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genievillain26 · 4 months

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Unnamed Human and Autistic Hellaverse AU Early Conception. Trigger Warning for domestic abuse

I've created a little au per se based of off Hellaverse characters that I would like to share. It's more of a human based au that is more set in reality and has elements from my own personal experiences. The character more based off of Octavia is more or less the main character. It's a rather emotional story. I don't really have set names for the characters yet, so let's just call them based on who they are based off of. Via is an autistic teenager who is raised by a gay couple that is rather prominent in the show scene. She is multi talented in singing, cooking, sewing due to her being homeschooled since she would not assimilate well in a school setting. Her parents are Stolas and another male character that isn't really based off of Blitz, but I might work him into that character somehow. Stolas's character is more developed than the other one.

The emotional part comes in when Loona's counter part who is an other autistic girl and about 4-5 years older years older than Via her meets her and the two have an automatic bond. Loona has a rough family life. Her parents have kids from previous marriages and the youngest of them is about 14 years older than her. She does not have have any whole siblings like her half siblings do. Her parents are much older and thus her dad's dementia is getting so bad that it's causing him to physically abuse her while she is in her early to mid 20's. Too many terrible things happen in Loona's life suddenly which include her finding out that she cannot afford to move somewhere that isn't run down and dangerous, her totaling her car after losing focus while driving, losing her car insurance making it impossible for her to drive legally, and having to quit her job because she cannot drive to work anymore.

Her meeting Octavia as well as Stolas heals her. One night, she ends up slipping the memo to Via that her dad is hitting her due to his undiagnosed dementia and severe anger issues. She tells her to not tell anyone about this because the last time she did, authorities got involved, but nothing came of it. All it did was leave her in an awkward position with her parents. Nevertheless, this news troubles Via deeply, so she tells her dads. They get in touch with the authorities which causes the friend to be separated from her parents. There is a problem with this due to how she is unable to tend to the house because she does not have the money to pay the bills and because she is also tapering off of a medication that hinders her judgment and decision making skills (something I am also going through). She's too old to be put in a foster home, but her half siblings live too far away and don't want to be bothered by looking after her. Because of this, the Goetia family agrees to allow her to live with them until things are sorted out with her parents such as her parents getting anger management and the dad getting a dementia diagnosis as well as treatment for it.

Via and Loona essentially become like sisters and Stolas and his husband become her surrogate parents. Sure said character is between 20-21 years old (with Via being 15-16 when this happens), but she needs them in her medication weening process as it causes her to have negative withdrawal side effects. With Via being homeschooled and autistic, it makes it harder for her to pick up on social cues and other things that are difficult for autistic people to detect. Her friend also being autistic allows her to empathize with her and the two become close friends. They have similar interests and talents so that helps the bond grow stronger.

Via is an IVF baby. Stolas's is the birth father. He acts as more of the "mom" dad who is somewhat over protective and also babys her which can sometimes cause her to act somewhat immature for her age. His husband is the "fun" dad, he has an energy similar to Bandit Heeler in a way. They don't want to coddle her as they do give her responsibilities and teach her independent living skills, but they also understand that there are somethings autistic people cannot do and they want to accommodate her accordingly. Stolas's family is where the autism came from as family planning centers tend to have several restrictions on who is allowed to donate eggs (and I assume who can donate sperm. I only know about the egg part as I have seen stories about autistic afabs applying to be egg doners and getting rejected because of autism running in the family).

I am a sucker for the running away trope and I have gone through a few different scenarios as to how Via would run away, what age she would, be why she ran away, and where to. The current scenario I am thinking of is where Via and her dad's are on vacation at a resort because they got a gig to perform there (mostly for Stolas). She's the same age as she is in the show and isn't as optimistic as she used to be. About a year has past since Loona had to live with the Goetia's. The two are still inseparable, but that is until the dad's get an invitation to perform at a city and have an all paid access trip to a resort where the city is in. Loona cannot come along as she is not a legal member of the family in order for the free trip perks to work for her. She could pay her way there, but there is no way she has the money for the luxury resort they are staying in.

I should have mentioned that OC's of Charlie and Vaggie are in this too and they act as her god parents. Charlie started out as Via's homeschool teacher for her elementary years. The two became close friends and so did she and Vaggie. When time came for Via to transition into middle school and thus get a new teacher, her parents allowed the two to become her god parents as Stolas's family wouldn't have it in them to properly accommodate Via with their more old school and critical approach to her disability and his husband's parents have grown too old to be able to properly look after her. They wanted people who were still relatively young so they could grow along with her in the case that she needs to live with them forever. While Via is a very capable and independent person, the issue comes in with there not being any affordable housing that is safe, clean, and quiet.

Shortly before Via turns 18, her god parents move across to the other side of the country due to Vaggie getting a much better job offer. Via is not able to see them in person as often and she's also entering that rebellious teenager phase. She hits this phase a little late because she is normally very kind and obedient. Unfortunately, her being exposed to Loona's family troubles and learning more about the injustice that autistic people (as well as disabled people in general) go through causes her to become jaded. This is when she is a little more like how Via in the real show is.

While on the resort trip, she joins one of those "teen hubs" that acts as an age appropriate daycare center for kids that were dragged along on the trip (if anyone has been to a resort or a cruise, you know what I'm talking about). While Via does attend social gatherings with kids her age and has for most of her life, those gatherings were more designed for other homeschooled kids, autistic kids, and both homeschooled and autistic kids. The teens at this resort are rather snarky, judgmental, and automatically pick up on Via's autistic mannerisms. This causes them to either talk down to her or make fun of her, but most importantly, they criticize her within earshot as if they think she cannot understand what they are saying, an experience autistic people get far too common.

Via obviously knows what these people are saying and when she confronts them, they gaslight her by saying they weren't talking about her or that she must have been hearing someone else. Via also feels like she is being pushed away by her parents since the performance work they are doing is more... adult centric and they don't scar her by being exposed to what they do (not because they want to shield her from anything sex related, but because they are her parents and her seeing her parents do the things they do on stage would scar her as it would for any person regardless of neurotype. Via is very close with her parents (so much so that when she was 11 years old said she never wanted to leave the household so she could be with them forever) so them pushing her off like this upsets her. All of this trouble causes Via to run off from the resort to have a little adventure of her own. This happens while attending the "teen hub" since the staff of that club do a horrible job of keeping an eye on the teens there.

The teen hub area she is in is for teens 15-17, so the workers assume that if the kids are this old, they wouldn't need to do much to prevent the kids doing anything that could cause havoc. Via's parents also omitted her autism diagnosis in her information chart (something they only do when it comes to non-medical and non-educational settings). This is because when people do know of her diagnosis, she is given the same treatment that the teens at the resort are giving her. Once the news of Via's elopement make it to her parents, they are obviously distraught. What's worse than a 17 year old running off in a city that is totally foreign to them is when said 17 year old is autistic and thus vulnerable to all sorts of dangers in the city. She is also rather trusting, so her parents are worried sick she is going to be kidnapped by someone pretending to befriend her to do who knows what to her.

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uncaaj · 5 months

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Fanfic: The Switcheroo (Bluey)

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“Crumbed steak, I’m so late!” worried Bandit Heeler, frantically throwing stray papers all around his office. “Where are they, where are they?” He tore each shelf, cabinet, and open table space apart yet had come up empty, and his friends were waiting on him, as evidenced by Pat’s earlier annoyed text. Poking his head into the hallway, he looked toward the kitchen. “Chilli, have you seen my Dungeons & Dogsters things?”

“They’re in the den, honey!” his wife called back. “Right where you left them last time.”

Bandit ran downstairs, panting, and skidded to a halt. Immediately, he spotted a stack of paper on the side table closest to the kids’ playroom. Chilli was right, as she often was. He snatched them in his paws and dashed out. The quickest way to Pat’s was by hopping the fence in the backyard, just through the playroom. It was a quick, straight, clear shot that would waste no more time than he had already.

At least he thought it was a clear shot.

Bluey set the purple crayon down and held up her latest masterpiece to admire. “How lovely,” she beamed. She placed it gingerly on top of three other drawings, taking care not to crease them, before taking hold of the stack and standing up. “I’m going to show these to mum.” With pride across her snout, she started walking toward the large entryway toward the den.

As Bandit reached the kiwi rug in the middle of the playroom, he heard a sharp yelp in front of him. Try as he might, he could not apply the brakes quickly enough. With a pained grunt, he received the full brunt of a small heeler head to his gut and flopped onto his side, the paper in his hand released into the air.

“Ow,” said Bluey.

Sitting up quickly while clutching his aching belly, he found his pup sitting on the floor and rubbing her head, paper strewn all around them. He immediately held out a hand to her. “You all right, Bluey?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” said Bluey, gripping her dad’s paw as he pulled her upright.

He ruffled her ears. “Sorry about that, squirt, but I’m in a rush!” He scooped up the pieces of paper closest to him and legged it off the patio and into the backyard. “Keep it real!”

Bluey waved as her dad climbed the fence and tumbled into Lucky’s dad’s backyard. She laughed. It was always funny when he did that.

When Bluey walked into the kitchen, her mom was tending to a boiling pot on the stove. “Mum, why is dad in a hurry?”

“He got off work a bit late and tonight’s when he plays Dungeons and Dogsters with his friends,” said Chilli, shaking some Italian herbs into the pot.

“He bumped into me as he was running off,” Bluey giggled.

“Oooh, you okay?”

“Yup. I was just coming to put these on the fridge.” She held out the paper to her mom with a smile.

“Wackadoo! Let’s see ‘em.” Chilli took the pictures to look at, then raised an eyebrow. They were not, in fact, pictures. “Bluey, these are your dad’s Dungeons and Dogsters sheets. He needs these to play the game.”

“What?” said Bluey, snatching them back and thumbing through them. “But I had my pictures before I bumped into dad!”

“Okay, what happened after?”

“He helped me up then grabbed the paper near him and ran off. I saw him go into Lucky’s house.”

“That means-” Chilli suddenly gasped. She ran to the window and looked toward Pat’s house. Not a Bandit in sight. He was gone and so were Bluey’s drawings. Knowing him, he wouldn’t come back for them even if it would take five minutes. “Oh, biscuits.”

“Mum?”

“Yes, Bluey?”

“What’s on those sheets?”

“Things about the character he plays as in the game, what he looks like, his magical powers, that stuff.”

“Oh.” Bluey smiled. “I hope he likes playing with a Heeler dressed in big red boots and fairy braids riding a unicorn, then.”

The two laughed. “Knowing your dad,” Chilli said, “he’ll make it work.”

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udsenohlsen · 2 years

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coltwinslow · 2 years

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ALL THE HEADLIGHTS, ALL THE MIDNIGHTS / self para where / bend & winslow equine hospital when / september 8th, 2022 tw accident, heart attack

Colt was kneeling in the dirt, inspecting the fetlock of a horse, when he heard his name being called. Looking up, he connected eyes with Carter, the vet tech. Standing up, Colt gave the stallion a pet on the withers and walked with Carter. He looked flustered. “What’s that?”

