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the-acid-pear · 5 months

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I got reminded the Lacey's series exists and it really left me confused because... People love and praise that but hate on The Painter?

I want to say it's just bias because Lacey's is very well done style wise (the painter has great art but weak presentation), but Lacey's is pure fucking shock content w little substance. That's why I always hated it. And I still do. It's not even surprising.

And it a way it's fitting for it bc it has that strong 2010s/2000s vibes and horror back then was just like that lmao look at any old creepypasta but it's still edgy as shit.

And I don't want this to be me complaining about that series bc that's not my point what I'm complaining about is how I don't understand how the internet ADORED one but hated the other for arguably the same reasons.

But I also want to complain so see y'all in the tags 👍

#luly talks #disclaimer if you like Lacey's games all power to you in fact I'd like to hear why you like them #but to me they're soooo edgy and boring like god. she's just a papercut creepypasta #down to the woo this normal thing is actually very creepy and corrupted!!! like c'mon man #and it'd be okay if it was just that like ok it's just another project and edgy as fuck one but that's fine #but ppl talk of it like it's so terrifying their hair turned white and their dog died of a heart attack for peeking at the screen like bffr #I've seen miku be scarier and sadder m8 c'mon #it's not bad its just overrated <- possessed by the ghost of 2010s straight UP #like w lacey is just one of those times where if you torture a character too much it just comes out as over the top and you stop caring #there's a trope name for this i dont remember it now tho #the painter at least has my doomer gf and her fucked up dog and gets creative #lacey is everything BUT creative #and its not even a matter of wearing your inspirations on your sleeve bc we all know the painter is so fucking camp so 80s slasher #<- they'd have done a header tho i insist #but like. lacey plays everything so straight and predictably so.#i dont get why ppl adore it it's mediocre at best 😭😭

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only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are · 4 months

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Swipe Right - Part 2

Part 1

CWs: pet whump, medical whump, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, needles, blood draw, stress positions, force feeding solid food

Charlie opened his eyes slowly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to a bright light. His head was pounding.

He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in an unfamiliar cold white room. He was laying on a medical exam bed.

What had happened? He remembered being on a date.. a woman. Her name was something unusual..

Lacey.

He shot upright. At least, he tried to, before he was jerked back.The movement shot waves of dizziness through him, and he groaned.

"Hello, Charlie." A familiar voice cooed.

He shuddered as he opened his eyes to find Lacey standing over him. She was now wearing a pair of white scrubs, with her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

"What.. where am I?" he stammered, realising his arms were bound at his sides to the operating table he lay on, as were his legs.

"Welcome to HPP - Human Pet Providers. Not the most creative name, but we do as advertised." Lacey gestured around the room. "You have been selected as a good candidate for a companion pet."

Charlie had heard of pets, of course, in this sense, but he thought they were a rare priviledge for the uber-rich, and he thought people were only sold for this sort of thing in far-away cities. He thought he had been safe, but he was instead now trapped in a terrifying, nightmarish-reality. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no sound came out.

Lacey reached out a hand and placed it on Charlie's jaw, shutting his mouth. She placed a finger over his lips, and leaned in close. "Sh, darling. You don't have to speak anymore. You don't have to think anymore. I will be taking care of everything now on." She murmured.

She drew back, and waved over to someone out of sight. Four figures in white strode over, their expressions cold and uncaring.

"You may begin the examination."

"My name is Doctor Vaughn." A man with almond-brown skin and dark eyes announced, as he pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves and adjusted his white coat.

The doctor cut apart Charlie's clothes, and pulled the shredded garments off him.

"Don't!" Charlie finally found his voice, protesting the removal of the only things he had on his back in this strange place.

"Oh! He talks." Doctor Vaughn laughed. "It's too bad I don't care."

The man's colleagues collected the remnants of Charlie's clothes, whilst Doctor Vaughn began organising instruments on a steel tray. When they were done, one of the assistants picked up a camera and began taking photos, the harsh light from the flash hurting Charlie's eyes. They positioned him, like a doll, turning him this way and that, tilting his chin and closing in on each and every detail of his skin. Lacey merely stood there, observing impassively. Occasionally, she would make a remark, telling him to relax, to 'not worry' because he didn't need worry in his life anymore. It was uneccessary.

They pulled down a device down from the cieling by its handles, then pressed a button, and the device began sliding back and forth across tracks on the cieling, then side to side.

After a few minutes, the device stopped in place, and beeped softly.

Then, Doctor Vaughn began to examine Charlie more closely. He palpated the muscles in his legs, and took his blood pressure with an inflatable cuff. Then, the Doctor began inspecting everry inch of his body, probing and prodding. He took measurements and notes which were spoken aloud and then written down by another of the people jn scrubs onto a tablet. Doctor Vaughn nodded at one of the measurements, then picked up a syringe. Charlie flinched against the restraints, not that that did anything.

"You will learn, soon enough, that there is no point resisting anymore." Lacey tutted, grasping Charlie's arm and forcing it to relax somewhat in the restraints.

Doctor Vaughn wiped the skin of Charlie's arm with an alcohol swab. He then attached a collection tube to the syringe and lined the needle up with a vein in Charlie's arm. In one swift motion, he inserted the needle into the vein and began to draw Charlie's blood into the tube. Charlie squirmed against the needle, ignoring the growing pinch in his arm. When the tube was full with his blood, Doctor Vaughn exchanged the full tube with an empty one. And when that was full, Charlie watched gratefully as the needle was finally removed from his arm. Doctor Vaughn wiped the blood from the wound and placed a bandage over it.

"He's ready for processing." Doctor Vaughn said, stripping off his gloves and disposing of them and the syringe.

"Excellent." Lacey clapped her hands together and moved to the door, gesturing in several guards wheeeling a hospital gurney. "Transfer him onto the gurney and take him to Room 10."

The guards were far from gentle as they undid Charlie's restraints and lifted him onto the gurney, which they proceeded to tie him down to once more.

"This isn't neccessary, let me go!" Charlie pleaded. "I promise I won't try to escape, I-"

One of the guards slapped him across the face, earning a shocked gasp.

"Hey!" Lacey yelled. "DO NOT damage the merchandise."

She grabbed the guard by his black vest, and easily pinned him against the wall, despite how much smaller she was. "You do that again, I promise you you'll be the next one in my training room. Do you understand me?" She growled, her green eyes glinting with fury.

"I- I understand."

"I understand, ma'am."

"Y- yes, yes, I understand ma'am please let me go-"

With a snarl she dropped the guard and stormed off down the hall, the guards rushing to follow her, two of them pushing Charlie's gurney along beside them.

Charlie felt his heart pound from witnessing what had just happened. It was clear the woman who went by Lacey was just as intimidating as she was beautiful. Charlie shuddered, wondering what she would do to him next. As they rolled him down the endless white hallways, he tried to take a mental note of the path they were taking, but he quickly lost track. All the brightly light paths were the same, with each hall shooting off into more. It was maze-like, and he felt his heart drop as he realised any hope of escape would be slim.

The gurney came to a stop as they arrived at a door marked Room 10. Lacey keyed a code into the door, and the door opened with ease. The guards wheeled his gurney into the room. The room was a wide room, with a padded chair in the centre of the room, which resembled an old dentist's chair Steel trolleys were lined up next to the chair, and white counters lined the walls, with a steel sink and drawers and cabinets.

Lacey helped the guards undo Charlie's restraints, then they grasped his arms and legs and lifted him onto the chair. Immediately, they strapped him down around his middle, wrists, ankles, chest and forehead. As they strapped him down by the wrists, they turned his forearms up to the cieling.

