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brookston · 4 months

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Holidays 2.8

Holidays

Air Force Day (Iran)

Boy Scouts Day

Call Everyone Dave Day (UK)

Camellia Day (Japan)

Colorism Awareness Day

Culture Day (Slovenia)

Day of Release (Elder Scrolls)

Devil’s Footprint Day (UK)

Gas Execution Day

Hold Onto Your Head Day

International Day of Prayer & Awareness Against Human Trafficking

International Septuagint Day

Kelp-Koli Death Day (Shamanism)

Kite Flying Day

Korean People’s Army Foundation Day (North Korea)

Laetitia Asteroid Day

Laugh and Get Rich Day

National Black Women Physicians Day

National Iowa Day

National No One Eats Alone Day

Nick Nolte Day

Opera Day

Prešeren Day (Day of Slovenian Culture; Slovenia)

Prison Service Day (Poland)

Propose Day

Rebel Day

Science Fiction Day

Smiles Are Contagious Day

Tako-ichi (Kite Fair; Tokyo, Japan)

Wear Orange Day

World Marriage Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Cheesecake Day

International Scotch Day

National Girl Scout Cookie Day

National Molasses Bar Day

National Potato Lover’s Day

Piscola Day (Chile)

2nd Thursday in February

Giving Hearts Day. [2nd [Thursday]

Independence & Related Days

Byzantium Novum (Declared; 2010) [Unrecognized]

Ramadan Revolution Anniversary Day (Iraq)

New Year’s Days

Tet Holiday (Eve Eve; Vietnam)

Festivals Beginning February 8, 2024

Aachen Carnival (Aachen, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Bahian Carnival (Salvador, Brazil) [thru 2.13]

Bonn Carnival (Bonn, Germany) [thru 2.13]

Busójárás (Mohács Carnival; Mohács, Hungary) [thru 2.13]

Carriacou and Petite Martinique Carnival (Hillsborough, Grenada) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Cádiz (Cádiz, Spain) [thru 2.18]

Carnival of Ivrea (Battle of the Oranges; Ivrea, Italy) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Mazatlan (Mazatlan, Mexico) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Monthey (Monthey, Switzerland) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Solsona (Solsona, Spain) [thru 2.14]

Carnival of Vilanova i la Geltrú (Vilanova i la Geltrú, Spain) [thru 2.14]

Cologne Carnival (Cologne, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Düsseldorf Carnival (Düsseldorf, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Florida State Fair (Tampa, Florida) [thru 2.19]

Great Lakes Regional Dairy Conference (Mt. Pleasant, Michigan) [thru 2.9]

Ice Dance Music Fest (Appleton, Wisconsin) [thru 2.10]

Lucerne Carnival (Lucerne, Switzerland) [thru 2.12]

Mainz Carnival (Mainz, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Rabadan Carnival (Bellinzona, Switzerland) [thru 2.13]

San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo (San Antonio, Texas) [thru 2.25]

Sitges Carnival (Sitges, Spain) [thru 2.14]

Warsaw Carnival (Warsaw, Poland) [thru 2.13]

Feast Days

Avoid Artichokes Day (Pastafarian)

Candle Spell for Springtime Wishes Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Cuthmann of Steyning (Christian; Saint)

Elffled of Whitby (Christian; Saint)

Elfleda (Christian; Virgin)

Fat Thursday [Thursday before Shrove Tuesday] (a.k.a. ...

Feast of the Incappucciati (Italy)

Fettiger Donnerstag (a.k.a. Greasy Thursday; Germany)

Giovedi Grasso

Mad Thursday

Paczki Day (Poland)

Schmutziger Donnerstag (Dirty Thursday; Switzerland)

Weiberfastnach (Women’s Carnival; Germany)

Franz Marc (Artology)

Ganymede’s Day (Pagan)

George Dawe (Artology)

Gerolamo Emiliani (a.k.a. Jerome Emiliani; Christian; Saint)

Get Naked Day (Pastafarian)

Guercino (Artology)

Ha-Ri-Ku-Yo (a.k.a. Hard Kuyo or Festival for the Broken Needles, day of rest for needles; Japan)

Jerome Emiliani (Christian; Saint)

John Grisham (Writerism)

John of Matha, founder of the Order of Trinitarians (Christian; Saint)

Josephine Bakhita (Christian; Saint)

Jules Verne (Writerism)

Juventius of Pavia (Christian; Saint)

Kevin Koala (Muppetism)

Maha Shivaratri (Festival to Lord Shiva; Hinduism)

Meingold of Huy (Christian; Martyr)

Narvik Sun Pageant Day (Vinterfestuka; Norway)

Niceties (a.k.a. Nizier, of Besançon (Christian; Saint)

Nirvana Day (a.k.a. Parinirvana; Mahayana Buddhism)

Paula Modersohn-Becker (Artology)

Paul, Bishop of Verdun (Christian; Saint)

Praxiteles (Positivist; Saint)

The Prophet’s Ascension (a.k.a. ...

Al Isra et Al Mirage (Djibouti)

Isra and Miraj (Kuwait)

Isra Mikraj (Brunei)

Isra’ Mi’raj Nabi Muhammed SAW (Indonesia)

Lailat al Miraj

Leilat al-Meiraj (Comoros)

Maha Shivaratri (South Africa, UK, US)

Miradji (Matotte)

The Prophet’s Ascension (West Bank and Gaza)

Star Festival (China; Everyday Wicca)

Stephen of Muret (a.k.a. Stephen of Grandmont; Christian; Saint)

Teletubbie Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Vartan (Christian; Saint) [Armenia]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [9 of 60]

Premieres

Aloha, Scooby-Doo! (WB Animated Film; 2005)

Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2005)

Better Call Saul (TV Series; 2015)

Billion Dollar Boner (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1960)

Birth of a Nation (Racist Silent Film; 1915)

Blackbeard’s Ghost (Film; 1968)

The Black Mountain, by Augusta Holmes (Opera; 1895)

Boris Godunov, by Modest Mussorgsky (Opera; 1874)

The Cat Came Back (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Catwoman: Hunted (WB Animated Film; 2022)

Charley’s Aunt (Silent Film; 1925)

Collateral Damage (Film; 2002)

Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean (Broadway Play; 1982)

Disney California Adventure (Theme Park; 2001)

(Don’t Go Back To) Rockville, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Duel Controls or Put It in Second (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 343; 1965)

The Early Bird and the Worm (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1936)

Flora, by Marco da Gagliano and Jacopo Peri (Opera; 1735) [1st Opera performed in US]

The Fog (Film; 1980)

Fortune Hunters (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1946)

The 42nd Parallel, by John Dos Passos (Novel; 1930)

Good Times (TV Series;1974)

Hamlet (Film; 1991)

The Harder They Come (Film; 1973)

Heaven Help Us (Film; 1985)

In Bruges (Film; 2008)

Katy Perry, by Katy Perry (Album; 2004)

Lambert the Sheepish Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

L.A. Story (Film; 1991)

Legion (TV Series; 2017)

The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part (Animated Film; 2019)

The Magic Toyshop, by Angela Carter (Novel; 1967)

The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot (Film; 2019)

Marquee Moon, by Television (Album; 1977)

A Message to Gracias (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Midnight Madness (Film; 1980)

Mischief (Film; 1985)

Nearlyweds (Famous/Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1957)

Needy, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2019)

Nobody Love, by Tori Kelly (Song; 2015)

Planet of the Apes (Film; 1968)

Radio Free Europe, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Razzberries, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

The Robot (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead (Film; 1991)

She Was a Lady (a.k.a. The Saint Meets His Match or Angels of Doom), by Leslie Charteris (Novel; 1931) [Saint #8]

Stop in the Name of Love (Song; 1965)

Symphony No. 2 in E Minor, by Sergei Rachmaninoff (Symphony; 1908)

Taxi Driver (Film; 1976)

They Didn’t Pick Up Our Option or Show Down (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 344; 1965)

Witness (Film; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Hieronymus, Josefina, Josefine (Austria)

Jerko, Jeronim, Jozefina, Mladen (Croatia)

Milada (Czech Republic)

Corintha (Denmark)

Taalo, Tali, Talis, Talvo (Estonia)

Laina (Finland)

Jacqueline (France)

Elfrieda, Hieronymus (Germany)

Zacharias (Greece)

Aranka (Hungary)

Giacomina, Girolamo, Jacqueline (Italy)

Aldona, Anatols, Blazma (Latvia)

Daugvilė, Dromantas, Honorata, Saliamonas (Lithuania)

Åshild, Åsne (Norway)

Gniewomir, Gniewosz, Honorat, Jan, Ksenofont, Lucjusz, Paweł, Piotr, Salomon, Sebastian, Żaklina (Poland)

Teodor, Zaharia (Romania)

Maria (Russia)

Zoja (Slovakia)

Jerónimo, Josefina (Spain)

Dick, Rikard (Sweden)

Beula, Beulah, Clay, Clayton, Cleve, Cleveland, Clive, Clyde (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 39 of 2024; 327 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 6 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 29 (Ren-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 29 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 28 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 9 Grey; Twosday [9 of 30]

Julian: 26 January 2024

Moon: 3%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 11 Homer (2nd Month) [Praxiteles)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 50 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 18 of 28)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 4 months

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Holidays 2.8

Holidays

Air Force Day (Iran)

Boy Scouts Day

Call Everyone Dave Day (UK)

Camellia Day (Japan)

Colorism Awareness Day

Culture Day (Slovenia)

Day of Release (Elder Scrolls)

Devil’s Footprint Day (UK)

Gas Execution Day

Hold Onto Your Head Day

International Day of Prayer & Awareness Against Human Trafficking

International Septuagint Day

Kelp-Koli Death Day (Shamanism)

Kite Flying Day

Korean People’s Army Foundation Day (North Korea)

Laetitia Asteroid Day

Laugh and Get Rich Day

National Black Women Physicians Day

National Iowa Day

National No One Eats Alone Day

Nick Nolte Day

Opera Day

Prešeren Day (Day of Slovenian Culture; Slovenia)

Prison Service Day (Poland)

Propose Day

Rebel Day

Science Fiction Day

Smiles Are Contagious Day

Tako-ichi (Kite Fair; Tokyo, Japan)

Wear Orange Day

World Marriage Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Cheesecake Day

