
pronouns: they/them
older sibling of local overworked CCC field agent Leo Naught, Kay is a troublemaker through and through. somehow they've ended up with the same Retry power as Henry, although they haven't quite ascended to the rank of master thief or high-ranking Toppat or special ops agent or whatever. mostly they just goof off and cause a little bit of chaos here and there, which leads to them being on the run from the CCC most of the time.
thanks to basically being immortal from both "being a KG" and their Retry power, as well as outright being able to rewind time and take a different path at any time, Kay doesn't take stuff too seriously and needs to be reminded now and then that their actions do in fact have consequences. whoops!
they are in SO much trouble.
comes bundled with their Stickmolus counterpart, a!Kay (or Akay). they're the exact same, it's just this one has inbuilt psychic powers on top of Retry and also is a fuzzy alien.
Zephyr:
aka: Zeff
pronouns: she/her
a novice Dream Traveler, Zephyr is along for the ride more than anything else. she's very naive and prone to messing things up, but puts her all into fixing any problems she causes and tries to leave each world a better place than when she showed up. it doesn't always work.
she crosses paths with Klonoa now and then, and they have a kinda-sibling-ish dynamic? she's also friends with the reincarnated King of Sorrow because Reasons. (she calls them "Koss".)
i don't remember why she has four ears. i don't think it was ever explained. when she was younger / first starting out she hid them under her bandana but then she got self confidence about it. she also either has her own Wind Ring or borrows Klonoa's, i don't remember which - i think originally she borrowed Klonoa's, but then got her own later on?
stop everything. klonoa, get the banana
kaoticGenome:
aka: Katie A., kG
pronouns: she/her
(image on right is Very old)
remember when homestuck? yeah. part of a 4-player (later 6-player) fan session from 2011ish, and while she wasn't quite the voice of reason she was definitely the voice of "WHAT THE FUCK?". originally her actual initials were KG and not just her chumhandle, but after finding out about her session's ectobiology she decided to break the mold and took her ecto-dad's last name.
her ecto-dad is also a First Guardian, a late-arrival session member, and the son of Ninten from Earthbound. i didn't process the implications of that last part until 10 years later.
originally she was the Scribe of Dawn in the Land of Ruins and Twilight, but she'd probably be a Heir of Heart now when using the canon classpects because [gestures at this entire masterpost]. her weapon of choice was bladekind i think, and eventually she ended up with a kusarigama But With A Sword and somehow didn't kill herself with it.
was like the only KL-era KG that wasn’t interchangeable with the others but HAHA NOT FOR LONG! although i think her reaction to being a crucial part of KGverse would be to turn around and leave. see you space weeb, have fun playing okami
Karami:
aka: karelessGuitarist, kG (the other one)
pronouns: she/her
the troll version of Katie A., sort of! ish! they're both KGs and are a rare instance of there being more than one KG in the same setting, but they're still kinda from different universes so eh. i don't think they ever met.
in the previous version of the masterpost i described her as "the sequel to Nepeta" and that's still accurate. i don't have much documentation on her but i think her deal was that she would just beat the absolute shit out of people that were mean to her matesprit online. imagine you're blogging and a catgirl crawls through your window to punch you in the face
she didn't get much use but did cameo in a MSPFA as a cute kitty alien! (she's the one on the far left :D)
Plus & Minus:
aka: Katie R., the Ride System
pronouns: she/her (both), they/them (plural)
a resident of Echo Ridge and rather withdrawn, Katie R. struggled with identity and finding a place to belong. despite making friends and having the whole world open up in front of her, finding out about the extended multiverse only made her struggle harder to find somewhere to fit in, and this rising stress (along with the chaos of being one of the first KGs) caused her to buckle under the pressure.
this got the attention of the FM-ian Gemini. now with the ability to wavechange into Gemini Spark, the two Katies scuffled over choosing to be heroes or be villains. Plus wanted to use her new powers to fight evil and help her friends, while Minus was teenage angst and trauma personified and would sabotage Plus at every turn. this led to Gemini Spark being more of a hindrance than anything else, especially once the Andromeda Key came into play.
these two are terrible plural rep. but they also ended up being a stepping stone to figuring out my plurality! so they have one (1) rights.
two of them thursday
Adagio:
aka: Katie Adagio
pronouns: she/her
originally a percy jackson OC, now is... i don't know??? generic urban fantasy? in the PJatO incarnation she was a daughter of Apollo and got cursed to be a cat after royally screwing up a quest (it never fully wore off). on the plus side, she now has catlike reflexes on top of her demigod powers of incredible aim!
also she a cane (not pictured) because apparently she got mauled by a hellhound and has a permanent limp as a result and i did not remember this until looking up the deviantart posts Just Now? what the heck. she also has a mechanical wolf as a companion, which you'd think would set off the hellhound-induced dog phobia that's mentioned several times in her old bio but.. eh...?
her non-fandom incarnation, on the other hand, got caught in a gateway between the human and magical worlds which gave her a) truesight b) cool glowy magical tattoos and c) being a catgirl. the "being a catgirl" is a constant.
might've graduated from being a KG but i like including her anyway because her design's fun and it's not like i ever wrote the urban fantasy story she was gonna be the protag of
Self:
aka: SI
pronouns: she/her
second instance of a KG after Ellis, and out-of-character she's one of the reasons why the "multiversal anomaly" thing started in the first place because she was interchangeable with Heart, Plus, and Ellis. she just straight up doesn't bother making a distinction between herself and her "other selves", and everybody around her just kinda has to deal with it. it helps that she's from the KL era so worldhopping and AUs were just kinda a thing that happened all the time.
she kinda ended up being part of a trio with two other characters that would show up in other timelines, although Self's universe was the main one where all three of them were together i think.
her Personas are Nekomata and Byakko and i honestly don't remember anything else about her compared to the other KGs from her era because of the whole "being interchangeable" thing.
ok that's everybody. bye
#leo chirps#ica.txt#leos ocs#oc: KG#ITS DONE HOLY CRAP#hi here is everything you need to know about the KGs and Way More Than That#i cant believe i originally left out ellis. mostly bc ellis got folded into prime for a bit there#but it makes more sense for them to be separate instances bc of prime's gimmick of Being Canonically Noncanon#uhhh remember to like and subscribe [blows up]
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Hi, this is dream anon 🌸
(sorry, this is pretty long and english is not my native language, so I might've made some mistakes)
So basically the whole dream was just a mixup of my memories about my bad experiences in lesbian bars, so a little background on that which will be relevant later: I usually go with my two other friends, and they dress like 90% of lesbians in these bars (jeans + plaid shirt + sneakers) and I wear dresses or skirts and makeup, which unfortunately makes me look like I'm a straight friend on a field trip and I get some weird looks. Usually it upsets me, because I do feel my most femme self when I express my femininity. And I guess my brain decided to rewrite one of my experiences and chose you to fix it. 😂
So here I am with my friends, in a long hot pink dress, not feeling super confident since I'm the only one in a dress (exactly how it was in reality), and you were there next to us with your friends and we just started talking.