"Please." Charlie tried. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, I do. And I want to." Lacey grinned.

She picked up a box of nitrile gloves off the counter, and slipped a pair on.

"W've completed the physical exam, now it's time for the next part of your induction." Lacey pottered around the room, picking up and setting out tools as the guards took posts around the corners of the room.

"You will be given your number, and from here on you will only be referred to as your number until you are purchased and named by your buyer." Lacey combed her gloved fingers through Charlie's hair, softly, then she yanked hard, and pulled his chin towards her. "You know, we used to shave the heads of you pets. Or box boys, other companies call them." She mused. "Until I reminded the Director that there's so much more to do with you when you have beautiful long hair."

Fear and humiliation roiled in Charlie's stomach as Lacey manipulated the arms of the chair so that his arms were spread out, and then pushed a button on the chair which caused it to recline. She slipped on a pair of nitrile gloves and pulled a stool up beside Charlie.

"It's time to mark you as HPP property." She picked up a tattoo gun. The buzzing started before Charlie even registered what was happening.

Charlie's world exploded into pain. Sharp, scratching pain, as though a cat with a particular distaste towards him had been unleashed upon his arm and then decided to tread all over his fresh wounds. His head spun. By the time he cleared his head enough to look down at his arm and the source of the pain, on his pale arm was a barcode with small numbers inscribed below. '05794' it read.

"What the hell.." Charlie gasped weakly.

"You will be referred to by this number until you are purchased and brought to your new owner. I, as your Handler, will be able to access any of your information, including your medical files, through that barcode with a tablet." Lacey explained. "Useful little idea of mine, isn't it?"

Charlie winced as she wrapped up his fresh tattoo.

"Now, the tattoo is only a backup for this." Lacey picked up a metal band, and undid the restraint around his arm so that she could open the cuff and place it around his wrist. As the cuff clicked into place above the tattoo, a fresh pain exploded into his skin as two small needles shot out from the cuff and buried themselves into his skin.

"Ah!" Charlie gasped, trying to yank his arm away, but Lacey was far to quick for him and tied his arm back down to the chair. The cuff had a small screen across it, like a smartwatch.

"The cuff will monitor your vitals as well as being the main access point for your medical data and other information."

"Great. So you can make sure you don't kill me when you torture me." Charlie huffed. "Tell me Lacey, do you kidnap and torture all your dates?"

"Oh, Charlie. You were fished - HPP quite often has their agents use dating apps to select good candidates for their program. You can learn a lot about someone based off their dating profile.." Lacey explained.

"You can't do this, I'm a human being! I'm not your toy!" Charlie protested.

"You will now be known by your number, 05794, until you are purchased and renamed by your owner." Lacey ignored his protests and grasped his chin, her blood-red fingernails just lightly digging into his skin. "You are not a person anymore. You gave over that right when you walked in this door and signed your life away, your home, your individualty, your name, your freedom... everything that made you human."

"But I didn't sign-"

Charlie was cut off by a sharp pain in the muscle of his neck, he gasped in pain and bucked against his restraints, spotting a syringe out of the corner of his eye, from which Lacey was injecting a clear serum into him.

His vision blurred, and his eyelids grew heavy. He could close them, just for a moment..

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When he opened his eyes, he had been sure he'd just blinked, but he found himself now laying down a small mattress against the back wall of a small room.

Charlie clambered to his feet, finding his legs shaky, but he needed to examine his surroundings. He held out a hand to steady himself, and as he did so his hand brushed against something. It was a metal cuff, hammered into the wall. He shuddered, and subconsioucly his fingers found the cuff around his right wrist. A tattoed barcode, on his left wrist.

He remembered- what did he remember? He remembered the date, the cafe, being drugged, waking up in another room, being clinically examined and 'processed' and then.. nothing.

He was wearing a thin white v-neck shirt and white boxers as he paced around the small, white cell. His bed was nothing but a simple cot on the floor, with a thin, threadbare blanket. In one corner was a very basic bathroom. There was a metal toilet, resembling one of those horrible toilets seen in jails, and a sink. The shower only consisted of a showerhead protruding from the wall and a drain in the floor. A towel lay folded up on a small table by the shower, with three small bottles, which were labeled 'shampoo', 'conditioner' and 'body wash' respectively.

Across the room were various sets of 3 metal cuffs spread around the walls and the floor. The far wall of the room resembled a large mirror, with a door in the centre of it. The door had a small cutout in the bottom which was currently shut. Charlie assumed that the mirror was one of those two way mirrors. The whole room was painted white and illuminated with cool white lights. He shuddered, and took a step back towards the cot, fear and anxiety manifesting in his stomach as a swirl of nasea. The instant he moved, he was startled by the sound of a voice, coming from the corners of the small room.

"Attention, new pet. Welcome to Human Pet Providers. This room is where your primary room while you are in the facility. Twenty minutes before meal time, a bell will sound two times."

The automated-sounding female voice paused, and a bell chimed twice.

"At the sound of this bell, you will begin practising various positions with the use of the cuffs around the room. Your Trainer will arrive shortly to demonstrate the positions with you. After the twenty minutes, the bell will sound again, three thrice."

The bell chimed three times.

"Then, your food will be delivered. If you have not completed 20 minutes of positions, you will not recieve any food."

There was silence and Charlie waited for the voice to tell him anything else about his room, or the facility, or how they would know if he did his training. But there was only silence, before the loud chime sounded twice.

A moment later, the door to the rood swung open, allowing Lacey inside. "It's time for you first training."

She stepped into the room, striding towards Charlie. She guided him towards a set of chains on one wall.

"Squat with your back against the wall." Lacey ordered.

Not seeing much point in resisting, he did as she said. She cuffed his feet to the wall, then cuffed his arms together above his head. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was fine for the first minute.

"You can pick which positions you do before each meal. You can do four for five minutes each, or spend more or less time as you prefer.

Two minutes in, and his legs were burning as she spoke. His knees trembled, and he felt a sharp tug on his wrists and biceps as his arms were forced to take his weight and were almost yanked from their sockets.

"Grrnnngh- make it- stop-" Charlie ground out, his whole body shaking with pain.

She pressed a button on the metal cuff on his right wrist and his arms were released from their restraints. She pressed a button on each of his ankles, and then he was released at his legs also. His legs, now as wobbly as jello, gave out beneath him and he sank to the floor.

When he had caught his breath, she took him through several more positions - from ones that forced him to kneel, to more that kept his arms forced into uncomfortable positions. Each one made his limbs burn and his body be exposed to the trainer.

When finally the chime alerted them to meal time, she released the restraints for the last time and he sank to the floor, chest heaving and his cheeks burning. The slot in the door opened, and a tray was slid through, which Lacey picked up and brought over to Charlie. There was a sandwhich, a cup of water and a plastic bowl of broth. The cutlery was plastic too, and the bowl of broth was only luke-warm - likely to stop inmates using anything as a weapon. There was also a paper cup with half a dozen different coloured and sized pills.

"Good pet." Lacey cooed, running a hand through his hair. "Now, eat up. You need your strength."

As he sat, she picked up the bowl of broth and began to spoon-feed him. He tried to pull away, but she grabbed his head, locking it in place.

"Shhh, '794. The sooner you accept you no longer have any control, the easier this will all be."