International Scotch Day

National Girl Scout Cookie Day

National Molasses Bar Day

National Potato Lover’s Day

Piscola Day (Chile)

2nd Thursday in February

Giving Hearts Day. [2nd [Thursday]

Independence & Related Days

Byzantium Novum (Declared; 2010) [Unrecognized]

Ramadan Revolution Anniversary Day (Iraq)

New Year’s Days

Tet Holiday (Eve Eve; Vietnam)

Festivals Beginning February 8, 2024

Aachen Carnival (Aachen, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Bahian Carnival (Salvador, Brazil) [thru 2.13]

Bonn Carnival (Bonn, Germany) [thru 2.13]

Busójárás (Mohács Carnival; Mohács, Hungary) [thru 2.13]

Carriacou and Petite Martinique Carnival (Hillsborough, Grenada) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Cádiz (Cádiz, Spain) [thru 2.18]

Carnival of Ivrea (Battle of the Oranges; Ivrea, Italy) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Mazatlan (Mazatlan, Mexico) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Monthey (Monthey, Switzerland) [thru 2.13]

Carnival of Solsona (Solsona, Spain) [thru 2.14]

Carnival of Vilanova i la Geltrú (Vilanova i la Geltrú, Spain) [thru 2.14]

Cologne Carnival (Cologne, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Düsseldorf Carnival (Düsseldorf, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Florida State Fair (Tampa, Florida) [thru 2.19]

Great Lakes Regional Dairy Conference (Mt. Pleasant, Michigan) [thru 2.9]

Ice Dance Music Fest (Appleton, Wisconsin) [thru 2.10]

Lucerne Carnival (Lucerne, Switzerland) [thru 2.12]

Mainz Carnival (Mainz, Germany) [thru 2.14]

Rabadan Carnival (Bellinzona, Switzerland) [thru 2.13]

San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo (San Antonio, Texas) [thru 2.25]

Sitges Carnival (Sitges, Spain) [thru 2.14]

Warsaw Carnival (Warsaw, Poland) [thru 2.13]

Feast Days

Avoid Artichokes Day (Pastafarian)

Candle Spell for Springtime Wishes Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Cuthmann of Steyning (Christian; Saint)

Elffled of Whitby (Christian; Saint)

Elfleda (Christian; Virgin)

Fat Thursday [Thursday before Shrove Tuesday] (a.k.a. ...

Feast of the Incappucciati (Italy)

Fettiger Donnerstag (a.k.a. Greasy Thursday; Germany)

Giovedi Grasso

Mad Thursday

Paczki Day (Poland)

Schmutziger Donnerstag (Dirty Thursday; Switzerland)

Weiberfastnach (Women’s Carnival; Germany)

Franz Marc (Artology)

Ganymede’s Day (Pagan)

George Dawe (Artology)

Gerolamo Emiliani (a.k.a. Jerome Emiliani; Christian; Saint)

Get Naked Day (Pastafarian)

Guercino (Artology)

Ha-Ri-Ku-Yo (a.k.a. Hard Kuyo or Festival for the Broken Needles, day of rest for needles; Japan)

Jerome Emiliani (Christian; Saint)

John Grisham (Writerism)

John of Matha, founder of the Order of Trinitarians (Christian; Saint)

Josephine Bakhita (Christian; Saint)

Jules Verne (Writerism)

Juventius of Pavia (Christian; Saint)

Kevin Koala (Muppetism)

Maha Shivaratri (Festival to Lord Shiva; Hinduism)

Meingold of Huy (Christian; Martyr)

Narvik Sun Pageant Day (Vinterfestuka; Norway)

Niceties (a.k.a. Nizier, of Besançon (Christian; Saint)

Nirvana Day (a.k.a. Parinirvana; Mahayana Buddhism)

Paula Modersohn-Becker (Artology)

Paul, Bishop of Verdun (Christian; Saint)

Praxiteles (Positivist; Saint)

The Prophet’s Ascension (a.k.a. ...

Al Isra et Al Mirage (Djibouti)

Isra and Miraj (Kuwait)

Isra Mikraj (Brunei)

Isra’ Mi’raj Nabi Muhammed SAW (Indonesia)

Lailat al Miraj

Leilat al-Meiraj (Comoros)

Maha Shivaratri (South Africa, UK, US)

Miradji (Matotte)

The Prophet’s Ascension (West Bank and Gaza)

Star Festival (China; Everyday Wicca)

Stephen of Muret (a.k.a. Stephen of Grandmont; Christian; Saint)

Teletubbie Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Vartan (Christian; Saint) [Armenia]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [9 of 60]

Premieres

Aloha, Scooby-Doo! (WB Animated Film; 2005)

Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2005)

Better Call Saul (TV Series; 2015)

Billion Dollar Boner (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1960)

Birth of a Nation (Racist Silent Film; 1915)

Blackbeard’s Ghost (Film; 1968)

The Black Mountain, by Augusta Holmes (Opera; 1895)

Boris Godunov, by Modest Mussorgsky (Opera; 1874)

The Cat Came Back (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Catwoman: Hunted (WB Animated Film; 2022)

Charley’s Aunt (Silent Film; 1925)

Collateral Damage (Film; 2002)

Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean (Broadway Play; 1982)

Disney California Adventure (Theme Park; 2001)

(Don’t Go Back To) Rockville, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Duel Controls or Put It in Second (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 343; 1965)

The Early Bird and the Worm (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1936)

Flora, by Marco da Gagliano and Jacopo Peri (Opera; 1735) [1st Opera performed in US]

The Fog (Film; 1980)

Fortune Hunters (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1946)

The 42nd Parallel, by John Dos Passos (Novel; 1930)

Good Times (TV Series;1974)

Hamlet (Film; 1991)

The Harder They Come (Film; 1973)

Heaven Help Us (Film; 1985)

In Bruges (Film; 2008)

Katy Perry, by Katy Perry (Album; 2004)

Lambert the Sheepish Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

L.A. Story (Film; 1991)

Legion (TV Series; 2017)

The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part (Animated Film; 2019)

The Magic Toyshop, by Angela Carter (Novel; 1967)

The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot (Film; 2019)

Marquee Moon, by Television (Album; 1977)

A Message to Gracias (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Midnight Madness (Film; 1980)

Mischief (Film; 1985)

Nearlyweds (Famous/Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1957)

Needy, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2019)

Nobody Love, by Tori Kelly (Song; 2015)

Planet of the Apes (Film; 1968)

Radio Free Europe, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Razzberries, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

The Robot (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead (Film; 1991)

She Was a Lady (a.k.a. The Saint Meets His Match or Angels of Doom), by Leslie Charteris (Novel; 1931) [Saint #8]

Stop in the Name of Love (Song; 1965)

Symphony No. 2 in E Minor, by Sergei Rachmaninoff (Symphony; 1908)

Taxi Driver (Film; 1976)

They Didn’t Pick Up Our Option or Show Down (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 344; 1965)

Witness (Film; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Hieronymus, Josefina, Josefine (Austria)

Jerko, Jeronim, Jozefina, Mladen (Croatia)

Milada (Czech Republic)

Corintha (Denmark)

Taalo, Tali, Talis, Talvo (Estonia)

Laina (Finland)

Jacqueline (France)

Elfrieda, Hieronymus (Germany)

Zacharias (Greece)

Aranka (Hungary)

Giacomina, Girolamo, Jacqueline (Italy)

Aldona, Anatols, Blazma (Latvia)

Daugvilė, Dromantas, Honorata, Saliamonas (Lithuania)

Åshild, Åsne (Norway)

Gniewomir, Gniewosz, Honorat, Jan, Ksenofont, Lucjusz, Paweł, Piotr, Salomon, Sebastian, Żaklina (Poland)

Teodor, Zaharia (Romania)

Maria (Russia)

Zoja (Slovakia)

Jerónimo, Josefina (Spain)

Dick, Rikard (Sweden)

Beula, Beulah, Clay, Clayton, Cleve, Cleveland, Clive, Clyde (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 39 of 2024; 327 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 6 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 29 (Ren-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 29 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 28 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 9 Grey; Twosday [9 of 30]

Julian: 26 January 2024

Moon: 3%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 11 Homer (2nd Month) [Praxiteles)

Runic Half Month: Elhaz (Elk) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 50 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 18 of 28)

#Holidays

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quarterdollar · 4 months

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i love koala so much i barely know her as she is in the present but like. fishman karate master. god. and her steampunky goggles & hat Augh so precious. sweet girl i am so happy you’re alive and thriving and rebelling against the world government

#quarter watches one piece #does hatchan know about what she’s up to currently. don’t answer that bc i’ll cry

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sylvva · 9 months

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@sozokami said :

★ gimme all day ideas

meme // accepting

FOR STRAWHAT CANONS // AHMYA

plots with Camilla. I love the exploring the casual side of the strawhat crew hanging out. Of course each character interacts with each other differently. Camilla is certainly a bit sweeter to the girls as they tend to be less messy than the guys on the ship. Regardless there is a sense of family on the ship and Camilla adores that.

Specifically Robin reminds Camilla of her mother a lot. Her mom was a very studious and intellectual woman, much like Robin. I can see Camilla trying to study together or ask Robin about new concepts she doesn't understand.

With Nami and Usopp, I can see them three of them being the plant group. They each share different parts of the Sunny's garden and can help each other out in that regards. I can see Camilla going down the Nami route of asking Usopp for help upgrading her weapon (I hc she eventually gets sea prism spikes added).

FOR HYORI

Definitely more stuff with Izo. I think he would want to help care for her now, especially since he has left over regret going out to sea instead of staying on Wano during the 20 years. He could have helped look after during that time. But he loved his time with the Whitebeard Pirates and would certainly tell her all about the outside world. I think this would also be beneficial as Wano starts to open back up to the rest of the world.

FOR KOALA

I have a revolutionary verse with Kohza and I think we can certainly do a few things there! Maybe her showing him the ropes of the group or other aspects.

I normal verse I still believe he has revolutionary contacts he gained when he was the rebel leader (as in they probably helped him gain resources needed to). Right now I hced he is using those resources to search for Vivi. We can do something along that since Sabo is involved with what happened.

