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amindofstone · 3 years

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Match up, No. 10

Anon said:

Hello! I would like the match up please I would like to have a Male character and here are stuff about me!

The thing I do mostly is like to care for others and help others, I mostly get tricked on very easily do to my kindness which will cause me to sometimes get very fiesty which not very but maybe like “ please just stop talking your being to loud.” In a annoyed tone, which is very rarely, I tend to like very many hobbies and I don’t judge people base on first glance I see what on the inside and not what on the outside, a weakness I have is my disability but I never allow it to stop me from my true goal in life! And I practically tend to like doing some boyish stuff like archery! I get a lot of compliments on my archery skill because a lot of people say I have the patients and the accuracy very good! My dislikes are I hate real cocky people who think there all good and don’t take stuff for granted I also hate people who look down on weak person as not a human but a animal. I hate peoples who take kindness for granted and use it for a selfish gain.

I stand at about 5’0 exact! I have long brown hair that gets a lot of attention because some people always say to me “ I die to have your hair:” I’m just a tiny bit chubby and have big blue ocean eye that gets a lot of compliments and a lot of people wanting it to. I very much get the attention for how smart I am and how kind I am! I also get some hate from boys when I prove them wrong that girls aren’t weak and I won’t back down from a fight if it means protecting myself, people or just anyone. I like to have some affection it doesn’t have to be a lot maybe just even a hand on the shoulder is fine! I also very do like to wear some baggy clothes and I do like wearing like summer dresses that are knee high. I also tend to get very excited from the smallest things. A lot of people think I’m a loner but when it comes to babies I’m all for them! My cousin even said “ she likes to be alone into babies comes in the picture and she all for them!” 💕I love children and my parents even told me “ your definitely going to be the house wife.” I don’t know if that a compliment or not but I’m taking it😂✌🏻 sorry if I shared so many!

a/n:

Hello there! How are you? I really enjoyed reading all those things about you. Believe it or not but the part in which you said that although you have a disability it is not holding you back to follow your dreams, was impressive. It truly made happy. I have two cousins that have a disability and get me sad every time I see them. But seeing them happy and keep doing whatever they want makes me always so damn happy. You seem to be such a sweet human. Someone bright and jolly. Please never ever change. You are such a strong and great human. Keep that attitude and make sure that even when you end up as a housewife don´t let anyone push you around or take you presence and work for granted. This world really needs more good humans like you. I am so happy you requested. When you mentioned housewife I instantly thought of Hinata (Narutos wife) and then thought about myself who is more of a mixture of Ino and Temari. That thought really made me laugh. LMAO!! Anyways I really hope you will like with what I came up with. If there is anything that bothers you or you don´t like, please tell me so I can change it. Other than that enjoy the little story I came up with. Happy reading!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: @/SK,Martins (Can be seen in the pic) (found on the internet) !!!

· Well my dear anon. Like I mentioned before I think that you are a sweet and lovely human being. On top of that also simply adorable, fun and pure! Therefore I´d like to match you up with the future pirate king Monkey D. Luffy

· I think that you two would get along so well. So, SO WELL! Now hear me out!

· The way you two got to know each other might sound a bit of cliché but that’s simply how you meet. There was no princess in danger or a knight in a shinny armor but a clueless guy who wondered why a woman in a dress would walk around with arrows and a bow when they weren´t cupid. A simple human?! HA! Definitely not!

· Anyways that’s how everything started….

· The strawhats were docked on the island you were living in. At first they were anxious and didn´t want to leave their ship alone but when a worker at the harbor told them that the civilians on the island had cero problems with pirates as long as they didn´t do anything stupid or harm them. The whole crew got happy and started roaming around the island.

· Luffy being Luffy, screamed for food the moment his feet were on the island. And Zoro…. That guy yelled after him saying that if he gets to have food he wanted Sake. So, Luffy, Zoro and Ussop searched for a restaurant. Why Ussop you wonder? Well Nami send him with the boys because they otherwise would end up on the other side of the island. And Ussop compared to the captain and the first mate knew he had an actual brain and also knew how to use it.

· While the pirates were walking around the island you were helping out as a waitress in your uncles restaurant

· Everything went smooth. You served the people and had little chats with some of them. Some gave you too much tip and some other had you sitting with them and eat with them

· The people of the island knew you well. They knew you and loved you. Your uncle once even said that the only reason why his business was doing so well was because of you. The people never came for the food but rather for you. But you always denied it and told him that it was him and his food that was liked so much.

· Bu today there was something a bit different. A group of men you hated from the bottom of your heart came again. They were simply rude and egoistic. They were people from the wealthier part of the city, that was called royal neighbor. The reason why that neighborhood was called royal had nothing to do with the people that lived there. The only reason it was called royal was because it had a lot of wellness centers, hotels, casinos and parks. While this neighborhood, you were living in was given the name of idyll because of the beautiful nature. Landscapes that could have been painted and not to forget the dreamy beaches. But these group of young men simply didn´t understand that and thought of it differently. In a way that even the mayor couldn´t do anything else than just shook his head in embarrassment. But what could that poor man do. They weren´t doing anything against the law. They simply were annoying, stupid and egoistic.

· The group of young man, not older than 25, would always come once a week and have lunch in your uncles restaurant

· They entered the restaurant followed by three men you never saw on the island. At first you thought of them as sailors until you saw the green haired man carry three swords.

· You were in a dilemma. You didn´t knew if you should take care of the men that could have been pirates or the annoying group of disgusting men that always came. You gave your coworker a look and made sure he understood what you wanted. You were about to walk up to him and tell him to take care of the annoying group of men when you heard a plate breaking. You stopped in your tracks and instantly turned around.

· “This is our table. We always sit here. Now move you pathetic poor human.”, said Dean, the head of the group. You were mad. You were extremely mad and it took you so much energy and patience to not walk up to him and cut of his throat. But you calmed down and thought rationally. You took a deep breath and took your little notebook you used for writing down the guests orders when you heard a glass shatter right after Dean grabbed the customer at his collar and made him stand up. And this was exactly the moment you slammed you notebook and pen on the floor and yelled from the top of your lungs.

· “Watch out what you’re doing, you spoiled brat!”

· You stomped towards him and took a knife from a table on your way to him. “If you do not put him down in a bit and apologize, I swear to god I will make you regret waking up today and leaving your fucking bed!”, Dean knew you were no one to joke around with but his pride as a man kept pushing him. He chuckled and looked at you up and down while his friends that followed him like dogs laughed at your words.

· “Don´t make me start counting you pathetic version of a human.”, with furious eyes you looked up at Dean who still held the customer at his collar. “Look at that tiny girl trying to threaten…”, one of his friends was giving a comment but couldn´t finish his sentence because of you throwing the knife in your hand at him and cutting a bit of his ear and hair. You threw the knife with such a precise and strong grip that it ended up hitting the wall that was three meters behind him. “Watch out what you say because I don´t hesitate to drop the sweet girl attitude.”

· Dean looked at you with pure anger and let go of the man he was holding. He looked at his shocked friend and then back at you. “Today’s point goes to you. But the next time we come and this table is not free you will regret hurting him.”, said the angry man. “Listen here you little dumb spoiled creature. This table won´t be free for you. This is our table. Our property. You have no right to come and throw such a tantrum. And guess what, come again and I will be paying your parents a little visit and make them pay for everything you did. And I am sure that they won´t be pleased by your behavior since they are good friends with my parents and the mayor. Right? Now if I ever see you come here again I will make you pay. After today we will not accept your unacceptable behavior anymore. Now get the FCK OUT!!”

· After they left everything was silent for a few seconds but that change after your uncle started to clap and every person in the restaurant joined him. Your eye widened and your started to blush with a huge grin on your face. But that little moment of clapping didn´t last long. One of the pirates that entered the restaurant spoke up. “You did a good job but I AM HUNGRY!!!! Please FEED ME!”, you were confused. You didn´t know how to react and stood there like a statue.

· “Alright Sir. No worries. We will take your order in a few.”, said your uncle and approached you with a huge smile your notebook and pen. He pats your head with a proud smile. “You are such a brave and strong woman. I am so glad to have you in my family and I think it´s enough for today. Please take care of these men and then go rest: You deserve it.”, you nodded and smiled back to him. You pulled yourself together and made your way to the table of the pirates while your uncle left to take care of the broken glasses and the customer who had to deal with those stupid men.

· “Hello gentlemen. I apologize for making you wait I ….”, “No worries I actually enjoyed the show. You’ve got a good and precise eye. BUT NOW MY ORDER! Get me everything on the second site please.”, you absolutely didn´t knew how to react. You were looking at the talking man with a straw hat and then to his friends with big shook eyes. “I know what you thinking but he always eats that much and manages to stay alive. No worries. And getting to my order I´d like to have number 17 and 22 on the menu.”, said the one with a unusual long nose. “I take the same as him but with three bottles of your best sake.”

· You nodded with a disbelieving look on the face wondering if the first one is really going to eat all of the stuff. But you gave yourself a light slap and made your way to the kitchen only to be confronted with overwhelmed and surprised faces of the cooks. You shrugged with your shoulder and went to get the pirates drinks.

· While you went to get their drinks you saw that more people sat down next to the three pirates what made sense since the table they were sitting on was a huge one that usually only families took. Taking the drinks you served the three and greeted the new costumers. At the table sat a beautiful woman with black hair that complimented you for your adorable and genuine smile. With a blush you gave the others a menu too and took their orders

· Slowly with time passing all of their meals were served and you said your farewells and left the restaurant earlier then thought because your uncle said that he will take care of the rest. Thanking him you left and made your way to your archery lesson although it would have been way too early.

· Every time you came your sensei’s face would glow with pride. But the malicious person he is he would then drag you inside and introduce you to another challenge he came up with.

Time skip because ya author is lazy for the first time in a while now. *apologizes in trilingual

· It was late in the evening. You were on your way back home and thought why not take the route that would lead you to walk across the beach. You were having a good time alone. The sound of the waves that crashed on the cliffs and rocks were beautifully calming. The feeling of the sand under you feet were relaxing. With a smile upon your lips you were lost in your thoughts when the same guy with the straw hat you saw in the restaurant looked at you while blinking a few times before he asked you if you were Cupid the god of love like Sanji told him.

· With confusion taking over your mind you stopped in your tracks. Who on earth was he and that Sanji guy and why did he call me cupid? You wondered.