She finished feeding him the broth, then fed him the sandwhich, closing his lips together when he refused to swallow, and finally he gave in. She helped him take a few sips of water, before she held out the pill cup. Charlie made a keening sound - it was embarrasing, and he blushed furiously, but he wasn't strong enough for this. The trainer forced his jaw open, uncaring, and poured the pills into his mouth along with some water, before forcing his lips shut, and massaging his throat. The motion triggered his gag-reflex, and he swallowed, the pills burning his throat. Charlie coughed and spluttered, as Lacey pulled herself off the floor, carrying the tray, as she headed to the door.

"Sleep well, pet. You'll need it. This is just the beginning of your training." Lacey drawled.

With that, she left the room, leaving Charlie behind on the floor of the cell, tears trickling down his cheeks as he curled his body up into a ball for comfort.

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Shared Spaces

Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Reader

Prompt: 12. "That is my side of the bed and you know it."

WC: 739

Charlotte dropped both of your bags by the door as the two of you shuffled slowly into the hotel room. This show had taken it out of both of you. Charlotte's title match against Sonya had been a lot more intense than anybody had expected before. They had really shown everybody why they had deserved to be on the Royal Rumble card instead of pushed back to the next week's Smackdown episode. You had been ambushed by Lacey Evans backstage because everybody else simply refused to work with her, and you were a last resort. Hopefully she wouldn't be there much longer after your angle, so it wouldn't have to happen again.

"I don't think a bed has ever looked so appealing to me in my entire life," Charlotte said as she looked at the bed in the center of the room. There had been some room assignment trading in order for you to get this room with Charlotte, but you didn't mind. The two of you almost got a double bed, but this one would do. It wasn't like you'd be sleeping in separate spaces anyways. Everything was shared when it could be, including cars. You would have liked driving, but Charlotte insisted on it because she always got the two of you there faster. Her methods were sketchy, but effective.

"You know, there were nights at NXT where I dreamed of being able to afford this for a night. Right now, it looks so fucking uncomfortable. Are you sure we couldn't have just driven the extra few hours to North Carolina? I would have been fine to drive," you told her. Charlotte shook her head as she pulled you towards the bed. She sat down and leaned her forehead against your stomach. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck and shoulders. Charlotte had been spoiling you a lot being off from work, but still travelling with you. The rentals that the company got for the two of you were fine, but Charlotte liked either going the extra mile or using one of her own cars. She would get you the nicest hotels that she could find, so the Holiday Inn was a bit of a downgrade. This was definitely the nicest Holiday Inn you had ever been in, but it wasn't exactly 5 stars.

"This is fine, stop being a snob," Charlotte teased, as if she wasn't the reason for it. You rolled your eyes as you moved away from her to change. Charlotte had been smart and decided on wearing sweats out of the arena, unlike you. The direction of your character was somewhat linked to Charlotte's. People had seen too many sightings of the two of you together for it to just be left alone. Creative had agreed on letting Charlotte be your "mentor" despite that not being the nature of your true relationship. Charlotte had trained with you, but she hadn't really mentored you all that much. The two of you were prone to getting distracted during your in-ring training sessions.

"What the hell do you think you're doing miss?" You couldn't believe what you were seeing in front of you. Charlotte knew that you were particular about certain things and where you started laying at the beginning of the night was one of them. You would end up on top of Charlotte by the morning, but you needed to start off on your side of the bed wrapped up like a mummy under the blankets.

"I'm saving us steps because it's kind of cold in here," Charlotte replied flatly. There weren't that many blankets, so you could excuse not being able to cocoon for the night, but Charlotte was not sleeping on your side of the bed for the night.

"Absolutely not. That is my side of the bed and you know it. Scooch," you told her. Charlotte shook her head and just pulled you into the bed with her.

"And for that, I'm revoking blanket privileges for the next ten minutes. So either cuddle up or freeze." You didn't like ultimatums, but the longer you were in the main part of the hotel room, the colder you realized that it was. Reluctantly, you relaxed into Charlotte's arms and let her hold you as she started to fall asleep. She was out before the ten minutes was up, so you could just get under the blankets once she was asleep.

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sjsmith56 · 13 days

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So Far Apart, Chapter 17 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Still stunned by Bucky’s behaviour, Lacey decides to move to the city, hoping for a more normal life. After giving himself up, Bucky undergoes assessment before he is allowed to live in Brooklyn.

Length: 4.6 K

Characters: Lacey, Terry, Tommy. Bucky, Sam, John Walker, Flag Smashers.

Warnings: idiots in love, Bucky feeling adrift.

Author notes: This chapter covers several episodes of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Rather than duplicate all the dialogue I chose to paraphrase the interactions with the characters and create new dialogue where needed. In making the Wattpad mood board for this chapter I put the title in an open space and realized that "So Far Apart" didn't just refer to Bucky and Lacey but also to the dynamics between Lacey and Clint, forcing her to leave the safety of the farm, Bucky and Dr. Raynor, Bucky and Leah, Bucky and Isaiah Bradley, and finally Bucky and Sam. I love serendipitous discoveries like that. Please reblog and comment as it helps the creative process.

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Lacey didn't want to hear it anymore so she walked outside in the middle of Clint telling her again about Bucky trying to give him a letter to her. As she could hear his anger erupting even further she walked towards the tree house, wiping the tears away from her face. She wished Clint had taken the letter so she could at least begin to understand why Bucky left her. There had to be a reason but until she heard it from Bucky herself everything else was speculation. Her phone, stuck in the back pocket of her jeans, rang and she pulled it out, standing in the middle of the field.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Lacey," said the clipped accented voice of Shuri. "I thought you would be at the memorial."

"I couldn't," replied Lacey. "Was Bucky there?"

"Yes, he was there," said Shuri carefully. "He looked terrible, like a man full of regret."

"Good," said Lacey. "What did he tell you?"

"That he made a terrible decision and hurt someone he loves," said the young scientist diplomatically. "Based on what he told me I think it was his PTSD that was talking."

"Well, I guess that can always be used as an excuse," replied Lacey bitterly. "He left me in the middle of sex, Shuri. Pulled out, took the condom off, said we were a mistake and left. What kind of man does that?"

Shuri sighed. "A man who is still afraid of his memories," she said patiently. "He had a vision of something the Soldier did and it frightened him as he thought he was capable of doing it to you. He flinched when I touched his arm; a sign of regression.

Lacey could feel her throat constricting as sobs threatened to overwhelm her. She breathed deeply several times trying to deal with it.

"Then it would have been better if he stayed away until he could deal with them," she finally said. "I can't be jerked around like that; not by any man. You tell him when he has his shit together I'll talk to him. Until then he should just stay away."

Shuri sighed again. This was going to be harder than she thought. "He has already turned himself in and we are leaving for Wakanda within the hour," she stated. "I don't know when I will see him again."

"Well, that's unfortunate for him then," answered Lacey curtly, then she softened her tone. "Look, I still love him but he hurt me deeply when he did that. Tommy is devastated. Until Bucky fixes himself Tommy and I can't be around him. If that's harsh then that's how it is. Thank you for trying though."

She broke the connection and kneeled down in the grass, feeling like she wanted to throw up. At first she was going to stay here on the farm but with Clint being so angry at Bucky she wasn't sure that was good for her and Tommy either. She heard her name and saw Terry coming towards her. Surprisingly he had said nothing derogatory about Bucky which surprised her. Standing up she faced her big brother.

"Clint is still pissed," he said. "I'm beginning to wonder if maybe it's time we moved on."

"I was just thinking that," she replied. "I could buy a new farm but honestly, I'm missing city life right now."

"How do you feel about moving to Philadelphia?" he asked. "I just got a text from my renter. They're moving out. Three bedrooms, penthouse. It's the only thing I own outright. Nancy will be nearby as well."

