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kindestegg · 1 year

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Platinum Bones Week: Day 6!!! WE ARE ALMOST THERE!! AAAAAAAH!!

This one is "Reconciliation"! Following the teenage King and Collector series, Collector's looking after some school kids who came over for a field trip at the Archives, but they have some... awkward questions. I'll admit, this one's pretty short and sweet, I've been running outta gas over here!

"And here..." Collector tapped the display glass case lightly. "Is a remnant of Emperor Belos' portal door, prior only to the current one we have today!"

The children had their eyes dutifully following wherever he pointed, and gave a cry of awe while staring at the broken off archway with a wing-like design.

"He kept this hidden from pretty much all of the Isles, however eye witnesses and engineers who worked on the portal have given detail on its creation and development." Collector paced around a bit, then put a hand to their chest. "One of such being yours truly."

"My daddy told me you were friends with him!" One of the demons, a little spider girl, raised a hand.

"Uh, yeah, but-" Collector tried to explain himself, but was cut off again.

"No, no, they exploded him!" A many horned goat demon corrected.

"Ah, that's true!" Collector nodded.

"Yeah but they took over the Isles and made a big mess anyway, that's what my big sister said!" The spider girl continued.

"And I'm very sorry for that." They put their hands on their knees and leaned over slightly, eyes shut and giving a little smile, trying to seem passive. "But on the plus side, I'm here to teach everyone about what you missed out on now, and everything's okay!"

"My mom says you're a monster." A third child, a witchling with puffy hair covering their eyes chimed in.

"... where is your teacher?" Collector wondered aloud as he stared at the group of children brought in for a field trip at the Archives.

"Collector!" King broke the ice by running into the room calling for him. "Hey buddy! You willing to trade a non duplicate rare plush for something you might want?"

Collector immediately beamed, and turned to King. "Depends. What is it?"

"Feast your eyes on this!" King raised up a a small toy donkey, one that had bright pastel colors, rainbow hair and an ornate saddle even. "An authentic 1985 Fancy Prancer Rose Bouquet!"

"Whaaat!!!" Collector yelled, eyes sparkling, pigtails flying in the air as they rushed to look at the toy King had presented. "She's so beautiful! How did you get her?!"

"Luz actually found her at a garage sale. Family didn't know what they had." King shrugged. "Y'know she's more of a Tiny Biomes person so she thought of giving it to you."

"And your first thought was to instead use it to get a rare trade out of me." Collector put their hands on their hips, shaking their head, though their grin showed some sportsmanship. "I'd be mad if I didn't find it so cute when you show your bad boy side."

King held Rose Bouquet close to his chest. "You're still trading me though, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, you big dummy." Collector playfully hit him on his shoulder.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but, you're King, right?" One of the kids finally broke the stunned silence they had all fallen into, going up to the titan's tail and tugging it lightly.

"Hm?" The titan hummed, turning to the child. "Yes I am, what's up?"

"You're the last titan." The child looked up at him with awe. "And a hero! What's it like?"

"Oh, well, it's uh... interesting?" King wasn't sure how to answer, awkwardly giving a smile. "Those two things are uh, well they feel pretty different."

"Hey, aren't you two supposed to hate each other?" The spider girl asked, pointing to both King and Collector.

The two teenagers eyed each other for a second.

"Heh, that's funny you say that, King is my best friend." Collector spoke with an awkward brsak in his voice.

"But collectors hunted titans! You can say that all you want but I bet he only says he likes you because he's scared of you!" The goat demon stomped their hoof.

"Ah, uhm." Collector averted his gaze, tugging on his pigtail slightly, looking pretty uncomfortable. "Well, it's not... like that, I mean, if he didn't want to, I mean, I wouldn't force him..."

King let out a scoff and abruptly put his arm around Collector, pulling him close. "Well that's where you're wrong, because I do want to be Colly's best friend."

Collector didn't say anything, but looked up at him and gave him a little smile.

"And besides." King turned his snout up with pride. "You forget how strong titans are! There's a reason titans went toe to toe with collectors! Our magic is so strong we can cancel out their magic, and my dad was responsible for imprisoning Collector once!"

That got all the kids to gasp in awe again.

"Ohhhh, I get it! So if he tries anything you can totally fight back!" The spider girl made a motion of punching the air.

"Mmmyeah, but I'd rather not, I trust Colly to behave." King smiled slightly and tucked his snout under Collector's chin affectionately, giving a nuzzle.

Collector held his horns in response and gave a mischievous grin. "Yeah but what if I wanna play fight?"

King grinned and growled playfully, tail wagging. "Right here? You better have reinforced those display cases!"

"Hey, what about our tour?" One of the kids protested, reminding the two they were still there.

"You still wanna take care of those kids?" King asked Collector. "Where'd their teacher go anyway?"

"Maybe we can look for them together!" Collector held King's paws. "I know they're a bit blunt, but I know what it's like to be a kid who annoys others."

"Yeah, me too." King looked down and gave an awkward little smile.

"Hey, we're still right here!" The goat kid called.

Collector gave a little laugh. "Alright, alright, let's go find your teacher."

They offered their hands to each be held by a kid and walked on, the others also following them.

#the owl house #the collector #king clawthorne #toh collector #platinum bones #toh fanfic #art #Commander's orders

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burdened-boy · 4 months

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List your top 10 favorite films in whatever order you like, but explain your very favorite! Pass this on to whomever you want to learn more about them! Have a good day!

@archerwhiterp

ok this is going to be a doozy

blade runner 2049. there's a lot of dialogue on the internet about this movie, and it gets caught up in the whole incel thing...which is unfortunate because 2049 is a gorgeous movie. it's very long, the plot moves very slow, and there are admittedly boring parts, but you could literally screenshot any frame of this movie and set it as your wallpaper. its beauty for beauty's sake, and i love that so much. it swallows you. if you don't mind slow burn movies, i cannot stress enough that 2049 is worth the time. oh my GODDD THE SOUNDTRACK!!!!

mad max: fury road. this shit rules. if you know me, you know i am obsessed with cars, and if you watch it, you'll at least understand why people like me love them. fury road is chaos incarnate. like, this movie is fucking nuts. i'm struggling to type this portion right now because even thinking about it activates my monkey brain. it's fire and speed and steel and gasoline. it's heavy metal blasting out in the desert. it's driving an armored semi truck into a tornado, and throwing exploding spears at anyone who tries to stop you. witness me.

the good old original star wars (a new hope). i'm a closeted star wars fan, though i haven't engaged with it much lately. a new hope is such a refreshing movie to watch; i love it so much because of how genuine it is. yeah, by 2023 standards it's cheesy, but who cares? corniness is only bad if it's in bad faith. i don't hate disney star wars (ROTJ is actually my fav of the sequels) but a literal giant evil corporation cannot match the fun of a new hope.

(these next ones aren't in order, they just bang around in my head like those little toy lawnmowers toddlers push around with the balls inside them)

original robocop. ACAB, except robocop. i need to rewatch this one, because it would probably unseat a new hope.

the fifth element. incredible story behind this movie's development.

dunkirk. rarely-told story from wwii, with another banger soundtrack.

1917. the great war doesn't have as many movies made about it, so seeing this was fascinating, but deeply sobering.

metropolis. the first cyberpunk movie! hi Spoons lol

isle of dogs. oh my god, a quirky movie about dogs. it looks like it was made with stop motion. sold.

a town called panic. it's french. it's actual stop motion. it's really fucking weird and silly. truly never a dull moment in this goofy ass flick from the early 2000s. what a treat. HIGHLY reccomend

#ooc #inbox #archerwhiterp #ask meme #thank you!

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numericalbridge · 7 months

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Title: At the Precipice (The Rot AU)

Fandom: The Owl House

Rating: G (briefly mentioned and implied character deaths)

Word count: 2464

Characters: various

Summary:

On the Isles plagued with the Rot fourteen-year old Darius spends his morning battling with anxiety and worrying about his relationship with his father, until the routine is interrupted by the arrival of an unusual visitor.

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In the dream he was running from the Rot. The putrid grayish-green waves threatened to choke out the whole world. He ran until he stumbled and fell to his knees, wheezing. And that’s when the Emperor appeared, the golden cloak billowing in the wind, the mask bright and cold. Radiant light swirled around the jagged staff, and even the Rot retreated before its purifying glory.