And if in reality I got asked if I even liked girls (since hot pink dress in a lesbian bar with my tits out screams straight apparently, sorry, I'm still bitter), in a dream you actually recognised me for who I am and was interested in talking to me because I was a femme, because I was in this goddamn dress that I was stressing about.
And I was like a butch!!!! Recognised me as a femme!!! A butch!!!! Excited to talk to me because I'm a femme!!!
You know that look between two people, like "I know you" look? Of understanding and appreciation? I can't even explain this feeling, but when a butch and a femme meet, it feels like you're home? Like they speak your language and you speak theirs? Feels like you fit together.
And then it got a little romantic because you were very chivalrous and I felt fuzzy and safe and giddy, and so seen.
And then, because it's a dream, my friend's ex showed up, my other friend fought her physically (she deserved it), everyone was kicked out and turned out you were working there and you lost your job because of that fight.
But I woke up feeling like, yeah, there are people who will see me for who I am, who will like me because I'm a femme, and I don't need to change myself or tone down my looks so I'd be more palatable or more gay passing (is it even a thing?). And I also remembered all good experiences when I did meet some butches who I swear to god looked bewitched, and it made me feel even better. ☺️
(The other noticeably weird things that made me cackle when I woke up: you spoke my native language and I was like, bulldog-butch actually lives in my city on the other end of the world??? And the other one was that I told you I'll text you on tumblr - which I guess I did, but how fucking hilarious is it to tell someone you spent an evening with that you'll text them on tumblr? I'm still laughing about it)
i love this dream omg. i’m glad i could make you feel seen and safe even if it was just dream me. it makes me feel like what i’m doing on here really establishes who i am irl
edit: also your english is literally impeccable omg would never have known you weren’t a native speaker
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Hello!
Hello people! I’m Abyssal Eel! I’m a new person on Tumblr and a fellow young artist! I will post some of my artwork here for content that some may enjoy! Here are some things about me
Name: Abyssal Eel (Eel or Abyss)
Gender: Non-binary
Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Pan
Fandoms I’m into:
Creepypasta (I love the backstories!)
Welcome home (Newest one)
Cookie Run (The game itself is amazing!)
MFN (My Friendly Neighborhood)
DHMIS (Don’t hug me im scared)
Amphibia (I’m sad it ended ;n;)
The Owl House (I’m also sad it ended too😭)
Saw (I can’t wait for Saw X!!)
Eddsworld (RIP Edd Gould still 🕊️hardly pay attention to it but I still like it)
The Walten Files (I really love analog horror and the series is fantastic!)
Mandela Catalogue (Also a big fan of this series!)
Steven Universe (Yellow Diamond and Garnet are my two faves :3 but I like all of the characters)
FNAF (I am so pumped up for the FNAF movie!! 🐻🐰🐤🦊)
(Will add more if I can remember them since my memory is bad ;n;)
What I draw:
Ocs
Fanart of characters
(Please don’t ask me to draw anything weird. I’m a minor -n-)
What I like:
Drawing
Music (Mostly Melanie Martinez)
Making Comics
Math (Surprising good)
Rollerblading (It’s fun!)
Flowers (Roses are my favorite)
Relaxing views (I love seeing an ocean view at a hotel :3)
Drama (I like listening to Drama, not being a part of it)
Halloween (Love the spooky season!)
Christmas (It gives me fuzzies when I see the beautiful decorations)
Analog Horror/ Horror Movies (I’m a horror fan!)
Spaghetti (Its a favorite food of mine!)
What I don’t like:
Arguing (It hurts my ears and kills the mood)
Weirdos (Any type is disgusting to me. I hate them 😒)
Bots/Scammers (They are so freaking annoying)
Homophobic/Transphobic people (I only hate those type of people that won’t keep their freaking mouths shut. No one needs to hear their mean opinions)
Movie/Show spoilers/leaks (I don’t want to be spoiled on something I’ve been waiting to see! I hate people leaking an entire movie scene/ whole episode! It gets on my nerves and drives me insane! I wanna be surprised! And now that surprise is ruined)
Bullies (If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all -_-)
Toxic communities/people (We just can’t have nice things with these type!)
That’s it about me! Might add more! Have a great day everyone ❤️
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Pervy questions!
10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?
26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?
41: When was the first time you masturbated:
53: Do you watch porn?
79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?
10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?
Depends on your definition of caught! I have been walked in on while playing with myself, but not when someone realized I was doing it. I was hidden and able to keep it discrete and stuff. This has happened a few times though.
26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?
IDK for this one, my sense of horny has changed so much since hrt that I might still have to figure it out I guess. So far though, a lot of stuff that affirms my femininity has done wonders. I originally found out just how trans I was because someone used some cute petnames for me and I melted <3.
41: When was the first time you masturbated:
Hmmm I'm not actually sure about this one, and not in a fun way. I have been masturbating since I was *very* little. I think I was about six-eight when I started but its hard for me to pin exactly when. My childhood memory is very fuzzy.
53: Do you watch porn?
Absolutely! Although I haven't been as much since I got on Tumblr. I'd rather chat with the cute little gay people in my phone when I'm horny 🥰🥰
79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?
Yes. Lots of them. Off the top of my head though I'm having trouble coming up with examples lol.
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Thoughts I'm self-conscious about
Hollow Knight makes me think about gender a lot
--and this isn't really about Hollow Knight but y'know it's my obsession, so, talking about things through this lens XD
Gender is in the game a lot so just. Yeah. I dunno. Keeps coming to my mind. Or me trying to write characters/make ocs, and having to decide on how they feel about gender/pronouns....
And. I keep enjoying looking at things about gender. Via the game I guess. I dunno. Like all the things with the vessels or other characters. People often creating nice hk things concerning gender. Like there was a whole hk gender zine.
Sometimes that just happens with identities that don't have to do with you. Sometimes, I love seeing things with people loving themselves. Such things are beautiful. I wish everyone had room in the world to love themselves, and we can celebrate with each other our various categories/identities
I dunno, it's just. A lot more than I expected with hk. Not like I haven't enjoyed things with nb characters before. And many of my friends/family are nb
Anyway, I made a post with this stuff before. It's still been on my mind. Since it's a weird feeling to me to think on gender so much. The kind of thing that you would expect others would say it would mean something about yourself
I dunno
But what I was thinking today was about something I found. I think. 9 years ago.