#▋▍▏written letters ❇ asks ❇#sozokami #▋▍▏off the books ❇ ooc ❇#[ thanks for sending in! ]#[ hope you like any of these ]#[ feel free to hit me up so we can maybe plot in more details ]

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rebelontheroad · 4 years

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Take me back... 🐨💕

#AustralianDays🌏🇦🇺

#RebelGoesToAustralia #RebelAddicted

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my-muses-in-op · 4 years

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It couldn’t have been him

Ann had her usual I-beat-up-some-men-and-they-were-surprised grin on her lips, as she leaned back in the chair, taking a huge sip og the beer. Ace sat next to her, face on the table. They were in a bar and the reason for Ann’s gri, was right in front of them. A dozen men lied on the floor, soem groaning in pain, others unconscious. They had made the mistake to try and take Ann down, as she had walked towards the table where Ace was asleep.

The owner of the bar had taken out his gun as soon as the men had almost thrown themselves at her, one or two having known she was with the Whitebeard commander. She had proven to the owner of th ebar that he didn’t need to waste his bullets on those for her. It had taken barely five minutes before they were in the pile they were in now.

Ace jolted up, eyes drowsy and he blinked the sleep away. The first sight he was met with, was the men on the floor, some had managed to get onto all four. He turned his head to see the grin on Ann’s face and he rolled his eyes lightly. “This is probably why Haruta said he doesn’t want you on his missions. You cause too much ruckus.” Ace stretched his arms above the head.

“Not my fault. They were over me like hungry wolves. Ask the owner.” Ann shrugged, the grin fadig from her face. “Anyway, I saw some amazing fabrics here and I think Izo will be thrilled if we brought some back. Also got a gift for Thatch. Some spices I know he has been looking for.” She pointed at her back to indicate she’d bought the spices already.

Ace’s eyes went to the owner, who seemed to be waiting for the men to get up, so he could kick them out. “You think they’ll owe us one then?” Ace eyed her. Ann often bought or stole things for the family,but rarely for herself. She even rarely asked for favors or stuff, so Ace was confused to why she spoiled their family like that.

She chuckled and looked at him. “I don’t need that to get what I want. Observing Izo back then gave me all the skills I need to get it my way. Nah, this is just me being kind and keep them happy. After all, they are family...” She trailed off a little. Even if it had been almost a year since they accepted to be part of the Whitebeard Pirates, it still felt somewhat odd to call them family.

Ace nodded, knowing where her thoughts were going. “So about our mission?” He looked at her and she gave another shrug. “I’ve done what Haruta told me to, but no one has approached me. You got any luck?” she kne whe probably hadn’t due to him being asleep when she entered the bar and the sheepish grin on his face confirmed it to her. What a pair they were.

“However, it’s not all over yet. Someone has been following me and they’re darn good.” Ann’s eyes drifted around and fixed at a corner table with shadows. There were two people there, maybe three. Ace’s eyes followed her gaze and nodded. Still, neither he or Ann made another move, as it was up to their observers to make it.

The men on the floor managed to scramble away after 10 more minutes. Ace smirked lightly, seeing how the humped their way out. Served them right to ump on his sister and he cursed himself for having falling asleep and missed the show. It was probably why they had attacked her in the first place. Sothe infamous Fire Fist Ace wouldn’t interfere. Maybe they wanted to use her to get him too?

“You’re rather observant, Miss.” Ace was borught out of his thoughts, as a young woman - not much older than him and Ann - sat at their table. Ann had changed her position, Ace knew his sister was ready to fight withing a heartbeat. He was stillsitting relaxed, though he too would be able to fight within a second.

Ann had a neutral face as she spoke. “Comes with my profession. So what is it you want from Oyaji and why asking for me and my brother specifically?” She tried to sound casual and as if it didn’t really matter why them, but all were dying to knoow why them and not Marco or one of the older commanders.

“We simply want permission to sail through his territory, trade with people on islands under his protection. It’ll be easier and faster for us.” The young woman answered, ignring the second question. Ann eyed Ace for a second.It was actually him who should speak for the captain, but the freckled male just gave her a small nod, silently telling that she should go on and he had her back.

Ann eyed the two other at the table the woman had come from. So it had been three and not two as first assumed. Then her eyes went back to the woman. “I’ll have to talk with Oyaji about it. For what reason do you wish to do so, besides it being more convenient for you?” Ann didn’t believe it was the only reason and her captan would need a better one before even consider to give the request a thought.

The woman eyed Ace, who sat with an unreadable face. Her eyes went back to Ann, a slight surprise was in them. “I thought it would be your commander who would do the talking.” Ann shrugged. “My brother is better with his fists than with words. Must be a brain damage.”

“OI!” Ace pouted offended, but both the woman and Ann giggled at that.It lightened the mood. “I’m Koala by the way. The men over there are Hack and Sabo.” Koala was looking at the two men, so she didn’t noticed that both Ann and Ace tensed at the name Sabo and their head snapped towards the two in the shadows for a brief moment. Then it was gone, though there was a small part of them on guard now.

“Good to know.” Ann nodded. “Now about my questions?” Her eyes and face was back to the calm and diplomatic one that Marco had taught her to use. Koala nodded and lowered her voice a little. “We have allies close to Whitebeard’s territory, as you might know. It would be far easier for us to come to their aid and them to ours, if we could be sure it’ll be safe to cross the seas in your captain’s territory.”

It was very reasonable, but still not enough. Ace gave Ann a gaze, wondering if she really could get the information they needed. Normally it was Haruta or Rakuyo who dealt with things like this. However, Ann was always in for a surprise, just as you thought you’d figured her out.

“I see, however I doubt Oyaji would accept that. What do he get if he was to make a deal with you and why not go through the territory of Red Hair? It’s just as close as Oyaji’s.” Ann was now staring into the eyes of Koala, who didn’t back down or flinched, which Ace had to admit was impressive. “Besides, you never answered to why you asked for Ace and I.”

Silence fell over them. It became a staring contest between them, one that Ace would win. After all, it was the Revolutionaries who wanted something from them and not the other way around. After a few more moments, Koala sighed. “Fine. First, we can offer weapons, supplies and manpower. Not all wants to be revolutionaries, but seek out a family on the sea. Second, Red Hair’s territory is plausible and one we’ll seek out, if your captain doesn’t accept. Third, I can’t give a clear answer. Our chief of Staff, Sabo, just wanted to see you for some reason even he doesn’t know of.” Koala shrugged at the last part.

Ann eyed Ace for s short moment, before talking to Koala again. “We’ll deliver your request to Oyaji. We can’t promise anything though. It’s not our place to.” Her tone was indicating that the conversation was over. “Thanks.” Koala gave them a nod and went over to Sabo and Hack. The two men rose and both Ann and Ace caught a glmipse of them.

A young man arund their age with blond hair and dressed like a noble and a Fishman. Ann and Ace stared at the blond and then at each other. “Ace it couldn’t have been him. Right?” Ann’s voice cracked a little. Ace’s balled his fists, flames dancing in his hands. “No! It wans’t him. He’s dead. It’s just a coincidence. Come let’s get back home.” Ace stood and walked out. Ann followed him, her eyes scanning around, but she didn’t see the three again. If only she could have a better look at the blond. Not that she actually believed it was him, Sabo wouldn’t have stayed in the back like that and furthermore, their Saboo would have long ago made contact with them, if he had survived.

Still, there was this nagging hope that blossomed in her chest. What if it had been their Sabo, though he just didn’t remember them?

#didi talks #my fanfic #drabble #It couldn’t have been him #black flower (ann)#hotheaded brother (ace)#the rebel boy (sabo)#the rebel girl (koala)#rebel fishman (hack)#long post #set before luffy sets sail

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 2 years

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BFCD Masterlist: Black Female Cartoon Characters

Daria Roselyn Rainbow High | Diana the Acrobat Dungeons and Dragons | Dijonay Jones The Proud Family | Doc McStuffins Doc McStuffins |

Elise Abadeer Adventure Time | Enid OK KO! Let’s Be Heroes | Erica Wang Captain Underpants | Esther Hopkins Twelve Forever |

Felicia Bratz | Foxxy Love Drawn Together | Francine Frye Marvel’s Spider Man | Frida Hilda |

Helena Troy Spy Groove | Holly Phineas and Ferb | HoneyBee Black Dynamite Animated Series | Honeybee Shaw-Tobin The Great North |

Indigo Rainbow Brite | Iridessa Disney Fairies |

Obsidian Steven Universe | Olivia Pokemon | Orange Blossom Strawberry Shortcake | Ororo Munroe X-Men

Penny Proud The Proud Family | Piper Storm Hawks | Princess Ariel Thundarr the Barbarian

Quinn Ergon Final Space | Quinta Foreman Big Mouth

Rae Sloane Star Wars Rebels | Rashida Remington Big City Greens | Rhonda Vega Children of Ether | Roberta Tubbs The Cleveland Show | Ruby Steven Universe

Valerie Brown Josie and the Pussycats | Valerie Gray Danny Phantom |

Wilhamena Mettle OK Let’s Be Heroes | Wolf Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts |

Yvette Hey Monie |

#Black Female Cartoon Characters Masterlist #Masterlist #Black Female Cartoon Characters #Black Female Characters #BFCD Masterlist #List will be updated as needed #Updated 2/26/2022 #Updated 6/20/2022 #Updated 3/1/2023

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hbalto · 2 years

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Father Figure

Rated T for adult subject matters and swearing

This fanfic is a sequel to my previous fanfic “Girl Talk and Toxic Boys.”

Buster Moon was mad, no he was irate, no he was absolutely incensed.

He had heard from Rosita what had happened to Ash only just 2 days before, and the koala was not happy, not happy at all.

That dinkelshplat, that cheating and lying bastard, had attempted to sexually assault Ash, (A/N: I find the word r*** to be really ugly so I’m not gonna use it) and now Ash, with the help of Rosita, was filing a restraining order to make sure the Lance stays as far away from her as possible.

'Good riddance!' Buster thought as he angrily paced around his office. This event had struck a personal chord with him.

Buster hadn't really thought about it before, but ever since the outdoor performance and the building of the New Moon Theater, and the several shows that they had put on since then, Ash had become like a daughter to him.

Buster had watched Ash grow from a rockin’ rebel who stood by her man, to a rockin’ rebel who stood out as an independent young woman who had decided to, as her song says, “set it all free.” Buster was proud of the independent woman that Ash had become, and wanted nothing more than for her to succeed.