· And there you were looking at him with pure confusion while he looked at you with huge impressed and curious eyes for good 2 minutes until you shook your head and asked him who he and that Sanji were. He smiled at you and let himself fall down to sit cross- legged in front of you on the soft, warm sand. Now how do you think he introduced himself? Exactly my dear.

· “I am Monkey D. Luffy the future pirate King.”, “Huh?”, “And Sanji is one of my crew mates and the cook on my ship. Now tell me are you Cupid or not.”

· “Why would I be cupid?”, “Well you are wearing a pink white dress and you have a bow and arrows. So I thought that you might be on your way to shoot some people with them to make them fall in love. So, are you Cupid?”,

· “Alright first of all Cupid is a mythological creature made up by humans. He or she doesn´t exists. Secondly you really don´t look like a pirate nor do the others in your crew beside that one green haired man with the swords if he is also part of your crew. Thirdly you want to become the pirate king? Why?”

· And this my dear was how you two started a conversation that was to 50 % about him telling you stories of his adventures, 25 % basically about nonsense. And the other 25 % were… well that was about you telling him that you weren´t cupid but a actual human with the name f/n l/n. But he actually never got it. Until now.

· Eight years after your first encounter with the weird men called Monkey D. Luffy you still were busy telling him that you weren´t Cupid. But by now you not only had to tell him that but also your son who rather called you Cupid instead of mama.

· Congratulations you have two idiots in your life you love to the moon and back and would actually fight Garp for.

Bonus:

· “Does he really think that your Cupid or is that supposed to be something like a cute name?”, asked Dragon, the leader of the revolutionary army

· “I stopped thinking about that long ago, Sir. I really don´t know how to answer that. But just to make it clear if that confused you too. My name is y/n not Cupid.”, you told you father in Law with a sweet smile.

· “Wait. Cupid is not your name?! That brat introduced you to me as Monkey D. Cupid!”, Garp looked at you and Dragon with disbelieve.

· “If you ever wonder why you husband is so stupid just please now that, that stupidity comes from Garp. Not me. I swear.”

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a-sweet-pea · 3 years

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P.s, really excited for the James/Elle gulliver fic! Have a great day/night!

So, fun fact:

When I was young, I always identified in the Giant position; my daydreams were all being washed up in Lilliput, or finding a borrower on the school bus (that was a classic morning bus-ride daydream) but as I got older, I graduallly started toying with the role of a tiny. This changeover happened to coincide with puberty and the imagined giant was a handsome man around my age, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to put two and two together as to why that was.

Nowadays, just about all my daydreams are of me as the tiny, and only around a very particular individual (no prizes for guessing who), but I still really enjoy art and stories and the occasional daydream about taking on the giant role, and I’ve come up with some armchair psychology about why.

There’s this excellent Ted-Talk that Dan Dennet did about the evolutionary roots of why humans like sweet things, and why we find babies cute, and all that kind of stuff (google it, it’s a great watch) and he makes this point about the fact that human’s crave sweetness because sugar is so calorically dense and we lived for such a long time with unreliable food sources so we were incentivized to load up on calorically dense stuff, and things like chocolate cake are like, super hyper stimulus to our dumb monkey brains (I know this is the world’s longest and seemingly off-topic tangent, but here’s the part where I bring it around).

Doing good deeds makes me so happy. That’s nothing particularly unique to me, humans are highly empathetic; when people around us are happy, it makes us happy, so making somebody ELSE happy makes us happy too. Making my friend a big pot of tea when she’s sick, picking out highly thoughtful christmas presents, this is the shit I live for.

Also, it’s like, a thing, that the sadder/worse off someone is, the better it feels to cheer them up or help them. That’s why giving a millionaire a thousand dollars is like…nothing, but giving a poor starving child a bowl of mac and cheese makes the happy chemicals go brrrrrr. It’s why hurt/comfort is a whole-ass genre of fic; the sadder the chaarcter is, the more they suffer, the better it feels when they are saved and cared for.

So, imagining a scenario where someone is terrified for their LIFE, and I can help just by being like “Hey, no, it’s ok! I’m not going to hurt you!” Like, the differential between the initial sadness/fear/suffering and the later comfort and safety is so huge, it makes all the parts of my brain that want to nurture and help people go off like fuckin fireworks.

Basically the point of his rambling treatise is that to me, the thought of being a giant is like the chocolate cake of the nurturing instinct, which I posit based off of little to no scientific inquiry or expertise, but it’s as good an explanation as any as to why it gives me the warm fuzzies to imagine scooping up all my mutuals, wrapping you up in little handkerchief blankets, setting you down on the couch cushion next to me, and giving you each an MnM to nibble on while you listen to me read aloud from the collected work of A. A Milne.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

(As for what I find appealing about being tiny, that would require a Ted XXX talk)(hehehehe, gettit)(It’s actually not even that NSFW content-wise, but it would involve in depth discussion of getting horny on main)(and I’m vaguely committed to keeping this a cozy sfw zone)

#giant/tiny #asweetpea #asweetpea ranting #asweetpealarge #g/t

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ninjastormhawkkat · 3 years

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Another Wordgirl Au: Morally Gray Wordgirl

Morally Gray Wordgirl au

I don’t know if anyone else in the Wordgirl fandom thought about this at one point. A what-if I thought one day was what would have happened if Steven became Dr. Two Brains before Becky became Wordgirl? Such as what if Steven became Two Brains when Becky just came to earth as a baby? This is where the au begins

In this au, Becky is adopted by Dr. Two Brains. After Becky and Bob crash land on earth, Bob carries Becky around for a bit and enters the city. This is around the time Steven first becomes Two Brains. Bob, while carrying Becky, runs into Two Brains. At this point, Bob has no idea that Two Brains is a villain. Two Brains has cheese with him and Bob is hungry. Two Brains awkwardly hands some of his cheese to Bob. Two Brains may be a villain now but he is not heartless to not offer someone that is hungry food. Bob eats the cheese while Two Brains holds Becky. Two Brains is nervous at first because some random monkey just gave him a baby to hold😟. When Becky looks at Two Brains, she curiously calls him daddy. She is just a little kid who think that this new man holding her is her parent now. Two Brains heart just melts😍after hearing her call him daddy and looking into her innocent, alien, eyes. He immediately begins to dote on her as a dad would, ex. baby talk and cooing. Bob watches the interaction between Two Brains and Becky and decides that Two Brains would be a great person to stay with and raise Becky. He later regrets his decision.😓😆Here is an outline for how this au would go:

1. Becky still becomes Wordgirl. Bob tries to implement heroic morals into Becky during the time she is being raised by a villain. Becky wants to become a hero because she does not want to see the lives of innocent civilians hurt. However, since Dr. Two Brains also implemented villainous ideals into Becky growing up, her moral values are kind of mixed in her actions as a hero.

2. Becky is more sympathetic towards villains. Ex. When Chuck and Butcher claim to be innocent after being framed by Amazing Rope Guy, she immediately believes them and tries to figure out another angle of who really committed those crimes.

3. She isn’t as upset as when the spotlight is turned off her such as when Tiny Big came onto the scene or when Granny May became bingo champion. She is still upset, but Becky is not as focused on the limelight as canon. She, from Huggy’s teachings, believes that a superhero’s true reward comes from protecting the citizens and just helping when needed to prevent or avenge the cruelest of injustices. Wordgirl will accept gifts or keys to the city out of politeness. She uses the limelight to give the people of Fair City comfort and assurance that she is still there to protect them. Becky views heroism as a job more than a pleasure. It is basically, “You get good results based on how hard and well you do the work, not just what others say.” mentality.

4. That being said, Becky will not take a passive stance and try hard to prove her innocence if the citizens suddenly began to take advantage of her heroism or if they turn on her such as with the evil duplicate or when Granny May framed her for crimes. As I said earlier, Becky in this au views heroism as a job she enjoys and doesn't take impolite backlash, constructive criticism yes. Basically she just becomes done when residents of Fair City act like morons who think they know better. (I have always had a problem when a majority of the residents in Fair City act like gullible idiots. It always irks me how they will turn on Wordgirl easily and not often give a proper apology when they realize they were wrong. Sometimes, to me, it seems the villains have better appreciation for Wordgirl than the citizens. I am not including all citizens, just seems like a majority do this.) (Okay rant over.) Becky will be like, “if you guys don’t want me anymore then good luck.” She will intervene again just to keep the city from going into complete chaos. She still cares about the safety of the citizens, she just does not like it when they abandon their trust in her for no good reason. She is not even mad at the villains who cause this. They didn’t force the citizens to dislike Wordgirl, that was their choice.

5. Becky will not often take her dad to jail. She loves her dad and does not like the idea of him not being home (the warehouse; Becky’s living conditions their are like my version of the Becky Boxleitner au, just somewhat better due to her living their all her life.) She also does not like the idea of having to fight him, but has to in order to keep up appearances and not let anyone get suspicious and start suspecting her identity. That being said, she will let Two Brains escape after stoping the crimes depending on the severity. If Two Brains just steals cheese from the grocery store, she may often ignore it (its just cheese and it can easily be replenished). For crimes such as stealing money or turning artwork into cheese, Becky will stop her dad, but later act like he got away (if police are not around. “Two Brains Quartet” still happens because police are there.). Becky may do this sometimes for other villains depending on her or their mood. Citizens and Villains believe that Dr. Two Brains is an extremely tough villain to catch which raises his credibility as Fair City’s #1 villain when Wordgirl does this. Captain Huggy Face is not happy when Wordgirl let’s her dad go, but he deals with it because she cares about her dad. Becky does stand her ground if her dad, and the other villains, do something dangerous that affects the lives of the citizens. Incidents such as the plot to mind control all the city with bunny buttons and the cheesteroid do get Two Brains arrested. (Becky is like, “Sorry dad, but I can’t let you threaten the lives of innocent civilians.”) Since this happens rarely, Becky usually stays at her friends houses until her dad leaves prison. She has a visitor clearance and does visits with her dad when she can. (Still brings him cheese.) Not much interaction with the Botsford family unless they were a focus in episodes.

6. Becky is more aware of when villains act deceitful. (She was raised by one herself.) She pretends to be tricked to let their guard down before turning the tables on them. (She can be tricky and deceitful herself when she wants to be.)

