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Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Spider are having CONSTANT sleepovers in Neteyam’s room and Kiri and Tuk are jealous. What is going on in there? Lo’ak and Spider say it is boy's night and no girls are allowed, but Jake isn’t in there. He’s downstairs watching Moana with the rest of them.
#this has been in my notes forever#and it does get me a bit#what could they be doing#i haven't decided#maybe you guys know#neteyam sully#lo'ak sully#miles spider socorro#spider socorro#spider sully#kiri sully#tuktirey sully#jake sully#sully family#avatar#avatar the way of water#james cameron avatar#avatar modern headcanons#melissa on avatar (cameron)#melissa og
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Bentley Truffle
Charmer
#the kids this gen are so cute#should I give them one more 👀#i haven't decided#the sims 4#the sims#sims#ts4 gameplay#truffles#truffle:5#bentley truffle
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I have officially found the smallest tub in Zeki's rotation night market.
I don't see how anyone could soak comfortably in that thing, honestly...
I think Jel's been feeling worried about me getting closer to other people in the village, because he came by and asked me if anyone else might've also caught my eye. I was honest and said I didn't think so, but I'm very bad at recognizing my own intent sometimes.
He then proceeded to cuddle with me for a bit before telling me that as long as I kept him informed about potentially other partners, he would have no problems with it.
It was a very strange conversation, but honestly, it did kind of make me feel better about the way Hassian's been... nice to me lately. Maybe I just like the loners? Who knows...
Although, being fair, Hassian's 'Wanted' poster for the Chappa made it really really hard to keep a straight face. I took it to Zeki, who made it... better. Sort of. At least I didn' have to do him any favors; apparently showing him the terrible poster was favor enough, he poofed right up he was laughing so hard.
I feel a little bad for Hassian, but honestly, he's a hunter (future blacksmith?), not an artist.
In any case, after I gave it back to him to put up on the notice boards, he... thanked me. And he actually sounded sincere about it. Walking by him, he now lifts a hand in greeting, even if he doesn't come out an say hello.
It's weird, but... cute? In a way? I think Jel will always be my number one (how can I not adore someone who is so sweet and understanding?), but... if he's okay with it, maybe it's okay for me to look too?
I'll have to think on it. I don't want someone who's going to make Jel unhappy, after all. (Tish is out. I like her, but I don't like her like her.) Maybe Jina? I mean, Hassian is... is maybe a contender, I don't know yet.
Feelings are weird and I am going to go get my garden ready for a bit of neglect since the fair is supposed to.. fair. Maji Market. Not a fair, why did I say fair? Ugh. Either way, that's going to start soon and I'm excited to go and see what all will be there. Sifuu said soemthing about opening her own booth, and I know Reth would make some really good food, if he had a booth.
Garden now, confusing entangled emotions some other day. Like if someone hits me with a box of chocolates or a heartdrop lily.
#palia#palia online#singularity 6#berry plays palia#palia game#palia journaling#palia journey#palia mmo#palia roleplaying#You can in fact romance everyone and I am in fact doing that#None of it will make its way into this journal tho#Maybe Hassian#Maybe Jina#I haven't decided#(I really like the idea of Jina and Reth tho.)#I need alts!#Less awkward conversations for sure.
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Here is Darius again. Devious he.
Still no story for them. I'm not sure if they ever will have one. It was initially made as a joke but they've been on my mind lately. I want to draw them more.
#dca fandom#I drew him from memory#dang I forgot green was the accent#the daycare attendant#daycare attendant#dca au#Darius#Darius Phlinders#or Flinders#I haven't decided
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Sitting on my couch and I do not hear the pot boiling or vegetables chopping themselves for soup? The audacity.
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//the fact that i just combed through over 100 lines of code and then accidentally closed it out - not saving a damn thing means it's time for tea
with copious amounts of whisky/amaretto/grand mariner basically whatever the bloody hell is in the cabinet
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this mysterious looking creature appeared on my doorstep and demanded to be held
#he must be very important#because the mail people were knocking on my door and I was about to just go back to sleep#but I looked out the window and saw them walking away with my package#so I ran to the door at the speed of light lol#I signed for it in my pjs#this plushie very silly#his little sword on him is soooo cuuuuute#there's also a jumbo version of this plush#maybe I should get that one too#I haven't decided#he'll give me the strength I need today!!!!!! 💪💪💪#aki <3
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Miraculous Fic: Crushes and Antics
So, when I came to the next on my self-appointed list of random dialogue prompts, I quickly decided I was due to write a Miraculous fic. Way back forever ago, when we were still somewhere in Season 2, I was enamored with the idea of a Best Friend Swap AU. I know a couple people made posts about it, but my most recent search shows there's still not a lot of content for it. I've decided I wanna help change that, if only a little bit. Sooo here's my attempt at a Best Friend Swap with a little dash of Crush Swap in the lovesquare for funsies. (I have not read the others to avoid copying anyone.)
