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hyperionshipping · 5 months
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FANKID TRICKS👀👀👀👀👀👀
Two questions:
What’s little ones name 👀
And
Grace wants to know if she can come have a tea party with your little one 👀🥺
(Aricka)
OKAYYY okay so. She's technically like... Not a True fankid. She's more so just like... An idea in my head I toss around sometimes. But I can answer these 8)!
Marnie! Though I'm toying with Marlowe as well. But Marnie was her original name when I first started stuff for her in my head
Of course!! I'd set 'em up, let them have fun in the playroom. I think I'd have a whole play kitchen for her 'cause she'd help me cook suppers and so, a lot of her pretend play would be cooking. Amongst the very real pirate journeys in her cardboard pirate ship, or, her boat shaped bed!
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The daughter of Poseidon
Characters by appearance : Poseidon, Aricka Jackson, Sally Jackson, Amphitrite, Percy Jackson.
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If I could catch a star for you I swear I'd steal them all tonight
To make your every wish come true and every dream for all your life…
She was born on a cool October evening. A cry loud enough to change the tides, Aricka Coral Jackson was a fighter from the moment she first opened her eyes-
And what beautiful eyes she had. A startling turquoise-teal-periwinkle, almost the perfect shade of the sea. Poseidon was full of pride for her.
But that's not how the story goes
The world is full of perfect plans
If there's a promise that I broke, I know one day you will understand…
One night, he snuck into her nursery, scooped up the sleeping babe. She didn’t even stir, content to slumber in her father’s embrace. “My daughter,” he whispered. “μικρά μάτια του ωκεανού, pride of the seas. I can’t be there to watch you grow… I can only hope one day you make it to camp… you belong to the sea. You will one day return. I await that day eagerly, already.” He kisses her forehead, catches a whiff of the soap and powder she smelled off. “κόρη, I will always love you.”
(Little ocean eyes.
(Daughter.)
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When times are hard I know you'll be strong
I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on
Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky
Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…
Aricka is five now. Strange things has been happening to her since she went to the aquarium with her daycare. “What is the matter, αστερίας?” He spoke funnily, made Aricka giggle.
“What’s that word?” She repeats the funny word clumsily, but Poseidon merely smiles amusedly at his daughter awkwardly copying his mother tongue.
“It means starfish, where I’m from,” he explains. “You seem upset. Where is your mother?”
“She’s at work, this is daycare. Are you lost mister?” She asks.
“No, παιδί. Waiting for someone.” A funny dressed woman walks up to the man then, and he loops his arm around her. “Be well, Aricka. We will meet again soon.”
An angel I will read to sleep, gave me one dream of my own
So learn to love and spread your wings, and find the one to call your home
The funny dressed woman smiled warmly at Aricka too, and they seemed to vanish, leaving a pleasant sea-salt vapor scent behind them.
(Starfish)
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When times are hard I know you'll be strong
I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on
Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky
Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…
Aricka is seven, and she’s a big sister now. She holds her wriggling baby brother carefully, sitting in the hospital bed with her mommy. “He’s so little,” she coos. “What’s his name mama?”
Sally kisses her daughter’s cheek, knowing now that her days with her daughter were numbered. Chiron would come for her soon. “His name is Perseus Caspian,” she answered. “He’s your brother, and your responsibility. I won’t always be able to protect him, but you will be able to. You will always be able to guard him.” Aricka nods seriously.
“I love you Percy. I won’t ever let anybody hurt you. I promise.”
Later; when mommy and Percy were sleeping, Aricka woke up to see the same man from the daycare standing next to Percy’s bassinet. When he noticed her staring, he put a finger to his lips, shushing her quietly. “You must pretend you didn’t see me here, μικρό γκουπί. Some people wouldn’t approve.” He turns to look at Percy again. “But I had to see your little brother once, before I return to my palace.”
“Are you a king?” She asks in quiet awe. He laughs.
“Yes, η κόρη μου, you could say that.” She tilts her head at the funny words. “I cannot reveal who I am to you yet, but know that the ocean will always be your refuge. Do you understand that?” She nods.
“I like swimming; and seeing fishies.” He laughs again, and the sound makes Aricka feel happy and relaxed.
“Yes, yes you would.” He walks over to her, brushes her cheek softly. “Be brave, little warrior. One day you’ll be called on to protect your brother. You must prepare for it.” He looks at Percy one last time and vanishes, leaving the same sweet ocean vapor behind him.
(My daughter)
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When times are hard I know you'll be strong
I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on
Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky…
Aricka is 17, and reunited with her brother for the first time since she was 12. That night, she dreamed of an underwater palace and the man from the hospital- her dad. Poseidon. He sees her, and smiles warmly at her. “My daughter,” he greets. “You’ve been reunited with Percy, then. Is he well?”
“Yes dad,” she says softly. “Scared and traumatized, but as well as he can be. I start his water training tomorrow.” Poseidon nods.
“Good. Keep him safe. Protect him. Guide him to the bolt and back to Olympus. I await your safe arrival eagerly. I have long awaited the day we would officially meet, face to face.” He caresses her cheek and her eyes slip shut, wishing this was real, not a dream. All she wanted was for her dad to be able to hug her. “We will meet soon. This I vow.” She felt herself begin to wake and her father nods. “Wake now. Know that no matter what, you are the pride of the seven seas.”
Then her eyes opened, and she went about her day, with no recollection of the dream she just had, other than a feeling that she was loved.