“There’s a woman here… I… she’s asking for you?” Colt glanced to Carter, he looked weird and Colt followed him back to the office.

Once inside his own office, Colt stopped to wash his hands and he noticed a young woman and a toddler hugging a stuffed animal in his office. Colt walked in and gave them a smile. Maybe it was something with a family horse and not having the funds. Colt did work pro bono when it came to families and kids horses. Just felt like the right thing to do. The woman looked up. She couldn’t have been much older than 23, and she looked scared and tired. “Are you Colt Winslow?”

Colt nodded, “I am.” He paused. “What’s this about?” He was getting the feeling it wasn’t about a horse by the way she fidgeted.

“I’m Traci. You don’t know me,” she said. Her eyes were wide, the browns looking almost transparent in the light of his office, and he realized that she was close to crying with desperation and… something else. Colt moved to get her a tissue.

“My roommate, Colleen, and this is her daughter, Willa.” Traci nodded. Colt nodded again, trying to give her space to talk as he leaned against his desk, opting to not sit behind it. It felt too formal that way. “Colleen. Well, so some time ago, she started to look into the family because she never knew her dad. That’s how she found Wesson.” The name made Colt inhale. He glanced to Willa. She had their chin. His eyes went back to Traci. “Turns out, Colleen and Wesson had the same dad, which means, you’re also her brother,” Traci was fumbling over the words. “Colleen, well, she didn’t have the best home life. Got involved with Rooster and he started…” Traci looked to Willa. Colt could infer. “It got bad. Leaving him when Willa was a newborn took everything that Colleen had. I was her friend, my mom went through something similar with my dad, so… we kinda took each other in? Colleen was a good person.” Traci looked stuffy. Colt handed her the box of tissues because the tears kept coming. He wasn’t processing, he didn’t know where this was going to end or how.

“She died from a heart attack last week. Went out, had a heart attack behind the wheel, I was babysitting Willa… some time before, I was there when Wesson was there. He helped her get out from Rooster, helped set us both up and arranged things. My mom helps, but not really. We don’t have the finances for… a lot.” It was weird, gaining a sister, and losing one in the next breath. But Colt supposed that was how it went. “Colleen named you as the Next of Kin for Willa. Wesson was worried…” Traci trailed off.

Colt cleared his throat. “My brother passed in November. He wasn’t any dullard by any means,” Colt examined his forearms and wrists for a moment. Seemed that Wesson knew exactly how dangerous that job was and failed to tell the rest of them.

“He spoke really highly of you,” Traci said. She looked defeated and full of guilt. Unsure if she was doing the right thing. “You’re the one she wanted Willa to go to… and, I can’t swing it.”

Now it was starting to click and Colt’s eyes went to Willa. She was clinging to her stuffed animal. It looked like a stuffed dog, a heeler if he was seeing correctly. “Okay,” Colt said. He needed a minute. A deep inhale later, he looked to Willa. She looked small and scared.

Walking to her, Colt knelt and offered her a smile. “Hi, Willa. I’m Colt. Is that a dog stuffed animal you have?”

Willa pulled the thumb out of her mouth and said, “Ooey.”

“Bluey,” Traci offered. “It’s a cartoon we watch. We have bootleg Disney plus…”

“My best friend has a heeler dog that looks just like that. Would you like to meet him?”

Willa looked at the stuffed animal and then to Colt and nodded slowly.

“Okay, we’ll go see him soon. Have you ever seen horses?”

Willa shook her head.

“Would you like to see them?”

“Yes,” her voice was impossibly small and Colt stood.

“Okay, let’s go see some horses.” He looked to Traci. Walking out, he motioned over to Carter. “Carter, can you help Traci with the car seat and put it in my truck. Any other things too, all into my truck.” He needed to call Aly, he didn’t even know how to process this. Traci paused and handed over an envelope of things to Colt.

“Her birth certificate, her social, the will and all that is in there.” Colt nodded. Traci looked at him. “My number is in there too. Her favorite food is grilled cheese.” Traci inhaled. “She also likes a nightlight when she sleeps. I included it in the diaper bag.”

Colt smiled at her. “It’s going to be okay.” He wasn’t sure if that was more for her or him. “Willa’s gonna be fine, I’ll take care of her.” On his life. He walked back the barns, the little girl already reaching out for him. Brave girl. He exhaled again. Carter was walking with them. Colt reached over and gave Traci a hug. “You did the right thing, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Carter, can you take Willa to see the horses? I changed my mind, I want to help get the things and talk to Traci.”

“Yes, sir.”

Colt nodded, and continued walking to the barns with Willa. His truck was out front, but they could arc.

“We’ll be right back, Willa, Carter is going to take you to see the horses.”

“Okay,” she said, her hand reaching for Carter’s. Colt couldn’t breathe. This was starting to settle in, the profound change his life was about to take and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Like all changes, he didn’t really have a choice and it wasn’t like he was going to say no, he just wished he had time to plan for it.

As he walked with Traci, there wasn’t much he could think to say. “What’s her favorite color?”

“Blue,” Traci said.

“Why did my...” the word felt weird, “sister never reach out? I would have helped, before this...” Colt felt weird. Like he wasn’t even in his own body. He helped Traci with the car seat.

“She was embarrassed. It was embarrassing for her even when it was Wes,” Traci said with said nod. His brother’s name felt weird now too. Putting the car seat into his own truck, he moved into muscle memory from a long time ago. He remembered really learning this for Fallon, part of the hope thing he had going on. Thought that if he prepared enough, God’d let them have her. But he guess God needed another angel back.

Walking back to her car, Colt realized there wasn’t much. A bag of clothes, a diaper bag, some bottles, and two books. Colt looked to Traci. He saw the embarrassment there too. They didn’t have anything else but this. Something told him that Wesson had never seen their place, otherwise Wesson would have bought them things.

Traci sighed. “We lost a lot. Wesson helped a lot the first time, and he would have done it again, but she went back... and then she left again.”

Colt swallowed. The quote he heard on a documentary floated by him, that it took a woman seven times of leaving to leave her abuser permanently. Colleen was too much like them, proud and embarrassed all at once, that much was clear.

“I put her Bluey light in the diaper bag,” Traci inhaled. She wasn’t holding herself together well.

“You should say goodbye, Traci.” Colt wouldn’t let it happen again. Another person to leave her life without saying goodbye. For Willa and for Traci.

“Looking like this?” Traci palmed away a fistful of tears.

“Gonna be harm either way, but not doing it... I think you’ll regret it.” It wasn’t a goodbye forever, after all. He walked back with Traci to where he knew Carter brought Willa. They had an older horse there that was basically bomb proof.

The radio was on, a song that Colt liked and it hit him in a particular way. He let Traci walk ahead and she knelt down and said goodbye to Willa. Colt was standing there, watching. The girl didn’t cling to her, she didn’t cry, she just looked between Traci and Colt and kept a hang onto the stuffed dog. Brave. That moment took his breath away, and he didn’t think he’d ever lose that image from his head, that a two year old could be so much braver than most people.

Colt smiled and she moved stand next to him, looking up at him. Without much thought, Colt stooped down and picked her up. “Hey. So. I got an idea. You wanna go pick out a bed and some sheets with me?”

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay,” Colt said back and started to walk to the truck. He needed to call Alara, but he couldn’t breathe right now. He needed a moment.

#( SO MUCH OF ME HAS CHANGED HOW COULD I EVER FEEL THE SAME / self para )

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nelfs · 2 years

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everybody loooves bandit heeler for being a great cartoon dad. and sure bandit is pretty great but chilli is such an unsung hero ... she’s a wonderful cartoon mom and no one gives her any credit :( and i cant stand that episode where bandit undermines her parenting and calls her boring to the kids. like fuck off dude

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just-a-few-prompts · 3 years

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🌻 🍯 🐈 🍃

🌻: What is one thing that brightened your day today?

I finally told my parents I want to quit my job because of the hell it has been wreaking on my mental health for the past three months and they fully supported the idea. I am free! I can pursue stuff that doesn’t hurt me physically and mentally every time I go to do it! I am FREEEEEEE

🍯: What is one thing I like about yourself?

I got them big eyes and a tiny mouth. *whispers* Little bits. I like my face, more and more over the years I’ve looked in the mirror and just thought this face is so spankin’ cute 🥰

🐈: Do you have any pets? Are there some pets you really want?

I do! I raised two cats from kittenhood when I was living at my dad’s, they moved to Florida last year so I don’t see them too often. Their names are Pizza (“Little Prince”)and Black (“Luckyduck”). I used to have a betta fish called Wartorn who stayed with me during my futile first attempts at college, sadly he died under somebody else’s care. Right now at my mom’s place we got two dogs, Hank and Dean, and they’re just the cutest li’l blue heeler and Australian Shepard mix I’ve ever seen. Very good boys.

As for what pets I want? Oh gee golly gosh do I wambt sun fubcken CHICKENS

I’d love to do more stuff with horses and shelter cats and dogs too 🥰 just so calming and kind.

🍃: What is a plant you find beautiful?

PURPLE 👏 CALLA 👏 LILIES

When twilight was popular and so was everybody writing a better vampire/love story than twilight, I picked up a book on “How to be a vampire”. In it it mentioned night-blooming flowers and dark flowers and I fell in love with the idea of having that ✨Dark Fancy✨ aesthetic and walking in my garden at night, the moonlight filtering through the tree leaves onto my Victorian dress....

buuuut I wasn’t in charge of the garden and could only have a little house plant, so I settled for dark flowers

There are plenty of black flowers, but when I saw the Calla Lilies at Home Depot I just fell in love. They feel like a smooth leather, the smell is so nice. That wonderful purple rim delving into a velvet dark inside. Sometimes, after I planted it in the garden outside, I would hold the flowers in my palm as the filled with rain like pretty cups.

Turns out it’s a perennial though so it now regrows in my mom’s garden every year alzhamzkavzlabs I honestly thought perennial was the type to not regrow back but there’s just a little corner now apart from the tulips and foliage that just has little dark calla lilies every year. I love them

#thanks for asking!#ask game

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soil-boy · 3 years

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Did I ever tell you guys about my ferret Sofia?

I had two ferrets, actually, but this is the story of Sofia.

Also this story is about my dad, too.

When I was applying for college I didn’t have my license and was reliant on my parents to drive me around. While waiting for a ride home after talking to the administrators, I decided to go wait at the pet store across the street, where I found one ferret left from a litter that had all been bought up already. She was still a baby and there were a couple kids who tried to interact with her and which she bit.

I’ve always let my pets play rough with me and I had no problem letting this little monster tear the hell out of my fingers. I could tell that she was just playing, albeit roughly, and when she was tired she literally fell asleep in my hands. I left her there and when I went home I asked my parents if I could have a ferret. My dad said “Go ask your mom,” and my mom said (very threateningly) “Hmph, up to you.” So I went back the next day and bought her.

When I brought Sofia home my parents were both shocked that I actually went through with it, and my dad was absolutely disgusted by her. She was this little ball of messy fuzz and, to someone who had never seen a ferret before, he viewed her as a large rodent.