The police force are more competent in this au than in canon. They were able to capture most villains, with exception to Two Brains and other major villains, before Wordgirl came onto the scene. The city was similar to Gotham before Batman showed up. It was fine, but crime rates were still high. The episode “The Wrong Side of the Law” happens differently than canon. Wordgirl is civil and polite to the police, but does really like law enforcement or fully trusts them due to her upbringing by a super villain. (Two Brains taught her she can respect law enforcement because they are capable of doing a good job, it does not mean she has to like them or follow the rules all the time. I sorta think that the villains have some respect for D.A. Sally Botsford because of how she is good at her job.)

Now on to “Normal” girl Becky. Becky is still referred to as Becky Boxleitner. (Dr. Two Brains did not want kids ignoring or making fun of Becky with a last name like Brains, or something mouse related. He wanted people to know and treat his daughter as herself, not just who she is related to. Two Brains also wanted to give Becky some protection so random people wouldn’t bother her because of his actions. So he just gave her his old human name.) Becky is similar to her canon character with a few changes.

1. Becky will empathize with someone if they are feeling upset and hurt. But if they are doing something dumb and stupid, or anything that is concerning to her, she will be upfront and honest with that person (not complete brutal honesty but something like “Please don’t do something stupid, I care about you and your health.”). She isn’t mean, but she is forward and won’t bother to hide feelings if hiding your emotions will only make the situation worse.

2. Both Becky and Wordgirl are sassy like her dad.

3. She is still passionate about words and respects her teachers and main authority figures.

4. Becky is more clever about excuses.

5. She enjoys science more as well as literature. Becky has top grades in her class. (Next to Tobey). She enjoys science fairs and is a bit better at creating workable, and visually acceptable, inventions.

6. Becky likes puns (Two Brains) and knows every fact about cheese as well as every fact about words (again Two Brains’ fault).

7. Becky is still a fan of Pretty Princess, but has ponies, books, and science stuff in her room. She is a bit more tomboyish than canon.

Becky is still friends with Violet in this au. I always viewed Violet’s mom as an open-minded nature women, based on Violet’s character and where they live. She is easily accepting of Becky and Dr. Two Brains despite Two Brains life as a villain. Becky is also forward early on how some of Violet’s traditions make her uncomfortable so there is no issue in the series.

Becky is more a fan of words and science in this au. She and Violet have fun mixing art and science. Becky does not take art classes, but rather is part of after-school science and reading clubs. (She takes science club with Tobey and reading club with Violet.)

Becky is also friends with Tobey in this au. I have nothing against Scoops’ character. I was just more fond of his character development in the episodes during and after he learns Becky’s identity, plus a few before the reveal. (In the early seasons, it seemed that Scoops would do anything for a big story, even as exposing Wordgirl’s identity as Becky. I was upset in that Vocab Bee episode because Scoops did not seem to consider Becky’s input or feeling when he found strong evidence that Becky was Wordgirl. To me it seemed unfair that Becky had to throw her chances at a competition she was having fun in just to protect her identity because of Scoops’ actions and attitude.) Tobey met Becky when they were between 5 and 6. Tobey just lost his dad (up to interpretation on how) and was just lonely. Kids would make fun of Tobey’s nerd-side and some other mean reasons, or they would ignore him. Becky sympathized with Tobey because most kids, not Violet, would avoid her because of her dad. (They would not dare bully her for fear of how Dr. Two Brains would react.) Tobey and Becky easily began to get along and overtime became friends. Claire McCallister was worried about her son hanging out with the child of a villain. But quickly after seeing how Becky was a good kid plus Two Brains being a good dad despite his status, and that her son was happy with friends, she let her worries slide. Claire, Dr. Two Brains, and Violet’s mom, have made an unofficial single parents support group between the three of them. In this au, Tobey does not become a villain, but still builds robots. (I already have a new villain that takes canon Tobey’s role.) Becky and Tobey are silently crushing on each other. Tobey does suspect Becky is Wordgirl, but respects her secret identity and will wait for her to tell him (or a reveal). (Still cares for her anyway.)

Scoops parents are friendly but are strong law-abiding citizens so they avoid Two Brains and Becky. Scoops in this au is nice, but is more concerned on news stories. He originally talks to Becky in hopes of getting an interview with her dad. Scoops is trying not to be inconsiderate, but he is sorta using Becky as a way to get to her dad. Becky deals with this stuff from other reporters and fans of her dad. Neither Dr. Two Brains and Becky like this attention. (Two Brains likes being in the news and in magazines, but he doesn’t like people using his daughter to get to him. Becky is the most important person in his life with cheese being second.) Becky shuts Scoops down after his first few initial attempts. Scoops is disappointed, but he apologizes and doesn’t bother her anymore. Becky is civil and polite to Scoops in this series, but that is about it. There is no crush. (I don’t know if I will keep the Violet x Scoops ship in this au or change it.)

I really like this au along with a few other aus I made up which include an Alliance Swap au. I am going to expand more on this au and the characters later.

#wordgirl au #morally gray au #a becky boxleitner au #with just a Dr. Two Brains dad twist #poor Bob #he has to deal with a good/evil Wordgirl #I just realize I made Becky a little bit like Manny Rivera from El Tigre #That was not my intention but okay then.#wordgirl #oc mention

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i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away · 3 years

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Master post of things to read (for life and stuff) after or before collage and advice

30 human rights (Make a post on this later maybe)

Invoking rights when arrested

What do I need to buy for a house?

How do taxes work

How do I do them

Student aid

Scholarship basics (go to the library and ask for a book of them, it helps)

Go to Walmart

Not brand name is ok, but try not to for food

Have milk, eggs, flour, baking soda (food and cleaning), and cereal at all times

5 dollar chicken from costco is a life saver

Rice, in a pot or cooker, even 5 minute is a must have

get a good lock, be safe

Get some cheap cookies or something, just something to make you happy

potatoes work alot. Skin, boil 10 to 15 minutes, blend with milk.

Diets are shams, get some carbs to get through the day hun

Youtube dad

Youtube Mom

GO TO THE LIBRARY IT HAS A LOT MORE THAN HARRY POTTER AND TWILIGHT

Google it, just try it.

toilet fixer dude

Thank letter; *Compliment It.* *thanks it was great!* , *It was so fun/useful/educational or its so useful, i use it all the time.* done

how to take a girl/ascended being of perfection/guy out for the first times or ideas for dates:

cool thing: exciting thing, football game, museum, MUTUAL INTERESTS

food; ice cream places are not pricey, and cute, or a drive through to be quick but must have some thing else Stay away from McDonalds, taco bell, and anything old and cheap looking. anything else is fair game for the first few dates. just bring a snack, like cookies or something

nice place: cute park, and chill or your house with movie, physical contact is great here, intimate moments

a date must have cool thing or nice place + food, and BOTH OF YOU ARE HAPPY

get a good pair of tennis shoes, ok? shoes need to be good

goodwill for anything

go for a walk at least every week, mental health

get a format for emails and for the work place

never say anything negative, ie rude uncle of mines story *he complains about drug addicts in the streets to coworker* *coworkers daughter died of drug abuse* / *talks to the guy doing the carpet about how doctors are demanding* * guys kid is in medical school*

talk less, smile more

to not implode I always do nice things for people I don't even like, so if I need something, They can't refuse. They hate it. Kindness means Karma and Karma's a B!tch

get a smoll plant, even a fake one. Monkey brain like leaf, make less depress.

have something to look forward to. A show every Saturday, get ice cream on Tuesdays, just something

get a cat, and train them to poop in the toilet. If you have a mess they will know it off the counter and you have to clean it up. and they rock and can be better for apartments than dogs.

eat breakfast, moron

have a granola bar in your bag

drugs WILL hurt your body, not to mention the workplace rules

look for free things. Microsoft has some free courses you can sign up with EMAIL

get a good gmail for at home, and get a device that has no workplace on it.

keep your teeth good, dental sucks and is expensive

eat some fruits

don't buy a scale for yourself, its dumb, and will only hurt you, and stub your toe every now and then

get a watch, and have it on your wrist. your phone is in your bag.

being on your phone looks bad, idk why, so avoid it

make some friends, even online

Get some formal wear, church nice to new years eve swank, and you CAN ask the dress code for a party "Hey, I was wondering, what's the type of outfit I should wear? I don't want to show up in my church clothes when everyone else is in suits! :) I can't wait! "

dating is overrated, do that fun stuff with friends (make sure it said its platonic, pleaseee)

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lunami prompt: during a fight nami is hurt in a "normal" way (like a twisted ankle), idk how to evolve the story but maybe luffy helps her by giving her a piggyride?

Hello, dear anon! Sorry for the delay, but here it comes an oneshot. I hope you like it!

Another ambush, another clashing with the Marines in high seas and another ordinary day for Luffy to come back completely worn out and hurt. Really hurt. Bleeding. And every common human, being in its right mind, would decide to be bandaged and lie down to hopefully sleep and rest.

However, not Luffy. Never Luffy. The captain is no normal human being, he doesn’t abide by the rules. So instead of being fast asleep in the infirmary, the boy was right in front of her, full of bandages from head to toe, worried because she had a swollen ankle.

A fucking swollen ankle.

Dear God.

Nami sighed and said for the hundredth time, "Luffy, you don’t need to keep carrying me all the time. I said I’m fine."

But the captain was stubborn as a mule. "But Nami~! What if you fall because it’s hurting too much? WHAT IF YOU LOSE YOUR FEET??"

Luffy had a bigger imagination than all of them, but she wondered if he really believed in the nonsense he says sometimes. She grimaced and blinked, "Sometimes… sometimes I don’t know where you get these ideas from."

"You're not a doctor, you idiot. You don't know about these stuff", he gave her his usual childish pout, and Nami could only roll her eyes.

"Yeah, but neither do you. Anyway, stop with the piggyback ride. I can walk on my own."

Nami stood up and started walking away from him when suddenly a sharp pain pulsed on her ankle and she had to lean in the wall next to the stairs. She cursed because it hurt and because she could feel that victory smile on Luffy's face. She didn’t even need to turn around to see his crooked smile and his arched eyebrow.

The navigator sighed again for the two hundredth time and said with her back still turned, "Go on. Say 'I told you so'."

