#Heart Zebra Believe

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Celebrate Rare Disease Day with Butterfly Heart and Zebra Ribbon Themes

Ribbon Rare Disease Awareness campaigns utilize specially designed ribbons to draw attention to a variety of uncommon medical conditions that often receive less public recognition and research funding. These ribbons serve as powerful symbols, uniting patients,

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families, healthcare professionals, and advocates in their efforts to increase understanding and support for rare diseases.

Each rare disease typically has its own unique ribbon color or pattern, helping to distinguish and highlight specific conditions. For example, the zebra-striped ribbon represents rare diseases as a whole, while a light blue ribbon might signify Addison's disease, or a green ribbon with a butterfly might represent mitochondrial disease.

These awareness ribbons are used in various ways:

Worn as pins or badges

Incorporated into social media profiles and campaigns

Featured on promotional materials and educational resources

Used in fundraising events and charity walks

The primary goals of Rare Disease Awareness campaigns include:

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Educating the public about the challenges faced by those with rare diseases

Advocating for increased research funding

Improving diagnosis rates and treatment options

Fostering a sense of community among affected individuals and their families

Encouraging policymakers to address the unique needs of the rare disease community

By wearing or displaying these ribbons, supporters help spark conversations and raise vital awareness for conditions that might otherwise remain invisible to much of society.

"Butterfly Heart Believe Zebra" is a unique combination of symbols often associated with rare disease awareness and personal transformation. The butterfly represents change and hope, while the heart symbolizes love and support. "Believe" encourages faith and perseverance in the face of challenges.

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The zebra is particularly significant in the rare disease community, stemming from the medical phrase, "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." This reminds doctors to consider common diagnoses before rare ones. However, for those with rare diseases, the zebra has become a symbol of uniqueness and the importance of looking beyond the obvious.

This collection of symbols is often found on awareness merchandise like t-shirts, pins, or posters. It resonates with individuals affected by rare diseases, their families, and advocates, serving as a reminder of strength, community, and the ongoing journey towards recognition and improved care.

Butterfly Gifts for Mum offer a delightful way to show appreciation with a touch of natural elegance. These presents often feature charming butterfly motifs, symbolizing transformation and beauty. Options range from butterfly-themed jewelry like necklaces or brooches to home decor items such as cushions or wall art. For

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garden-loving mums, consider butterfly feeders or plants that attract these graceful creatures. Personalized gifts like photo frames or mugs adorned with butterflies add a sentimental touch. These thoughtful presents celebrate the nurturing and transformative role of mothers, making them perfect for birthdays, Mother's Day, or just because.

[dreemurr-skelememer]

mlp sanses....... Just imagine....

Also, i heart seeing Ink as a zebra, it fits alot

i can't believe this took 5 hours 😭 my elbows are SO SOOOOOREEEE

also thank you for the zebra ink idea anon. im the happiest with his design he is just such a sweet little cutie pie

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A new trio of nerdy sharks appears in Reef City!🏝️✨

I think I got too immersed in the indie shark band that I started to forget the other important characters in the story I wanted to tell, and the heart of the story lies in these three children.

⭐Hanna Cantomar / Wavesong (Bonnethead Shark) - is the mediator of the trio, with contagious energy and the ability to adapt to the most unexpected challenges. Their optimistic and cheerful nature makes them an invigorating presence and their outspoken sincerity can hurt unintentionally, but their quest for harmony makes them a reliable friend on lifes journey.

⭐Lucca Algaselva / Kelpwood (Zebra Shark) - is the brains of the trio, always with his feet on the ground, perhaps too much so. Although sometimes hard-headed, they is a reliable friend who brings practical solutions, keeping the group on an even keel. Behind his reserved nature lies a world of deep thoughts.

