#Flynn feels akward

[izayoichan]

Morgyn: Well? River: What is this? He put the familiar in front of Morgyn, who lifted an eyebrow, clearly realizing what was before him. Then he looked between River and Flynn, the latter looking around as if they had never been here before. Morgyn: Oh.. I see. - he took the small familiar, binding it to him.- This.. is a mooncaster familiar.. I thought they were long gone. He walked over to Flynn, checking him quickly before he turned to River. Morgyn: Mooncasters are known for their memory spells, but they are not known to be permanent. River: And you're sure of that? Morgyn: Yes, it might take a while though before his memories resurface. Flynn: My memory is gone? Morgyn: For now, but it will return. Flynn: Okay… this is awkward.. -he looks at River.- I apparently don’t remember my own father. Morgyn: No, but that is your father, and you have a family that will help you, just remember, that it will come back, eventually. Flynn: Okay..

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[kagdowo]

Ok to answer your tags. flynn is way too active (involved with the self/ self serving) and way too good at self care to be a seer. (also the idk about you until we've hung out enough and then i'll die for you but i'll never tell you but that's another thing entirely)

a good example of echo project seer would be cameron wilson from arches vn (seer of doom, dersite) or dave halloway (seer of time prospit)

Flynn just has too much of the akward cohabitation with his aspect too much of self imposed rules. and not enough of trying to foster pseudo mage like traits into other to be a seer.

altough yes you are right flynn is the ragest bitch to have ever raged. (you could argue that flynn ending and him spectatulary failing at self care by getting himself killed is a seerish trait. but the devil is in the details. seer hurts themselves with their opposite aspect. by misfiring their twin witch impulse (especially the women) terezi had relationship problems rose was alcoholic etc....

Mage get burned by their primary aspect while gaining instinctive non scholar insigth about it. (flynn get burned by rage when his fury against secrets and lie as well as general skepticism led him to be burned in the mine, murdoch get burned by blood with his abusive familly situation)

all in all flynn has all the akwardness the wanting to dance by their own rules the attuning to his aspect as personal insights of a mages.

i am literally a seer so i know one when i see one. P.S other fvn seers might include cordelia hendricks (seer of hope prospit) porter moore (seer of blood no idea of his lunar sway) and klaus from dawn chorus (seer of void, no idea for his sway either)

omg wow thank u so much for ur reaponse!! this was such a fun breakdown to read, and now that I’ve read it I wholeheartedly agree with u on flynn being a mage of rage.

i always had a hard time conceptualizing / understanding the mage class- like, i understood they suffer from their aspect in some way and in the process gain intuitive knowledge about it, but that was the extent of my understanding.

seers too- like, lmao now that i’m thinking about it i think i had an even looser grasp on seers than i had on mages! i didnt even know about the twin witch impulse stuff, or the stuff about fostering psuedo mages

it all makes perfect sense tho, and i’m a bit embarrassed i never really caught on to a lot of this before (especially embarrassed that i forgot seers were the passive to mages, not the other way around lol)

regardless tho, thanks so much for taking the time to write all this!! i especially love how u provided examples of other seers/mages in other fvn titles. (cameron as a seer of doom is so real but its also such a sad title, which tracks but still 😭)

i gotta ask if u’ve thought about the rest of the casts’ titles? i’ve thought about it a bit, but as shown, i don’t really have the greatest grasp of classpecting so a lot of what i have is really half baked

i think leo is definitely bloodbound and possible a prospit dreamer? or maybe he’s a prince and he’s just mirroring blood so he’s actually a prince of breath? or something?

carl feels possibly space or breath bound? maybe a page too?

jenna is either light or mind? as for class idrk

tj could be either void or hope? void cuz of syd and hope cuz of his faith and how he parallels flynn (lol i know very superficial). and as for his class… idk honestly lol

and chase… idk really lmao, maybe heart? since he’s sort of the heart of the narrative? don’t really know what class i’d give chase either tbh

and the sydney… probably doombound, right? or time, since his death sort of starts the clockdown towards the town’s undoing?