"I accept," said Lacey. "There's a school nearby, right? As long as I walk Tommy to and from school he should be safe. What will you do?"

"I've put out feelers to the university about coaching," he replied. "I think I would be good at it. Being around Tommy helped put things into perspective."

"You haven't said anything about Bucky," she stated.

He took a deep breath and looked away briefly. "Before you came down the stairs that night he and I were having a good talk," he said. "I think whatever he said to you, whatever he did, came from a place of fear that overwhelmed him. He was likely afraid of physically hurting you because that's the only thing I can see making him leave you. He just needs to find himself again. Then you have to forgive him."

"I don't know if I can," replied Lacey. "I don't know if Tommy can."

"You forgave me," he declared. "I was terrible to you many times over. Your forgiveness saved me. At some point you can save him with three words. That's the last I'll say about it."

They walked back to the house where Laura had finally succeeded in calming Clint down. Lacey thanked them for sheltering them for so long then announced that she, Tommy and Terry were planning to live in Philadelphia.

"What about your safety?" asked Clint. "You'll be visible there."

"If Sharon Carter could find me here I can be found anywhere," said Lacey. "I'll let SHIELD know and see if Wong can put a protection spell on the apartment. It's a penthouse, with its own elevator, right?"

She looked at Terry for confirmation. "Yeah, it's very secure," he replied. "I rented it out when Lacey asked me to live here during the Blip. Now that your family is back it's better if we give you your privacy. I'll be there. We can walk Tommy to and from school. It's time we started living normally."

Three weeks later they said goodbye to the Bartons and began the long drive to Philadelphia. They stopped in Toledo staying at a motel for the night then drove the rest of the way the following day with both of them sharing the driving. When they arrived at the apartment building the concierge let them into the underground parking and handed the pass keys to Terry, welcoming him back after his time away. The trip up the elevator took only a minute and when they got out Terry was happy to see his tenants had kept it up. The furniture and appliances still looked good and it was obvious a cleaning company had been in.

"They even bought us new bedding," he called out when he went into his room. "Nice people." He went out and picked up Tommy's bag leading him to a bedroom. "This can be your room. We'll get a desk and a computer for school work. There's a sports field nearby where we can toss the football around."

Tommy hugged his uncle while Lacey went to the third bedroom and put her bag on the bed. She could hear the traffic noise outside but it wasn't as bad as she expected. As she pulled her clothes out of the bag the origami heart fell out, along with the picture of Bucky in Bucharest. She picked both up and looked at them, then placed them in the nightstand with a sigh. Why did loving someone have to be so hard sometimes?

After a major grocery shopping expedition, and a phone call to the school for an appointment to register Tommy the next day the three of them sat down to a meal and began what they hoped would be a relatively normal life in Philadelphia. Terry was successful in becoming the receiver's coach for the university football team and would be checking in there the following day. Lacey had already advised her publisher of the move. Her bank account was healthy and she had an idea for her fourth book. She would be able to write in the apartment without interruption once Tommy began school. It was a new start and she would make the best of it.

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It was the Hotel Inessa in Russia. The Soldier burst through the wall and took out the entire security detail of his target, a Russian oligarch. Then he grasped the target around the throat and squeezed.

"Hail HYDRA" were the only words he said just before the man slumped to the ground, dead.

The sound of a man breathing in fear and trying to put a key in a lock reached him and he looked to his left. A witness. Taking several steps towards him the Soldier focussed his attention on the man who was whimpering now, turning towards him in fear. Calmly he took the gun out of his holster, aimed it right between the man's eyes and pulled the trigger.

Bucky sat up, breathing heavily, as he woke from the nightmare. Ever since he started living in Brooklyn, it was this particular nightmare that haunted him. Even leaving the TV and the hallway light on didn't stop it. He sat there, trying to calm himself. The worst part was that until he made amends it wouldn't stop but this atonement was the hardest one yet. Hard because he made friends with the victim's father, Yori, and knew the man still suffered over the murder of his son. Sighing he got up off the makeshift bed he made on the floor. Bed, he smirked, ... it was a blanket and a couch cushion. Stepping into the shower he ran some shampoo through his now short hair and washed his face and body, rinsing off and stepping out within five minutes. The shaver took off some of the excess stubble from his jaw and chin, just enough so it wasn't a beard. He liked the feel of it when he rubbed his jaw with his flesh hand. After looking at himself in the mirror he turned away, disappointed with the man he saw.

After spending a month in a secure facility, then another month undergoing psychiatric evaluation he had finally been deemed "safe" to live amongst people. They even gave him his army pension, adjusted for the length of time he was a prisoner of HYDRA, also adjusted for inflation. It was enough to rent this small flat and eat out once in a while. His lawyer was still working on the claim for compensation; he had all the files from HYDRA which showed that certain high-ranking Army officials at the time, who were also HYDRA agents, knew he was alive and being tortured into becoming the Fist of HYDRA. Bucky figured it would be a long time, if ever, before he saw any of it.

He went to what was supposed to be his bedroom but really was just where he kept his clothes and put on his black jeans, long sleeve black T-shirt and black boots. Running his flesh hand through his still damp hair he styled it, somewhat, then noticed the picture of Lacey, stuck into the frame of the dresser mirror. It was the one he took from her place, the one the CIA confiscated when they arrested him in Leipzig. His lawyer went through a lot of trouble to get Bucky's possessions from that arrest returned to him. The only possessions he really cared about were that picture, her first and second book, the crucifix Eleni gave him, and his memory books. Even though he knew he had irreparably damaged the relationship with Lacey forever he still liked looking at the picture, reminding him of that day and night they spent together. He did wish he had a picture of Tommy, especially with his birthday coming up. With regret he realized he didn't have an address to send a birthday present to him. Some father.

Grabbing his black jacket he whirled out of the apartment and took the bus to his appointment with Dr. Raynor, his therapist. They were like oil and water. She wanted him to talk while he just wanted to be left alone. She brought up that he hadn't answered any texts from Sam. There was a reason for that ... Sam had given the shield to the Smithsonian deciding he wasn't up to being Captain America. Bucky knew he couldn't talk to him without the bitterness of that decision rearing its head.

Once again Dr. Raynor went over the three rules; don't do anything illegal, don't hurt anyone, and make sure the people he was atoning to knew he was no longer the Winter Soldier. He was James Bucky Barnes. It was exhausting talking to her and while he had no doubt about her qualifications he wished he could have had someone else. She didn't know about Lacey and Tommy; at least she hadn't said anything about them and he wanted to keep it that way.

After he left his therapy appointment he headed out for lunch and came across his friend, Yori, in the middle of an argument with a neighbour, Unique, or as he said like Monique but with a U because he was unique. Bucky did all he could to keep his eyes from rolling on that reasoning. To his embarrassment Yori set him up on a date with Leah, the server at the sushi bar they went to. Still, she agreed to it and he decided to follow through.

The following evening he showed up at the sushi bar with a bouquet of flowers because that's what guys did in his day. To her it was funny, describing the gesture as an old fashioned thing to do and he found himself on the defensive from the get go. She was nice but she wasn't Lacey and he found it uncomfortable when she brought up Yori's son, R.J. Partway through the meal Bucky excused himself, to Leah's confusion and went straight to Yori's apartment, intending to confess to R.J.'s death but he couldn't get the words out and instead paid Yori some money he owed him. That night he had the nightmare again and woke up on the floor, feeling like shit, once more.