I've struggled with mental health stuff for a long time and it messes up everything about my sense of self. Often just feeling like much of me is lost, hidden, inaccessible. Hard to even feel like I exist as a person sometimes
I found once people talking on tumblr about gender being influenced by mental illness. Like various identities for this
I mentioned it to my friend/roommate. Though she immediately shot it down. Saying I was too feminine
I wasn't trying to say it was me, this identity
but
I don't know
in some way
maybe I was a little bit
...
Also was annoyed at the feminine part. Since such things are so arbitrary. Even if there are several things about me that could fall under feminine
Anyway, I guess I didn't think too much further on it. Not sure how much was due to this interaction. But also I've found that sometimes thinking about gender too much is difficult
When your identity is in shambles and it feels easy to feel confused or ungrounded. And a lot of my memories are messed up and it feels like nothing about myself is based off of trustworthy information. For things I've forgotten, or maybe I remember them but they feel so alien to me it's like secondhand information and feels untrustworthy. I dunno I just at some point tried to stop dwelling on it and ignoring those feelings. It was horrible at first. But after years and years and years I couldn't stay shocked forever, couldn't keep up a distressed feeling forever, and it just falls to numbness. It's not good. It's not like it went away. But I learned to.....not even function, but. Sure. "Function". And some of that is coping strategies to try to avoid feeling ungrounded and confused
So even if many things in my memory are fuzzy or I can only remember them sometimes or they feel weird and untrustworthy I just try to take them as true anyway. Like building a fake identity on top of nothingness. Because I have to have something. It's too agonizing to have nothing. Too disorienting
Gender is just one of those things. Like some kind of lode-bearing pillar of fake identity I need to not destabilize everything and feel disoriented and confused
Thinking about gender too long in a personal capacity tends to destabilize things. I start to feel really uncomfortable and possibly distressed, that my mind's going to fall apart. It does fall apart somewhat if I think on it long enough
But yeah I keep thinking about gender when it comes to hk. And I've felt bad some days. Thankfully most of the time not
Just makes me wonder again and again why I want to look at so many things as if they make me personally happy. People being excited about all the nb characters
I dunno maybe it's all of these beings of void, assumed to be empty. Maybe that resonates with me on multiple levels
And Collector out there being a weirdo, which I already know I write to let out feelings about my own mental illness
Still feel weird writing all this out
Weird, fake, bad, thinking too much about things that aren't for me
And I remain a person very weak to shame
I dunno. Just trying to look things up again today. The term I still remember since I head about it in 2014, cloudgender
Which I guess most things coming up for it in tags now is gender relating to clouds which is. Not what I'm looking for
But a little bit about it being related to dp/dr, which is a narrower definition than I remembered. Mm
I dunno I feel like it used to be easier to search for lgbt+ stuff on tumblr and get real content other than vague multi-identity positivity posts and flags, as if that's all you need to know. Just a bit frustrated hoping to find the kinds of things that people actually say about it. Real discussions. I can only assume there's too much algorithm or something out there now. Either that or people stopped having extended conversations on tumblr I dunno
Or maybe since I was previously a sorta. Ace/sj blogger. As was easy to just become on tumblr. Glad to not be anymore, but I saw a lot of great discussion and sometimes I miss the feeling of community. Probably put me in position to see a lot of things about other identities
I dunno. Looking for neurogender is sadly not giving much better results
But anyway
I don't really know what I'm saying with all this except to
to
feel held back by shame in even saying that maybe there's something meaningful to be found in looking up more
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@nocciolinafelice and @writerofblocks it’s been about four years since I was last on Tumblr and got to talk to you guys due to all of the stuff that was going on in my life that made getting online and keeping in touch with people really difficult for me, but you know who I still think of all the time because they still make me happy? Dahlia and Lulu and Bridget. And Sunny and Christopher. and Mason and Alphonse. And all our other ships and story lines we had together. Every time I thought about them I would smile really big and it would fill my heart with big warm fuzzies.
I missed you guys. I’m sorry I wasn’t around for so long and didn’t exactly give you any warning. I may not be the best when it comes to keeping up with everyone i care about and staying in touch with them, but the thought of you two always brings a smile to my face. You guys are and have always been amazing. Thank you for everything, for all the fun we had and for being such amazing friends that have given me so many amazing memories to cherish.
I hope now that I’m doing better we can find time to make more.
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Creators we gotta do somethin
I mean we are trying but this is just sort of a vent post of my overall views as an artist/creative person growing frustrated of how the big popular art sites are literally just going down the drain due to the malicious AI train or just really unclear or super clear problematic content being allowed. I “closed” my furaffinity account but have a active profile in case FA changes its mind. I’m not a furry, the community has been nothing but generous and an amazing source for work and supportive income over the years that I can only praise and give my thumbs up on for where to look for work when times are tough. However the site itself has undergone a recent rule change/clarification that’s seriously so damn hypocritical that they are pretty much on that tipping point of just saying “ANYTHING GOES DRAW WHATEVER!”
SIGH.
I’m just still lingering on twitter for the most part. I’m considering tumblr, but it’s not really all that...reliable of an art site.
@/inkblot-app I do have a profile set up on inkblot.art as it’s still new and competing to be the next big art site. I like their rules and faqs and worth to check it out and at least put a presence in there while we are all in this waiting and seeing on where to move next. The thing is sites don’t just magically become popular alone so people need to literally start moving and going to it to make it more active and give it the traffic it needs to be the next platform. I have seen inkblot being more active on my twitter feed than others so I say they are worth it.
If there’s other sites comment and I’ll consider. I’ve heard of a couple (mastodon i think was one of them, but i haven’t heard much) in the past but my memory is fuzzy on which. I’m mainly looking for at least maybe up to 2-3 max going forward to be active professionally with other recreational funsies sites that I follow some stuff or indulge in like tik tok or here for example.
#ashascadence#ashacadence#artists we need to pick a spot#like a huge movement too#and not just finding a new place but just making rules super clear and detailed#no i don't want to debate about shit#i have morals and have clear opinions after hearing all sides#fa is hypocritical about what's allowable yet seeing pregnant 14 years is allowable#fa has always been a dumpster fire but it's getting worse to the point that it'll be another problematic site for anticensorship
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Hiro Granger / Hitoshi Kinomiya review
@rubies-and-amethyst
I decided this needs it’s own post. Hitoshi Kinomiya is such a strange topic of conversation for me, because until seeing other people’s opinions on tumblr, I never saw him as that bad of a guy. That said, I also hadn’t rewatched it as an adult before that, and now that I have, I certainly see why people hate him. He does awful things for the sake of strengthening his brother. He abuses and manipulates people. Let’s not forget all the times he punched Takao to the floor that were cut out of the dub. He said something to Kai, at least in the dub, that I took as the Beyblade equivalent of telling the poor troubled kid to go kill himself. He used Brooklyn, who was already mentally ill and very damaged and underloved, as a tool to give his little brother some competition and teach him to be stronger, while also going along with that creepy lecherous child abuser Volkov’s scheme of world domination. He betrayed Takao by joining Volkov despite probably knowing his past crimes of imprisoning child soldiers and whatnot and led his brother to believe that he had genuinely joined up with the creep.
