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I stumbled upon your Ruggie fic where he accidentally knocked up MC and I was like "oh my god that's a banger." Then I scrolled to your tags and I short-circuited.

AS A RIDDLE STAN??? YOU'RE SO BIG BRAINED??? LIKE ok yeah with him being the perfect kid and all and his mom I always wondered (a perfectly healthy and normal amount) what would happen if he got MC pregnant?

That Ruggie fic was so real!! So well done!! If you don't mind, could you elaborate what you think would happen with Riddle? You don't have to write a whole fic or anything! Just briefly share your thoughts with the class (me) if you would be so kind please!! 🤓

Frothing at the mouth,

Riddlelover69

Hello, Riddlelover69!!! Allow me to share the thoughts. >:D

(cw: brief nsfw, female reader, accidental pregnancy, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, riddle's mother, fwb dynamic, mentions of abortion)

Riddle is floored when you break the news to him. He's in so much disbelief even after you've provided him with physical evidence (the pregnancy test). He insists you take another one just to be sure because he's so certain that you can't possibly be pregnant. He has always been so careful and responsible when the two of you were intimate; he made sure to wear protection each time and he never did anything reckless. But then the second test comes back positive and he's absolutely stunned. Where did he go wrong? How did this happen? He's never been careless. This must be a mistake!

Riddle lives in denial for three days before it occurs to him. Weeks prior to this discovery, the both of you were attending a stargazing party Cater had thrown in the Heartslabyul rose maze. He'd practically begged Riddle to let him host it. Apparently it was going to be "super cammable" and a "perfect opportunity for lots of stupid fun." Riddle should have known his angle when he slipped vodka into the fruit punch Trey made, and he should have realized the wine Cater had been discreetly serving everyone. "Stupid fun" must have meant stupid drunk. Where he even got the alcohol from was beyond Riddle. He had intended to scold him; he was ready to sever his head for breaking so many rules. But then you were passing a glass into his hand and he knew it would be wrong and inappropriate for him to drink when he was meant to be the upstanding, always obedient Housewarden.

You were smiling, nudging him playfully, saying something teasing. The two of you are close friends (fuck buddies, according to Cater), not lovers, and Riddle really shouldn't have entertained your blatant rule-breaking. But lately he's wanted to impress you; he wanted to show you that he can be cool—that he's not always so stiff and formal and boring. Great Seven, he nearly died from the shame when you had jokingly said that to him. He doesn't want to be boring. He wants to be fun and not so awkward all the time. He wants to branch out and have a lot of friends. He wants to be effortlessly relaxed like you.

He's not, but with the music swelling in time with his heart and your own melodious laughter in his ears he could delude himself into thinking so. And foolishly Riddle broke his own moral compass, NRC's rules, Heartslabyul's rules, and even the unspoken rules put in place by his mother. And for one night you thought he was cool and so did he. And for one night he was not boring. For one night he could kiss you silly without worrying about perfecting the technique or the placement of his hands on your hips or what to do about his reputation should anyone find out (not that it mattered to you, but it meant the world to him).

One night, under an inky canvas of stars (they looked more like chips of glass to Riddle, but then his mind was foggy and his senses were all tangled and he was so obviously intoxicated, but that didn't matter; ironically enough, he was having fun breaking rules with you), he did away with formality and fucked you raw in a shadowed corner of the rose maze, far enough from any prying eyes but close enough where you could still hear the music, feel the thrum of it between the both of you.

And now, weeks later, the result of such a reckless night rears its ugly head. And oh is it ugly. He's not sure what he should do. For once in his perfect, well-tailored life, he is completely lost. He tries not to panic—tries to act like everything's normal, but he has never been a particularly convincing actor and it doesn't take long for those close to him to suspect he's stressed. How you can be so calm about all of this is beyond him. You're pregnant! Aren't you worried what everyone will say and think? Aren't you even a little concerned for your future? His schedules are already complicated and cramped enough. Fitting a child in there is impossible!

And beyond all of that, past NRC's gates and all the way in the Queendom of Roses, his mother waits. He absolutely can't tell her. It's one thing to devote oneself to a no-strings-attached relationship (she would definitely disapprove of you); it's another to impregnate said friend with benefits, especially when he isn't even finished with school yet or married. He's meant to be perfect (he's not; no one is), but how can he look and be perfect if this is hanging over his head like a guillotine's blade?

His mother will definitely disown him. He can already hear her shrill screams. She'd probably say something like, "If you have the time to fool around, then you can spend that time acting like one." She wouldn't offer any support or comfort. It would just be harsh and cruel scoldings. She wouldn't acknowledge him or you. It would be so easy for her to snip him out of her life as if he was nothing more than a paper person on a chain of paper people, entirely useless and flimsy in her eyes. A failure—that's what he would be. She couldn't boast about him to friends and coworkers. Not after this.

You have to get rid of it. He tells you this a week later when the both of you are cooped up in his room to discuss the issue at hand. Riddle has never truly argued with you, but the both of you are going back and forth over what to do with the baby and his temper is rising. For some reason you want to keep it. He's so stressed and panicked and livid. No, you're not keeping it! He tells you to stop calling the baby a "them" because it's an "it" and that's all it will ever be. You look genuinely hurt when he says that, and his chest is heaving wildly as he catches his breath, throat raw from yelling.

He...went too far. He shouldn't have said that, and even when he sees the tears in your eyes he knows right away that he's doing everything completely wrong. And you admit in a hushed, broken voice that you're scared, too. That you feel so horrible for being reckless. That you know this isn't ideal. And it occurs to Riddle then that you have never been the calm and collected person he's often admired. You are just as frenzied as him.

He exhales a slow, exhausted breath, allowing his shoulders to deflate. He apologizes for raising his voice, for saying those terrible things, for panicking. He can give you time. It's your body; you're the one carrying the baby. Naturally he thinks it should be your choice, even if he's adamant that you get rid of the baby, but Riddle hates to see you so distraught. Arguably, he hates that more than he hates this situation. And he likes you. It's always lingered in a crevice of his mind, a romantic attraction that was getting harder to snuff the longer he stayed with you, the more he got to know you, the more he allowed himself to open up to you.

He walks you back to Ramshackle Dorm. It's the polite thing to do, and the both of you are silent during the walk. He bids you a stiff, boring, hollow farewell. It's more than fleeting admiration, Riddle muses as he turns on his heel and begins the trek back to the Hall of Mirrors. But regrettably he finds himself shying away from you in the following weeks, too frightened to touch you. He can't. He doesn't want to, and he thinks it's because this mistake is too life-altering for him to confront.

He broaches the subject to Trey some time later with a vague, yet extremely convoluted hypothetical: "If you did something wrong and another person was affected by it and the both of you were left with a difficult decision, would you let the other person make the final choice?" Trey considers it, always so level-headed and logical. He asks what this difficult decision entails. Riddle chews his lip, peers into his teacup, and mutters something about life and death and embryos and the science behind reproduction and how long it takes for something to be considered human—to be considered conscious and alive—and what one should do when contemplating such a thing and...he's rambling.

Trey gives him that look—that hardened stare that pierces his soul and seems to know of every secret he's kept buried (Cater calls it the "dad stare"—whatever that means). He knows. Riddle is a poor liar. Trey doesn't say it, but when he asks, "Who?" Riddle knows what the question means. He wrings his hands under the table, clasping and unclasping them. They're shaking; he's on the verge of tears. He whispers your name.

Trey lets the admission settle like sediment on the sea floor. He nods, hums, stirs the batter for the cake he's currently baking, and then hums some more. "I can't give you an answer," he eventually says, offering a sympathetic frown. "Sorry." He tries to say more, but nothing comes out and instead he returns to whisking, allowing the silence to console Riddle instead. It doesn't work as intended.

Riddle holds his head in his hands, elbows propped on the marble surface of the island. In the Heartslabyul kitchen, where everything smells so sugary sweet, he cries. He's never felt more lost.

Riddle can't avoid you forever. That same day he approaches you and tells you that if you're so determined to keep the baby you will have to convince him. Whether that's by powerpoint or bribery (at this point he's desperate to adopt your views, so please, by all means, bribe him with sweets and let him drown in sugar so that he can ignore the looming threat of his mother back home), he's willing to hear you out. It's only fair, and if the two of you can reach a decision (preferably as soon as possible) he can start planning ahead. You're not sure how you should go about convincing him, so in the meantime Riddle resolves to read up on pregnancy, if only to further educate himself.

He scours the library for information and finds Lilia who is, arguably, as ancient as some of these textbooks and might be a reliable source of information. Riddle doesn't intend to tell him anything, but when Lilia offers to aid him in what he notes looks like a "very important search" Riddle submits.

It doesn't take Lilia long to put a few clues together when Riddle tells him he's looking for books about child care and pregnancy. It also doesn't take him long to theorize who might be carrying a child. For some reason Riddle feels ashamed as he quietly admits the truth, thus confirming all of Lilia's suspicions. Somehow telling Lilia this feels like telling a parent or an adult or some authority figure; he expects a scolding. Instead Lilia smiles warmly and tells Riddle that children are like miracles: sometimes you can plan for them and other times you cannot, but what's most miraculous is the bond forged between those who raise a child. They are tough work and you might encounter many troubles and doubts along the way. But if you can look for happiness in miraculous, magical mistakes, you will find love. Riddle stares at him, dumbfounded. Is Lilia really just a third year?

The first time you try to convince him is with a poorly assembled slideshow displaying the benefits of keeping the child. "Think of the cute clothes we can get!" you say, to which Riddle responds with, "Think of the expenses, (Name)." You are not one to give up, puffing your cheeks out at him. He rolls his eyes, but he sits up straight and continues to listen, watching as you click through images of firsts. First loose tooth. First day of school. First drawing. First handprint and footprint. First word. First laugh. The list is endless, apparently, and so is Riddle's sanity as he endures it. But he's smiling as he watches your wild gesticulations.

The second time you try to convince him is just as bad, if not worse, than the first time. "Riddle me this, Riddle," you say while he's in the middle of studying. He does not want to riddle you anything, but he listens anyway. He always does. "You plus me equals..."

"That is not a riddle. That's an equation," he corrects, not yet taking his eyes off the page. "And it equals trouble. Nothing good."

You're silent for too long, so finally he turns to look at you. Your eyes are glued to your phone. Riddle furrows his brow. Did he say something wrong? Was he too mean?

"All right, I got it! Riddle me this. One plus one equals three."

"Again, another equation."

"Not true! This article says it's a pregnancy riddle, not an equation."

"Did you...look up riddles?"

"Pregnancy riddles, yes. They're not really good."

Riddle scrubs at his face, suddenly weary. "Three is too big a number."

"Maybe for you, but not for me."

There should only be two, he thinks. You and me. But even that is a troublesome combination.

The third time you try to convince him is with a box of mini tarts, all in various flavors. He peers at them and then at you. You're rocking back and forth on your heels, eagerly awaiting his reaction. When he doesn't immediately give one, you groan and sink into the chair beside him. "Can I please keep the baby?"

Riddle snorts through a laugh and then clears his throat, neutralizes his amused expression, and says, "Resorting to begging already? And you were so confident last week."

You huff and slouch in your seat. He intends to correct you, but then you're stuffing a tart in his mouth. "I would look cute pregnant, wouldn't I?" you ask, batting your eyelashes and catching him so off guard he chokes on his bite of tart. Riddle sputters, his face the color of roses, and stands from his chair, promptly excusing himself.

You are a nuisance, but he agrees. You would look very cute.

The fourth time you try to convince him is with the help of Trey. "Trey can make the sweets for the baby shower," you say. Your grip on Trey's forearm suggests he is not a willing participant in...whatever this is, but it has Riddle quirking a fond smile.

He folds his arms across his chest and glances between you and Trey, his next words addressing the latter. "You would do that?"

