#the gabble sisters

[misseviehyde]

BITCH-FEST

You could tell Sophie REALLY wanted your festival ticket to Bitch-fest. She wanted it sooo badly. It was the greatest festival of the year, and only you were going. She hated that.

You could see your little sisters eyes jealousy fixated on the blue wrist band you were wearing - but too bad for her there was no way to remove a band once it was put on. The security tagging would rip and tear if anyone ever tried to remove it.

But that didn't stop Sophie willing the ticket to be hers. You could see the naked desperate desire to have it oozing out of her. She would stare and stare and stare at your arm. You could see her visualising the ticket on her own wrist. Willing it to manifest.

It was kind of freaky.

Then the day before the festival was due to begin Sophie was staring at you so intently, you thought she was in a trance.

All at once your arm began to itch and Sophie suddenly gasped. "Wh.. what... something happened. I felt something," she gabbled excitedly.

"It's as if by concentrating I could begin to truly imagine the wrist band on my arm. I almost felt it start to happen. It was becoming mine. I was stealing it from you."

You shook your head at your dumb little sister. She had always been smaller and weaker than you. Always prone to weird fantasies and strange ideas. What a loser.

But now she was staring again, this time really concentrating - her face ecstatic. All at once your arm began to itch again. Then to your horror you saw the wrist band begin to melt and fade to nothing on your wrist. Meanwhile with a triumphant shout of glee, Sophie held up her arm where a blue wrist band now hung.

"H... how did you do that?" you gasped in horror. It was perfectly wrapped round her wrist as if it had always been hers.

"OMG I can't believe it worked. It seems so easy now I know the trick," gasped Sophie.

Putting her hands on her hips she giggled. "What else can I steal from you? Hmmm, how about a bit of your age?"

Your body began to tingle and you squeaked in fear as you began to grow younger and shrink slightly. Sophie groaned, her hips suddenly cracking out and her body stretching up as she put on a few years. She now looked nineteen or twenty. She was now taller than you, her once scrawny body womanly and developed. She looked toned and muscled. You suddenly realised you were probably weaker than her.

"Oh my GOD. This feels amazing. Now I'm the older sis and you're my little sister. I love it. Now when I go to Bitch-fest I can drink, smoke and mmmh fuck hot boys. Mmmmh I feel so fucking horny already."

"No!" you sobbed. "You can't do this to me."

Sophie laughed, "I can do what I want. Haha I'm not even done yet bitch. Now give me your tits. I wanna be bigger."

Sophie stared and you felt your chest itch. The two large C-cup boobs you had always been proud of began to tingle and shrink. Smaller and smaller they deflated until you were as flatchested as a boy only with larger nipples.

"Ohhhh my fucking GODDDD!" moaned Sophie as her tits inflated. With your attributes added to hers, her chest was now spilling over her bra and pushing up and out. She grabbed her boobies and giggled as the magnificent DD titties now hanging from her chest jiggled and wobbled enticingly.

"Haha look at how flatchested and stupid you look. No more bras and bikinis for you loser. You barely look like a girl anymore. In fact once I take your ass from you - you'll almost look like a boy."

You sobbed as Sophie slapped her bottom and spread her ass as her behind got firmer and rounder than it had a right to.

"OMG this is sooo cool. Look at how hot I am."

Stretching - Sophie strutted to the mirror and touched herself. "All the boys are gonna wanna fuck this body. I can hardly blame them. Hmmm my hair is kinda short. Not for long!"

The last vestiges of your visible feminity were sucked away as Sophie shook back her lustrous hair that now fell past her shoulders. You noted she had even stolen your signature blue streak. She looked hot, horny and ready to party.

"Too bad you aren't going to make it to bitch-fest," purred Sophie. "But don't worry sis. I'll make sure that I have a good time."

Picking you up effortlessly she moved you out of her way and strode to the door.

"I think I'll ask your boyfriend to go with me. I doubt he'll be interested in you anymore, not now you're a flatchested, boyish looking loser."

Sophie was definitely going to enjoy her new body and attributes and who knows. Maybe if you practiced hard enough eventually you'd learn the trick to drain them back.

Somehow you doubted it though...

THE END

For @cottonundiestf

#evie hyde #Attribute theft #f2f transformation #Sister

[rosetta-j-stone]

So...I wanted this to be a one-shot but I think it might end up being a slow burn after all...

Er, I mean, yes, I absolutely intended this to be Chapter 1 of MANY.

