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nostalgink · 1 month

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Due to some past trauma from previous fandoms, I'm not particularly one to engage in fandom related discourse anymore, but when you not only name-drop me, but continue to perpetuate lies about not only me, but also my friends.... that's when I'd rather "clear my name" than allow for a nasty rumor to circulate when I know it's out there.

I want to go through everything that went down in order as best as possible. Even though I’ve spent so much time on this receipt post, truly this issue was something very small, the root of the issue lies with CookieRuby herself, given she decided to continue to create and perpetuate lies and rumors about myself and others. I know she will most likely continue to make up whatever she wants to have happened to obtain pity from those who do not know the context, but I thought that if she was going to do so regardless, I might as well let everyone know mine and my friends’ side of things. Because sadly I got some very worried and confused messages wondering if the statements were truthful. Hopefully this reassures most that they are in fact not.

I also would like to say while I am deeply upset that someone would lie about me like this and continue to emotionally manipulate, then double down on it all… I still do want to say that if you know people who act as such to please help them get the help they need. The timeline of this basically showcases us interacting at 3 points ever, but its obvious in her own obsessive world she has created, it has been brewing with her much longer. Which all of this is genuinely concerning and I hope she gets help. Despite my anger.

In the beginning

I believe I knew about them prior to them joining the old Darkwing Duck RP server I used to be active in back in 2022. If you know me, I follow practically every artist in the fandom. Especially as the fandom loses traction and there are less and less of us actively creating works. So naturally I followed. I even found her oc interesting. I mean why wouldn’t I? Magentus, while more of an oc now than he was in the past, at the end of the day still is my sona so to speak. I love seeing others put themselves into their own work in their own ways. Unfortunately once I got to know them, their attitude towards others when it came to their oc soured my interest.

In a lot of her posts, she makes claims towards my friends and I (as well as I suppose vague unknown other “harrassers” prior to us. I only put it in air quotes because the amount of lying she does, ironic I know, makes me question the validity of anything she says.) that we actively hated and made fun of her for disliking Drakepad. As you can see in the screenshots provided, that is exactly the oppposite.

I also want to mention the screenshots here are an anonymous friend’s server that I used to be active in. In the screenshots provided by Soy, it refers to their old server. Though I believe there is a point in our screenshots where one is referenced in another. (I am currently not looking at them, so I can recall which is referenced in which.) I wanted to make sure there was no confusion with that. These were provided to me by Drake. I could not find them on my own. This was her asking about playing her oc initally. and some stuff I didn't screenshot previously I think?

On Soy’s Side of things

Initially I had another draft of this whole rant, but because of these screenshots I got so peeved that I spiraled into a mad disorganized rage due to the ridiculousness of all of this. So I thought it would be best to rework my words into a more composed response. Personally I had read the first set of messages after they had happened, but when it comes to the discord screenshots, these were new to me. We were all suspicious of her potentially using an alt account on tumblr to ask as a “friend”. Because while I cannot say the same for my friends, I had online friends when I was young who pulled very similar stunts to continue to emotionally manipulate me into remaining their friend and under their thumb. I do not fuck with that sort of behavior anymore. And to note from Soy they said that they had joined their old dead DWD server and immediately dmed them. The obsessive manner of her continuing whatever game she thinks this is is a genuine concern and big alarm sounding that she needs to talk to someone. She is older than me, but I have already dealt with extremely similar people in my preteens, so it’s sad to see someone being so immature like this. (I hit the 30 post limit so the screenshots will be in the reblogs for anything missing)

responses to tumblr posts

Starting with the post that finally prompted this response, I want to cover my personal opinion of each thing mentioned. Unfortunately as you will see, I do not have proof for my own ponytown run in personally, but if you read all of the messages provided, you can probably tell who’s more truthful considering it’s a 1-0 with me having evidence and her none. You’ll notice she remains vague when she can, which is most of the time.

First we need to all heavily note that this was a supposed dream. She is her character Hannah in her dream, alongside Drake. Soy, an anon, and myself appear as “hooded people” in her dream and do an incantation on her in order to curse her to not be with Drake. I suppose this causes a curse that forces Drakepad to be real in her dream? Then we say quotes she is claiming we said. I will get to that in a moment. This is a summary so that if she deletes the post linked, you still have me explaining it. (I wrote this last night, unfortunately as of right now while I was acquiring links she did in fact delete the post. Likely because of my warning post from the other day. So she is stalking my account still.) Then her own oddly crafted happy ending where the spell is broken and she gets her ending of support.

Now I’ll cover the “quotes”

“Drakepad is the only true ship”

You will here her claim people saying this to her often. In reference to my friends, such claims have been proven false. We supported her opinion despite our own. Even comforting her and letting her know its awful for anyone to try and pressure her over such a simple difference in taste. Also adding the fact we supported her oc x canon even though she could not RP it in the old server.

“Darkwing DENIED YOU” with her claiming it is something I said to her in Ponytown.

I will go more in depth in exactly what I said in ponytown further down, but I never once said this. She insisted that my opinion was that her oc x canon was not valid. I was Negaduck in game, then I specifically swapped to my Magentus pony and stated how hypocritical it would be for me to say such a thing. Then proceeded to let her know, though I was annoyed, that it’s alright for her to not ship something she does not like, but continuing to bring up that you hate a ship to people you know don’t mind it or even ship it themselves is rude. Then she proceeded to do something I can only describe as something I am seasoned to as the son of an emotionally inmature mother. Again I will elaborate in the ponytown section.

“She gaved me PTSD by her DrakePad hate. And with her tumblr post who HURTED my friends saying we “FORCED” Drakepad on our server she lied.” Which was aparently what Soy said.