But now that this sad excuse for a man had tried to take away his “daughters” innocence in such a brutal fashion, he could hardly think about anything else but how fragile Ash must have been feeling, and about how much he wanted stab Lance in both of his eyes with his own quills.

A knock on his office door snapped Buster out of his angry thoughts. The koala looked at the clock in the room, it read exactly 1:00 PM.

‘Oh yeah, that’s right, Ms. Crawly said somebody had made an appointment for a private audition today to see if he could join the group. I wonder who they could be?' Buster thought to himself.

“Come on in!” Buster called, quickly returning to his normal, optimistic mood.

The door opened to reveal somebody that Buster was really not expecting to see.

It was the lying, cheating, dinkelshplat himself, Lance.

“Hey, Moon, it’s been a while.” Lance greeted in his usual gruff voice, guitar slung over his shoulder.

“Lance! Yes, it has been a while.” Buster said, his smile now more fake than it had ever been before. “How’ve you been?” While Buster wanted nothing more than to punch Lance in the face and tell him to get the hell out of his theater, he had to keep up his appearance because punching someone in the face means that somebody might get the police involved, getting the police involved means getting your name in the newspaper, and getting your name in the newspaper, in this context, means giving your theater a bad name. So, in short, violence was not an option here.

“I’ve been alright. You got time to hear me shred on my guitar here? I promise I’ll be worth your time.” Lance said, his cocky attitude annoying Buster behind his convincingly fake smile.

“Actually, Lance, no, I wouldn’t.” Buster stated.

“What? Why?” Lance whined, sounding the kid who got a PS3 instead of a PS4 for Christmas.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, Lance, but I’m not really accepting any new people into my troop at this time.” Buster stated, trying to hide the smirk that said how totally not sorry he totally was.

“But I thought you-”

“You thought wrong, Lance, sorry.” Buster said, still hiding his smirk.

Lance groaned. “Oh, alright.” The porcupine reached into his guitar case and pulled out a single rose. “If I’m not in your troop, then could you at least give this to Ash for me?”

With that, Busters fake smile finally broke. “What?”

“This.” Lance repeated, moving the rose closer to Busters face. “Could you give this to Ash for me?”

Y-y-you...” Busters brow slowly furrowed as a rare expression of anger came across his face.

“Uh, Moon, you okay?” Lance asked, starting to get nervous.

“You want me to give this rose to the young woman you tried to violate 2 days ago!?” Buster growled in Lances face.

“Oh... you know about that.” Lance said awkwardly.

“DAMN RIGHT I KNOW ABOUT IT, LANCE BENNETT!” Buster screamed, knocking Lance out of his chair.

Lance quickly got up as Buster got out of his own chair and slowly approached him, saying “I’m only going to say this nicely ONCE, get the hell out of my theater, Lance.”

Lance scoffed. “Come on, old man, I just wanna give the girl I love a ro-”

“THE GIRL YOU LOVE!?” Buster roared, getting more and more into Lances face.

“Oh yeah, tell me, Lance, does this sound like the perfect date!? ‘I’m going to get totally shitfaced and try get laid with my ex-girlfriend who hates me.’ DOES THAT SOUND LIKE ROMANCE, LANCE!?” Buster screamed, his rare angry expression still plastered on his face.

“Okay, look Moo-” Lance started, trying his way out of another lecture from an old man.

“I don’t want to hear it!” Buster shouted. “Get the fuck out of my theater, you walking piece of shit, before I call the-”

Suddenly, Ash walked in.

“Moon, what’s with all the y-” the young female porcupine froze as she quickly saw who was in the room with Buster, her eyes widened in shock.

Lance gave a pathetic sly smile as he turned to Ash. “Hey, babe. Look, sorry about the other night, I did something wrong and I’m so-” before Lance could finish he was blinded by mace once again.

“AAAAHHHHHHH!!!” Once again, Lance let out a very shrill scream as the mace blinded him and burned his eyes.

“Get out! Get the hell out!” Ash screamed in fear as she hid behind Buster while Lance suffered through the effects of mace.

Through his blindness, Lance was able to grab his guitar case and run like a scared little girl out of Busters office, leaving the rose behind.

Ash looked down at the rose, it looked like it had been freshly picked from the ground, not even cleaned like the ones in stores. The young female porcupine walked to the flower and picked it up.

“Pathetic bastard.” Ash muttered.

“Are you okay?”

Ash turned to Buster, concern riddled on the koalas features.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Moon."

"Are you sure?" Buster, not really convinced by his "daughters" answer.

Ashs expression slowly turned to sadness before she replied with a shaky "...no."

The young porcupine then embraced the older koala bear; now it was his job to do the comforting. Ashs 2nd mother did it before, now it was her 2nd fathers job.

Buster went to work on Ash, shh-ing, whispering sweet things into her ear, and telling her everything was going to be okay.

"How do you know?" Ash asked, sadly.

"I'll tell you how I know." Buster replied, confidently. "Because you have an entire group of people who work with you here that care about you so much. Rosita, me, Meena, Johnny, Ms Crawly, we all love you Ash, and we're gonna help you get through this." Buster said sweetly.

"You promise?" Ash asked.

"I promise." Buster replied.

As Lance left through the front doors of the New Moon theater, still halfway blind from Ashs mace, he didnt know what else could make his day worse.

It's too bad he didn't know that Rosita had also informed a certain Jazzy mouse about Ashs predicament, a certain Jazzy mouse who just so happened to have a squad of mafia bears at his disposal, a certain jazzy mouse who was now watching Lance leave the theater from a few yards away, his bears in tow.

"There's the bastard. Get him!"

#sing ash #sing buster #sing mike #sing johnny #sing rosita #sing 2021 #sing 2 #sing movie #sing 2016

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majoraop · 2 years

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The Young Revolutionary

Prologue

BALTIGO IS A WINDY, barren island lapped by deep-blue stormy waves. Perfect land to pick as the Revolutionary Army’s headquarters, the volcanic tuff gave birth to austere buildings, flat terrains turned into training grounds, and underground water canals became shelters. The revolutionaries were outcasts, rebels. They were both ready to fight and, when necessary, flee without prior notice. Wanted by the Marine, they were the worst enemies of the World Government, hence enemies of the Celestial Dragons—self-appointed "gods" who took freedom away from people. Koala knows the hardness of their lives since she has been a victim of persecution, too. I’ve been a slave. She feels nauseous, and fear clenches her stomach as she recalls those humiliating days. However, anticipation replaces those painful memories as soon as she enters the headquarters’ main hall. The large room has a solemn quality to it. Is it because of the presence of the Supreme Commander? Monkey D Dragon is tall and stern, but with a gentle air around him. Feeling her thanks to what Koala assumes is Observation Haki, he turns around and smiles. Reassured by his kind gesture, she smiles back and joins the group of newcomers. Koala glances around as she gets instructions and fake documents from their superiors, but she doesn’t see any familiar faces. She feels disoriented, but she knows that becoming a revolutionary was the right thing to do. She won’t turn on her steps. I owe it to you, Fisher Tiger. Koala puts a hand on her chest. Melancholy is always lingering in her heart—a feeling she usually keeps hidden deep inside, but that resurfaces whenever she feels alone. Still, she won't go back to her village. Never. She understands why her family did what they did: they couldn't know Tiger was a good person. That he had only wanted to protect her. Koala has experienced hopelessness and despair first-hand, too, so can relate to her people. However, she cannot condone their actions. I’m ashamed… Ashamed that my family condemned you to die. Tiger had allowed her to cry and express her emotions without restraint. He had replaced the empty grin she had used as a shield with a genuine smile. He had bestowed a hopeful “sun” upon her. And now, you’re gone. Koala’s expression shows fondness, but her eyes remain sad. She hides her face behind her cloak: it’s brown and plain, darker than her messy brown locks. She doesn’t like to stand out; her body may be free now, but her past still shackles her mind. Embracing her new condition will need time. Liberty. Such a simple yet powerful word! Koala doesn’t know if she’ll be up to the task. However, she will train and learn and do anything to improve herself—and later the state of the world. I will fight for freedom. Her determination allowed her to join the revolutionaries at a young age, but she knows that things won’t be easy. Still, I will repay Dragon’s trust. Koala isn’t the only teen in the Revolutionary Army, though. There is at least another one. Which was his name, again? Sabo? Yes, it should be “Sabo.” The most promising member of the Army. Or so Koala has heard, at least. Euphoria rushes through her body. Why does she feel like that about him? Sure, Sabo’s reputation precedes him, but she has no reason to be so curious about that specific revolutionary. Yet, whenever people around her speak his name, her heart beats faster. I wonder what kind of person you are. The wind was whistling outside when the door of the hall opened again. As everyone went silent, the girl turned around.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

I’ll try to update this multi-chapter story monthly to celebrate the #saboala_hd27cmday event. The original draft of this fanfic is probably my oldest, still unpublished OP story ever, and I felt it was time to finally complete it. I hope you’ll like it even if its plot and characterizations won’t be fully canon! ^^

#saboalaweek #SaboalaWeek2022 #saboala #sabokoa #opfanfic #opfanfiction #onepiece #one piece #The Young Revolutionary #majoraop #queued

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impossibleclair · 2 years

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@canadiankazz tagged me in a thing! Thanks Kaz!

1: Highlight the one you like most!

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis

2: List 10 songs that I love at the moment by different artists and tag 10 4 people to do the same

1. The Girl, by Hellberg

2. Cool Girl, by Tove Lo

3. I Lived, by One Republic

4. Bright, by Echosmith

5. Free, by Florence + the Machine

6. Give Me Novacaine/She's a Rebel, by Green Day

7. Angry Universe, by A.C Newman

8. Candy Coates Lie$, by Hot Milk

9. Something Wild, by Lindsey Stirling

10. Pumpkin, by The Regrettes

Tagging @catfishofoldin99colours @sam-giddings @keymintt and whoever else wants to do it!

#asks #clair speaks #tag games #thanks for tagging me kaz!#this was super fun

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midnightluck · 3 years

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If it's okay, I really love your/authenticaussie's OHSHC au? Can we see more of it?? How do Ace and Sabo start the club? Why do they start it?? What happens when Marco actually starts getting along with them??