ANYWAY

AU BOJERE FANFIC LET'S MM MM GOOOOOO

If you'd told him five years ago that he'd be living in London, he wouldn't have believed it.

London is for rockstars. Models. Hotshot city boys.

Bojan is none of those things.

But he does love people. And excitement.

So maybe it's not so surprising after all.

...OK, so it's a bit less glamorous than he expected. He's working three jobs and sharing a house with four other guys.

Five, if you count that mate of theirs who's always coming over.

Anyway.

He checks his watch. Plenty of time.

He takes one last drag on his cigarette, savouring it, then lets it fall, still smouldering, to the ground, before shoving his hands deep into his pockets and hurrying back inside.

He'll never get used to the British weather.

****

Jere is nervous. This is definitely the right place. Right? He checks his phone again, like he didn't check it a hundred times on the way here. Yep. Definitely the right place. Probably.

It's just...there's no one here.

He can't be the only student on this course, can he?

He hopes not. He still remembers that summer when he had to retake Swedish. He shudders.

But no...wait...those are definitely footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Phew. He won't be doing this all alone after all.

He turns with a smile to see who his classmate is.

****

There's already someone waiting outside the classroom when Bojan gets there. Either they're really keen, or they live so far out that they've learned, as he has, to allow 2 hours to get anywhere in this city. Or both.

He's about to introduce himself when the student thrusts out his arm, grasps his hand firmly and vigorously shakes it, rather faster than Bojan is used to.

"Hellohelloyoualsohereforlanguageclassyesyes? Nooneelsehereyetbut" - he breaks off from shaking Bojan's hand to dig his phone out of his pocket and check it - "Ithinkweinrightplace"

Bojan grins. Yes, he is also here for the language class.

AKA the worst-paid of his three jobs.

****

Jere is gabbling. He knows he is, he can hear he's talking too fast, but honestly he thinks he's doing pretty well getting any actual words out when he's just been confronted with one of the best-looking men he's ever seen.

And Jere considers himself something of an expert.

This guy should consider himself lucky Jere isn't speaking total gibberish actually.

He leans against the wall, which is 100% so he looks cool and casual and definitely not because he suddenly feels weak at the knees.

"So...you new student like me? Or you do this course already some time?"

The other student stifles a laugh for some reason. Jere frowns. Did he accidentally say something weird? Or is...is this guy laughing at his accent? That's pretty rude of him.

...pretty...him.

OK, he needs to focus.

****

This is what he gets for teaching adults, his sister would say, before asking him for the umpteenth time why on earth he doesn't work with kids, he's a natural, she can put in a good word for him with her friend who's a headteacher, he only has to ask-

He doesn't do it because he's a coward, is what he'd tell her.

He'd say it'd be too much to be surrounded by kids all day every day when he still doesn't have any kids of his own.

He really did think he'd have at least one by now.

Anyway, that's what he'd tell her. If he wasn't a coward.

Besides he doesn't really mind being mistaken for a mature student once in a while.

"Actually," he says, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking the classroom door, "I'm the one giving the classes"

****

Of COURSE he is. No wonder he was trying not to laugh.

Although, in Jere's defence, this guy looks way too young to be anyone's teacher, even if he does have a streak of grey in his hair.

Hmm, distinguished.

Focus, Jere.

You're here to learn, remember.

He sighs and follows his new teacher into the classroom, kicking himself every step of the way. Hopefully the rest of the students will arrive before he can make a bigger fool of himself...

#bojere week 2024 #bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin #käärijä #kaarija #bojere #fanfic #when I kissed the teacher

[seepylilthing]

Oc time ! This is Gabbles . Her lore ties in with the secretary au , she was created by Citrine (the secretary) ! She's going to take on an irresponsible aunt type role to the warner kids .

Gabbles is an adult . Around 27 like Citrine is in the story , but she calls Citrine "big sister" .

This was a small bit I wrote to depict their dynamic

She's taller than the warners , but still pretty small . I headcanon yakko around 3 feet so for me she's probably 4 feet !

Yes ! It's okay to draw her ! Please tag me in it if ya do

And feel free to ask me questions about her in my ask box <3

Oh , and she uses she/he/it ! Nonbinary :]

#seepy ocs #animaniacs #animaniacs oc #animanitag #yakko warner #dot warner #wakko warner #secretary citrine #animaniacs sceretary au #gabbles warner #heloise nerz

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

hi!

for the writing ask game: 10 or 11, whichever one you prefer? Thanks :D

let's see, i think those were "drastic" and "righteous," correct? tell you what, i'll give you both ;)

Drastic

"Wait wait wait! W-we don't need to go that far, do we?" Meatlug whiffled in concern at her rider's hair. Fishlegs was lying on the forest floor, clutching his leg and staring wildly at Hiccup and Astrid who knelt before him.