I cannot speak to how soy feels completely on this, but I know they did not develop post traumatic stress disorder from this. Nor have they said this quote if you could not guess. I believe the friend was the one in the screenshots between them and soy on discord I shared above. Again, I do not trust that these are her actual friends. This is not to say she couldn’t potentially have friends who agree with her, I just don’t trust her truthfulness especially with said discord dms. But you as the reader can make your own opinion on that. From what I was told by Soy, they joined (I believe after they realized they couldn’t do oc x canon with our Darkwing in the old server, which was his choice to make.) and asked if they could do darkwing x hannah. Soy and others kindly let her know that they were working on a drakepad relationship, but saw no problem in doing dw x lp x hannah. She accepted I think? But regardless then returned to our server to both brag about how someone finally let her, but soon ranted about how uncomfortable poly stuff made them. Some of this is word of mouth, but you can see other parts referenced back above.

“You deserve no friends.” by an anon

Again, I question the validity of this claim, but assuming someone actually said this to her this is horrible to say to someone. Back in 2020 I dealt with prosh*ppers in a problematic fandom harrasing me because I outwardly was against their adult x minor ship. Unfortunately if you know what fandom I mean. (keep guesses to yourself, I don’t want to bring it up in public.) You know it’s very popular unfortunately. I was sent death threats and people telling me how unworthy of friends, love, or anything they could throw at me. I would never say this to another nor condone saying this to another. Even if CookieRuby is in the wrong here. Everyone deserves the chance to have friends and flourish as a person. I’m angry but I’d never wish such a thing. And while I’m at it I would like to suggest to you as the reader that if you are considering doing such a thing don’t. Block her, move on. It’s not worth it. I’m only here right now to give context, then I’m done. I do not want anyone going after her. I’m just here to show my receipts, not to harrass her. I’d just prove her point if I did that. I’m not that sort of person.

And I was shown her speaking about her inferiority complex. I do not have one, so I cannot speak to how true this is, but considering this was March 2023...it seems despite her admitting this, she has obviously continued to lie about people. So I don’t know if she has that complex, but she is a chronic liar at the very least so there’s that I guess.

Ponytown run ins

The provided screenshots below are from before what I’ll be describing to you. I had to re-listen to a voice note I sent after this. It’s all I have besides the discord message of me realizing it was her. I do not want to attach it just because I keep my voice to myself most times. I’m shy gang.

Starting off I was just finishing my Magentus pony. For a while they had a color palette I had just chose myself without reference and I was finally giving them their reference colors. I was returning to the darkwing rock circle I was hoping to start a darkwing pony hangout at, when I saw a Darkwing pony approach. Now, I don’t know if this was coincidence of perhaps she knows about the hangout from my story. Considering she has alts, she probably was checking my story, but that is speculation. I immediately am eager to friend them because of their pony. But of course the first words from her are “why do you have me blocked?” my mood immediately changes as it hit me that someone had told me prior she had an account. Likely due to the incident in the other ponytown screenshots. I ask to confirm if it’s her and she says yes.

So I simply put that she cause discomfort to my friends and I and that I use the block liberally. During this I am scrambling to try and block her on ponytown too, but unfortunately my block list is too full because I have been blocking Dream SMP ponies left and right. So I decide maybe here is where I can put my foot down on things. I also mentioned a side thing about how the old server I was in had a policy about posting over people, but she seemed to focus on this more. (I do not recall if this was enforced at the time, but still it was focused on way more than the main issue I was bringing up.) I mentioned how she’d post over others. I told her that it wasn’t my main point and to forget that and move onto the main issue. I explain to her as adult as I can back to her Drakepad issue that “You were being rude to people because you could get your ship. We tried to be nice and I just blocked you because I didn’t want to deal with that [anymore].” and the only thing she got from that was me saying “rude” I suppose so she responded saying “oh so I’m the toxic one?” and boy have I heard this one get pulled on me before. It’s giving emotional manipulation. I calmly reply “That is not what I said.” I said something else that I couldn’t recall, though likely just me restating what happened, then she said “well I guess I’m sorry-” I was on a call at this time with my boyfriend while he was on break as this went down, so I began speaking to him irl. I guess I did not respond to her in time because she continued with the classic backhanded comment of “Since everyone wants me to apologize anyway” or something to that effect. It was in that way that someone who does this wants you to just accept the apology even though it was not a meaningful one. She does not have to apologize, no one is making her, but that was her attitude about it. I thought I’d just end it off there with a joke to myself so I didn’t lose it. I went “I have a mother, I can be emotionally manipulated at home, I don’t need this game from you. Bye.” and logged off. Honestly there is when it actually got personal. Somewhere in the middle she insisted what I had mentioned earlier with us hating oc x canon and drakepad and all that and that statement from earlier still follows.

I even have a later note worrying there would be a post on her tumblr, but I checked once and there was nothing so I thought maybe she had gotten over herself…..we are here now so nope. Also this was 2/2/2024 for timeline’s sake.

I was transcribing from a voice note, so if it seems like there are any holes in that ask me, I’ll try to fill in what I missed.

Misc

Lastly here are things I did not know how to organize into the rant. As well as some people making mention to their experiences with her in reply to my Instagram story. I swore I would get all I could and I meant it.

And anyways thank you to those who actually took the time to read all of this mess. I don’t know how I did drama back in the day this has truly been so exhausting to write, but it was important that I did. Honestly despite my anger this is really dumb to have to make, but I do not like being lied about. I especially don’t like my friends also being lied about. And again just block her and do not engage. I do not condone harassment of any kind. I am going to go sleep as I finish writing this. This was a tiring experience. She’ll probably continue but now I am satisfied knowing we’re all on the same page.

#jack flaps #callout post #receipts #drama tag :/#darkwing duck #ducktales #oc

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scryarchives · 8 months

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

khaji-da mentioned something about the new girl 'drea' being dangerous, but what did she mean by 'dangerous'? and how dangerous could she be if she's best friends with his very own sister?

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author's note: more of a filler chapter haha. disclaimer: i don't speak Spanish, so please do correct me if i am wrong! read more under the cut! :)

A couple of weeks had passed since the Tlatilpas had come over to the Reyes household. Unfortunately, Anika (or as she asked Jaime to call her “Aunt Anika”) was the only one over as her wife Zara had been too exhausted from the drive to Palmera City.