⭐Macco Barbafina / Shortfin (Mako Shark) - is the creative soul of the trio, a hyperactive dreamer. His vivid imagination and love of adventure is inspiring, always spotting the unique in the little details that go unnoticed. Although his impulsiveness and occasional lack of focus can lead to unusual situations, in the end it is his empathy that always brings the friends together.

They have this strange coincidence of having repeated letters in their names and faithfully believe that this is a cosmic sign that they were meant to be friends!✨

Originally, the idea for them was born out of the specific artwork I did for Sharktober 2020. It all started with Macco, this little mako shark who loves video games. Over time I ended up creating two friends for them who would be Hanna and Lucca, I changed their design a bit and now everything has expanded to a whole city.

The idea is that it's a story about the abstract dreams and idols that inspire these three children. Macco wants to be a racing driver and is inspired by a famous driver who is a mako shark, Lucca wants to be a writer and is inspired by a high fantasy writer who is a whale shark, while Hanna wants to get involved in music and is inspired by an indie band, already known here.

But it is through life's adventures that they will discover their true virtues, which are closer than they realize. While other characters' parallel stories are happening and a big mystery will connect everyone to a common event.

At some point, if my chaotic life allows, I'll update the post with more news about them! I hope you enjoy it! 🦈✨

I apologize if there are any English errors in this gigantic text sdfjkgsdfg

[santaasi]

SHADOWS

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!fem!reader

summary: when emotions take over and shadows are swallowed up, all you need is to find a person who will become your light (based on shadows by sabrina carpenter)

warnings: angst, a little bit of fluff, use of y/n, english is not my first language

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the action takes place after the finale of the first season of obx

We all got nightmares in our dreams

We look for someone to believe in us

And show us the way

And make it okay

The world can be dangerous

EVERYONE IN KILDARE KNEW WHO JJ MAYBANK WAS. A flighty, self-confident blonde, a girls man, the life of all parties, and the honored prince of pogues. You could always buy the best weed from him at the best price, and repair the car as soon as possible. He appears in the police station more often than at home, and all parents pray only that their child does not fall under his charm. JJ Maybank was a walking problem, but despite that he had a heart of gold.

As a child, his mother told him that life consists of white and black stripes, like a zebra. But for some reason, JJ's own life was like a big and long black tunnel, in which fireflies sometimes appeared, illuminating his life. John B, Kiara and Pope were the only bright spots in his life, the most important people who, no matter what, stayed by his side.

But it was only for John B, that JJ was ready to do anything, because their bond had always been stronger than just friendship. They were brothers who had been going through all the problems together since childhood. John B. was by JJ's side when his mother left the family when he was seven. John B. was there when JJ's drunk father beat him almost to death when he returned home one night. John B. was there to treat his wounds, and allocated a separate room for him in the chateau so that JJ would not have to return home. John B. was the one who always believed in JJ, who knew that despite all the words of the people around Maybank, he would not become like his father.

That's why the loss of John B in the storm two weeks ago was another blow to JJ's gut from a life that proved to him over and over again that JJ Maybank was not made for happiness.

There's something so rare in your veins

Not a single thing I would change

And oh, if you only knew how I see you

Would you come alive again, alive again?

But despite how much JJ Maybank treasured his friendship with John B., he couldn't do anything about his feelings for his friend's younger sister, who, like a little sun, always lit his way in this pitch darkness of his life.

Y/N Routledge has always been her brother's most precious treasure. After their father disappeared, John B. devoted himself to his sister, protecting her from everything, promising that he would always be by her side. And now, seven months after Big John disappeared, John B. wasn't with her either. She was left all alone in this big world, which seemed ready to swallow her completely.

The first week after John B. went missing, JJ heard Y/N crying quietly at night, suppressing her screams, burying her face in the pillow. He could hear the sound of her bare feet on the wooden floor and the slam of the screen door when she woke up at the middle of the night from nightmares and went out on the porch to get some fresh air. Every night, Maybank cursed the thin walls of the chateau and John B. for causing her so much pain by leaving. But no matter how much JJ wanted to help her, he was too deeply drawn into the swamp of his own feelings, from which he could not get out in any way.