“You know this isn’t going to work, right?” Koala asks. She says it cleanly and clearly and without inflection, because it’s the cruelest thing she could say: it’s the truth.

“I already handled the hard part,” Sabo says, hands clenching on his knees. "I got us a faculty advisor. The forms are all filled out, correctly, in triplicate. I checked."

She sets the forms aside--they are, in fact correct--and folds her hands together. "Sabo," she says, and then waits until he meets her eyes. "This isn't going to work."

Sabo exhales once, closes his eyes, and sits perfectly still. Koala aches for him, for his rage and his rebellion.

"Look," she says. "I get it, I understand why--"

He breathes, suddenly, and turns his chin a few degrees. Her eyes narrow, and she takes a breath of her own and starts again.

"Sabo, you moron," she says this time. "There is no one in the world who understands your history the way I do--no, shut up, he doesn't count and you know it. I know what you're doing, and I can guess why you're doing it." This is true, for all she always knows in a broad sense what he's doing and can always pretty much guess why; the answers are "rebelling" and "spite" nearly every time. "You have to join a club, don't you? Your parents--" his head jerks and she shuts that down immediately. "And any clubs that already exist, well."

She won't say it out loud, but she's known her best friend for years. He's not at the most prestigious school in the country to get into a good college; he's here because it was the farthest he could run from home.

"This is a perfect club idea," Sabo says, and starts quoting from the forms she'd set aside. "It combines money management, human resources, leadership, business plans--"

"Spare me the pitch, Sabo; I read the forms and I still don't care. There's any number of clubs you could have picked--why this one?"

He's said the words before, under worse duress, so she can tell what he's holding back now; he's not saying, because it's a disgrace. He's not saying, because lying is what I'm good for, Koala, because this is all I have!

What he says, eventually, is, "I just want to flirt with pretty girls."

It's her turn to close her eyes and breathe out. "Sabo," she says, and opens her eyes to meet his.

"Koala," he says back, lifting his chin and refusing to back down. "This is what I'm doing. I'm going to make this work."

And he is, is the thing, or he would be if this wasn't against three separate regulations. He's going to try, going to throw himself against this wall, because he is her idiot best friend and he has chosen this stupid, meaningless club as the defining point of his high school career and the hill he is willing to die on.

She exhales and says, "Next year."

He blinks at her. "I beg your pardon?"

She picks the forms back up. "Next year. You've already pissed off enough of the Student Council that they're not going to bend for you. You're going to have to wait until next year."

"What will be different about next year?" he asks, head tilting.

"I don't care about your stupid little club," she says, and she even means it. It's him she cares about. "Unlike you, I actually care about my future and have higher goals. I'm going to be Student Council Vice President by this time next year." She puts the forms down and slides them over to him. "Talk to me again then, Sabo, and we'll see what we can do."

#koala #sabo the revolutionary #ouran host club #a very very expensive vase au #yall should know by now #there's no such thing as pure crack when it comes to me #i need a better asks tag #answer in the form of a story #koala absolutely runs the school #he never says thank you and she never says it was for him

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sword-of-summer · 3 years

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All of them answer every question fuck you

ahahaha no i respectfully deny your "fuck you" and i accept the ask and so-

i am 5'10", and i don't wish to be taller or shorter- i am the perfect height for hugs and messy hair, and yep, i like it here-

dream pet would be a mix of golden retriver and a husky called Holly and a chonky cat called Loki- yes ofcourse my future kids have names everyone should name their future pets-

ripped jeans/black pants with a Darth Vader tshirt or a Ethnic Fusion Kurta with black sneakers/artificial leather slip-ons, and if it's cold, a black jacket open obviously- and a black wristwatch i love my black wristwatch.

favourite video game was Clash of Clans and going even back, GTA Vice City and, the og- MARIIOOOO

three things/people are Oreos, Nutella and Pizza. The Holy Trinity-

"Beware me my fingers are smeared with chicken popcorn grease"

you didn't mention an opinion, @chunkybirb, so imma give my opinion on Vanilla ice cream and Nutella- ANYONE WHO HADN'T COMBINED THESE TWO COMBINE THESE TWO THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME

im either phlegmatic or melancholic bruh idk maybe ik or maybe not

im v v v v ticklish

not an allergy, but an intense hatred for ketchup- i vomit if it gets too close to me fuck you ketchup

im heterosexual

any between tea and coffee but full milk coffee (ik, kill me), never had cocoa- but i love a chocolate or nutella milkshake

both. both is good. (cat and dog)

i would be an elf cause hell yeah, knowledge and wisdom

favourite youtuber is Samay Raina, a stand up comedian turned youtuber who is just awesome-

as i mentioned in 1., i am 5'10"

i would not change my name cause it's the coolest fucking name ever, i am Tanay, and Tanay in Hindi means Son, and my parents literally named their son Son, and hell yeah i like it

i forgot how much i weigh- last i checked it was 75 kilos, but ive gained weight since 2019 so yep, gotta walk in the mornings

yes i believe in metaphysicality cause one- it seems cool- second- me and @theclassyghost discussed a metaphysical life theory that i really really like and metaphysicality gives preservation of knowledge so i believe in spirits

SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.

im not that religious, no

pet peeves no well nah not really

nocturnal def nocturnal i sleep at 4.50 anyway hehehehe

fav constellation is Cassiopeia

fav star is Sirius tho

what the fuck are ball jointed dolls

i do have a fear of losing people that's just anxiety i guess

yep, global warming is real

never thought that much about reincarnation tbh but maybe, i do

fav movie is Spider Man : Into The SpiderVerse and Inception and The Dark Knight Rises and Revenge of The Sith and yes, for my indian gang, 3 Idiots and Gully Boy

yep i get scared v v v easily

i have had no pets but i plan to once i grow up

@chunkybirb 's blog is fucking cool awesome and *chef's kiss* a masterpiece

blue calms me. i love blue.

live in Norway cause pretty lights, snow, and less people than this overpopulated country i am in

born in Mumbai, India

v v v dark brown like it's almost black but no it's dark brown

introvert

horoscopes and zodiacs, i do read them, never believed that much tbh-

HUGS I LOVE HUGS

i really wanna visit my brother i haven't met him in a long time i really wanna play cricket w him just like old times

my sister- she's annoying but well i care for her

nah

tattoos idk bruh im okay idk may get one or may not get one

nope, smoking is ewwww *vomits*

ah my crush- she's cool [ if she exists

when the chalk doesn't write on the board but goes iiiiiieeee I HATE THAT

a sound i love is rain pitter pattering i just hhhhhh sends me into happiness

nope fatass here

favourite actors have to be eddie redmayne, oscar issac and pedro pascal- and margot robbie and winona ryder in the actresses section also yes, elliot page

bruh already answered in 30.

im okayish!! spotify and tumblr, cool combo-

my hair are okay being black for me

yesterday, monday, from 6.40 to 6.50

music

uhhh naah not that i know of

well in Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase books, the sword of Frey aka Sumarbrander TALKS and demands to be called Jack, so here i am

bakwaas, music and comfy

yep, i believe in evolution

unfollow on hate and when they dm me sending nsfw pics ugh why are people like that

follow, well, i like people and they seem cool, so i follow them

fav kind of person is the one who'll sit with me for hours not even talking and just vibing to music

fav animals are beavers, doggos and cats

three fav blogs are @chunkybirb, @theclassyghost, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @aredhel-of-gondolin, @sue-me-imbadass, @alleenkaas, @my-ackerman, @brrrrrrrrrrzone

fav emoticon has to be ☹ this me seeing my stupidity outrank others

fav meme has to be Butternut is a master of psychological manipulation

INTP

Libraaa let's go

no dog, i have

black darth vader tshirt, black pants, black sneakers and black wrist watch

i have no selfies my phone has no cameras i live in eternal darkness

what the fuck are platform shoes

i, uhhh, i remember weird things like what i drew in class in 3rd while i was supposed to be doing english

lazy ass here, no front flips possible

i like birds they fly

nope i don't Iike swimming i like blankets

wrapped up in blankets reading books sounds better than both

ketchup

hyperspace travel

nope none

reading writing eating sleeping

my friend

tumblr seems cool

i have around 60-70 idk

yes i can run but why

yes they do but what's the fun in that

nope I'd fall over

sapphire let's go

koala bear or panda

sunflower or the one on a lemon tree

ketchup store

one cup of coffee is enough, tysm

read minds that sounds cool cool yeaaahh

nope never wore it a black clothes guy here BatMan

winter winter all year long

i don't know and i don't wanna try

i don't know and i don't wanna know

everyone cause they are better than me

bookstores cause bookstores any bookstores

sneakers, black onez

apparently some gas bitches mixed up to form a planet

non vegetarian but i partake meat just twice or thrice in two weeks

i don't know they don't seem like liking

naaaaaaaah

bugs ew

spiders ew

about the fact that i come off as arrogant and overconfident while in reality it's just that my communication skills suck

i can draw averagely whenever im in a mood

this thing im answering but i like answering it

uhhhhhhh brain freeze- idk bruh questions are good they give knowledge

yep, while sleeping

ahh yes calming, they are

cloudy days cause fucking cool vibes

hehehe wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

CumuloNimbus i really like it's name yknow nimBUS

dark blue, dark blue always or black

naaaah no freckles

fav thing is when they laugh and it's just happy and we're both laughing like shitheads but who cares we're rebelling against depressing life and we laugh

both. both is good [ fruits and vegetables

sleep but i have to answer 170 questions cause @chunkybirb

sky sky sky it's my blog's header duh uh sKy

sweet and sour candy. SWEET AND SOUR CANDY.

dim lights it makes me feel cool

ahhh so here we go- Mooncalfs, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Sphinxes, Dragons that seem to be Space Nebulae, and more and more and more

i really feel like a boomer sometimes

i love everything about this site/app it makes me feel happy cause i like the people and the posts

uhhhhh i think too much about everything cause i just do. i like thinking

"He's dead, guys. For the sake of The Force, please watch Star Wars now he wanted to discuss it with you" actually no i would just say "A big shoutout to Garlic Bread he loved Garlic Bread"

myself cause i should be sleeping but sleep is for the weak and i am the weak and the strong i am a paradox-

that i obsess too much on things and try involving people it never works out

nope. had braces for 4 years, that beat out teeth showing smiles

i prefer computer-tv ahahahahaha

never tried them, so IDK

naaaaah not motion sickness- never travelled by sea so idk seasickness

lobed ears

yep i believe that deeds do count in life and beyond

idk bruh i don't believe in physical attraction too much- bodies are fake- mentally/metaphysically tho, im a 7

ahhhhh many many Stupid Genius, Tani, Tanu, Tanya

i still do-

i really want to talk to a therapist. converse. and discover.

im both, i am both.