As nice as their family was from what he gathered, Jaime couldn’t help but let what Khaji-Da told him that day weigh his mind down. He sat on his bed, laptop open on the plush bed sheet as he gnawed the end of his pencil, brows furrowed in thought and confusion.

What did she mean by ‘she’s dangerous’? Did Khaji mean Drea specifically? Or her entire family?

“This ‘Drea’ you worry about, she’s the dangerous one.”

Jaime rolled his eyes. Of course, the blue bug alien bonded to him and responded to him when everything was peaceful and quiet in his home.

“Okay, you’ve said that already, but a little specifics would be nice,” He shrugged sarcastically at the little robotic voice in his head. “I mean, dangerous how? Does she have connections to harmful people? She’s got machinery that can endanger us? What–”

“I scanned her DNA while you were shaking hands,” Khaji-Da cut Jaime off, the male glaring incredulously at the voice.

“First off, we need to set some boundaries, Khaji. You can’t keep scanning all these people without my acknowledgement. It’s creepy and overall weird. Second, how would that make her dangerous? She’s human too.”

“Incorrect.”

“What? You’re saying I’m wrong about scanning people being inappropriate–”

“She’s not one hundred per cent human,” Khaji-Da answered once more, this time, her answer left Jaime on edge.

“She’s approximately fifty per cent alien.”

“Milagro! What’s up? How’s my favourite Reyes doin’?” Drea chuckled, her dark waves bouncing behind her in her high ponytail. The bracelets on her wrists ‘clinked’ together as she and the youngest Reyes high-fived, grins wide on their faces.

“¡Soy bien! You?”

The two shared a handshake, and despite their fast friendship, they got along well, like two peas in a pod.

“Meh, could be better,” She chuckled, rubbing her upper arm. “My Amma had a whole list of chores for me to do, so my arms are completely wiped out.”

“Ah man, I get you,” Milagro scoffed, nudging shoulders with her best friend. “Hey, you wanna come in? I’m sure we got something we could watch together.”

“Yeah, of course! Oh, by the way,” Milagro perked up, seeing Drea halt. “I almost forgot, Amma made some snacks a few days ago, so she asked me to bring some to you.”

It was then that Milagro realised that Drea was carrying a backpack and the Latina walked over to help hold the item up as Drea pulled out a little transparent container with a red twist-on lid.

“It’s more of a traditional snack from her home town? Country? One of those,” The older woman shrugged. “It’s called murukku, not sure if you’ve heard of it, but it’s one of my favourites. Vadai’s a close second.”

Milagro hummed at the spiral-looking snack, smiling kindly at her friend.

“Aw, look at you all soft for me! I’m gonna hide this in my room forever so that no one else in my family will ever take a bite,” She grinned before it fell. “Actually, better not. My mom is gonna kill me if she finds food in my room.”

“Oh, I know how that feels,” Drea chuckles, the two walking into the Reyes’ humble abode.

“Mom! Drea’s here!” Milagro called out, the woman smiling sweetly the moment Bianca entered her view.

“Hi, Mrs Reyes! Thanks for having me over,” She pulls her bag over one shoulder in slight nervousness, Bianca smiling widely at the girl.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Drea! It’s always wonderful to have a friend of Mili’s over!”

“Her mom made us snacks. No one touches it before I do, please,” Milagro huffed, placing the transparent container on the table as her mom eyed the snack curiously.

“Alright, mija, but there’s no controlling the rest of the family,” Bianca laughed, Milagro rolling her eyes with both love and annoyance as she led her friend towards her little room.

“Did you know I found a stray the other day? Surprisingly, both my moms let me keep him,” Drea whispered to Milagro, hoping to distract her.

“Oh seriously? What’d you name him?” Milagro looked over at Drea in slight surprise.

“Sparky von Cocoa the First, but Sparky’s just for short.”

“I need pictures of him. ASAP.”

“Hey Mils, you hungry?” Drea glanced over at Milagro, seeing her friend lying beside her, stomach flat on the bed as her eyes were still glued to the computer, invested in the series the Latina was introduced to named “Never Have I Ever”.

“Uh… I could get a drink, do you want one?” Milagro raised her eyebrows, glancing up at Drea, who shook her head.

“Nah it’s fine, I can get it. You’re too invested to miss anything,” Drea teased, pushing herself up from her cross-legged position. “And I’ve already watched all the episodes up to date, so I’m good.”

“Wow, you do not have a life.”

“I know I don’t,” Drea chuckled, opening her best friend’s room door, and walking out into the corridor.

As soon as she turned around, she noticed that she was face to face with the other Reyes descendent, Jaime’s eyes widened in surprise to see the neighbour’s daughter standing in his home.

“Jaime, hi,” She flashed him a quick smile, and Jaime cleared his throat.

“Hey, uhm, Drea!” He held an awkward smile of his own, eyes guarded. “What’re you doing here? Is Milagro alright?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. Was gonna get us drinks.”

“Cool.”

Then silence hung over their heads, neither adult looking at the other before Drea crossed her arms, lifting her left arm to point her thumb in the direction of the kitchen.

“So uh, does Milagro have a specific drink she likes here? Or should I drop by the convenience store to get it?” She asked with genuine curiosity that Jaime almost believed that she was completely human.

Unlike what Khaji warned him about.

“We got uh… something in the fridge that she’ll like.”

Jaime once again smiled, albeit he smiled flatly, heading out of the corridor, and into the dining area. Trailing him to get the drinks, Drea filled herself a cup of water, eyeing Jaime curiously as the male rushed around the area, as though he was looking for someone.

“How’s life?”

Jaime snapped up, humming before zoning back to her presence. He looked a little lost before he finally registered her question all while fidgeting slightly.

“It’s… life. Nothing much really. Job hunting, trying to keep things afloat,” He answered before heading towards the front door.