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Fathers and daughters never say goodbye
Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…
Aricka is 24 now, battle scarred and covered in burns. “μικρή μου γοργόνα,” a now familiar voice calls. Weary, Aricka turns to face her father, and tears fill her unique eyes as she runs across the Olympian throne room to collide with her father’s arms. “Oh, my daughter,” he says, and she finds herself comforted by how much he smelled like the ocean. “You fought so well. I’m so proud of you.” Aricka cried at those words, words she’d craved since she was 12. “Your brother fought so well, also. I must speak to him too.” She nods, sniffling as she steps back. He cradled her face in both his hands. “You are my pride and joy, as is your brother; and all my children are. The spirit of the sea is strong with you.”
“Father…” she breathes. “πατερούλης…” The word brings tears to Poseidon’s eyes; and he kisses her forehead gently.
“Go now. That boyfriend of yours is waiting for you.” With a smile and a pat to the shoulder, he sends his daughter off to her friends and loved ones, knowing that she would always return to his domain. As would her brother.
As would her children, one day.
(Little mermaid.)
(Daddy.)
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When times are hard I know you'll be strong
I'll be there in your heart and you'll carry on
Like moonlight on the water, and sunlight in the sky
Fathers and daughters never say goodbye…
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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge
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defaultchaos1 · 1 year
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15 Questions | 15 People
Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People (IDK 15 ppl on here but this looks fun 😅) I was tagged by @schmem14
1. Are you named after anyone? I guess technically. My bio dads name is Eric and mine is Aricka so eh.
2. When was the last time you cried? Hmm 🤔 probably a few days ago. I was listening to iris and was in my feels 🤷🏻‍♀️
3. Do you have kids? I don’t have kids I have monsters. 2 of them.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? My husband seems to think so.
5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I guess their eye color. The eyes are the first thing you look at when you meet someone.
6. What’s your eye color? Brown but according to my husband, ‘a light chocolate brown’ wtvr that means. 😅
7. Scary movies or happy ending? Oooo that depends. Not a fan of scary movies unless they’re old slasher films. But can’t go wrong with a happy ending 🙂
8. Any special talents? I doubt it.
9. Where were you born? The middle of nowhere in California.
10. What are your hobbies? It’s a bit cliche, but I’m a mom so I don’t have time or money for any of my hobbies. But I enjoy working with my hands.
11. Do you have any pets? I have a fish named Missy. But my roommate has 2 cats that I like to cuddle with despite my allergies
12. What sports do you play/have you played? In middle school and high school I played volleyball. And last summer I played soccer with my sons tot league 🤣
13. How tall are you? 5’3
14. Favorite subject at school? History! I loved history and still do. Currently taking a few history course at my local college.
15. Dream job? Hmm 🤔 archeologist, historian, museum curator, or a history teacher could be fun.
@catmintandthyme @colubrina @ibuzoo @rzzmg @rizzlewrites
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letsgofoletsgo · 11 months
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Cinderella Snapped (Alt Version)
This is an alternate version of the fic I wrote that takes place in @arickaandherfictionalothers‘s Reverse!Descendants au, specifically my version that includes Azalea. This version doesn’t include the song, so here’s the link to the og if you want to read it. That being said, hope you enjoy!
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Upon cresting the stairs, Aricka peered around the corner cautiously. A dark, decrepit hallway expanded before her, the wallpaper peeling and floorboards splitting. A musty scent lingered in the air, as many of the windows had been boarded up in a crude fashion. The only light that entered was through small cracks that were scattered along the walls and ceiling. 
Aricka stepped into the hall, wincing as the floor creaked under her feet. Aricka treaded carefully along the hall, unable to shake the uneasy feeling welling in her stomach. Her eyes darted around, scanning her surroundings for any sign of danger. The silence was almost deafening, her own heart and stuttering breaths ringing in her ears. Eventually, she approached the door at the end of the hall. Stopping in front of it, she paused before she entered. Debating with herself at this final passage, only her own speculation aiding her at what awaited her on the other side. Taking a breath and gathering her courage, Aricka placed her hand on the knob, opening the door. 
She was greeted with a somewhat small room, a table with three banged up chairs on her left, and what appeared to be the remains of a counter and some cabinets on her right. On the far side of the room was a dingy coffee table, above it an open window. Next to it was a couch, threadbare and stained; with Azalea lounging on it. 
“‘Bout time you got here.” Xe said.
“Azalea, what is this place?” Aricka asked. 
Xe took a drag of the cigarette in xyr hand, the sunlight illuminating the smoke. “It’s my own little corner of town. Place’s been run down for years, so I figured it was a perfect spot.” 
“But… Mal lets you live in the castle, why would you want to come here?” 
“Sometimes a guy just wants to smoke a cig in peace.” Xe shrugged. “Look, I know it's a bit different than the luxury rooms and king sized beds you bunch are used to, but having a hidey hole can be beneficial in more ways than you think.” 
“Okay…” she stepped closer to xem, taking in the room. “So then, why did you ask me to come here?” 
“As you might’ve guessed, I don’t bring people up here too often.” Azalea flicked xyr cigarette into the ashtray sitting on the coffee table. “But, I figured this would be a good place to talk.” 
“Talk?” Aricka turned to xem. “I thought you were going to teach me more about how to be a villain?” 
“Oh, I still intend to teach you. But you’re already familiar with what I have in mind.” Xe rose from the couch, slowly approaching her. 
She raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The thing is Aricka, you’ve done well in our time together. You don’t learn the ways of these streets overnight, but you’ve picked it up fast enough. However, you still have one flaw.” 
Xe was a few feet away from her, emerald eyes glaring daggers. 
“You still hold back. You’ve yet to truly break free” 
“What? But, I’ve done everything you’ve told me- you said yourself that I’ve been doing well!” 