Now, I don’t know if I really comprehended much of it as a child. But I read the manga alongside watching the show, and I didn’t view them as separate entities. So because of that, I saw a balance that made Hitoshi not look like such a bad guy. I also focused a lot on positives. I was an optimist as a tween. Also rewatched some episodes multiple times (had them recorded on VHS tape) while I only watched others once, or maybe not at all back then. So what I saw most of Hitoshi were the scenes where he teaches Takao to beyblade and tells him to concentrate. Still, when someone says “concentrate” in a certain tone, I think back on that scene warmly. Another scene I saw a lot was the dramatic reunion of Takao and Hitoshi when Jin takes off his mask, and that scene is so beautiful, and you can see what kind of bond the brothers had before all of this. I also loved the concept of people switching sides and being double-crossers, or triple-crossers. We go into G Rev believing Hitoshi is a villain. Then he turns out to be a good guy. Then he betrays Takao. Then it turns out he was trying to help him all along. Who does this remind me of? Kai. And Kai is the deepest, most beautifully complex and realistic character in the show. I love the mystery of someone putting on a mask and joining the other team for personal reasons.
Back to the manga, we see how Hitoshi acts as a replacement father figure when their dad is away (which is always) and he actually gives the kids the much needed adult supervision and direction that they don’t get in the anime. I love the scene where he drives them through China in a Jeep (Ah, Saiyuki vibes) and takes them to a Chinese restaurant (which Takao loves) and shows them ruins and teaches them about the sacred beasts. He’s so knowledgeable, and it’s great to get some insight into what he’s been doing while away from home. The way Hitoshi interacts with the characters in the manga… it feels like he has some connection with them. He pretty much recruited Rei, if I remember correctly. My memory is a little fuzzy on all of this. I apologize. But I’m trying to write this based on my overall feeling of Hitoshi in the series’ entirety. Anyway, he would have one-on-one conversations with Rei that encourage him to want to battle Takao and join the team. (Why I’m using the Japanese names here, I do not know).
Anyway, I think my conclusion is that yes, Hitoshi is bad. But he also tries to encourage the team and get them to grow stronger. The whole time, he’s trying to be a coach, a teacher. He’s a friend and a father figure in the manga, which we don’t see in the anime. In the manga, he’s someone the team members can confide in. In both versions, he’s mysterious, strict, and even aggressive. We just get to see a bit more of him being a good brother in the manga, but I still see it there in the anime, maybe because I can’t separate the two versions, or because I watched the flashbacks too many times. But I still see him as a well-rounded character with ups and downs, good and bad points.
Maybe it’s my personal preference and experiences making me view him differently. But my brother was never there for me. He was never strong like Hitoshi, and he never encouraged me to get stronger and continue following my passions. Also, I always loved strict teachers! Maybe I’m weird, but I loved school, and I loved when teachers had set rules to follow that made it easier for me to understand what had to be done.
Lastly, Hitoshi is really hot, and I think that him being morally grey adds to that beautifully. As long as he’s not real, a backstabbing, manipulative abuser in a mask (or those red Bega sunglasses) is downright sexy. And his toxic traits just make me like him more, in conjunction with the positive ones from the flashback and manga. Oh, and as someone who loves Sanzo from Saiyuki, he’s kind of similar in the way that he intimidates people in an effort to give them thicker skin. Sorry if this rant is disorganized! I wrote it on a whim of pure passion.
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@incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes I cannot seem to find your ask anymore, tumblr ate it. But here is #5 - Maroon by Taylor Swift.
Thank you for requesting! Get ready for more Taylor Swift for number 13! I’ve linked my playlist here if anyone else wants to request or join (feel free to send a random number too). Sorry, this got way away from me - I had no business making it this sad and this long I’m sorry. Also, sorry Rachel’s part is so short, but I think she’d just be the one who’s been allowed to become the most at peace for some reason.
Warnings: this story contains spoilers for the original Gallagher Girls series and the names/characters of two kiddos in The Listen Series | mentions of grief/death/loss, imagery of blood/injury described, mentions of drinking, swearing
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Summary: On the day that would have been Matthew Morgan’s 50th birthday, his three favorite girls deal with their grief differently as time has allowed them to (I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry) | multiple POVs / takes place after United We Spy
“It Was Maroon” a “The One With Nebraska, Ace, Bombshell, & Wise Guy” story
Time is a funny thing. No matter how much of it continues to pass, it can somehow hold onto a moment and make it frozen. It makes a memory beautiful, yet leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth as you think of the past. Tinged with fondness and a sentimentality that brings a warm fuzzy feeling to your chest and a smile to your lips. It's able to dress it up, decorate it in golden and shiny lighting - forever a pristine and cherished memory. Picture perfect, sweet, sticky, heavy and swirls like honey in your mind so much that you don't just remember it, but can still feel it in your bones.
Time can also distort and warp. It can make things distant, forgotten, hazy like a blurry night after one too many glasses of wine. Details fuzzy, unimportant, or tinged with a darkness you'd once found so unbearable, that even if you wanted to, you'd never have that memory fresh, clean, or pure again. Time cannot control how we remember everything, and it certainly cannot control the tears that spring to your eyes or the tightness in your chest when you do.
Time walks a tightrope of friend and an enemy our entire lives - a thing that has us wishing we could jump ahead, push faster and forward one day, and the next, we’re desperate to go back and rewind. It’s a catalyst for much needed renewal and growth, but stands still and freezes in the same seconds. Time changes things, and yet somehow it doesn't. You could spend your whole life analyzing this word - this unmeasurable yet measurable thing, but it will keep going. It will keep changing, moving, pushing faster around you until one day - it stops.
And it will stop. For everyone. You just don't know when, and you can't expect or prepare for it to happen. Especially for when it happens to the people you love. And that's when time shows its cruelest trick - when it keeps moving for you and it stops for someone else. And time, well time doesn't care if you're not ready to move on.
But, to paraphrase the saying - time cannot heal all wounds, but it can make them a little easier to manage.
Abigail Cameron has had some serious hangovers in her day, but none have quite felt like the one raging in her body currently. And from the sound of the groaning beside her, Edward Townsend is feeling particularly worse than her, which is saying something.
“How the hell did we end up on the floor anyway?” he rolls, pinching his fingers over the bridge of his nose as he keeps his eyes squeezed shut.