Relief washed over the boy, but then the Emperor turned round to face him. Pinkish flood was running down the mask from the empty eye sockets, like tears or blood…

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Darius woke up in his bed, gasping for air, pressing his hands to his chest. The pale morning light fell through the narrow windows of his room. At the foot of his bed the palismen stirred and murmured. A peahen and a horned crayfish he’d been fostering at Daddy’s insistence. Darius gently swung his feet to the floor, careful not to disturb them any more. He tried to steady his breath.

“A bad dream,” he whispered apologetically to the critters.

He slid his feet under the purple carpet and wiggled his toes. The anxiety was building up. He slid his feet out.

From the heavy dressing table near the bed the new doll stared at him with dead green eyes. Another present from his father. Darius sighed. He had heaps of toys, all kinds of them: cloth and plush, wooden and ceramic, many of them custom-made... most of them purple creatures with blank green eyes. On the shelves and on the windowsills, on the chair and on the dressing table. Rows and rows and rows of them, threatening to take over his small room.

Darius hesitated, then reached for his scroll. Another village on the Southern Condyle had to be evacuated because of the Rot. No fatalities. A band of robber wild witches attacked a military outpost near Bonesborough. A convoy was looted. The restorations of St. Epiderm’s facade were going on well.

Darius patted the palismen on their heads and opened the chat for the Hexside drama club that Raine had recommended to him – the kids were nice, and chatting with them was always fun. Smiling a little, he reread their conversations from previous days. But this morning nobody seemed to be awake just yet.

He put away the scroll.

Careful not to step on the toys that didn’t fit on the shelves or anywhere else in the room, he prepared water and some fruit for the palismen. He wasn’t sure whether the creatures actually needed the food, but they seemed to enjoy playing with it. Their bowls were purple, of course.

He went through the motions of his morning routine. Today was his free day, and he had no classes or training, and so he could take his time.

He carefully chose the outfit for the day. Nothing flashy, but, after studying his reflection in the mirror, he decided he looked good. The frame of the mirror was purple too.

He applied one of the fashionable liquid concealment stones – the product of a rare frivolous collaboration between the Healing and the Illusion Covens – to dye his hair. Now his locs were almost the same colour as his eyes. Cool. He used the stones often, and the effect was always striking.

He whistled while making his bed. The bedclothes, the silken pillows, the quilt – everything was purple. Daddy had assured him over and over again that he could choose any colour he liked, but Darius could tell what Daddy really expected him to pick. But it’s not a big deal, not really.

After saying goodbye to the palismen Darius left his room.

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The corridors of the Castle were quiet at this time of the morning, and when you looked out of the tall narrow windows you couldn’t see the Rot anywhere. Darius paused briefly, imagining the Golden Guard, in full regalia, saving the common folk and vanquishing the Emperor’s enemies. What would it feel like to be out there? It was foolish to daydream about it, of course. The Rot was not fodder for picture-book adventures. Darius felt the anxiety returning.

He strolled slowly down the corridor, nodding to the passing servants. Should he go and watch scouts train in the yard? The day already loomed ahead empty and purposeless.

The ping of his scroll. A new message from Raine! Darius couldn’t hide his smile. Unlike Daddy or the tutors, Raine always seemed to know what would cheer him up.

He opened the message.

“Good morning, Darius. How are you doing? Busy training?”

“No,” he typed out honestly. “Today’s my free day. Every third day is. Don’t really know what I want to do today,” he couldn’t resist the urge to complain.

They replied almost immediately: “Oh. Then, maybe you could help me out? ^o^” A cat face emoji? Seriously? They really type like an old person.

“Can you look for ‘Music of the early Savage Ages: Concepts and Classifications’ in the Castle’s library? I’ve heard it should be among some of the oldest collections. I can explain some spells from the book to you later.”

Darius considered it. He supposed the book would be in a very remote and, strictly speaking, forbidden section of the Old Library… but he had nothing better to do. “Sure, I can try.”

“Thank you so much! Oh, and you’ll probably find some fascinating works about the Empire’s early history in the same collection. I think they might interest you.” Another cat emoji. Darius rolled his eyes and immediately felt guilty: Raine seems so lonely…

Perhaps he shouldn’t trust them so easily – he still didn’t know them very well after all – but they seemed harmless. He even briefly wondered whether one day he’d be able to visit them… wherever they lived… and maybe they could tutor him in bard magic. Just another daydream. Daddy had made it very clear that these days it was far too dangerous for children to travel because of the Rot and the wild witches.

Still, after this brief exchange with Raine he felt less anxious.

Murmuring his favourite song from the 'Ride the Gryphon' musical, he took the stairs down to Daddy’s study room. ‘The cozy office’ Darius used to call it when he was younger. Unlike the other offices around the Castle or the oppressive Throne Room, ‘the cozy office’ was sunny and comfortably cluttered. There his daddy did paperwork and sometimes accepted visitors with petitions.

The guards stationed at the door let Darius in at once.

“Good morning,” Darius muttered awkwardly. “I hope I don’t interrupt...”

Daddy smiled at him from the messy desk. “Darius! Up so early? You truly are your father’s son,” Daddy laughed at his own ‘joke’. Embarrassing. “Come, give your dad a kiss.”

Tips of his ears twitching, Darius dragged his feet over to the desk. He was fourteen, almost a witch grown, and yet his father didn’t seem to realize it. Darius allowed himself to be babied, and only rolled his eyes a little. Not like his father ever noticed.

From beside Daddy’s elbow his palisman chirped his greeting. He was very old and cracked all over, and he couldn’t really fly anymore, only flutter a little, so he spent most of the time resting on the pillows that Daddy hand-sewed for him. Darius patted the bird on the head. The palisman was made for their family generations ago, Daddy had told Darius, and deserved to rest and enjoy the comfort.

“So, Darius,” Daddy returned to his work, signing and stamping papers, but his eyes were still smiling. “How is your morning? Did you eat breakfast?”

“I’ll eat later.” Darius settled onto a bench by the side of the desk. “You know I never feel hungry early in the morning,” he reminded his father.

“Hmmm,” Daddy hummed. Already immersed in the paperwork.

“The palismen are doing well,” Darius added, trying to get more attention. He used to love to just sit and watch his father work, and help where he could, and talk. Perhaps today Daddy would have time to eat breakfast or dinner together? Or maybe he would tell Darius one of the stories about his glorious younger days. Darius loved those stories, even though sometimes they made his father sad. The story he loved the most was the funny one about the time Daddy had participated in a sports competition. Darius loved it even more than the heroic tale about the slaying of the great basilisk. Perhaps today he will tell it again… but Daddy continued working, nodding to himself and petting his palisman from time to time.

Darius frowned. He was getting jittery again. “Maybe I’ll go to the library today,” he said. It felt awkward, talking to his father like this when he clearly didn’t have time for Darius. “But only if it’s alright with you…”

Daddy looked up from the document he’d been reading. “Of course you can go. Just be careful. And, please, stop being so apologetic. You have to become more confident.”

“Of course, Daddy.” Of course. A true Golden Guard wouldn’t constantly falter and hesitate. “Can we, maybe, go together?”

Daddy’s eyes – their colour the only feature he shared with Darius – softened. “I’m sorry, Darius. I am very busy... as is usual with me...” he chuckled. “I know, I know... But the Rot is spreading rapidly in the South...” Daddy shook his head. “But don’t you worry! We’ll find a way to stop it, as we always do!”

“Of course, I understand.” Darius felt something, not just the usual anxiety or fear, flutter inside his chest – Daddy looked very sad, almost forlorn. He looks old. Darius felt sorry for him.

Daddy shuffled some papers, examined one of them more closely, then sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. “Lilith Clawthorne’s passing had affected me too, I guess,” he muttered. “I didn’t expect that.”

Darius looked down at his feet. What could he say? The apprehension was growing, and it was tiring. Darius pressed his hands to his chest. But Daddy was constantly worried too. Daddy is sad all the time.

Darius shuffled his feet. “I… I’ve made a new spell!” More confident. More Golden Guard-y. “I’ve created it all by myself… well, um, with only a little help from the guys from this chat…” Actually, Raine had given him some tips, but they had insisted that he shouldn’t even mention them.

“Really?” Daddy’s face brightened, his eyes lit up. He pushed his quill aside. Now he looked excited, almost like a little kid. “Show me!”

Darius stood up and straightened his shoulders. A withered goosebump plant was living out its last days on the corner of the desk. Darius pointed at it and whistled while drawing a spell circle with his finger. A familiar deep hum resonated inside his chest, as always happened when he performed complicated spells. The plant responded, its branches spreading and dancing. Invigorated by the tune.