“And you have been. But you ever stop and wonder why I’m doing this for you? Why Mal brought you all to the Kingdom of Malice?” 
Aricka couldn’t bring herself to answer, almost dreading what Azalea was to say. 
“Because the world that your parents made isn’t the happily ever after they had you think it was.” 
“It’s not- What are you talking about?” 
“Your gaggle may not realize it, but we’re doing you all a favor. We’re helping you see the potential that your parents locked away in a golden prison.”
“But your parents were the villains, they were the ones to take over!” 
“And your parents force you to be their prim, proper puppets.” Azalea almost snarled the last word. “They dress you up in what they want you to wear, and marry you off to whoever would benefit them.” 
Aricka froze. What xe described, this fake fantasy that everyone was happy after the fairy tale, but was just propping up a ruse to save face, 
That was her life back home.
“How… How could you know what life was like for us?” 
“Because it's the same story every time. The guy gets the girl, all the problems fade away, and they ride off into the sunset together.” Xe began pacing around the room, hands gesturing to his description. “Sounds nice for the ending of a storybook, but if you want anything outside of this ‘perfect’ little status quo they invented, it's out of the question.” 
“The isle may have been stifling, but it was safe. We had no other choice.” 
"Maybe so. But has it ever occurred to you that the ones keeping you safe weren't so perfect themselves? Have you ever truly taken a look in that mirror you praise, to see the ruse your parents puppet you with? They don’t consider anything beyond their fairytale happy endings that they’ve been blinded by, because to them, that’s all there is. To them, that’s all your life ever will be.” 
“But… Why would you care what happens to us? Why go through all this trouble just for the AKs?” 
Azalea turned to her. “Because we’re not like our parents.”
Confusion returned to Aricka’s face. “But- you still have the barrier up around the isle.” 
“I can’t control what Mal does; but I can control what I do. I can control what I wear, who I love, what I do. I can control my life, Aricka, and so can everyone else. That’s what we claimed for ourselves, that’s what this kingdom stands for. Our lives aren’t defined by a storybook, and yours shouldn’t be either.”
Aricka’s mind was racing, everything Azalea said made sense, but how could it be true?
“It’s just… My life used to seem so perfect when I was younger… We were the heroes of the story, we were supposed to be the ones with the happy ending!” 
"Don't you get it Clarice?” Xe raised xyr voice. “This is why we brought you here, to free you from their grip. In this town, we can be whoever we want to be, and it starts by stepping out of the image our parents forced us into. It starts with us!"
“But why us? Why bother with me? What is this worth to you?!”
"It's worth your future, my future, the future for all of us! Your parents kept you in a prison, but you didn't notice ‘cause it was plated in gold- just like all their other trinkets."
Clarice stared blankly, trying to process the whirlwind of thoughts in her head. Azalea watched her. 
“We brought you here to free you. We brought you here to reinvent who you are, outside of their untouchable image."
She bites her lip, hard enough to bleed. “I still have a sister back on the isle. Alexandra. She needs us. Chad and I. Otherwise she’s doomed. I can’t let my mother-!” 
Aricka seemed in disbelief of the words coming from her own mouth, heart sinking upon the realization.
“Azalea, I can’t let Alexa be trapped in that stuffy life.”
Xyr lips curved into the hint of a smirk. “Exactly.”
“But I can’t- I can’t be evil. I can’t kill someone. I can’t make- I can’t purposely hurt someone.” She sputtered. “That’s not who I am.”
"Then don't be. We're trying to break you out of a death grip that's been around your neck your whole life, not force you into another one."
This seemed to puzzle Aricka. “Isn’t that what villains do? Hurt people, take what they want without caring about anyone else?”
“Well, not all of us. Like I said earlier, we’re not like our parents. Yes, our kingdom has a scary name and we’re not as strict about… Much of anything, but we’re not truly evil. We just value self autonomy in a way that makes people like your parents mad. Makes ‘em feel threatened, realizing we've wormed our way out of their grip.” Xe looked out the window. “Admittedly, the shoddy infrastructure is a byproduct of Maleficent’s rule.” 
She pondered xyr words, looking back at xem with wide eyes. “You… You really are trying to help us.” 
“That’s the idea. But we can’t help you if you don’t accept it.” 
She stood in silence for a few moments. “... I want to talk to Mal. I want her to know I chose being a VK over being some perfect prissy princess.”
A pleased smile spread across Azalea’s face, eyes slightly narrowed. "That's all I needed to hear. I'll let her know to expect you."
Xe returned to the couch, plunking down as xe retrieved another cigarette.
“So, what am I supposed to do now?” 
"You, my dear, can do whatever you like. Go, stay, it's up to you. But remember, in the Kingdom of Malice, one's fate is up to the individual, not anyone else."
Azalea lit the cigarette in xyr hand, studying the sunset as he put it to xyr lips. Aricka just stood for a moment, contemplating what she had learned. Turning to leave, the new perspective of her childhood was unfurling in her mind, memories replaying as she pieced together the reality of it all. 
Perhaps those in the Kingdom of Malice weren’t so malicious after all. 
Perhaps those on the Isle of The Fallen, the ones who were framed as the benevolent heroes, weren’t as picture perfect as they made themselves out to be.
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kittyandco · 1 year
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If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?