"Fishlegs, we've got no choice," Hiccup said helplessly. "You'll bleed out before we get back to the Edge, and Astrid is frighteningly good at stitches."

"Only on people," Astrid added, carefully holding the wickedly curved needle over a small fire Stormfly had made.

"I just mean," Fishlegs gabbled, more blood draining from his face and out through the gaping slash in his calf, "I mean, stitches seem a little drastic!"

"I'll hold your hand," Hiccup said, moving to sit beside Fishlegs. "It'll be okay, Fishlegs. Astrid's done this on herself more times than I care to think about, and she hardly leaves a mark."

Fishlegs took a deep breath and wrapped his fingers around Hiccup's hand. "Okay. And I'm sorry for getting blood on you."

Astrid shook her head. "We're all covered in it, Fishlegs."

"It's still nice to be polite."

Righteous

Snotlout had never doubted his father's word. Dragons were a scourge. Stoick had his head screwed on the wrong way. The village was falling apart. No one ever respected the Jorgensons. The only way to make friends was to yell at them. Never show weakness around other people, yourself included. That little twerp Hiccup deserved to be kicked around a bit, if only to prepare him for what life had in store for a disappointing son. Boys don't cry.

In his home, Spitelout was the chief. Syldé, Snotlout's mother and the chief's sister in law, did her best to keep her family happy while navigating the politics of the village, and as Snotlout grew older he could connect that an offhand comment about the Jorgensons from the chief that met with laughter from the village meant a stressful dinner.

Over the years, fewer and fewer of Spitelout's pronouncements rang true to Snotlout. But, even as some fell away, others strengthened. The dragon attacks seemed never-ending sometimes, and after a particularly nasty one, Snotlout took up his axe in the righteous struggle to triumph over the beasts.

Then... Hiccup took his hand and placed it gently on the snout of the biggest Monstrous Nightmare Snotlout had ever seen. The monster blinked slowly up into Snotlout's eyes.

Maybe... dragons weren't so bad after all.

thanks for asking! my requests are always open, even if it takes me a bit to get to them lol.

#my writing #httyd #httyd race to the edge

[agentrouka-blog]

The blue rose is related to Stark maidens, first the unnamed Stark girl and then Lyanna. Bael and Rhaegar tainted those roses. Dany seeing the blue flower in HOTU is omnious as all her visions were negative and omnious. She is more in lines with Bael and Rhaegar who will try to taint the blue rose.

Agreed. The language around the roses can include Jon, who is Lyanna's son and himself lived a parallel experience to his own mother with his abuser Ygritte and she called him a "maid"). But it's not especially connected to him outside of references to Stark women, and certainly not exclusive to him.

Lyanna, Bael's Winter Rose, and Sansa share obvious parallels, and a theme of abduction, sexual exploitation and childbirth. (As of yet only foreshadowed for Sansa, obviously.) But that doesn't mean that's all a Winter Rose can do.

Ned Stark reached out his hand to grasp the flowery crown, but beneath the pale blue petals the thorns lay hidden. He felt them clawing at his skin, sharp and cruel, saw the slow trickle of blood run down his fingers, and woke, trembling, in the dark.

Promise me, Ned, his sister had whispered from her bed of blood. She had loved the scent of winter roses. (AGOT, Eddard XV)

I agree on the ominousness of the HOTU visions. Whether Jon, Sansa or Arya (who is likely to be a maiden flowered by the time this becomes relevant), all of the characters with an obvious connection to the blue flower and the Stark maiden role are likely to spell bad news for Dany.

A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . .  (ACOK, Daenerys IV)

My money is on all of them, but especially on the little Winter Rose whose connection to sweetness is particularly... sharp.

This connection from the TWOW Mercy sample chapter is my favorite:

"One of the mummers," said the pretty one. He pushed his fair hair back off his brow and smiled at her. "Sorry, sweetling, we don't speak your gibble-gabble." (...)

"I know your tongue, a little," she lied, with Mercy's sweetest smile. "You are lords of Westeros, my friend said." (....)

"I am not," lied Mercy. "I'm a maiden now." "Not for long," said the comely one. "I'm Lord Rafford, sweetling, and I know just what I want.(....)