Well, I start going to school and Sofia has to stay in her cage all day long. She was not a friendly animal at all but she absolutely did not want to be left alone, and would literally yell from her cage whenever I left the room without her. I started coming home to find her cage open and her sleeping in my bed. This would happen every day. Every time, I’d make sure that her cage was secure, bending the metal so that it hooked a little bit better.

Finally, I twisted a paperclip around the door to keep it shut. When I got home, I found the paperclip removed and her, once again, in my bed. I confronted my family, asking who had been letting her out, and my dad blew up at me. He scolded me for leaving her alone while I was at school, and that the cage was too small (it was an appropriate cage) and that she needed her freedom. We agreed to convert an unused hallway into a sort of habitat for her, so she’d have a lot more space. This did not stop him from letting her out constantly, he’d fallen in love with her when I wasn’t looking and considered me an unjust warden of her imprisonment.

Now, at this time we had two dogs, Yogo and Oliver. Yogo is a red heeler, and Oliver was a dachshund. Both of them expressed an interest in Sofia but neither were allowed to interact with her. Well, one day shortly after getting her, Oliver snuck downstairs and somehow remained hidden until I let Sofia out to play later in the evening. She wandered behind the couch and I suddenly hear SCREAMING. I bolt to her rescue and I see her literally in the mouth of Oliver. I grab his jaw and take her out and she is COVERED in blood.

If you’ve ever seen an animal that has just recently fought for its life, they are tired things. I checked her over and she had not a single wound on her body, and she immediately went to sleep when I put her in her bed. I go and look at Oliver and his mouth is covered in dozens of tiny bites from the feral little creature he had tried hunting. From then on, Oliver wanted nothing to do with her, and for a couple weeks afterwards she would hiss at him whenever he showed his face.

Despite my worries, my family continued to have an otherwise nonchalant attitude to safety, and Sofia eventually came face to face with Yogo. Yogo is a red and blue heeler cross, and while he is not a very big dog, his breed is not exactly considered gentle. In fact, the reason my family adopted him is because he was playing very rough with the kids of a white family that my aunty knew, and when she found out he was up for adoption she and my dad decided that he’d be a good fit for our family. He is a very good boy but he did chase my sisters up trees and drag them around by their snowpants.

I digress. There was a day when I was called upstairs to see something, and found my entire family gawking at Yogo and Sofia. She had managed to sneak upstairs (at this point she was rarely in her enclosure unless she wanted to be, and was very rarely supervised). Sofia was standing with her back to the fridge, puffed up and staring up at this dog that was easily 20x her size and with a history of violence. He was just staring back.

I don’t know how it happened but Yogo never messed with her either. By my dad’s decree, she was eventually given free reign of the entire house, and nobody was happy about it except for my dad and Sofia. Sofia would get into everything (though she never ate anything she shouldn’t, I’d raised her on a raw diet and she’d imprinted on it). She would chase the dogs out of their own bed, knock things off of counters, and just generally be a terrible, terrible nuisance. While it is possible to litter train ferrets, my dad would stop any of us from enforcing good habits, saying things like “How would you like it if somebody interrupted you on the toilet?!” It was mostly a constant clean-up, though she thankfully went in regular spots rather than just random places.

My dad ADORED her. He gave her a half a dozen affectionate nicknames and would dote on her every desire, even going so far as to buy choice cuts of meat to cut up for her dinner and quail eggs to warm up for her breakfast. When he went to the Philippines to visit family, it was pictures of her that he showed to everyone he met (even strangers on the bus!), and because they don’t have or really keep ferrets over there, he used the word for “stray cat” to communicate what she was to his countrymen. When we went on vacation, he did not trust anyone to keep an eye on her for us and so we brought her to Jasper and he smuggled her into our hotel so that she could run around off-leash. My dad also has a large presence in the Filipino community of my hometown, and people would regularly bring gifts for “his” ferret around Christmas. To this day, the pictures of Sofia (and her brother, Sebastian) sit on the mantle in the entrance of our house, bigger than any of the family pictures.

Anyways, at some point after I moved away for University, Sofia got cancer. We were all very sad when she passed. My dad was so devoted to her freedom that he refuses to ever step into a pet store, and tells anyone who will listen how his dream is to win the lottery and take Petland to court for keeping animals in cages.

#sofia #ferret #my dad #story #I don't know why I wrote this #I just felt like it I guess.#pet

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olicitytropes · 5 years

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Olicity Tropetastic Awards: Season Seven

The time has come to talk of many scenes.

Of bows and arrows and superheroes.

Olicity’s reunion and the baby we knew was a Queen.

But wait just one minute,

Before we go and do all of that...

We thank you all for the time you have shared.

The elevators you have climbed,

The episodes you have faced and scared.

We will keep your stories in our hearts for always,

And we hope that you can too.

Because they would not be bigger than the friggin’ universe

If not for all of you.

-xoxo Ellie, Caitlin, Sascha, Mary, Beccie, Meegan, and Alli (and of course Emily Bett Rickards since she wrote this poem first;) )

@memcjo’s recs:

as darkness falls (a spark resides) - @alexiablackbriar13

It's been two weeks since Felicity found out she's pregnant, and she hasn't told Oliver yet.

Plagued by nightmares about being attacked and the baby being hurt, Felicity struggles to sleep.

After Oliver witnesses one of her post-nightmare panic attacks, she finally tells him about the baby.

**Award: Best Use of Angsty Angst Followed by Sweet, Sweet Olicity Moments**

two pints of mint chip it’s a girl - @alexiablackbriar13

missing scene in 7x22, before olicity move to the cabin. dr schwartz gives felicity an ultrasound, and our bigger than the freaking universe couple discover their baby's gender

**Award: Best Use of Touching, Loving, Sweet Olicity**

Run Away With Me - @dmichellewrites

This is basically everything I hoped season 7 would be after the prison arc, but unfortunately we didn't get to see it.

Join Oliver, Felicity, their friends, and family as they navigate their lives together post-Slabside. They really can have it all. Watch them balance being heroes, parents, and still manage to hold down day to day jobs. Enjoy their slice of maximum domesticity, and take a peek into their home life together with their four children.

**Award: Most Kickass, Joyous, Amazing Olicity Finding a New Life!**

We Don’t Have To Talk About It (We’ll Find Another Way) - @smoaking-greenarrow

Felicity is at Slabside to pick up Oliver, to finally take him home...when all hell breaks loose

**Award: Most Awesome, Badass Oliver and Felicity Going Through Hell and Back to Find Each Other!**

Come & Talk To Me - @hope-for-olicity

I wrote this story as a fix it for the things I felt the writers forgot or screwed up since Oliver got out of prison. It mainly focuses on Olicity but it also deals with their relationship with Diggle.

**Award: Best Use of Oliver and Felicity Facing Their Fears and Finding Each Other All Over again~ SWOON!**

Dear Felicity - @smoakmonster

A series of letters Oliver journals to Felicity from prison.

**Award: Best Use of Oliver Finding His Voice (and making me cry)**

Nothing Breaks Like a Heart - @by-mintsea

A mid season 7 and Elseworlds Crossover fix it fic. Silences, missing scenes and rewrites from 7x07 through end of crossover.

**Award: Best Us of Oliver and Felicity Fighting for Each Other and Their Family**

@blondeeoneexox’s recs:

The Other Side (of a world without you) - fanfics4you

She stares at the sky, the moon staring back at her. She holds her daughter in her arms as she starts to talk about him. She hopes wherever he is, he is safe. She hopes that he knows. That she still loves him, that he has a daughter who loves him so much, a son who lives far away from this world, leading the normal life he always wanted. She hopes that he knows he isn't alone.

He stares at the sky, his fingers caressing his wedding ring gently. The night is full of darkness and he feels so lonely. He has everything here, yet he has nothing. He sees a shooting star fall from the sky, and he finally smiles. His hold on his wedding ring tightens as he reminds himself why is he doing this again. He knows.

In which Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak spend twenty years apart and then a lifetime together.

**Award: Best Cry Your Eyes Out Til They Hurt Fic**

The Microchip Chronicles - CSM

Post 713. Follows the next nine months of Felicity’s pregnancy.

**Award: Most Domesticated, Blissfully Happy Pregnant Olicity That Definitely Should Have Actually Happened**

The Other Side of a World Without You - MachaSWicket

SUMMARY: Arrow S7 finale SPOILERS ahead. Beware!

**Award: Best 20 Year Reunion I Could Ever Ask For**

The Legacy of a Queen - inlovewithimpossibility

Series of one-shots from a future AU where Oliver and Felicity are able to raise their children after they defeat the Ninth Circle and Oliver hangs up the hood

**Award: Best ‘What Could (SHOULD) Have Been Fic**

The Hardest Part - @smoaking-greenarrow

Prompt: What if Felicity found out she was pregnant with Lucas after Oliver left and she'd have to raise both of their kids without him. Then Oliver would come back five years later to check on his girls only to find Mia playing with a slightly younger boy who looks exactly like him.

**Award: Most Heartbreakingly Beautiful, Sob-Worthy, Amazing Post-S7 (That Was Absolutely My Fault) Fic**

strange behaviors - @alexiablackbriar13

the 5 times john diggle noticed oliver queen and felicity smoak's latest weird behaviors and the 1 time he figured out what was causing it (spoiler alert: it's fetus mia smoak-queen)

**Award: Cutest Uncle Diggle Reaction to FINALLY Figuring Out Olicity’s Weird Behaviors**

@it-was-a-red-heeler’s recs:

bliss within madness - @alexiablackbriar13

“Hey, Mia. It’s your dad,” he whispered. Pausing, he added, “Mia or Lucas. We don’t know exactly who you are yet. But I promise you, your mom and I are gonna love you to the stars and back no matter who you turn out to be. I’m gonna call you Mia for now, though.” He kissed Felicity’s stomach softly, humming under his breath at the heat coming from her skin.

**Award: Best Beautiful, Blissful Domestic Olicity Moments**

Clean Slate - @smoakmonster

What happens when Oliver loses his memories of Felicity and William? How will this hurting family heal when he finally returns home from prison and doesn't know who his wife and son are?

This series is based on speculation from the Arrow 7x05 trailer that was released on Nov 5. As such, this short series will start in speculation and will likely shift to canon divergence or even au depending on what happens in the next few episodes. Future tags will be added accordingly.

**Award: Oliver Fighting His Way Back to His Family (Amnesia Tropes Are My Jam!) Award**

@msbeccieboo’s recs:

no heart for me like yours - inlovewithimpossibility

After weeks of chaos following Oliver's release from Slabside, Oliver and Felicity finally have a moment to sit down and discuss how they move forward from here

**Award: Best Gorgeous, Sleepy and Oh-So-Wise Oliver Moment**

Deep Water - @it-was-a-red-heeler

A Season 7 Speculation fic.

**Award: THE BEST S7a Do-Over (also the Delicity We All Deserved)**

At Last - @jesileighs

He hadn’t really even noticed there was a change in Felicity until the chaos died down, and even then it took him a couple of weeks to look past the excuses and the way she brushed off his attempts to talk. When he kissed her she pulled away almost immediately. When he reached for her hands she found a way to keep them busy. When he’d make his way to their bed at night, she would make an excuse to stay up and every morning when he woke up she was already gone from beside him. He told himself they were both readjusting. Things needed time to settle. They’d both been through so much.