A few days later Bucky received a gut punch when the American government announced a new Captain America on live TV, a man by the name of John Walker, a three time Medal of Honor winner. Bucky sat on the floor watching Walker's interview on TV and couldn't believe the bullshit coming out of the guy's mouth, especially when he described Steve as being like a brother to him. The sour taste in Bucky's mouth at that point was almost enough to make him throw up. He received a text the following day from Sam that he was going to Munich on a mission. Angry at him for what he considered a betrayal of everything Steve stood for Bucky showed up at the base, flashed his veteran's ID and went to the hangar that Sam would leave from. As Sam came down the stairs with Torres to board the aircraft Bucky walked right up to him and told him he shouldn't have given up the shield. Sam ignored the anger in Bucky's voice and kept walking, until he couldn't ignore what Bucky said next.

"You knew this would happen?" demanded Bucky.

"No, I didn't know," replied Sam. "The shield was supposed to be retired, never to be associated with any other man. I was just as blindsided by this as you were."

"Tell them you want it back," stated Bucky.

"I can't do that," answered Sam, frustrated. "I can't tell them I changed my mind just because I don't agree with their decision."

They went back and forth some more, each getting angrier and more frustrated with the other until Sam put his foot down and told Bucky he had something more important to deal with. He brought up a picture on his cell phone of a man with a black mask, covered by a red hand and told Bucky the guy was strong, too strong. Bucky wasn't impressed so Sam told him about the Flag Smashers and how they were causing incidents across Europe. Then they got into a nonsensical conversation about the big three, aliens, androids and wizards. In frustration Bucky invited himself along on the flight to Munich on a military cargo plane, picking up a go bag he just happened to bring. After changing into fighting clothes, and setting himself up with a comms piece, he sat and glared at Sam the entire flight. Suddenly Lt. Torres, the intelligence officer on board, called out 30 seconds and Sam jumped out of the aircraft using his wings. Bucky asked for a chute, was told there wasn't one and with a cocking of his head, tore his left sleeve off, jumping out of the aircraft without one being only 200 feet up. Crashing through the trees below him Bucky landed on the ground, flat on his back, only to have Sam laughingly tell him it was all on camera. Sam sent Red Wing to guide Bucky to where he was, inside a building where the Flag Smashers were loading a hijacked shipment of suspected weapons into different trucks.

When Sam used Red Wing's instrumentation to see a person sitting inside the back of the truck just before it and another truck left they interpreted it as a possible hostage situation. As Sam flew out of the warehouse Bucky ran, catching up quickly to the truck and opening the back door to get inside.

"These are all filed with medicines," said Bucky, once he was inside. Suddenly a young woman shyly poked her head out from behind one of the containers and Bucky greeted her. She went back behind the container and Sam's voice asked him what was going on. She came out again, looking scared. "I found a girl. She looks terrified."

A smile broke across her face and she kicked Bucky in the chest, right out of the truck and onto the front of the truck behind. He swore as he held on to the grille of the truck. She put a Flag Smashers mask on then leaped onto the cab of the second truck at the same time he was pulled up by two other mask wearing men. The three of them began beating him so Sam sent Red Wing to fire on them but the woman leaped up, grabbed it and destroyed it. In response, Sam landed on the truck and engaged the woman but she tossed him to the other truck which also had three mask wearing people on it and soon found himself on his back. Just as one of the Flag Smashers was about to hurt him an object came out of the sky, hitting the man and knocking him over. As both Sam and Bucky watched, the new Captain America, John Walker, and his second, Lemar Hoskins, landed on top of the moving trucks from a helicopter. Using the shield Walker was able to knock several of the others off. The other Flag Smashers resumed their attack and Bucky fell off the side, using his vibranium arm to slow his descent and hang on. Trapped underneath the chassis of the truck he was unable to get back up. Sam flew alongside of him just as the chassis began to come apart. Flying directly into him Sam grabbed Bucky and flew him through to the other side of the truck, rolling over and over until they came to rest in a field.

He lay on his back after rolling off Sam, looking up at the sky. "I think you were right about them," he announced grimly. "They're too strong. They have to be super soldiers."

"Tell me something I don't know," groaned Sam, still hurting from the tumble into the field.

They pulled themselves up and made their way to the road, both wondering how there were suddenly a group of super soldiers on the loose. While they walked an army vehicle drove up beside them with Walker and Hoskins in it. Walker talked to them about working together which irritated Bucky to no end. They finally agreed to take a ride back to the airport with them and Sam told the other two that those people were super soldiers. As they talked back and forth Bucky finally had enough with what he saw as two guys who didn't understand what they were really up against and he got out of the vehicle, walking towards a nearby town. Walker tried to convince Sam to join him and Hoskins but even Sam felt insulted by the attitude and also got out, catching up with Bucky.

"I'm not working with him, Sam," declared Bucky, turning suddenly. "Neither of them. They don't have a fucking clue."

"Look, I know you're still pissed about the shield," said Sam diplomatically. "He seems to think we owe him our assistance which considering how he talked down to both of us is the last thing either of us wants. But we can't allow ourselves to be affected to the point where we're on the outside, looking in."

They arrived at the train station and were able to purchase a couple of tickets to the airport. Neither said anything on the trip there and even on the flight Bucky sat brooding while Sam observed him. Bucky brought up taking the shield back but Sam pointed out the last time that happened Sharon had to go underground and both he and Steve were on the run for two years. Grimly, Bucky stood up and sat next to Sam, then looked at him seriously.

"You need to meet someone," he said quietly.

He wouldn't say anything more until they landed back in the States. After changing into civilian clothes they took a train to Baltimore and Bucky took Sam to an ordinary two story house. He knocked on the door and it opened to a young black man who looked suspiciously at both of them.

"We want to see Isaiah, please," said Bucky.

The young man who answered refused to let them in until Bucky said one more thing. "Look, tell him the guy from Goyang is here," he answered. "He's knows who I am."

The young man closed the door while they waited. Bucky offered little explanation and Sam began to wonder what was really going on. When they entered there was an old black man standing in a darkened living room, defiantly staring at them, especially Bucky. When he spoke to Bucky his voice was full of venom.

Bucky introduced Sam to him as Isaiah Bradley. By the conversation between Bucky and the old man Sam realized that Isaiah was another super soldier, one unknown to history. He had defeated the Winter Soldier in a physical confrontation in 1951, destroying his artificial arm. Isaiah's anger and bitterness spilled out of him as he detailed the reward he got from the military after defeating the Soldier, 30 years in prison and countless experiments performed on him as they tried to duplicate the serum that had worked on him. Bucky told him about the other super soldiers he and Sam encountered. But Isaiah didn't want to hear about it and ordered them out of his house. Sam was angry as they walked down the steps. Angry that there had been a black super soldier but no one knew about it. Angry that Bucky never told him before that day. Bucky explained he never told anyone about Isaiah, knowing that the man just wanted to live in peace.

Before Sam could say anything more a police siren sounded near them and two policemen got out of their squad car. Sam looked grimly at Bucky, expecting to be harassed for yelling at a white man. As the situation escalated Bucky finally asked if they knew who Sam was. Looking closely at them one of the cops whispered they were Avengers and suddenly their whole attitude changed. Another squad car pulled up with its lights flashing. The first two officers came back and apologetically told Bucky he was under arrest for missing his therapy appointment. Looking resigned at Sam, Bucky went with the two policemen, offered his hands to be cuffed and allowed himself to be put in the police car. Sam made his way to the station and waited to see if he could bail him out.