Trey grins boyishly and responds with, "If I had to."

You tut at him. "Trey, we rehearsed this. You're supposed to say, 'I'll make a strawberry tart so big it'll need to sit on two tables.'"

Riddle's laughter surprises both you and Trey, and as he wipes an invisible tear from his eye, he says with a playful smirk, "I'll hold you to it when the time comes, Trey."

As he makes his graceful departure, he hears your disbelieving exclamation: "Do you think it worked?!"

The fifth time you try to convince Riddle is in the bedroom. You're lying on your side, peering at him with a silly, sex-drunk smile. "What if we got married?"

"We have to," he mumbles absentmindedly, his mind replaying the past few minutes in a loop. He wonders if he was too rough. He doesn't want to hurt the baby... What is he thinking? There's still time to get rid of it. It doesn't matter if he was rough (it does; he's worrying).

"Really?" Your eyes are blown wide. "You'd actually marry me?"

Riddle gazes at you, collecting context clues to comprehend your angle. "I should be asking you that question."

"Why? I would marry you, not your mother."

"You might as well be, though," he mutters bitterly, glaring at the canopy that envelops his bed. "I'm aware she is not an ideal in-law."

"Then we'll run away. You, me, and Baby Riddle."

"That is a horrible name." He peers at you, his features softening. "We're not calling the baby Baby Riddle."

"Why not? It's cute."

"Hardly." His gaze travels to your stomach. Soon you'll show and when you're round enough it'll be impossible to hide this secret. "Well... Humor me. Where would we go if we ran away?"

"Anywhere you'd like." He opens his mouth to stop your wild imagination, but you beat him to it. "'Think of the expenses, (Name)!' Just hear me out. Anywhere could mean anywhere, but it could also mean nowhere. And maybe nowhere is our anywhere."

Riddle chuckles. "You sound just like Che'nya."

"Do you think he knows?"

"Possibly."

"Really?"

"He's anywhere and nowhere."

"Cheeky..." You shuffle closer to him, pressing your forehead against his. "So cheeky."

Riddle wants to say it. He wants to empty his heart right here, right now. He loves you and, though it took some time to warm up to the idea, he wants to start a family with you. He wants to be more than friends. He wants to marry you and experience all of your child's firsts alongside you. It doesn't matter if his mother disapproves because this is arguably the best mistake he's made in a while. A miraculous, magical mistake.

Before you can swallow the words in a kiss, he blurts them hastily. "I... I love you." But there's more, and perhaps he's confined himself in a misleading dream when reality and encroaching worries melt away. But he needs to tell you. "And I... I really want to be a father. A-And I want you to be a mother! I don't care about what others will say anymore. Admittedly, it was...fun to misbehave with you that night. It certainly wasn't responsible, but I enjoyed it. Far more than I should have." That last part is murmured, but you catch it. Riddle finds your hands under the covers and squeezes them. "You've convinced me. I'd like to start a family with you."

You smile and then tears are spilling and then you're smiling again. He knows he's crying because his eyes are wet and glassy, and for a while the two of you cling to each other, sobbing about everything and nothing, laughing through blubbery cries.

And Riddle realizes three isn't a big number. Rather, it's a pleasant number. Not perfect because nothing truly is, but it's more than enough for him. And that's really all that matters right now.

#twisted chit chat #tw: pregnancy

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morallyinept · 5 months

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Hey D! How are you feeling after the carnage of Jettsgiving?

Still bad huh? Oh, you poor thing. 😕 I think I'll be having words with Javi G... I think you need to rest up.

No, no I insist, buddy.

Aww. I know you want to help with Self-Care with Dieter & Jett this week, but you're in no fit state. Look at you...

I know, bud. Let it all out. It's okay. I think I know someone who may be able to help us out this week...

Hey! Pedro! 👋

Do you fancy filling in for Dieter this week?

Excellent!

Happy Friday everyone! Time for some Self-Care with Dieter Pedro & Jett!

Whilst Dieter recovers from the antics of Jettsgiving, this week we're going to have a look at some of the ways Pedro has practised self-care and kindness to himself.

These come in the form of quotes from some of his interviews, which I feel have relevance to the way you can show yourself some self-care too, and that a lot of us can probably relate to.

So, are you ready Pedro?

Great! Let's dive in!

Self-Care With Pedro Pascal

Anything Is Possible

Life is all about learning, whether that's absorbing factual knowledge or new skills, or whether we learn from life's lessons directly.

You learn from the moment you're conceived. As an accumulation of cells, you start to learn how to grow and develop in the womb, and even though you don't remember it, those base motor functions of learning stay with you for life.

Pedro is correct when he says anything is possible. Your learning and growth starts with you. Don't be afraid to challenge yourself, branch out and discover something new.

It's always scary or daunting to switch things up, to shake out of the mundane, or search for something new and exciting in your life. A little razzle-dazzle...

That's the spirit, Pedro!

Don't be afraid to take a leap - even if it doesn't pan out the way you wanted or predicted. Making mistakes is how we learn and move forward.

We might not always get it right the first time we try, and that's okay.

It's Okay To Indulge

Go ahead, indulge. Having a treat, or indulging in something fun gives us a serotonin boost and makes us feel happy.

Whether that's a microwave pizza like Pedro, or a slice of ooey chocolate cake (like me!), or a strawberry sparkle face mask like Dieter, treating yourself is a great way to show yourself some appreciation. To give yourself a moment or two of self-love, or as a reward if you managed to achieve something.

Indulging in something you love can also help pull you out of a funk when you're feeling blue, so go head, treat yourself, lovely. You deserve it!

Life Is For Fun. And Pasta.

It's all too easy to apply unnecessary pressure on ourselves at times. This can come in many forms too, from conscious pressures like work, college, family etc... and unconscious by the pressure we inadvertently put upon ourselves.

Writing, for example. You may feel like you have to get this fic out in this time or that time; you have to churn out as much content as you can because others are expectant of it.

Take a breath and breathe. In and out now. Slowly. That's it.

Life is for fun. As Pedro says, have as much fun as you can. Write your fic, bub. But write it for you and on your terms, not because of any pressure from anyone else.

Patience is a virtue most people have - they'll wait for you.

Seek out the fun in life. Limit your time online and get out there. There is a great big world out there and our time here is fleeting. Blink and you'd miss it. Carpe Diem, my friends.

By taking a moment to check in with yourself and allow yourself some time away from these pressures, most of which are always self-imposed, you can regain some clarity and also come back refreshed and ready to handle those challenges with ease.

And please, don't go to bed with a full tummy of pasta. Not unless you wanna end up like Dieter...

Poor baby.

Age Is Just A Number

Probably one of my most favourite things Pedro has said. And that I can relate to myself.

It's easy to lose sight of your dreams if you feel like you haven't achieved them by a certain age.

We all have some sort of pre-conceived idea of where we see our life going from a young age. Whether that's to fall in love and settle down, have an exciting career, have children, travel etc... whatever it may be.

And, when we find ourselves veering off that path, more often than not we procrastinate and worry that it's too late when it takes us some time to get back on track.

But it's never too late to achieve or seek what you want out of life. Never.

Personally, I'm discovering new things now that I hadn't considered when I was younger. Priorities shift, for whatever reason. Perhaps life throws a curveball and you find yourself having to adapt.

Either way, if you want it, go for it. Your age should never stop you from seeking happiness or fulfilment in your life.

You'll only regret it later on if you don't.

☝️This is some really great advice, Pedro. You're so wise...

Some Things We're Not Meant To Know

You can't ever predict what's going to happen in life. Even if you're prepared for it.

You can only try and do what's right, for you. Even if there is someone out there who doesn't agree or wants to do it with you.

Don't ever be afraid to go it alone, if that's what you need to do. Your happiness and contentment should always come first.

You might put something out there into the world and it's not met with the praise or reception you would have wanted.

I'll use writing as an example. I often see writers here feeling disheartened because their stories haven't got the engagement or the notes like others might have. And I'll be honest and say that I have felt like that at times too myself.

But don't compare your efforts to someone else's. You can't predict whether people will like it, agree with it, enjoy it, read it... All you can do it write it first and foremost for you.

If you're writing for the numbers, just for the engagement, you're doing it wrong.

Do it for YOU.

Embrace Who You Are

If you're someone who struggles with any kind of anxiety, then I hope you can find comfort in Pedro's words here about his own.

I made a post previously in a bit more detail about how Pedro deals with his own anxiety, and I feel it's incredibly admirable for anyone who struggles with it - whether in the spotlight or not - to embrace and accept it as a part of who they are.

It can be a tumultuous time coming to terms with it, wishing that things didn't affect you as much. And being envious or bitter that others might deal with situations better than you do is perfectly natural to feel like that.

But you never know what or how someone else is feeling. It might be that they are better at masking it than you are, but that's not to say that they aren't immune.

Don't compare yourself. You are who you are, and that person is wonderful.

Let me tell you, there is nothing wrong with you. Your feelings and emotions are valid. You are not weak. You are not helpless.

And you are stronger than you think.

Helping Others Helps Yourself

There is nothing more rewarding in self-care as there is at helping others.

Sharing and showing kindness towards others is one of the most selfless things you can do. Extending that help can ultimately make you feel good about yourself too.

When you invite good karma into your life, it can really alter your perception on the world to see more of the positive, especially in a world where it's easy to be so overwhelmed by all the negative that happens.

Showing kindness also has health benefits due to feeling more happier and at ease. Resulting in less stress and worry, which we all know can be detrimental to our mental and physical health over time.

So, when was the last time you spread some kindness? It's never too late to brighten someone's day, even if it's a stranger.

You'll never know the true impact that kindness can have on someone else.

Thank you so much for stopping by today, Pedro! You've been a great help whilst Dieter recovers.

See you again soon, handsome. 😊

Here D, how are you feeling? I've made you some soup. Eat it slowly. So, Pedro really had some great things to say this week, don't you think?

No?? Jealousy becomes you, my dude. Don't worry, you're still my main man. Budge up, I'll give you a cuddle.

Uh D, is that what I think it is...? 😳

As you can see, normal programming will resume with Dieter next week, folks... 🙄

Until next time, stay kind, stay creamy. 🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK. 🖤

Do You. Then do Dieter.

More Dieter and Jett Self-Care here.

ℹ️ Dieter and I always strive to bring you unbiased, fact-checked advice. We're not licensed therapists, so we do a lot of research to ensure we can provide helpful and informative posts. Well, I do. Dieter mostly sits around eating KitKats.

#self care with dieter & jett #self care with pedro & jett #pedro pascal #dieter bravo x female reader #self care #be kind #do you #then do dieter #you are stronger than you think

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dolliebabydoll15 · 4 months

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Floyd x Boom fanfic!

this is my first oneshot, i hope you enjoy! 🫶

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It was the end of a brodacious reunion concert at Vacay Island, for the crowd had gone their separate ways, as well as Viva and Poppy to spend much-needed quality time with their father. That left only BroZone, who had gone backstage to collect their things before leaving.

"We did it brothers! I knew we could do it!" said an enthusiastic John Dory.

"Finally, some praise." joked Bruce.

"Hey, can't you see I'm trying here?" snickered JD.

The brothers laughed, and suddenly, they saw Branch's buddies, Hype, Ablaze, Trickee, and Boom, who had performed with them. They were also there to clear backstage of their belongings. JD, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd were still just as amazed as they were when their little bro first introduced them.

"Branch...you wouldn't mind it if we offically met them, would you?" asked Clay.

Branch chuckled. "Sure, I have to go pick up the clue board anyway. Gonna take me a rough 15 minutes or something..."

The brothers smiled, and scampered off to get to know the boy band phenomenon known as Kismet.

Floyd suddenly noticed Boom, the rainbow-haired glitter troll whom he had seen before the concert.

"Hi," greeted Floyd.

"H-hi," Boom replied.

"You did great out there." said Floyd.