**Award: Most Beautiful Reunion That We All Wanted But Never Really Got In Canon**

@smoaking-greenarrow’s recs:

Two - @nodecaff4me

Post Episode 7x07 ficlet about the first hours after Oliver stepped out of the gates of Slabside.

**Award: The Focus on Felicity’s Emotions That Should Have Been in Season Seven**

Renewal - @juliesioux

This first bit leads into the story we might never get and I wanted to explore the loneliness Felicity must have felt and the urgency she would feel to go and find him once she could.

**Award: Epitome of ‘Bigger than the friggin’ universe’**

Learning How to Win - @juvinadelgreko

At the end of Arrow S7, Oliver and Felicity retire from the vigilante life only to be interrupted by the Monitor and Crisis on Infinite Earths.

They deserved better. Here’s my take on what better looks like. Begins shortly after Oliver and Felicity moved into their new home.

**Award: Sweetest Life Win That Olicity Deserves**

No Sex Until There Is Hair - @hope-for-olicity

Oliver shaves his head again and Felicity is NOT a fan.

**Award: Best Felicity Completely Understanding Oliver Moment**

@tangled23works’ recs:

Holding On and Letting Go - @smoaking-greenarrow

Oliver is finally home. But he’s not as close to his wife as he’d like to be. To move past the choices he made, both of them need to get a few things off their chests.

This fic can be enjoyed on its own, but if you’ve read The Longbow Hunters, it can also be read as an epilogue for that story.

**Award: Best And Most Sincere Apology By Oliver Queen**

The Longbow Hunters - @smoaking-greenarrow

Based on the set photos from 7x02 and my imagination :)

**Award: Most Badass Felicity With A Plan**

whenever you’re ready - @alexiablackbriar13

Mia and William from 2040 travel back in time to 2019 to access an uncorrupted version of Archer. Oliver and Felicity investigate a break-in at the bunker only to find their children from the future bickering. Emotional confrontations and conversations ensue.

**Award: Most Heartbreaking, Angsty and Beautiful Family Reunion**

#Arrow #Olicity #olicity tropetastic awards #season 7 trope #season 7 rec list #olicity fanfiction #olicity fic #Oliver Queen #Felicity Smoak

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forbetterorworsefinalspace · 4 years

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Soul Case

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Final Space

Part: 7

Link- 🌌

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While recovering from her injuries, Sheryl's past comes back in a muddle mess. What really happened and what didn't? The world may never know.

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The outbacks of Australia were hot and dusty. The wind blew harshly, pelting Sheryl with dirt specks and sand. The sun over head was broiling and her mouth felt dry. As she walked she passed abandoned vehicles and garbage, almost tripping on an exposed fender.

She licked her lips dryly, trying to shield her eyes from the sun. She didn’t recall how she got here, dad likely dumped her again. Well that was no problem, she just needed to wait for the stars to come out and follow their directions until she could see the Mountain, then trek her way home.

It was just gonna be a while.

As she went Sheryl noted something in the distance, standing on four legs. Cautiously she went closer, finally seeing it for what it was.

A Blue Heeler.

Oh bugger all! She scowled. If there was one thing she hated, it was dogs, and if there was one dog she hated, it was Blue Heelers. Fuckin things!

Almost as if it could hear her thoughts, the dog ran for her, barking and snarling. Sheryl had no time to react as it closed the distance in the blink of an eye, before coming down on her. She yelled as the dog bowled into her, teeth snapping. She kicked, trying to fight back, but she couldn’t get enough power into her hits. Somehow it snapped it jaws onto her head, starting to drag her along the ground.

She screeched, hands scrambling for something to grab onto, when one closed around something sharp. It hurt, but she quickly slashed up at the dog wildly.

It almost seemed to sense the impending attack though, as it let her go and jumped back, growling harshly.

Panting the girl got to her feet, hair a mess and head bleeding. She and the dog had a slight standoff, both snarling at each other and bearing their teeth. It was clear the dog didn’t intent to leave, so Sheryl started to back away. Thankfully it seemed disinterested in following after her now, since she could defend herself.

A few feet away, Sheryl looked down at her hand, finding an old combat knife that she was holding by the blade.

She rectified that and kept going. ……..

It was so bloody hot.

It was sunset and the temperature wasn’t much better. Sheryl stumbled along, wiping sweat and blood from her brow.

Must be 40 degrees out here at least! Odd at this time of day.

As she walked Sheryl stumbled, tried, alone and hungry.

Pull yourself together. Your pathetic.

She tried to stand straighter at the thought.

Sunset turned to twilight, everything blanketed in darkness and the sky a melted orange. The abandoned relics of the past around her were painted in the warm colours. Sheryl stopped by an overturned battle truck, licking her lips dryly. As she leaned against the truck something scuttled over her hand, glancing to it she found a cockroach running around, antennas twitching.

She quickly smash it under her hand and rammed it in her mouth, chewing the crunchy creature apart before swallowing.

Ok, got food, now she just needed water.

Thankfully if there were roaches here then that meant water was close. She went looking, until she located a small muddy puddle with an old tank barrel sticking out of it. She dropped to all fours, drinking out of it like an animal, her hair dipping in around her face and turning brown.

God it was warm, why was it so warm?!

A distal howl sent a chill down Sheryl spine, she sat up to look at her surroundings wildly, before some creatures start to emerge from the wreckage around her.

Dingos.

Sheryl stood, pulling out her knife. She didn’t really stand a chance against these things, not when there were so many! She backed up as more and more Dingos slipped from the darkness. With very little options left Sheryl turned and began to run.

They were right behind her and Sheryl was so focused on getting away, that she didn't really pay attention to where she was going. She was glancing over her shoulder at a sharp set of teeth, when she rushed right over a steep embankment. The world was a tumbling mess of dry dirt, rocks, heat and darkness before she landed in a shallow puddle. Coughing Sheryl got to her hands and knees, shaking when she heard the wild dogs scrambling down the hill towards her.

Where was her knife?! Where was it!?

Her hands splash in the thick, cloudy water for her missing weapon, as it had tumbled out of her hands during the fall. Rocks started skittered down around her as the pack got closer, Sheryl still fruitlessly searching.

BARK! BARK!

Something came from the opposite direction, leaping over Sheryl, much to her shock. She spun around, watching as a new dog started to fight off the Dingos with ease. At first the wild dogs refused to back down, but when it became clear they weren’t going to win, they finally had to retreat.

Yelping and whining the Dingos ran off, tails between their legs.

The dog snorted, shaking his fur out with a snuff before starting to walk back to where he had come from. Sheryl stared after it in disbelief, getting to her hands and knees again when it crossed the puddle to the other side. There the chocolate lab stopped to stare back at her, waiting.

Sheryl shifted, not sure what to do,

Something shimmered below her and Sheryl looked down as her reflection in the mud puddle below her swirled into an ominous shape.

‘Sheryl Goodspeed.’ The figure had deer like horns and a skull face, two burning eyes pierced her soul. Somehow she knew this demons name.

“Oreskis?” She asked in a wheezing, scratchy voice.

‘You need to wake up Sheryl Goodspeed. Your dying.’

Yip! Yip!

Sheryl looked behind her in time to see a tiny Golden puppy bounding up behind her. It jumped on top of her, submerging her face in the mud puddle- -----

“GASP!!” Sheryl’s lungs were full of water and she struggled to find the strength to sit up. She coughed and hacked harshly, shaking away a pair of tiny hands when they tried to help her.

“Mom!” Gary shouted, sounding relieved. “Your awake!”

“A-ar-” Sheryl coughed some more, body wracking heavily. “Are you trying t-to- (COUGH!) Dr-o-own me?!”

She was soaked from her head to toes, her sleep shirt heavy and sticky, even her pants and feet were wet. How much fuckin’ water had that kid poured on her.

“I’m sorry!” Gary said quickly, wringing his hands. “B-but you been sleeping for two days almost and you started talking in your sleep, and your voice was all cracking and you sounded thirsty so I grab a cup and-”

“How long?!” Sheryl looked at him in shock, only to find Gary out of focus, despite being right beside her. In Fact the entire camper was fuzzy…

Wait, confused, vision impaired, soaked even where water wasn’t poured, and the heat from her dreams hadn’t dissipated upon waking. Sheryl swore and forced herself up, despite sleep calling to her like a siren. She yanked her pants down a bit to get access to her injury, pulling off the wrap to find it red and angry.

She grunted. “Well congrats Gary, the wound you gave me is infected…”

“What?!” He looked to her leg quickly. “W-what do we do then?! We can fix this right!?”

“Get my first aid kit from my bag, the big one.” She ordered briskly, pulling on the wound a bit to see it was closing at all. Burned like a mother fucker, but it seemed to be sealing shut.

“This one?!” Gary asked, running back with a large black case.

“Give.”Sheryl took it with a nod. It opened and she pulled out a few different boxes of medical supplies until she came to the bottom. She yanked out something that looked like an air jet gun nozzle, with an empty space at the back and a large needle in front.

She heard Gary whine at the sight of it, but she didn’t look at him. Instead she tried to find the right vile inside the case, she should have multiple of them… She couldn’t read the tiny print, her vision was blurry, and Gary didn’t know what to look for, thankfully though the viles also had brail imprinted into the glass. She ran her fingers over a few before finding the one she wanted.

Rocephin.

She jammed it into the end of the gun, which beeped when the seal to the vile opened properly. She tapped the bubbles out of it, then lined it up to the wound.

Sheryl paused, taking a very, very deep breath, then rammed it into her thigh as hard as she could.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Ahhh!” Gary screamed as well at the sight, before he dropped to the floor, almost fainting.

The gun injected the Rocephin into her once it was needle deep. Faster than the blink of an eye. Still made her vision white, especially around the injury. She pulled it back out, wheezing tightly and shuttering.

"FUCK! FUck! fuck! fuck."

Fuckin’ hell.

“T-there!” Sheryl coughed, blowing her hair out of her face. “All done.” She released the vile and tossed it into the case, then ejected the needle to be tossed in the garbage.

Gary clawed his way back to his knees with the help of the bed blankets. “Your better? Just like that?”

“What? No!” Sheryl glared at him and the boy withered. “Nothing works like that, you idiot. It takes time to recover from anything. Your mistakes never just ‘go’ away.”

“Oh…”

“God knows how much this will take me off track.” Sheryl grumbled. “I have shit to do, this is the last bloody- grah!”

“W-when will you be better?”

“I DON’T FUCKIN’ KNOW!” Sheryl snapped at him. She could see Gary’s blurry form flinch at her tone. She in turn pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to calm down. “Ok...Alright… I’ve done all I can for now. I just need more sleep… and to clean myself up.” She pulled at her sweat soaked shirt. “Go run me a bath if you want to be helpful-”

Gary was gone before she finished.

Sheryl harrumphed.