She stood still, waiting for him to say something or laugh at her, but nothing came. When she least expected, Luffy had scooped her in his arms and glanced at her with a big toothy smile. "Luffy, I told you not to—"

"You told me to stop with the piggyback ride. This is bridal style, Nami. Are you dumb?"

Bridal style?! How the hell he knows this?

"Dumb?! The nerve of you, you rubber man—!", Nami raised her fist to punch his face, but he dodged. Then, out of nowhere, his expression became serious and he whispered.

"You're too proud, Nami. I'm here to help. Don't you know that?"

Nami closed her eyes, inhaled his scent, touched the skin that wasn’t covered by any bandage, and spoke softly, "Luffy. I just twisted my ankle. It's not a big deal. Yes, it hurts when I walk but I want you to rest."

"But I'm worried about you", he whined.

The navigator knew why he was worried — he thought it was his fault that she got hurt. In the middle of all the chaos, Luffy had bumped into her and lost his balance; Nami just did what she could so they wouldn’t fall flat on the ground but in the process, well, she had sprained her ankle. No big deal at all. Why couldn't he understand that? It's nothing compared to the punch in the stomach Luffy received.

And it angers her to no end this selflessness he has sometimes. He should be in bed, resting, not being restless because of such a foolish thing. So she tried a different and softer approach.

“Luffy, I'm kinda tired. Wanna lie down with me? Guess Robin wouldn't mind.”

Anyone who would listen to such words would definitely scold her or give her a very disapproving look. An unmarried woman lying with a man? What a sin!

But Nami didn't care. She knew Luffy, she knew he harbored no romantic feelings for her and didn't have a single malicious bone in his body, so she had no reason to feel threatened. Or ashamed.

“Yeah! Let's go, Nami!”

At the exact moment the words fell out of her mouth, she knew Sanji would be coming in hot, jumping right at Luffy's jugular.

“You damned rubber man!! How dare you get into the bed of the beautiful Nami-san?!?!!”

Nami already raised her hands to stop him.

“It's alright, Sanji-kun. I'm really tired indeed.”

“But Nami-swaaan, he doesn't need to lie down with you!!”, Sanji whined and pouted. Then he had heart eyes again, “I can go with you!!”

Sometimes Nami didn't know where Sanji got the idea that she'd choose him if he insisted hard and long enough. She thought she was pretty obvious about how she was actually in love with Luffy for quite some time.

I mean, it's not like she has voiced that, but the navigator thought they'd have understood by now. Robin knew, that Nami was sure, but the crew has never said anything though.

She wondered if Luffy knew. Nah, probably not. It's not any of his interests.

A pity. She wished it was.

But no matter. Nami still liked what they had — this strong companionship, the undeniable loyalty, and trust. It was enough.

(Sometimes it wasn't, to be honest, but that were times when she was just being selfish).

“Well, but I want him to, but thanks for always worrying, Sanji-kun. C'mon Luffy, I really wanna—”, she stopped mid-sentence the moment she looked at Luffy with raised eyebrows and a gaping mouth. What? Did she say something wrong?

“Luffy?”

“Mhmm, sure, Nami”, he looked away and started walking towards the girl's room, with Nami on his arms.

She frowned and didn't know why he looked surprised. Maybe I did say something wrong.

—

“C'mon Luffy, come to bed”, she sighed and massaged her temples.

“Ahhh Nami~, I wanna watch more tv~!”, Luffy whined and glared at her.

“Luffy, come to bed right now. Don't make me go there and drag you by the hair.”

Luffy was right beside her in a lightning speed.

“Smart decision.”

Nami fetched another pillow, made room for him and covered the both of them. She found a position that wouldn’t hurt her ankle and then, helped Luffy settle down.

“Nami, why did you say you wanted me to come lie down with you?”, Luffy was looking at her with his funny owlish eyes.

“Why? Do you have a problem with that?”, he shook his head vigorously, “First it's because you make me feel safe and second because you need to rest, Luffy. You're human, you know?”

The captain nodded and brought Nami closer to his chest. Her heart skipped a beat and she caught her breath. His heart was beating at a regular pace and it was almost lulling her into sleep.

Nami realized what made her so pissed — she was worried sick about him, worried that someday he could get seriously injured because he was one of the most wanted (and hunted) men in the world and her beloved captain could be taken away from her because he was only human.

“Nami. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you guys. I'm not leaving you, stupid.”

His tone was final, there was no hint of doubt and it spoke of a promise. If he could keep that, the navigator had no idea, but she chose to believe in him. She had the knowledge that no one in this world is invincible, not even Luffy (or Zoro or Sanji), but she likes to think he was and will continue to be fucking hard to defeat.

“You know I don't go down that easily, you dumbass. I also have you guys to protect my back, so I'll be fine. We'll be fine”, his voice was low and kind.

She still finds amazing how Luffy's emotional perception of people around him was always on point. Especially with the crew, especially with her. Somehow, he knew her and knew what she needed. Like he was inside her mind, living in her brain and forever etched in her heart. She was in love with him (there was literally no doubt about that) and in love with their connection.

“Promise me, Luffy?”

“Yep.”

“How can you be so sure?”, she asked in her sleepy state.

“Because I wanna come home to you, shishishi.”

Suddenly, she was wide awake and raised her head to meet his eternal happy grin. Gosh, I fucking love you, stupid man in a straw hat.

She curled up more in his arms and grunted, “You better do, Monkey D. Luffy. Otherwise, I'll kill you myself.”

Nami felt him jerk, probably frightened, and she just smiled in his chest.

Please, always come home.

#LuNa #lunami #luffy x nami #cat burglar nami #monkey d. luffy #fic prompts #opfanfic #fanfiction #lunamars writes

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moviesrotbrains · 3 years

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George A. Romero Day

I was nine or ten when I first saw Tom Savini’s NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD (1990) remake. It wasn’t my first horror film. FRANKENSTEIN (1931) was an early memory, and a giant life-sized poster of his monster1 protected my room from nightmares. I’d often dream of Freddy Krueger despite never having seen any of his films at that point. Horror was everywhere in the 1980s.

I was in awe of LIVING DEAD ‘90. The idea of being trapped in a house with evils lurking outside. The paranoia that brewed among the humans… how the humans became monsters long before they were even bit. It was heavy stuff at the time. I don’t know if I drew parallels to all of this or simply thought, “Wow, those intense zombie fights that would make a cool NES game!”2

Savini’s redo was probably my first actual zombie experience. Again, I had seen zombies in other media, most like Scooby Doo or whatever other Saturday morning cartoon cribbed and remixed the undead concept to sell toys or comicbooks.

It was a few years later that I finally got to see George A. Romero’s original NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD (1968). I can’t recall if I first saw it on TV or an actual repertory screening of it. Memory is weird that way. I do remember being thoroughly blown away by it, despite more or less having memories of the plot from that remake.

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I never had a problem with Black & White movies, having already been a full on film-junkie at that point, but somehow that black & white depiction of old school zombies felt hyper real. Unsettling. Fucking cool as hell. Unerving. Or maybe I was just a dumb kid. Oh, I definitely was a dumb kid, and still am, but that moment cemented George Romero in the pantheon of cinematic greats. Didn’t matter what else he did, he made NOTLD. He made a weighty zombie film full of social commentary and subtext.3 He popularized zombies. He didn’t need to do anything else.

Oh, but he did. He so did.

It was around the time I was starting to consume more horror4 that a classmate had cut some scenes into a film project we were working on. My jaw was on the floor when I first saw the gory display of gritty carnage.

“This is from the 70s?”

I knew so little. I definitely didn’t know those effects were also by Tom Savini, but everything was coming full circle, and that was one of the key moments that I fell in love with Savini without even knowing.

“You never seen this? Here, man, I’ll loan you it.”

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And that was when I first saw Romero’s DAWN OF THE DEAD (1978). Take some people of various walks of life and have them take refuge in an empty mall-- only to find the Zombies have returned to the place they frequented most.

“WHEN THERE’S NO ROOM IN HELL, THE DEAD WILL WALK THE EARTH!”

DOTD ‘78, The brutal and hilarious takedown of consumption and mall culture. Social Commentary, Zombie Gags, and Sick Kills. A film that’s loved by both critics and horror junkies. A film that said something and also entertained. George Romero in a nutshell.

A film that also became my gateway drug to Good Horror. And to Bad Horor. Again, I already loved horror. I loved the aesthetic, the vibe. Always drew monsters. Always collected weird monster toys. If a film was playing on a movie channel, I’d watch it.

But Romero’s DAWN OF THE DEAD was THE film that made me WANT to actually seek them out. The film that made me want to rewatch my older brother’s old worn Betamax tapes of classic 80s horror flicks. A film that introduced me to Dario Argento.5 A movie that got me into the music of Italian Horror Prog Rock legends, GOBLIN. The life changing event that made me a nut for Savini and every 80s fx guru around. A story that made we want to watch every zombie film I possibly could. Good or Bad, and there’s a lot of bad out there. But there’s also a lot of good. So much good.

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Romero’s DAY OF THE DEAD (1985) is one of those good zombie films. I saw a midnight screening with my dad at that same repertory cinema.6 This was Romero’s third DEAD film and took place on a military base. It introduced the concept of the military studying, training, and weaponizing the living dead. It also has one of the freakiest scenes involving hands and walls that still rattles me to this day. It has a stomach churning scene involving a ripped stomach. It’s wonderful, largely in part to once again utilizing Savini’s talents, as well as Greg Nicotero and Howard Berger-- who years later brought THE WALKING DEAD to your homes. Romero’s legacy still felt to this day.

That being said, Romero’s legacy was far more than just Zombie films, of course. He made a film, that’s rather timely now7, about a plague that made people crazy called... THE CRAZIES (1973). There was another about a vampire wannabe named MARTIN (1978). A spectacular 80s horror anthology film series called CREEPSHOW8 (1982 & 1987). And a wonderfully bizarre film about a homicidal monkey named, appropriately enough, MONKEY SHINES (1988). I saw that last one before I even knew who he was but I never really forgot it. And those are just a few.

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He revisited his LIVING DEAD films with additional sequels in the 2000s and 2010s and was working on another up until his death. I was very lucky to briefly thank him during a convention, a year or so before he passed. Thanked him for the films. For everything.

He didn’t just impact me, of course. He impacted the people he worked with, who’ve gone on to impact other people in turn. He’s impacted the fans who got into horror because of him. He’s impacted the horror fans who weren’t even fans of his, because they most definitely liked something that was made by someone who was inspired by George Romero.