"Thanks, took me about 3 weeks to learn the choreo," said Boom. "I kept stepping on Hype's feet," he uttered embarrassingly.

Floyd giggled. "So, how did you meet Branch anyway?" he asked.

"Oh, we're childhood buds, we performed with him a lot after...you and your brothers left him." Boom responded melancholicly. Floyd saddened, remembering that woeful night.

"So...what's your story?" inquired Boom.

"Mine?" Floyd asked, surprised.

Boom nodded. Normally, Floyd was the one asking when it came to talking about emotional stories.

"Well, when I left BroZone to follow my heart and pursue a solo career, it got cut short when I was captured by a phony pair of popstars, Velvet and Veneer, for my talent. Every time they sucked up a piece of my talent, I lost a little bit of my life. This went on for 2 months, but I later noticed that Veneer, one of the phonies, wasn't as bad as I thought he was. He was really trying to make his sister happy, despite Velvet not caring about him at all. I told him that he shouldn't be around people who treat him like garbage, and no one should try to change him, but he didn't get the message until my brothers banded together with my little bro's girlfriend and her sister to form a family harmony to set me free. Unfortunately, since I gave the last of my talent to pitch in, I almost died."

Boom looked as if he were on the verge of tears.

"Don't worry, my brothers revived me with family love. Then, Veneer confessed to the crimes he and Velvet had done. He had a change of heart, but had to go the big house to serve his time. I hope he finds people who treat him with kindness. Afterwards, I forgave my older brothers and rebanded. So yeah, that's my story."

"Wow...I'm sorry all of that happened to you."

"It's okay, I only have the present to focus on now," Floyd responded with a smile, and looked at his brothers, cheerfully socializing with the other members of Kismet.

"Hey guys! We should go now," called Branch. Poppy's definitely gonna go looking for me if we don't leave now," he muttered under his breath.

"Bye, it was nice meeting you!" Floyd said as he got up to leave.

Boom suddenly realized he forgot the most important thing to say when you meet someone. "Wait! I...never got your name."

"Floyd."

"OH MY GOSH, THAT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL NAME I'VE EVER HEARD!" Boom exclaimed in enchantment. Just then, he realized he replied in a way that was a tad extreme.

Floyd blushed in a shade of rosy pink. "Thank you," he replied with a grin. "What's yours?"

"Boom."

"Nice name," replied Floyd.

They shared a smile and locked eyes. They were so into the moment that they couldn't hear Kismet's mischievous laughs or see BroZone's knowing smiles.

"Floyd! Let's go!" shouted Branch.

"Bye,"

"Bye."

As the two groups dispersed, John Dory put his arm around Floyd.

"Well brother, I think this is the start..."

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"...of a beautiful friendship!" Trickee chimed. Boom nodded agreeably.

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note: sooo, i've had this idea in my head since last night. if you want to give me ideas on how i could do better, tell me in the replies. should I write more in the future?

#trolls band together #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #kismet #trolls boom #floyd trolls #fanfic #shipping #trolls brozone #ship fanfic

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neverevan · 8 days

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(random, sorry) I agree it could be so much better on abc now than it could have been on fox. I'm so happy they already got renewed it almost makes up for the sadness over what could have been with the shooting and the will and all...I would have loved to see what they wanted to write. I am still worried though that because time is running out, they see them as just that now – endgame. That we might not get to see their relationship, just an ending?

I don't know... when I think about it, there's always this list of circumstances, you know? things that we have to account for when considering how it is most likely to go down.

1) is Tim sticking around? was he really forcibly removed because of the buddie thing or was that just a coincidence? if someone else takes over the writing again, which way would that sway the story? also, would it be someone new or someone who worked on the show before?

2) the actors. Oliver especially has been very loud about how important it is for him to tell an authentic story for the character and for the people Buck represents; that comes with all sorts of bi and queer stereotypes they'd wanna avoid dipping into, which again would sway the story (of Buck and Eddie together at least) into specific directions. then there's Ryan, who has said many times over the years that he's open to wherever the road takes them with buddie, but he also emphasised truthfulness to the story and characters — we know Tim is interested in their input, we don't know how another writer would go about it.

3) ratings and reception. in many ways, bucktommy was a buddie soft-launch. don't get me wrong, I love bucktommy with all my heart and am very adamant on keeping their story separate from buddie because it isn't about buddie within the realms of the show, it is somewhat about buddie irl though.

making a lead (male) character canonically bisexual was a big leap of faith. yes, it is a Ryan Murphy show and yes, the show had a lot of queer rep already, but we never had a man-on-man on-camera kiss before on the show and we all know how differently general audiences react to two women kissing and two men kissing — which is, again, why this storyline on such a big primetime TV show is so so important. they calculated the risks, went for it and it all worked out; the ratings were great and the response was overwhelmingly positive. that's a great step one into the direction of canon buddie.

4) writing. buddie going canon however would make 3 of the 5 lead characters queer and not only that but all of them would be in relationships, bringing in outsider recurring or even guest star characters somewhat harder to write, unless they branched out and brought new people in to be part of the lead ensemble (Ravi main, abc, I'm begging!!). not to mention the people who'd call it pandering; and even though the story between Buck and Eddie is there to see for everyone already, it'd be harder to defend when the numbers would be 3:5 compared to the intial first season's 1:5.

all that being said, we are on a good path right now; we are renewed for season 8 and that, at least, gives us time to develop the story without rushing through it and I have my fingers crossed that the stars will align and the show will do justice to this beautiful love story that has been in the making for years.

until then, I'm just immensely grateful for abc and the budget and freedom they gave to the writers, cast and crew and I'm here for whatever they'll give us, because I know it'll be great.

#i know it's long but you guys know i love to yap #buddie #911 #911 abc #ask #anon #ramblings #my stuff

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peach-fiz · 5 months

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I actually didn't even bother watching the second season of Loki because of the cheap marketing and inconsistent storytelling.

It just felt like the plot was lifted off somewhere it would have made sense, and a character with a similar ego was replaced with Loki and goes through an arc that might have made sense for a blank slate character, but not someone who already has a backstory.

Loki doesn't even feel like Loki after three episodes in S1. The whole point of having a show like that just seems to be about the TVA and Sylvie.

Also the whole genderfluid thing. They 'confirmed' it in the promo and had a line in the script that went completely against anything they just said.

I knew at once that the writers, directors and other parts of production were really just pulling it in different directions and it would probably sound like a jazz trumpeter and a metal guitarist trying to improvise after knowing each other for 15 minutes.

I've been meaning to watch it just so I can have educated opinions on all of it but it's just,, so hard to get into. I definitely agree the marketing was cheap, they did with the 80s McDonald's like they did DB Cooper!Loki and made it centric to the advertising because McDonalds was also getting something out of it which is kinda ass seeing as realistically Loki Laufeyson would burn 6 of them down before he ate in one 😭

I personally don't like either of the major ships in the show but the forced Sylki shit in season 1 really got to me. Like not only did she completely replace him as the main character in HIS show, she's also a variant of him who he wants to make out with and overall it just reads as lazy writing and it's extremely disappointing that Mike Waldron has been put in charge of Multiverse of Madness and The Kang Dynasty since, due to the popularity of the Loki TV show. I was talking to my boyfriend about this last night but it kinda reminds me of the complaints people had ab the last Indiana Jones movie but opposite? Like everyone complained his best friend's daughter was gonna replace him bc she's a Mary Sue and she rlly isnt, she's more reminiscent of Marion in Raiders of the Lost Ark she just doesn't wanna fuck him. But the difference is Indy is a character who's majorly blank for little boys to project themselves onto. Which is great!! It works for those kind of movies, but they're not character development centric like the individual mcu movies tend to be. Loki is characterized in a way that he's drowning in identity issues and family problems and he experiences growth in every installment whether it be positive or negative. It doesn't make sense to take the formula of an Indidna Jones movie where he meets up with a woman who's typically a love interest and has her own issues that are only slightly touched on because that's not the focus, and they go do the plot.

Sylvie is not an Indy Girl, they straight up are trying to replace Loki with Sylvie. And you can tell the character wasn't supposed to have as much importance as she does in the show bc the character was worked on more after the actress they chose was buddies with a producer ( and this is no hate to the actress I'm sure she's delightful everything I've seen her in in terms of interviews has been lovely ).

I also absolutely agree they should've just made a tva mini series to introduce the tva rather than bringing back a dead character who soon will not make much sense anyway because Tom Hiddleston is getting older (and also he deserves to branch out in his career).

The genderfluid thing was a cash grab and it sucks ass, they just want money for acknowledging things already canon in the comics, same with confirming him as bisexual.

My boyfriend is actually writing a fic on ao3 called Find Me that's rlly good if you want Loki content that isn't related to the show.

(YES this is shameless promotion sshhhhshshsh) but fr the loki TV show makes me more confident in my screenwriting bc t h a t got put on disney plus. I'm also working on a Loki show rewrite in my spare time!!

#kid loki #loki (marvel)#loki and thor #loki laufeyson #anti loki show #anti lokius #lokius #anti sylki #tom hiddleston #screenwriting #fic rec #loki fic #logyn #logyn fanfic #mike waldron #peachy rants #long post

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hueberryshortcake · 8 months

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We're still friends, right? for Scrooge and Della??? My best friends Scrooge and Della?

"Are.... we going to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," Della said. She slammed her bag on the counter.

Scrooge leaned back against the island, raising an eyebrow, feeling a little like he was dealing with a middle schooler again; as in all such cases, he was presuming the posture that was most confident without being overbearing, although of course it was an unconscious decision. "I wouldnae say that, you near on lost your head on me back there-"

"I was just feeling the stress of the adventure. I'm fine now." She disappeared into the pantry with much banging and a little cursing, re-emerging with a pack of generic brand Nutty Buddies, the kind they always used to share when she was young. There were two to a pack, and she'd give one to him (sometimes it was prompted, as part of the Uncle Tax, but sometimes she passed it over without either of them mentioning it). Two-packs of cookies were shared in the house - one for each twin, or one for an uncle and one for a child - that was the pattern, familiar and miniscule.

Della ripped open the packaging with her teeth. Scrooge leaned forward instinctually, expecting to receive the second wafer.

She maintained eye contact and put the ends of both cookies in her mouth at the same time. The crunch was magnificent.

[more below the cut]

Scrooge sighed heavily, crumbling a little. "I can't fix things if I don't know what I did wrong."

"If you don't even know what you did wrong," Della said through the huge mouthful, crumbs flying in a wafery mist with every breath, "then I'm definitely not going to tell you."

"Della," he grumbled, but didn't follow up, not sure what to say without losing his temper.

Della ignored him. She threw away the wrapper, then put the two half-eaten nutty buddies directly on the counter. "Okay. I'm going to go lie facedown in the hall for ninety seconds, and when I come back, I can have a conversation like an adult."

She left, shutting the door behind her. She laid facedown on the carpet. She put her face in her arms. She ignored Louie, who was passing by at that moment.

"Uh... you okay, Mom?" he asked, inching past pressed against the wall.

From the kitchen, even through the closed door, Scrooge could hear the muffled sound of someone shrieking half-heartedly into the carpet.

"Cool, love you," Louie said as he left her.

Scrooge looked down at the cookies on the countertop. He wasn't sure if leaving them there had been a power move, or some strange olive branch, or if she'd just forgotten that plates existed.

Approximately ninety seconds later, Della re-entered the kitchen.

"Have a good time?" Scrooge inquired.

"It makes me angry when you don't let me stand up for myself," she said without introduction.

He was caught off guard. "Didn't I teach you to stand up for yourself?"

"Yeah. But today you shoved me aside before I could even start to fight my own battle. That robot was heading right for me and I had the perfect opening. But you took over like you forgot I was there. Again." She wasn't making eye contact. She punched her fist into her palm repeatedly. 'And I tried to be cool about it, but it made me really mad."