“Ah, a bard spell…”

Darius’s hand froze. The spell faltered. Daddy’s mouth was a thin, stubborn line. His eyes were hard. Disappointed.

Darius lowered his hand. There’s no point. He knew what would follow.

Daddy blinked, catching himself. “Oh. Oh, no, baby!” he hurriedly got up from the desk. “Of course every magic is good! Great, even! Darius!”

Here he goes again. Daddy roughly drew Darius to himself and peppered his temples with quick, smothering kisses.

“My son is so talented! You are wonderful, my baby, it’s your Daddy who is too old-fashioned… But I’m unlearning it!” Daddy laughed nervously. “You know how back in my day the bard magic was considered weak? That's all it is!”

His palisman squawked angrily.

Darius supposed he should expect a new toy very soon. That’s how it always went with his father: first disappointment, then guilt, then suffocating affection and meaningless presents.

“But you’re doing so great!” Daddy had gone red in the face trying to convince himself.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Darius pulled away from him. “Really. It’s nothing.”

But Daddy wasn’t listening... Then his ears flicked, and suddenly his eyes were sharp. He motioned: Silence.

Darius listened. Sounds of a commotion outside. Shouts?

With a sharp motion of his hand Daddy signaled for Darius to stay back by the wall.

The mechanical staff – tall and imposing, all sharp edges – was already in Daddy’s hand. He put the mask on. Darius hated the mask. Gone was Daddy, and only the Emperor remained. Sharp-witted and coldly playful, the golden feathers of his cloak shining like wyvern scales.

Darius straightened up too, like he was taught to stand at court – still and alert.

“Your Grace!” a red-faced guard opened the door. Someone shouted something from behind him in a language Darius didn’t recognize. “This old woman is causing trouble!”

“Let me through! Let me in!” An elderly woman barged into the study, her walking cane clacking on the stone floor. She was older than Darius’s tutors, probably as old as Raine, and had a bandage covering her left arm. She breathed heavily, as if she was very tired.

“Are you the ruler of this place?” she demanded, adjusting her thick glasses with her free hand.

“A human?” Daddy muttered. Darius stared – yes, the ears! A human on the Boiling Isles? His breath caught. What does it mean?

“Leave us!” the Emperor barked, and the guards bowed and scurried away.

“Yes, I am the Emperor of this Realm. Now. How did a human get here?”

Darius felt an unusual sort of pressure building up in the room.

The woman frowned, “Emperor... You are the one they call Hunter, yes?” She swayed a little, leaning heavily on her cane.

Something strange then happened. Daddy turned away from the woman and leaned his arms on the desk. Like… like he didn’t know what to do or what to say. Like he couldn’t face the woman? Then he tore off the mask. But he almost never exposed his face in front of strangers!

Darius felt something bigger than fear creeping up his spine. He saw that Daddy’s magenta eyes had darkened to an almost amaranth colour.

“Afraid,” someone said. Something soft and heavy bumped into Darius’s shoulder. “He is afraid.” Darius looked and saw that Flapjack had fluttered his way onto his shoulder. Darius cupped him into his hands. The pressure was building up.

The Emperor drew himself up and turned back to the woman.

“Hunter… haven’t heard that name in a long while…” he mused. “How do you know it, human?”

The threat in his voice was obvious, but the woman didn’t react, as if she hadn’t heard him at all. Dread, Darius felt dread.

“My name is Camila Noceda,” the woman said. “I came here searching for my daughter. I’ve been searching for over twenty years, and now I am going to get my answers.”

#the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfiction #the owl house au #The Rot au (toh)#toh ocs #i probably wont write any other fic for this au but i might make a text post about the plot if anyone is curious #the actual story would be from the PoV of the character who appears at the end travelling the isles and meeting various other characters #numericalbridge fic #toh hunter

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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(babylove) austin definitely has happy triggers that make him go into babyspace.

nini (night time). it's his fav moment of the day bc he can sleep and cuddle with us, sometimes he says nini when it's really nap time

TOY ISLE. specially if it's the baby area or the plushie area, if he's in the stroller with us he always manages to grab a plushie withou us noticing

saying he's too little for something, it always gets him

honey milk!. when he was filming elvis he had to do a scene where he was little and they made him try honey milk, he immediately loved it (tho normal bottles don't make him regress bc he sometimes has them when big, he has an oral fixation )

just being with us after a rough day like when someone mentions us he gets so teary and is like "mama" over and over like a mantra

Yes!

He'll come and get you no matter what you're doing and just pull you into the bathroom when he wants to start his nighttime routine. He pulls you into the bathroom because "nini" always starts with a bath, teeth, then jammies, bottle, story then bed.

He loves the toy aisle and if he needs to stay big (for whatever reason) he will take your hand and steer you in the direction you need to go but expertly avoiding going anywhere near the toy aisle. Also as @mooodyblue has said, he loves play kitchens so sometimes if you guys are shopping for kitchenware, he accidentally slips there too because he just wants to play and creat with all of it

Saying he's too little, calling him tiny, baby boy, little one, all of these are verbal triggers for him

He ABSOLUTELY has an oral fixation and you can't change my mind. He constantly has his finger in his mouth or a paci (sometimes) Austin loves honey milk but sometimes you mix it up and get him angel milk or milk with vanilla in it too

When he needs us, he needs us, so someone just mentioning you could send him over. This one works a lot when he regresses in public and you're not around so you'll often get calls saying "come get him he's slipped" and you get there and Austin is just a teary tired mess wanting cuddles. But sometimes if he feels himself slipping at the very end of his day, he'll do a mantra under his breath like "go home. Mama's there. Go home see mama. Go home. Mama be there" and you can tell by the way he texts you asking if you're home that he really already slipped but he rarely drives himself so he'll get home safe anyway

#babylove au

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desmondkane-of-ao3-fame · 8 months

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So what would it be like if Willow or Skara found the human counterparts of their partners?

There's certainly a fun idea here. I actually toyed with it a touch back in a far earlier post, this one right here. But there's a bit of a problem here, sadly, in that we don't really know much about the counterparts, or even if that's what they are. We know theymay have one, but we don't know anything about this counterpart as a person. That, and we don't even know if the Boiling Isles and human world even work like a parallel universe or if Luz's school just has weirdly similar students. A rational man would probably just shrug the question off, move on, and ignore it with all that going against it. I mean, I'd have to basically create two OC parralel universe versions of prexisting characters, so may as well throw in the

Paulina Wood

Willow's human counterpart, she's the girl in the Romeo and Juliet tryouts behind human Amity.

She’s adopted, with two loving moms who run a flower boutique together, though unfortunately it often ends up struggling.

Wanting their daughter to have a more successful life then themselves, her parents attempt to push her into careers in STEM, even getting her a part-time job tutoring her classmates, but Paulina's real passion is writing, specifically writing plays about the inner turmoil of tortured souls like herself (she later winces internally every time she remembers her earliest works and attitude, as all creatives are cursed to do).

Despite this, Paulina is a nervous girl, rarely showing off her plays to anyone and shunning the spotlight herself for fear of embarrassment. She prefers her contributions to be behind the scenes.

While she and Luz aren't really friends, she's at least nicer to Luz then a lot of their peers. She's often more surprised and a bit put off about her weirdness then disgusted by it, and attempts courteous conversation whenever the two cross paths.

She joined theater to get more direct experience with the medium. She wanted to simply be a stagehand, nervous about being in the spotlight, but was talked into trying out for the role of Romeo (the director declared it part of a personal artistic ***vision*** though it really had more to do with no boys seriously trying out for the play). She knew she didn't do amazing, and expected to simply be made a stagehand. But to her surprise, she won out as the Romeo understudy!

Carly Brae

So funny story: I was writing out an entirely unique skater girl OC because I thought that there was no character in the human realm at all who could serve as a potential Skara doppelganger. I decided to finally check the Owl House Wiki gallery however and, while its not as 1-to-1 as Willow's, there IS actually a character design that seems somewhat similar enough to Skara that it fits: In this case, the girl behind the Amity doppelganger during the cheer tryouts when she lands the backflip. Both girls have dark skin, poofy hairstyles, greyish eyes, and some connection to the popular girl cliques, so I feel she would make the best parallel between the two.

Carly is a part of Gravesfields cheer team, alongside Amity's doppelganger. The cheer team forms the schools 'mean girl clique', a la the Banshee's in Hexside, and love to bully those they deem unpopular, Paulina included. Carly, however, mostly stands in the back, not really engaging with most of the bullying and just being a general part of it.