She wiped her face, thinking about her fever dream. It was a made up mess of things and she wasn’t sure what it meant… but Oreskis was in it and she wasn’t drunk this time… Did that mean he really was real?

She hoped so.

This had better be worth the trouble.

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allimariexf · 5 years

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Arrow 7x16 FULL ON FREAK OUT:

So I think people either loved or hated 7x16, depending on whether or not we are into the Flash Forwards or not. I LOVED IT. And honestly I DON'T KNOW HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO CONTINUE TO LIVE AFTER THAT OPENING.

I don’t have coherent thoughts yet, so here’s just a list of things that murdered me I loved:

WHEN WE SEE IN THE REFLECTION THAT HE LAYS HIS HEAD AGAINST HERS.

"I love you so much." / "I love you so much. I'll love you even more after this baby's out of me." AND HIS SMILE AT FELICITY BEING FELICITY.

AND THE WAY HE KISSES HER HEAD, FOR SOOO LONG! (3x09 parallels my heart!)

AND THE HANDS! THE HANDS! I KNEW ABOUT THE HANDS YET I WAS STILL NOT PREPARED!!

AND THEN THEIR FACES WHEN THEY SEE MIA OH GOD!!!!!!!!!

lots more freakout under the cut!

Meanwhile, NYSSA YAAYYYY (and Katrina Law with prego belly lol)

and yes, obviously this poses a bunch of questions about what happened to Thea and Roy, but I believe (since Roy is clearly a part of the story they’re telling here) that that will be addressed

AND JUST can we please appreciate this that NO MATTER WHAT Felicity had Nyssa by her side all these years!? Like, maybe not living next door, but Nyssa definitely was a regular presence and just WOW. How awesome for both of them. 💗😭💗😭

And CAN WE PLEASE HAVE FELICITY WITH THAT QUASI-2x08 HAIRSTYLE IN THE PRESENT PLEASE!?!? I LOVE IT! I want to see more of it in season 7!!!

I think a lot of people aren’t liking Mia’s attitude? I want to be clear that I LOVE HER!. I do agree that Mia's tantrum at Felicity was a little fast...and super overblown, but whatever. There’s more to the story than we’re seeing. She’s clearly felt isolated her whole life and probably felt a little betrayed by her mom’s secret. We’ll probably find out more about their relationship, but even if we don’t, whatever. It’s a means to an end and I choose to just go with it.

(oh and btw confirmation that Felicity isn’t dead. Big duh. Better confirmation: SHE IS WEARING HER WEDDING RING. 🙌🙌🙌)

The fact that Felicity financed William’s startup is both

not surprising, like we were expecting something like that all along, but also

MURDERING ME WITH FEELS because like he thought she abandoned him 😭 and that he was alone 😭 and that she didn’t care 😭 and like 😭😭😭😭

AND THEN MIA SAYS "Guess she might have been watching over you, after all” and honestly WTF HOW DARE!?!?!?!?!

AND THE FACT THAT WILLIAM HUGS HER AND FORGIVES HER AND CHOOSES TO FIGHT WITH HER IS JUST 😭 And they are really going with this redemption theme in all directions and UGHHHHH it’s not FAIR

OKAY SO I’m going to put a pin in this: "For once in your life, mom, put your family first." because

I DO NOT LIKE THAT.

"Being a hero means choosing other people's safety above your own." I DO NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL.

I DO NOT LIKE WHAT IT SUGGESTS

and I DO NOT LIKE THE LACK OF GROWTH BECAUSE

MOST DEFINITELY THAT IS NOT WHAT BEING A HERO MEANS

I OBJECT

and I think there’s more to it that than, and I know we’ll see it soon, and in short

WAIT AND HOPE 😒

HOWEVER: "Being a hero is my purpose" is FUCKING EVERYTHING THANK YOU, EVERYONE ELSE SIT DOWN

Felicity Smoak is a hero without a mask

a badass since always

a beacon of hope

the heart and soul of Arrow

and this has always been true. Having her say it is just 🙌

Mia saying "What the frack!" YASS! and “I need some air.” just 💗💗💗

Felicity introducing Mia to the riff raff was 100% badass: "This is Mia. These are mine and Oliver's impeccable genetics." just the perfect blend of sass, wit, pride (in her daughter), and (I think) pride in her and Oliver 😍 Could not have been more perfect.

FELICITY IN THE FIELD WITH THE TEAM, WITH HER CHILDREN!? Just go ahead and murder me some more, okay??? 😭 And Felicity in the green mask. And all three of them being so fucking badass. And such a good team.

“Overwatch. No one’s called me Overwatch in a very long time.” 😩😭😩😭

also William handing Felicity down the stairs is such an Oliver move and OH GOD MY EMOTIONS!

WHAT A FAMILY! The Queen (Smoak-Clayton) Clan IN THE FIELD 😱😱😱 CAN YOU IMAGINE WHEN (yes, when) WE FINALLY GET OLIVER TO COMPLETE THE LINE-UP!?!? I WILL DIE.

And finally, I just need a very big moment of appreciation for when Felicity says: "There's always another way."

BECAUSE I CANNOT HELP IT I AM A SUCKER FOR RECURRING THEMES AND THAT ONE IS MY FAVORITE

Felicity as the one who showed Oliver that there’s another way, and then her way became his way, and that hope, that optimism, IT IS AN ESSENTIAL PART OF THEM 😩😩😩

HERE IS THE LINK (go to it and “like” it because @clarissa-adelefairchild makes the absolute best Olicity clips and we should show our appreciation) and at 1:48 she says “There is another way” and then at 2:18 she says THE THING 😭💗😭💗

also bonus, William and Felicity being awesome partners!! 😭 and Mia’’s line: “Oh good, now there are two of you” 😂

And then the final scene with Mia and Felicity.....................YALL. I CANNOT SPEAK OF IT. Just 😭😭😭😭😭😭

So anyway, to wrap up, my very loose, not-thoroughly-vetted spec for the rest of the flash forwards this season (contains spec and spoilers):

I do not believe Oliver is dead, at all. The way they speak of him in 7x16 (in the present tense, without any “reverence” that you would reserve for a fallen hero, etc.) only make me more certain of this.

furthermore, I don’t think there’s much of a mystery as far as Oliver is concerned in the future. I think it’s only a mystery to the audience. Again, no one seems particularly concerned about him in the future.

this leads me to believe that he’s alive, but that people have made “mental peace” with his status. I think this means he’s thought to be either a) EVIL or b) CRAZY and that he might be believed to be locked up or in some other way neutralized.

but I also believe that that’s UNTRUE and only what Oliver and Felicity want people to believe; I think they’re working on something together, whether taking down Galaxy One or something even bigger.

BTW I still think most of this episode tracks with this spec.

my main question being that, if Galaxy One and the Ninth Circle are basically the same, then it wouldn’t make sense for Felicity to have said that “this is not about Oliver.” So...questions remain. We’ll definitely find out sooner rather than later.

So coming up with have the Canaries episode, where we’ll possibly wrap up Black Siren’s storyline...which would explain her absence in the future.

and everyone wants to know WHERE IS JOHN DIGGLE: well, I predict John’s upcoming episode (Spartan - is it 7x19? I think?) is when we’ll finally see him in the future, I think. Bit clearly he has something to do with the anti-Argus group, and clearly that will stem directly from the 7x19 storyline that will deal with John/Lyla/Argus/Ben Turner/baby Connor/John’s dad??

and everyone also wants to know WHERE IS THEA: and I think we’ll definitely get answers to that as well, when we dig further in to Roy’s storyline.

I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHERE THIS IS GOING, YALL. I still have my fears. I still have many lingering questions. BUT I HAVE FAITH IN THE PLAN!

YEEEEEEEEEEESH THIS WAS LONG. gonna tag a few who might care?

@ixxmcmxciv @lucyyh @msbeccieboo @faegal04 @dmichellewrites @tangled23works @babblingblondegenius @jules85 @it-was-a-red-heeler @blondeeoneexox

#arrow #arrow meta #arrow 7x16 #olicity #olicity meta #my meta #arrow review #arrow 7x16 review #my thoughts #oh dear #so long #top posts

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Fanfiction: Dog Teeth (Bluey)

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“Come on, Bingo! Pull!”

“I am, Bluey!”

It wasn’t uncommon to hear joyful laughing and squealing coming from the Heeler backyard, especially when close family paid a visit. The source of the noises of merriment this time was Bluey and Bingo engaged in a fierce Tug-O-War with their young cousin Socks. The 2-year-old Heeler had a tight grip on the rope and was not letting up.

“‘Atta girl, Socks!” called her father, Stripe.

Chilli, Bluey’s mom, was astounded. “For going against kids twice her size, Socks is hangin’ tough.”

“Yeah, she’ll drag me round the room askin’ for dinner every night. Isn’t she something?” Stripe couldn’t keep pride out of his voice.

“This...is something,” said Chilli, continuing to watch.

Bluey felt a tickle in her nose. She sniffed but it only grew in intensity. “Ah…ahhhh…"

“Bluey, no!” said Bingo, feeling the rope slipping in her paws.

“AH-CHOO!” Bluey's sneeze blew her backwards, and Socks gave a mighty tug. It shocked Bingo so much that she was dragged to the turf by it, ending their match decisively.

“Hooray!” cheered Stripe and Socks’ big sister Muffin.

“Bless you!” said Chilli.

“Aw, biscuits!” Bingo grumbled.

“Kids!” said Bandit from his post on the grill. “Sausages are ready!”

All the Heelers disappeared into the house, except for Socks who continued chewing on the rope in earnest. It was so much fun to chew that she didn’t even notice anyone had left until she felt herself being hoisted by Bluey.

“Let’s go, Socks,” she grunted, carrying her cousin inside, rope trailing behind them all the way.

+++

BLUEY: “This episode of Bluey is called 'Dog Teeth.'”

+++

All were gathered up on the balcony at the picnic table, with the kids congregating at their own table. Sausages and trimmings were distributed generously and thus the feast began. As Bingo chomped her sausage, she noticed Socks seemed more interested in chewing on the rope than eating.

“Uncle Stripe?” she asked after swallowing her bite. “Why is Socks still playing Tug-O-War?”

All the adults couldn’t help but chuckle. “Socks ate before we arrived, so we brought that so she’d have something to do at the table.” Stripe turned to Bandit and Chilli. “She’s teething,” he said, and they nodded.

“What’s teething?” Bingo asked.

“Well,” said Bluey, pointing to the sharp incisors she had. “You know how your dog teeth got in your mouth? They grew there!”

“That’s…one way to put it, dear,” Chilli said before turning to Bingo. “It’s a bit of a sore process so a toy to chew takes the toddler’s mind off the pain for a while.”

“A dog’s teeth are his pride and joy,” said Bandit.

“Really?” Bluey asked.

“You bet!” said Stripe, standing up.

Chilli and Trixie shared a look. “Here they go,” they said.

“Our special sharp dog teeth show we’re tough,” Stripe continued, flexing his arm. “If you keep 'em shiny and pointy, you can protect your family from anything.”