"Ah, so that's why you chewed me out in front of the entire Rectangular Table."

"I guess." Della sat on the floor with her back to the island, not bothering to tuck her legs in.

"All the Knights were there." They'd stood awkwardly and watched with varying levels of discomfort and judgement as she almost yelled at him, although she wasn't particularly coherent. "You embarrassed me pretty bad."

"Yeah. It was great."

"I guess.... sometimes I get concerned about you being able to handle things."

"Because of my leg?"

"No-! I think I do the same for everyone. It's easier to keep everybody safe in my mind if I just do it myself. Like how Beakley doesn't let anyone else use the dishwasher anymore. But I forget that you're not little, now. You're a very capable adventurer and a spectacular woman. And no longer a child."

"I can make my own decisions."

"You can." Scrooge sat on the ground across from her, his back to the dishwasher.

"That's what it really is." She picked at her nail. "It's that sometimes I need you to treat me like an equal. I'm your partner. If we aren't on an even playing field we're just going to mess up even worse."

He bit the inside of his cheek. "But we're not always equal."

"Yeah, sometimes I get upset or stuff happens and I need you to take care of me or protect me. And sometimes you get hurt or don't know what to do and you need somebody to take care of you. But not all the time."

He had no idea how to tell when he was supposed to be Uncle Scrooge and when he was supposed to be Scrooge McDuck. But she'd spoken and now she seemed to be done. She got to her feet and got the wafer cookies off the counter where she'd left them.

He looked up at her from where he sat on the floor. "Are we still friends?" he asked.

Della looked down at him. A few expressions flitted across her face before she laughed, breaking the cookies down the intended line and handing him half as she sat back down across from him. "Of course, Uncle Scrooge. Always."

#ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #della duck #scrooge mcduck #ask #hueberry shortcake #donald gave della a cbt workbook

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marymary-diva17 · 6 months

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The dreamwalker and the warrior

Female Jake x male neytiro

When an offer a chance of lifetime had come up a person will be fool to turn it down. So what does a women do when she down on her luck and hasn't been having a good life, and watching the home she once love fall apart. Well she had taken the offer to go elsewhere and start brand new and finding new happiness in the world.

Jane " so tell me again why are you fine with me working with you, and no one else" Jane was looking at grace the head of the scientists department and avatar program.

grace " well your brother spoke highly of you and said you could be helpful, and looking your records and hearing of the good deeds you had done you will be good for the job"

Jane " ........"

grace " I'm sorry for your lost your brother was a good man, and I'm also sorry for how life had been treating you maybe you can start brand new here" Jane had faced many tragedies and hardships back on earth she lost her career after and incident, along with losing many people she loves on her.

Jane " thank you grace"

grace " now come on lets go see your avatar body norm are you coming"

norma " yes ma'am" grace and taken the new members of her team to go see their avatar bodies, Jane was so amazing to see her avatar body it was so perfect to her.

max " tomorrow you will get to experience what life inside your avatar body"

Jane " wow there has been so much I have missed doing, and now I can do them again"

norma " you will do great" Jane had smiled at norm day mark the new start for her, she was going to keep her promise to Tommy and everyone else she loves. To keep living her life and find some happiness and just keep seeing what the universe had to offer her.

grace " now come on lets show these jarheads what you can do" so grace smile at jane soon getting a smile back. When Jane had tested out her avatar body the next day she was so amazed, she loved her avatar body so much.

Days later

Jane " ........"

grace " are you going to spend the day checking yourself out in thr mirror"

Jane " oh no I'm just so amazed this had happened I thought it was impossible"

grace " well with the Technology we have we had made it happen, and your have to thank Tommy it was his idea and I obeyed his last wish"

Jane " thank you grace thank you so much"

grace " your welcome now come on we are going to be late for the mission"

Jane " yes ma'am" Jane had been tasked on keeping the scientists and avatar safe when they were outside from the base, she had good combat skills and seem to be less under the RDA control like all the others at the moment.

Jane " wow" Jane was looking at all the planets around her she was amazed by everything she was seeing. pandora was so wonderful Tommy was right after all. A smile had gown on Jane face as she was touch the flowers as they were popping away from her.

Jane " oh" Jane was having so much fun when she came face to face with some of the creatures of Pandora, it was looking at her.

grace " Jane"

Jane " yes"

grace " no movement they get scared easily" Jane had nodded her head listen to grace, as she wish not to make the beast mad at her. When Jane thought she was done with exterminate today, she will be proven wrong when a Thanator showed up.

Jane " grace I think we have a new friend here" the creature was looking at the three avatar, Jane was thinking of a plane to save grace and norm.

Jane " hey buddy pay attention to me not them"

grace " no Jane don't"

Jane " come at me not them"

norma " Jane run" soon Jane took off running as the beast was chasing after her, she was running as fast her leg could take her. She had dropped her weapon as she was fleeing some the beast, Jane was fighting for her life.

Jane " well it seems like my day got more adventurous" Jane soon took off running again after using some tree branch for a shield, she soon reach the waterfall. She had two chose become the meal ticket to this beats or jump and she jumped off the waterfall landing into the water.

Jane " wow that was something" Jane soon swam towards the shore and soon walked out of the water coughing her breath, and feeling some pain.

Jane " oww that hurt nice move Jane" Jane knew she had find some way home or back to the group, she knew this day was going to be very long. As she was walking in the forest she had failed to notice she was being watched by a male navi, who was about to kill her but spotted when wood spirts had gotten in his way.

later that night

Jane " umm maybe I should find shelter for the night it will be good" Jane had made herself a homemade spear but she also had her blade with her, so she had her guard up to her best ability. She knew starting a fire will be bad, but she need some warmth for the night knowing it will be bad. She had made a move hoping to find something to help her make it through the night.

Jane " what is that" soon Jane had been surround by viper wolves and they didn't seem very happy with her.

Jane " oh come on I don't have all night for this" the viper wolves soon started leaping towards her, as Jane was using the spear to fight back against them.

Jane " well I'm up for a fight" Jane getting overpowered by the viper wolves, as they were starting to out number her and attack her in numbers. She had fallen to the ground losing her weapons.

???? " ahhh" Jane had become shocked when a navi male had came out of nowhere and started fighting off the creatures soon sending them running off. As he had hit them with his arrow and firing a couple bows at them.

Jane " ........" The male soon looked at her and he was not happy with Jane. Jane soon got up from the ground and started dusting herself off, still looking that the man who saved her life.

Jane " thank you for helping me"

???? " you are a fool you walk here not knowing anything" that when Jane remember grace school and she helped the navi children learn English, this man might of been one of her students.

Jane " you most know grace Augustine right I'm a friend of her as well"

???? " leave this place" The man had tuned his back towards her but Jane was not giving up, she soon ran after him trying to speak with him.

Jane " wait please I and my friends came here in peace, I don't mean harm I wish thank you for saving me back there" The male soon turned around and hiss at her.

????? " all of this happened because of you acting like a child, and now knowing anything"

Jane " okay then why save me when you could of walked away"

???? " you have a pure heart that why I saved you now head back, and don't come back" Jane seem to not be giving up as she followed the strangers soon meeting more of his clan, and soon being dragged to home tree. It was so amazing a big tree that seem to so tall but it seem like her coming was not welcome, and Jane understood why she was not wanted.

mo'at " Jane sully will stay with us and learn our ways and maybe we cna learn from her"

Jane " ........"

mo'at " my son will help you learn the way"

????? " mother why me that no fair"

mo'at " it has been done my son now take her to get new clothes" the man had soon take Jane away to get new clothes, he and everyone were looking at her.

Jane " so what your name"

Neytiro " neytiro te eyuthan"

Jane " neytiro"

neytiro " neytiro"

Jane " neytiro well it nice to meet you neytiro" neytiro seem not to like Jane at all and hated the idea of teaching her the clan ways. he was wishing his mother had someone else teach her the ways, even tsu'tey and the other didnt like her and thought she was weak. Deep down Jane was taking this chance to start something and see what happens, grace and everyone else seem happy about her being with the clan. This might even be a sign that things are changing for Jane after all and things will become good for her.

Months later

Jane " ......" neytiro is a good mentor and jane was doing her best to learn the ways but she was still not that good in navi ways.

neytiro " so you are a warrior among your people"

Jane " yes that day we meet I was there to keep some of my people safe from harm"

neytiro " your injuries have proven you fought well and not that many survive and thantaor and viper wolves"

Jane " I call it luck"

neytiro " so show me your moves Jane sully so I and everyone can see what type of warrior you are"

Jane " I'm guessing some of you this don't believe I'm a warrior truly"

neytiro " it because you are unlikely the female warriors we know you are shorter them them and seem a bit weak, having fiver fingers and coming from the sky ... you also don't like our female and not like the sky people females" Jane didn't know if neytiro was insulting her or complimenting her at the moment. She was trying her best to be friends with neytiro but it seems like the warrior was giving her a hard time.

Jane " oh great now we have a crowd watching"

neytiro " they will like to see how you Jane a warrior from the skies fight" Jane just scoffed and shake her head soon enough that match between Jane and neytiro started.

neytiro " you are good fighter but still need some work"

Jane " well it seems like I'm making an impression on you" neytiro laugh at Jane words and soon looked at her.

neytiro " there is nothing you can do that will impress me right now dream walker"

Jane " ......" Jane just smirked towards neytiro as the he ran towards her knocking her down, and when everything thought neytiro got the upper hand they were all proven wrong when Jane had side swip neytiro legs knocking him down.

neytiro " nice move" neytiro had gotten up and looked at Jane he seem amazed.

Jane " I have some other moves as well"

neytiro " ......." neytiro smirk towards Jane he was going to tackle her but was stopped when, she had out him to the punch soon tackling him and pinning him to the ground.

Jane " it look like the mighty warrior has been beaten by dreamwalker oh poor neytiro" Jane looked at him as they were so close and neytiro couldn't move at all. The pair had fallen in mud but neytiro was the one that was covered more in mud then her, Jane soon got up and was now looking the neytiro.

Jane " it seems like I'm a good warrior after all" neytiro was looking up at Jane, as she actually had beaten him in fight. She had never done that before until now. Jane had looked back to see more navi had come to watch and were shocked about what happened.

Jane " oh crap good move Jane good move" Jane didn't know what she did was either good or bad, as showing up the clan leader son and one their best hunter and warrior might good thing. Before anyone could say anything Jane decide to take her leave and head to the human camp.

Later that day

grace " you did what"

Jane " what he asked me to show him what I can do, they were questioning if I'm a true warrior and I showed him"

norma " I can't believe you beat the olo'eythan son ... that something I never thought will happen I know you are good fighter but you beat him"

Jane " I didnt mean to beat him or humiliate hime we were training, and I won the fight that all"

grace " what you might of done will be either good and bad"

Jane " I know but if you want to scold me why don't you scold one of your good student neytrio, he was asking me to show him what type of warrior I'm and I did I was not doing good at anything else yet but now I showed him what I can do"

grace " oh Jane"

Trudy " I don't see anything wrong with what happed warrior prince was asking for it and she gave it to him, I'm proud of you girl"

Jane " that your trudy" jane and trudy high five each other and smiled.

Jane " grace if it makes you feel better I will go apologize for my rude behavior towards him and the clan"

grace " well it was not the rude but eyuthan dosnet like us and this might make matters worst"

Jane " yes and I was starting to think that some human males and navi males were all the same"

Trudy " umm guys I think we have a guest" soon trudy showed everyone a screen and it seem like there was someone here.

Jane " I will get it"

grace " no I;m coming as well"

Jane " fine if you don't hear from in in ten minutes you can come after me with from and trudy deal" grace nodded her head and Jane went to transfer in her avatar body. She soon got up and walked around soon hearing someone out there.