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Crushes and Antics
Summary: Marinette corners Nino to interrogate him about his latest crush, but he’s not about to let her get away with that so easily. Cue typical BFF antics.
Notes: AU Season 1 somewhere, probably; Best Friend Swap AU; Reverse Crush AU
Dialogue Prompt – “Care to join me for a bit?”
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Nino was distracted enough that he was nearly startled when a slim arm slipped into his as he walked down the hall. Not that he had any real reason to be. Marinette hooking his arm with her own and dragging him off somewhere had been a common enough occurrence throughout their years of friendship.
She tugged him gently off-course, which was a shame as he had nearly gotten close enough to overhear what Alya and Adrien were talking about ahead of him. “Care to join me for a bit?” she questioned in a somewhat shady-sounding undertone.
“What? Dude, no!” Nino replied, immediately suspicious of his best friend’s intentions. He withdrew his arm from her clutches and took a precautionary step away from the girl.
“What?” Marinette echoed, giving him a perplexed look in response. “Why 'no'? Why are you so suspicious?”
“Why are you acting so suspicious?” he shot back.
She exaggeratedly rolled her eyes at him before unceremoniously grabbing his arm and dragging him into an empty classroom. Depositing him against the teacher’s desk, Marinette hopped up onto the desk across from him and gave him an expectant look. “Well?”
Nino frowned back at her. “Well, what?”
“Well, somebody obviously has a new crush he hasn’t told me about, and since you’ve been making up excuses to avoid talking after school…”
“Dude, I haven’t been avoiding you. I really have been busy the last couple of days,” the boy protested.
“Right,” Mari drawled skeptically. “Well, here we are. Now spill.”
Folding his arms over his chest, Nino met her gaze head-on. “You first.”
A bright flush spread across the girl’s face. “We aren’t talking about me, right now,” she told him primly.
“What even makes you think I have a crush in the first place, huh?” he tried. “Maybe you’re just projecting.”
“Remember the crush you used to have on me?”
It was Nino’s turn to blush a bit. “That was ages ago,” he protested. “We were, like, eight!”
“Surprisingly little has changed,” the raven-haired girl stated dryly.
“Yeah, well, at least now I know better than to crush on a mean girl like you,” retorted Nino, to which Marinette stuck out her tongue at him. Sighing, he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and scuffed a toe against the carpet. “There’s not really much to say, Mari. Alya’s just… Well, she just seems kind of awesome, y’know? The way she stands up to Chloé and is so fearless whenever there’s an akuma. And she’s wicked smart, too. I just – I just think she’s pretty cool, is all.”
“Nino…” Marinette said softly, her expression verging on what he had long classified as her determined-mom-friend look. “That’s it. I’m going to help you come up with the perfect plan to confess to her!”
“Uh uh – no way!” countered Nino. “Your plans are always way too complicated.”
“They are not!”
“Are too!” he insisted. “Look, I’ll confess only if you do it first.”
Mari was suddenly doing a rather good impression of a tomato. “I said we weren’t talking about me, right now!”
“Oh, so you can meddle in my love life, but I can’t meddle in yours? Is that it?”
“It’s not the same thing, at all!”
“Okay, fine. Then I don’t wanna hear you going on and on about your crush, anymore,” he declared.
The girl gave an offended gasp. “I do not go on and on about him!”
“Really? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I remember you going on about how green his eyes are, and you wonder if his eyes are really green? Or how strong and brave he is.”
“Shut up!” Mari exclaimed, somehow turning even redder as she jumped down from the desk and rushed to try to put a hand over Nino’s mouth. He fended her off, craning his head back to make it even harder for her to accomplish her goal.
“And let’s not forget about how witty he is!” Nino practically crowed, enjoying teasing his friend. “Oh, he’s got to be clever to think up so many puns and all that!”
“I said sto—”
They froze as the classroom door opened abruptly. The two teens must have made quite the tableau. Marinette leaned up against Nino, stretched up on her tip-toes, a wrist caught in one of his hands while the other arm simultaneously tried to evade his grip while finding a way to clap over his mouth. Meanwhile, Nino was half arched back over the desk, trying to twist away from his friend without releasing the hand he had caught in his grasp. His cap had been knocked off in the struggle and his glasses were askew.