"The laces," he urged her. "Be a sweet girl and undo them." Instead she slid her finger down along the inside of his thigh. He gave a grunt. "Damn, be careful there, you —" Mercy gave a gasp and stepped away, her face confused and frightened. "You're bleeding." (...)

"Think so?" asked Arya, sweetly. Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. A fine red rain followed, and in his eyes the light went out. "Valar morghulis," Arya whispered, but Raff was dead and did not hear. (TWOW, Mercy)

Other interesting mentions of sweetness for Arya in the books:

"No, sweet one," he murmured. (...) You were born in the long summer, sweet one, you've never known anything else, but now the winter is truly coming. Remember the sigil of our House, Arya." (AGOT, Arya II)

"Boy! Sweet boy! Is it war, red war? Boy, free us. A man can fight. Boy!" (...)  "Boy!" called Jaqen H'ghar. "Sweet boy!"  (ACOK, Arya IV)

"The Red God has his due, sweet girl, and only death may pay for life. This girl took three that were his. This girl must give three in their places. Speak the names, and a man will do the rest." (ACOK, Arya VII)

"The hungry gods will feast on blood tonight, if a man would do this thing," Jaqen said. "Sweet girl, kind and gentle. Unsay one name and say another and cast this mad dream aside." (ACOK; Arya IX)

"I'll steal a sweet kiss with the point of my blade, heigh-ho, heigh-ho." She thought she heard a woodharp too, beneath the soft rush of the river. (ASOS, Arya II)

Lady Smallwood's maidservants scrubbed her so hard it felt like they were flaying her themselves. They even dumped in some stinky-sweet stuff that smelled like flowers. (...) "Master Mott said it was time I made my first longsword. He gave me a sweet piece of steel, and I knew just how I wanted to shape the blade. Only Yoren came, and took me away for the Night's Watch." (..) (ASOS, Arya IV)

 "Does my sweet peach have a name?" (ASOS, Arya V)

"This cave is dark too," said the Hound, "but I'm the terror here. I hope your god's a sweet one, Dondarrion. You're going to meet him shortly." (ASOS, Arya VI)

"Six," Thoros said reluctantly. "And each time is harder. You have grown reckless, my lord. Is death so very sweet?"

"Sweet? No, my friend. Not sweet." (ASOS, Arya VII)

"Fire consumes." Lord Beric stood behind them, and there was something in his voice that silenced Thoros at once. "It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing."

"Beric. Sweet friend." The priest touched the lightning lord on the forearm. "What are you saying?" (ASOS, Arya VIII)

Oh, that's bloody sweet. I'll be sure and tell him that, before I cut his heart out." (ASOS, Arya IX)

She paddled after the sharp red whisper of cold blood, the sweet cloying stench of death. (ASOS, Arya XII)

The dead were never hard to find. They came to the House of Black and White, prayed for an hour or a day or a year, drank sweet dark water from the pool, and stretched out on a stone bed behind one god or another. They closed their eyes, and slept, and never woke. (AFFC, Arya II)

"Cat, be a sweet and bring my clothes for me." (...) Three pinches will produce that sleep that does not end. The taste is very sweet, so it is best used in cakes and pies and honeyed wines. Here, you can smell the sweetness."  (AFFC, Cat of the Canals)

"Until darkness is as sweet to you as light," the waif would say, "or until you ask us for your eyes. Ask and you shall see." (...)  A sweet death and a gentle one, the kindly man was fond of saying.  (ADWD, The Blind Girl)

He means to send me away. "I have no heart. I only have a hole. I've killed lots of people. I could kill you if I wanted."

"Would that taste sweet to you?"

She did not know the right answer. "Maybe."

"Then you do not belong here. Death holds no sweetness in this house. (ADWD, The Ugly Girl)

There are a small number of more neutral ones, but... there's a theme there.

#winter rose #arya stark #anti daenerys targaryen #stark maiden #sweetness

[seedsofher]

Reduce.

A fallen brick wall, weathered, crumbling. She sprouts from between the rubble and spreads her ceral leaves under the sun’s morning rays. Green and waxy as the skin of a granny smith she sprouts more and more and more, rooting into the crevices of the masonry. In the late spring she pollinates and by autumn her petals have shrivelled and fallen, leaving a dry bud. Her life cycle.

A room of voices, bustling, welcome. Among the hum though there is one voice that stands out. When a joke is cracked a joyful cackle pierces the nitter-natter, like a Warbler amongst the mice on the fence. Her laughter booms and her opinions never go unheard. Her lips are never sealed. She cannot be silenced.