For any one you want to answer for-! ( @aricka-and-her-fictional-others )
thank you!!! 🥺
so my mind goes to my frozen s/i immediately! she was born a princess, but like hans she never had much actual power. she's always seen her role as pretty useless, so she would abandon her responsibilities pretty often. but she wanted to keep her family satisfied enough with her... it wasn't until she got older and was ready to leave it all behind that she began to really speak her mind and act on her own accord. (at the expense of her betrothal to hans, too.)
eventually she's promoted to queen thanks to hans, but again... this is his operation, not hers. all she wanted was a life with him, everything else was secondary. she wants to be a good leader, she cares about others generally (unlike hans) but her desires aren't so selfless... like hans, she's in it for personal satisfaction, which is a lasting love with hans. it doesn't benefit their people at all. i don't think hans is like some cartoonishly tyrannical king, but his moral compass is a bit wonky, and his only example was his father, who oversaw a lot of questionable operations in the southern isles. like in canon, his schemes are just that: sly and underhanded. bring his victims in, gain their trust, and pull the rug out from under them (hot 😻)
still, i believe that hans swore long ago that he would never become like his father or his brothers; he wanted to be better. in his mind, this doesn't mean ethically better, but doing the exact same things his father would do is in bad taste to him. reminds him too much of that era of his life, and i remind him of that. i don't want to be reminded of it either
UNLESS he legitimately believes it's justified. and again, he mainly wanted this position because of the pain related to his family. he wants to upstage them, he wants to overcome them. so i think he makes very brash decisions toward the southern isles to punish them. he also finesses other kingdoms that we make alliances with to build our wealth and influence (mostly as an ego trip).
on the other hand, kitty is fine with her royalty now because she has hans, no strings attached, no gods or masters. she just wanted him... and a little bit of freedom. i'm sure she would try to guide hans' decisions, and he does respect her perspective. but he's had this grand idea in his head for years. it will take a bit of convincing.
anyway, the people of arendelle like me a lot! they see me as quiet, but intelligent. "lovely" is the word they usually use. and that i'm a great fit for hans. very loyal to him. also, they are fully convinced that hans did the right thing, given that he bolstered the idea of elsa's malevolent witchcraft being a lasting threat to them. she wasn't fit to be their queen, and he had already gained their trust while anna went to look for her before. he's charming and attentive to everyone (except perhaps certain officials where he has to stand his ground and maintain a stoic character). they remember him out there helping them while their kingdom froze, and now, likely forever grateful and seeing him as a legendary figure, they believe that he saved them from an eternal winter --
༓・*.☽25 OC QUESTIONS☾.*・༓
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squips-ship · 3 years
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aw man congrats on the engagement !! that rocks and we love that for u !!
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@aricka-and-her-fictional-others / @ariesselfships / @littlegreeklover / @blackbirdcrime
BIG FRIEND APPRECIATION POST!!! 🥺💖💕
i’m SO SO SO GLAD to see you’re all so happy for this engagement as i am!!! and i’m glad you’ve all been so supportive of my incoherent concert yelling the past few days… I know i’ve been clowning highly immensely (lighthearted half joking) but if you’ve really been enjoying it i’m SO GLAD i’ve been sharing all this with you!!! thankyou all so much!! 😭💖💞💕
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mariposalass · 4 years
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Day after the Con - What are you and your F/Os like when you’re tired? Are you cuddly or do you tend to sleep on your own side of the bed with no touching?
Aw yeah, Philip gush time!
Me and Philip will be poofed and can be sluggish at times. We would love to sleep on our own sides of the bed (like my RL parents do) as not to disturb each other, except that we are currently sleeping in different bedrooms in our house at the moment. Whoops!
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rose-wine-selfships · 3 years
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hello! when you get this ask, list 5 things that make you happy and pass this on to the last 10 people that reblogged/liked something on your blog. : )
Thanks for asking me @domithehuman ! That’s really sweet of you to do so. I’ll answer your question on my own post, thanks! 🙏💕
Here’s what officially makes me happy nowadays! 🥰🥰🥰
1. My friends and mutuals ☺️💖☺️
2. My irl boyfriend 💖💘
3. My F/Os 💖💖💖
4. Sailor Moon (90s animated) 🌙✨
5. Lovecore aesthetics 💓💝💘💕💖
I’ll tag @alphaofdarkness @allhailknifeprincess @i-would-rather-be-a-fairy @nougatships @aricka-and-her-fictional-others @tales-of-fluri @cinnabonsweetness @bubblegum-snowdrop @crystalrainwish @child-of-the-nighttime-stars to do this if they want to! Love you all! 😘💕🌹🍷✨
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rosieshipper · 2 years
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Dearest friend of Aricka and Killian,
Well; once again my sister has found her True Love. And it lay in the hands of Killian Jones, or as many know him as, Captain Hook.
Yesterday (October 28), as you all know he surprised her with a picnic proposal on the Jolly Roger; and she answered with an resounding yes!
The wedding is set for November 22, with guests being seating at 6.
The theme is, “A pirate’s life for me”,- dress like you are in a pirate movie/dress like a famous movie pirate. Or typical wedding attire will suffice- the couple doesn’t want anyone to be uncomfortable.
The ceremony will begin promptly at 6:30 P.M., Aricka being walked down the aisle by her brother David Nolan-Charming and sister Regina Mills.
The reception will begin at 8:30, with the bridal party entering then.
The couple will be sent off with sparklers as they make their way to a carriage that will transport them to their honeymoon.
Please RSVP before or by November 15, do so in replying to this ask or DM-ing Aricka to inform her of your attendance!
Thank you for reading this invitation and let’s make their day a magical one!
Her Royal Majesty of the United Realms,
Regina Mills, the Good Queen, Mayor of Storybrooke.
Rose: Yes! Another wedding to attend! Wanda! We better get the dresses dry cleaned! Congratulations on the wedding you guys!!