10:1 is the ratio- giving 10, receiving 1

uhhh nothing just when i am right and people use the old "disrespect" argument

3, Hindi, Marathi, English

girls

uhh no i am not

my hair i love them everyone says things about my hair but i love them

knowledge vibes i give, someone tells me- and that's all i ever wanted

anyone i know tbh, my mutuals, my friends, my discord friends

ahhh no i wouldn't but i wish i was born 20 years earlier

bleh bloo, neither like nor dislike

i don't know if i have one

i don't know, haven't had physical contact in a long long long time in a galaxy far far away

the above point stands but i would like to ig

anything i write, 3 hours later, i instantly hate just idk why

anything i write

that i am normal no i am not and i am not okay hahahahaha

65-70 ish people

somewhere around-

many many many don't ask please but okay if you do ask

somewhat

uhhhhh idr exactly but i won't tell in public duh uh

mediummm hairrrr

last year lockdown i became harry potter

i don't know buddy i seriously don't know

yep i do cause knowledge i like knowledge

naaah never tried

no i definitely cannot stand on my hands or my head for more than 30 seconds

yep, im pretty sure i answered most of them correctly-

og link-

#personal #ask #tumblr

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Just Desserts

Word Count: 3,400

Fluff, Romance, Domestic, Getting Together

Summary: "Love" is a four-letter word... and so is "cake."

Greetings, everyone! I hope everyone is safe and well. Here is my first story for Saboala Week’s Day One prompt, “Cake.” I hope everyone enjoys it! ^.^

Koala’s hat bobbed up and down as she jaunted down white-paved streets. A happy hum purred from her chest, and a pleased smile graced her round face. Her hands were primly pointed, fingers pressed together in planes, as she swung her arms jovially with every step. Koala was, in all meaning of the word, jubilant.

Koala just couldn’t help but be in such a pleasant mood; on this lovely summer island where the Revolutionary Army was temporarily hiding out, the sun was constantly shining, the air was warm, and butterflies and bumblebees bobbed about in the overabundance of flowers. It was a relatively small island, far off the radar for Marines and their ilk, so Koala didn’t have to scurry around like a marauder in an ugly dull cloak, either. A rebel girl had to take her little victories where she could! All in all, it was simply an enjoyable place.

Indeed, Koala's situation could only be improved by a certain coup de grace... and the universe was oh-so-kind to deliver! Koala stopped in her tracks when a delicious, absolutely mouth-watering scent graced her nostrils.

Sweet… she thought blankly as the delectable aroma thoroughly numbed any and all of her thought processes. She swiped her wet tongue across her lips as it tingled with the need for sugar. Like a beast prowling its prey, Koala stalked her way down the sidewalk, following the saccharine perfume until she arrived at the source: a quaint little bakery wedged between a bookstore and a flower shop. One of its glass windows was open, allowing the aromas of fruit-filled pastries and sweet frosting and robust breads to seep out into the street.

Koala’s fingers wiggled as she held them up in front of the doorknob. What she was smelling must be cake! Oh, how long it had been since she had partaken in a good cake… Constantly being on the run and all, such delicacies were very few and far between. Her eyes flashed with insane need, and she wrenched the door open and ran right up to the glass display case. She crouched down to press her face into the glass, smearing hot breath and drool all over its clear surface in the process.

“Smells so good…” she growled. Her stomach chimed in agreement, twisting in her belly.

“Hehehe, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I ask that you please not tap the glass. It scares them,” came a light laugh from above Koala. She glanced up to see a pretty young woman in an apron leaning over the counter and smiling at her, cheek propped in her hand. Koala detached herself from the glass and wiped off the spit that she had so grossly spread all over it.

“Sorry. They just look and smell so delicious!”

“Why, thank you. What a high compliment to receive from a tourist.”

“Is it that obvious?” Koala laughed as she stood and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

The woman laughed good-naturedly.

“This town is very close-knit. Everyone knows everyone, especially since we get a flood of tourism due to the climate. We all help each other out to promote our businesses.”

“Oh! How very nice!” Koala clasped her hands together as her eyes sparkled with admiration. What could she say; she just loved some good camaraderie. Enough small talk, however; Koala was on a mission!

“I would like to buy some cake. What would you recommend?”

“Well, that depends. What are you in the mood for?”

“Something light and fluffy and sweet!” Koala grinned widely. A bubble of drool began to leak from the corner of her smile; she could practically taste the sweet buttercream melting over her tongue, feel the soft, moist texture of spongey cake oozing with honey… Koala dissolved into pastry fantasies, chortling under her breath, and the baker had to snap her fingers in front of her face a few times to return her to reality.

“Sorry. It’s been a long time since I had a really good dessert…”

“I understand,” the woman laughed. She turned to crouch down behind the counter and begin rifling around in the various options. “I have a few options for you. Since you’re such a lovely young lady and it’s your first time here, I’ll give you three slices for the price of one. You have to make me a deal though; if you like them, you have to come back again real soon and bring your friends!”

Koala nearly collapsed in gratitude. She slumped over the counter as blissful tears rolled down her cheeks, watching with reverence while the baker packaged the three slices of cake for her in a pastel pink box and tied a thin red ribbon around it.

“You are an angel… I can never repay your kindness.”

“Hehe, the only repayment I need is you enjoying this to the fullest!”

Koala took the box and handed over the appropriate amount of change before hugging the cake box to her chest protectively. It was a long journey back to the ship, and she had to defend her treats at all costs! She could eat them now, but the necessary companion to treats of this variety was sweet milk—which she would have to return to the ship for. Koala bid the very nice baker a jovial farewell before bounding out of the shop, running back towards the docks—but not too fast, so as not to jostle her cake.

She had to collect all her willpower to keep the drool from dribbling down her chin and soaking through the top of the box. She was so excited to see what selections the baker had given her! She had no doubt that she was going to enjoy them to the fullest and was already anticipating a return trip. What a lucky break for her that she had stumbled upon the bakery on her morning walk!

Koala was trouncing victoriously down the hall with her cake box in one hand and a jug of milk in the other when she suddenly stopped in her tracks, one leg still hiked up in mid-step. Sabo’s door was closed. It was almost never closed; it was at least always cracked. A caramel eyebrow began to creep up her forehead. Could he actually be working?

“Sabo?” Koala called as she knocked lightly on the door to his room. Though their ship was nothing too out of the ordinary to keep from arousing suspicion, the important officers all had their own quarters so they could do light workouts or work on tasks in relative peace. Her hand fell down to the doorknob to turn it just when Sabo grunted for her to enter.

She poked her head curiously through the crack she made in the doorway, eyes slightly widened; normally, he would jump right up to throw open the door and greet her because it was an excuse to get away from his desk for five minutes. It seemed that Koala had stumbled across one of the rare instances where he was actually motivated. His back was to her as he sat hunched over his desk sitting beneath the small circular window, stacks upon stacks of papers piled up around him. His pen wobbled frantically as he scrawled ink all over a piece of paper before shifting it to a pile and grabbing another. Koala smiled softly at the sight. When he actually did want to get down to business, he was very hard-working and efficient.

“How long have you been in here?”

His pen stopped as he tilted his head back to tally up the time. He rubbed his chin with a gloved hand, and then Koala saw the muscles of his jaw clench in a grimace.

“Several hours, at least.” He winced when his stomach growled angrily, so loud that Koala could hear it from the doorway.

“Ehe… I don’t think I’ve eaten since this morning,” he laughed bashfully. Sabo was an early riser; undoubtedly, he had been up since at least six. It was now approaching noon. “I’ll just finish these few documents and then I’ll head down to get something,” he said to himself before looking over his shoulder at Koala. “Did you need something?”

The door still covered her hands, which held the milk and cake. She glanced down at the box with a conflicted look. Three pieces of cake sure was a lot for one person… and Sabo loved sweets. He was working so hard, even depriving himself of food in favor of finishing his task at hand. Koala ought to be a good person and offer some to him. He wasn’t a brute that would abuse her generosity and steal all her cake.

Smiling, Koala kicked the door open with the toe of her boot and walked into the room. As she did so, Sabo turned around in his chair—and then fixed his widening eyes on the cute pink box.

“What’s that?”

“Special delivery—cake from a bakery in town. Would you like some, Sabo?” she offered kindly. The childish glint of glee that alighted his black eyes did not go unnoticed by her, nor did the way his eyes followed the cake box as she carried it over and set it down on his desk. He shoved the piles casually aside to make plenty of room, allowing her to set down the pitcher of milk and cups and forks she had brought along as well. She untied the string and pulled the box open, and the two of them just stood there stupidly for a second, mouths open and watering as they beheld the masterpieces contained within.

“Smells yummy,” he finally rumbled in admiration. He looked for a second like he was going to pounce, then flicked his gaze to her and sheepishly sat back in his seat.

“Ah-ahem, you bought them, Koala, so you pick which one you want first,” he offered politely with his chin upturned regally.

Koala giggled as his upper-class instincts bled out a little. She took a fork and jabbed it into the whole strawberry sitting on top of what looked like a strawberry shortcake, plucking it from the hold of the white icing to bring it to her mouth. She jumped up to sit slightly on the corner of the desk, legs crossed and just bumping against his arm as she relished in the sweet creation.

“It’s so delicious~” she purred as she ascended to a positively heavenly plane.

Sabo laughed and set to eating what appeared to be vanilla confetti cake. He froze the instant it met his waiting tongue, like the simply divine taste had actually short-circuited his brain. Then, with fierce, ravenous hunger, he began to devour the cake with inhuman speed. He cleaved bits of cake free with sharp stabs of his fork and shoveled them into his mouth with all the frightening efficiency of a high-power vacuum.