Jane " ok whoever is out there come out now or else it been a long day, and I don't need any more trouble"

neytiro " jane sully"

Jane " neytiro what are you doing here out this late and so far from home"

neytiro " I have come here to give this back it fall off during our fight or I might ripped it off" Jane soon saw her necklace a gift that Tommy gave her but it seems to, have some navi details added to it.

Jane " my necklace"

neytiro " it saw it broken in the mud and knew it belong to you, as it the only human stuff you kept I fixed it for you"

Jane " thank you look I'm sorry for beating you and humiliating you" neytiro look at her with a confused expression on his face.

neytiro " you have nothing to be sorry about Jane sully you are mighty warrior your people most be proud of you, you have beaten me and well"

Jane " thank you" neytiro had helped Jane put back on the necklace, and for that mommy their eyes meet with each other and it felt like time stopped.

neytiro " just because you beat me this time doesn't mean our training over, we will start again tomorrow and see what else you are made of Jane sully"

Jane " okay see you tomorrow" neytiro didn't say anything else but nodded his head and soon walk away into the night, soon Jane meet with the others.

Trudy " he seems nice"

norma " yes and it not like there are many fine options back at base of the males ... there are some but not many"

grace " laides enough we are here to help and make peace, not find love of any kind with human and navi ... at the moment" Jane was laughing with her friends as grace, was starting to question if she picked the rights one to work with she knew she did. Over time Jane and neytiro did become closer and Jane become closer with the clan soon bring grace and norma with her.It soon become well know that Jane had gain the attention and affection of neytiro but she was not the only dream walker that gain the attention of navi since their time here. One night neytiro had taken Jane to the spirt trees and confess his love to her as she had confessed her love as well, soon become mates under the eyes of eywa. The dreamwalker and the warrior and soon become a perfect match that will last forever.

#avatar 2 #atwow #avatar #jake sully avatar #avatar fanfiction #avatar jake sully #avatar 2009 #jake sully x neytiri #neytiri x jake #navi avatar #grace augustine #norm spellman #tsutey avatar #jake sully #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #moat

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the-grove · 1 month

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Grove Digimon Partner: Rain/Reyna/Reynya

Hi so this little project continues to be a way for our system to help figure ourselves out, define ourselves and to stretch some creative flexibility and stuff. The three of us debated if we wanted to have our own digimon and such, but ultimately we decided to have one partner, with different evolution lines... This blog post might be longer than all the others... There is also a secret fourth thing that I(Rain) mainly wanted to include as a reference to from source. I will also point out this is something, i'm doing for *us* This is not a "What would be a best digimon for Ranma the character," while Ranma is our source, we are also our own people, and while we may draw on exomemories and things from the show as inspiration. We don't want to be judged by some standard of accuracy or perfection to source. I guess to start it off the rookie/child stage: 1) Rookie/child stage: Salamon/Plotmon

So we thought long and hard about it and Salamon was chosen because its generic small animal shaped felt like it would be a good fit for a branching line like ours. Its various descriptions across digimon media describe it as an Insecure digimon that has great potential. I feel like it would be a good buddy to talk to about things when I feel confused or uncertain about something. They might not always have the answer but talking to them would be comforting. I think we are gonna start with Reynyas line

So in our mind, the way things work would be that we would have one digivice, and digimon partner. But depending on whose fronting, will influence and interact with the data/code of our Salamon friend. When Reynyas fronting, the obvious factor to include would be her cat like nature and tbh that is the major theming around this line. And nyaow I'll(Reynya) be taken over to talk about the line. :P ADULT/CHAMPION: Gatomon/Tailmon

(Art is From the digital monster card game) Soooooooo there were a lot of cat digimon we could have gone with, Mikemon, Meicoomon, Leomon, and black tailmon just to name a few. The reason I chose Gatomon was for a few reasons. First off one of its signature move is called Neko Punch( or Cat Punch) and well thats pretty dang close to Neko-Ken( Cat fist) also known as Catfu... which in source is the technique the old man tried to teach us and led to my formation. And while it was pretty shitty of him, I am glad to exist and Gatomon by my side I get to stand proudly. There are a few other aspects to me picking it up as well, the English name is Gatomon, which takes its name from the spanish word for cat. Our systems body is Puerto Rician and our desire to be closer to that side of our lineage. Also there are some designya elements that can be pulled from Gatomons lines for the rest of my line. ^^ ULTIMATE/PERFECT: Lynxmon!

Lynxmon, continues the cat theme! Lynxmon is actually the armor digivolution for Gatomon if it were to use the digimantle/digiegg of courage, you can actually tell from the purple ears and markings that remain as a callback to Gatomon. While armor digimon are usually the equivalent of a Champion/Adult level digimon, there is at least some precedence for Lynxmon to be an Ultimate/Perfect level digimon as it was one in one of the digimon story games. Lynxmon. it's said to have a carefree personality which vibes with me :3. It also acts as a nice transition to the Mega/ultimate stage.

MEGA/ULTIMATE: Saberleomon!

Funnya enough Saberleomon is also a digimon who has existed as multiple levels throughout the franchise. Saberleomon seems like a fun finale for this stage for a few reasons! One, its a big ol cat! Two, the gloves of Gatomon are specifically said to be made from saberleomon data so it's a nice tie in. Three, it's really cool and I likes it alot!!!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ok So its my(Reyna) turn! Rain says he wants to do hers last. Rain and I actually focus less on aesthetics and more on a common through line for our parts of the line. Aesthetics are an aspect of it, but on thinking who we are we came across some digimon that really highlighted something important to us. I'll be up front about my theme, it is digimon who prefer not to fight but are powerful when they do. I prefer to resolve things peacefully, and unlike Rain I don't really consider myself a martial artist, but if I have power and I need to defend myself or others I should use it right? Well those were the thoughts I had when thinking about what I want my line to look like. Both a partner that will protect me and I can learn from. ADULT/CHAMPION: Siesamon!

Siesamon is based off of the Shisa, lion-dogs that are protectors and guardians. Siesamon follows that role as a guardian. Its fiercely loyal to its tamer, and fends of calamities and evil doers. They however are also very docile and enjoy sunbathing. I can just imagine Salamon digivolving to Siesamon, and letting me pet its fur to help relax from the latest chaos happening in Nerima..or our life right now tbh. Between the color palate and the mixture of lion and dog features it seems like a fitting digivolution for Salamon. ULTIMATE/PERFECT: Tyilinmon!

Tylinmon has some visual cohesion with siesamon, primarily the horn, and the way both of the tails and legs make use of cloud like spirals. Tylinmon is also described as a powerful digimon that detest conflict and bloodshed. The digimon reference guide puts a focus on its compassion towards all living things in the digital world, but will stand up against those who needlessly cause bloodshed. Its dedication to compassion is what makes Tylinmon appeal to me. MEGA/ULTIMATE Sakuyamon (Miko Mode Mostly))

Sakuyamon (Miko mode) is a mode that Sakuyamon takes when she isn't fighting and is instead focused on performing Shinto rites. The digimon refrence guide says shes puts a lot of her power into her ability to exorcise evil spirits. Striving towards peace and other types of solutions to Violence, I like to think that Salamon would primarily turn into the MIko mode... but I suppose they can form change into the standard Sakuyamon form if a fight really got out of hand! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alright I'm back(Rain) And I'll be going over my line. My line has two main themes going about it, martial arts.... and self acceptance. I'm bigender, and despite everyone else in this body already being ok with their identities and such, I still struggle to well be sincere and confident in embracing all of myself. And um I guess my hopes for my partner would be someone I can grow alongside with and embrace all aspects of how I feel and see myself.. And a sparring buddy!

ADULT/CHAMPION: Turuiemon!

So I actually had some difficulty trying to find a line that felt right for me. Turuiemon and the ultimate/mega in my line actually started off as being potential options for *Reyna* but after thinking about it and Reyna going in a different direction, there was a lot for me to like about Turuiemon. It is explicitly a martial artist, the digimon reference guide mentions it being found the hinterlands of a chinese mountain province, and its agility reminds me of my own training. TBH if I were to have a partner that didn't digivolve I think I would just pick Turuiemon. I never expected myself to have such a connection to a rabbit but here we are. But this digimon does digivolve and into....

ULTIMATE/PERFECT: Grappleomon

GrapLeomon is a digimon said to have taken the data from various fighting video games. The digimon reference book it unleashes a variety of ever changing techniques. Certainly sounds like anything goes! You may also notice that grapleomon is another member of the leomon family, this is where accepting all parts of me come in. My headmates are apart of, as I am apart of them. Having a digimon in the same family as Reynyas Ultimate/Mega stage displays that bond, and uh helps me over come a fear of cats I suppose( the others are ok with them mostly, but I well I dont get scared but I do get nervous). So martial artists... embracing myself and my headmates... I wonder what the final stage is.

MEGA/ULTIMATE: Lovely Angemon

As Reyna decided to not use Lovely Angemon and instead went for Sakuyamon... I found myself considering her. I was um. well I was uncertain about such a feminine design. Like I said, I'm bigender but I still get nervous about presenting feminine, of letting myself be soft. But...I do like the design, I do want to be feminine at least some times, and not because of a disguise, or i'm tricking someone, or because I have a curse and might as well use it. Its because thats part of who I am. It also doesn't help that shes described as a close combat specialist. She also enjoys eating tasty food while walking around and well, everyone knows when it comes to snacking the girl form is the way to go

And those our are lines! Okay I did mention a secret 4th thing. Well originally I was trying to set you a different digimon to be *my* lines final stage. And that was Qinglongmon

A Long twirling dragon connected to storms the wind? Why well it did remind me of one of my most important techniques. A technique that I learned when I was a pretty low point, in my exo-memories of course. The Hiryū Shōten Ha or Heaven Blast of the Dragon. Tbh It doesn't match any of the lines all too well, and i'm leaving it here mostly as a reference. But given its powerful and regalness, I also kind of like the idea that if like, Reynya, Reyna, and I came kind of co-fronted or at least were in Unison... Well Salamon could warp digivolve to it. IDK If that sounds cheesy or dumb or whatever. but yeah. This has been fun, I hope you enjoyed reading our rambles.

#Salamon #gatomon #tailmon #lynxmon #saberleomon #siesamon #Tyilinmon #Sakuyamon #Sakuyamon (miko mode)#Turuiemon #Grappleomon #lovely angemon #qinglongmon #reyna of the grove #reynya of the grove #rain of the grove

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skazoo · 1 year

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you're white noise.

↳ lee felix x f!reader

it's beginning to look a lot like you need to get out of your head and develop an emotional intelligence so that you don't make it so difficult for the people who love you to help you. or a "if you tell me about myself pt.2"

length. 2.2k

genre. demon slayer!au is back bitches! , friends(?) to lovers, fluff, crack and very light angst.

warnings/tags. language, mentions of death, injuries, blood, kny canon violence i think that's it.

networks. @kflixnet

notes. after the longest wait, the second part of my demon slayer!au is OUT!!! i've had a rough six months (🥲) but i've won back my inspiration from the clutches of procrastination. this is a little something but stay tuned for new projects!!

part one of the demon slayer!au can be read here!

i’m desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

the only thing you can hear is the forest's dull breathing.

the white expanse of the snow-covered ground acts as a blanket, and your stealthy feet thump softly on the ground.

a stray ray of a winter sun peeks through the branches of high pines drawing ever-changing shapes on your winter kimonos. felix’s has golden details, of course.