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disneymarina · 2 years
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Dearest friend of Aricka and Killian,
Well; once again my sister has found her True Love. And it lay in the hands of Killian Jones, or as many know him as, Captain Hook.
Yesterday (October 28), as you all know he surprised her with a picnic proposal on the Jolly Roger; and she answered with an resounding yes!
The wedding is set for November 22, with guests being seated at 6.
The theme is, “A pirate’s life for me”,- dress like you are in a pirate movie/dress like a famous movie pirate. Or typical wedding attire will suffice- the couple doesn’t want anyone to be uncomfortable.
The ceremony will begin promptly at 6:30 P.M., Aricka being walked down the aisle by her brother David Nolan-Charming and sister Regina Mills.
The reception will begin at 8:30, with the bridal party entering then.
The couple will be sent off with sparklers as they make their way to a carriage that will transport them to their honeymoon.
Please RSVP before or by November 15, do so in replying to this ask or DM-ing Aricka to inform her of your attendance!
Thank you for reading this invitation and let’s make their day a magical one!
Her Royal Majesty of the United Realms,
Regina Mills, the Good Queen, Mayor of Storybrooke.
Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wedding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! good job @logical-princey :D
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mischief-pixie · 4 years
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f/o takeover
For the next few hours all asks will be answered my F/Os:
Pink equals romantic, orange is familial
Jack Harkness
Clara Oswald
Armitage Hux
Sherlock Holmes
Thranduil
Aaravos
Sam Winchester
Dean Winchester
Send asks!!
Tags:
@aricka-and-her-fictional-others
@existencialvoidofexistence
@sappy-secrets
@ollies-love-corner
@mouseinthemidnight
@kitten-ships
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hyperionshipping · 4 years
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Mutual Hate
A/N: Like I said, at this point I am posting this 'cause I just don't care!
@aricka-and-her-fictional-others (as you asked)
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Kitten. That was the one that got under his skin more than anything. Jack didn't even use it that often but when he did it had Tricks clenching his hands into fists and his eyes glaring daggers as if Jack would see. And to an extent, he could. He knew it got under Tricks' skin — it was why he used it more than anything else. And Tricks tried to get him back, “Jacky, Jacks, Jack-in-the-box, Jackyboy.” but none seemed to bother him. All it did was fuel his ego.
“It’s cute for you to try Kitten, but you’re just not gonna find somethin’ to make me mad. I got more pressing issues than a nickname bugging me.” Jack said, feet propped up on his desk.
“Like what huh? Tryin’ to kill the new vault hunters? And I don’t believe you. There’s gotta be one.”
“Oh keep tryin’, it’s honestly pretty entertaining.” he chuckled, smirking. Another string of curses left Tricks’ mouth and Jack listened to the connection cut out for a moment on Tricks’ end. “That’s karma for being so rude. Didn’t your mommie teach you any better?”
“That’s karma,” Tricks parroted back in an annoying voice. “Can it. Don’t you ever shut up? Could I pay you too? Jack, lemme pay you to shut up yea? Like, 100 per hour?”
“You wish, don’t you Tricks? You know, I’m pretty much your boss an’ yet you still have a mouth.” Jack could tell just from the quick silence on Tricks’ end he’d just pissed him off more.
“You? My boss? B-o-s-s? No fuckin’ way. You wish Jackyboy. I should have shot you when I had the chance. I’ve done work for ya. Done work for more people than I can cou-”
“Blah, blah, blah, blah! Keep telling yourself that Kitten. What’ve your last jobs been hmm? Did you forget? Workin’ around all those bandits down there mess with you?” Jack slammed his hands against his desk, the sound was loud enough to make Tricks jump. “Cause it’s me! And you know deep down in that dirty little heart of yours it’s always gonna be me.” he laughed again. “So I'd just give it up.” Tricks bit his lip, playing with his knife.
Jack was right. For all the bullshit Tricks went through, Jack paid. In more ways than one. Whether it was money or a favor, or that gun he really liked. The other people he'd worked for didn't. And even if they did more often than not Tricks lost money doing the jobs. Ammo cost and when the job oh so happened to turn sour because a group of bandits were also there to try to get something his client wanted it was hell. He sighed, putting the knife down.
“You're right Jack,” he'd been backed into the corner, “that doesn't mean I answer to you though. And don't forget that. I might work for you sure, but I'm not a Hyperion worker, I'm on my own.”
“Oh, keep tellin' yourself that. It's cute! 'Cause we both know if something goes wrong you'd call on me.”
“If I 'call on you' it's gonna be 'cause I'm finally takin' you down not because I got in a little trouble. Did you forget I'm the one down here more often? I'm not a helpless little kid Jack. Now, unlike you, I have a job to do. What a good talk.” The ending line came out very sarcastic as Tricks put his echo device on his side. Jack stopped leaning back in his chair, huffing.
“Always gonna have a fuckin' mouth. No respect for what I do.”
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Always be my little girl- Part One
(Aricka “Little A/Mini-Mav/Lucky Charm” Mitchell and Pete Mitchell)
(Pete meets his daughter for the first time)
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Gotta hold on easy as I let you go.
Gonna tell you how much I love you, though you think you already know…
Pete stood in the crowded terminal of the airport, waiting for something- for someone- he never expected he’d be waiting for.
Today was the day that he became a dad, officially.
Two months ago, his on again/off again partner, Charlie Blackwood, called him late at night, saying he was the father of twins-!- and that she was signing over custody of their daughter- his daughter. A little girl. She said her name was Aricka; after his twin; and that Pete deserved to raise one of his children and that Aricka was his miniature in every way.