She huffs into the carpet, sure it’s imprinted a pretty little pattern into her cheek after hours of hard sleep on it, “Your roommate’s cheap ass screw top rosè, that’s how.”
One of his eyes peeks open, “Abigail, you’re my roommate.”
She taps his nose, “You’re so clever, you should be a spy or something.”
“Ha - ha,” dryly rolling his eyes at her wit, and sits up, grunting and groaning loudly the whole way. Abby giggles into the carpet, shaking her head.
He grumbles around the sounds of coffee being made, “What’s so funny?”
“You sound like an old man when you get up,” she lets her eyes fall closed, the sun hitting her face in a perfect square of warm sunlight despite the autumn chill she can hear whipping and whistling against the window. She could freeze this feeling, bottle it up in a jar and take it out whenever she needed it.
A quiet scoff from the kitchen and a mumble, “Well, I am an old man.”
Opening her eyes in a roll, she snorts, “Please, you’re not even…” she squeezes her eyes closed as she remembers - the feeling, the jar, it shatters. Barely able to finish the thought, her mouth turns dry as she chokes out, “fifty.”
How could she have lost track of time so easily? How could it already be that date? How could he not be here? And how could it still hurt like this?
A rough and calloused thumb brushes across her damp cheek and she isn’t sure when she started crying or when he returned to lay next to her. She sniffles, “Sor-sorry.”
He scoots closer to her body, wrapping large arms around her as he presses his lips to her forehead, “This is something you should never apologize for Abby.”
Nodding into his chest in a silent thank you, she lets her fingers trace over his arms as she sniffles, laughing a little as time does let her remember another particularly bad hangover - with Matt.
She continues to recall the memory, shaking her head into his neck as his arms squeeze around her, and she laughs harder, “I’m sorry. I’m just…this one time,” she can’t even tell him the full story without bursting into random fits of giggles, wiping at tears in between, but he listens, thumb brushing her knuckles and smiling at all the right parts.
“And he came stumbling in with a full,” she holds her stomach, it hurts from laughing so hard, “and I’m talking full, glass of red wine, and splashed it into my white t-shirt. And I-” covering her mouth with her fingers, tears fill her eyes but she laughs, “Matt was grinning so wide, teasing me for blushing because I was clearly angry and embarrassed and fucking soaked in a white t-shirt and…”
Edward squeezes her fingers, trying to encourage her to keep going but her eyelashes wet with tears, big crocodile ones falling and she shakes her head, gesturing to her cheeks, “I can’t…I don’t remember what he said. Something about scarlet and maroon and…and…” she sobs, “I can’t remember. Why can’t I remember?”
She’s not sure how long he lays with her, letting her cry while holding her, but she does know that eventually she’ll stop crying and that she should call Cam and Rachel when she does. She knows that no amount of time is going to bring him back, is going to make this easier, but somehow, Edward Townsend makes it all a little more bearable.
“Hey, Cam, come on-”
The voice is familiar. Faint. An echo. A memory.
I spin in a circle, the rooftop around me empty. The skyline is backlit beautifully by a sunset that’s fading from vibrant orange to deep red - maroon. Horns, yelling, music, wind - it’s all too much but the voice, it’s still there.
“Cammie, hey, can you hear-”
My hands trail along the rough cement ridge of the roof, I’ve been here. D.C? No. The skyline is wrong.
New York.
But, I’ve only been to New York for…as I spin again, the twirling bottom of my dress catches my eye, and the voice again, louder and clearer.
“There you are!”
“Dad!”
I sprint into his arms and he catches me, spinning me around laughing, “We’re gonna be late sweet pea.”
Laughing and breathless as he sets me down I ask, “Late? For wh-”
He’s shaking his head as he looks down at my feet, chuckling, “Cam, where are your shoes?”
Seeing my bare feet on the cold cement that starts to chill my entire body, my brain feels fuzzy - hurt. I shake it, as if to remove the feeling from it, flashes of another rooftop jarring my memory, leaving my chest tight.
“I-I don’t know I have to…get out…” I look up at my father frowning at me, trying to make sense of the puzzle before him as I whisper, “Get her.”
He shakes his head, smiling sadly, “You already got her honey, don’t worry about it,” he pulls my hands into his, lifting me onto his shoes, spinning me around to the music that’s getting louder. Resting my head on my father’s chest, letting my head rest against his warmth as my body gets colder.
“Cameron!”
I look around for the source of the voice and whisper, “Dad, I don’t think we’re alone.”
He sighs, “No, we’re not. Who’s voice is that?”
“How much longer…Can we-”
It’s a breath as I hum out, “Zach.”
He laughs, “Oh boy, I don’t know if I like the way you just said his name,” he squeezes his arms around my waist, his cheek resting against the top of my head - the spot perfectly made for fathers.
“So, Zach,” he says his name like he’s testing it out, a little skeptical, “He’s…he’s a good guy?”
I press my face deeper into his chest, shivering as I’m only growing colder, and he wraps his arms tighter as I whisper, “Yeah, he’s the best. But I’m mad at him right now, I think.”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
Flashes of an argument, his tears clinging to his cheeks as I sobbed into my hands. An argument that didn’t have a clear beginning. What do we do about…
“Kids,” I whisper into my father’s chest.
“Kids?” he asks quietly, rubbing my shoulder as I start to cry.
I nod, pulling away, “My kids.”
He smiles, eyes watery, “Your kids.”
“Cammie, please, please -”
“Well, it sounds like you should get back to them honey.”
He starts to pull away and I cling to him, “No, please, come back with me! I miss you.”
His thumb brushes my cheek and he kisses my forehead, “I miss you too Cameron, but you have to go back now, okay?”
“Cammie, please don't do this-”
He squeezes me once more as I whisper, “Happy Birthday Dad.”
A floral scent surrounds me as I step through the stairwell, Zach is standing in front of my apartment door, my old apartment door, holding a bouquet of carnations and I pause.
He shakes his head, laughing, “Okay, so I know they’re not roses,” he rolls his eyes at himself, “But I thought they were and then…I don’t know I thought they were pretty, and I know today is always a tough day for you and I just, you know what, this was stupid I’m gonna-”
“Zach,” he stops, eyes only focused on me, waiting. He’s younger. He’s bruised, and burned he’s- “Oh my god, we have to get out of here, she’s going to-”
He grabs my wrist gently, “Woah, woah, woah, easy there Gallagher Girl,” he brushes my forehead gently, “That was a long time ago. I’m okay.”
“But-” I look around, the smell of smoke swirling around me and I close my eyes, “Zach, what’s going on?”
He kisses my cheek, “You gotta go back, okay? Go back-”
“Gallagher Girl.”