Y/N wasn't blind to what was going on with her brother's best friend either. She knew how much shit JJ had to go through in his entire life, how many loved ones he had to lose, and she understood that losing John B was another blow for him. She felt how he blamed himself for what had happened, heard how he wakes up at nights from nightmares, asking John B. and Sarah not to go into the storm, saw how only a pitiful shadow remained of the former JJ and it broke her heart.

The girl always admired the strength of JJ's spirit, despite all the shit that happened in his life, he stayed afloat. He raised his head and walked confidently and straight on. He supported his friends, was ready to do anything for them, even go to prison for a case that he did not commit, as long as his friends, his only family remained unharmed.

And JJ Maybank was always there for her. When her heart was broken for the first time, he was there, holding her tightly to his chest, whispering soothing words in her ear. When she was fighting with John B., JJ was always on her side, listening to her outrage. JJ Maybank went to parties with her, dancing with her until the sunrise, sat with her on rainy evenings at the chateau, watching romcoms that he hated, brought her her favorite sweets when she was sick, taught her surfing and listened to all the gossip from her work during their mini spa days at the chateau with such interest, as if Y/N told him about the beginning of the universe. JJ Maybank was always there for the younger Rotledge and it was just impossible for her not to fall in love with him.

She loved her brother's best friend even when he was a complete mess. When he cried on her shoulder after another fight with Luke. When he got drunk and she had to carry him to the chateau. When he was angry at her for getting into all these dangerous things with all the other pogues.

Y/N Routledge loved JJ Maybank in every shape and condition. And she would never change even the slightest detail about him, because for her, JJ Maybank was perfect for who he is.

Y/N was also hurt by the loss of her brother, and she, like no one else, could understand all of JJ's pain, but unlike him, she had the strength to live and move on. She didn't blame herself for what had happened, realizing that John B. had always been too stubborn to listen to anyone, but JJ… He was devouring himself from the inside out. He dug out the grave himself and buried himself with his head. The darkness that had been accumulating in him for so long was finally winning. And Y/N was scared. She didn't want to lose him either. She couldn't lose him.

I need you to understand

Y/N stood in front of the door to JJ’s room, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, doubting the correctness of her actions. They haven't spoken since the day John B disappeared, although they've been living under the same roof all this time, but they were functioning on their own.

After hearing another sob from behind the door, the girl finally opened it, going inside.

It was very dark and cold here, but after getting used to the darkness for a couple of seconds, Y/N began to distinguish silhouettes.

The room was a complete mess: all the clothes from the wardrobe were spread out on the floor, along with books, notebook sheets, rumpled bed linen and glass fragments that glittered in the moonlight. The lamp fell from the bedside table and was lying in the corner.

JJ was sitting at the foot of the bed, his head buried between his knees, and his hands were clutching the strands of his blonde hair in fists. His body was trembling. Even without seeing his face, Y/N could tell with certainty that JJ was trying his best to cope with the hysteria that was punishing him.

"Hey, J, are you okay?" the girl asked softly, quietly approaching the guy and kneeling next to him.

Startled, JJ mmediately raised his head, staring at the girl in shock, as if he had seen a ghost. There were wet marks on his cheeks, and his eyes were swollen and red from crying. More than anything, Y/N wanted to hold him close and comfort him, to convince him that everything would be fine.

"Angel?" JJ asked hoarsely, not believing his eyes. The sound of her soft and gentle voice sent a wave of goosebumps through his body. Her voice. It had been so long since he had heard her voice. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to... I-" JJ stumbled through his words, frowning and averting his gaze from the girl.

"Hey, hey, hey... calm down, J," the girl whispered softly, covering his palm with her hand. "I understand, okay? Everything is fine," the girl said soothingly, trying to smile.