You’ll see it with a DOTD’s actor cameo in a Rob Zombie film, or a gruesome creature effect in a micro-budget classic. You’ll see it in a modern classic like TRAIN TO BUSAN (2016) or while laughing your guts out at SHAWN OF THE DEAD (2004).

We aren’t just talking about movies, we’re talking books, music, and video games. 90s SIMPSON’s references. We’re talking art, tattoos, and comics. RPGs, Board games, Toys, and Funko Pops. Those Halloween decorations you keep in your home all year long . The clothes you wear. Your creepy and kooky badass goth aesthetic. A lot of what we love about horror today is thanks to George A. Romero.

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He didn’t create zombies… but he certainly gave them life. He did more than that. He made horror important again.

I can’t do justice to George A. Romero with words. His work speaks for itself. So today, on what would have been his 81st Birthday, watch some Romero. If you’re out there quarantining, staying at home, under a curfew, and fearing the unfathomable, infectious dangers lurking outside your door… definitely watch Romero.

This decade is off to a weird start, luckily we have Romero’s influence to get us through it.

Happy Birthday, George! And thank you for infecting me with horror.

-Theo Radomski, MOVIES ROT BRAINS

photo via Global News

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ENDNOTES FROM THE GRAVE

1. And you know what? I still call him Frankenstein. Because he’s essentially his son. That’s his creation. And Victor would have had the hubris to name his creation after himself if he had not abandoned that poor schlub. But I digress…

2. Actually, that’s exactly what I thought. And about 30 years later, Zombies are still a staple of modern video gaming, from Resident Evil and Doom still going strong after three decades, to Call of Duty and Red Dead Redemption still having Zombie mods. To every friggin’ game out there that has any undead horror creeping about. The nine-year-old me is having a blast right now.

3. I had definitely caught on the subtext and themes by that point that I may have missed while watching the remake as a kid. Still a dumb kid, though.

4. Thanks in part to HBO’s TALES FROM THE CRYPT reruns on FOX. Expect another nonsensical rambling piece on that show and the 50s comics that inspired it sometime in the future.

5. And that opened the doorway into Giallo, Fulci, and a whole slew of Italian Exploitation and American Slasher films and that’s a whole other long screed for another time.

6. My dad was another reason I love this genre. He loved horror movies. I still hear his voice in my head saying, “Ooooh, It’s a Scary Movie!” in his German accent.

7. Actually, aren’t they all?

8. Which has also had a revival in the form of Shudder’s excellent new CREEPSHOW anthology series made by Romero’s DAY OF THE DEAD Alumni Greg Nicotero! See how it’s all connected?

#HORROR #GEORGE ROMERO #NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD #DAWN OF THE DEAD #DAY OF THE DEAD #ZOMBIES #HORROR MOVIES #george a. romero #monkey shines #creepshow #graveyard ramblings #moviesrotbrains #movies rot brains

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Pinky Promise

Bucky half-listened to his boyfriend on the phone. Clint was struggling to get a word in edgewise against the torrent of complaints being lobbed at him.

“Jennie,” he said, “What do you mean Sierra broke the test?” He sighed, “Well we already knew that. It’s her legs that don’t work properly. Not her brain.” Clint carded his fingers through his hair and sighed, “I know, I know. Look. I’ll do my best. She can’t keep moving schools like this. She needs some stability or she’s gonna start falling behind. This is the 6th school Eve’s put her in since Kindergarten.” He listens for a second and Bucky watches him. He looks worried. Defeated. And Bucky doesn’t wonder what the call is about. Sierra. His daughter. An 8-year-old with his big blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. The one person in Clint’s life more important to him than anyone else... The one person Bucky didn’t mind being upstaged by, even if he’d not officially met her.

“Okay, Jennie,” he said finally, “we’ll make this a test run. At least if she’s here, she’ll be safer... ish. Tell her I’ll meet the plane when she gets here. And that Nat is dying to make some cookies.” Bucky smiles a little. It seemed like all the avengers had a soft spot for her. Even Steve. Sierra was their little mascot. A welcome distraction from fighting and training. Clint hung up the phone and flopped back on the bed with a groan.

“What’d she break now?” Bucky asked pulling shoes on. Clint smiled a little, “An assessment to see how she was doing in math... The school is saying it’s a glitch and keeps making her retake it.”

“Why?” Bucky asked confused, “Shouldn’t they just put her in calculus or something?”

Clint snorted, “That’s what no one tells you about having a smart disabled kid. For every teacher that treats them like some weird inspirational story about defying odds, there are like two more that treat them like they belong in a freak show.”

Bucky frowned, “What’s the difference?”

“Inspirational kids get hallmark movies,” Clint said bitterly. “I fucking hate this. She’s 8 and she’s a smart kid. Just let her be a smart kid. Stop testing her. Six schools and every school it’s the same thing. The same bullies. The same New Kid thing. They yell at her for being smart then yell at her for dumbing herself down. Then to add insult to injury they shout at her for not playing with the kids that bully her.”

“What are you going to do?” Bucky asked quietly. They’d already talked about it. He knew. Clint wanted to bring her here to live. At least for a little while, until he found a better option. Until Eve would stop leaving her with an Aunt or a Cousin to go try and play rockstar.

“My best,” Clint answered, “She deserves that much.”

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“Dad!”

The voice, his daughter’s voice made him turn and he laughed, throwing his arms out to scoop her up. “Hey, Sunshine!” he says, sweeping her easily up off her feet and hugging her close. She’s slight. A little undersized, a consequence of being born too early and underdeveloped. He knows that under her blue jeans there’s leg braces. But as she spider monkey hugs his torso, he’s too happy to see her to worry about how small she still is.

“Good flight?” he asks, brushing hair out of her eyes, a little anxious. She looks tired but as she nods and rests her head on his shoulder, he decides it’s not serious. That she just needs a nap and a snack. He kisses her head and picks up her little bag. It’s purple and covered in sparkly stickers. Clint reflected happily as he put his sleeping daughter in the car that he loved this and he’d happily keep her this age forever. He buckles her into the booster seat and tucks her stuffed mammoth into her arms gently before walking around to the driver’s side door. Hopefully, he thought, the drive from here to the compound would be a long enough nap. He wanted Bucky to meet her at her feistiest. He deserved to know what he was getting into.

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Bucky was trying not to be anxious. Trying, and failing. He didn’t want her to hate him. Or worse still, be afraid of him. He didn’t want to worry about the implications her living there would have to his relationship. But as Clint pulled up slowly, he couldn’t help it.

“Bucky,” Nat said laughing, “Relax, it’ll be okay. You’re not the first boyfriend Clint’s ever had. You’re just the first one he’s introducing.”

“What if she hates me?” he asked.

Nat snorted, “Bucky, it’ll be okay. Just remember, she’s not a doll. Even if Clint carries her around like one... He’s the only one who can.”

As if on cue, Clint got out of the car and unbuckled her booster seat, lifting up the sleepy girl and rubbing her back gently. “Shh,” he soothed, “It’s okay. We’re here. Nat’s waiting on you.” Bucky couldn’t hear Sierra’s murmured reply but it made Clint laugh and cuddle her gently.

“Gimme,” Nat said holding out her arms and scooping the kid up easily, “I missed my partner in crime.” She hefted the slight weight higher on her hip and kissed her head and little arms wrapped around her neck. “Hey, Tasha,” she said rubbing her eyes. “Hey, Princess,” Nat said, “Still waking up, huh?” You nod, yawning and she smiles, ruffling your hair fondly.

Sleepy Blue eyes fixed on him and Clint tugged the end of her ponytail gently, “This is Bucky,” he said, “He keeps me out of trouble when you’re not here.”

“He doesn’t do a very good job,” she says rubbing her eyes, and tracing the new scar on his forearm. Clint snorted, “He’s not had as much practice.”

“You’ll have to show me the ropes,” Bucky said, wrapping his metal arm around Clint’s waist gently. She nods and Bucky watches as she squirms to be put down, awake enough now to want to stand up. Nat obliges easily, setting her down and subtly making sure she’s steady on her own before actually letting go.

“Can I take my braces off now?” she asks.

Clint nods, “We’ll get your stuff up in your room and you can be barefoot for a while. I know. It’s probably not any fun flying with them on. Especially since your feet don’t touch the floor.” She nods and Clint ruffles her hair affectionately. Bucky watches the two of them walk side by side, Clint slowing his steps to accommodate for her shorter legs and her limp. Tony, Bruce, Steve, Thor... They all paused to ruffle hair and get a hug, seemingly oblivious to her fragile little body. Bucky didn’t realize until he saw her up close how small Sierra really was. How easily someone... he could hurt her if he wasn’t careful. It made him want to keep his distance. Watching Clint with her made him feel out of place. A feeling that only intensified by the hour.

The archer was a good dad, if a little absent. He knew exactly what hid kid liked to eat. The names of all her teacher, her favorite subject in school. He had a million pet names and he knew exactly what to do for skinned knees. Mostly, Bucky learned quickly that evening, that Sierra was more self-sufficient than he thought she’d be. That was a comfort. He’d worried that she wouldn’t be able to do... anything really.

Stairs were hard. Pouring drinks from a pitcher was hard. Tying shoes was a nightmare. But it could all be done. It was just... slow. Achingly slow. While irritating, it wasn’t impossible. That was... fine, he guessed. He wasn’t sure what to make of her. She was quiet around him. Stuck close to the people she knew. Not afraid of him but... wary.

As he listened to Clint tucking his daughter into bed, evidently reading a book that she had read dozens of times, complete with silly voices, it was strange. Clint didn’t do silly voices. He wasn’t serious but this was just so... wholesome. There were no dirty jokes. There were no sarcastic answers to questions. He was soft. So very soft. Wrapped around little fingers. Putty in little hands. About the time Clint was covering her face in kisses that made her giggle and tucking her stuffed toy into her arms, Bucky started to feel like he was creepy. Started to feel like he shouldn’t be hearing Clint singing “You are my sunshine” to her softly. He knew Clint did that. That he had since she was a baby. That it was the only lullaby-like thing Clint had ever heard. Or felt right to sing to her.