She's mostly been raised by her single dad, a 'big ol' businessman' as she usually describes him, who doesn't have a lot of time for her. She try's spending as much time as she can at her friends houses, and whenever she is home, she's normally alone, with just a note and a dinner in the microwave.

Carly actually really likes the idea of being an actress: she likes feeling like she's part of the attention, thanks to her own issues at home. However, her friends often mock the drama kids, and Carly has to pretend to have no interest in it.

The cheer team wouldn't normally be caught dead hanging around theater kids. However, when Amity's doppleganger thinks Paulina's 'bad tutoring' caused her to fail an important test, she coaxes her into trying out for the show itself... namely so she could humiliate her by filling her 'poison' vial with a scentless concoction to have her throw up on stage. But she wants a backup person in case things go awry. Hence, Carly volunteering to join her plan. The two audition for Juliet, and Amity/Boscha's doppleganger apparently with the potion mixing, gets Juliet, while Carly becomes her understudy.

Over time, Carly and Paulina, being the understudies, spent a lot of time together, practicing their roles off each other. It started as awkwardly as one would expect, but over time the two became genuine friends. Paulina would invite Carly to her home to practice more, and when Carly discovered Paulina's scripts, she actually gushed about them, incredibly impressed. Paulina was surprised and grateful, having never had someone gush over her stories so much.

When Carly finally offered to let Paulina come to her house for practice, it was empty, as it ever was. Carly tried to play it off as no big deal, but after a while she had to admit, she liked having Paulina there, because she often felt alone in the big empty house. Paulina simply smiled, and said Carly made her feel less lonely too. That was the first time Carly's heart skipped a beat around Paulina, but it would not be the last...

Over time, the two became so close that Carly would spend more time with Paulina then the actual cheerleaders, much to Amischa's annoyance (that's the Amity/Boscha doppelgangers name now). Eventually, she had to threaten Carly with getting her kicked off the cheer squad and out of their clique if she didn't stop being too friendly with Paulina. Worried, she started hanging around Paulina less and less, only seeing her at practices, hurting both of their feelings.

The opening night comes. The Main Romeo is 'mysteriously' sick, and Paulina has to step up. But Carly tries to talk her down, trying to get her to step away from the show. She doesn't have the heart to tell her about Amischa's plans, but she can't see her getting hurt. Paulina refuses, though, and gets frustrated with Carly's insistence she stop. Carly can't say why, so Paulina walks away from her, angry.

Later at the play, it's the intermission, and Carly's backstage, pleading with Amischa to not go through with her plan. But Amischa doesn't even consider it, and Carly finally decides she's done with her: while Amischa's distracted, she swipes the vial Amischa was going to make Paulina puke with and pours it into Amischa's water, causing her to run off to the restroom. The director explains that Juliets understudy will need to take the role, with Carly taking over for the rest of the night. While Paulina's still upset, the two perform the play still, having just as much fun as they did during their practices together. When the big death comes, Paulina drinks the vial of clear, uncontaminated water, stage-kisses Carly, and dramatically dies, an act Carly recipricates.

After the show, Carly pulls Paulina behind the school to confess to everything: Amischa's plan, her being a backup, but most importantly, her own feelings for Paulina. Paulina is, as one would guess, is deeply confused about her own feelings on all of this, before Amischa comes out from the restrooms to yell at the two. Only for Carly to step in and tell her to buzz off. That she's quitting cheer and doesn't want to be around Amischa anymore. As an angry Amischa sulks off, Paulina admits she needs some time to think about her own feelings about... well, everything, for a while. Carly agrees, heartbroken but wanting Paulina to be happy above all.

A few weeks pass with Carly without her cheer team and Paulina not talking to her, unsure how to feel. They both hate it, but Paulina still needs some time to just think over what she really needs. Finally, after a few weeks, Paulina messages Carly, asking if she would like to meet up at a local café, Robins Roast. Carly accepts, trying to come off as casual but very obviously deeply giddy at the prospect of talking with Paulina again, but also deeply nervous that it may be the last time...

When they both arrive, Paulina admits that, after a lot of soul searching, she's realized she missed Carly. She missed being friends with her, and seeing Carly leave the cheerleaders and stand up for her made Paulina realize she meant it. So, she'd like to be friends again.

When Carly nervously asks about maybe being something a bit more, Paulina, blushing, admits that, thinking that over... she likes that idea too. Carly and Paulina then officially begin an awkward, but charming and sweet, first date.

Wow, I should make this a whole dang teen romance novel.

Oh, wait, you wanted to know how they'd interact with Skarlow.

Both Skara and Willow would be a touch weirded out by the discovery. They know about speculation that Realms close to each other cosmologically can have similarities, but running into another couple just like them in the same town as Luz? It be wild.

But, barring the Witches having to hide their ears, the four would get along well I feel. They would all be able to bond over their similar experiences, and both would love learning from the other: Skara showing Carly how to play instruments as Paulina show's Willow her scripts. I think they'd make a decent group of friends, honestly.

#the owl house #skarlow #willow park #skara #the owl house oc #Paulina x carly

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Meet Fiona Freeland Foundling;

Fc: Daveigh Chase.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook.

Nicknames: Fi, Fey Girl, Fairy Girl, Dark Fae, Dark Fairy, 'Ona, Fifi, the Goth Fairy, skunk girl, and Bat wings.

Sexuality: Unknown at the moment.

Pronouns: She/her.

Birthday: Halloween.

Height: 3"2.

Hair Color: Coal Black.

Eye Color: Dirt brown.

Place Of Birth: Moors but no one else knows that. Other than Maleficent.

Hobbies: Dancing, drawing, collecting stuffed animals, sewing, coloring, having tea parties, listening to music, trick or treating, playing dress up, knitting, meteorology, creative writing/poetry, arts and crafts, catching fire flies, acting, learning, and gardening.

Likes: Candy, barbies, dark colors, ripped clothes, baggy clothes, bats, skunks, plants, music boxes, tattoos, creepy toys, cute plant pots, flowers, Halloween decorations, berries, woods, magic, movies, musicals, spray paint, games, punk stuff, gothic literature, gothic stuff, and cute baby animals.

Dislikes: Bullies, her dyslexia, her color blindness, her amnesia, loud places, being lost, being compared to people, being alone, and having her picture taken.

Favorite Musicians: Vampire Weekend, Slipknot, Lizz Robinett, Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Blink-182, Green Day, Iron Maiden, and Black Sabbath.

Physical Quirks/Scars: Tattered looking black, translucent wings. Pale skin. Circles under the eyes. Almost skeletal in appearance (naturally). Dimples.

Family: Unknown.

Honorary Family: Hades, Persphone, and their kids.

Friends: The Stormbringer crew, of course.

Pets: Bagul (skunk).

Love Interest: Noah Aoratos (future boyfriend).

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic.

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert.

Occupation: Junior Pirate and future boutique--tatto Parlor-- flower shop owner.

Extracurriculars: Piracy, Ballet, art club, gardening, and drama.

Favorite Animal: Skunk.

Favorite Color: Black, white, pink, and grey.

Favorite Book: A Light in the Attic.

Favorite Food: Blackberries.

Favorite Drink: Black coffee with whipped cream.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: The Addams family and Scooby Doo.

Favorite Class: Artist and Thieves is tied with Tall Tales and The Tellers who tell them.

Background: It's not every day that a child falls from the sky, but on the rare occasion that one does, everyone remembers it-- which is exactly what had happened in the case of one girl known as Fiona Freeland Foundling.

It had been a normal day on the isle of the lost, with Hannah Hook scavenging for toys and books out of boredom. Eventually finding herself in an Alleyway, where she narrowly missed getting smushed by a falling projectile that was almost the size of her leg. A falling projectile that turned out to be, a little girl -- almost skeletal in appearance-- with high cheekbones, black hair, almost black eyes, and tattered, translucent black wings. A girl who could barely talk.

Instead of running away or screaming, like most people would have, the seven year old pirate captain took the startled and confused little girl home and tried to figure out where she came from so they could return her. Something they never did figure out.

When they couldn't, Hannah named Fiona and gave her a spot on her crew. Promising that one day they'd find out where she came from as they patched her up.

Unbeknownst to them, Maleficent knows. Because how wouldn't she recognize one of her own? But she has no reason to tell anyone that the little girl is from Moors because she'd get nothing from it.