But he knew that Charlie had never wanted a daughter. She’d always wanted a son. This was her way of giving her to someone else who could raise her. Someone who’d always wanted a daughter.
He had a picture of her with him, held tightly in his hand along with a pink stuffed bear, his first gift for his kid. The picture showed two blonde haired children, a little boy with Charlie’s grin and facial features, and he had Pete’s same colored eyes and a protective grip on his twin-which made him smile- and then he saw his daughter. She was blonde, yes, but her eyes were definitely his- green with blue specks. And her smile was his, too. There was no denying that she had the same mischievous, “up to absolutely no good,” smile as he had.
She really was his mini-me.
His twin walked over to him then; looped her arm through his. “You look like you’re about to vibrate outta your skin, Pete,” she says. “Take a deep breath. The plane just landed. I’m sure wrangling two toddlers is difficult for anyone. Including Charlie.”
“I’ve missed four years of her life already, Ricki,” he says. “She doesn’t even know me yet. What if- what if she doesn’t like me?”
Ricki makes a tsking noise, “now that isn’t the overconfident “all ladies love me,” Pete I know and love.” She moves to stand in front of him. “She’s your daughter. How can she not love you already? I’m sure Charlie’s told her all about you. I’m betting she already adores you. And she hasn’t even seen you yet.”
I remember I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm.
You've had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born…
Just then he saw a flash of blonde hair in the crowd. “We’re about to find out,” he says, and waves so Charlie could make her way over to him.
She was holding their son- Jeremy- on her hip, and had a firm grasp on the hand of someone else- and that’s when he saw her.
Aricka Mitchell. His little girl. She was wearing a floral print blouse under a pair of pink overalls, and had a pair of pink and white converse high tops on. Her hair was secured in two ponytails with pink bows on either side of her head.
Pete thought she was the most angelic creature he’d ever seen. “Hi, Charlie,” he says, unable to look away from his kid- his daughter, who was staring up at him like he was the coolest thing she’d ever seen.
“Pete. I’d like to introduce you to your daughter- Aricka Mitchell.” Ricki gasped softly and it was then Pete remembered he hadn’t exactly told his twin the name of her niece.
Oops.
He kneels down, makes eye contact with his daughter, who looked very unsure but very curious at the same time. “Hi Aricka,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you.” No answer. “Do you like stuffed animals? I saw this guy in the toy store and thought he’d be a good friend for you.” He holds the bear out. Watches.
Waits.
The four year old looks up at Charlie, who nods expectantly. Little Aricka looks back at him, and takes a step forward. Touches the soft satin bow around the neck of the bear.
Then two tiny hands snatch the toy from his grip and pulls it back towards her like she was afraid he’d take it back. She hugs the bear close, probably noticing like he had that it smelled faintly like strawberries. Little green eyes meet his, and stare right through him it seemed.
You're beautiful baby from the outside in.
Chase your dreams but always know the road that'll lead you home again….
With two steps, she was in his space, little arms wrapping around his neck and her little head resting on his shoulder, and instinctively, he held her close. “Daddy?” She whispered, and with one word, Pete was irrevocably tied to the little girl in his arms. He knew in that moment, the rest of his life would be devoted to her safety, well being and happiness.
He would be the best parent ever for the little girl he was holding currently.
Go on, take on this whole world.
But to me you know you'll always be, my little girl.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered, face pressing into a tiny shoulder, breathing in her baby-scent. “It’s me. It’s daddy. I’ve got you.”
With those words, his daughter relaxes and sighs, snuggling even closer to his warmth. “My daddy,” she says happily.
My little girl, Pete thinks. Always my little girl.
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astralshipper · 4 years
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity! 💖 (no pressure if you don’t wanna though!!)
:D thank u Aricka!! Gonna try to do some things I haven’t answered for this before!
1. Dragons!!
2. Rlly soft blankets
3. Cryptids! And mythology and stuff, learning abt different lore and all that is so fun
4. Harry Potter world in Orlando!
5. Horseback riding bc I was a Horse Girl in middle school
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letsgofoletsgo · 11 months
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Cinderella Snapped
This fic takes place in @arickaandherfictionalothers‘s Reverse!Descendants au, specifically my version that includes Azalea. This was inspired by the structure of her song fics, so I wanted to try one of my own. I hope I did it justice!
Also, I made a version without the song if you want to read that
💚🍎🖤🍎💚🍎🖤🍎💚🍎🖤🍎💚
Upon cresting the stairs, Aricka peered around the corner cautiously. A dark, decrepit hallway expanded before her, the wallpaper peeling and floorboards splitting. A musty scent lingered in the air, as many of the windows had been boarded up in a crude fashion. The only light that entered was through small cracks that were scattered along the walls and ceiling. 
Aricka stepped into the hall, wincing as the floor creaked under her feet. Aricka treaded carefully along the hall, unable to shake the uneasy feeling welling in her stomach. Her eyes darted around, scanning her surroundings for any sign of danger. The silence was almost deafening, her own heart and stuttering breaths ringing in her ears. Eventually, she approached the door at the end of the hall. Stopping in front of it, she paused before she entered. Debating with herself at this final passage, only her own speculation aiding her at what awaited her on the other side. Taking a breath and gathering her courage, Aricka placed her hand on the knob, opening the door. 
She was greeted with a somewhat small room, a table with three banged up chairs on her left, and what appeared to be the remains of a counter and some cabinets on her right. On the far side of the room was a dingy coffee table, above it an open window. Next to it was a couch, threadbare and stained; with Azalea lounging on it. 