I don't mind your shadows

'Cause they disappear in the light

JJ's gaze ran over her face, going over every detail of her appearance that he has memorized over all these years by heart. She looked the same as always, but her gaze seemed to have lost the spark that made his heart beat faster every time. But now all he could see there was emptiness and sadness, which even her slight smile couldn't hide.

All these two weeks, living under the same roof with her, JJ avoided her gaze, afraid to see this look. The look of loss. The loss of a brother that JJ felt responsible for. The lucky charm for all problems in the world is JJ Maybank. And JJ hated himself for it.

He caused her so much pain, coming to her to heal his wounds after fights with his father or kooks, or when he brought girls to the chateau, knowing full well about her feelings for him... Because he's afraid to admit to her that he's experiencing the same thing. JJ Maybank destroyed not only her life, but also the lives of all the people around him. And he thinks that it would be better for everyone if he just didn't exist.

Y/N noticed how his jaw clenched, and his gaze fixed on the wall became colder and felt a wave of goosebumps pass through her body when he abruptly got up from the floor early. Routledge Jr. could always understand her brother's best friend even without words. This situation was no exception. She understood that JJ's inner demons were devouring him from the inside out.

"Don't do this, Jay. Don't do this to yourself," Y/N whispered softly, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to burst, but her voice trembled treacherously.

"I'm the problem, angel," JJ said without turning to the girl still sitting on the floor. "I am the main cause of your troubles! Wherever I go, I only make things worse! I... didn't save John B.... I'm hurting you... I..."

"Don't do this to me, Jay!" the girl repeated more forcefully, jumping to her feet, wiping away tears.

"I don't care about your shadows! I'm not afraid of them!" Y/N said sobbing, clutching his hand. "I'm here! I'm always there for you! I'll be your light if you need me. But don't leave me… I-I love you."

And listen to me, it's okay to be afraid

Just walk like you're never alone

"I didn't stop your brother, Y/N," the guy continued to insist, whispering, feeling tears accumulate in his eyes again. "He’s not here! And it’s my fucking fault!"

Y/N's hands cupped his cheeks, pressing his forehead to hers, closing her eyes and trying to calm her breath. JJ's hands rested on her waist, pressing her against his body, wanting to feel such a missing and dear warmth to his heart. JJ could feel her thumbs wiping away the tears rolling down his cheek.

"Listen to me, J. It's not your fault," Dana whispered softly.

"It's not your fault that John B is a stubborn bastard who always does everything the way he wants," the girl chuckled softly, feeling tears begin to roll down her cheeks too. She missed her brother like crazy, and she would do anything to have him here with her right now. But here and now, there was no John B., it was just her and JJ, who was damn bad at handling his emotions. So, Maybank and his mental state were more important to her than grief for her brother right now.

"You know you wouldn't have stopped him, so stop blaming yourself," Y/N sniffed, opening her eyes to meet his blue gaze. "It's not your fault."

The guy nodded slowly, holding her closer to him, burying his nose in her neck, inhaling soft vanilla scent of her hair. Y/N felt his body shaking in her arms, as he desperately clung to her, trying not to let himself completely collapse.

"I'm so scared that they won't come back, angel," the guy whispered softly into her neck. "I'm so scared that he won’t come back…"

"Me too, but it's okay," the girl whispered with a lump in her throat, running a soothing hand through his hair. "Everything will be okay… He will return… It’s- It‘s John B, he always returns"

There was silence in the room, broken only by their ragged breathing and the patter of raindrops on the window. JJ lifted his head, gently brushing away the strands of hair stuck to Y/N's cheeks, giving her a soft smile. JJ kissed her gently on the forehead before pulling her to his chest, hugging her tightly. His chin rested on top of her head.

"But we'll get through this together, as we always have. Like we've done it hundreds of times," Y/N said in a barely audible voice, forcing not only JJ, but also herself to believe that someday, everything will come to its senses again.