A close friendship, snug, free. Red strings hold them close together, she meanders through the fibres and takes care to hold each close to her breast. She runs the tips of her fingers along the grooves of the puzzle they’ve pieced together and admires the painting they’ve created, Monet, Gogh. Cow parsley ferns, dandelions and goosegrass sprout in hedgerows reminding them of their youth; flower crowns, sticky weed. A stream runs through the paddock, godspeed, the water is cool and clear. She is the sun, spreading light, photosynthesising. She is a warm embrace. 

He is metal, cold, gruelling. He keels over and gags, retches at just the thought of a life so beautiful. Pansy. To he, she is dastardly, she is monster, she is ogre. Warted scarred skin and covered in pustules with only one eye. A hook for a hand and a clock in her chest ticking. But she believes in fairies. His iron fist raises and shakes, glowing like the many moons of Jupiter before hammering his meteorites onto her beastly skin. No wonder she is scarred. 

A hand, rough, soiled. His stubby fingers grasp and tear at her woody roots and her granny smith leaves and her gabbling throat and her warm sun rays of brilliance. He barges through her naturality with his cogs and wheels, he drills and hammers and rigs until she is nothing but hot bones. Bloom. Her forehead is branded with a D. She is not for her now, she is for he.

A tall brick wall, impenetrable, supercilious. Several springs have passed yet no flowers have bloomed. Her leaves have not bothered sprouting for they have not seen the sun in years. Her flowers do not bloom, nor do her petals fall or her bud dry. Her life cycle is cut. Tourniquet. 

A padded room, white, prudent. Voices no longer bumble and hum and harmonise and so no voice stands out. Her piercing, joyful cackles have not been heard for it is forbidden now to be a Warbler. She is mouse with her sisters. Mice do not fill rooms with booming laughter, nor do they hold and shout opinions. Their lips are sealed. She has been silenced.

A little boy, rapacious, gormless. Daddy never taught him to play nice, Daddy never taught him about the beauty in weeds and strings and streams and stones. He tears through every fibre of red string with his snotty, greasy fingers carelessly and lets out a roar of laughter. He sends sharp flints flying between the grooves of the puzzle. The cow parsley crowns have been untangled, the dams built in the stream in the paddock have been kicked, the splinters from the wooden fences have been buried deep under the skin. The sun does not shine these days.

A pot, empty, yearning. She is poured like milk from the measuring jug without thought or care and splashes against the sides. And now she will sit here on the heat until all that remains is charred remains, hot bones. Reduce.

#girlblogging #divine feminine #hyper feminine #spilled thoughts #autumn #light academia #dark academia #digital diary #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #this is a girlblog #on writing #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writeblr #writers #author #poetry #poems #poetic #words words words #prose #poems on tumblr

[duckapus]

The Balad of Dusty Grumpton

On a trip to the (actual for real this time) Wild West, the crew encounter the somehow still alive Admiral Sergeant Swipe and his new posse of waddle dee gunslingers hunting what looks like a Legally Distinct Sumo Bro, which Boopkins quickly identifies as a Grumpton, the desert-dwelling counterparts of the Boopkins. After they help him get away from the hunters, he introduces himself as Dusty Grumpton, deputy-in-training to the Sheriff of Littol Beeg Bluff. They decide to help him get back to town, where they meet Dusty's boss Sheriff Koopster (just a normal Koopa Troopa with a cowboy outfit, sheriff's badge, and mustache), who explains the situation the town is currently in.

It turns out that before A.S.Swipe showed up, his waddle dee gang had already been low level troublemakers, but nothing Koopster and Dusty couldn't handle. But then a few months ago Swipe took over, using the promise of big payouts to shift their goals from simple banditry to the poaching of rare creatures that he's more used to, and between the gang's knowledge of the area and current target (not to mention their sheer numbers), and the Admiral's resources, experience and leadership, they've become a force to be reconned with, even managing to capture Dusty's baby sister Gabble, which is why they'd found Dusty getting chased by them; he'd tried to save his sister on his own and got overwhelmed.

The crew offer to help save Gabble and get rid of Swipe and his gang, with Boopkins being especially gung-ho about it.

(that's it that's all I got. this was all just to make a counterpart character to Boopkins and I didn't come up with an ending.)