“The mark of a real dog’s dog, passed down from our ancestors,” said Bandit, rising up himself. “With our pearly whites…”

“We win the fight!” Stripe finished.

The two slammed their paws on the table and growled. “Grrrrrrrrr!”

All the kids showed their appreciation by hooting and hollering aplenty and Bandit and Stripe joined in. The womenfolk rolled their eyes.

“You two are full of yourselves,” Trixie laughed. “That’s so outdated.”

“No one even needs dog teeth anymore,” Chilli concurred.

“Says you,” said Bandit. “What if one day I just wanna bite something?”

“And when has that day ever come in the thousands of times I’ve heard that excuse?” Chilli asked.

Bandit paused. He knew she had him there. “Er…i-it’ll come! I’ve kept ‘em ‘cause I know I’ll need ‘em.” He crossed his arms and stuck his snout in the air.

“I know!” said Bluey. “Let’s find a reason for Dad to use his dog teeth.”

“Yeah!” Bingo cheered. They hopped down and dashed away.

“‘Atta girls!” Bandit cheered. “See? Dog teeth can be useful and I don’t even have to prove it.”

“This can only end well,” Chilli sighed.

+++

The first stop was the fence where they could see Lucky’s dad Pat lounging in his backyard, sipping a cold beverage.

“Lucky’s dad?” Bluey called out.

Pat peeked out of his sunglasses and waved at them. “Bluey! Bingo! How’s it hangin’?”

“Good!” said Bingo. “Could we ask you something?”

Pat got up and walked to the fence. “Yeah, no worries. What’s up?”

“We’re trying to find out what you can use dog teeth for,” Bluey explained.

“You've used your dog teeth before, right?” asked Bingo.

“Sure have. In fact, I got a great story. Bingo, you’re gonna play Janelle.”

Bingo jumped for joy. “Yay, play story!”

“And Bluey, you’ll be this big meanie.”

“Ooh, okay! Who will you be, Lucky’s dad?”

Pat climbed over the fence and tumbled into the Heeler’s backyard. “I’ll be me, of course! Now, hold my hand, Bingo.” Bingo ran over and took Pat’s paw. “Check it- it was back in college, you see, and me and Janelle were at a party for the cricket World Cup final. We were dancing.” Pat began humming a danceable tune and shook his tail to the beat. Bingo danced along too, giggling all the while. “Then suddenly, this big meanie comes over and says ‘I can dance better than you can!’”

Bluey walked up and pointed at Pat. “I can dance better than you can!”

Pat crossed his arms. “So I said, ‘Hey, shove off, mate! She’s here with me.’”

Bluey grabbed Bingo’s hand. “Come on, babe, let’s party!”

“And so…I flashed my teeth at him.” Pat crouched down to Bluey’s level and growled at her playfully.

“Eeeek! Sharp dog teeth!” Bluey squealed.

“Then I chased him around the party!” said Pat, and he and Bluey proceeded to run around the backyard for a spell before he tackled her and they fell to a heap, laughing until their bellies ached. “The end,” he panted.

“Hooray!” Bluey and Bingo cheered.

“Good story, Pat!” called Bandit from the balcony. “Your dog teeth showed that meanie what for!” Pat gave Bandit a thumbs-up as they all stood up.

“Do you still scare meanies away with your dog teeth?” Bluey asked.

Pat rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, I don’t. I don’t have ‘em anymore.”

“What?” Bandit exclaimed, surprising the lot. “You still had ‘em when we graduated! You still owe me for biting my tail at the ceremony!”

Bluey and Bingo giggled. Everyone turned to look at Pat and a little shade of red shone through his yellow coat. “Tell us that story!” said Bluey.

“Er…oop! Lucky’s calling me. See ya!” And Pat was back over the fence before anyone could say another word.

“I guess his dog teeth weren’t that important after college,” said Chilli.

“He never even bit the bloke!” Bandit groused. “How’s a dog like him who I’ve known for years not have his teeth?”

Ding-dong!

“I’ll get it,” said Bandit, and Bluey followed after.

“Bingo, before you run off,” Trixie called, “can you help us wash up lunch?”

Bingo waved back. “Okay, aunt Trixie!”

+++

When Bandit answered the door, a bushy black and white Border Collie was standing there. “Oh, Josh!"

"Hey, Bandit," said Mackenzie's dad, "could you give me a jump? My car won’t start.”

“Oh, yeah, sure thing, mate."

“Oh, Mackenzie’s dad?” Bluey asked as they went down the stairs into the front yard.

“Yeah?”

“I’m trying to figure out what you can use dog teeth for.” She looked over and saw her dad heading to the garage. After she saw him disappear inside, she turned back. “I think dad’s worried that his don’t have a use anymore.”

“Gotcha,” nodded Josh. “Well, I did have a use for them. At my last job, in fact.”

“What did you do?”

“I was a sheep herder for a big farm back in New Zealand, so I had to make sure the sheep didn’t wander off in the pasture.”

“Did you show them your dog teeth?” Bluey asked, showing hers to him.

“Sometimes. I’d even bark at ‘em. But if they wouldn’t listen, I’d have to pick ‘em up by their scruff and bring ‘em back in line. Here, I can show you if you’d like.”

Bluey’s tail wagged. “Yeah! Can I be the sheep?”

“Right-o! Here we go.”

Bluey felt a gentle pinch at the back of her neck as she was hoisted up into the air. “Baa!” she bleated, wiggling around.

“Come on, cheeky sheep!” said Josh through a full mouth. He trotted around the yard with Bluey laughing the whole way, then he sauntered over to the porch and set Bluey down gently on the steps. “Just like that. My dog teeth helped me get a grip through all that wool.”

“Hee-hee! That was fun!” Bluey cheered. “So do you still pick sheep up and carry them about?”

“Not really. I got a different job when we moved here, and once Mackenzie came along, I wasn’t doin’ much herding. So I got rid of the dog teeth.”

“What?!”

They both jumped. Bandit was back, looking upset again. “You don’t have your teeth either? I thought you still had sheep.”

“Only a couple. And you've been to my house. Camn't wander much in my backyard, eh?”

“Ugh, not again!” Bluey grumbled. She trudged inside and shut the door behind her.

Josh stared and couldn't speak for a moment. “W-was it somethin’ I said?”

Bandit sighed. “Don’t worry about it, okay? Let’s get your ute goin’.” As he slung the jumper cables over his shoulder, he was beginning to feel his own dog teeth in his mouth. He knew he cleaned his teeth well that morning but it felt like something was there that shouldn’t be. If his friends didn’t keep their dog teeth, where did that leave him?

+++

Along the way to the playroom, Bluey ran into Stripe.

“How’d it go at the door?” he asked.

“Mackenzie’s dad doesn’t have his dog teeth either,” said Bluey.

“That’s weird. Josh always seemed like a rough and tumble kinda dog.”

Bluey tapped her foot and looked down. “I think dad’s more worried now than when I started.”

“Ya know, back when me and your dad were kids, every guy kept their dog teeth. Your grandpa Bob even told us we weren’t real dogs unless we had ‘em.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Stripe nodded, kneeling down. “Every day, he’d tell us when we cleaned our teeth. Wanted us to be able to ‘fight for our future wives’ as he called it. Your aunt Trixie likes to tell me how ridiculous he was, and maybe he was. But you know who always listened to grandpa Bob?”

“Who?”

“Rad. If anyone tried to be the dog grandpa Bob wanted us to be, it was him.”

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Bluey dashed out of the room.

“Uh, where are you going?” said Stripe, running after.

“Let’s FaceyTime uncle Rad!”

+++

The little spinny thing on the screen spun and spun as the tablet worked its internet magic.

“This’ll settle it once and for all,” Stripe said.

“And I can make dad feel better!” Bluey agreed.

The spinny thing went away and a split second later, Radley, the eldest Heeler brother appeared, a towel covering his usual poofy hair apart from his yellow cowlick. “Hello?” he greeted.

“Uncle Rad!” said Bluey, tail wagging.

Radley smiled and waved at them. “Bluey! Stripe! What’s up?”

“You look like mum out of the shower!” Bluey giggled.

“I just got out of it,” he said, patting his towel bun. “This is how I dry my hair. So what’s new?”

“Well, we’d like to ask you something-”

“Bluey!” called Bandit, closing the front door. “Where’d you go?”

“In here!” She waved him over.

“Bandy! It’s Rad! We’re gonna ask him about his dog teeth,” said Stripe.

“Oh, you beauty!” Bandit bounded over and bent over into the camera frame. “So Rad, spill it. Been tryin’ to find someone who thinks dog teeth are still useful and I know you’re the dogliest dog of us all.”

Radley rubbed the back of his neck. “Heh, ya don’t say.”

“You must still have your dog teeth. Shiny and pointy, eh?” Bluey asked.

“Yeah, you got ‘em, right?” said Stripe, leaning into the screen. Bluey followed and soon, all three of them took up the entire camera frame.

Radley was taken aback. “Um, er…no. I don’t got ‘em.”

Bluey, Bandit, and Stripe were so gobsmacked, they lost their balance and faceplanted on the coffee table, knocking the tablet off its perch.

Radley winced upon suddenly seeing his family tumble, then seeing nothing but the Heeler’s ceiling onscreen. “Uh, you okay?”

Bandit propped himself and the tablet up first. “What?!” he shouted. “You were daddy’s boy! You made us keep our teeth clean because he told you to!”

“I’ve been using the expensive toothpaste for years!” Stripe said with a smirk.

“W-well, I’ve just come to realize I was pushy about that stuff. When you think about it, it’s kinda silly dad thought only a couple of teeth made you dogly.” Radley held his arm aloft and flexed it, showing the muscle it had. “I’ve got other ways of showing that.”

“Silly?!” Bandit howled. “This is outrageous! It’s like they don’t mean anything to anyone anymore!” And Bandit stormed off, grumbling and muttering incoherently.

“Whoa, big bro!” said Stripe, chasing after Bandit.

“Aww, I made it worse,” said Bluey, her ears drooping.

“...I think I’m missing something here,” said Radley.

“I tried to find a use for dog teeth so dad could feel better about his. Lucky’s dad doesn’t have his anymore, and Mackenzie’s dad doesn’t either.” Bluey rested her arms on the counter and plopped her head on them. “I couldn’t help dad.”

“It’s okay, Bluey. You did your best, but I think this is something your dad has to handle on his own.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s something your grandpa Bob instilled in us when we were kids. Sometimes it’s just hard for people to break out of what they’re used to hearin’. But if you let him know you love him, with or without the teeth, that’ll bring him around.”

Bluey rose out of her pout. “Are you sure?”

“You bet, squirt,” Radley nodded. “I learned it’s not your teeth that make you, it’s your heart.”

Bluey smiled at that.

“You should put that on a t-shirt, Rad,” said Trixie. Bluey turned around. She, Chilli, Bingo, and Socks were coming down the stairs.

“Mum!”

“Come on, let’s go cheer up your dad.”

+++

When Stripe and Bandit reached the backyard, the elder Heeler was still muttering to himself.

“Right,” said Stripe, stopping in his tracks. “I was playing along at first, but you’re actually torn up about this, aren’t ya?”