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"Hide and Seek" by Lizz Robinett.

"It's the Hard-Knock Life" by Charles Strouse / Martin Charnin.

"Dead Hearts" by Stars.

"Left Behind" by DAGames.

"Hidden in the Sand" by Tally Hall.

"Carousel" by Melanie Martinez.

"Crybaby" by Melanie Martinez.

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc yet again. Made to cheer @cleverqueenchild up.

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You said Carlos had a sister at some point. What was she like?

All right! This will be fun to answer. Thank you!

Well. Fun for me. Not so fun for Carlotta.

So you want the full version? That may or may not be canon, depending on whatever headcanon I'm currently going with?

Okay. So. Her name was Carlotta. Carlotta Eleanora de Vil. Carlotta Eleanora de Vil the First, for reasons that will be made clear shortly.

Carlos called her Lotta sometimes.

She was three years older than Carlos. In fact, she was the oldest of all the de Vil children.

She was very protective of Carlos. She was always looking after him and doing his homework with him and being proud of how smart he was and doing his chores along with hers and walking him to school and punching Rick Ratcliffe in the nose once when he was bullying Carlos. She said the blood from the nosebleed she gave Rick that got on her black-and-white dress made her look like a real de Vil.

She was good at sewing. All de Vils are good at designing and making clothes, but she enjoyed it too; she was making dresses for herself out of discarded bits of fabric she found in the street by the time she was eight.

She looked strikingly like Cruella, right down to the dark green eyes and the hair split halfway down the middle.

She died when she was ten and Carlos was seven.

Yes, Cruella had something to do with it. Cruella had everything to do with it.

How? Maybe Carlotta stood in front of Carlos to protect him and Cruella hit her a little too hard. Maybe Cruella struck her a glancing blow on the head with something hard, giving her a concussion; without medical treatment, Carlotta went to sleep that night, hoping her aching head would feel better in the morning, as would her nausea and dizziness, and never woke up. Or maybe Cruella de Vil snapped and committed what is known on the Isle as the Devil Massacre.

The second Carlotta was born eight months later.

Eight months after her daughter's death, Cruella gave birth to a little girl. She couldn't be bothered to take care of her, because she'd already taken care of two babies by now and three was far too much and she was so busy, what with making sure Jasper and Horace didn't bungle anything up and searching for animals to make fur coats - or dresses, or shirts, or skirts, or earmuffs, or mittens, or hats - out of, and then she had to skin and cure them properly and the bloodstain from other people's blood still hadn't come out of her favorite outfit even eight months later and D'Arque kept nagging that he wanted her to keep a journal of her thoughts so he could study them and she simply didn't have time to look after a whiny, needy infant that was little more than a furless puppy.

So Carlos did.

His mother wouldn't take care of her, just left her screaming in her cradle, so Carlos did. Carlos figured out how to make bottles and bought or stole milk and warmed it up for the baby, and he changed her diapers, and he tore up blankets and sewed them together into baby clothes that he had to tear up and resize only weeks later because babies grow fast, and he slept next to her in his bed so he could make her a bottle and rock her to sleep when she cried -besides, it was so quiet and lonely now, without his big sister, and feeling his baby sister's warm body and the rise and fall of her chest as she slept next to him made him feel better - and he stole her clothes and toys and baby food, and figured out that if he crushed and mushed the rare fruit or vegetable he got his hands on, she would be able to eat it once she was a few months old, and fruits and vegetables were healthy for babies, right?

Carlos named her, too. A month passed, two months, and still Carlos' little sister had no name. Cruella wasn't going to name her; once she'd recovered from the birth, she continued on with her life as though the baby didn't exist. After all, Carlos was taking care of her so she didn't have to. That was his job; to do all the chores around the house instead of her.

So Carlos named his little sister. He was seven or eight years old, and could think of only one name: the name that had been foremost in his mind for months, who he missed desperately, the name of the sister he had loved, and who had loved him back. Carlotta Eleanora de Vil.

And that is how Cruella de Vil's younger daughter - her only daughter, now - came to be named Carlotta Eleanora de Vil II.

Carlotta II was small and timid and quiet. She rarely spoke. She was only comfortable around Carlos and, to a lesser extend, the other de Vil cousins. She was good at hiding and going unnoticed. She was scared of the dark, because of that time she accidentally got trapped in Cruella's fur closet. Carlos is scared of the dark too, for the same reason, but tries not to show it around her. She was scared of other people, but as long as her big brother was with her, she felt safe, no matter the situation. She was terrified of her mother.

Carlos literally raised her. When she was a baby and a toddler he would bring her to school with him so as not to leave her alone with their mother. The teachers didn't complain, as long as she didn't disrupt the class (she never did, even as an infant) because it was good that the timid young de Vil boy was showing an inclination towards breaking the rules.

She looked exactly like the first Carlotta. Exactly like Cruella.

She doesn't like it when people she doesn't know ask her questions or notice her. And she only knows a few people. She doesn't talk, really. She just wants Carlos. If someone, especially an adult, addresses her, she'll go even paler than usual and refuse to answer.

Once she was old enough to go to school, Carlos would confront the teacher or the other children if she was having a hard time, and would help her with her homework, and would walk her to and from school.

He did everything for her that his older sister - their older sister, whose name she bore and whom she would never meet - had done for him.

She didn't go to school often, though. She preferred to be with Carlos. She was terrified of being separated from him. Carlos could teach her as much as school could, too; he taught her how to read and write and how to do math.

She accompanied Carlos everywhere. Some people called her "De Vil's little shadow."

Carlos never stood up for himself, but he would do anything for Carlotta. Even stand up to his mother.

She was a sickly child. She had a breathing problem. Carlos didn't know until Carlotta was five and he, in trying to find a cure, had "borrowed" some medical textbooks from the Athenaeum of Evil, that it was called asthma. All he knew was that when she was scared or upset or sick, or when it was dusty, she had trouble breathing; she would wheeze and her lips would turn blue. He would kneel next to her and talk her through it. "It's okay. It's okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. You're going to be fine. This happened before and you were okay, remember?" No medicine the Isle had seemed to help; the best he could do for her was buy some herbs from Dr. Facilier and Mother Gothel - or just steal them off Freddie or Ginny - that eased the attacks. Even after he found out what it was - well, knowing what it was didn't help if there was no way to fix it.

As of D1 she was seven years old.

What happened to Carlotta the Second?

Depending on what headcanon I'm going with:

Option A: She died, several months before Carlos went to Auradon, in the throes of her most severe asthma attack yet, choking and wheezing, struggling to gasp for air and finding nothing as her skin turned blue and Carlos knelt helplessly beside her, trying to comfort her in her final terror.

Option B: She died, the same way - when Carlos was in Auradon. Before he could get her off the Isle. When he was apart from her for the first time ever.

Option C: When Carlos left for Auradon he left her in the care of his cousins, Ivy and Diego and Hunter de Vil. Or, to be more accurate, he was taken to Auradon with barely any notice and Diego and Ivy climbed in the back window of De Vil Manor and brought Carlotta to Diego's home. Carlos was reunited with her when the barrier came down.

Option D: In Return to the Isle of the Lost Carlos snuck her off the Isle with him.

Option E: She dies in Auradon, from a severe asthma attack as well, because Carlos didn't think to mention that she had asthma and nobody had an EpiPen - but she died in a soft bed, with a full belly, with her brother at her side.

Ironically, whenever they happen to be in the same room, CJ Hook takes a liking to her, and will, say, distract people from looking at her or talking to her. Mostly because CJ likes to be idolized by the small children, but still.

#descendants #the isle of the lost #disney descendants #carlos de vil #cruella de vil #original character #carlotta de vil #original daughter of cruella de vil #original child of cruella de vil #de vil family

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shamandrummer · 2 years

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5,000-Year-Old Drum Discovered in Britain

A Stonehenge-era chalk drum is the "most important piece of prehistoric art to be found in Britain in the last 100 years," according to the British Museum. The 5,000-year-old drum, discovered within an ancient children's burial site, is going on display for the first time. It will be unveiled, six years after its discovery, as part of the "World of Stonehenge" exhibition at the British Museum.

The drum was found on a country estate near the village of Burton Agnes in East Yorkshire, England in 2015 when a routine excavation had to be carried out so the owners could erect a structure. During the routine excavation, a team of archaeologists with the independent company Allen Archaeology found an ancient burial site. Within the burial site were the remains of three children, aged 3 to 12, whose bones had been intertwined for millennia.