[lovelymindescape]

Heya love, I wanted to request a lotr matchup pls? I'd prefer a third age man, but feel free to pick whoever you think fits best !🌿🤍

I'm Anna, aries ☀️ leo 🌙 libra ⬆️, so I very much got a tamper but I appear pretty calm and collected most of the time.

I'm 5'4", 21 years old, I've got very long dark brown hair down over my hips, my eyes are also dark brown. I've got kinda tan skin. I don't personally think I'm that short, but my friends are all taller than me.

I can be a bit shy and awkward at first, but I've gotten a little more confident over the years. I tend overthink a lot, sometimes my brain can't stop running in circles. That's why I'm not a very spontaneous person. I may not forget, but I certainly forgive, since I can be a bit of a people pleaser (thats gotten better too tho). I'm smart and a quick learner. I'm also stubborn and don't cope well with being criticised by friends or family.

I like staying in reading or watching films, amd i love autumn. I'm studying textile design, so I like knitting, sewing, crafting, I started making my own clothes a few years ago. Other than that I also draw a lot. I played a few instruments in my life, currently trying to teach myself how to play the ukulele, and I like singing. I'm interested in mythologies and lore.

My favourite musical artists are hozier, suki waterhouse, taylor swift, johnny flynn and florence&the machine 🤍

That's it, I think 🥰 I'd love a match up💕 anyway, I hope you have a lovely day! 🌿🤍

All the best,

Anna🌿✨️🌼

You gave me much Information to work with <3 please tell me how you liked it 🥰

I ship you with

FRODO

you'd been friends since childhood

you both were inseparable , where one was the other wasn't far away

so it's not very impossible to fall for eachother

you'd been pinning over eachother since teenage years

you were on a birthday partie , frodo drank only a bit to much , so while you both were dancing he blurted out that he liked you

at first you were overwhelmed by his drunken confession but soon you just tried to forgot , he was drunk

you couldn't get it out of your head , so you confronted him the next day , you didn't want to let go of the hope that he liked you to

so then he confessed sober , you did the same than it was a bit akward for both of you

the next day you both stayed in because of the bad weather so you two met up , and did reading dates

so you just sat there reading and telling the other one stories and tales

for your 5 month anniversary , you knitted him a sweater and he'd go out telling everyone about how cool his girlfriend is and how many things she can do

he is your Number 1 supporter

Dates in autumm under a tree on a handmade bench watching the leaves fall

he would let you do all planning

he's not that jealous but if someone comes to close , he's ready to throw hands but gets hold back by sam

expect surprise visits and much cuddles

It's such a loving , wholesome and healthy relationship

[zoocross0vers]

Everytime I watching this I listening the song, I can’t help but imagine Nick in some similiar situation. You know, with his past as a criminal, now as a cop, his childhood, his heritage (considering that ispiration of Zootopia came from Robin Hood), his partnership/friendship/reliationship with Judy.

Just like Eugene I can see similiar situation with Nick too asking himself of his purpose:

Who is he and who is supposed to be?🦊

I wish there was some drawings about it, maybe comics, fanfiction or even animatic but its very idea of it but its also sad imagine him in that kind of situation.😔

Also there are also another things:

1. On review from Animal Kingdom Hearts I wrote Congratulation for certain person or exactly persons.🏰💕👑🗝 I don’t know if read it but I think we should congratulate them together here😉🦆

2. Don’t be ashamed of sudenly fall in love to Phantom of Opera. Honestly that’s great, it helps your inspiration and creativy.🎭

3. As for live-action Swipper, doesn’t he make akward because he looks like Nick without shirt and pants and you’re like Judy in Naturalist Club? 😏 heheh talk about uncensored dirty thoughts, you naughty 😈

Lol, I’m just messing with you, don’t worry. 😜

Anyway that’s all for now, good luck with stories😉👍

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Hello Guest!