That someday John B and Sarah will come back and everything will be as before. That maybe someday her father will be found too and she will have a family again. That the black shadows that consumed JJ's life would be replaced by the sun's rays that would illuminate his path. That someday their life will really become like a zebra, and not like a black tunnel from which there is no way out.

But for now, all they could do was hold on to each other tightly, not letting themselves drown in the shadows of grief and loss.

And Y/N Routledge knew for sure that with JJ Maybank by her side, she could survive anything.

And all these voices in our head

Well, they keep screaming louder and louder

But they won't pull us under

thankx for reading <з

this is my first work on Tumblr, so I hope you enjoyed it. feedback always appreciated :з

– your santi ✨

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Happy pride month to my favorite normal girl ever!!!!!! Rose is transfem bisexual aroallo :))

I'm really happy with my final design for her, it fits my style of adding a theme to a character in the most simplistic way I can draw again and again

More abt her in read more

Rose Ellisha is the opposite of Ellie Rose. At the beginning of the hv au, she has no strive in life to do anything at all. She's very pessimistic, misanthropic, and cold to anyone who interacts with her. Her jacket is zipped up all the way in any depictions of this. She doesn't have a zebra stripe yet.

After escaping Red Mesa Penitentiary (hv au equivalent to The Wall) with Henry Ventriloquest, she grows attached to the cartoony guy. It was a strange sight to have seen such a bubbly and cheerful person, who wears all his emotions at once and genuinely enjoys being in Rose's presence. It's strange to her, because she believed no one really would.

When they join TVOG corp to become interns, they eventually become friends. And after gaining the trust of their boss, director Charles Rebelivin, she takes the kindness she learned from Henry and extends it to him.

He was a jerk at first, just like her. But after no longer feeling alone, he does (begrudgingly) enjoy their company too. The two of them make the effort to make him feel lile he's their friend.

Rose Ellisha has her jacket unzipped and her brolen heart shirt on display. Because she feels comfortable around her friends. During a shopping trip at the mall, the two of them encourage her to spend money for herself and indulge in her interests of the emo scene. She dyes her hair a zebra print, it looked tacky on the shelves, and she loves how it looks on herself. She gave them both a 👍 when she showed it off.

She is still very stoic, and her overall personality hasn't really changed. What important is that she has significantly less degrading thoughts she has about others and especially herself. She is happier with the friends she's made. She's mostly 😐

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A Love’s Worth

Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

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Summary: You changed for a man, a man you loved with all of your heart. Even if your look on life was different.  

After your marriage to Leto you had to abandon your home and your life. You learned to be a Lady, wife of a leader. 

You were no longer allowed to do the things you loved before all because you fell in love with Leto.

You knew who he was, you knew what people expected from him, you knew the same will be expected from you if you marry him.

But you loved him too much.

You left your home to be with him.

And he loved you. Oh how much he loved you. You were his everything, the love of his life, the mother to his child.

When Paul was born you felt love like never before. Suddenly, you didn't care about anything else but him. Your little boy and your husband became the two most important, nothing else mattered.

"Mommy, can you tell me again about your home?" asked Paul with shiny eyes. The barely four-year-old little man loved your bedtime stories.

"It is called, Kaidis. It is said the grass is greener there. Many animals roam the lands and the entire planet is a big forest."

"What kind of animals?" he asked as you tucked him in.

"All kinds, wolves, big cats, horses, zebras, but most importantly, dragons."

"Wooow."

"Dragons are the protectors of my planet, they are wise, strong and loyal. It is said that every person with Kaidis' blood has a dragon."

"Do you have one Mommy?"

"I sure do. A beautiful white one, I used to ride with her, fly in the sky and help people when I was young. Her name is-"

"Devora." Paul finished for you, knowing the story very well.

"Yes, and-"

"You should be asleep." came a voice from behind you, both you and Paul looked at your husband in the doorway.

"Mom was just finishing up her stories, Father." said Paul as he pouted.