Koala felt bad that Sabo couldn’t try the strawberry shortcake, too. Well, actually, why not? She scooped up some of the cake and then pressed the fork to his lips in the split second between one of his animalistic bites. His eyebrows arched in surprise and he just looked at her, cake resting against his lips.

“Try it, Sabo!” she insisted, pushing the fork into his mouth a few times.

Eyes locked on her face, he slowly parted his mouth to enclose the cake in his mouth, teeth scraping over the fork as he pulled back. He continued to watch her as he chewed thoughtfully.

“’S good.”

“Isn’t it?” she trilled before shoving another bite in her mouth without thinking. She then stiffened when she realized what exactly had transpired, teeth clamping down on the fork with enough force to shatter it. That was… Pretty much… An indirect kiss, right? Of course! That’s why Sabo had been so weirded out by the gesture! Face flushing pink, she peeked out of the corners of her eyes at him to see him calmly eating the rest of his confetti cake. That unsettled her; he'd been practically inhaling it just a few seconds ago. But then again... Maybe she was overthinking it, and he was just a little surprised.

Despite her attempts to reassure herself, she still fidgeted uncomfortably on the desk. After all, there was no denying Sabo was incredibly handsome, capable, and above all, kind. Every woman’s dream! Koala didn’t want to muddy their professional relationship with any personal endeavors, but she was still a girl—a girl that was crushing hard on Sabo. Most of the time she was able to bury her feelings and act all aloof and unbothered, but it was times like these where they managed to escape their cage and run rampant through her system. With shaky hands, she tried to pour herself a glass of milk and down it like a shot to use it as a placebo for her nerves; thanks to the tremors, she ended up spilling half of it down her front and choking on the rest.

Sabo jumped up with a yelp when she doubled over hacking and dripping the white liquid onto her clothes and the floor.

“Koala? You okay?”

“Wr-wrong pipe,” she wheezed, trying to play it off. It didn't feel very effective.

Sabo grabbed the closest thing, the towel he had probably used for his bath that morning, and pushed her up by her shoulder to begin wiping the milk off her front and chin. Her face blazed a shade darker when the towel passed under her nose, bringing with it Sabo’s scent of cologne and parchment with the faintest hint of soot. With an involuntary squeak, she jumped back, making the piles of paper wobble precariously.

“Sorry, did I press a little too hard?” Sabo blinked obliviously down at her. The towel still hovered in front of her face while he awaited her permission to continue.

Instead, Koala grabbed the towel from him and scrubbed her face and blouse herself, still bright pink.

“N-no, it just tickled a little,” she lied lamely.

When she was sure she had dried herself the best she could, she let the towel fall down into her lap and slumped her body in a weary sigh. I just have to go and make a fool of myself, she brooded. As her lips poked out in a dour little pout, she glanced back at Sabo, who was crouched down on the floor mopping up the puddle of spilled milk there. He must have felt her staring because he craned his neck up to peer at her.

“Um… Thanks, and sorry…”

“Hehe. No problem. It was kinda cute.” He also knew that Koala was gonna kick him for that because he threw up his arms to defend his head before her boot even moved. “Ahaha! I’m sorry, but it was!” he laughed as she prodded the meat of his bicep with her pointed boot.

Her leg fell back down when he stood up with a contented exhale. He then grabbed the towels and tossed them into a bin in the corner.

“It’s no big deal, really. It certainly livened up my afternoon,” he chuckled before looking back at her with a warm smile.

Koala flushed, unable to meet his gaze, and looked back down at her lap with quivering lips. Dammit, why was Sabo so attractive to her? All the butterflies in her stomach weren’t sitting well with her cake. She was too nauseous to eat more! Stupid Sabo and his stupid pretty face…

“Hey, Koala,” he said, and despite herself, she instinctively looked up at him. She froze at how close his face had come suddenly; he was leaning over her, the tips of their noses only separated by a few inches.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re all red. Are you running a fever?”

“No!” she cried and planted her hands over her face to try and hide the gradually reddening hue of her skin.

“Then why’s your face all red?”

“Because of you! Stupid! Stupid attractive Sabo!” she cried before she could even think about what words were coming out of her mouth. Her mind caught up with her rambling tongue a few seconds later, and as she froze solid with her body burning from head to toe, a cold rush of mortification rippled through her. Her eyes shook behind her fingers.

Did I really just come out and say that? That’s it, I have to quit the Army, take a rowboat to a deserted island, and live out the rest of my days cakeless and in shame—

Sabo began laughing. Curiosity got the better of her, and she parted her fingers only slightly to peer at him. His shoulders were jumping up and down as he held his belly and shook with raucous laughs.

“What a Koala thing to do, insult me and compliment me in the same sentence,” he laughed as a gloved thumb wiped away the little tears that had bloomed in the corners of her eyes. When they fixed back on her, she squeaked and closed the barrier to her vision again. Nope, she wasn’t gonna look at him, and he wasn’t gonna look at her, nope, nope, nope-

She whined in protest as his hands fixed themselves around her wrists and easily pulled them away from her face. But he couldn't grab ahold of her eyes, so her gaze shifted everywhere but on his face.

Oh, this is so embarrassing! What does he think of me now?

“Koala, won’t you please look at me?”

His voice was so soft and pleading and kind that her eyes couldn’t help but obey; slowly, they rolled in her sockets until she was peering nervously into his black irises. His lips were set in a thin line as he obviously considered something. His words? Surely, he was trying to figure out a way to let her down gently without upsetting her. Her mind was spiraling so forcefully into panic that she didn’t notice his face approaching until his soft lips met hers in a chaste kiss. Her eyes widened and crossed, transfixed by the way the tip of his nose brushed so gently against hers. Her fingers twitched by either side of her head, as Sabo’s hands still held hers up. It was just a light kiss, nothing worthy of a romance novel, but still… It was so sweet and light that it made happiness bubble up in the pit of Koala’s belly. When he pulled back, her eyes followed his and watched in wonder as they alighted with love and joy.

“You’re too cute,” he snickered at her probably dumbfounded expression.

“Erm,” she responded eloquently.

“You’re welcome,” he laughed before dropping her hands and sliding back down into his desk chair.

Koala continued to fix her thousand-yard stare on the corner of the desk until Sabo abruptly grabbed her by the hips to pull her down onto his lap. She was lucky that she didn’t send all the contents of the desk flying with the way her arms flailed from the quick sensation of falling; they landed around his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the thin fabric of his white undershirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to get back to work but I want more cake, so, feed me~” he grinned. Oh, his expression was so innocent, but his eyes were practically devilish as they sparkled at her.

Koala turned bright pink as she short-circuited for a moment, neurons desperately sparking to connect the wires of her fried brain. When they finally did, she puffed out her cheeks defiantly and grabbed the fork, only to take a good half of his remaining confetti cake and shove it into her mouth.

“I paid for it. ‘S mine,” she groused through stuffed cheeks.

Sabo laughed heartily and picked up his pen to begin scrawling over the paper again.

“I can sit here and look at your sweet little face, too.”

“Sabooooooo!”

Curse a pretty man with a clever, scheming mind, Koala thought. But thank goodness for cake, Koala found herself adding a moment later as she settled comfortably in Sabo's warm embrace. Koala always figured that she would get the just desserts that the Army's enemies were always talking about... But she didn't count on it being yummy cakes that she could share with her boyfriend! She should have gotten them way sooner!

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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@loveletterstoledger asked:

hi honey❤️ i’d really like a Patrick matchup if it’s not too much trouble. so my name is Rosie, i’m 5’5”, hazel eyes, medium length black hair (it’s dyed) and i wear glasses. i’m an introvert and i really only talk with people i’m comfortable with. i am a creative person. i love to write and take photographs. i have depression and go through lots of ups and downs. i also suffer from low self-esteem and body image issues. i hope this is enough of a description for a successful matchup. Thanks!

asdfghjkl you’re a Queen and ily <3333 my DM’s are always open if you ever wanna chat or anything skksksk I hope you like this, I was so excited to write it!! ^^ <3

Word count: 1, 410.

Rosie, you are an angel and Pat adores you. He is head over heels for you before he even knows your name. You are so beautiful, inside and out, and every time he sees you his breath catches in his throat and he feels the need to make a witty statement to (hopefully) mask the light rose dusting blush across his cheeks. It never works, of course, it doesn’t, you know him too well, but you allow him the chance to catch himself, to recover. He really does love you, and Rosie Verona is a phrase he mutters to himself when he needs a bit of courage throughout the day, for whatever reason.

Heath is a clean six foot but I headcanon that Patrick is roughly 5′8, which means that there is a three inch height difference between the two of you. He loves the way he can tuck you into his body, your face nestled into the warm crook of his neck, your arms around his broad shoulders, the heat of his body warming up your own even more; like a koala heater is he. “I love you, Rosie,” Whispers which are only for you are spoken into the crown of your head or in your ear, his hands stroking down your back in solid, soothing motions, his chocolate eyes meeting your hazel ones.

Sometimes, he taps one of the arms of your glasses, asking without words if he can take them off. He wants to look at you, raw and bare before him, naked eye contact, but he understands and doesn’t push you to take them off. If you allow him to, he’ll carefully remove them, fold the arms gently and hand them to you so that you know where they are and that they’re safe. He cups your face in his hands, his fingers splayed into your black hair, and he smirks right up to the point his full lips meet yours; at which point his smirk becomes a genuine smile against your own lips, his kiss reverent and full of all the love in the world. Pat has a huge heart, and it shows! <3333

From the first day he saw you, Pat was intrigued. You weren’t drawn in by the crowds, by the raucous laughter coming from the middle of the canteen, and he saw in you someone he could really connect with. Not the rumours which people spread around about him, not the tales and the lies, not the mysterious aura he used to his advantage, but the real Patrick Verona, the one who never even broke a pinky promise. He approaches you one day while you’re writing, “You’re not like everyone else, are you? There’s something about you, something I like. I’m Patrick, Verona. And you are - “ his eyebrows are raised expectantly as he waits for you to speak. There is a clear choice here, you can either tell him to go away or you can tell him your name. And you do... you don’t know why, but you already feel like you can trust him, he has a safe air around him which pulls you in, and the smile he gives you when you say, “I’m... I’m Rosie” is all the reward you could ever possibly want or need for your bravery. From that day on, you’re under his protection. No one will bother you so long as Pat is around; he falls in love with you the way one falls asleep - slowly and then all at once. He sits with you every day - in the courtyard, at lunch, and your respective homes become the other person’s within just a few weeks. It’s meant to be.