Bandit slowed to a halt, and his shoulders slumped. He then sat down and hugged his knees. Stripe padded over slowly and took a seat next to his brother.

“I know it’s a silly thing, and I know having no teeth suits me mates better. But…I dunno. I like how I look with my dog teeth, they make me feel tough.”

“They remind you of dad,” Stripe observed.

Bandit nodded. “Yeah. See right through me.” They sat there for a moment, watching birds flutter by. “I just…d’ya reckon he’d be disappointed in me if I did get rid of ‘em?”

“I think he’d say ‘Ya can’t count on me for that, Bandy.’”

The two Heelers laughed for a little bit at Stripe’s impression and by the time they calmed down, they were wiping tears from their eyes.

Bandit sighed and stood up. Stripe did as well. “Thanks, little brother,” Bandit said.

“No worries, big brother.” Stripe placed a hand on Bandit’s shoulder. “Whatever ya do, just know I love ya.”

Bandit smiled. “Me too.”

When Bluey, Bingo, Chili, and Trixie made it to the back porch, Stripe and Bandit were standing by the tree, locked in a hug.

Chilli stepped onto the stairs but Bluey held a hand out to stop her. “What’s up, Bluey?” she asked.

“Just like uncle Rad said,” Bluey responded, smiling. “Dad figured it out himself.”

Bandit broke the hug when he felt a tug at his leg. Looking down, he saw Socks holding out her rope, her growing dog teeth showing in her smile. “Play tug, unca Bandy?”

Bandit picked up the little pup and suddenly, his dog teeth felt right at home, like they always were. “You bet, mate.”

#bluey #fanfiction #aj tries to write #bingo heeler #bandit heeler #stripe heeler #socks heeler #trixie heeler #chilli heeler #radley heeler #mackenzie's dad #pat bluey #lucky's dad #fluff

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - September 7th, 2018

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

And So The Adventure Begins multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Felicity spent her first year of college focused solely on her studies. In year two, with the convincing of her best friends Iris and Sara, she lets her hair down a bit. Oliver spent his first year partying with his wingman Tommy and living up to the status that came with his last name. He realizes he should buckle down focus on the most important part: actual school. Oliver and Felicity meet, and even though they are on different ends of the spectrum, they don't realize that they can each bring out hidden parts of one another. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15800025/chapters/36771018

Pieces of Always multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

10 Rules of Rebounding multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Oliver and Felicity start a sex relationship as rebounds for each other. What’s supposed to be just fun, soon gets complicated when it turns out that their work lives collide, Robert Queen fears their sexual relationship could threaten his company and an ex comes back into the play. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15403404/chapters/35749620

Let's Make a Plan by who_seeks_shall_find - Felicity had a stalker when Oliver was in prison. The crazy person sent awful messages and made weird phone calls. After another letter Felicity and John were talking about how to caught the person. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15817560

Deep Water multi-chapter WIP by @it-was-a-red-heeler - A Season 7 Speculation fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15081917/chapters/34968092

Lonely With You multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - Felicity meets Oliver at a frat party in college and interrupts him from making a big mistake. Oliver is intrigued by the dark haired, beautiful genius with a tough exterior. Felicity is charmed by the broody jock that everyone seems to be a little bit afraid of. Feelings, angst, fluff, and all that goooooood stuff. College AU because it's the week to celebrate this trope on tumblr with our Trope-tastic Awards ;) https://archiveofourown.org/works/15706710/chapters/36505428

P.S. Hong Kong: Was it Real?!? multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue for Olicity trope-tastic award: Fake Marriage - This is off season 3 Flashbacks. When Tommy goes to Hong Kong he doesn’t go alone he takes his friend Felicity as the best information system being to help him locate Oliver Queen. Tommy may leave empty handed but Felicity gets to be a bride… https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025697/chapters/34832747

Soulmates multi-chapter WIP by @bri206 - What happens when Oliver and Felicity wake up in the past with no idea how they got there? They will have to relive their past lives and maybe find an ally or two to get back to their present. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15466416/chapters/35903511

Plan B by who_seeks_shall_find - Felicity's stalker is caught although Oliver doesn't like the way everything plays out. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15828210

Home To You multi-chapter WIP by @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl - Oliver Queen has never done what his family expected of him. He took a gap year after high school instead of going to college right away. He quit his fraternity sophomore year to join the student newspaper, switching his major from business to journalism. He became a photojournalist for a wire service instead of taking a place at Queen Consolidated. He went missing after six months instead of coming home for his sister’s twenty-first birthday. He survived five years of captivity in a war zone when everyone thought he was dead. He came home. But home didn’t have a place for him in it anymore. His parents were both dead, casualties of their own mistakes and a city they had turned against them. His sister was all grown up, the CEO of Queen Consolidated with a fiancé and a dog and a life of her own. Oliver didn’t belong in his old life, but there was nowhere else for him to go. He was a man without a home, without any way of finding one, until he stopped by the IT department of his sister’s company to get files off an old, battered memory card, and found a woman with curly blonde hair and bright, intelligent eyes chewing on a bright red pen and swearing at a computer screen. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12613188/chapters/28734552

Queen vs Queen multi-chapter WIP by @muslimsmoak - Felicity Mignonette Renaldi Smoak has been handling being a princess pretty well so far. After all, she did only find out at the ripe young age of 15. Now, she is 21 and ready to take the throne of Genovia after being under the tutelage of her aunt. But there’s only one thing in her way, wait, actually two. Two things in her way: Oliver Queen, the hot young bachelor she danced with the night of her homecoming ball, who neglected to mention that he’s after her crown alongside his uncle Malcolm Merlyn, and the fact that she has to marry within 30 days if she wants to be Queen. Ray Palmer, Duke of Keystone is sweet, sensitive, intelligent and kind and seems like the perfect choice. But marrying and falling in love are two different things. A Princess Diaries AU https://archiveofourown.org/works/15808065/chapters/36794172

She's Not Here by who_seeks_shall_find - Felicity hated to see William crying. He's scared of forgetting his biological mom. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15837069

I'm Worried by who_seeks_shall_find - Felicity and Oliver have a lot to talk about. It's time for a late-night conversation. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15626976

Wasted Time Part 2 by @lostolicityscenes - Very sexy Olicity times! https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/177546910441/wasted-time-part-2

I See the Light by @smkkbert - After being grounded for dyeing her hair pink, Felicity cannot to go the fair and see the fireworks at the annual fair in Starling City. For Sara Diggle it’s a clear case! Magic hair that got her locked up and doesn’t allow her to see the lights? - That’s the story of Rapunzel, and someone has to free her from the witch’s tower. http://smkkbert.tumblr.com/post/177561036750/i-see-the-light

Finding Felicity multi-chapter WIP by @lynn8828 - After Lian Yu blew, Oliver searches for his friends and loved ones on the island. This is an AU versions of what happened when Oliver found everyone after the explosions. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15538641/chapters/36071301

The Queen's Mage multi-chapter WIP by @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl - Words have power, and mages, those with the aptitude to draw on that power, are few in number. Thus, their services are highly sought after by anyone who has exhausted all mundane means of solving whatever problem is plaguing them. Felicity is reminded of this fact the hard way when she is hired by Moira Queen, the Lady Starling, to find and return to her son Oliver, who fled his family home five years ago following the death of his father. With a threat hanging over her should she return without Robert Queen's heir, Felicity begins her search. When she finds Oliver, and ends up joining his vigilante crusade while she waits for him to decide whether to return home, the last thing she expects to do is fall in love with him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14617068/chapters/33781269

Too Much or Not Enough by @allimariexf - He waited for her to acknowledge him. When she looked up, though, his stomach dropped at her cool expression. “Hey.” She looked away after having met his eyes for a bare moment. Oliver blinked at her in confusion, watching her face for signs, but she continued her research as if he weren’t sitting there. He huffed out an uncomfortable laugh. “Felicity….”She wrenched her eyes away from her monitor and met his gaze with calm equilibrium. “Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Queen?” https://archiveofourown.org/works/15859746

Elizabeth Grace Smoak multi-chapter WIP by @lynn8828 - What if Felicity and Oliver briefly had met before he got on the Gambit? Despite her best efforts, Felicity was unable to get in contact with the famous Oliver Queen after having a one night stand with him and getting pregnant with his child. After raising their child for five years after finding out that Oliver died on the Gambit, she finds out he is alive and knows that she needs to tell him about their daughter. But will he believe her? AMAZING STORY!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/13639371/chapters/31322715

Life's All About Changes multi-chapter WIP by Crazyreader2468 - After agreeing to plead guilty to being the Green Arrow in order to get FBI assistance in capturing Diaz, Oliver finds himself in a supermax, a maximum security federal prison, serving a life sentence. As he struggles to become accustomed to life in prison, his family, friends, and teammates struggle to live without him, as well as continually attempting to find a way to get him pardoned. Will they succeed in obtaining a pardon and will Oliver survive until they do? Mostly AU from right before the ending of episode 6 x 22 and after most of 6 x 23. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14936172

I Want You To Be Happy by who_seeks_shall_find - William asks his dad if he wants to give his mantle to his son. Oliver doesn't know what to answer. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15871896

The Paths We Take multi-chapter WIP by griever11 - Rival CEOs AU. Felicity Smoak, CEO and founder of her own company, is trying to prove herself in the cutthroat world of the technology industry among the other bigwigs in the game. Oliver Queen, recently back from the dead is trying to prove to the world that he's no longer the same man-child who went down on the Queen's Gambit and is finally worthy of his family's legacy. Both equally formidable names in the corporate world. And both with a long, complicated history with each other that no one but themselves are privy to. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15314133/chapters/35530296

The Two of You Are My Life by who_seeks_shall_find - Felicity has been in Vegas to visit her mother. She is excited to come back to her boys. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15873093

A Series of Dates multi-chapter WIP by @alexiablackbriar13 - Oliver Queen is in love with Felicity Smoak. Felicity Smoak is in love with Oliver Queen. It takes four dates, and the help of Oliver's loyal service dog, Hunter, for them to realise that they're forever destined to be something more than just friends. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13130304/chapters/30036912

Hi, Dad by who_seeks_shall_find - Felicity makes a phone call to her dad. She needs someone to talk to and she thinks her dad is going to understand. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15875026

And I Wonder (If You Wonder About Me Too) multi-chapter complete by @charlie-leau - When Felicity was eight years old, her father tucked her to bed. He read her a bedtime story and bid her goodnight. When she woke up the next day, he was gone. She never heard from him again. Heartbroken, Felicity decided not to let anyone in, ever again. She just couldn’t bring herself to trust anyone. That was until she met Ray Palmer. She fell for him, he fell for her but she still expected him to leave her. He didn’t. They got married and they were happy for a while. But deep down, she still expected him to leave her. Little did she know that she’d be the one leaving him in the end. https://archiveofourown.org/works/5899057/chapters/13599040

Arrow: Mastering a Legacy multi-chapter WIP - An alternative season six featuring romance, family, OTA, the expanded team, the expected Star City chaos, and a few new villains. Chapter 1: Eye of the Hurricane by @bowssmoakandarrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/14695197/chapters/37018383#workskin