#smg4 #smg4 ocs #episode idea #dusty grumpton #sheriff koopster #gabble grumpton #admiral sergeant swipe #fishy boopkins #in terms of personality dusty's just a bigger hot-headed version of boopkins #the two of them get along really well #bob's torn between being happy that boopkins found somebody he has so much in common with #and jealous at the possibility of his bestie getting a new bestie #no explanation is given for how a.s.swipe survived going down in his sub

[marmiteprinter]

When Ryan and Isla were down for a nap, Faye asked Griffin to take Abby out for the afternoon. They called a taxi and headed out to the Nature Park.

At the park, Abby met Julia Martinez and they got chatting.

"So how come I haven't seen you at school?" asked Abby.

Julia shrugged. "I haven't been to school yet. I'm only 5. My brother Everett says it's great though!"

"Oh, you're Everett's sister? Everett's my best friend! You'll love school; Mr Frume is a great teacher!" gabbled Abby excitedly.

Meanwhile, Griffin was still working on his fishing badge. He managed to reach a Bronze Badge that evening, but didn't catch any more fish.

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 bacc #the sims 2 bacc #bacc #honeywood bacc #sims 2 storytelling #sims 2 stories #jacobs family #griffin jacobs #faye jacobs #abigail jacobs #ryan jacobs #isla jacobs #jacobs round 4 #round 4

[thedipster]

NAME: Dr. Mason “Dipper” Pines

OCCUPATION: Head demonologist at the Gravity Falls Interdimensional Research Center MAGICK STATUS: Mundus AGE: 40 CURRENT LOCATION: Gravity Falls, Oregon 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS (IF APPLICABLE): Divorced from Amy Gabble; currently single

CHILDREN (IF APPLICABLE): Sparrow Pines and Starling Gabble, 12-year old twin girls; Sparrow lives with him, while Starling lives with Amy 

BIOGRAPHY: 

Dipper Pines loves his work more than anything in the world. 

Okay, that’s a lie — he loves his work just as much as he loves his daughters.

Maybe that’s what makes him a terrible father. 

Sparrow and Starling were a last-ditch effort to make his marriage work. When Dipper and Amy first got married, they both admired each other’s ambition and felt that it was a perfect match — after all, as two workaholics, they understood each other. They knew that research opportunities and book tours were worth a few missed anniversaries. They had a good partnership.

Until they didn’t. 

The twins gave them a year of denial. For just a moment, Dipper thought they could make it all work. For their daughters, at least.

But Amy was restless and Gravity Falls was small, and she traveled the world, and one day, she called Dipper up and said that she wasn’t going to come back. There was another man. Dipper couldn’t say he was surprised. It wasn’t a messy divorce, but it was a cold one, and Dipper threw himself into his work once again.

Only this time, he was a father too.

Sparrow is bright — she’s smart and passionate, but also she has a big, big heart that reminds Dipper more of her aunt Mabel than it does of himself. She likes sparkles and glitter and long hikes in the woods. She sees her mother and her sister several times a year, but sometimes Dipper wishes he could give her more.

But also, he has to work.

He aims to open England’s first interdimensional research center — right in Swynlake, of course. He has contacts in the demonology department (hello, Professor “Boo” Gibbs!) and with the new laws passed, England has never been more open to dangerous Magicks. If he can sweet talk the right people and convince them, maybe he can get some footing on his next big ambition. 

Only, he doesn’t realize that his ex-wife is showing up too. And he especially doesn’t realize that Sparrow and Starling have some ulterior motives now that their parents are in the same place they fell in love all those years ago…

#swynhea #swynheabio

[wvba-ringside-gossip]

What's your opinion on some of the OC boxers?

"Oh, the boys are great, honestly! I love being able to talk to them, they're great. Especially Bear and Popinsky, they really know how to make me feel like-"

"RUBY JOHNSON, CONTAIN YOURSELF...anyways, Yes the boxers in this industry and its brother and sister branches, plus the other facilities are indeed very wonderful. I love being able to gabble with them about whatever. And that Maple Rose...oh yes~"

"Now who needs to contain themselves?

"Shut up, Robin"

"Yes the guys and gals of the industry are great, and I must admit, I LOVE being able to meet the new folks who come in. Yes, there are the oddities, Mr Mabrouk and his servants, Novio, Mr Overload...The Owl Lady, just to name a few, but I can honestly say there isn't a single soul in that building I wouldn't say isn't at least a TAD bit interesting. After all, if the work isn't interesting, then what's the point, hm?"