Pat adores the way you’re so in tune with your creativity; you write and you take pictures. He’s so photogenic that a lot of the time, you end up taking snaps of him. He’s aware that you take those pictures and he’s baffled as to why you want to take so many of him, but he’ll crack lines like “what, see something you like?” or “I bet you’ve thought of me naked” or if you’re just staring at him through the lens of your camera he’ll say “Take the picture, already. It’ll last longer.” if he says this one, say “you’ll always be a pretty boy, Pat” and watch the blush spread like wildfire across his freckly face. He loves to watch you get lost in your element, to watch you type frantically on your laptop. Sometimes, if you’re willing, he likes to sit behind you, his arms around your waist, the sharp angles of his chin resting on your shoulder so that he can pepper your neck with kisses while you work. “You’re so beautiful, Rosie.” - the whispering in your ear makes you shiver and he grins against your skin, so proud of the effect which he has on you. He really does love you; the quiet girl dating the mysterious rebel is something the students at school or your coworkers eat up like it’s a trope they haven’t read about or watched a thousand times before, and your relationship definitely withstands the test of time.

Pat is no fair weather s/o. He’s there through every up and down. There is nothing he won’t do for you. He’s no stupid, he’s incredibly emotionally intelligent and he spent an entire Summer caring for his granddad, so he knows how to take care of you. Sympathy and tenderness, warm as summer, is all that he treats you with while he’s looking after you For the first few times, he asks what you need, he asks you to help him help you, but after that it’s as natural as breathing to him. He’s really perceptive and patient and though he isn’t opposed to giving you tough love, he only uses it on you if he has to. For the majority of the time, though, he’s there with pursed lips to feather kisses to your forehead, temple, his arms and legs tight around you like a koala. He is an Aussie, after all. “It’s okay, Rosie. Your koala’s here.” and if he’s feeling sassy at the same time, “Let me unwind your panties, hm? Tell me about it. What do you need?” . Either way, whatever you need, he’s right there for you and with you. He celebrates the ups with you and he’s there for the lows, too. And if you’re crying underneath the covers? He’s diving under the covers, too, arms tight around you and his lips at your ears. “I love you, Rosie. So much. I’m here for you, not going anywhere.”

OMGGGGG this boy was shocked to find out that you have low self-esteem and body image issues. He frowned, his entire face crumpled up in concern and in shock, “What? What do you mean?” // “I mean, I - “ and maybe you told him everything, maybe you didn’t, but whatever you tell him will be memorised so that if you’re ever intimate with each other, he knows to pay extra special attention to those areas. He’ll always comfort you, always, and there’s nothing he’d ever judge you for or hold against you. You are as safe with Pat as you’ve always been, and he knows that it’s the same for him when he needs you. If you get upset and start to spill out all of your thoughts and feelings, Pat would listen to you, both of his hands holding yours, “Hey, hey, no, shshshsh, listen to me, Rosie, just listen - don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve what you want.” and he’ll sit down beside you, wherever you are, “I think you’re wrong. You just are. You’re beautiful. Sweet. Kind. Creative. Compassionate. Loving.” every compliment is punctuated with a kiss; either to the body parts you’re most insecure of, or to various places all over your face. Pat loves all of you and he makes sure that you know it, even if you can’t quite believe it yet. Either way, to cheer you up, he’ll sing I love you, baby while he’s with you, his arms around you as he dances with you. He doesn’t care if people are watching and he’s really not fussed by PDA, but he takes your own preferences into account. After everything you’ve ever done for him, it’s the least he can do for you; his Rosie <3333

#patrick verona #patrick verona matchup #10 things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you matchup #matchup

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rebelontheroad · 3 years

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Six years ago it was my first time in Australia... an amazing vacation! And exactly today, I had my first meeting with a koala. The best experience ever while I was holding and feeding and cuddling that very soft and sweet little one. It was one of the most exciting moments of recent years! 🐨💕

#AustralianDays🌏🇦🇺 #RebelGoesToAustralia #RebelAddicted

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mobius-prime · 4 years

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104. Sonic the Hedgehog #61

Outback Gut Check

Writer: Mike Gallagher Pencils: Harvo Mercadoocasio Colors: Frank Gagliardo

I've had my mind blown! I actually had no idea that "Harvo" and "Harvey Mercadoocasio" were the same person up until now. I always assumed "Harvo" was just a random guy using an alias or something, but nope, it's a nickname! My mistake.

Anyway, we open this issue with Guru Emu and Wombat Stu of the Downunda Freedom Fighters stuck in cages hanging above the ground, and Sonic, Tails, Barby Koala and Walt Wallabee down below, surrounded by a veritable army of platypuses that all look identical to Duck "Bill" apart from their color scheme, because in this universe, I can't stress enough how every Mobian species are just clones of one another (with the exception of armadillos apparently, if you look at Mighty vs. Arlo). We're thrown right into the action as the four who aren't caged up defend themselves from the attack fairly easily.

They manage to chase everyone off, and Sonic smashes open the cages, leaving everyone free to discuss amongst themselves what the hell is going on and give a convenient recap to us readers. Apparently, after the DFF sent the postcard to Knothole, they started cleaning the site of the prison camp up, which included disposing of many pieces of Crocbot's body that they found scattered around.

Soon after, Bill began leading a band of renegade platypuses, attacking the site of the cleanup operation and forcing it to be abandoned due to safety concerns. He then sent a peace offer to his former teammates, and Guru and Stu went to verify it only to predictably be captured. At the same time, Sonic and Tails arrived, having been ordered to check up on the DFF since they were in the area, and found Walt and Barby about to set out to rescue their friends, and thus they all teamed up. Now that reinforcements have arrived, they set off to take down Bill's operation once and for all, rafting down the river in pursuit.

I dunno why Sonic and Walt are being played off as hostile to one another, because it doesn't actually end up tying into the plot of this story at all, but whatever. They're ambushed from the water by a gang of platypuses on crocodile mounts, because why not? It's not even clear if they're Mobian crocs like Vector or just random wild crocs, but either way, Sonic fends them off by kicking up water, something which should not logically be a deterrent to platypuses or crocodiles by any stretch, and they reach Bill's hideout with relative ease.

Well that seems bizarre. They open up the floorboards to find none other than Crocbot, the eternal thorn in the DFF's side, half-disassembled and incapable of moving on his own. Man, this guy just won't die, will he? The second he's spotted he lays out his entire plan in multiple paragraphs without even being asked, about how when Bill was still trapped in his torture camp he implanted him with a mind control chip that lay dormant, and during the cleanup when he saw Crocbot's mangled remains it reactivated the chip, causing him to steal Crocbot's body and start rebuilding it in secret while raising his own platypus army to fight for him. Crocbot ends his little rant by saying his defeat doesn't matter either way, as the bunyip is about to arrive, but is disconnected before he can finish. With the threat ended for now, Sonic and Tails say goodbye and fly off once again.

Okay, first of all, yes the bunyip may be from Aborigine mythology, but that shouldn't even be something y'all talking animals should be aware of given you're not even living in the same world as we are. Second of all, yeah, Barby was flirting with Tails pretty hard throughout the entire story, something which is hella creepy if you consider that she's portrayed more as a teenager or young adult along with the other Downunda Freedom Fighters. She's not implied to be Tails' age at all. Apparently Ian Flynn acknowledged this much later on when he took over as head writer, stating that he would never consider making Barby/Tails a thing as long as he was in charge, because yeah, it's freaking weird. I don't know why Michael would even bother writing something like this in at all, but well, we already know he has a weird interest in setting up Tails with random female characters (as we saw with that awful "boing!" sound effect the moment Tails saw Fiona). It would have been a lot less awkward if he just played this as like, Barby being sweet to Tails because he's a little kid and Tails developing a kid crush on her, but no, he had to make it weird and write about a teenage girl flirting with a ten-year-old. Let it never be said that Ken Penders was the only one who wrote really inappropriate uncomfortable stuff for this comic, okay?

Total Turbulence

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Frank Gagliardo

After their little adventure in Downunda, Sonic and Tails are flying over the ocean when they end up flying into a storm. What's more, the tracker on their plane that maps out Naugus' path across the world via his magic residue or whatever is going haywire and pointing in a dozen different directions. Apparently this is because… they're inside Naugus!

I don't know how they missed the fact that the clouds directly in front of them are shaped exactly like their adversary, but sure, okay! He whacks the plane, sending it careening down towards the ocean, but at the last second Sonic is able to pull up and get them flying again. In doing so, he inadvertently sets the plane on a direct collision course with Naugus' water-vapor-y face.

Imagine if that actually killed him? All his power and he just got exploded 'cause a plane flew into his face while he was in cloud form? Man, I would love that.

On His Majesty's Secret Service

Writer/Colors: Ken Penders Pencils: Art Mawhinney

Anyone remember Commander Fleming? He was an officer under Geoffrey in the Rebel Underground. He and Geoffrey are working to disarm more traps within Robotropolis, but Fleming is just getting too old to continue active service, and announces his resignation. Thus, King Acorn orders Geoffrey to begin putting together a new team to operate as a secret service for him.

Geoffrey already has three candidates in mind. The first is on the Floating Island, where Geoffrey fires off a trap from his crossbow towards a seemingly empty tree and catches, wouldn't you know it, an Espio clone! Except this guy is blue instead of purple. Apparently he once served as a secret operative and Geoffrey is bringing him back in. His next target is none other than Wombat Stu, whom he flies all the way to Downunda to drop in on and recruit. I'm surprised that Stu agrees so instantaneously, given that well, doesn't he already have his own team that he's loyal to? A team with whom he just risked his life to rescue one of its members and defeat their old adversary once again? Eh, whatever. Geoffrey finally drops in on Hershey as she's doing some paperwork for the princess, and simply tells her to "show up at the armory tomorrow morning" without even asking her properly if she wants in, apparently counting that as a successful recruitment. With that, he goes to bed, apparently having done all this within the span of one day - airplanes must be massively faster and more high tech in this world than our own if he was able to fly across the entire globe and back in one day - trusting that a good sleep will help him decide on the final member to recruit.

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