Cold, gray metal meets my temple as I cough and convulse, pain ripping through my body and tears stinging my eyes.
Zach’s voice cracking next to my ear, “Jesus Christ, don’t you ever do that again.”
Gasping and holding my stomach, warm and wet against my fingertips and soft lips on my temple as more hands flurry around me.
“What the hell were you doing on that roof Cam?” Bex is above me, voice furious and hands precise as she holds gauze and Liz wraps.
The roof. Dad.
“I have to go back! Go back, turn around! Dad! He’s on the-”
Three sets of hands gently push me back down and Zach’s eyes fill my gaze, worried and cautious, like he’s afraid if he speaks I’ll run, “Hey, what was that?”
Zach. He has facial hair. He has laugh lines. He has, “Kids.”
My eyes start to flutter and he holds my face, “Nope, we’re not doing that again, I’m gonna need you to keep talking. Kids? What about the kids, Cam? What about your dad?”
“He…we were dancing on the roof and I told him about the kids,” I wince as Liz whispers a quiet, “sorry”.
I whisper as my eyes continue to flutter, “It’s his birthday,” I can feel the sob building in my chest, threatening to crack me in half, “I just wanna dance with him for a little longer okay? I promise I’ll come back.”
“Bloody fucking he-”
Zach shoots her a look before he presses his nose and forehead to mine, “Cammie, no, you gotta stay here. He’s gone, I’m sorry.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and nod against his forehead, “Phone. I need a phone.”
He starts to pull away, “Okay, I’ll gra-”
I grip him harder and shake my head and he nods. His lips brush over my hairline, “Okay, I won’t go anywhere. I’m right here.”
As the tears fall from my eyes, I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I didn’t come back. I can’t go back in time, and I’ll never know. Instead I choose to focus on the current moment. On his lips against my skin and his quiet whispering, on how it all feels a little easier and better with Zach there.
Soft burgundy, almost maroon sheets tangle around me as I slowly wake to the warm sun spilling in through the curtains instead of an alarm. Blinking my eyes open, I see the sun is far too high for me to still be in bed and my mouth drops at the time on the alarm clock and I yell out, “Joe! Why didn’t you wake me?!”
He’s in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee and smiling, “I thought I’d let you get more rest before the trouble-”
Two tornados rush under his arms and jump onto the bed screaming, “Grandma!” and Joe’s coffee touches his lips, hiding a smile.
I fall back against the pillows, “Yes?”
Matt dangles over my face, grinning and showing off a missing front tooth and I gasp, “What in the-”
Maggie giggles from her burrowing under my arm, “I helped!”
I sit upright and look at Joe, “What?”
“His tooth was already loose and they were wrestling, she got him in the jaw,” he shrugs like it’s a completely normal thing. Which, I guess it is.
I shake my head at him, a frown on my lips, but I can’t stay mad, especially when Matt looks at me with the same eyes as Matt and whispers, “Can we have waffles with m&m’s today?”
Maggie jumps up to stand in the bed, “And watch Star Wars?!”
Matt groans, “Nooo, not again!”
Maggie jumps, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease pl-”
Matt pokes her side, “Quit it!”
Maggie sticks her tongue out and squeals as he lunges for her and she dives off the bed and behind Joe.
Joe stands in between the two, leaning against the doorframe as they dance around him, trying to get quick jabs into each other. Matt’s eyes, his hair, his awkward lankiness already at age eight is Matthew. And Maggie’s nose scrunches the exact same way his did when she laughs, and she can quote Star Wars at age five better than he ever could.
I can’t think of a better way to celebrate his birthday than waking with his memory over me.
I make eye contact with Joe, a little teary eyed and I wave my hands in front of my face and sniffle, “I’m going to call…”
He nods, smiling and turning and in one easy motion picks up a giggling Maggie around the waist and dodges Matt, “Come on! Waffles and Star Wars and I get at least one red m&m Matthew…”
As I pick up the phone to call, I can’t help but feel like time has been very good to all of us, despite stealing it from someone we all love and miss dearly. His legacy, Joe - everyone, they make it a little easier though. Time makes it feel like the wound can actually heal one day.
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#Illbleed #ZableFableFaintMist #ErikoChristy #MichelWaters #Faints #MyThoughts
What the faint mist song pose looks like on Zable before changing.
The enemy gets three warnings when any version of Zable "wakes" up.
Warning one sounds like a answering machine and it's within the body this is after the mist song.
"We are sorry but this individual can't be here at the moment." "Please leave the vessel alone and we will gladly leave without conflict."
Warning two sounds like the whisper voice on a computer and similar to this Undertale voices.
Seems like the characters are changing places.
"Please let this vessel go. Or you will regret it."
Links here.
Mac OS X Speech Synthesis Test - YouTube
Mac OS X Speech Synthesis Test 2 - YouTube
UNDERTALE - abc_123_a.ogg - YouTube
A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr
A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr - search: Ghost faint
Warning three sounds like a genderless voice.
This is Fable's voice.
"So you have chosen to fight?" "Such a brave enemy now let's the circus act games begin."
Fable will slowly get up and look back at the enemy with a huge smirk while slow changing body parts into weapons.
If the enemy leaves the vessel alone the body will get up on it's own and looks for a way out like a door or a window.
The body will walk out the exit but look back at the enemy with a smirk then leaves the area.
The vessel's eyes are closed until the danger is gone they will open when safe.
Zable is now in control but will be confused how they got there but will shrug it off like nothing happened.
If you trick release the vessel from Fable you will die.
The differences
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Zable in control with tiny mic be like.
"Zable Fable is the name and interviewing is my game."
"You look interesting, can I please interview you for my job?"
"I get paid you know."
Vs Fable in control with eyes closed while getting up after Zable "died" while dusting themselves off be like.
"Why did you wake me up?!"
"Oh great you even roughed up my vessel and I will never get my security deposit back."
"Let's see how strong you really are punk."
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Some uncanny valley realm jumping au interactions
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Zable in ending 3 would feel creeped out about John Doe then was busy getting home if the character has to work at the gas station.
If not Zable would be tired from getting their steps in from walking and interviewing people while also avoid being eaten by Realtors.
But Zable would worry if that dude was okay and will try to find John Doe to make up the date if they want too.
Zable would be interested in how John Doe's whole existence is a thing and ask a butt ton of questions that normal people who be annoyed of.
Zable seeing Doe as like a work of rare art that you just want to know more about history and culture wise but is a mystery.
Also doing a staring contest with Doe with all the versions of Zable with their eyes glasses off holding it while their face is blank in their newly shifted from.
If you wear Zable's eye glasses you can see their memories and basically roleplay as them unless you take them off.
But Zable can't see because their eyes are in use by someone else and knocking into stuff or just falling out things.