After some time an older woman approached him and introduced herself as Dr. Raynor, Bucky's therapist. At first Sam thought she had bailed Bucky out but she told him she had nothing to do with it. At that moment Walker and Hoskins walked in, indicating they had Bucky released on condition that he and Sam work with them. Dr. Raynor protested that Bucky's therapy wasn't finished but Walker claimed jurisdiction on him. Irritated at having her therapy schedule affected she ordered both Bucky and Sam into an interview room for a quick session. She tried several different techniques with them, seeing the hostility between them but neither would budge so she ordered them to face each other and gaze into each other's eyes, which disintegrated into a staring contest. Finally she got Bucky to share why he was so aggravated with Sam.

"Why did you give the shield back?" asked Bucky. "Steve believed that you could do this, could take his place. He believed in you and you act like it was nothing."

"You know nothing about it," said Sam defensively.

"So he was wrong for wanting the shield to go to someone he trusted," interrupted Bucky, his voice rising. "At least it looks that way to me. Maybe he was wrong about other people as well. Maybe...."

His voice broke and he couldn't complete the sentence as he glared angrily at Sam, who looked at him with a combination of sympathy and disappointment.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," replied Sam. "You likely won't understand because ...." Sam couldn't finish his sentence but Bucky could guess what he was going to say. He looked down, not accepting Sam's words which made the man angry. "We don't have time for this shit right now. Let's focus on the job we have to do and then we don't ever have to talk again. Okay? You happy?"

Sam got up and left. Dr. Raynor looked at Bucky, feeling that she had totally missed the mark on this session. Bucky left right after giving her a look from the doorway that said plenty. Outside Walker and Hoskins were waiting for them and once again asked Bucky and Sam to join them. Once again they declined. As they walked away Walker told them to stay out of his way. When they were some distance from the other two Bucky brought up that HYDRA might be involved and if it was there was someone they needed to bring in on the mission. Sam looked at Bucky in disbelief at first. He thought about it for a several moments then stopped.

"Alright, let's go see Zemo."

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #buckybarnes original female character #sam wilson #john walker #flag smashers #fatws bucky

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deadlypastelcutieart · 8 months

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Here's my brand new design for my Fursona! This time I gave her a new name! Special thanks to my bestie @havinganidentitycrisis for giving me some ideas for my newly designed fursona! ^ ^

(Note: This sona is not related to my art sona, Deadly. This character will be used for different art projects, etc.)

Name: Clove Foxglove

Age: 23:

Species: Sheep/Wolf

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Likes:

Fluffy Sweaters

Ribbons and Bows

Lacey clothing

Soft blankets

Fairy tales/Fables

Going on adventures

Baking

Gardening

Art/Illustration

J-fashion

Music boxes

Sewing

Writing stories

Magic and witchcraft

Dislikes:

Loud noises

Being bullied

Being blamed for everything even if it’s small things

Being talked behind her back

People telling her to toughen up in a harsh way

Being called evil

Having her plants ruined

Rude people

Description:

Clove is a very bubbly but shy sheep who isn’t the best at socializing with strangers but will be happy to talk if you're nice to her. She lives in a big cottage in a quiet forest where she spends her days making artworks and cooking some delicious warm foods in her kitchen.

She loves reading fairy tales and fables that she even gets inspirations for clothes from them and even creates her own stories.However she would often hide her works from strangers due to the fear of being judged and being mocked for. Which is why she would write and draw only in her cottage or in quiet spots in the forest. But she’ll only show her works to her friends that she feels safe in sharing with.

Clove may be the cute and shy type but she’s never afraid of strange and unusual kinds of creatures. Even the horrific ones! And she can even be a bit of a rebel and doesn't like listening to those she finds bossy or threatening.

However if threatened or feeling anger, that triggers her wolf side which causes her to uncontrolably growl and attack others.

Favorite movies:

Wolf Children

Marcell the Shell with shoes on

Belle

The classic Disney films from the 1930’s to 1950’s (Cinderella, Snow White, Bambi, Sleeping Beauty, Alice in Wonderland, Pinnochio.)

Steven Universe movie

Favourite shows:

MAD (Cartoon Network)

Puella magi madoka magica

Steven Universe

We Bare Bears

Summer Camp Island

Over the Garden Wall

Favourite Games:

Bendy and the ink machine/Bendy and the dark revival

Pokemon series

Night in the woods

Little Misfortune

Animal crossing series

Cult of the lamb

Backstory:

Clove was born as an unusual little lamb. Due to a curse a group of witches casted on her family, their daughter was born as a half wolf, and half sheep. This shocked her parents and that caused the spread of fear and panic over her. Worrying that she might eat and kill them all. But her parents refused to listen to the rumors and fear and keep her as their daughter. Even if she was half-wolf, they’ll do their best to make her happy and feel welcomed into their home.

As Clove grew into a little girl, She began to take interest in the arts and spent lots of time drawing pictures and showing them to her mom and dad. The two were happy that she became so talented and creative. They even gave her a new sketchbook to draw! But not only that her parents even gave her books to read, and with that she started to get interested into fairy tales. Especially the ones that have princesses and have a happy ending! Clove really loves these stories so much that she begain writing her own stories in her sketchbook. And would read them to her parents! They really loved how her daughter has grown!

However, one day when she was taken to school and many of the lambs made fun of her black wool and her strange apperance, Clove felt fits of rage that she never felt before and suddenly scratched one of the students that bullied her with her sharp claws. This caused many of the other lambs to panic and run away from her as the rumor was true! And unfortunately that angered all the sheep in the village and demanded her parents to send her away. But her mom and dad refused to take their daughter away.

However when confronted by the angry villagers that were surrounding her parents home and kept calling her threatening names she grew angrier, and that caused her to transform into a wolf. But without harming anyone she growled and scared away the angry villagers from coming to her house. When she changed back after calming down her parents was shocked at what happend. Clove unfortunately started to freak out and immediately left her house and away from the village. Never to be seen again. For the safety of her parents, and the people of the wooly village.

After Clove ran deep in the woods far away, she discovered an old and abandoned cottage. She decided to make this cottage and the forest her new home and has taken care of it very well. She cleaned inside, gave it some fresh paint, and decorated it to make it her own. To this day, Clove remains in the forest and has gotten really comfortable living there and living peacefully away from anyone else. She became an introvert but is hoping to find some friends somewhere in the forest.

Inspirations:

The idiom and fable “Wolf in sheep’s clothing”

Cult of the lamb

Pastel goth aesthetic

Animal crossing villagers

Fairytale core

Children’s storybooks

#my art #original art #fursona #Clove Foxglove #sheep #wolf #wolf in sheep's clothing #character reference sheet #original character #OC

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melsie-sims · 10 months

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I absolutely love the way you have your sims be aware of the game mechanics in your stories <3 I thought that now that Windy Valley is back it would be a good time to say this, as I think this ever since you first started Windy Valley. May I ask how you've decided to start doing this?

I'm guessing you mean how I decided to start writing in this particular style, where sims are self-aware. If not, sorry!! Please send me another ask with what you actually want me to answer. LOL

So my writing lately has been heavily inspired by some great sim content creators I follow. Mostly AnotherPlumbob (Puck) and his Lacey Legacy over on Sims twitter. Somebody else that does this really well is @eurosimmer with the Strong Legacy. I'm trying to think of who else does this (I'm not the only one!) but I'm drawing a blank.

Personally I just think it's fun, quirky, and it helps explain some less realistic aspects of sims (like aliens/other occults, weirdly dressed townies, other glitches, etc). I know when I was doing my Sims 4 BACC a year or so ago I was trying very hard to keep things ~realistic (although even then I was doing some fourth wall breaks... just not at this level) and it was really suffocating my creative flow. Now I can just do whatever the heck I want and say "it's just a sims thing".