"You should sleep now." Leto said again and you kissed Paul's head.

"Do as your Father says." you said before standing up and heading out.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?" you turned to look at Paul as you stood beside Leto.

"Do you think I have a dragon?" his question made you smile.

"Of course, you have, Sweetheart." Paul nodded, satisfied before he turned to sleep while you and Leto headed for your chambers.

"You should stop telling him useless stories." you turned from your dresser to look at Leto. "You are filling his mind with useless things. He should prepare to become Duke, not listen to fairy tales and creatures that don't exist."

"But they do exist."

"Stop it! Your delusion will harm our son." he let out a sigh. "Please, My Love, don't fill his head with useless stuff."

It hurt, it really did. You knew that people believe the people of Kaidis are delusional and weak. You knew they didn't believe your stories, your creatures. In the eyes of others, everyone was a liar, dragons didn't exist, no huge wolves or cats. They didn't listen to the forest.

And you were okay with that, if they wanted to be blind, so be it.

But the fact that your own husband didn't even let you tell your stories to your own child, hurt on another level.

"I won't tell him anything anymore. I promise." Leto gave you a nod as he rounded the bed and laid down. 

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Throughout the years, you kept your promise. No matter how much Paul would ask for stories, you didn't tell him anything.

And now, as he grew older, it seemed as if he forgot everything you told him. 

He became a true Atreides. A true leader.

And with the love you and Leto gave him, you both knew, one day he will be a great leader himself.

"My Duke you have an invitation to the planet Chusuk. Their leader, house of Terra invited you and many other lords. Looks like from all over the system."

"We will go, Steve Terra is an old friend of House Atreides, and I'm interested in what he has to say. Paul is coming with me." Leto nodded as he finished his food.

"And the Lady?" asked a maid, presumably she wished to know if she needed to pack your dresses.

"No, she is not required." Leto's answer was immediate and you felt yourself sinking back into your chair.

While it was true that lately your husband and you haven't been on good terms, this was something else.

You had an argument when he wanted to rebuild your gardens. Your gardens. The one you grew yourself. He wanted to just demolish it all because as he said 'It didn't please his eyes' but you have grown to love those plants, you swore they spoke with you as you helped them grow. 

Just another thing your husband took away from you, your marriage has grown cold, and you suspected he had lovers. Whores. Although you had no proof, even just the thought made you ill.

They left the next day to visit house Terra, while you stayed home.

"My Lady, we have a ship incoming." said Duncan as he approached. The poor soul was left with you to take care of you. You did like the man so, you had no issues with him as your bodyguard for the time being.

"Are they already home?"

"Not our ship."

When you saw the ship, you immediately gave permission for it to land.

It was your sister.

"My sister it has been so long." you said as you hugged her and she hugged you back.

"I came because we received an invite from Terra."

"So did we, Paul and Leto already left."

"The invite was sent out to all leaders, and technically, you are the leader of Kaidis. So, I came to you sister and ask you to represent your home."

"I am not able to you know that, I gave you power when I married."

"I am aware, but I can't go myself, I have other matters so, please represent Kaidis, My Queen."

You should have asked further questions, you should have told her no, you were a part of the house of Atreides no longer the Princess of Kaidis.

But then why were you on this ship? Why were you changing into appropriate clothes? And why were you smiling so much? And why was Duncan also changing?

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"My dear old friend, Leto."

"Hi Steve." the two leaders greeted one another as Leto got off of his ship. "My son, Paul." 

"Last time I saw you, you were still in your mother." Steve said with a smile. "Good to see you grew up into a strong man, given your mother... But we are not here to talk about that."

Paul made a face, understanding the implication the man just made about his mother he expected his father to take action. 

When his father did nothing Paul felt a pain in his heart. 

Then another ship landed, all men heard it but didn't react as Leto went over with Paul to greet another House.

Then the announcer said, out loud.

"The Queen of Kaidis from House Y/L/N." this made almost everyone turn.