“Oh seriously? You’re looking for work too? That’s great,” Drea chimed, brushing off Jaime’s behaviour as nervousness. “Do you think it’d be fine if Milagro and I join you for the search?”

“I mean,” Jaime’s eyes darted to the door as he turned around to answer. “Mili and I were already working that out together but uh, yeah, you’re welcome to join.”

“Great, that’s… yeah, thanks,” Drea smiled gratefully back while Jaime nodded hurriedly.

A silence fell between them once more, Jaime tapping his wrist in urgency, yet he stayed in case there was more conversation she tried to start. Just to confirm, he spoke up, Drea keeping her glass away in the sink as she picked up another full glass of water for her friend in the room.

“Is there anything else you need to ask or…?”

“Ah, nope, I’m done,” Drea shook her head, her eyes widening in realisation of his situation. “Oh, shit, sorry for the hold up.”

Before she could say anything else, Jaime told her his response while walking out, the door slamming shut as she heard his voice ring out for the last time.

“You’re good, no worries!”

As soon as the front door was shut and he had walked out of view of anyone, Jaime sighed as his suit, unfortunately, burning his current clothes off, annoyance filling him.

He had to speak to Khaji about that, there was no way he could keep buying new clothes for each week.

“I thought you would never leave.”

Speak of the Devil.

“Look, she was nice,” Jaime muttered, the helmet forming over his head. “And she’s Milagro’s friend, I can’t be not nice for no reason.”

“She is an alien. There is a reason to not be nice to her,” Khaji-Da responded with a know-it-all tone, Jaime rolling his eyes.

“That’s rich coming from you. Just tell Mama that I’ll be late for dinner.”

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michincrisis · 12 days

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A drawing of my Oc's Mar 🚉❣️

These days, I was trying to make drawings of each of my Oc's individually :]

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sharkguy · 9 months

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《°• Mi fursona, mi representación en este blog •°》

¡Al fin rediseñe mi oc representativo!

Quizá algunos estén confundidos del porqué mi representación es más masculina que femenina, y pues quiero aclarar que soy "Tomboy" como algunos le denominan, me siento más cómoda con una apariencia y físico masculino, apesar que en la vida real aún no puedo hacer eso(por falta de dinero y entre otras cosas) pero eso no significa que me identifique mi género como al de un hombre, no, yo soy una mujer cisgenero, pero me siento más cómoda con cosas masculinas.

Tenía mucho miedo en publicar mi referencia ya que pensaba que esto podía ofender a la comunidad trans, pero al consultarlo con unos amigos de allí, me dijeron que no es nada ofensivo ni nada.💜

Si algun@ se siente ofendido o incómodo con esto hagamelo saber. .muchas gracias.🌸🌻

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《°• My fursona, my representation in this blog •°》

Finally redesigned my representative oc!

Maybe some are confused as to why my representation is more masculine than feminine, and I want to clarify that I am "Tomboy" as some call it, I feel more comfortable with a masculine appearance and physique, even though in real life I still can't do that (due to lack of money and among other things) but that does not mean that I identify my gender as a man, no, I am a cisgender woman, but I feel more comfortable with masculine things.

I was very afraid to post my reference because I thought this could offend the trans community, but when I consulted it with some friends there, they told me that it is not offensive or anything.💜

If anyone feels offended or uncomfortable with this let me know. .thank you very much.🌸🌻

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italic-doing-random-shit · 3 months

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OC WRITING (mainly just Adam)

— Please enjoy and read with caution —

language: English and some Spanish(translated)

Context: this is how Adam started smoking

Tw: depiction and description of smoking, minor character death, slight mention of gun violence, angst, light transphobia(people just didn’t know)

•-•-•

“... And make sure to keep it clean--”

“Yes sir.”

“And replace the bandage about every two weeks.”

“Yes sir.” Adam huffed, he knew how to care for himself, and he didn’t need some overpaid doctor to tell him. He stood from the cot.

“I’ll be sure to contact your school’s headmaster, no sports until we take off those stitches.”

“Yes sir.” He huffed as he slipped the extra bandage in his pocket.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Alejandra, don’t pick at it.” He remind him; Adam angrily winced at hearing his birth name.

“Yes sir, I’ll see you soon.” Adam left the room, only to be shoved to the wall by doctors yelling at each other. His back hit the wall, causing him to yelp and turn his attention to the cot.

“We need to get him stabilized as soon as possible; how did he get here so late?!”

“People thought he was already dead before we arrived and denied him care.” Another yelled back, “Get him a saline bag now and assure there’s no more bleeding!”

Adam was lucky enough to catch a glance at the person on the quick moving cot.

His best friend.

He tried to protect him, he did. He failed. Maybe he can at least be there at his last moments. He turned on his heel and chased the cot. His legs wobbled under each step as he tried to run after him.

“No, no, no...” He muttered as he ran after them, an arm pulled him back.

“You don’t have clearance--”

“I don’t care!” His voice rasp and shirl, “Thats my best friend and I’m not losing him!”

“Ma’am, Please, you will visit once he’s stabilized”

“No! I need to see him now!” He snapped angrily, pulling himself away from them. The one time his magic had to fail him.

Powerless. Screaming. Aching tears. He was escorted out.

As tears poured down his face, his body violently shook. He sat on the floor next to the doors of the emergency room. He couldn’t stop his body from trembling and his uneven breath from spasming.

“Hey.” An unknown voice spoke up next to him. Adam flinched away from the person.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I ain’t gon hurt you.” Adam seemed to not understand, his eyes wide and paranoid. “huh, no hablas inglés? Or uh, parle vu... french?” You don’t speak English? Or uh, you speak French?

“No señor, yo hablo inglés y español. Español es primer y mas facli.” No sir, I speak English and Spanish. I knew Spanish first and it’s easier.

“Ah, ¿qué es tu nombre?” Ah, what’s your name?

“Adam Barden. Tu?” The doctor ignored him. Adam Barden, you?