All versions will be okay but still hurts.
They need their "glasses" back.
Zable would also be curious about John Doe's many rows of teeth and the fake blood/body fluids thing works.
Also how does Doe form the organs?
All versions would be curious about if regular guys bleed in their base form without the fake human clay mecha suit and where their ears are at on their fake human form.
Nicknames Zable Fable would give John Doe.
Dust Bunny, Fuzzy Guy, Little Buddy, String Bean, Hot Topic, The Creeper, Freakazoid, Jonathan, Johnny Test, J Man, The Twinge for Illbleed, My Sweetheart, Smiley Central, Mystery Man, My little Tribble, Wooly Bear, and Cheshire Cat.
Zable thinks of new ones on the fly.
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26 December - 31 December weeknotes
Monday 26 December
I read a poetic headline on Twitter. It’s not recent – as is Twitter’s want – it’s from 2018.
Scientists Made Snails Remember Something That Never Happened to Them
The fake memory causes an automatic defence response.
I could make a joke here about the collective muscle memory of women living under the patriarchy. But I won’t.
Instead, I’ll just suggest that more poetic headlines would be nice. Although There Is Something Weird About Using Title Case For Headlines That Are Basically Sentences.
Tuesday 27 December
Still testing positive: no visit to see the fam after all.
I’m reading Agency (William Gibson). My brain is covid-fuzzy, so I have to re-read every other paragraph.
I got followed by another Tumblr porn bot and Google’s switched to Safe Search because it thinks I’m under 18. Suddenly everything feels like it’s scripted by Gibson.
Wednesday 28 December
Listened to ‘Bleep!’, an episode of the 99 Percent Invisible podcast. This episode is about swearing and includes a section on the 7 second delay on broadcast radio, and the ability to switch to the live feed seamlessly, potentially removing the offending word(s) in a relatively subtle fashion. It can then stretch the live audio to fill the gap over time, and get back to the delayed feed. They present an interesting dilemma about making people sound better than they really are – for example, less racist.
Thursday 29 December
Tested negative. Drove to see friends in the southwest in a courtesy car, because our car is still in the garage. I’ve been resisting shitposting about the garage for approximately 11 months.
Friday 30 December
Giraffes walk by moving both right legs and then both left legs, unlike, say, horses, who move alternate legs together. Giraffes switch this gait when they run.
80% of the inside of an ostrich’s skull is eyeball. This makes them great at spotting predators but terrible at deciding what to do about them.
Dinner with friends. We discuss favourite books we’ve read this year. E asks D if he needs to consult his list. He says no, he can remember. D writes a lot, but unlike me, manages to keep it to himself.
I’m pleased I’ve kept up weeknotes for 1 week short of a year so far, but I don’t think I’ll continue for another calendar year. Aside from anything else, I should probably stop walking and go to the gym instead.
Saturday 31 December
End of the year. One more weeknote to go. Happy new year, pornbots.
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All You Had Ever Dreamed {Fili x Reader}
A.N: So this could have gone in several directions but my brain went this way, so I hope that’s alright! Also, I think I got all the pregnancy stuff right but I’m 15 so I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate. And yes, this was supposed to be short. My bad. But I actually honestly love this fic it may be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, thank you so much for requesting it!
Requested by @lonikje on Tumblr as part of my 450 Sleepover:
Word Count: 2,019
Pairings: Fili x Reader, mentioned Bilbo x Thorin
Summary: You faint during a training session with Kili and Dwalin.
Warnings: Fluff, mention of Menstruation, Pregnancy
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All You Had Ever Dreamed
Whirling around, you ducked Kíli’s sword and jumped out of the way of Dwalin’s ax. You struck at Kili, feeling the block he delivered reverberate down your arm, and with one of your daggers locked together with Kili’s sword used the other to deflect another blow from Dwalin. Struggling with both of them, you disengaged and backed up, watching them regroup as you did the same. It was one of the rare days where instead of going too easy on you, Dwalin had decided that you were up for a challenge.
Eight months after the Battle of the Five Armies, Erebor was thriving. Thorin had been gravely wounded but pulled through, and although Fíli and Kíli’s injuries were less gruesome they were still worrying, but now everyone was back on their feet and healthier than ever. Bilbo had stayed in Erebor, much to the delight of both the company and the men and elves who thought, correctly, that the hobbit would be much easier to negotiate with than the dwarves. You had also noticed some romantic tension between the hobbit and the king but had decided not to bring it up. You stuck to speculating with your husband and his brother.
That was right. Fíli was your husband, having done a spectacularly over-the-top proposal the second he was back on his feet. You had laughed your head off to see the throne room covered in flowers when you walked in and then started sobbing with joy when you saw your dwarf bent on one knee. And then you were laughing through the tears as, after you accepted, the company appeared from the shadows to give you congratulations and Thorin had had a fancy flower crown entwined in his hair. You suspected Bilbo, and his wink confirmed it.
You had gotten married three months later, at a ceremony attended by not only almost every dwarf in Erebor but also Kings Bard and Thranduil. It wasn’t every day that the Heir of Erebor got married, after all, and Thorin had spared no expense to make it the best celebration possible. And after the disaster that was Thorin and Bilbo’s wedding, at which Fili and Kili had gotten drunk to liven things up and almost destroyed the cake Bilbo had spent hours working on for his husband, Thorin had taken every precaution to ensure your day went off without a hitch. And somehow it had, the ceremony had taken place outside, in one of Erebor’s few outdoor courtyards. The sun had shone down on the whole gathering, the moon coming out in the night, and you thought there had never been, or ever could be such a perfect day.
Anyway, you were currently trying not to get eviscerated by the two dwarven warriors (which wasn’t technically possible, given the fact that you were using blunt weapons, but you wouldn’t put it past Dwalin. That dwarf was strong). Twin daggers clutched, you slashed at Kíli before running up the wall and flipping over his head, unsteadily landing behind him with a dagger at his throat.
You let out a breath of satisfaction, but your dagger was suddenly knocked from your hand, Dwalin barreling towards you with his hand still extended from the throw. Leaping out of the way, your breathing grew heavier as you were driven back by the two dwarves, their efforts renewed. Your head started to feel light, sort of fuzzy, and you kept backing up, blocks growing weaker. As everything faded to black and you collapsed, the last thing you heard was Kíli.
“Fíli’s going to kill me.”
You opened your eyes, everything hazy until you blinked it into focus. You were in a large room, sunlight streaming in through the windows to highlight- was that Kíli standing above you?
“Y/N!” Kíli brushed your hair back from your forehead, looking concerned. “You fainted, are you alright?”
“What are you doing here?”
He pouted. “That’s not exactly the wake-up greeting I was expecting. And didn’t you hear what I said? You fainted in the middle of training. I carried you up to Oin, you’re in the healers’ rooms right now.”