*sniff* Did you have to break my heart with such a song? Poor Flynn *sniff* TwT

Is this about his true heritage? You know, that he feels lost for not having known the truth?

And yes! I can DEFINITELY picture Nick singing this song! It would fit him so well! More so because Byron Howard and Rich Moore have admitted that Eugene/Flynn Rider was one of the influences for creating Nick Wilde’s personality/character! :D

1. Yes (sorry about that), but yes! Though late, Happy Belated 85th Birthday to duck siblings, Donald Duck and Della Duck! 

2. Aww, thanks Guest! :3 Phantom of the Opera and Love Never Dies have definitely renewed a new love and inspiration towards my writing! x3

3. Yeah, you’re probably right. I think naked Swiper almost looks like a live action naked Nick at the naturalist club. Now I know how Judy felt, lol! xD

Thanks for the luck! And who knows? Maybe somebody will do something with that Eugene video with Nick! Maybe me, or somebody else. Any takers out there? Especially you amazing artists out there? ;)

[rhubarbplants]

Renegades fanfiction

Nova was glad her parents in law were staying for the holidays. She knew that as much as Adrian hated being in Gatlon, he loved his friends and family who lived there. Living so far from Gatlon definitely had its downsides but, she and Adrian had needed to get far far away from the trauma that place held for them. The Anarchists had been defeated nearly eight years ago, and all of them were dead. Except Nova of course but she wasn’t exactly an Anarchist anymore. Nova and Adrian had moved out here after a year of dating. They had a reasonably sized house in a fairly small city. They had eloped when they were both 23. Most people thought they had eloped because they didn’t want the media attention that Captain Chromium and the dread Warden would bring. And while that was true, it was mostly because Adrian had wanted to marry her, Nova Artino, the real her, not Nova McLain.

She was folding some towels that she had washed for their house guests. She piled them up in a basket and headed to the guest room. She passed the kitchen and saw Simon and Adrian working on a tomato sauce for the ravioli that Nova had made earlier. It smelled amazing, the perfect balance of acidic and sweet, and savory. She climbed the stairs in ten seconds flat, running her hand over the smooth dark railing, and made her way to the guest room. When she got there Hugh was kneeling by a chest in the corner of the room.

No.

She knew what was in that chest. Quietly she set down her laundry and made her way over to the retired superhero. She knelt down beside him and looked him in the eyes. He looked petrified by fear and concern. One hand over his mouth and the other resting on the simple metal mask that rested on top of a folded black uniform. There were piles of old weapons, most of them Nova’s own inventions. The other items were hardly intimidating. A chemistry set that Leroy Flynn had given her, a party dress from Honey Harper, one of Winston’s puppets. And a fragment of her uncle´s helmet. There was no trace of those who had betrayed her. No trace of Ingrid. And definitely no trace of Phobia.

“Does Adrian know?” Hugh asked.

“Yes,” Nova replied

“How long?” Hugh asked

“he says he found out a few months before the Anarchists were defeated but I suspect he always knew and just didn’t want to accept it.” Said Nova.

“Are you going to kill me?” Asked Hugh.

“No. Of course not.” Said Nova

“Why? It’s not like you haven’t tried before.” Said Hugh bitterly.

“Things have changed.”

“Clearly.”

“I fought by your side during the last battle for Gatlon.”

“And once tried to assassinate me.”

“At the time, I thought it was what you deserved. But that was before I had learned that you had sent someone to save them. But she was interrupted on the way and Phobia was really to blame.”

“To blame for what?” Asked Hugh “why would I deserve to be assassinated?”

“The deaths of my family.”

“You’re Artino, of course.” A look of understanding and of utter pity flooded his face, Nova hated that look.