“Ese es un nombre extraño para una chica.” That’s an odd name for a girl.

“No soy Chica,” He snapped under his breath, “soy hombre.” I’m not a girl. I’m a boy.

“... Ah, comprendo. Lo seneto.” Adam moved to sit more comfortably, he sat in a ball and buried his face in his knees. … Ah, I understand. I’m sorry.

“Es buen...” it’s fine.

“¿Que te ha pasado?” The doctor asked. What happened to you?

“Que?” What?

“Por que estas aquí?” Why are you here?

“Puntos; heridas de bala.” Stitches; bullet wounds.

“Ey, Casandra Academia?”

“Si, mi y mi amigo. Fue una víctima, solo volver a verlo.” Adam teared up as his voice wavered. “... Yo... Asustado.” Yes, my friend and I. He was a victim, I just want to see him again. I’m.. scared.

“Yo comprendo.” I understand.

“Realmente?” Adam looked up at him, hoping for a connection. The doctor nodded, Adam noticed the cigarette and lighter. Really?

“Puedo?” The doctor looked down at him confused, “El cigarrillo, ¿Puedo?” Can I? The cigarette, can I?

“No, es peligroso.” He said as he began to light the cigarette and smoke. No, it’s dangerous.

“Soy cauteloso, estaré bien.” Adam said with a false smile. Release, he needs a release. The doctor sighed and handed him the cigarette. Adam denied the lighter, mumbling that he could light it himself. He caused a spark with what little magic he had now. He inhaled shakily and immediately coughed and wheezed. He took a few deep breathes then tried again. He slowly breathed in the smoke and sighed, it felt weightless as he exhaled. I’ll be careful, I’ll be okay.

“Gracias señor, me siento mejor.” Thank you sir, I feel better

“You should get back home soon.”

“I can’t back to the school dorms without a car, and no offense to you, I don’t want to get in a car with someone I just met, a fully grown man at that.” He inhales the smoke again, like a little fireplace in his hand. Felt like spices tickling his chest.

“Heh, fair. I can call someone for you.”

“Please do.” Adam leaned back on the wall, relaxing. He never knew how to smoke, but it came oddly naturally. He inhaled and exhaled as if he’d done this a million times before.

“Adam Barden, right?”

“Yes sir; year 10, music and teaching route.”

“Thank you, I’ll make sure someone gets you back safely.”

“Thank you.” As the doctor left, Adam continued to let the light smoke flow in and out of him. Once the bud was too small, he dropped then stopped it out, then threw it away in a nearby trash can.

More.

He felt a slight hunger for more. He tried his best to ignore it. He saw his headmaster of his school, Mrs. Everkeen, hopped out of her car and ran up to Adam. He lightly cupped his cheek and angled his head up to hers.

“Oh... Oh Adam, how do you feel?” She asked in her usual calm and soft tone, it soothed Adam.

“’M fine, can we please just go back to the dorms? It’s been a long day.” Adam’s voice wavered a bit as he turned away from her gaze.

“Of course. I’ll get you something to eat as well, doctor called and said it could help.” Adam muttered an ‘okay’ and followed her back into her car. He sat in the front seat and hugged himself. His soul ached. His best friend, gone, he could never get him back. A silent tear dripped down his cheek as he thought about their shared memories together. Mrs. Everkeen sighed as she started the car and began to drive off.

“I’ve got something for you,” She began hopefully, “Its in the bag behind your seat.”

Adam curls around the seat and grabbed the bag, “This one?” She nodded as he pulled out a fresh jacket, fur along the hood and inside with black leather and yellow on the cuffs, highlighting his red magic. He knew it had to be handmade.

“... Soft...” He muttered as he felt the inside of it, “Did Errin make this?”

“He did. He knew how much you liked your old one and how it got torn in the ordeal. I don’t understand why you’d need a whole coat, but I didn’t stop him.”

“Heh, Errin takes any excuse to stitch something up... Tell him I said thank you.”

“You can tell him yourself; you are friends are you not?”

“.... I think he still needs time after the incident, it's only been a few hours.”

“That’s fair, I’ll send him your gratitude.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome, Adam.” Mrs. Everkeen let out a cough, “What is that smell? It smells like smoke.”

“O-Oh, uh, I walked by a smoker earlier.” He lied and turned to face out the window. “We ran into each other.”

“Ah, well, make sure to get the smell off tonight.”

“Yes ma’am...”

#italic doing something #My ocs #my writing #Please read Tw before reading

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daenystheedreamer · 2 months

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really just attacking u today arent i. sorry about that! anyways if duncan and jenny had children How fucked up do you think those targaryen genes are making them …… Crazy mud witch and Incest prince cannot make stable people. Like i have the dsm5 open but i fear its not bad enough….. I think about this a lot this is my favorite question to ask

evilllll that there were none are u kidding cos they should be rightful heirs!!! egg 'yeah i love poor people' v when he has to actually materially support the poor.... my friend daenerys would never do this!!! i know their sons would be full of hate and spite and rage... okay dunk+jenny child ocs unlucky four of them:

aegon, named for egg, in hopes egg might change his mind. super bitter and despises cousin aerys. i would be a better king im literally alpha sigma chad my beta soy cousin aerys is GAY and CRINGE

alysanne, named for the good queen :) sneaky snake bitch. pretends to be sooooo nice but is whispering in grampa egg's egghead ear saying ooooo you wanna crown my brother sooooo bad u wanna do globo homo communism sooooo much

aemon, named for maester aemon :) second son insanity. mommy's boy. kills aerys♡

aelora, named for poor mad aelora. runs off to the blackfyres and disappears.... mother of maelys blackfyre mayhaps 😈

normal duncan and nice jenny having evil children VERY funny to me.

#ask #sshireens #aegon v targaryen #oc:thejuncans

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exmp3 · 2 months

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Haiii guys!!! Sorry for not posting, anyways more soy IDV art !! Im happy some liked my oc a lot and am excited to post more ^_^ my twt is @/MesmerAlt if anyone wants to follow me there!