#punch out #punch out wii #punch out!! #punchout #punch out oc #robin pierre #ruby johnson #jo hampshire #the trio answers

[sims-and-shenanigans]

Akela aged up! And meet his baby sister, Abigail! Named after Abigail Gabble from The Aristocats

#sims 4 simblr #sims 4 challenge #sims challenge #sims 4 #sims 4 story #new simblr #bobacat legacy challenge

[swynlake-rp]

Ring in the new years with one of the most interesting kinds of family relationships...twins!

Abigail Gabble (Abigail, The Aristocats) - Murder mystery novels. Nancy Drew wanna be. When you have someone else exactly like you; it is easy to get lost. She’s pink, you’re blue, blue, blue. The family has lost their money but a mysterious clue has led you to believe that a fortune awaits you in Swynlake. Unravel the mystery and, maybe, find yourself within it.

Kara Gordon (Kara, American Dragon Jake Long) - What's the point of seeing the future if all you see is everything good ever happening before it happens? This has left you jaded and maybe a little unfriendly...but you're lonely! You don't haven't any friends, ah! So you and your identical twin sister are switching places. It's brilliant! Nobody will ever know as long as "Sara" doesn't screw it up by acting too much like herself.

Sara Gordon (Sara, American Dragon Jake Long - The good thing about only seeing visions of doom and gloom? Everything good and pretty is exciting to you! As long as you keep your mouth shut about every bad thing that's going to happen to everyone around you, everyone loves you. You've never been short on friends. Can you trick them into being Kara's friends too? Time to find out!

Dr. Dimitri Koslovsky (Dimitri, Meet The Robinsons) - What’s eating Dimitri Koslovsky? The same secret that must have been eating at your mother. You can’t let your brother know, it can’t get past you. Your career as a doctor could be in jeopardy if anybody knew you had magic! Your brother wouldn’t want that for you…no, he doesn’t have to know.

Poppy Peepleson (Poppy Peepleson, Vampirina) - So your twin brother didn't like the direction you wanted to take the channel. So what? You can make great content on your own. The race is on! You're going to show him that you don't need the Peepleson twins brand to make your name -- just Poppy is enough!

Declan Twaddell (Tweedle Dee, Alice In Wonderland) - You're not supposed to feel guilty. This was one big game. But now with duty nipping at your heels, you're caught between a rock and a hard place. But Dudley isn't really your brother...but isn't he?

#disney #disney rp #disney roleplay #active rp #meet the robinsons #alice in wonderland #american dragon jake long #the aristocats #most wanted wednesdays #most wanted wednesday #vampirina

[myheadsgonenumb]

The Wolf's Tail - Lily Evans

She came across what she was looking for - a couple of teenagers, maybe about 17, snogging on a bench. She came to a stop a couple of feet away and cleared her throat. ‘Excuse me.’ 

They continued to snog. 

She cleared her throat again. ‘I said excuse me .’  

The teenagers pulled apart with the squelching sound of a plunger unblocking a drain. They stared at her. The girl looked quite annoyed, though the boy (who had slicked back hair and a leather jacket and was … almost as dreamy as Bobby, now Lily looked at him) seemed quite amused by her. 

‘I - er - I wanted to buy some cigarettes,’ Lily told him. She was gabbling and starting to blush, and he was smiling - and utterly gorgeous … and that was just making her more flustered. ‘I have the money. 26 pence,’ She pulled it out of her pocket and held it out. ‘Only Mr. Green won’t sell them to me because I’m not ol …  I mean, he knows my mum. I mean…’ she blushed furiously again. Why had she mentioned her mother to him? She must sound like a stupid kid. ‘Anyway - I was hoping … would you mind … getting them for me? I’ve actually got 29 pence - I found it down the back of the sofa; you can keep the change if you buy them.’

‘We were busy,’ the girl said.

But the boy was grinning. ‘You’re a little rebel,’ he said to her. She blushed again - but with pleasure. ‘Alright then, kid - give us the dosh, I’ll get ‘em. Wait here.’ 

She handed over her coins - ‘I want the Silk Cut. Filtered.’

‘Fancy.’ He disappeared around the corner, leaving his girlfriend on the bench and Lily hanging around awkwardly. 

‘So - er - have you been going out long?’ Lily asked the girl.  

‘About two months.’ She looked very pleased with herself. 

‘He’s gorgeous.’

‘I know.’ 

The boy came back, slouching around the corner with his hands in his pockets and whistling nonchalantly. ‘Here you go, then, pet. Don’t inhale first time or you’ll be sick, understand?’ He handed over the cigarettes. ‘It’s been a pleasure doing business with you. Look me up when you want some more.’