“Ugh, gross, it’s you two again,” declared Chloé, staring at them from the doorway, her sycophant Sabrina peeking in over one of her shoulders. “Don’t you two ever stop being weird for, like, ten seconds?”
Nino and Marinette just stared back at her. Honestly, even if they had an explanation for their current positions, they wouldn’t waste it on Chloé. The spoiled girl would just make up whatever story she wanted, anyway.
“Whatever, I don’t have time for this,” the blonde decided, flouncing away and continuing down the hall. “Sabrina!”
“Coming!”
For a minute they continued staring at the now open door. Then they looked back at each other and were immediately reduced to laughter.
“‘Ugh, gross, it’s you two again!’” Nino mimicked in an exaggerated, high-pitched snooty impression of Chloé, causing Marinette to laugh so hard she started wheezing.
“Can you—” Mari began, having to stop because she’d started coughing for a moment before trying again. “Can you believe we actually used to be in-intimidated? By her?”
“‘Sa-BRI-na!’”
“Nino, stooo-op!”
The absurdity of the situation and their own antics finally passed and they managed to compose themselves again. This new school year sure had brought about a lot of changes for the duo – a lot of them for the better. It might turn out to be the best school year yet, even with Hawk Moth turning people into supervillains.
Linking an arm with his, Marinette led Nino out of the classroom and towards the stairs. “Are you able to come over today or are you busy again?”
“I am commitment free for the night, I just have to call my mom,” Nino told her. “So I totally have the rest of the day to help you figure out your confession to Char Noir.”
“I am not confessing to Chat Noir! It’s not happening.”
“Uh huh, sure, Mari-dude. Bet you anything you end up confessing before I do.”
Marinette responded with a harrumph, sticking her nose playfully in the air (and subsequently counting on Nino to keep her from tripping over her own two feet). “We’ll see,” she told him imperiously.
-End.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fic#ml fanfic#best friend swap au#reverse crush au#ml fic#miraculous au#marinette dupain cheng#nino lahiffe#mari and nino are bffs from childhood#nino may or not know mari's secret identity#i haven't decided#best friend antics#crushes#they're totally those bffs who are sometimes a little weird together#you know someone long enough#it just happens#they're way less intimidated by chloe because they've had each other#and also because alya inspired them#like the boss she is#good-natured teasing#may write more#this was fun to write#i love them#unhitches writing#mine#also posted on ao3
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Your blog + my morning wood
Name a better duo
Me and coffee.
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My favourite Minho to think about is a shy little babie Minho in love, I mean come on, is that not the cutest thing you could ever imagine.
Like, you catch him staring and he lets out a shy little giggle with a pink hue on his cheeks. You'd just be unloading the dishwasher talking to about nothing and everything, he'd take the few steps it takes to be in front of you, grab your face and give you a big ol smooch on your cheek cause youre just so cute he cant help it.
He's trying to get better at expressing his emotions, good or bad, but still, telling you just how much he adores you and is grateful that you're with him, is difficult. So it becomes your favourite bed time story, pretending to be asleep when he spills his emotions about you out. It's sort of like practise to him, talking about his love for you with you in his arms, he hopes one day he's ready to say it when you're awake and to your face. But you've already heard it all, all the stories about when he first realized he was in love with you, or when his friends adored you just as much as him that he had to keep you around. You'd never tell him that you were in fact awake all those nights, you let him have is moment. But it still makes your hear soar.
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH pain
came up with this scenario earlier with @rachalixie but like you crawl into bed with him one night after he's showered and he smells so nice you bury your face in his neck and start kissing and kinda sucking at his skin and he's a little taken off guard and he gets the red ears but then the next night you do the same... and the next.... and the next... and then one night as you're crawling into bed he tilts his head back to bare his neck in preparation and you're like what are you doing and he looks at you a little confused like what do you mean what am i doing... our routine
just reminded me of this ask.. very soft
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As of last night, I finished my Disco Elysium fic (or the first draft anyway). 180ish pages, 60kish words (accounting for the scripting stuff to the best of my ability). I’m taking a break from my first proper tip to tail readthrough to go through my dash, but I’m gonna finish it up and chunk it into chapters then try to find beta readers to help me clean it up and edit a bit. If any followers and/or mutuals want to help I would be very grateful!!!