“we’ve been walking for hours can we please stop for just a second, i beg yo-”

“shut up hyunjin!” yours and felix’s combined whisper disturbs a small flock of birds that flies away in search of peace and quiet.

it’s the twelfth time in thirty minutes that you have to aggressively shush the redheaded slayer, and you can’t confidently say that you blame him.

when changbin assigned the three of you on ‘the most challenging mission of your young lives’ he didn’t bother to mention that the hard part would be finding the damn demon and not fighting it.

on top of that, the long walk in utter silence has given you plenty of time to think about everything. about him.

after that fateful night in the armory where felix told you the feelings he had for you, he kissed you, you kissed him back and you fled from your brother’s punishment in a summer breeze, things didn’t go exactly how one would think.

the night turned into the next day and things were awkward between you. it was obvious there were unspoken expectations and questions that neither of you wanted to voice out loud but that were painfully obvious to everyone around you, especially hyunjin.

the day quickly turned into a week and when things stayed awkward, it was a mutual decision -–or so you convinced yourself— to forget everything and start fresh. a new improved life in which you didn’t have an oblivious mortal enemy but a second good friend and sparring buddy, ready to help you become a great slayer whose lips you dream about at night. right.

now, as you’re standing ankles deep into candid snow, in a forest so big you can’t remember which way you came from, and with the aforementioned good friend walking just two steps ahead of you, you come to the understanding that it’s been exactly four months and twenty days since you realized how emotionally immature you are, and how felix is the exact damn opposite.

and yes. you’re keeping count.

felix abruptly stops and you have to suppress a groan of pain as hyunjin’s katana slams on the shoulder wound hidden under your kimono.

bless his heart, he doesn’t know. no one knows that since the last mission together you didn’t get out unscratched and a total winner, and nobody needs to know.

especially not felix. you don’t need him to think that you’re weak. you don’t need him to realize what a fraud you are. you don’t need him to take back everything he said that night because that’s what has been keeping you going these past months and you would not be able to bear it.

“did you hear that?” felix’s whisper materializes out of his mouth in a little steam cloud.

hyunjin’s head peeks from behind your smaller frame. “yeah, it was the sound of me giving up-”

“i’m serious hyun, it was like someone was slithering around us. we’re not alone.”

there's complete silence for a second, then again. a long hiss echoes through the forest.

hyunjin’s face turns pale all of a sudden. “wait, did you say ‘someone’? why did you say someone felix?”

a quiet mocking smile grows on the blond’s mouth. “if you listened to anything changbin’s tells us before we go on a mission you would know.”

a small snort of disbelief and he’s now whining to you, bottom lip childishly pouted. “Y/N do something he’s being a little bitch.” you have to keep the laugh that bubbles in your chest to yourself or you will definitely attract unwanted attention.

“hyune, baby, we’re looking for a snake demon. you have to pay attention.” you turn to the other slayer with a resolute expression. “it must have sensed our presence. we should split up. surround it.”

you see the hesitant flicker of his brows before he even opens his mouth, and there it is again, that crippling, irrational anxiety that he doesn’t trust you. doesn’t value you. doesn’t like you.

you feel like if you don’t show him that you are worthy now, he will never see it again.

“we can do it felix.” he looks hyunjin in the eyes, then shifts to yours. a silent nod makes you hopeful again. “i can do it.” you whisper only for yourself to hear.

and so the three of you have the clearing surrounded and now the only thing left to do is to focus. possibly not on the fact that you’re literally about to fight to the death to gain the respect of the person who literally told you he almost L-worded you even when you were treating him like a terrorist. in retrospect, you should realize that you were a complete idiot, but anyway.

but everything –of course– happens almost comically fast.

from your peripheral vision you catch the glimpse of a tail and before you know it you're being dragged on the freezing snow by your ankle. the wound on your shoulder opening again and leaving behind a trail of deep, incriminating red.

it’s so fast, so confusing, so painful that all you can do is let out a guttural scream that completely drowns out felix screaming your name from the other side of the clearing.

trying to take back the reins of the situation, while the demon forcefully hurls you forward, you reach for the katana in the sheath on your hip and violently and desperately plant it in the ground, putting an end to your target’s manhandling.

the second you’re up again and manage to steal a look at your partners you dreadfully realize that they are both looking at you with worry and a stronger undertone of disappointed anger, and suddenly the worst that could happen is not being killed or transformed into a demon but being abandoned by those you love because of a stupid lie. because of irrational insecurities.

as they run to your aid, taking a defensive stance beside you, you know what’s coming.

“we’re on the same team, why the hell are you hiding things from me!?” felix’s grunted shout reaches you even if the demon is roaring with hunger.

hyunjin joins. “why are you hiding things from us, Y/N! i’m- we’re your friends for fuck’s sake! is it that hard to ask for help!?”

you’ve never seen hyunjin being so aggressive in a fight. he moves on the snow with so much lightness that it might seem like he’s flying, and every time the demon snaps at him, he’s ready to use his enemy’s momentum to inflict small, deep cuts in the thick gray scales of the monster.

“when was this!?” felix takes hyunjin’s place as the redhead is thrown on the ground. his head forcefully bangs against a fallen trunk.

“i know! and i’m sorry, but i really don’t think this is the best time!” you’re out of breath as you dance with your partner around the contorting body of the reptile demon. you have to hold your shoulder with your other hand or you know things will get ugly for you.

he dodges a clawed hand directed at his freckled face. “it’s the only time, Y/N! why do you keep ignoring the fact that we care for you!? i don’t want you to die! is it that bad for you that you have to keep secrets from us?!”

you stay silent because what can you possibly say? that you’re scared shitless of being abandoned? that you don’t want him to move on from you even if you know that you’re the only one who wanted to stay friends? you can’t because he doesn’t deserve your paranoia.

your katana cuts deep into the demon’s side and felix goes on.

“i literally L-word you!” you almost freeze on the spot. “you changed me, Y/N and i wished i’d changed you even if just a little that night!” he’s losing concentration on the fight and he doesn’t even notice. all your fault.

“but you did felix, and for the better! i swear i’m sorry!” you plead, your voice straining against your throat.

as you dodge the demon’s scaled tail, the scene that unfolds before you seems to go in slow motion.

felix is too focused on you. his eyebrows furrowed in question, his eyes pleading for answers and on his lips, there's the beginning of your name, about to be uttered in the most lovingly, humanly possible way you’ve ever heard it.

but —and of course, there's a but— hyunjin is still trying to get up from where he was thrown and too far away anyway to shield felix from the clean cut of his head the demon is about to make. you are the only one who’s aware of the threat, you’re the only one who can do something.

the forest is silent again. the rumbling of the fight is completely muted by your mind. nothing moves. nothing exists except for you and the demon with bared teeth who's coming in your direction.

touch him and you’re dead.

you close your eyes and put your sword back before slowly unsheathing it again.

then all you have to do is breathe.

you breathe and burning flames shoot out to devour the demon’s body completely.

it doesn’t last long but it feels like a whole lifetime. for a second inside your head, there’s only anger that later leaves space for pride and an unbridled obsession to protect. then static sound.

when you zone back into the real world you slowly take a look around you.

the line of trees that marked the edge of the clearing has now been completely torn down. little fires still dance around, melting the white snow and creating a beautiful contrast.

behind you, you can hear felix and hyunjin’s ragged breathing.

“this is going to sound controversial but i think that went well.” hyunjin wheezes, folded in half, his hands on his knees and a surprised expression on his flushed face.

the other is looking at you with an indecipherable expression and your fight or flight instincts almost kick in. he’s studying you.

then felix sprints to you and tackles you to the snow in a bone-crushing hug. you can feel his heart beating like a drum in his chest, teaching yours how to love.

you wince. “felix, my shoulder…”

he takes your face in his gelid hands and just looks at you. he looks at the snowflakes trapped in your hair. he looks at your reddened nose, your lucid eyes, and the little puffs of vapor that escape your slightly parted mouth. with pain, he looks at your shoulder that’s still silently bleeding.

“Y/N…”

you squeeze your eyes in shame and understanding. “i know…”

his forehead touches yours and you feel the heat of his body envelope your skin.

you want to tell him everything that you’ve been keeping inside for these past months. you want to cry and assure him that it was not his fault but only yours and you want to tell him you’re sorry for pushing him away, for being too scared to give yourself to him.

you want to tell him this and more but he looks at you as if you’re a star and maybe he already knows everything.

honestly speaking, you're so tired of being scared away from love by your own mind. you know you can break free from the shackles that you put on yourself too many years ago. and with felix by your side, with hyunjin, changbin, with love, everything will be easier to bear.

a bird chirps in the distance and you’re forced out of your trance state.

felix’s golden hair reflects a single ray of sun that breaks through the high branches of the forest. “Y/N.”

“what?”

“i’m gonna kiss you, ok?”

you chuckle. “i haven’t showered in four days, felix.”

“okay?” he’s pouting and you can’t possibly say no to him.

“okay.” and it’s the softest kiss you’ve ever had. it’s hot and freezing, it’s so deep and carefree and it’s perfectly him. it’s an ‘i L-word you kiss’ and you couldn’t want anything more.

it doesn’t last long because from your left hyunjin always understands when is the right time to speak up.

“wait guys, am i- please stop kissing guys. am i doing this right?” he’s awkwardly trying to cut through the demon’s neck with his katana.

this time you possibly can’t stop yourself from snorting loudly and happily at your friend’s antics. felix on the other hand hasty gets up and looks like he can’t understand how a skilled slayer like hyunjin can be this incompetent. “hyunjin, it’s a demon you can’t cut his head like you’re cutting bread for fuck’s sake. it’s a clean cut c’mon.”

when the three of you finally make out the blurred outline of the snow-covered headquarters you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

in the distance you can see your brother smiling fondly at you, his knowing eyes fixed on the bandaged wound on your shoulder.

“where's my favorite idiot, uh?” his hands come as a megaphone around his mouth.

hyunjin looks confused and admittedly, a little bit offended. “i’m right here…?”

he gathers you in his arms as you sprint to him. “surprisingly enough i was not talking about you this time.”

#stray kids x reader #lee felix x reader #lee felix x you #demon slayer #kflixnet #felix x reader #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x you #stray kids angst #lee felix angst #lee felix fluff #lee felix fanfic #demon slayer x reader #stray kids au

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shipsgaysfordays · 1 year

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The Beginnings of The Great Prank War of 1976

(This is a precursor to the microfic that I wrote last summer called Olive Branch) 928 words, uses the prompt word towel for @wolfstarmicrofic

Also, I feel like I haven’t said this enough the past while, so fuck JKR and her transphobic hateful bullshit

Oh and this has genderfluid Sirius so the quick changing pronouns are purposeful

The gang’s all sitting around the warm common room on the first cold day of the fall, Sirius sprawled out on a couch waiting for Moony, Mary and Peter to come back from studying. James, Lily, Marlene, and zem playing a good old fashioned game of cards.

Everything going perfectly to plan, the trap set, Sirius would get the glory of victory, until:

“We should start a prank war,” James said with a smile.

“A prank war?” Marlene raised her eyebrow.

“A prank war,” James nodded with a giddy grin.

“And where do we draw the line, who’s on which side?” Lily questioned.

“Well obviously I’ve got you, right Padfoot?” James nudged them in the shoulder.

“Of course,” Sirius placed down a red 3.

“And if I have Padfoot then I must have Moony,” the boy spoke with the satisfaction of having come up with a game where he would of course win.

“Now don’t go deciding things for Remus, he’s his own man,” Marlene started as the door swung open.

“Who’s deciding things for me now?” Remus asked, walking in and placing his stack of books on a random table, “my lovely partner in crime or the criminal only known as Prongs? It can't be the only reasonable person here, don’t tell me Lily’s making decisions for me now, can’t be living a reasonable life.”

“James is saying that since Sirius’ your partner that you’ll join their team for the prank war–” Lily started.

Mary groaned, “There’s a prank war now! Oh fuck off, I thought I was finally gonna improve my studies. Here you blokes go, stealing the best teacher in Hogwarts.”

“Minnie’s on our side now!” Sirius spoke in awe with eyes as wide as the moon, she turned to James and gave him a high five.

“It may be better if you guys just throw in the towel now,” James eyes Lily.