I also find this way of writing SUPER useful for challenges like BACC where everything about a sim's existence is super goal-oriented. If a sim knows they have to accomplish goals to get into a career or unlock a new townie, or do anything in life that they want, I can use it to push a story along... or just explain why they're grinding a skill for hours on end every day. Actually using the game to drive my story is my main goal. I love the randomness of it all!

I hope this helps! I love answering these types of asks so much!

#sims 4 #sims 2 #just chatting #ask reply #dm reply #ask me questions #ask me anything

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wonderpetals · 1 year

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good morning friends old and new! now that i am back in the swing of tumblr i wanted to reintroduce myself and also explain what’s going to be happening on my simblr going forward!

soo if you are new here, hi! my name is lacey! i am currently 32 and i’ve had this simblr since 2013 (hence my little tagline on my blog). i was most active 2013-2017 when i was regularly posting my sims 3 story legacy once upon a legacy. despite being a sims-based story i really used it as a creative outlet and poured a lot of heart and soul into it. it was one of my favorite things i’ve ever written or even done in my life as dumb as that sounds. BUT sadly it all came crashing down when my ancient laptop at the time fully died and while i had backed up the save i never thought to back up my 18gb of cc that i heavily relied on for sims 3 and so when i eventually got another computer the thought of trying to hunt down and redownload everything i had was so daunting i just left it. i went inactive and that was pretty much that... until sims 4 finally added toddlers and i decided to give it another chance.

fast forward to this year when i got myself a brand new super reliable gaming laptop and decided to give the simblr thing another go. i’ve been playing sims 4 regularly for several years now and even have a legacy i’ve been keeping up with (which i’ve been posting here). buuut the hole in my heart for my old legacy story and characters never closed up and after getting active here again i found myself re-reading my old stuff over and over and wishing i had been able to continue it or at least give it a satisfying ending since i left it on a huge cliffhanger and back in the day i know i had a lot of devoted followers who kept up with it as they would comment and send messages all the time.

with a little encouragement from friends i realized... why can’t i just continue it? sure, it’s been six years but i still have a lot of it planned out and now that i’m actually active in sims 4 and have been for a good few years, i have built up a nice cc collection and i have the tools to do it again. so... i’m gonna do it.

tl;dr: i’m bringing my beloved sims 3 legacy back and rebuilding it from scratch so i can continue it in sims 4. for the next few weeks i’m gonna be reblogging story bits from the generation i was working on before my crash so that anyone who actually wants to follow along can get the full story before i continue it. this means i’ll be posting sims 3 stuff, but when i get to the part where i stopped i’ll be picking it back up in sims 4! thanks so much for going along with me on this journey if you do, and if you were a reader of OUAL back in the day i’d love if you sent me a message to let me know if you’ll be reading it again. :’)

#text post #personal #kinda #oual rebuild #once upon a legacy

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msweebyness · 1 year

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Class of Heroes AU: Science Kids (w)Bonus Headcanons)

A continuation of my Disney Hero AU, I would like to thank the lovely @artzychic27 for allowing me to use their OC’s from Mendeliev’s class, and for giving me the ideas I used for Nathaniel and Nino. I hope you like my choices!

Jean: Kuzco. Flamboyant and overdramatic to the core, this young emperor was sent to the school to learn how to focus on others and properly carry out his duties. (Still a work in progress…) They love to be the center of attention and head the school’s drama department.

Denise: Wreck-It-Ralph. A video-game baddie brought to life, beneath their tough exterior lies a caring and protective friend who’s tired of being labeled as a ‘bad guy’ due to their… destructive tendencies.

Simon: Peter Pan. A curious forever-teen with the ability to fly and a penchant for making wry and sarcastic comments, he loves to tell stories of his adventures back home. Though he’s considering leaving Neverland due to his growing feelings for Denise.

Cosette: Robaire. The lead singer of a famous and beloved pop group, 4-Town. They decided to take a break from performing in order to attend school. It has legions of fans who would jump at the chance to spend even a moment with her, but only one blonde has their eye…

Reshma: Isabela Madrigal. The eldest of a family blessed with magical gifts, Reshma often feels the pressure of needing to be the perfect daughter, though she’s learning to let loose more with help from her friends. Has the power to grow flowers.

Ismael: Genie. Alix’s childhood friend (She found him much younger and used her first and only wish to free him.), Ismael is sharp as a tack with the wit to boot. He can still use much of his power, but likes to pull pranks and use it for snark purposes.

Aurore: Blue Fairy. Caring and motherly, but also rather strict in terms of behavior, Aurore watches over her class and is always quick to act when there’s a problem.

Mireille: Simba. A young human/lion hybrid Queen-to-be who is fearful of the responsibilities and timid in the face of adversity, her newfound friendships at school help her gain the courage she will need to stand up to her evil uncle. Very worried about making her late mother proud.

Lacey: Tinker Bell. Spunky and creative with a fiery temper, this tinker fairy is always on the hunt to try new things. She doesn’t like being told what to do, and will challenge someone she feels has hurt her friends, especially Simon, her lifelong bestie.

I immediately knew that Jean was Kuzco. Who else could he be? As a bonus, here are some HC’s from my AU!

* Juleka will sometimes get extremely upset and start ‘beasting out’, tearing apart everything in sight. Luka will soothe his sister by playing music, one of the few ways he can still communicate with her since becoming a piano. The curse’s deadline looks closer every day. (I used the 2017 version for this particular part, where they’re becoming real household objects.)

*Ondine has a year to fulfill the terms of the witch’s agreement. If the one she loves declares their love to her and seals it with a kiss, she will be able to remain in the surface world. If not, she’ll turn back into a mermaid and be the witch’s slave. And she can’t tell anyone about it.

*Tomoe was blinded fighting with Mor’du(He probably needs a new name since they’re not Scottish, I’m open to ideas). (She serves as Elinor and Fergus.) It’s a big part of the reason she keeps her daughter so close, fear of her being in danger again. Naturally, she hates bears.

*Aurore was the one who brought Sabrina to life, and as such feels responsible for her, in a way. She looks after her like a big sister and tries to keep her on the right track.

*Tikki and Plagg both serve as Mushu for Marinette, with Plagg filling the role more closely and Tikki actually trying to be helpful.

*Kim is Alix’s favorite victim when it comes to her thieving habits. You would think he’d learn to check his pockets around her.

*Marinette fell for Adrien when he used his power to heal a wound she had gotten training. One of the first things she told him was that he had a beautiful voice.

*Nino frequently misplaces his wand, and it’s led to to some mayhem around the school…

*Reshma is quite protective of her youngest sister, the only one in the family not to receive a gift, often defending her from the ridicule of others.

*Jean has a burning hatred for llamas. No one knows why.

#ml au #miraculous ladybug #disney au #science kids #artzychic27 #mlb ocs #akuma class #mendeliev’s class

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kiealer · 2 years

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SONGS TO WRITE = NINAZU

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find that give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write your muse !!

▶ TRACK 01. IMPOSSIBLE - LACEY STRUM

Every morning I see another miracle I can’t believe I’m living the impossible We are the signage, we are the wonder Another day of living the impossible

▶TRACK 02. DANCE! - SHIHOKO HIRATA ft. LOTUS JUICE

Couldn’t help but move, the threads of fate had spun us Into each other’s lives by chance All this energy’s got us inspired now, We couldn’t stop it, just set it free and... dance!