(IGNORE THE DEMON ONE ITS AN ON GOING JOKE WITH FRIENDS ABT ANTONIO ALWAYS SCREAMING AND GOING ON ABOUT DEMONS INSIDE OF HIM…)

#idv fanart #soyfloresidv #idv oc #oc #original art #idv matthias #idv aesop #idv #idv art #oc artwork

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galaxycunt · 2 months

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OC INTERVIEW

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman

I been seeing people do these in character so lemme do it for Mara and Ysari bc those are my guys rn

Ysari

name: Ari, all my friends call me that. [astarion miming behind them] Ys if you wanna be like that

nickname: …blood bag….hes teasing though it’s okay!

gender: who are you? The government?

star sign: Darling? What is it? Oh, okay. Uh, Leo.

personality type: oh I don’t do those tests. Those are for teenagers and Gale.

height: 5’4 I’m not ashamed of it unlike someone I know 😏 (astarion)

orientation: all about that free love baby

nationality/ethnicity: baldurian born and fucking raised baby!!!!

fave fruit: strawberries, especially on a pastry oh I love those jam things.

fave season: late spring, early summer. Beautiful ocean breeze in the afternoon.

fave flower: Balsam is cute, RIGHT ASTARION FLOWERS ARE SO NICE

fave scent: fresh tobacco, bergamot, tea leaves.

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee, I am the god of sleep. I need to lie down all the time oof.

average hours of sleep: I dunno, babe. Who sleeps in more these days? Don’t let anyone tell you how often cold food was when I finally got up at camp to eat in the morning. Awful, awful stuff.

dog or cat person: how can I choose? With their little paws and noses? Would you ask me to choose the sun or the moon?

dream trip : I wouldn’t mind traveling to water deep now that people aren’t trying to kill me every other step.

favorite fictional/real character: I gotta say, Boo is an underutilized character in most bard tales involving Minsc. I’m gonna change all that.

number of blankets you sleep with?

A: oh yeah! Tell them how many!

You’d THINK a vampire spawn would understand what it means to be cold.

random fact: I can juggle!

Mara

Name: Mara!

Nickname: Mars Bar, Marshmallow, hey you!

Gender: I’m just a 22 yr old minor

Star Sign: Aries

Height: 6’8 (5’1)

Personality type: I think I took those tests. Told me I had a computer virus. I dunno. I kinda just click on the first result online.

Orientation: I’m your bisexual queen 😎

Nationality/Ethnicity: soy chicana biiiiitch straight from LA 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽😤😤😤😤

Fave Fruit: mangoes

Fave Season: summer

Fave Flower: roses. I need to have them somewhere on everything I own pretty much

Fave Scent: rose!!! Duh!!!

Coffee, Tea, or HC: listen, listen. Hot chocolate WITH coffee.

Average Hours of Sleep: uhhhh 8? That sounds right (it was not)

Dog or Cat Person: doggies

Dream Trip: never left the country can you believe? Need to see what the other colonies are all about.

Favorite Fictional Character: that funky little robot with a mustache thats in the serials Felix makes me watch.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: five

Random Fact: I can do that fun little trick with a gun where I can light a match by shooting it. Learned it from my neighbor Dan who was a stunt coordinator back in the day.

#oc stuff

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oh-no-another-idea · 6 months

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OC Recipe tag

Okay friends, this idea just came to me, so let's play a game!

Rules: share a recipe your OC would make, either one passed down to them or one they found all by themselves. Bonus if you have an actual recipe to link! Some OCs can't cook to save their lives, but let's talk about the ones who can! :D

I'll go first--Thresh from Stars and Ships is often the crew's cook. He grew up as an orphan in a government program (bad news, if you haven't already gotten that vibe), but after escaping, he made his way to a relatively abandoned planet where he lived in the warm desert, and taught himself to cook with online recipes. One of his favorites is pork fried rice, something his mother might've made for him as a kid, if he'd had a mother. And it's super easy to make enough to feed the whole crew! There are never many leftovers, for some reason 🤨

I couldn't find any recipes online that fit, so I'll try to write out my own. :) Sorry to say I don't have precise measurements as I was taught without them!

Cook however much rice you'd usually use for the correct number of people. I use 3 cups.

In a wok or large frying pan, with olive vegetable oil, fry a bunch of chopped vegetables till cooked and remove. Some options I regularly use are carrots, zucchini, bok choi, or kale.

Beat and fry the eggs till cooked. For 3 cups rice you'll want roughly 7-8 eggs.

Add cooked rice, chopped ham/shrimp/meat of choice, chopped green onions. Add the veggies back in and stir together.

Season to taste with sesame oil, soy sauce, salt.

Enjoy!

Tagging a few people, if you're interested? @blind-the-winds @sleepyowlwrites @sleepy-night-child @reneesbooks @vsnotresponding @ember-writer @indecentpause @writernopal @eli-writes-sometimes @the-stray-storyteller and OPEN TAG of course :D

#tag games #oc recipe tag

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thegoldensungoddess · 5 months

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drew my friend @soy-s4uce Oc dave and my OC catherine hanging out in Civilian outfits

#darkwing duck #dwd #myart #catherine dwd #oc #darkwingduck #darkwing duck oc

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pupuseriazag · 4 months

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9, 11 and 25 for the End of the year asks ^^

9) Best Month for you this year?

Oof... wait no I did had a "good month" it was May because I was able to go to the beach with my friends ✌🏻 I did had some trouble with my mom but the trip was worth it, and overall that made my month good ;w; literally the moment of happiness I had before this year went to shit

11) Something you want to do again next year?