“Artino?” Said a voice from across the room. Simon and Adrian were standing in the doorway. Simon, perplexed, and Adrian concerned. Adrian rushed over to Nova’s side and embraced her.

“Is everything alright?” He asked

“Yeah, it's all fine.” Said Nova.

“Adrian pulled back, then his eyes caught on the open chest, a chest that was only open when Nova was definitely not okay, when she was grieving. It was also definitely never open when there were other people around. He pulled Nova back into the hug.

“Your sure you’re okay?” He whispered fully aware that his dads were both listening.

Oh heck, his dads.

“Do you want me to tell them to go?” asked, lowering his voice even more.

“No it's okay, Hugh already knows,” Nova muttered not bothering to keep her voice down.

“What’s all this about?” Asked Simon from the doorway his voice insistent.

“This chest.” Said Hugh, lifting his head to look at his husband. He had tears in his eyes, and he didn’t look like a self-righteous superhero. He didn’t look invincible, he looked weak. Adrian pulled Nova tighter and she hugged back, burying her face in Adrian’s shoulder as Simon looked into the trunk.

“You?” Simon asked, turning around to look at Nova. “It was you the whole time?” His voice rising. Unlike Hugh, he was not sorrowful but overflowing with rage. As Nova nodded his anger escalated to a whole new level. “How could you? How could you trick us like that?

“She never tricked anyone.” Said Adrian

“No its fine, he’s right, I did.” Said Nova

“Did you ever even love him?” Asked Simon

“Adrian? Of course!” Said Nova

“And yet you betrayed him and tried to kill his father.” Spat Simon “hear that Adrian she tried to kill your dad.”

“It’s in the past.” Said Adrian

“Sure, maybe, but maybe not, do you plan to kill us all tonight Mrs. Artino? Did poison the ravioli?”

“What? Of course not! Why would you eve-” said Adrian right before Nova cut him off, she was clearly irritated.

“I don’t need you to defend me I can handle this myself.”

“I know but…” Nova shook her head silencing him.

“You know what Simon I don’t feel like dealing with this right now so why doesn’t everyone get some rest.”

“Are you going to put us to sleep and then kill us, how merciful, we won’t have to be awake for our last moments.” Simon said in a mocking voice.

“No, I’m going to my room.” And with that she stormed off.

“Really guys?” Asked Adrian before going to find his wife. When he reached their room Nova was sitting at the foot of the bed, video chatting with Danna.

“I just,” she let out a deep breath. “Part of me is glad they know, it’s been hell keeping the secret, but I had hoped they would react at least moderately well.”

“Hugh doesn’t seem to be taking it that badly.” Adrian offered, Nova looked over at him, and Adrian was surprised to see that she had tears streaming down her cheeks. Nova almost never cried. She motioned for him to come over. As he sat down on the dark grey comforter, he waved at Danna.

“Hey” Danna said “how are things?”

“Not great” Adrian responded.

“Oh forget them, they don’t matter.”

“But they do.” Said Nova sounding more desparaged than she had when she had learned the truth about her family's murder.

“Not to me,” said Adrian “I love you no matter what they think.”

“Thank you” Nova said, resting her head on her husband’s shoulder. “But they’re your parents, and they're not wrong, I did betray them, I did try to kill Hugh, I was an Anarchists.”

“The keyword then is was. Listen Nova, we’ve all changed since then. I mean, you and I are practically best friends, Adrian well,he finally realized that the sentinel was a stupid idea, and you now run a organization that supports the empowerment of non-prodigies.”

“Hey the sentinel wasn’t a stupid idea!” Adrian protested

“Yes it was!” Said three voices in unison: Nova, Danna, and surprisingly Hugh, who was standing in the doorway. For a moment everyone was silent, then Hugh crossed the room and gave Nova a hug. At first she tensed up but after a moment she relaxed. Hugh pulled away and said,

“I can’t say I understand, but I forgive you. Though, Simon still insists its suicide coming in here.”