Ahh. Well, that explained why the room was so much bigger than yours, and why there were chairs arranged around the bed you were in.
“Thank you, Kíli. Do you know where Fíli is?”
“I think they sent for him a few minutes ago, you’ve only been out for about ten. He should be here-”
Kíli was cut off by Fíli shoving him away from your bed.
“Y/N!” The golden-haired dwarf exclaimed. “What happened? Are you alright? Why is Kíli here, and why is he touching your face?”
The dark-haired dwarf stood with a smirk. “I’ll just leave you two alone now,” he said and slipped out the door with a smirk.
“Fíli! Don’t be rude! Kíli was taking care of me!” Then realization dawned.
“Is somebody jealous?” You asked with a teasing smile.
Fíli blushed.
“Fíli! You shouldn’t be jealous of Kíli! First of all, it’s Kíli. If I fall in love with him, please make sure I haven’t hit my head, he’s basically my little brother. And secondly, I’ll never love anyone but you, you don’t have to worry about that.”
He smiled at you sheepishly. “I know. I was just worried, and-”
“I know,” you cut him off, grinning.
“Ah, look! It’s Oin!” You waved to the healer as he bustled in, arms full of herbs and vials.
“Ah, Oin. What is wrong with Y/N?” Your husband inquired, the worried look on his face almost comical.
“Well, it could be several things. Have you been eating enough?” The healer inquired about this while mixing up a tincture.
“Yes.”
“Sleeping regularly?”
Fíli nodded to answer this question.
“How about water? Have you been drinking enough?”
“Weelllll…” you trailed off sheepishly. “I’m not the best at remembering to drink water.”
“When did you last have a glass today?” The healer was now looking a little worried.
You cast around in your memory. “I had a glass at breakfast, but I haven’t had any more today.”
“WHAT?! YOU HAVEN’T HAD ANYTHING TO DRINK SINCE BREAKFAST?!!! IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON!” Fili was furious. Oin was nodding in agreement as well.
“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed. “I’ve just been so busy lately, and I’ve been aching so it’s more trouble than it’s worth to go all the way down to the kitchens.”
“Aching, you say?”
When you nodded, Oin came to your bedside.
“When was your last monthly bleeding?”
Fili blushed at this, and you swatted him before counting in your head.
OH.
“It’s been almost three months. We’ve been so busy I didn’t even notice!”
“Then that’s it. You fainted not only because of dehydration, which you’ll need to be much better at but also because you’re pregnant.”
“Wait. What?” Fili looked shocked.
Oin smiled at you, leaving the room.
Fili gazed down at you. “Are you really pregnant?”
You nodded. “I am. I hadn’t noticed the signs before but now that I know it’s blindingly obvious. We’re going to have a baby.”
He lifted you from the bed, spinning you around in joy before suddenly stopping.
“That can’t be good for the baby.”
You laughed. “It’s fine, Fili! I’m fine. And we’re going to be parents.”
He smiled, kissing you.
Later that day, you sat with the Company and Thorin’s sister, Dis, now your mother-in-law, in the rooms of the royal family where you all often ate. Sitting at the table, which had been built specifically for the group of sixteen, Fili kept refilling your water glass every thirty seconds. You made sure to drink enough, now that your body was supporting two. Fili glanced at you, and you realized the table had hushed, you hadn’t noticed the sound of Fili’s spoon against his glass gathering everyone’s attention.
He stood, taking your hand and pulling you up to stand next to him. “We have an announcement.”
Everyone was staring at you both expectantly, and Fili nodded at you to continue.
Smiling, you spoke. “I’m pregnant.”
“We’re going to have a baby!” Fili exclaimed.
The table erupted in cheers and well-wishes.
“So that’s why you fainted earlier!”
You silently cursed Kili, knowing that now the overprotective side of the dwarves would emerge full force. And it did, Thorin started listing everything he needed to be done for you before Dis shushed him. The king then walked up to you, arms open, and hugged you.
“Congratulations, Y/N.”
He then moved on, slapping Fili on the back before stepping back to allow the rest of the company to give their congratulations as well.
Oin winked at you as he hugged you, and said, “I would never spoil your surprise.” The rest of the group gave out hugs and congratulations to you and Fili, and you glowed with happiness, knowing there were few people better than these for your child to grow up with. Finally, Kili stepped forward.
“I’m going to have a niece or a nephew! Congratulations, Y/N, you’re going to be a great mother.” He then mock-whispered, “but I’d watch out around Fili. I’m not sure he’ll do as well.”
Fili punched his brother before grabbing him in another hug, their words whispered too softly for anyone else to hear.
Lastly, Dis came forward, wrapping you in a warm, motherly embrace. “My son is right, Y/N. You will be a wonderful mother. And, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to come to me. Mahal knows I have the experience.”
You thanked her, smiling before she ushered you and Fili out the door. “Now go to bed. It’s late, and you need your rest.” She closed the door behind you, your last glimpse a room of smiling faces.
Back in the rooms that you shared with your husband, you crawled into bed, hair loose, in your favorite nightgown. Fili motioned for you to move closer, so you did, resting your head on his chest as his arm snaked around your shoulders, hand coming to rest on top of yours, where you were unconsciously cradling your belly. He began to sing, a tune that you recognized from the beginning of your quest, so long ago.
“Far over, the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.” Fili’s voice wove the song masterfully, and you were taken back to the first time you had met him, almost two years before.
You had stepped into a hobbit-hole of calm, and hearing the sound of voices walked through, careful not to hit your head until you came upon a room of singing dwarves.
You paused in the doorway, letting their song wash over you.
“The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.”
They finished, and you stepped into the room. All the heads immediately turned towards you.
“Who are you?” A golden-haired dwarf looked suspicious.
You drew breath to answer, but before you could Gandalf stepped into the room.
“This is Y/N. She will be joining us on our quest.”
The dark-haired dwarf by the fire that looked rather grumpy made as if to protest, but a glare from Gandalf stopped him. The other dwarves quickly introduced themselves, and the golden-haired one stepped up last.
“Y/N, huh?”
You nodded.
“I’m Fili.”
Now, almost two years later, you were in the reclaimed mountain they had sung of, lying in bed with the golden-haired dwarf who had originally been so suspicious of you.
“We’re going to have a baby,” Fili said with a look of wonder, and you smiled at the tears of joy starting to roll down his face.
“We are.”
You kissed him, so alight with the happiness you thought you could burst, before breaking away and laying your head back on his chest. Laying there, you could hear his heartbeat, beating almost in time with your own. You couldn’t wait until the third would join them. With your husband next to you, and a baby growing inside, you finally had all you had ever dreamed of. And it was perfect.
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