GO TO THE BEACH CON MIS COMPASSSSSS I want to do it again :'3 it was so much fun. ALSO GO TO ANOTHER CLUB WITH SOME FRIENDS ASKFJAFHGA I NEED TO GO OUT FFS

25) Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

Oooh boy prepare

I made around... 3 I think? Rox, Ishkuat and Huitzilin but I wanna talk about Rox because I'm currently finally working on their spidersuit ASFKAHSFKJAFH (and I've done like, 3 fics of him and Miguel)

Soooo a little infodump on my boy Rox Reyes

Rox is pretty much yet another soft self insert I did mid year because when Spiderverse came out I was still dealing with loneliness and feeling so shit about my relationships never lasting and being so shit TT-TT originally that role was going to go to my genshin OC buuuut I became SO attached to Miguel I wanted to explore my fear of a new relationship with him and Rox, my fear mostly of falling again for someone and fearing that that happiness was going to end one day.

And hoinestly Miguel hit me so hard as a character y es que man, osea, yo digo "si soy ese maje" tanto headcanons que tengo de el como cosas canon que he investigado AAAAHHHHHHHHH

No puedo, perdon xD esque si Rox vino a ser ese oc el cual considero super personal porque me ha ayudado a explorar estos sentimientos que tube este año post relaciones toxicas y pasar todo un año sin enamorarme de alguien y tenr alguna relacion. Also mi constante pelea interna de quye si quiero tener hijos algun dia vs sintiendome que no soy suficientemente capaz de criar un humanito.

Mas mi temor interno a caer en la casilla de ""completar mi trabajo como mujer"" (por eso Rox usa he/they o el/elle, igual que yo) y que si llegara algun dia de tener hijos, las demas personas me verian como "una mujer que ya completo su rol" y le tengo aversion a todo eso que me haga parecer mas "una mujer lista" porque no wey yo soy un vato no mames. Si cierto que me visto como bicha y me maquillo

...perdon eso se puso muy personal 😅 Pero si, tqm Roxito

#zagreus rambling #ask game #grax por preguntar UWU perdon por tardarme :'vvv

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scryarchives · 7 months

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟏

zara tlatilpa goes mama bear mode, but jaime figures that it's for the best.

masterlist | previous , next !

– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: honestly, mama bear zara has my heart <3 disclaimer: i’m not of Hispanic or Aztec descent and used a translator for certain terms, so do correct me if im wrong!

translations: muy bien entonces, criatura terca - alright then, strange creature mijo, ¿a dónde vas? - darling, where are you going? èl se fue a verla de nuevo, ¡le gusta! - he's going to see her again, he likes her! No es nada, nana - it's nothing, nana ¡deberías llevarla a una cita y mostrarle el amuleto de Reyes! - you should take her on a date and show her the Reyes charm! ¿Lo entiendes? - do you understand? y recuerda, compórtate bien - and remember, behave yourself ¡sin travesuras! - no shenanigans! todavía soy demasiado joven para ser abuela - i'm too young to be a grandmother ese es un buen chico - that's a good kid

A thump rang throughout his chest as Jaime did a double take at the message, his face heating up.

“Hey, Khaji, just to make sure, I’m not seeing things, right?” He muttered, pushing the hair out of his squinted eyes, re-reading the message repeatedly.

“Jaime, your vision is excellent. Alejandra has invited you to her place since her pet wants to meet you.”

“Why do you call her Alejandra? I’m pretty sure she’d be okay with you using her nickname,” Jaime shrugged, pushing himself out of bed as he suddenly felt conscious of what he was wearing.

“If her name is Alejandra, I shall address her as so, I have no emotional attachment to her,” Khaji-Da responded plainly, Jaime rolling his eyes.

“Could you at least try? It’s so weird not hearing her being called by her nickname.”

“Not likely.”

“Muy bien entonces, criatura terca,” Jaime muttered under his breath, pocketing his phone as he pushed his room door open, now wearing a baggy set of jeans, his navy blue shirt beneath a light blue and white, short-sleeved flannel.

“Jaime,” Bianca Reyes beamed, looking up from the paper in her hands as she spotted her son emerge from his room, glad to see him going places instead of being cooped up in his little room, despite him only coming out for breakfast this morning.

Noticing her son dressed up to go out, her brow furrowed, placing her pen down for the shortest moment as Jaime hummed back at her, leaning his weight against the back of a nearby chair.

“Mijo, ¿a dónde vas? I thought you didn’t have anything planned?” She tilted her head to look up at her son, Jaime walking closer to her to place a little peck on the top of his mother’s head.

“I won’t be far, Mamá. I’m heading over to Drea’s, she’s invited me over.”

“Él se fue a verla de nuevo, ¡le gusta!” Nana called out from the living room’s couch, Jaime’s eyes rolling lightheartedly.

“No es nada, Nana,” Jaime sighed with a smile, used to the teasing. “She’s just a good friend, I guess.”

“She’s got a point, Cabrón,” Rudy smirked, the front door of the single-storey house thudding closed behind him.

“You have been hanging around her quite a bit. ¡Deberías llevarla a una cita y mostrarle el amuleto de Reyes!”

Hearing that caused Jaime to flush a bright red, Rudy letting out a boisterous laugh at his nephew’s reaction, walking over to the young man and landing a heavy back slap on Jaime, the young Mexican hero wincing slightly.

“Okay, okay,” Bianca sighed with a smile. “Let’s leave him be, go on your little hang out. Dinner’s at six-thirty, no negotiations. ¿Lo entiendes?”

“Sí, Mamá,” He sighed, letting his mother affectionately pat his cheek.

She smiled up at him softly, before her forefinger and thumb pinched Jaime’s cheek tugging gently as her son complained at the discomfort despite being twenty-two.

“Y recuerda, compórtate bien. ¡Sin travesuras! Todavía soy demasiado joven para ser abuela,” She lectured, Jaime’s hand wrapped around hers to try and pull her hand away, the rest of the Mexican family laughing at their antics.

With a final tug, Bianca released her son’s cheek, Jaime sighing as he put on his sneakers, and walked right out of the door with a warm smile, realising that he could never find it in himself to dislike their affectionate teasing.