Bucky felt a little lost. Clint was a human disaster. A snarky asshole. A hero. It was hard to wrap his mind around the idea of Clint also belonging to someone else. A 50 pound 8-year-old with leg braces and a vocabulary that made Bucky feel like an idiot around the time she correctly used the word fascist in a sentence. Watching Clint brush a soft kiss against her head was like watching a scene from a movie. A scene that didn’t necessarily have space for a semi-stable 100-year-old man.

Clint flopped down on the couch with a groan and stretched lazily, “Well. That went well.” he said.

“Did it?” Bucky asked, “She hardly talked to me.”

“She’s kinda like a cat. Give her time and then you’ll miss the quiet.”

“Does Nat miss it?” he asked.

“No,” Clint chuckled, “Someone’s gotta give her an outlet for all her overprotective instincts.”

“Oh no.”

“They have tea parties... and I dread the day Sierra starts dating. Tasha is gonna lose her shit.”

“And you won’t?” Bucky asked quirking an eyebrow.

“I mean... probably? But honestly, I’m more worried about the fate of the first poor boy to break her heart.”

That makes Bucky snort, “Nah,” he teases, “She’s gonna break all the hearts. She’s a cute kid.”

“Thankfully she looks like her mom.”

“Shut up, you’re hot.”

Clint blushed and Bucky stole a kiss, carding fingers through his hair. The reassurance was nice. Clint melted into the touch like he always did, even if he didn’t burn under his hands.

“Thank you,” Clint said quietly when they pulled away.

“For what?”

“For staying. I know you didn’t quite sign up for the Step-Parent gig when you hooked up with me.”

Bucky smiled a little, “I signed up for you,” he said. “Sierra is part of the deal... I just. I just don’t want to hurt her.”

“You won’t,” Clint soothed, “I know you won’t. I wouldn’t have let you near her if I thought you were.”

The Assassin nodded, thinking.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Clint asked after a long moment.

“Does she like the Zoo?”

Clint smiled a little and kissed his head, “She does... We should take her tomorrow. The last hurrah before school.”

“School,” Bucky snorted, “She knows what triskaidekaphobia means... I’d say she doesn’t need school.”

“You’re probably right,” Clint said grinning, “But, she’s gotta do something with her time.”

#Winterhawk #clint barton #natasha romanoff #Bucky Barnes #fluff #Dad!Clint #Soft!bucky #soft!clint #OFC #DOMESTIC AVENGERS #domestic fluff #domestic bucky #domestic clint

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lollytea · 4 years

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What are your opinions about Jungle cubs? I loved that show as a kid!

hi hello!! thank u for humoring me!! i love getting asks about the stuff im currently obsessed with that nobody really cares about, it makes me feel valid! also i dont have well constructed opinions, i just have a very messy, manic head so i just babble all my thoughts. for that i am sorry

im not gonna say jungle cubs is the best damn cartoon to hit the tv and maybe its just my own biased love speaking when i call it a good show but it means a lot to me personally. it brought me comfort as a little kid, i came back to it as a teen when i was feeling very alone and came back to it again as an adult just cuz of my recent love of baloo and talespin and needing something to keep me upbeat during the quarantine.

and ive watched quite a few cartoons i loved as a kid that i dont really vibe with anymore. i tried rewatching gummi bears. its not my thing. but jungle cubs is?? really good?? its just so charming to watch. i love the expressive animation, i love the smooth flowing dialogue, i love the playful and naive tone it has of just a bunch of kids being kids, i love the depiction of these characters, i love the performance of the voice actors, i love the layers it adds to the original film. layers that were never intended to be in there in the first place but isnt that just the beauty of interpretation and ones own imagination.

its such a formulaic concept isnt it. to take a classic show/movie and make its protagonists babies for a spinoff. but i dunno, i always got the feeling that whoever was the backbone of this story actually cared about the characters they were writing and took a sincere approach to it.

they thought in-depth about how to devolve them from their current personalities in a realistic way and what aspects of themselves are so core to their being that they would have been ingrained since childhood. the cubs feel pretty three-dimensional and considering theyre cash grab spinoff babies, that is an amazing feat.

but also, i love it for the very very very simple reason of its really adorable. bagheera especially. to see such a stoic and levelheaded character in his earliest stage as a child just Hits for me. cub bagheera is clever, hes cautious, hes a little stuck-up, all traits he has in the movie. hes also not the best hunter, doesnt know how to roar yet, is a little cowardly, sorta awkward at times and is often trying to prove that hes the best even though hes aware that he is nowhere near the best.

like its easy to believe the kind of person he grows up to be but at the same time, its really interesting to see the more childish aspects of himself that he eventually matured past. and hes adorable dude! baby bagheera voiced by EG Daily is the sweetest goddamn thing, i love him so much

also shere khan who is a fuckin doozy. hes very interesting in this too. everything about his attitude is reminiscent of a preteen who says mean things to you on voice chat while playing overwatch but if you tell him you’re gonna call the police on him, he starts panicking. thats shere khan’s vibe, a real edgy little tiger who thinks hes hot shit cuz he probably caught something bigger than a mouse like one time and its gone to his head.

hes constantly stalking around, subtly bragging about what a natural predator he is. but at the same time, he’s still around?? hes still hanging around with the other cubs cuz hes ALSO a cub and likes to play around with other kids his age. and he fucking loves his friends. the amount of times he’s scared off bigger animals who were about to harm them. and its really sweet cuz they like him too. while his attitude is definitely annoying sometimes, they still consider him their friend and enjoy his company. its just wholesome.

plus hes also pretty vulnerable as hes a cub. he doesnt stand a chance when they come across a grown animal as a threat. he gets scared just like the rest of them, hes just so arrogant that he never admits it.

in fact the appeal of the show in general to me, is the vulnerabilities of all the characters that comes with being in their most immature state. they dont know any better when it comes to stuff. this show is real dumbass hours

EVERYTHING about baloo is just great. he does not change even slightly. he is exactly the same except hes little and his voice hasnt broke yet. his child voice is amazingly fitting also.

i mean i guess one thing that differentiates him is adult baloo had some semblance of a philosophy. he was wise....in a way. baby baloo does not know shit about shit. he does not think. he just vibes, okay?? i love him mwah

i dont have much to say about the others but i DO like this interpretation of them more than their adult selves. it also just feels bittersweet that they grew up to be such dicks. Haithi is lovely, i love that hes just out here TRYING to be a colonel but he lacks the authority that comes with being a grown elephant and he doesnt have the self confidence to command anybody yet. he is simply babey.

louie is a very cute little dude, i love him and baloo as just an idiot squad. he also has a very good voice

kaa.....i dont trust. on one hand, hes very sweet as a child but on the OTHER HAND he grows up to be the creepiest fucking creation disney has ever put in a movie so that snake will always rub me the wrong way even when im trying to like him.

also ONE THING thats driving me crazy about this show is like. it has the best depiction of pre-adolescent boys that i have ever seen in a cartoon ever. just the way they behave. theyre sweethearts one minute, extremely mean the next minute, going from building eachother up to lightly bullying eachother, lots of unprovoked play fighting, laughing over dumb shit, rude to strangers for no goddamn reason, theres just a lot.

it fuckin knocked me back like 15 years cuz it reminded me so much of kids i used to play with. and these arent even human children whose brain development is documented, these are animals, this show had no business being this spot-on.

i dont like season 2. it has a few gems here and there that i get a kick out of. but as a whole, its really disappointing. since the show swapped production companies, they seemed to uproot it completely and start from scratch. and its kinda sad cuz i think they were TRYING to do something poignant when it came to a future narrative but it just didnt land. firstly there was a huge animation downgrade and looking at the two season in comparison is kinda depressing.

also they redesigned the characters, some looked worse than others. baloo looked fine but i still preferred his og look. bagheera....was the worst. rip bagheera.

they all underwent a huge personality change. and not in the way that showed subtle maturity, i mean a vapid exaggeration of their original personality. the only characters who were left relatively alone in this regard were baloo and kaa. and i dont mind gradually changing a character since there IS an adult version of them that they should be growing into. but the season 2 depictions are literally the furthest things from their adult selves that its unbelievable.

another pet peeve is they changed a few of the voice actors and.....i love these season 2 voice actors in other work theyve done. dee bradley baker and cree summer specifically who are both very talented people. but they did not fit these roles in the slightest. (not to mention having cree summer play an APE and suddenly having her do a LOT of monkey noises that the previous va never had to do. im not gonna get into all that BUT hmm.) and if youre gonna recast the characters to make them sound “older” as least make them sound somewhat similar to the jungle book actors, so you can picture them eventually growing into those voices.

also the tone shifted so much between seasons. the way they tried to make this jungle more of a “society” with shit like talent shows and sports games and celebrities and like fuckin. STOP. theyre animals. just let them be animals. along with that the writing just feels really off and its just. not fun. i dont like it

and as i mentioned, they WERE trying to do something here. the fact that the cubs didnt hang out with eachother as much and were starting to drift apart is kinda sad and wouldve liked it see it handled a little better. but instead i got season 2, which was stupid. and im 21 and im petty.

anyway i am very sorry that ended so negatively and im very sorry that rant was completely all over the place i have no sense of proper organization i just wanted to gush about what i love. but on a positive note i love jungle cubs!! its very dear to my heart and makes me very happy and i wish it had gotten more episodes

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bloodyshadow1 · 5 years

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Flowers, Feathers, and Fists Ch2

It was a good kiss, a great kiss even, Beau could tell that much even if she lacked experience. The monk didn’t really kiss people, not platonically as a greeting, not friendly kisses on the forehead, rarely even with her lovers. Their first night in Shadycreek Run, when she paid Vorsa for her company, it was a good night and great sex but Beau didn’t kiss her, Vorsa didn’t even try so Beau didn’t either. Beau might have kissed Keg during their…, well their fucking was a bit more intimate given that they knew each other a bit longer and happy to be alive sex does something to you. Still, the dwarven woman seemed to want more than Beau was willing to give and respected that.

So color Beau surprised when one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen crawled into her lap one night and gave her the kiss of a lifetime. Beau panicked a bit before her mind slipped away from her as she recounted what led to Zuala, the beautiful Tiefling and beautiful wife of her good friend and Yasha who starred in many of Beau’s dreams.