“‘Bout time you got here.” Xe said.
“Azalea, what is this place?” Aricka asked. 
Xe took a drag of the cigarette in xyr hand, the sunlight illuminating the smoke. “It’s my own little corner of town. Place’s been run down for years, so I figured it was a perfect spot.” 
“But… Mal lets you live in the castle, why would you want to come here?” 
“Sometimes a guy just wants to smoke a cig in peace.” Xe shrugged. “Look, I know it's a bit different than the luxury rooms and king sized beds you bunch are used to, but having a hidey hole can be beneficial in more ways than you think.” 
“Okay…” she stepped closer to xem, taking in the room. “So then, why did you ask me to come here?” 
“As you might’ve guessed, I don’t bring people up here too often.” Azalea flicked xyr cigarette into the ashtray sitting on the coffee table. “But, I figured this would be a good place to talk.” 
“Talk?” Aricka turned to xem. “I thought you were going to teach me more about how to be a villain?” 
“Oh, I still intend to teach you. But you’re already familiar with what I have in mind.” Xe rose from the couch, slowly approaching her. 
She raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The thing is Aricka, you’ve done well in our time together. You don’t learn the ways of these streets overnight, but you’ve picked it up fast enough. However, you still have one flaw.” 
Xe was a few feet away from her, emerald eyes glaring daggers. 
“You still hold back. You’ve yet to truly break free” 
“What? But, I’ve done everything you’ve told me- you said yourself that I’ve been doing well!” 
“And you have been. But you ever stop and wonder why I’m doing this for you? Why Mal brought you all to the Kingdom of Malice?” 
Aricka couldn’t bring herself to answer, almost dreading what Azalea was to say. 
“Because the world that your parents made isn’t the happily ever after they had you think it was.” 
“It’s not- What are you talking about?” 
“Your gaggle may not realize it, but we’re doing you all a favor. We’re helping you see the potential that your parents locked away in a golden prison.”
“But your parents were the villains, they were the ones to take over!” 
“And your parents force you to be their prim, proper puppets.” Azalea almost snarled the last word. “They dress you up in what they want you to wear, and marry you off to whoever would benefit them.” 
Aricka froze. What xe described, this fake fantasy that everyone was happy after the fairy tale, but was just propping up a ruse to save face, 
That was her life back home.
“How… How could you know what life was like for us?” 
“Because it's the same story every time. The guy gets the girl, all the problems fade away, and they ride off into the sunset together.” Xe began pacing around the room, hands gesturing to his description. “Sounds nice for the ending of a storybook, but if you want anything outside of this ‘perfect’ little status quo they invented, it's out of the question.” 
“The isle may have been stifling, but it was safe. We had no other choice.” 
"Maybe so. But has it ever occurred to you that the ones keeping you safe weren't so perfect themselves? Have you ever truly taken a look in that mirror you praise, to see the ruse your parents puppet you with? They don’t consider anything beyond their fairytale happy endings that they’ve been blinded by, because to them, that’s all there is. To them, that’s all your life ever will be.” 
“But… Why would you care what happens to us? Why go through all this trouble just for the AKs?” 
Azalea turned to her. “Because we’re not like our parents.”
Confusion returned to Aricka’s face. “But- you still have the barrier up around the isle.” 
“I can’t control what Mal does; but I can control what I do. I can control what I wear, who I love, what I do. I can control my life, Aricka, and so can everyone else. That’s what we claimed for ourselves, that’s what this kingdom stands for. Our lives aren’t defined by a storybook, and yours shouldn’t be either.”
Aricka’s mind was racing, everything Azalea said made sense, but how could it be true?
“It’s just… My life used to seem so perfect when I was younger… We were the heroes of the story, we were supposed to be the ones with the happy ending!” 
Azalea chuckled. “Oh princess, you still don’t get it, do you?” 
With a snap of xyr fingers, xyr emerald necklace began to glow, and the room suddenly faded to black. Aricka looked around frantically, trying to find Azalea who had disappeared without a trace. 
“Once upon a time there was a princess
Waiting for a boy to give back her shoe
Suck it in, suck it in, be a wife in a blue dress
The prettiest piece of property the land ever knew”
Turning around, a glowing green figure stood behind her. It looked like a young prince, initially smiling warmly at her- until she found herself yanked around by him, a green collar appearing around her neck as he tugged her along. 
“She waited and she waited for the guy to show
But she didn't know that after midnight
He was busy in her stepsister's bed
So Cinderelly said, ‘Plot twist’"
The prince and collar disappeared, a trail of magic twisting in their wake. Aricka then saw him reappearing in front of Azalea, the two nearly leaning in for a kiss until xe whisked him away.
“I don't need no prince to save me
I'm a goddamn CEO
Don't call me "Baby", equal pay me
Snow White said you tried to kiss her
So I'll just buy a new glass slipper and,”
Throwing an outstretched arm into the air, Azalea conjured a storm of magic around the two of them. Green-tinted fires of xyr fury encircled them, receding briefly to show Snow White in a similar luminous fashion to the prince from earlier, then to Azalea holding a fake slipper.  
“Burn your castle down
And kids, that's how Cinderella snapped”
The fire returned, now engulfing the scorched remains of a castle. Azalea stood by Aricka as they witnessed the blaze, before snapping xyr fingers and quelling the fire. 
“When the smoke cleared, every girl in the whole land
Woke the fuck up and started making demands”
Azalea reappeared from the smokescreen, smirking at Aricka as xe raised a finger, channeling magic around xem. 