Sauntering over to his neighbour’s house, he glanced behind him, feeling eyes trained on the back of his head. Turning the slightest, Jaime noticed the way the curtains of his kitchen’s windows shifted ever so slightly, and a chuckle escaped his lips, realising his family’s gaze wouldn’t leave him anytime soon.

Finally, his feet halted, realising that he stood in front of his neighbour’s lawn, and for some reason, he suddenly felt nervous. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, his fingers fiddled with the threads. A new nervous habit, he noted, taking in a final deep breath as he marched on to her front door.

Deep in his mind he could hear Rudy’s slight sigh of disappointment, muttering something along the lines of, “Ay, ay, ay…"

Now face-to-face with the mahogany door of the Tlatilpas, Jaime lifted his fist, knuckles hovering over the dark wood before leaning his head back, mustering up all of his courage to knock on the door.

The knocks echoed throughout the area, and for a brief moment, everything stilled. And then the door jolted open, revealing a woman who towered over him behind a patterned, iron grill gate.

Her short, dyed hair was parted at the right of her scalp, a tattoo visible on her upper right arm – it’s pattern almost resembling one of Drea’s golden arm cuffs of her hero costume.

The red spaghetti top she wore exposed her lean physique and a baggy pair of white shorts wrapped around her hips, but her muscles were still visible as she tilted her head, and Jaime just felt the slightest bit intimidated.

That was until she let out a large smile, hands rushing to unlock the extra form of protection before finally opening it successfully. She tugged at the gate - with an almost unnecessary amount of force, Jaime might add - before opening her arms wide.

“And you must be Jaime Reyes! Milagro’s brother, right?” She asked eagerly, her voice rich and warm. Jaime could suddenly tell which parent Drea got her constant stream of energy from.

“Sí, Mrs Tlatilpa,” He smiled nervously, eyes snapping open as she pulled him into a deep, bear hug.

“Ah, I have so much to thank you and your sister for! My little Spark doesn’t make friends easily, and it’s so good to hear that she trusts you both with her life! It’s so nice seeing her happy again.”

“O-Oh?” Jaime wheezed slightly with a wince before being released from her constrictive grip. “I, uh, I’m honoured, Ma’am.”

“Please, Tiá Zara would do just fine,” She beamed. “I’ll go call Drea, you go make yourself comfortable!”

She scooted slightly, letting Jaime through, and he could hear the thud of iron from behind him as she locked the gate again, but as he glanced around, Jaime looked in awe at the cosy little living room around him.

Pictures of the family of three were present on almost every wall, a few black and white pictures framed up alongside them, but not as meticulously kept, as dust gathered on the glass frame protecting the almost faded image.

The green of the potted plants stood out against the vermilion-painted walls, a comfy-looking beige couch resting against the wall as a plush and fuzzy persian carpet rested underneath the glass and teak-framed coffee-table, the television across it reflecting his image in the darkness. A pile of hard-cover books rested above it, for anyone who was interested to take a peak.

Walking around the room, Jaime took a little peak at everything, though his intuitive eye lingered longer on any image he assumed was Drea’s a little longer than expected. A smile was soon plastered on his face at the sight of an energetic little girl standing on a chair, her wide smile missing two-front teeth as a large cake was placed before her.

Her dark brown strands were barely tamed, giving the young girl a wild look, but the tiny crown that sat on her head and her upright posture made her almost seem regal at a glance.

Quickly, he pulled his phone out, snapping a shot of the image before his phone disappeared into the darkness of his pocket. Once in a while, a few embarrassing photos would be nice as ‘blackmail’.

“I see you found her fifth birthday picture,” Zara grinned, watching Jaime with crossed arms. “Yeah, that one was too cute not to hang up. She still insists I take it down, but we both know that it’s never going to happen.”

Zara then approached the younger male, seating herself on the coach as Jaime turned to look at more of the pictures. He brushed over the faded family photos, almost recognising one of the younger girls as Aunt Anika before moving onto the next one, deciding not to pry.

“Jaime, I’d like a word with you,” Zara began, her warm tone turning strict and reserved. “It’s regarding Drea.”

Instantly, he turned around, a furrow in his brow. He watched as the older woman stood up on her feet, walking closer to the male as her hands heavily landed on his shoulders.

“Now, I know that my daughter has trusted you with information that wasn’t your right to know, but she trusted it with you anyways. And she’s had a tough time finding the people to choose to be her friends, you’re lucky to be one of them,” She spoke, looking Jaime dead in the eye.

“However, though I may like you for keeping silent so far, if a word ever slips past your lips, and it ever puts her at risk? I can’t guarantee that you will be friends for much longer,” The look in her eyes turned almost sad, almost guilty for threatening her daughter’s friendships.

“You must understand, I do this because I love her, and I won’t stand idly aside if anything bad ever happens to her. Do you get me?”

He watched as she practically begged him with her eyes, his throat going dry as he nodded, knowing that if his own family’s safety was compromised, he’d do anything to make sure they’d be safe. And with the look Drea’s mother gave him, he felt the urge to protect Drea with the same amount of care too.

‘I do, Tiá, more than you know,” A determined look rested on his face as Zara let out a smile of relief, her hand patting his shoulders in a proud manner.

“Ese es un buen chico.”

And so she turned around, ready to continue with whatever she was doing before he had arrived, her fingers lightly brushing on the walls before she came to a halt, turning her head to face Jaime one last time before she took her leave.

“Oh, and one last piece of advice, from one hero to another, maybe find a better spot to transform behind the garbage skips. It’s more visible than you think.”

And so she left, Jaime’s jaw slacking before he shook his head, hand darting to scratch the scalp of his head in embarrassment at the advice. Part of him wanted to beg Zara not to tell anyone, to keep his secret to herself, but realising that there was no malice in her tone, just the pure willingness to help the boy, he relaxed.

But only the slightest.

However, a smile broke out on his face once more as he spotted a familiar friend come into view, rushing after a little brown blur of fur.

“Oh, hey, Jaime!”

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