They were celebrating in a tavern in some Podunk town, well they had been celebrating a few hours ago after saving it from a band of Vrock that were harassing the town and other nearby villages. In thanks the town paid for their rooms and whatever food and drink they wanted, never one to turn down free anything the Mighty Nein celebrated. Yasha retired first, she wasn’t one for crazy celebrations, Zuala would have followed her, but she had almost died again earlier in the battle and wanted to live it up a little. Slowly the party wound down, the townsfolk left a bit after Yasha, then the rest of the Nein left, until the bartender gave Beau, Molly, and Zuala a few bottles before he headed off to sleep as well. Molly left then, after seeing that Zuala wanted to talk to Beau about something and wished them both a good night. Well, he wished Zuala a good night and told Beau not to fall asleep in her own vomit which lead to both of them flipping each other off but it amounted to the same thing.

It wasn’t like this was the first time the two of them had been alone together, but it sort of was. They had taken watch together and Zuala had patched Beau up, but that had always been in camp where the others, usually Zuala’s wife, were around. Now, in the bar of the inn they were staying at, barely lit by dying candles, the two of them were the only souls awake. Beau kept drinking, Zuala stopped ages ago, alcohol didn’t affect the monk like it used to, too much ki and Zen or something to allow her to drink herself to sleep anymore. It was cheap stuff, and it would make her piss like a horse in a bit, but Beau was still trying to figure out what to say.

Turns out she didn’t have to, “you saved my life today Beauregard,” Zuala said in her thick Xhorhasian accent, Beau suppressed a shiver, not wanting to admit how good her name sounded with that accent. “The Vrock, I think the demon would have killed me if you hadn’t gotten in its way,” the taller Tiefling woman shivered at the thought.

The vulture demons were in all honesty child’s play to the Mighty Nein, they were so strong, and they had gotten cocky and spread out more than normal since they didn’t need their normal formation and just enjoyed an easy job. One of the fiends took advantage of their lack of attention and snuck around to where she was off alone, they weren’t smart creatures, but they did possess a sort of wicked cunning. Zuala hadn’t prepared many combat spells, she rarely did, but she should have been able to slay one of the demons.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side, and the Vrock let out a terrifying cry that shook her to her core leaving her unable to move. It was loud enough that the others were able to be aware that she was in danger, but they were too far away to help, except for Beau who was as fast as ever and intercepted the demon. The little woman from the Empire stood between them, the vulture demon’s claws tore at Beau, the demon’s claws tore at her stomach making the monk snarl like a wild animal, but she didn’t waver, she blocked the fiend’s stabbing beak with of her bracer and punched it with her fist when it was off balance. Beau distracted the demon long enough for Zuala to gather herself and shake off the fear, between the two of them, the Vrock didn’t stand a chance.

“Are you alright Zuala,” Yasha said immediately running over to her wife’s side as the creature died in fire. The rest of the flock of Vrocks were dead, the other members of the Nein finished them off, they slowly turned into sickening black sludge when they perished which meant no loot other than what the creatures carried with them.

“I’m fine my love,” Zuala said gently patting Yasha’s face, “I was lucky, Beauregard was there to save me,” she said and they both looked over at the monk who was checking the sludge pile of the demon once the flames burned out, she wasn’t looking at either of them. “Thank you Beauregard,” Zuala said her hands not leaving Yasha’s and the two of them walked over to the smaller woman. Both of them noticed how she was leaning on her staff, but didn’t say anything. One of the first things Zuala learned about Beauregard was how much her pride meant to her, and the sad foundations on why that importance was built.

“Oh it was nothing,” Beau said trying to be modest, “you shouldn’t have been in danger in the first place, I-, we should have seen the one sneaking off.”

“Still,” Zuala said eyeing where Beau’s wound had been. Between her and Caduceus there wouldn’t be a scar, but it still needed to be wrapped for now. “You saved me and got hurt because of me, I’m grateful.”

“It’s really no problem,” Beau said embarrassed, “I’m tough and I’ve been hurt by worse. Besides, we’re friends Zuala, I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” she said sincerely. Beau would throw herself on the spear for any of her friends, they all knew that, it worried them sometimes.

“Still,” Zuala said softly, “please be careful Beauregard, I know I’m the one who let my guard down, but you’re far too important to lose.”

Beau’s self-esteem had gotten better since traveling with the Nein, but holy shit, a beautiful girl saying things like that, even if she was completely off limits, did things to someone’s ego. “Yeah okay, I’ll try if you guys stay safe.”

It wasn’t the promise that Zuala wanted but she knew it was all she was going to get. She hadn’t known the monk for very long, not compared to the others, but she knew Beau would never promise to put her life above her companions, that just wasn’t how the monk was.

But that was then, hours ago, now, Zuala straddling her savior, giving Beau the best kiss she ever had, paralyzing the monk. With her brain unsure of what to, Beau’s body reacted instinctively, her arms wrapped around the beautiful tiefling and immediately kissed back deepening the kiss as Zuala’s devil tongue entered in her mouth. Zuala tasted like life and kissed like fire, the carnal dumb monkey brain in Beau was content to just kiss the tiefling until the world ended.

But the more evolved part of Beau’s brain, the part that knew how fucked up it was to be kissing Yasha’s wife caught up a second later. Yasha, the woman Beau had a lusted after the moment she had seen her, that she had befriended and fought beside for years, probably the only woman Beau ever would admit to herself that she loved. And even if that wasn’t the case she was Yasha, the barbarian who could rip her limb from limb for kissing her wife, as guilt pooled into her stomach Beau wasn’t sure if she’d even try to stop her. Beau’s eyes snapped open realizing what was happening and pushed Zuala off of her, it was a gentle push but enough to knock the druid to the ground and break the kiss. “What, the fuck,” Beau demanded panting, “was that.”

“It was a kiss,” Zuala said confused and a bit hurt that Beau pushed her to the ground. “Did you not like it,” she knew Beau did, a woman’s body didn’t react like that if she didn’t like how you kissed.

“I-,” Beau started to say as she caught her breath, “I liked it,” she admitted, “of course I fucking liked it. It was the best kiss of my life,” she couldn’t lie about that.

“Then what’s the problem,” Zuala asked still confused as she sat up into a more comfortable position on the floor. “You liked the kiss, I know you find me attractive, I’ve seen the way you look at me,” it wasn’t a question. Beau stares at women, she is a lesbian who loves women of all shapes and sizes and sometimes oogles a pretty dame or two, she did her best not to make things weird with Yasha, but Zuala was beautiful and Beau was only human.

“The problem is that you’re married, to Yasha, a very good friend of mine,” Beau yell whispered as to not wake up the whole inn. She was lost and confused, she was trying so hard to be good, why was this happening to her.

“A good friend Beauregard,” Zuala said in her smokey tones as she smiled sarcastically, “are you really going to pretend that’s all My Angel is to you?”

“We’re just friends,” Beau lied through her teeth, it wasn’t even a good lie, she might as well have been a kid claiming the sky was green for all the good it did.

“I have eyes Beauregard,” Zuala said cutting through the bullshit, “and while they might not be the ones I was born with, I am far from blind. I see the way you look at her -,” Zuala started to say.

“Alright fine,” Beau cut in exasperated, “I have a huge crush on your wife. There, you happy? I have since the moment I saw her in Trostenwald, I’ve wanted her since she hoisted me over her shoulder like I weighed nothing at all. Is that why you’re punishing me?” Her breathe was starting to get short and her eyes were starting to get wet in frustration, but she was doing her best to keep herself together.

“This wasn’t supposed to be a punishment Beauregard,” Zuala said standing up and taking Beau’s head in her hands gently. She dropped the seductress act and became Beau’s friend and comrade Zuala. “You’ve been nothing but kind to me, beyond kind. To me and My Angel, I’m nothing but grateful.”

Beau only stared at her in disbelief, her time with the Nein had done wonders for her and her self-esteem, but old scars run deep. “Then why are you doing this to me,” she knew that no matter what happened her life was over, it didn’t matter why Zuala had kissed her, it only mattered that it happened. She would be lucky if Yasha didn’t put her sword through her stomach the second she found out, and if she did leave her alive, there was no way that the rest of them would be okay with her trying to seduce her friends wife. Even if Zuala told them that she kissed Beau, they wouldn’t believe her. Beau the disaster not hit on a beautiful woman, it wasn’t possible.

“I thought you would like it,” Zuala said softly, this wasn’t even close to how things went in her head all the times she had thought about it, and it was a lot of times. “I thought you would be happy, I figured that if anyone had the right to kiss my wife’s wife it would be me, or Yasha which I have thought about a lot.”

She might have continued on after that but Beau didn’t hear a word after Wife’s wife. “Zuala, Yasha and I aren’t…, anything,” she said her words full of finality.

“Look Beau I don’t know what happened to make you decide to bring me back to life, which I am grateful for, but you don’t need to act like I’m an idiot,” Zuala said getting frustrated. “I’m not an idiot and I’m not angry, I was dead. I expected Yasha to move on eventually,” the words hurt to say but it didn’t change that she did, “and I’m glad she found you.”

“No, Zuala I mean we aren’t, ever married,” Beau tried to clarify but stumbles over her words. Was she supposed to be happy that Yasha’s wife liked her enough that she would have been happy if Yasha moved on with her?

“Fine dating or courting, whatever,” Zuala waved her off. “I’m just saying that I know what Yasha looks like when she’s in love and I know that you stare at her all the time, but whenever she looks at you she looks at you like she looks at me.”

That shook Beau to the core, that couldn’t be possible, there was no way that Yasha could like her, at least not the way she liked Yasha. Zuala had to be mistaken, right? Just because she’s known Yasha longer than any of them, and just because she’s the love of Yasha’s life, and had apparently studied both of them, that didn’t mean that she knew what she was talking about. “S-she doesn’t look at me in any special way.”

Zuala studied her for a moment, looking into Beau’s big beautiful blue eyes, and realized, she was telling the truth, 100%. It didn’t make sense to the tiefling druid, they were both gorgeous and strong, sweeter than they seemed at first glance, why weren’t they together? “She does Beauregard, she really does.” Still, it seemed that she was wrong, and Beau wasn’t the beauty she needed to talk to. “Still, it appears I was wrong,” she said embarrassed, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it wasn’t my intention,” she said letting Beau’s face go.

“N-no problem,” Beau said this whole thing was easily one of the most confusing and arousing conversations she’s ever had. She really needed to go to bed and sleep this off.

“I think it would be best if we both retired for the night,” Zuala said her black cheeks dulled slightly white as she blushed.