‘I will do - thanks.’ She nodded her head, feeling flustered again - and walked away. 

‘Cute kid,’ she heard the boy say. ‘Who is she?’

‘Her? No one - Tuney’s younger sister. Little Lily Evans.’ 

The boy chuckled. ‘Hellraiser Evans, eh? Pretty cool for a kid.’ 

Lily walked on air all the way to the park. 

(image by Kuroso Juu)

#lily evans #lily's teen rebellion #marauders era #hogwarts #canon compliant marauders' fic #the wolf's tail #a werewolf's progress

[labellerose-acheron]

SwynWriMo Day Twenty-Eight – SwynRP Character Wishlist

Join My Family Please 🥺🙏

Julieta Madrigal: Listen, I have considered playing her but I cannot because I want my mama. I want all the interesting, juicy plots and tension of a mom who accidentally put a lot of pressure on her oldest child. But, also still very caring and a good mom. Not to mention her magic is literally wicked cool and could bring so many interesting plots.

Camilo Madrigal: The bestie! (After Lo, of course.) Imagine the spa days! Imagine the gossip! I HC that Isa and Camilo are super close, he is her little brother and BFF. He stars in her Instas more than anyone else and maybe even mooches off her fame a bit? UGH. I just want him, he’s the best.

Luisa Madrigal: MY SISTER! Trust me. I am such a good big sister. I have a very long resume to prove it. Luisa is the thing keeping the sisters together! Imagine all the drama. Playing peacekeeper between Isa and Mira. Being the actual golden child. Also, VFD people!!

Antonio Madrigal: Light of everyone’s life. It is so fun to play the baby of the family and he’d be a great Swynlake Secondary addition! Maybe he wants to be a vet! Or maybe his dreams don’t have to do with his magic at all and he is struggling!!

Gaston LeIDon’tRemember: Someone take him before I do. Please. PLEASE. He is such an amazing C Grade villain. Plus, he could be a native! I just think there is so much fun potential with him and the Hunted Deer as a shady haunt. I would really love for someone to bring him in so that I don’t. 

Giselle McAdams: Watching Disenchanted gave me major Giselle brainworms. Seriously she is so fun. I love light, flirty, girlie characters and if you did her as an Order lady...they are SO juicy and fun to write. Untapped resource, I am telling you.

Abigail Gabble: UGH my perfect darling. She is potentially on my list to get back but new people keep shoving her down, so I think that someone should pick her up and play her! Don’t you wanna be involved in the Bonfamilles? C’mon.

Jasmine or Aladdin: I have such a cool plot I wanna do with them at some point and it is evergreen and honestly I would play either of them so--if you’re interested in demons and time travel...hmu!

Tod or Copper: I think either of them would be so fun to have around. Mostly for Vixey, yes. Having friends from home could be complicated. Or, maybe, they aren’t natives at all and she met them in London. It’d be super fun if t hat was the case because I think having her London life clash with her Swynlake life would be very stressful (for her, fun for me.)

Any Muse of Hesiod: I am eying one myself...won’t say which but I think they have such a cool magic and such a fun, dramatic history to play with. What with the cult and all that. Just really great vibes and all the magic is so cool to try and developed because they’re sorta OP but also kind of not. I just think they’re an under the radar resource of fun plotting!

#swynwrimo #swynwrimo2022 #swynwrimotina #swynwrimotina2022 #no fcs bc im bad at fcs #but listen pls get any of these #i would be so happy #madrigals especially #any of them

[anoseforrottenapples]

🍼 Mary, muse up to you (maybe Sprout with his baby sister or Abe or Dinah with either?)

Setting the pie down on the windowsill, Mary accepted her son from Dinah. “Hello, Thomas!” She greeted the gabbling baby with delight, shifting her arms so she could hold him securely.

Pressing a kiss against Thomas’s forehead, she turned toward Dinah. “Thank you so much for watching him. I know he is such a good baby, but you did not need to spend your whole afternoon on our farm. I’m sure you’re needed at White Hall as well.” Granted, Mary did appreciate the company. She was the only woman on the farm, and she had few close female friends in town. Having her sister-in-law visit was always a pleasure.

#Muse: Mary Woodhull #palaceofmuses #Dinah

[thehuntress-rose]

✏️ for Marie specifically lol

Marie will text Amy who is right in the other room and they will facetime in their respective beds. Amy will give unsolicited advice, which Marie would normally brush off from others, but the Gabbles are like the elder sisters she never had so she somewhat respects their opinions but Amy is louder about hers. <3

#ask meme