"They were cuddling," according to Mark Allen, the founder of Allen Archaeology. The drum was placed above the head of the eldest child, along with a chalk ball and a polished bone pin. Archeologists do not believe the drum was used as a musical instrument despite the name. It was more likely a piece of sculptural art, a talisman, or, perhaps, a toy for the children. The grave is a rare find, because ancient people in Neolithic Britain would usually leave bodies for cremation or to be eaten by crows.

And the drum is so significant because it is "one of the most elaborately decorated objects of this period found anywhere in Britain and Ireland," the British Museum said. The carvings on the drum, which show spirals and triangles, feature a "butterfly" motif. They are artistically similar to other objects found at Neolithic sites in Scotland and Ireland, Wilkin said, suggesting that prehistoric communities were in communication with each other despite significant geographical distances.

"This drum is particularly intriguing, because it basically encompasses a sort of artistic language that we see throughout the British Isles at this time, and we're talking 5,000 years ago," project curator Jennifer Wexler said. The discovery comes more than 100 years since the unearthing of the Folkton Drums. Three similar chalk drums were found in the village of Folkton -- around 15 miles from Burton Agnes -- in 1889. "We've been waiting for over 100 years for another one of these amazing objects to come up, and for it to come up with children -- again -- is astonishing," Wilkin said.

#drums #folk art #prehistoric art #archaeology #neolithic art

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thegcldenguard · 2 years

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I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin' Roman cavalry choirs are singin' Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world

Birthday — December 25, 2001 Zodiac Sign — Capricorn Sun, Taurus Moon, Virgo Rising MBTI — ISTJ Enneagram — Type 1 Wing 2 Moral Alignment — Lawful Neutral Primary Vice — Pride Primary Virtue — Diligence Element — Earth

Overview:

Mother — Unknown

Father — Unknown

Mother’s Occupation — Unknown

Father’s Occupation — Unknown

Family Finances — Unknown

Birth Order — Unknown

Brothers — Unknown

Sisters — Unknown

Other Close Family — Emperor Belos, adoptive guardian

Best Friend — None

Other Friends — None

Enemies — Everyone wanted to be him

Pets — Belos thought they were a waste of space and resources

Home Life During Childhood — parents died when he was really little, lived with distant aunt and uncle till Belos adopted him — it was strict, but he got more attention and was able to focus his magic and he just loved the Boiling Isles

Town or City Name(s) — Boiling Isles, before that… who knows?

What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — incredibly plain with little to no personal items

Any Sports or Clubs — Coven training!!

Favorite Toy or Game — none lmao

Schooling — Homeschooled by Belos in both regular studies and magic

Favorite Subject — spellcasting

Popular or Loner — loner but he didn’t mind

Important Experiences or Events — getting adopted by Belos, when he noticed his magic wasn’t as powerful as it once was

Nationality — Boiling Islander

Culture — Boiling Islandish

Religion and beliefs — The Titan

Physical Appearance

Face Claim — Casil McArthur

Complexion — Pale

Hair Colour — Blonde

Eye Colour — Hazel-grey

Height — 6’1

Build — Slender

Tattoos — has a lot of runes all over his body, but he is rarely shirtless because he is self-conscious about a lot of the more intense ones that he did to himself for more power

Piercings — his ears

Common Hairstyle — I am sorry to invoke this image, but very Tom Felton in the first Harry Potter movie as Draco, but he can NEVER get it to stay slicked back so it pops up all the time and he kinda pretends it’s intentional

Clothing Style — Boiling Isles chic — aka a very stylish and elegant Goth ™

Mannerisms — incredibly formal, incredibly straight posture

Usual Expression — something like this >:|

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — since his accident, he’s been feeling under the weather :/

Physical Ailments — cardiac arrhythmia

Neurological Conditions — none

Allergies — none

Grooming Habits — clean, very clean

Sleeping Habits — he used to go to bed at 10 pm and wake up at 6 am sharp, but he’s been having a hard time falling asleep

Eating Habits — a very balanced diet

Exercise Habits — keeps very fit with fighting and training

Emotional Stability — levelheaded, but gets flustered easily especially around people

Body Temperature — finally, this is useful! He is… colder than a normal person :)

Sociability — Would prefer not to, thanks

Addictions — None

Drug Use — None

Alcohol Use — socially

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — A bit obsessive, takes himself too seriously, completely devoted to Belos in a deeply unhealthy way lmao, rigid, inflexible

Good Habits — Passionate, responsible, sensible, ambitious, goal-oriented, hard-working

Best Characteristic — Dedicated

Worst Characteristic — uhhhh blind loyalty

Worst Memory — well NOW it’s dying lmao

Best Memory — Belos adopting him :)

Proud of — BEING THE GOLDEN GUARD AND BRINGING GLORY TO THE BOILING ISLES

Embarrassed by — where he came from — NO ONE KNOWS THIS

Driving Style — he does not know how to drive

Strong Points — dedicated, hardworking, intelligent

Attitude — self-important, serious, self-assured

Weakness — he has no friends or loved ones :(

Fears — that Belos will realize he is useless and get rid of him :(

Phobias — see above

Secrets — his past before Belos adopted him, the fact that something seems wrong with him now

Regrets — DYING

Feels Vulnerable When — talking about his USELESSNESS

Pet Peeves — when people don’t use coasters

Conflicts — he doesn’t realize it but his devotion to Belos is incredibly unhealthy

Motivation — make Belos proud of him

Short Term Goals and Hopes — find the Seal of Solomon

Long Term Goals and Hopes — Rise in the ranks of the Emperor’s Coven

Sexuality — Bisexual

Exercise Routine —keeps a strict regimen

Day or Night Person — Day

Introvert or Extrovert — introvert — not that he is shy, he just would prefer not to socialize, thanks (why is this so many of my characters)

Optimist or Pessimist — Realist

Greatest Want — rise in the ranks of the Emperor’s Coven and prove his worth to Belos

Greatest Need — be loved unconditionally :(

Likes and Styles:

Music — The Boiling Isles national anthem, of course! Just kidding, he actually loves like heavier rock and pop punk but keeps it a secret from Belos

Books — Belos’s Autobiography // jk he likes big thick books like Moby Dick, and also Ruler’s Reach by popular Boiling Isles author King

Foods — Pancakes :3

Drinks — some sort of magic tea

Animals — birds! He has a fondness for cardinals, which he has never seen in person, but he’s seen pictures and he is excited to see them in person — NOT THAT HE WOULD TELL ANYONE THAT, GOSH

Sports — watches grudgby, does not participate

Social Issues — Magick Rights, BOILING ISLES SUPREMACY (that is not a social issue)

Favorite Saying — whatever the Emperor’s Coven slogan is

Color — Gold!

Clothing — He likes an elevated Goth witchy look

Jewelry — Usually has some sort of gold ring, bracelet, or necklace

Games — solitaire :( I think he would really like board games but he has n o one to play them with

Websites — I don’t think he has social media because Belos thought it was a waste of time… but he will now…

TV Shows — does not watch a lot of TV, but I think he would love anime so someone get him on that

Movies — see above

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — a dorm in Pride University

Household furnishings — dorm furnishings :) little to no personal effects lmao

Favorite Possession — His wand, which is a metal baton that expands into a polearm

Most Cherished Possession — his signed copy of Ruler’s Reach

Married Before — Nope!

Significant Other Before — Nope!

Children — Nope!

Relationship with Family — Belos, most revered

Car — None!

Career — Student!

Dream Career — Head of the Emperor’s Coven

Dream Life — Serving Belos for his whole life and eventually rising as head of the Emperor’s Coven

Love Life — nonexistent

Talents or Skills — Good at battle magic

Intelligence Level — smart! And in the areas he is not good at, he works hard enough to make up for it

Finances — has a stipend provided to him by Belos

#character sheet #about #i keep getting type 1s idk why #or how even

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smashingsire · 1 year

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Candy Kingdom: Possible Dededetour?

@bagofcanons

“Inkwell Isles… this here island is a’ight, I s’pose, but where in Nova is alla ink?” The very set of islands had a new visitor joining, one who just arrived from who knew elsewhere, for he came from another dimension; from appearances alone, he might look like royalty, but the King himself came from a planet far, far away called Pop Star, which he ruled an area titled Dream Land. Only he knew that, but who knows as by the next second, he might announce his title across the whole island and make himself a celebrity. Currently accompanied by a few Waddle Dee’s, the young King happened to be entering a carnival, where his inner child sprang back into his system and urged him to partake!