For those curious, it’s a slowburn Harry X Kim casefic that looks to establish sort of a post-canon canon - I started it as a sort of self-indulgent attempt to establish a feasible way of them getting together but then it just kind of spiraled into a novella so.
#disco elysium#harry du bois x kim kitsuragi#kim kitsuragi#kim#fanfic#idk#I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with myself when I finish this fic properly#I may write more shorter things to extend the story somewhat#I haven't decided#also I have one more class to teach today lmao
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Yes, I really did get it done.
It’s all healed now, so I reckon y’all wanna see it. This is an incredibly personal piece, so let’s be grown ups and think before we speak, yeah? If tattoos aren’t “your thing,” fine, but I don’t need to know that, and frankly, it’s irrelevant.
Some personal additions were made, so it serves both a memorial piece and a Navy piece since I did earn myself some swallows (per tradition, each swallow represents 5,000 nautical miles). The text is a line from the Navy Hymn, which is shared by both the US Navy and Royal Navy. Since he and I share naval service, it just made sense.
Unfortunately, there did need to be an alteration, because the original design of the crown in his cypher could not be translated onto skin, so it is instead a “traditional” style crown. Of course I was disappointed, but I’m hardly going to walk out the shop over it; everything else was able to be done as I imagined (yes, I thought of this design myself).
I left the coloring up to the artist; only telling him I wanted the cutlasses black, and providing inputs on the swallows. No, I did not want it bright as fuck like you see in the Asian styles. How it looks in the photo is almost exactly how it looks on my arm, but keep in mind I’m standing under a florescent light.
I’m open to questions, but if you have a shitass opinion you feel I am required to know, here’s a reminder that
#it may or may not be grumpy old man hours#I haven't decided#his birthday is tomorrow and I already have the weird feels about it#personal
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writing has stirred up some memories and caused some self reflection I wasn't prepared for, so here's some random discussion as I work through it.
Tw: death of a grandparent
I remember going to my grandmother's funeral and feeling like I couldn't cry. Like I shouldn't cry.
It wasn't a surprise. She was old and fading, and my dad (who is an only child) was able to spend the night she died at her bedside with her. We knew it was coming for days, maybe weeks. It wasn't a surprise.
She died on a Thursday night, one day before school let out for winter holidays. My older sister and I went to school the next day, and I remember one of our teachers (we had some overlapping classes) commenting that we should have just stayed home, that no one would begrudge us missing the last day before a break after my grandmother died.
I remember thinking that I didn't know what else we would do if we weren't in school. It's not like there was something for us to do. She was gone (and it didn't really feel real at that point).
I viscerally remember kneeling in the chapel of the funeral home next to my sister, and looking over to see if she was crying. She wasn't, and so I kept a straight face too. I disassociated from what was happening, going through the rote actions of standing and kneeling and praying the responses by muscle memory rather than letting myself get involved with the event.
I buried my grandmother without crying.
I don't know what it was that made me think I couldn't cry for my grandmother, who I loved deeply and spent many, many hours with as a kid. I was fourteen, and emotions were bad, and little girls were too emotional.
I know we talk a lot about how boys aren't allowed to show emotions, but we shame girls for feeling emotions too. No one should ever feel ashamed of crying when they are sad, or frustrated, or angry.
No one should feel like they can't cry at a funeral.
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also really funny because a thing i had planned for cassidy (my bird director) is that he's tried to apply to join dead bird studio multiple times so he can film somewhere other than his hotel but none of his letters have had any correspondence bc grooves and conductor just throw all their mail in one pile and forget about it so there's just like letters from him there that the other birds have just ignored. also they don't want him in the studio because then that means another bird they don't trust will be there and possibly sabotage them lol.
#i did plan for something bad to happen to cassidy's hotel once but mice said i shouldn't do that and should have him have a different#conflict but that's the only way i could think he would end up at the studio#tho i think cassidy's caw agents probably showed up on conductor's train a few times ?#or something.#i haven't decided#i know that cassidy has met both birds before and probably gets to hang out in the studio sometimes as long as he lets some of his actors#work for conductor or some#thing but i'm still working it out..#i'll keep things updated#i know that cassidy also tries to film in subcon too but snatcher always torments him or kicks him out immediately#cassidy the magpie#cassidy
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The finale of The Governor is shaping up to be so fucking kinky
#Call backs to previous kinks. Introducing new kinks. Putting in kinks I NEVER thought I would write#We will see if Dick gets to come#I haven't decided
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actually went out to do something today. i forgot that it's nice to spend some time around people.
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