▶ TRACK 03. COLORS - AMALEE

I’ll keep them close, every passing moment That feels like it might change the world But til that day, they’ll always be like a part of me

▶ TRACK 04. ANTI-WORLD - KANAKO TAKATSUKI

The passion in my heart (even desperation helps feel alive) Raise it over my head, Anti world (without fear, go to fight) We carry the solitude on our backs Together we can be stronger Even when unfair days continue The fire of life will not vanish Holding the courage to confront Fight for tomorrow

▶TRACK 05. JIMO-AI DASH - AQOURS

The place we call home, it’s right here! So after this, we’ll freely hit the skies The place we call home, it’s right here, and what a wonderful place it is

▶TRACK 06. RIVERS IN THE DESERT - mito ft. LYNN

My heart is a furnace, Hot as hell in my world of conflict One goal is what keeps me going

▶TRACK 07. 勇気はどこに?君の胸に! (Yuuki wa doko ni? Kimi no Mune ni!) - AQOURS

Try and be brave, I know it’s actually scary It’s not like I was able to do it from the start either I messed up a lot, I was really frustrated But that gave me strength, so don’t give up

▶TRACK 08. WAKE UP, CHALLENGER!! - AQOURS

Wake up! Remember, there's reason for everything you like to do Wake up! Remember, it really seems that it will never fade Well, that's all that there's to it (There's no more to it I have to go) Chances are capricious, so we'll have to make them look our way (The chances) Come on keep your head up, let's go... let's go!

▶TRACK 09. GIMMExGIMME - GIGA

Hey come on, hurry up and take me along Close enough that you could almost melt from the heat, I’ll steal even your thoughts and pierce right through you It seems like I’ve said more than I needed to

▶TRACK 10. 踊 (ODO) - GIGA (Ado cover)

Half-ass it and you’ll be K.O’d So be it, if you’re light-hearted Let’s get ready for the show Cry or laugh, just love me, okay C’mon, “say no”, bring the bass

tagged by: @likesguyskakarot thank you!! tagging: whoever would like to, just steal it from me

#║ ✰〳music.#[ my bias really shows here lmao i do not have a taste in variety #but nina really likes that EDM and dance tracks #and some of them actually fit her character as well as her music preference #surprisingly her muse doesn't run on music as much as i'd like it to??? so i actually struggled a bit #hence why this took me forever and a day to get to ]#║ ✰〳queue.

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matrixcowgirl · 3 months

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Currently listening to ‘Bad Habit’ by Steve Lacey

I’ve been a curator for maybe 4 years, an artist for 3 years and an organizer for what 7 years now??

Excluding the years I didn’t acknowledge myself as an artist which has been like forever…

I feel like this is the year big things are supposed to happen for me but at the same time I will not live a wishy washy life. I’m duly supposed to grind now more than ever. Due to experience and lessons I’m learning, I’m taking more steps towards the path I want to be in and it’s joyous being in the journey. There are antics in life and honestly that’s just it. Being a creative is life itself.

Known rest

Burnout

Hyper awareness

Disassociation

Everything is a fucking cycle.

#artistsupport #spotify #art prompt #artists on tumblr #artsypeachy #affirmations

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afoxdoeswrite · 9 months

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Page Introduction!

Hi there! I’m AFoxDoesWrite, it’s nice to meet you!

About me;

I’m a recent graduate, my degree is in Creative Writing, and I use she/her pronouns. My favourite animals are foxes (because little fluffy screaming nightmares) and seals (because blob), my favourite colours are purple and blue, and I’m a perpetually exhausted pigeon that works best at night even though I’m usually tired out of my mind.

My writing;

I write poetry, short stories, and novels.

My poetry’s pretty varied. I guess the best way to summarise it is that I write a lot about human emotion and belonging, and a lack thereof. I also do a fair bit of… I guess supernatural writing? Mythical or folkloric creatures, and also general Strange Things. Poetry is a weird place for me, which tends to require a specific sort of mood to write, and then tend to be quite short, usually less than a page.

My short story work is mostly focused on collection writing, at least for the moment. I’ve got a couple of things that don’t fit into a particular big world or anything, but I find a lot of comfort in working in big worlds, so things tend to end up skewed that way. My main genre is fantasy, and themes of belonging are pretty common here too.

Novels, meanwhile, are my bread and butter. I adore sitting down and worldbuilding for big projects, and while short story collections let me do that, there’s nothing like a good novel to get a really big world going. Fantasy is still my genre of choice here, with similar themes as well, but unlike my poetry and short stories I find it a lot of fun to settle on low-key fantasy. That is, the world is very much like our own, just with a touch more magic involved.

Works in Progress;

As I mentioned, poetry’s pretty hit or miss for me, I either have something written, or I don’t. It also gets a very… ‘first draft is final draft’ treatment from me. Since poetry works best as a stream of thought, I don’t usually have poems I’m coming back to and editing over and over.

Meanwhile for short stories, I’ve got one main thing;

- Dragon Friends, a collection I’m working on. It’s set in a fantasy world with dragons, where both dragons and people are magic. With practice, people can learn to cast spells on their own, but there’s an easier method; getting a dragon to Settle with you. This allows the dragon to help with casting spells, making it much easier. Of course, this comes with drawbacks- mostly for the dragon- so it’s not exactly the most common thing ever.

Dragon Friends is shaping up to be a mostly slice-of-life style collection, with less overarching bad guys and more of a focus on day-to-day life of people with dragon partners, and how the world works with that.

And then my novels;

- Witch Trials is a novel set in a world much like our own, but one where everyone has magic. It isn’t usable until a person is 18, because of the stress using magic would cause before then, and a person has one specific type of magic that they can use. Witch Trials follows Lacey Knight, who has recently turned 18 and is taking her family’s Witch Trial, the family-specific ritual used to discover exactly what type of magic she’s able to use.

- Worlds Apart is a novel set between two worlds. On one side, England, where a teenager named Frankie Griffin is living with her older brother for school. On the other, a secret world burrowed into magical folds in reality where beings from all kinds of mythologies live. The story follows Frankie and her discovery of her own magical heritage, which had been hidden to her and her family despite the laws around that.

And that’s me! I’ll be using this page to share bits of everything for my work; poems, snippets of stories in progress, entire short stories depending on the length of them, bits of random worldbuilding that I’m toying with, and generally anything else that really comes to mind when it comes to my writing. Thanks for sticking around through that; it was a pretty long post, and I’m hoping you’ve seen something you might be interested in!

#about me #writeblr #writers on tumblr #creative writing

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flyleaffansblog · 9 months

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So I’m changing up how my blog looks I’m changing it to show flyleaf and everything related to that band. Cause I think it’s time to change things up and redo some things on here which means get rid of the things that are not flyleaf and post more of the songs from that band Lacey’s quotes etc it’s something kinda for myself but for others as well because it spreads a message of hope and love and life so I think that’s why I’m doing it I kinda fell off the flyleaf trail idk why but I’m back and I’m going to start getting back into her books and stuff once I’m done being sick I’ll always be a fan of theirs that will never change but I guess in the aspect of it, the religion part of it is why I kinda stepped away for a while but like i feel dumb for that because religion of not they will always be amazing just like Lacey will always be a great part of flyleaf and those memories will always stick with me because of how she made flyleaf become what it was years ago when they were a band it’s not going to change my opinion on them I will always love their music love their creative journey and their stories I hope to meet Lacey one day and talk to her that’s my life long dream that I want to happen

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laceyflanaganyarmouth · 10 months

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