“Look,” Beau said regaining herself, “I wish what you said was true, gods’ honest truth, but it isn’t. Yasha loves you more than anything, losing you really hurt her. I also know that you won’t keep this a secret from her, If you want you can blame the kiss on me or the drink, they’re used to me being a screwup.”

“Thank you, Beauregard,” Zuala said shaking her head, damaged women who didn’t realize how amazing they were, were kind of her thing, but that wouldn’t be an option until she talked to Yasha. “I won’t lie to My Angel, but I will be sure to let her and the others know that you had nothing to do with this.” She gave Beau a kiss on the cheek this time, “I’m sorry that I caused this embarrassment, but I’m promise, I’ll make it worth it.”

With that Zuala went up the stairs and into her room, she didn’t trust herself to say anything to Beauregard anymore, the monk’s soft confused, ‘night,’ trailing behind her. She entered the room she shared with her wife and got ready for bed. A moment later she took her place beside her angel, and just took her in. A lifetime ago she had fallen for her angel, they were married and torn apart by the tribe, yet here they were in the same bed again, not even death could stop their love. She admired Yasha’s strong arms, thick as trees and covered in scars, her beautiful face that no amount of battle could mare, she was so beautiful, perfect in her own Yasha way. The barbarian was still dressed in her day clothes and above the covers, she probably tried to stay up and wait for her, which made Zuala smile.

‘Am I being selfish,’ Zuala thought, she had everything she ever wanted, everything she thought was lost to her, and yet she still wanted more. Yasha was more than enough for anything, Zuala would face any danger, any famine, any pain to be beside her. She didn’t need Beauregard as well, if it came down to it.

But when she thought of the little monk and her heart swelled, Beauregard was beautiful too, her eyes shined like sapphires when she laughed and burned when she fought. She might not have muscles like Yasha, then again who did, but her body was beautiful, as if sculpted from dark stone. She had a bigger heart than she would believe herself to have and a beautiful soul that deserved more than she got. In the end though, Zuala knew she was attracted to Beauregard and could come to love her, she didn’t love her, not yet. But Yasha did even if she wouldn’t admit it and that was enough for her. Zuala never doubted Yasha’s love for her, not when they were wed against the Skyspear’s decree, not when they executed her, she never could when Yasha looked at her like that. The same way she looked at Beau now.

She could pretend it never happened, just write it off on the booze, she believed Beau when she said she wouldn’t tell Yasha, that she would let Zuala. Beau kept her word, it was one of the first things Zuala learned about the monk. But Zuala knew that while everyone had secrets there were some secrets that would ruin a marriage if kept.

“Yasha love,” Zuala said gently as she rubbed her wife’s arm, she had learned that Yasha wasn’t the easiest to wake up nowadays. But she knew her wife and her wife’s body better than anyone, she knew how to wake her up without her wings shooting out.

It took a few minutes but Yasha was eventually roused and returned to the waking world. “Hello my Heart,” Yasha replied sleepily as she sat up and embraced her wife, leaning on her like a lazy cat, “I tried to wait up for you but I guess I fell asleep. Did you have a good time downstairs?”

That was a difficult question, the kiss was definitely nice, the monk tasted like hope and her tongue made the weakest ale taste sweet. But it wasn’t exactly a pleasant conversation to have since she had been wrong, but it might be a funny story someday. “It was enlightening,” she managed to get out cryptically as she studied her beautiful angel’s face.

“What’s wrong Zuala,” Yasha asked fiercely, she was adorable like that.

“I had a conversation with Beauregard downstairs, and I made a big mistake based on an assumption.” Zuala felt the guilt roll in her stomach now, she had thought it would be so simple. Kiss Beau to make her realize that her relationship with Yasha didn’t have to be over now that Zuala was back. Then she would talk to Yasha, confront her if she had to, on her feelings and relationship with Beau to let her know that she didn’t have a problem with her falling in love again after her death. Then maybe fall in love with Beau with Yasha or maybe just be her friend, but either way it would make her wife and her friend happier.

“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with Beau,” Yasha said calming down a bit. She had thought that someone might have insulted her or tried to start a fight with her, if that was the case she would have to wake Caduceus so her could get some graves ready. If Beau had insulted Zuala it was likely a misunderstanding or a mistake and the little monk would apologize soon. If Zuala insulted Beau, well the monk was resilient and while an apology would still need to be made, she wasn’t one to hold grudges. “Whatever it is she is far more mature than she seems. Why don’t you tell me what happened, maybe I can help you.”

“I kissed Beauregard,” Zuala said softly as she, “just now in the common room. And I think we need to talk about it.”

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twistedrunes · 6 years

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A note on fics and requests

Hello friends!

I’m writing this today in the spirit of fostering a happy and ongoing relationship between us.

I can’t begin to tell you all how much I appreciate all of you who follow me, like and/or reblog my stuff. Those of you who send me comments, feedback and asks are my favs (I’m sorry unlike my mother I have favourites). In the past few months since I joined this site, it has become my safe space away from reality. I have found some truly amazing humans who have shown me kindness, support and friendship beyond measure. I have been lucky that thus far I have not encountered any trolls. So Tumblr for me has become my home within my home.

I love that on Tumblr I can share my writing with a wide audience. I love that people will tell me that they enjoy my work, or that they check my account every day to see if I have new stuff. That I’ve made people have feelings or thought differently about something. Getting notifications that a person is reading through the chapters of George honestly makes me smile, watching someone binge is a feeling I can’t even describe.

I love that people value my writing and deem that I may just be able to give life to their ideas. I love when people request work from me and that people send me amazing, brilliant, heartwarming or funny ideas which shoot me off in a creative direction I never thought of (I’m looking at you here Shirts and Performance Anxiety requesters). I like that I can collaborate with people I’ve never met and will like never know beyond an anonymous ask and a keyboard. I view requests as a collaborative work.

I love it all.

The wonder of the Tumblr is that we are all relatively anonymous. I’m sure most of you realise I am not actually a crone who lives under a trap door. You don’t know what I look like, what I do to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly, or much else about me. Although some of you probably have a good idea of my political and social justice views and weirdly, now I think about it, many of you have probably had some insight into my particular “tastes” (okay this is embarrassing now I think about it -- moving on.)

Among the things you don’t know about me is I have depression and anxiety (I don’t like to say I suffer because thankfully there are good days, even weeks or months sometimes). I like to think of them as my very own black dragon or rather a pack (or whatever the correct nomenclature is for a group of dragons - hoard?). Who on occasion sweep in and raze my village to the ground and takes a sheep or villager or two. Unfortunately, my dragons are not quite as sweet as toothless. On the whole, I can keep my dragons in check by providing them with regular offerings and by having my kingdom knights in place to guard against them (sleep, regular meals, medication, therapy etc).

But, in the past few months my dragons have deemed these offerings insufficient and have been raiding more and more often and my knights have suffered catastrophic loses. So I am alone with my sword against the hoard. A battle worthy of the Grecian epics has been waged and fair to say my sword has not been as swift or sharp as I would have liked and the hoard has redoubled their efforts. I am tormented on a daily if not hourly basis. These battles have worn me down and worn me out and currently, I am quite literally bunkered down in my hovel.

I have a love-hate relationship with my brain and my dragons. My brain has helped me create some work I’m really proud of. I’ve run a business and worked in some amazing places where amazing things were happening. I graduated from Uni with first class honours and am working my way through a PhD. Hyperfixation helped me write 60,000 words of my fic George in just a few weeks. I like to think that sometimes I’m funny or witty and that I can have some empathy for others who have their own struggles. Other times my brain convinces me that I am stupid, mean, inadequate, unworthy or just plain unlovable, even unlikeable (I’ll stop there but know given the chance I would write a thousand things). I have significant issues with ‘rejection’ and it causes me physical pain and great mental distress to feel I have made anyone feel any of these things.

So why does this matter to any of you? Well, really it doesn’t. BUT, I need to start rejecting some of the requests in my inbox. I need to reject them because having ones I don’t feel I can do in my inbox is stressing me out. But, my dragons have me convinced that I will hurt peoples feelings or that they won’t like me if I do this. The intellectual part of my brain knows that for the most part, this isn’t true, but it’s hard to be intellectual when dragons are burning down your village and trying to eat you. But I have to change something.

So going forward:

* I’ll be cleaning out my inbox of any current requests I don’t think I can do.

* I will reply to your request I won’t just delete them

* I will keep my requests open - but if after a week or so the request hasn’t sparked anything off on my brain I’ll respond and let you know that I can’t do it, I will try to explain why (if it’s a reason beyond - I have no idea what to do with this.

* However this does not mean you are guaranteed your requested fic within a week or any other set time period, just that I’m keeping it on my “to do” list.

* I am happy to have a dialogue with you about your request, but remember I am not a monkey (paid, trained or otherwise who can just churn out fics)

IMPORTANT NOTE:

Me rejecting your request does not mean I think its, dumb, stupid or anything beyond, I don’t have a plan or idea for what to do with this. Basically the ‘prompt’ has not prompted any ideas for me or I know someone has already done a similar request that I don’t have anything ‘new’ to add. Or if its something I’m not comfortable writing about.

The only reason I will reject a request because of ‘you’ is if I know the same request has been sent to multiple authors. Because when people do that it’s not a collaboration. There aren’t many peaky writers out there are we tend to read each other’s work and we talk to each other, often discussing ideas so we tend to notice.

So, in summary, I appreciate all of you, I love getting requests and feedback from you all and I hope we can keep working together going forward.

The above is not a cry for help or an attempt at garnering sympathy, simply an attempt at an open dialogue.

TLDR: If I reject your request it’s not you, it’s me.

Wishing you all a wonderful day/night wherever you are.

‘Twistedrunes xox

#housekeeping #asks #request #twdepression #tw anxiety #tw mental health

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adambstingus · 6 years

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Cracked’s Holiday Gift Guide For Your Pals And Pets!

“The Holidays” Round One is over and now you’re slumped back at your desk, picking marshmallows off a glob of leftover yam casserole.

This is a time to reflect and appreciate the ones who really matter: the human and animal companions who somehow tolerate your nonsense and make your wretched time on this crumbling planet marginally bearable. You owe these fantastic creatures. Blow some quality cash on them this season. May we suggest:

FOR YOUR PALS

The Star Wars Freak