Lily turns away, “Remus, you can’t join their team.”

“Oh, why not?”

“Come on Rem, you’ve shared a dorm room with those idiots for years, you’ve got to be holding some grudge against them,” Marlene switched her voice to a deeper more ghoulish joking tone, “join the dark side, let your evil spark out. I can see the crazy behind your eyes Remus, join us.”

“Convincing speech, I need to think over my options,” Remus put his hand to his chin, tapping on his cheek, in obviously very deep thought.

James held Sirius by the shoulders, “We’re losin’ him, get in their soldier!” He proceeded to push Sirius off the couch, the dude stumbled on their feet before returning to the confident stride over to Remus.

“Moony,” she took his hands.

“Yes?” Remus spoke as a question, a taunt, how are you gonna convince me?

Sirius kissed Remus’ cheek, and then spoke softly into his ear, “Join us and I’ll read to you while you hold me, whatever story you want. Oh,” he kissed his cheek again, “and I’ll kiss you…wherever-you-want.”

Remus’ face was burning as hot as a fire in the desert.

“Fucking unfair,” Marlene grumbled in her chair.

Lily nodded, “Such bribery shouldn’t be tolerated, remember Remus, all’s fair in love and war. Don’t let some stupid gray eyes convince you otherwise!”

Lily, Marlene, and Mary whispered amongst themselves, after putting their heads together (seemingly a lot of Mary and Marlene telling Lily to do something) they came to a deal.

“I’ve got an offer for you oh friend, oh buddy of mine,” Lily spoke with a shit eating grin.

“You think you can top Sirius’ offer?”

“Anyone can top Sirius,” Peter interjected as he shuffled some cards.

“Not true! I give my heart out to few and even then, lust and love are quite separate,” Sirius said with somewhat fake offense.

Mary looked through Lily’s bag, papers upon papers of notes.

“I’ll lend you my potions notes,” Lily said with a smile.

Remus looked back to his fellow marauders.

James smiling, thinking he’s won, and Sirius looking just a bit more concerned.

“I’m on Lily’s team,” Remus spoke quickly.

“What was that?” Marlene put a hand to her ear just as James screamed, “WHAT?”

“I’m. On. Lily’s. Team.”

“My heart has shattered, broken into a million pieces, such betrayal. I can’t believe this Moony, I know Padfoot feels the same, they just can’t think of the words to say it,” James monologued dramatically next to a gaping Sirius.

“We better see about getting Minnie or Reg on our side,” Peter quipped.

“All of us know that they would rather join our team rather than a group of delinquents,” Mary smiled.

“Time for the uphill battle of a century I guess, my friend,” James patted Sirius on the shoulder, his friend still gaping.

“Notes…he chose notes,” Sirius spoke, bewildered.

“He’s got priorities,” Lily, the devil now in Sirius’ eyes, butted in.

“HE CHOSE NOTES OVER ME,” as Sirius yelled, laughter filled the room. They caught eyes with the boy in question, staring him down with fire in her eyes, “this means war, Lupin.”

“Yeah that’s kinda what we’ve been talking about this whole time,” Peter muttered, “a prank war.”

Eventually, after lots and lots of whining on account of not having enough people on their side, Sirius, James, and Peter did get some more members on their team.

Within the declaration of war it was Team We’re Better Than Those Guys (James, Sirius, Peter, and Marlene–who deserted to this side after a certain member of the opposing team started bashing quidditch) versus Team Intelligent (Lily, Mary, Remus, and Regulus).

#marauders #the marauders era #the marauders #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfic #marauders prank war #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew

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foggyfanfic · 6 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: As the thought solidified in her mind, she heard a crackle, and the ground shifted beneath her feet. When she looked down, a crack had formed.

She stared at it.

Oh.

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6. Drawing a Blank

Mirabel spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out how to get Isabela to confess whatever secret she was hiding so she could tell her sister she loved her even if she was weird, and spoiled, and kinda stupid sometimes.

She thought about pursuing the mystery of the cracks some more, but she figured this thing with Isabela was more important. Besides, maybe if she spent more time around Isabela, she’d see more cracks and get another lead. She wasn’t abandoning her secret adventure, she was just waiting for new information.

Knocking on Isabela’s door didn’t make her magically appear, so Mirabel paced around the nursery a little, then laid down and stared at the ceiling. She dozed a bit, but woke herself up with thoughts of Isabela.

Mirabel rolled onto her side and stared at the empty bed that had previously held Antonio.

Nice as it was to have her own room again, she already missed her little buddy.

She stood, stretched, and left the nursery in search of Antonio. The natural place to start was his new room, and sure enough, when she knocked on the door she heard her own father invite her in.

Schooling in Encanto was getting increasingly complicated. They didn’t have formal teachers for anyone who wasn’t between the ages of six and thirteen, but they did have a fair number of people who knew enough about science, literature, history, or math to teach it. Mirabel, Camilo, and Amada were still technically in school, but that mostly just meant they were given weekly homework assignments and had the option to ask their “teachers” for help.

For anyone younger than six, people generally just taught their own kids. In the Madrigal family, Tío Bruno handled the alphabet and basic spelling, Tío Félix handled general things like the names of all the colors and reading a clock, and her Pá handled numbers and counting.

That’s what they were working on when Mirabel entered. Antonio was sitting on Agustín’s shoulders, concentrating on a family of capybaras.

“So, there’s more than four, what number comes after four?”

Antonio held up four fingers, then extended his thumb, he held his hand out for Agustín to see, “Cinco?”

“Sí! Bien!” Agustín wiggled himself so he could gently jostle Antonio, “Now, are there more than five capybaras?”

Antonio counted them off on his fingers, then shook his head, “No.”

“You’re right! Come on, let’s go count the birds next,” Antonio started walking, “hola Mira, anything I can help you with?”

“No, I was just missing my favorite primito,” Mirabel followed her father, wiggling her fingers up at Antonio.

He waved enthusiastically back, “We’re seeing how many animals are in my room!”

“Oh, wow, that’s a good idea. How many have you counted so far?”

“Um,” he looked at his hand, holding up all five fingers, then held up four fingers on his other hand, “this many?”

“And how many is that?”

“Nieve?”

“Ay, you’re so smart! Soon you’ll know more than Papá,” Mirabel enthused.

“True, then I’ll be out of a job,” Agustín joked.

“Your job is being a Tío,” Antonio said, leaning over Agustín’s head so he could look him in the eye.

“Oh? Is that right?”

“Mm-hm,” Antonio nodded, enthusiastically.

“I like that, that sounds like a great job,” he paused under a tree branch where a pair of toucans sat side by side, “Alright Tonito, how many?”

“Dos!”

“And that brings our total too?”

Antonio frowned as he ran out of fingers, “Umm…”

“Here, you can borrow some of my fingers,” Mirabel held up her hands, “how many do you need?”

“Just one for now,” Antonio put his hands next to Mirabel’s and stared at their collective fingers, then he whispered, “What comes after diez?”

“Once,” Mirabel whispered back.

“Once!” Antonio proudly repeated to Agustín.

“Very good,” he laughed, “nice use of teamwork.”

They started walking again in search of more birds, Mirabel taking the time to really look around the room now that it wasn’t filled with party goers. It was beautiful.

She felt a little pang of jealousy, despite her efforts to stamp it down. It was just-.

If Mirabel had gotten a room, she would want something light and airy like this. Maybe with giant spools of embroidery thread, and plenty of places for her to sit both with or without her family. She liked the mosaics in Luisa’s pool, and the garden in Isabela’s room, and the maze of caves in Tío Bruno’s room.

But she wasn’t going to get a room, because instead of that magic being used to give her a gift and her own room, it was stored away for a rainy day.

But, she was happy she had such an important job. She was proud of herself. Mirabel was fine.

She stopped walking.

Oh.

Mirabel was fine, Tía Pepa was fine, Isabela was fine, Dolores was fine, and Luisa was fine.

Or in other words, none of them were happy.

Mirabel wasn’t happy.

As the thought solidified in her mind, she heard a crackle, and the ground shifted beneath her feet. When she looked down, a crack had formed.

She stared at it.

Oh.

Her heart started beating in her ears. The cracks happened when they were unhappy. Whenever a crack appeared it was because a member of the family wasn’t ok.

How the hell was she supposed to fix that?!

Unhappiness happened! It was a part of life. Fine, ok, yes, if Mirabel was going to be honest with herself, she wasn’t happy that she was the miracle’s back up plan, she wasn’t happy she didn’t get her own room, and she definitely wasn’t happy being coddled the way Abuela always did.

But!

But she thought of the absolute trust in Antonio’s eyes as he held his hand out for her help, she thought of Octavia trying and failing to mold the earth into a statue of Mirabel after getting her gift, of Amada stomping her foot and demanding that Mirabel get the awesome gift she deserved. Mirabel thought about Tío Bruno saying how smart and mature she was, of Camilo risking Abuela’s ire to get Mirabel a day of freedom, even of the hug Isabela had given her earlier.

Mirabel wasn’t perfectly happy, but she was far from miserable. She was loved, she had people who cared about and supported her. No matter what else was going on in her life-.

The ground shifted again, and Mirabel looked down to see the crack was gone. The second part of the puzzle clicked into place.

The cracks appeared when they weren’t happy, but went away when they felt loved and supported.

So, why hadn’t the cracks in the wall gone away?

Dolores had said that the cracks used to open and close all the time, implying that it was only recently that the cracks had started sticking around. Why? What had changed?

“Miraboo?” her father called from somewhere beyond the bushes, reminding Mirabel where she was.

“Coming,” she called, racing towards her father’s voice, when she caught up with them she said, “sorry, sorry, I was just enjoying how pretty this place is.”

Antonio smiled proudly at that, and Mirabel was struck by how happy he always got whenever she complimented or praised him. Her opinion mattered to him. She mattered to him. It was something she already knew, but in light of her epiphany, it just fed her confusion.

Her thoughts still circled around the cracks even while she continued to help her Pá teach Antonio how to count. The Madrigals loved each other, a lot.

What sort of pain could be enough to overpower the love between them?

AN: I didn't want to spend too long letting Mirabel wonder how the cracks work, since we the audience already know, and instead have tried to make it believable that she would arrive at this conclusion without the house falling to pieces. Since everybody reading this already knows the major beats, this is more of a bomb under the table type story than a mystery.

#mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #agustin madrigal #Encanto #Encanto AU

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Hey, I just want to say thanks for posting these updates on the Hybe boycotts. Especially since I don't always actively keep up with the kpop branch of news (since I don't have Twitter or use Instagram that much).

It's good to know that there are at least some groups of fans working together to stop Scooter and his buddies and show their support to Palestine. I do worry if it'll be enough, but I also hope that they'll manage to kick Scooter out soon. From what I understand, it could be by the end of this month at the earliest?

It also leaves a weird taste in my mouth to think about how these artists are doing collabs of this sort (like the one with that UV Killer guy). How much of this was them actively willing to participate in the collab? If a lot, what does that say about their stance on Palestine? Will we ever know the answers? (Probably not, unfortunately.) It just feels. Weird.