Only a few minutes later, his hands were covered in popcorn packets, cotton candy, and stuffed toys of what appeared to be cute devils and die-headed salesmen. Did he really just speed run the entire carnival, because if so, he might have needed that speed when challenging Kirby to the Gourmet Race! His eyes squinting in joy, he enjoyed the satisfying taste of the snacks from each stand; even more so, he felt like a champion during the games of aiming darts and water pistols, due to his history of ‘safe’ duelling. There’s nothing that could interrupt his enjoyable day at the carnival…

up until now…

The King’s emerald eyes immediately caught sight of a giant cupcake, alerting the King within a millisecond, halting him on his path. As such, the Waddle Dee’s bumped into him, for they were walking in a line, and so rushed in front of him to see if he was fine and well. It’s rare for the King to stop what he was doing! As they nervously examined him, they failed to notice what he was looking at, which would be the very cupcake on the left.

“Th-Th-That ain’t no cupcake… that there is a tankard treat…!” He would then drop his snacks all over the floor, alerting the soldiers greatly, who all tried to clean up the mess as best as they could! They also failed to see him leaving, for their focus was cleaning his own mess! The mesmerised majesty slowly marched all the way over towards the cupcake, cyan around the base with a giant icing-made roof, before noticing a door, which he bumped into. Upon was a sign, reading the very name of this land.

Now, the King struggled in reading large words, for he never had anyone who spoke his language while growing up. Squinting his eyes into extremely thin slits, the teen tried to find out exactly what the sign was reading; “Sssss sooger… ughh, sh-sugar… Sugar shim- SUGAR?!?!” Upon that blurted-out word that echoed across the carnival, the soldiers jumped in panic and set their beady eyes on their majesty. Without a single moment to lose, the King then burst right through the door, before being followed by the soldiers out back. It all came rather too soon as the very visitor would be falling onto his front and have his face and front covered in pink mud… rather sweet mud, that appeared to be icing!

#bagofcanons

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puff-world · 1 year

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Let's talk about girl games for a minute

Disclaimer, I'm not an expert of much talked about in this post but this is merely an observation I made about femininity and women as a whole in games

So I was watching "moon channel's why doesn't the industry make good girl's games?" And I got to the part talking about how games like barbie dress up push passivity upon girls and how that's an issue when it comes to making games for girls.

And then I thought about saints row randomly, I thought: sr1 srtt and sr2022 embody 3 different opinions I have. Sr1 is the most fun but lacks customization, 2022 has lots of customization yet lacks good gameplay, and srtt is a good middle ground with a fair amount of good customization and is fun, tbh sr4 is funner and has more customization but is a bit ugly, I digress.

And that's when I realized most games of today already are perfectly fine for girls, like one good example is bloodborne, which actually get things backwards in that the game is highly feminine, being about motherhood, fertility and menstruation cycles. (yes really) yet doesnt slap pink ribbons everywhere and is definitely enjoyable for men. And the same for other games like mass effect which is perfectly suitable for women. And as well there isnt an issue of the toy isle segregating games as most stores have game sections that lack gender.

So now I think, why is it rare for women to be in games, well it's not, women play games all the times and I'm not talking about just trans women or mobile games, I mean games that get released on the ps4 or xbox which are usually considered to be masculine. This is because, well I don't know, this is where the non professional aspect comes in. I cant really state why, yet I dont see this as something in need of clarification for because I dont think I could reasonably articulate that, but I will talk about something else.

The big bad sandwich

You'll understand the name I swear. What I'm referring to is how men continue to treat women. Both in game production and out. An example is how blizzard treats women horrendously, both in real life and in games

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sparrowmoth · 3 years

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Jal 18 for the “something they own” ask meme? :D

@hoodpane Thank youuu, Cay! ♥️ Here’s Jal + an object that’s kept a secret:

The first (unofficial) gift Jay ever gave to Mal was a dagger with the handle carved to look like a dragon’s tail, all curled up in a knot. He carved it himself, though he was shy to tell her that at the time. If he had, she might have kept it—or maybe not.

Maybe not, since the real issue wasn’t the gift, but what he said to her: that he was worried, you know—worried one day her mother’s reputation might not be enough—and he might not be there—and something might happen, and had she ever thought of that? Had she ever considered what could happen down the throat of an alley with someone twice her size who had nothing to live for? No fear of Maleficent?

Mal had rolled her eyes and swiped the dagger from his hand, looked it over appraisingly, and given him a sly smirk. “Thanks,” she’d said. “Bet I can trade this for something I actually need, like one giant cup of coffee.”

That was that, as far as Jay knew. He’d laughed along despite the sting of it, because it was his own damn fault for caring when he shouldn’t. Not for more than his own skin—just like his father had warned him (or tried to), because despite—he still cared, but… it was more of a secret, something buried away out of Mal’s sight—

Kind of like the dagger she’d never actually traded, yet refused to wear out of spite.

She’d torn her room up trying to find where she’d hid it before they left for Auradon.

And then one day, months later, in the safest place they’d ever been in their lives, with Maleficent defeated, Jay saw the outline of a knife up her sleeve, badly hidden. He’d made a quip about it and she’d gotten defensive—but after a while just sitting in silence, she’d slid that certain dagger into her hand and glanced at Jay.

“I can’t exactly rely on my mother anymore,” she’d muttered, tracing the carving with her thumb.

Jay had been surprised, so it’d taken a moment, but he’d smiled and put his hand over hers, and when she’d looked at him, said simply: “No, but you still got me.”

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#hoodpane #<3 #descendants #jal #jay son of jafar #mal bertha #descendants drabbles #my drabbles #my writing #descendants fandom #I have a new headcanon born from this that Jay's into wood carving #that's his relaxing hobby #he just sits in sunny windows and whittles away at pieces of wood #sometimes pretending to drop little figurines when he knows a kid is watching #because toys are so rare on the Isle #anyway I need to write Jay carving things into one of my fics at some point #this lives in my head rent free now

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randombtslover · 3 years

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Fullhouse//Lost

Pair: Jesse x Single!Mother!Reader

Synopsis: When Jesse loses Michelle in a supermarket and single mother reader finds her with her 6 year old son and helps her find her missing Uncle. Once he sees her he finds her attractive and lies that Michelle’s his daughter I mean close enough I guess. The reader knows pretty early on that Michelle isn’t his but she plays along because she finds him intriguing.———————————————————————

You where walking down the isle holding my son Cole’s hand looking for the right cereal. You then felt something tug hard on your trousers.

“Excuse me have you seen my uncle?”

You looked down to see a little girl who look around the age of three. You bent down to try and match her hight so you could talk to her.

‘Isn’t she the cutest thing.’

“Oh hi my names y/n and this is my son Cole he’s six what’s your name?”

“I am Michelle Tanner and I’m nearly four years old can you help me find my Uncle.”she asked a bit shyly but all in all she was pretty out going for a girl her age.

“Sure hold my hand and we’ll go and find him ok.”I said placing my basket down planning to come back for it once I’ve helped this little girl.

“You got it dude.”And she held up her thumb Whitchurch made my heat flutter from her cuteness.

“What does he look like?”my son asked and I smiled at least he was being nice he usually causes a bit of trouble but I love him anyway.

“Well he has hair, and a motorcycle that goes vroom vroom and loves Elvis.”she said putting emphasis on each time she said vroom.

He sounded interesting from the way she described her Elvis obsessed uncle.

“Where did you lose him?”

“He was looking for hair stuff and then I saw this doggie and got lost.”she said holding up the toy dog she had been distracted by.

“Ok well come on let’s go and find your Uncle come on.”I decided to pick her up and place her on my hip with one hand securing her bottom and the other one holding my sons hand.

We walked through each aisle hoping to see a uncle that looked like he’d lost something.

I was close to just going to the front desk and asking them to tannoy him to the front when I saw a man with jelled back hair which is firmly holding each dark brown strand.

He was wearing a blue button up, light wash blue jeans and a gold cross necklace that hung around his neck. And he looked like he had indeed lost something or someone. He was actually quite attractive.

“Is that him.”my son asks pointing at the man that’s looking frantically in all the little nooks and crannies.

“Yeah that’s him!”she said clearly getting excited that we’d finally found him.

“Wow......”he said in awe and I looked at him cause it was quite rare that my son was impressed with anyone but me.

“What was that Cole?”I raised an eyebrow eyeing him with a smirk and he widened his eyes like he wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.