“Thank you.” Said Nova.

“I’m going to go downstairs and get the Ravioli ready” said Hugh, he got up and went to the door, right before he left though he turned around, “they’re not poisoned right?”

“Of course not!” Said Nova

“Are you serious?” Asked Adrian, arching his eyebrow at his dad.

“Sorry, sorry, never mind.” He said with a smile and left the room.

“I can’t believe him sometimes.” Adrian muttered.

“I’m going to say goodbye” said Danna, “Celeste should be home in a couple of minutes and I forgot to clean the living room.”

They said their goodbyes and Danna hung up.

“You know you’re a good person right?” Adrian asked looking her earnestly in the eyes.”

“I guess, why?” Nova said, rather noncommittal.

“Because sometimes I think you doubt it, and when people say things like what Simon said earlier, you tend to believe it. You are a good person Nova.” She nodded and he pulled her into a kiss, a strong, soft, perfect, kiss. In a moment his arms were around her waist and hers were around his neck. It was exactly what she had needed, a reminder that she was loved, that she mattered and that no matter what others thought she would always have Adrian. He was her world, he was the only thing that would ever matter. As they pulled apart Adrian looked her in the eyes and gave her that smile that made her heart flutter each and every time.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With that Nova got up and helped Adrian off the foot of the bed. They headed to the kitchen where they were met with a delicious smell. Dinner was ready. They sat down to eat and while Simon still wasn’t there no one mentioned it. The ravioli seemed better than it usually was, even though Nova had followed the exact same recipe as She always did. The meat was perfectly seasoned and the cheese wasn’t over cooked. The sauce had just the right amount of salt, this was probably thanks to Hugh, Adrian was a firm believer that good food didn’t need salt, until of course that perfectly good food turned out perfectly bland. At first the conversation was slow and akward but she and Adrian ended up telling Nova’s entire story, and by the end Hugh was in tears. But it wasn’t Hugh who said

“I had no Idea.” It was Simon, we blinked into sight, he was sitting in the chair next to Hugh and he too had tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.” Said Nova.

“Oh and while we’re talking about this, is this why you two eloped?”

“Yeah since Nova McLain isn’t a real person we had to marry in secret,” said Adrian meekly, “and by the way, when we got married, I changed my last name to Artino-Everhart, so did Nova.”

“Huh.” Said simon.

“Seems fitting, the legacies of two of the most powerful families this world has ever seen, for two of the most powerful prodigies this world has seen.” Said Simon, a proud smile on his face.

[trash-by-european-villains]

AU where 'Who's Wyatt? What's Wyatt? Even better: why is Wyatt?' which is valid rn

"I'm here..." 

His voice was so soft. A tone, Lucy realizes, he only uses with her. She briefly feels flattered; but it goes away as soon as it came. His tongue flicks to wet his lips. She watches him carefully. 

"I'm here for you...Lucy."

He says it so quietly, she wonders if she heard him correctly. For me? But why? She opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out. What could she say? 

His green eyes bore intensely into hers. He's hesitatant. She almosts wants to hug him for that. 

"Why?" She finally says. "I'm--I'm...nothing. Anymore." She breathes out an akward laugh. Where she once saw herself as someone-someone going somewhere with her life-she didn't feel that anymore. She was exhausted. 

His hand twitches at his side. It looks like he may reach out to touch her. He doesn't, and she finds herself slightly disappointed. 

"You're not nothing. You're anything but nothing, Lucy." He shook his head. His facial expression told her he was baffled by what she said. "Lucy, I--" 

She throws her arms around his shoulders. Without warning, without permission. She doesn't care and she's not ashamed. Screw Wyatt, at the moment. She realized just how much Flynn had been there for her. She's overwhelmed. 

"Thank you."

He doesn't say anything but nod and hold her tighter. He would never let go, if she needed it. If she needed him...he would be there. Always and with open arms.