With that being said, I hope that you have a good day and take care. And again: thank you.

hello! and honestly no problem! i understand that a lot of people on tumblr don't use twt and it's honestly hard for them to find out about these things and i would like to keep them informed since people that follow me are kpop stans and most of them stan a hybe group and so i just feel like keeping people updated because unfortunately, this situation might be direr than we thought and i'm hoping that making people aware about this and also people in the music industry that are zionists make people think about the music they listen to and how they can take action on how to call these people and get them out of positions of power! honestly, i know there are a lot of people that still question the validity of this boycott and why does it matter when hybe doesn't finance isnotreal directly but like idk if people are aware that scooter braun met nethanyahu personally and made artists under him visit isnotreal against their will and it's all part of the propaganda pact he has going on with these people and he continues to spread propaganda even after all this time but yeah idk this should alarm people! i wanna make this clear this boycott is being led by armys4palestine, armys that are palestinian, and also the bootthescoot team! this boycott is literally led by palestinian people and all i'm saying is if they are asking us to boycott and be outspoken about this it's maybe because it matters you know what i mean? so i'm sick and tired of people saying it doesn't do anything when a lot palestinian movements have also taken note of this one and thought it was great so yeah atp i don't wanna hear what these annoying people have to say and whether is not valid or not

also i have the same questions as you about whether the artists know they are collabing with zionists or not but most of the time these songs are done by hybe producers or producers that they bring in and groups just sing over it and call it a day but truly idk if they are aware of it and if they do what their stance is... we might never know but i have definitely questioned myself that today

also yeah supposedly on march 29th, hybe will be discussing about scooter braun and what his position at hybe will be and tbh i will be keeping my expectations for this really low because idk if anything or good or bad will be coming out of this or if they will care about the protests, the hashtags and the trucks people have been sending but, now that we know txt have a literal zionist that produced one of their songs, it's clear that even if scooter and his team are kicked out we have more to do and it's frustrating

i understand that as a fan it's hard to boycott but, trust me, i didn't want this to happen but at the end of the day, we have to think about how this is bigger than hybe, us and our faves! it's about making the music industry free of zionism and unfortunately, it might take a while but we have to put his movement above our comfort and while fighting for palestinian people! i just hope people realize this and don't forget why this is being done in the first place

#but honestly thank you for this #even tho i'm doing simply bc i'm tired of these people not being put on blast #i'm just doing my part and this part of day to day routine here #so it's just what i should be doing #but i'm glad that you find my posts informative bc that was the goal #so i'm happy for that #also this is long i'm sorry lol #asks #anon

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So long story short, I joined Argent Dawn earlier this year and had my fair share of ups and downs with the server. A good friend of mine in the guild I'm in mentioned the "Stormwind City Guard" in the Discord chat the other day and most veterans got a little ranty over it but didn't give enough context on who or what they were, care to fill in a bit?

This may in fact be an innocent case of misidentification. There has been many, MANY 'Stormwind City Guard' guilds. Some have had almost identical names "Stormwind Guards" vs "Stormwind City Guard" vs "Stormwind City Guards" and variations.

The reason likely is however there have been deep problems with the 'Guard rp' scene for quite some time. We won't delve too deep into things but once it was realised by many less scrupulous players that they could achieve a power fantasy with Guard RP they decided to dip their hands into it for that purpose.

Primarily there are two types from this branch, those aligned with the Royal Court cabal (the DiCU as we call them) and those who are essentially set up to aggrandize the ego of the leader and their buddies (who are always the officers of said guilds). These players have been known to, proven to have and in many cases still do cause great disruption, outright harassment and generally promote an incredibly insular and toxic mindset. RP is a competition for them, how many people can they get to obey their nonsense trite 'law books', how many people can they get to accept their 'martial law' and 'lockdown rp' (the latter, highly insensitive when done during the height of the Covid pandemic no less).

To call them roleplayers is actually insulting to actual roleplayers, those who play a role, a character. These people generally play themselves in a sort of lionized version of their real world persona - evident by their constant drawing from real world law enforcement tropes rather than draw from what is right in front of them.

Guard RP can be good, but the inherent nature of RP (that being two parties operating in mutual consent of one another's boundaries) means playing a character which has implicit executive authority over another character by virtue of what they are doing is rife for misuse.

#confessions of argent dawn #argent dawn eu #DiCU #Royal Court #Stormwind City Guard #Stormwind City Watch #Stormwind Home Guard #Stormwind Infantry #It never ends #it never ends

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lupinblacktheone · 1 year

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... a mom

Notes: This is my first TOH fanfic. I hope you like it!

Luz Noceda is NOT living her best life. She doesn’t have any friends at school, her grades are dropping, she isn’t enjoying her hobbies like she used to, she is estranged from her family and yeah!, her father died a few months ago.

So when she stumbles upon a weird portal, she enters it to never come back.

Growing up, Luz loved to be outside, creating games with Papá, Mamá and Vee. They all would jump into the activities her imagination brought up.

Now, Camila had to work a lot more to keep things going on as a single parent, and all of a sudden, Vee was too cool to hang out with her loser older sister. Actually, Luz despised the majority of Vee’s friends — Masha was fine, but that was it —, so she was happy that their place of choice to spend time was the park, leaving the Noceda household all to Luz.

She would usually sit under a tree and read the Azura books or work on a fanfic. Although she had gone through the pages of each The Good Witch Azura volume a hundred times before, the story always managed to grasp her attention in a different way… until now. She didn’t quite understand what was happening, but her mind would not get mesmerized by the wonderful plot and characters.

“I’m sorry, Papá”, she sighed, tossing the second volume of the series to the side. “I just can’t keep going like this.”

She went back to the room she shared with Vee and took a long look at the backpack under her bed. Maybe this plan isn’t so stupid after all.

Luz thought she could rely on her guidance instincts, especially in her home town, but they proved to be useless the second she turned three corners away from her school.

With tears in her eyes, Luz sat down on the curb, holding tight to the straps of her backpack. Night is falling around her and the closest shelter was like, eleven miles away from wherever she was now.

“Great”, Luz muttered, already imagining what she’ll say when — and if — Camila called after noticing Luz wasn’t home.

As she put her phone on her pocket, something moves in the bushes, followed by a shy bird sound.

“Awwwww. Are you hurt, little buddy?”, Luz shoved her hands into the thigs to move them aside and find out what is going on.

The tiniest of the tiny owls came out, chirping as she tried to hold on to a branch of berries and untangle from the leaves.

“Let me help you.”

Setting the poor thing free was the easy part. The minute the owl realized it could once again fly as she pleased, she dives into Luz’s pocket, snatching her phone away.

“You thief!”, Luz shouted as she bolted after the fugitive bird. “Give me my phone back!”

The girl ran for a few blocks, extending her hands with the fragile hope of retrieving her mobile before it was broken.

With the same speed it got in and out of Luz’s pocket, the owl entered a weird orange rectangle and disappeared.

“Well, what do I have to lose now?”

***

“What is that?”, said Amity Blight, pointing at the creepy-looking key pending from her girlfriend’s neck.

“I’m not sure yet. I mean, it’s obviously a key, but to what?”

“To the human realm”, Hunter assured in a growl. “Belos will come after it in no time. We should destroy it now.”

“Luz won’t be able to go back home!”, Gus interjected.

“If we wait too much, Belos will kill all the witches.”

“Shut up!”, Eda yelled, covering her ears. “Luz found this thing, so she should have a say on the matter.”

All the eyes turned to Luz. Suddenly, she had had enough of that conversation. And rushed to her room.

“We should give her alone time to think.”

“We don’t have time to waste!”

“It will be better if her best friends handle the situation.”

“She needs her girlfriend!”

All the voices quieted down after one of Harpy Eda’s trademark screeches. Then, a fist knocked on Luz’s door.

“I’m coming in, kid”, Luz couldn’t answer. “I’m taking your silence as an ‘I’m okay with that’.”

As Eda sat down on the bed, her wings created a light airflow and messed with the trinkets on the top shelf.

“Don’t listen to Hunter. We have all time in the world to decide what is our next move. Do you hear me?”, Luz nodded. “Good. So: what is eating you right now?”

“I have been lying to you guys. I’m not lost. I ran away from home. I don’t want to go back, but I feel like I should check on my family at least once. But the only way to do that is by using the key and we don’t know what would happen if we opened a portal.”

“Ok, ok. The Owl Lady has got this. Get up, we are going on a trip.”

Luz got downstairs, behind Eda, now in her human form. Everybody in the “Screw you, Emperor Belos” team gathered around them.

“Here’s the plan: Lily, you and I are taking Luz to Latissa. The rest of you will tear this key apart. Raine, you are in charge.”

The Clawthorne sisters got on their staffs, with Luz holding on to Eda’s waist.

“Edalyn, I, better than anyone in the Boiling Isles, know that you and Luz are always up to some kind of weird endeavor, but is this the right time to…”

“Here we are”, Eda interrupted, forcing Owlbert to go down. “Before we move on, Lily, can you explain to Luz about the Latissa portals?”

“Sure thing”, she jumped off her staff, ready to talk.

You brought me all the way down here for a history lesson?

Turns out that the water of the Latissa lakes leads to a dimension of magic cubes that allow communication with other realms — given certain limitations. Eda planned on using them so Luz could talk to her family without open a portal that Belos could use in his evil schemes.

According to the readings of Lilith’s device, a portal to the human realm was located not very far form them. Eda made sure that the rope around Luz’s waist wasn’t too tight or too loose prior to letting her go in.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Luz immersed her head in the galaxy-like tissue. Identical cubes floated to all directions. The girl called out her mother’s name and a cube raised up to her hands’ level. Like a child learning to blow bubbles in a swimming pool, Luz lowered her head in the cube, peeking inside.

Camila and Vee strolled around the kitchen, making dinner. Luz watched them from above, as if she was sitting on the top cupboard. They hummed along the song played by Camila’s phone. Luz “swam” to the device and called Camila again.

“Luz? Diós, I didn’t hear you call. Are you okay? Where are you? When are coming home?”

“I want to talk about that. I finally found a place where I fit in, so… I will get in touch more often, but I will not go back to Cincinnati.”

“Do you hear yourself? You are a child, Luz. You can’t find another place to live and expect me to just accept it. Where are you? I’m coming over tomorrow morning.”

“You can’t come, Mamá. The… door will be officially closed tonight.”

“Are you in a cult?”, Vee asked. “Because it sounds like a cult.”

“It’s not a cult, Vee”, Luz felt the rope being pulled. “Crap. I gotta go.”

“What’s going on, mija?”

The cube slipped from Luz’s fingers and she was pulled out from the water.

“I am sorry, kid, but the time is over.”

They fled the place and got back to the Owl House. People were sitting by the fireplace, chatting and warming their hands.

“Are the smores ready yet?”, King reached out his arms to be picked up by Willow.

“I thought I left you with a task”, Eda entered the room with her hands on her hips.

“We completed it and now we are chilling out”, Gus responded. “C’mon, Luz, we made popcorn.”

The girl sat down with a pillow with the other kids in a corner as Eda caught up in the key destruction process. Long story short: that thing was filled with Titan’s blood, which was the real fuel for the transport between realms, so they broke the capsule and burned Amity’s blood-stained gloves — Darius promised to get her another pair.

“It has no use to Belos now”, Hunter assured. “We should fly over to the Knee and bury the pieces there. That way, Kikimora will find it and the Emperor will get angry at her, instead of us. We will live happily ever after.”

“It doesn’t solve the whole Belos problem, but it will give us some kind of higher ground”, Raine said, holding Eda’s hands.

“I know that. I have to talk to Luz”, she whispered at their ear. “See you later, Rainstorm.”

Raine waved as Eda escorted the human to the kitchen.

“Do you want to talk about the conversation with your mother?”, Luz gave her a sad nod. “Go on, then.”

“She didn’t understand. She thinks she can drive to where I am and drive me back home. And my sister is convinced I’m in some sort of cult.”

“Titan…”

“I couldn’t bring myself to tell them about demons and witches being real. It would sound like another Luz delirium to their ears.”

“It’s not like you owe them anything. You can stay here for as long as you want. You’ll have Lily, Raine and Darius when you need responsible people. You’ll have your friends when you need goofy people that share your crazy interests. You’ll have King when you need an annoying little brother. You’ll even have me when you need… a mom.”

“T-thank you.”

“Anything for you, kid.”

#the owl house #the owl lady #mama eda #luz noceda #lumity #amity blight #out of character camila noceda #vee noceda #raine whispers #don't mind me #I'm just projecting my issues into my newest obsession

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