“What! I didn’t say anything!”he said and I just chuckled and nodded making my way over to said man.

“Excuse me?”I said and quickly turned around and immediately locked eyes on Michelle and brought her into his arms sighing.

“Oh my goodness thank you so much, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost her don’t ever run away like that again capiche?”

“Capiche.”she repeated as I watched their cute little interaction you could tell they were very close.

“I’m Jesse.”he held his hand out and I accepted it and shook his hand in return. He looked at me and a smirk was placed on his face as he licked his lips.

“Y/n and this is my son Cole.”I say and Cole stands a bit behind me which was weird cause he was never shy.

“Oh are you here with your husband.”he said and I just shook my head and sighed.

“No I’m a single mum just me and Cole.”I said passing my hand through my sons hair as I spoke.

“Really?! Same here this is my daughter Michelle.”he says and I discreetly roll my eyes already knowing that wasn’t true but I decided to play his game.

“Seems like we have something in common.”

“Well maybe we’ll have a lot more in common if you come round for dinner tonight.”I scoffed at his subtle pick up line.

“I don’t know we wouldn’t wanna intrude...”I said switching my weight from one foot to the other but he kept on insisting.

“Well I’ll leave it up to Cole, what do you think Cole should we go.”I said as Cole rapidly nodded his head to say yes and I giggled at the sight as Jesse subtly pumping his fist.

“Ok well can I get your number and I’ll call you to tell you what time to be there.”he said right after he gave Cole a high five and I nodded grabbing a pen and writing it on his arm.

“Make sure that doesn’t wash off see you later Michelle bye Jesse.”I said as me and Cole went to go and find our basket.

“Mummy your still smiling.”He said and I covered my mouth not knowing that I’m still smiling as he frowned.

“Just because he’s cool does not mean that he can steal you away from me....”he said in a low tone clearly embarrassed to say that but it warmed my heart.

“Aw is my baby jealous.”I say picking him up and swinging his around in my arms as he whined.

“Mummy stop!”he whined.

“Don’t worry your my one and only ok.”I said as I scattered kisses around his face.

But what I didn’t know was that a man that was trying to memorise my number was watching up from afar in awe.

#jesse katsopolis x reader #Jesse Katsopolis #Jesse #jesse #full house x reader #full house #Michelle Tanner #single mother #single mother reader #single #supermarket love #lostchild #lost child #jesse x reader

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probablytenderjourneys · 3 years

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jude and cardan headcanons that make my heart warm

Cardan often waits to fall asleep after Jude does because he likes to look at her and see her relaxed, an expression on her face that he rarely sees

every now and then, at revels, a member of the court would say something that is slightly offensive about Jude, not enough for them to be punished but enough to annoy her. Cardan puts a hand on her thigh under the table and gives it a squeeze to calm her down. Surprisingly, it works.

the land loves Jude, and adapts to her very easily despite her mortality. The smells she always liked about Faerie are suddenly more noticeable in the air and sometimes when she walks, flower grow in the shape of her feet.

Cardan is extremely proud and refuses to get rid of the flowers, even if they sometimes grow in their room

at night, when neither can sleep, they go to the gardens and bloom flowers of all kinds. Jude glows with happiness that she finally masters some magic and her expression is enough to lit Cardan on fire. When they return to their room, if they even make it back, they can't keep their hands to themselves.

on lazy nights, they lie in bed, closely embraced and trace each other's scars. Cardan kisses the scar in Jude's palm and Jude pulls Cardan closer to her.

when she's really tired, or overworked(because Jude does not know how to relax) she has nightmares. She dreams of her time in the Undersea, of Nicasia's cruelty and Balekin's lips on hers and when she opens her eyes, in the darkness of the room, Cardan looks too much like him. She whispers softly 'Cardan?' and he wraps his tail around her to pull her closer, as if he could push her into his body, into his soul and keep her safe there. He replies 'I'm here, my love' and starts playing with her hair. She immediately exhales in relief. She is the Queen of Elfhame and she loves Cardan.

Whenever Jude touches Cardan's cheek, or kisses his forehead or hugs him, it's as if Cardan melts into the touch. Before Jude he rarely had the chance to experience comforting, soft touches and now he can't get enough of them. He feels all her love seep into his skin through those touches and once she notices, she finds every opportunity to touch him.

Cardan also has nightmares- sometimes they're about Balekin and the punishment he endured at his brother's hands. These fill Jude with such an anger that she wants to murder Balekin all over again. She vows to Cardan that she'll get revenge on everyone who ever hurt him and since his entire family is dead and therefore not accesible for her to torment them, she finds little ways to make Asha's life a nightmare. Other times, Cardan dreams about losing Jude to the Undersea, and when that happens he screams her name. She touches his cheek and kisses him softly and swears she'll never leave his side.

In public, they always play a game of who can annoy the other more. Their banter is a mystery to the courtiers but they always laugh and although they swear they are annoyed at each other, everyone can see the love in their eyes.

In private, they're all soft touches and I love you's whispered in the dark.

When they're bored, they sneak out of the palace and walk through the rest of the isle. They are in disguise which allows Cardan to practice what he learned from the Roach and Jude to spy and listen to what the people say when they think no one hears.

Cardan loves to visit Vivi and Oak and Orianna, even Madoc, in the mortal world. With time, Madoc learned to accept his defeat. He understands now that while he always said that family comes first, it never did for him, not truly. Now, with the possibility of war and bloodshed forever taken from him, he finally understands that he is grateful to have Orianna at his side, and to watch Oak grow. Orianna left her pretentious manners behind in Faerie and learns to treat Cardan not as the High King, but as a child that needs love and protection and comfort. She cooks his favourite foods when they go to visit, and Madoc starts treating him with respect once he realizes that Cardan can and does make a good king. They sometimes talk strategy, and when Cardan suggets something that surprises Madoc, he proudly clasps a hand on the King's shoulder and gives him half a satisfied smirk. To Cardan, it almost feels as having a father.

Vivi adores when Cardan visits and so does Heather. He's funny and charming and it's so clear that he adores Jude that Vivi can't help being proud and delirious with happiness.

Oak loves when Cardan and Jude visit because Cardan always brings gifts, and chases him around. Jude looks at them with a look that Oak rarely saw while growing up, relaxed and unguarded. Oak loves Cardan for making his sister so happy.

Taryn treats Cardan exactly as she would a brother. Her child is a big crier and it takes ages to calm them down when they start crying. Cardan can calm the baby within seconds, making funny faces and spinning the baby around in his arms. Whenever they visit, Jude and Cardan shower the child with all the love they didn't feel when they were younger.

Taryn and Jude sometimes try to pose as each other to see if they can trick Cardan. They can't. Cardan can guess which one is Jude with barely a glance at them. Jude loves him even more for it. She loves that her husband can tell the difference between them

The Ghost, The Roach and The Bomb visit often too. The Bomb makes toys for Oak and Taryn's baby, The Roach performs tricks with coins and the Ghost plays hide and seek with Oak. Oak can never seem to find him, but he soon picks up a few tricks and it becomes harder and harder for the Ghost to find the kid.

Cardan is happy because he finally has a family that loves him.

Jude's heart swells with joy when she see Cardan becoming more and more comfortable with himself and with the people around him. He once said that he didn't knew if they could take off their armours after wearing them for so long, but he seems like he found a way. His heart is less guarded, and his smiles are brighter. Her heart becomes becomes lighter too.

They never have children of their own, but they love watching the children of their people run around and play at revels. They don't allow any kind of cruelty when it comes to children and if they ever see a parent treating their child wrong, they make sure it won't happen again.

They are feared by their people, Jude with her fierceness and Cardan with his quick wit and sassy mouth. But they are also loved. People fear betraying them because they fear losing the love the King and Queen have for their subjects.

Cardan turns out to be a greater king than Eldred ever was.

Jude becomes quickly admired by their subjects, for her bravery and resilience and everything that she did and does. Young girls are fascinated by her and often come up to their Queen to tell her how they wish to be like her when they grow up.

Jude and Cardan are happy and in love for a long time.

One day, Jude remembers how Balekin asked her if she wanted to become one of them, a long, long time ago.

She asks Cardan if it's possible to turn a mortal into a Faerie and they start researching.

Turns out, it is possible.

Cardan and Jude are happy and in love not only for a long time, but forever.

#tfota #holly black #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude and cardan #high king of elfhame #high queen of elfhame #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #taryn duarte #madoc #orianna #oak #headcanon

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