It's Not True by who_seeks_shall_find - Oliver knows something is bothering William. Felicity encourages Oliver to talk to his son. Finally, William brings up something that he hasn't told his parents yet. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15626916

Whiskey and Romance multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Felicity Smoak gets the opportunity of a lifetime to compete for the hand of Prince Tommy Merlyn. She is taken from her normal mundane Vegas life and is soon swept up into a lifestyle full of nobles, drama, obligations and chaos. All the while trying to stay afloat, someone else begins to win her heart, Tommy’s best friend, Oliver Queen. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14441952/chapters/33357156

They Shouldn't Have Been There by who_seeks_shall_find - When Oliver came back from prison, the press started harassing his family even more eagerly than before. Oliver is ready to take actions when paparazzi harass William at school. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15897414

My Thoughts on You multi-chapter WIP by rachelrenalove -Felicity Smoak is sure of 3 things: 1. She's a badass and she is damn good at what she does. 2. She hates the man in the green hood. 3. Oliver Queen is a pain in her ass and she cannot wait until the day she can quit her job at Queen Consolidated. Or Felicity Smoak goes undercover at Queen Consolidated and meets Oliver Queen. She quickly realizes that she doesn't like him and wishes she was never chosen for this mission. Outside of QC, she is dealing with her hatred towards the man in the green hood that has found out exactly which buttons of hers to press in order to piss her off. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15089954/chapters/34989344

If I Tremble multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - A collection of prompts and ficlets, with all the smut! Olicity sexy times are the best times. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15409122/chapters/35762643

I'll Be Your Daydream multi-chapter WIP by @beinmyheart - Snapshots of moments and conversations between Felicity and Oliver in Hide Away 'Verse https://archiveofourown.org/works/15882867/chapters/37008999

Oliver the (Divorce) Lawyer multi-chapter WIP @someonesaidcake - Black tie, white shirt, grey suit... when Oliver put them on that chilly December morning, he hadn't planned on meeting her. 'Her' being Felicity Smoak, the sassy dark haired college student and daughter of his (only) client. This should be fun... https://archiveofourown.org/works/14823708/chapters/34304472

Killer Frost Smoak multi-chapter Complete by @tdgal1 - Felicity is with Barry during the particle accelerator and becomes Killer Frost. How does she handle this and does she tell Oliver? http://archiveofourown.org/works/8654356/chapters/19846777

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

A Parenting Manual by who_seeks_shall_find - Sometimes bribery and making your son feel guilty are needed to keep him at home. Oliver and Felicity want to spend time with their son although William has other plans. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15907647

In Starling Green multi-chapter WIP by @writewithurheart - Robin Hood AU. Lord Oliver Queen has spent the last ten years in self-imposed exile, fighting in the Holy Wars. Finally at peace with himself, he returns home with his squire, Roy Harper, at his side, but the home he remembers is not the one he finds. Oliver must find a way to reorient himself within Nottingham and Starling before he gets himself into trouble, the kind of trouble that takes the shape of some starving villagers and a beautiful blonde with a big heart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11132355/chapters/24843060

Arrow: Mastering a Legacy multi-chapter WIP - An alternative season six featuring romance, family, OTA, the expanded team, the expected Star City chaos, and a few new villains. Chapter 2: Take Me Out to the Ball Game by @olicitysmoaky https://archiveofourown.org/works/14695197/chapters/37018383#workskin

The Donor multi-chapter WIP by @spaztronautwriter - Felicity Smoak has always dreamed of being a mother and she isn't going to let a little thing like men stop her from making that dream come true. Having a baby by herself might just be biting off a little more than she can chew, but one way or the other it's about to change her whole life. LOVE THIS SO MUCH! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11099361

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Freedom

Part 4

Felicity was floating in and out of time sequences, an infinity that at one moment caught her and took her to the edges of consciousness. Then she felt as if she was falling, dropping down through a phalanx of clouds made of taffy. They seemed to slap at her, conforming to her head and face as they threatened to suffocate her in a confectionous embrace.

“…felicity…mom…”

She heard a tiny voice reaching for her, calling out like a desperate cry, a pleading that tried to penetrate her heart. Felicity knew she should try to answer it, but she began to feel that there was safety in the clouds her mind had built around her. She let the voice go and focused on spiraling down into nowhere, into nothing.

Then reality snapped back into place as her senses returned with the suddenness of a rain squall. She tried to open her eyes, tried to take a breath, but it felt like a ton of raindrops had hit her, making it hard to see and breathe.

Ricardo Diaz stepped back from the chair Felicity was zip-tied to, dropping the bucket of water he had used to bring Felicity back to consciousness. It clattered to the hard-packed dirt floor beneath him and rolled to a stop against a thick, wooden pillar.

“Wakey, wakey,” Diaz called out. “It’s time to pay the piper.”

The water that Diaz threw on Felicity had drenched her head, rolling down her face and down to the rest of her body, soaking her body and bringing a chill. Finally, Felicity was able to open her eyes and look at her surroundings.

The first thing she saw was Diaz standing in front of her, filling her vision with his evil presence. In his right hand was a large gun. In his left was an even bigger knife. A leering grin animated his rough face as he stared back at Felicity with contained mirth.

“I hope you got a good rest,” he said to Felicity. “You’re going to need it. All three of you are.”

Felicity heard frantic movement next to her and she turned to her right and saw William similarly zip-tied to a chair. There was desperation in his eyes as he looked back at her.

“What is he going to do to us,” William asked? “He…he’s hurting my dad.”

Diaz stepped out of Felicity’s line of site and her heart screamed out at what his bulk was hiding from her.

Oliver was handcuffed onto another large wooden pillar. There were four lanterns positioned on the floor around him, illuminating him like a scene from hell. The lanterns were the only source of light in the space they were in. And in that light, Felicity saw multiple cuts in Oliver’s chest and around his shoulders as he stood before her. Diaz had stripped him down to his underwear, and Felicity could only stare at Oliver’s wounds as they bled, sending rivulets of blood running down the rest of his body.

“You bastard…” Felicity lashed out at Diaz.

“Yeah,” Diaz acknowledged. “I am that.” He moved over to Oliver and raised the knife in his hand. As if he was drawing a picture, Diaz ran his knife below the scar of Oliver’s Bratva tattoo. A red line etched itself into Oliver’s skin. A grimace ran across Oliver’s face, but he made no sound.

“Stop!” Felicity cried out. “Why…”

“Oh, I’m only getting started, “ Diaz told her.

William began to whimper next to Felicity. He had seen his father’s scars before but seeing scars in the making---that was beyond him.

Felicity wanted to reach out and hold William, but her arms were securely bound to her chair. At that moment, she caught Oliver’s eye. He was looking at her almost calmly, as if being tortured was nothing more than an annoyance to him.

“So you have some metal to you,” Diaz said. “Yeah, you’ve been hacked on before. But if I can’t make you scream in pain, I think I know what will.”

Oliver shifted his gaze to Diaz. Having dealt with his kind before, Olive knew that these supervillains liked to gloat over their ingenuity, over how they were going to hurt their victims. So, he attempted to distract Diaz. “What is this place,” he asked? “Where are we?”

True to form, Diaz paused in his evil intentions. “Do you like it? This used to be the Santasista Silver Mine. It played out back in the mid 1970’s.” He gestured at the space around them. “This is one of several shafts dug into the mountain above us. We are almost a mile down, a perfect spot for your demise, no?”

Oliver did not respond, but he used the short time Diaz deviated from his torture to focus on a plan that was starting to grow like a seed in his mind.

Diaz turned away from Oliver and addressed Felicity. “You know, I just had a thought.” He moved over to her chair and stepped around it, standing behind her. He reached down with his knife and cut the zip-tie securing her hands. “I think maybe you should do the honors,” he said to her.

Felicity’s arms fell away from the chair. They were numb and tingling from the tightness of the plastic bindings.

Suddenly, Diaz pulled her out of the chair and onto her feet. He shifted the knife, turning it around and handing it to Felicity. “I want you to take this and cut your husband.”

Felicity gaped at Diaz, at the impossible demand he had placed in her hands. “You are out of you mind,” she told him.

Diaz chuckled in response. “You are probably right. But I’m having so much fun.” He gestured at her with the gun in his other hand. “Cut him,” he ordered her.

“No,” Felicity defiantly responded.

Diaz lost his good humor. Anger clouded his face, revealing the poison in him that made him who he was. He moved his gun away from Felicity and pointed it at William. “Cut your husband, or I will shoot your kid.”

A coldness surged through Felicity as she realized that she would have to hurt Oliver to save William’s life.

Oliver suddenly spoke out. “Felicity…do what he says. It will be alright.”

Felicity shook her head in denial, but she started to move toward Oliver anyway. The knife in her hand suddenly felt hot, as if the pain of torture burned in its blade. She came to a stop in front of Oliver. But she could not raise the knife.

“Do it!” Diaz ordered her again. He pulled the slide on his gun, putting a bullet in the chamber. “You have ten seconds, then I’m going to kill your kid.”

“Felicity,” Oliver whispered to her. “You can do this. It’s okay. Just stand completely in front of me so William won’t have to watch.”

Felicity looked into Oliver’s eyes and she could see the hidden meaning in his words. He had a plan.

“Cut him!” Diaz screamed at her. He took his eyes off of Oliver and Felicity and pressed the gun to William’s head.

In that brief moment Diaz shifted his attention, Oliver acted. He dislocated his thumbs from the handcuffs Diaz used to secure his arms. Ignoring the pain, Olive brought his arms out from behind the pillar and took Diaz’s knife from Felicity. He took aim, and as Diaz turned his gaze back to Oliver and Felicity, Oliver flicked his wrist and let the knife fly.

Felicity had dropped down to her knees after Oliver took the knife from her. She spun around, afraid that Oliver might lose this one chance by missing his target.

The knife had embedded itself right in the middle of Diaz’s forehead. The impact of it as it penetrate his brain sent synaptic shock waves through his body. His hands splayed open and the gun being held against William’s head fell to the floor. Diaz’s eyes had frozen open as he fell away and toppled to the dirt floor.

Felicity looked back up at Oliver and could only feel one thing---redemption. No, she felt another thing as well---freedom.

Oliver looked down at her and then he pulled Felicity back to her feet. “Are you okay,” he asked her?

“Okay…” Felicity started to respond. Then she threw herself into his arms. “You…you are such the hero,” she breathed against his chest.

“No Felicity,” he gently said to her. “You’re the real bravery here. It was more heroic when you took that knife from Diaz.” He looked past her at William, who was staring at his parents as if they were bathed in divine light.

“Felicity,” Oliver said to her. “William needs you. Can you go let him out of that chair while I put my clothes back on?”

“Oliver…William needs both of us. I’ll wait for you to come with me.”

“Dad…Mom…will you two hurry up. I can’t feel my arms.”

Even though Oliver was still an escaped fugitive, he could feel a stronger force move through him as he took his wife and son into his arms.

It was love. And that was the best kind of freedom.

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