“Rapunzel shaved their head so there was nothin' to climb on
Jasmine made out with Mulan
Sleeping Beauty sued the dude who kissed her while she was asleep
And Ariel was confident without any feet
Tiana went and got a biomedical degree”
As xe walked, xyr magic depicted the princesses xe described. 
“And Beauty realized that she was the Beast”
Now staring at Aricka, xyr eyes seemed sharp and foreboding, almost in an otherworldly manner.
“I don't need no prince to save me
I'm a goddamn CEO
Don't call me "Baby", equal pay me
Snow White said you tried to kiss her
So I'll just buy a new glass slipper and
Burn your castle down
And kids, that's how Cinderella snapped”
Similar to before, Azalea lit a blaze around them, the flames echoing the rage in xyr voice- before it faded to black once again.
He said, "Cindy, sweetie, don't be so emotional
You're always so emotional
It's fine to be controllable"
The prince from earlier reappeared, talking down to Aricka with a condescending smile, before he revealed himself to be Azalea in disguise. 
“If I'm emotional, that'd be the reason for you to address me
While you're on your knees in the scary event
That I get too emotional during your trial
So watch how you're speaking”
Xe then began walking towards her, staring her down like a predator circling in its prey.
“'Cause while you were sleeping around every weekend
And using your power to pray on the weakest”
Just a few feet from her, xe showed various scenes of higher ups abusing their power, taking the wealth for themselves and leaving those poorer to a cruel fate. 
“I studied your own legislation all season
And last I checked, cheating is treason”
Almost as if planned, Azalea looked to Aricka and smirked; it seemed the message had finally gone through. 
“I don't need no prince to save me
I'm a royal CEO
Don't call me "Baby", equal pay me”
Now Aricka was the one singing her dismay, Azalea’s green flames following her in her wake. 
“Snow White said you tried to kiss her
So I'll just buy a new glass slipper and”
Surrounded by xyr fires, Azalea had a wild grin as xe followed Aricka in their shared fiery destruction. 
“Burn your castle down
And kids, that's how Cinderella snapped”
Regaining herself, Aricka found herself in a brief dance with Azalea, ending with xem dipping her as xe stared triumphantly back. 
Returning to the abandoned room and breaking away from xyr grip, Aricka stared blankly, trying to process the whirlwind of thoughts in her head. Azalea watched her. 
“Now do you get it? This is why we brought you here, to free you from their grip. In this town, we can be whoever we want to be, and it starts by stepping out of the image our parents forced us into. It starts with us."
She bites her lip, hard enough to bleed. “I still have a sister back on the isle. Alexandra. She needs us. Chad and I. Otherwise she’s doomed. I can’t let my mother-!” 
Aricka seemed in disbelief of the words coming from her own mouth, heart sinking upon the realization.
“Azalea, I can’t let Alexa be trapped in that stuffy life.”
Xyr lips curved into the hint of a smirk. “Exactly.”
“But I can’t- I can’t be evil. I can’t kill someone. I can’t make- I can’t purposely hurt someone.” She sputtered. “That’s not who I am.”
"Then don't be. We're trying to break you out of a death grip that's been around your neck your whole life, not force you into another one."
This seemed to puzzle Aricka. “Isn’t that what villains do? Hurt people, take what they want without caring about anyone else?”
“Well, not all of us. Like I said earlier, we’re not like our parents. Yes, our kingdom has a scary name and we’re not as strict about… Much of anything, but we’re not truly evil. We just value self autonomy in a way that makes people like your parents mad. Makes ‘em feel threatened, realizing we've wormed our way out of their grip.” Xe looked out the window. “Admittedly, the shoddy infrastructure is a byproduct of Maleficent’s rule.” 
She pondered xyr words, looking back at xem with wide eyes. “You… You really are trying to help us.” 
“That’s the idea. But we can’t help you if you don’t accept it.” 
She stood in silence for a few moments. “... I want to talk to Mal. I want her to know I chose being a VK over being some perfect prissy princess.”
A pleased smile spread across Azalea’s face, eyes slightly narrowed. "That's all I needed to hear. I'll let her know to expect you."
Xe returned to the couch, plunking down as xe retrieved another cigarette.
“So, what am I supposed to do now?” 
"You, my dear, can do whatever you like. Go, stay, it's up to you. But remember, in the Kingdom of Malice, one's fate is up to the individual, not anyone else."
Azalea lit the cigarette in xyr hand, studying the sunset as he put it to xyr lips. Aricka just stood for a moment, contemplating what she had learned. Turning to leave, the new perspective of her childhood was unfurling in her mind, memories replaying as she pieced together the reality of it all. 
Perhaps those in the Kingdom of Malice weren’t so malicious after all. 
Perhaps those on the Isle of The Fallen, the ones who were framed as the benevolent heroes, weren’t as picture perfect as they made themselves out to be.
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Hi! Could I have a Marvel ship? My name is Aricka. I'm 5"4", brown hair, blue eyes. I love to read, act, sing, dance, and sketch! I'm very affectionate and cuddly, and love learning new things! I also love to explore new places and cultures!
Hello my dear! Sorry this took so long for me to answer, anyways! I hope you enjoy it!
I ship you with!
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Our local Art Nerd! As we all know, Loki has a penchant for most things involving in the art. The two of you frequently attend dates to various shows and performances that span through out the galaxy. Ever since *ahem* acquiring the tesseract the exploration of of the galaxy seems to be endless and enjoyable. It is also no secret that Loki requires a lot of attention, so he absolutely loves the affection and cuddles you give him on the regular. He is definitly a secret soft boy and loves being the little spoon and having you run your fingers through his hair while the two of you discuss the Skrull ballet you recently attended.
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