Just in time to see you walk towards them, a long robe following you, your hair curled, your skin glowing. Your dress all earth tones, littered with stones and gems. Your crown is simple, on your forehead.

You walked so elegantly. You looked like a real Goddess.

Everyone's eyes were on you.

Paul did notice Idaho behind his mother, following closely in similar clothing.

"Queen... so old fashioned." Paul heard someone mention as he turned and gave them a look.

"Didn't expect the Queen herself." Steve stepped over and kissed your knuckles. 

"The Queen couldn't come, so she asked me."

"Technically you are still the Queen so..."

"Exactly her words. But my sister did send gifts." you mentioned as people started to bring in chests. "Hope you and your wife will enjoy them."

Steve made a face seeing the gifts.

"How did you know?" he asked with a low voice.

"We always know." you smiled before heading to greet the others. 

"Mother, didn't expect to see you here." said Paul as he stepped over to you. "You look... amazing." you smiled.

"Thank you, Love." you turned to Leto, and offered him a smile.

Leto looked at his man as if expecting him to do something. But Idaho only smiled at his Duke.

"You should have seen her smile, My Duke." he said as he followed you towards the others.  

House Terra had a gorgeous palace. Lots of open spaces.

During lunch, Steve Terra announced the reason he gathered everyone. His wife standing beside him, you already knew.

"I gathered everyone here to announce that my wife is expecting our first child." amazing news, you smiled and clapped as everyone else.

Lunch went on as some Lords offered their... services... for you, which you all declined, but everyone could feel the cold air between you and Leto.

It surely didn't stop people from making comments. Paul heard them all. They were mainly about your title, family and beliefs.

"Did you know they believe in dragons?" one lord said with a disgusting tone.

"Delusional women. This is exactly why I wouldn't have one on the throne or in power." replied the other. 

Their conversation made Paul disgusted as he felt anger rising in him, not only towards the lords but his father, who sat there listening to all of this, not doing anything.

But the mention of Dragons did open Paul's eyes. Suddenly as if his memories were locked away, everything came back like a cold shower. 

The stories you told him as a child about these magical beings. 

Paul looked at his father, who only took a sip from his drink.

"She betrayed us." Leto said barging into his chambers after lunch, Paul following closely. 

"She did not." Paul argued.

"She appeared out of her House, she represented the House Y/L/N when she is house Atreides."

"She didn't do anything that would mean be-"

"Why are you arguing with me Paul?" Leto turned to his son.

"Because no one seems to realize that she is my mother. Not even you, Father. You keep going on about betrayal and all those when we know it is not the case. She said it herself, her sister couldn't appear so she came. It is no betrayal. The real betrayal is that I never even knew I had an aunt."

"Paul-" Leto started but Paul cut him off.

"You are a great father, no doubt about that, but you never stand up for her, never protect her." Paul watched as his father got angry. But he didn't stop. "These people have been talking badly about her from the moment we arrived and you did nothing. Do you even love her?" Leto shot a glare at Paul. "Then act like it, because I'm not sure if she knows anymore."

Leto hated to admit but his son was right. 

He fucked up and now he needed to apologize. But how can one simply apologize for all those years?

Leto found you in the gardens, of course. You looked at all the different flowers as you smiled at them.

"You are growing nicely, I used to have one just like you." you said and the pain in Leto's heart grew.

He made a small noise to alert you of his presence as you turned to look at him. When you saw him, you turned back to the flower and he decided to be honest and frank.

"How could I apologize for a lifetime of mistakes I have made?"

"Maybe, an 'I'm so sorry, My Love'? Could be a start." you said as you kneeled and pulled out a weed from beside the flower.

"I know it wouldn't be enough, no matter how many times I say this but I truly am very sorry, My Love. My Father fed me these lies about your people, and I was no better once I grew up. And I did the same to Paul. They say your people are blind but it is not true, we are blind, you see the beauty most people walk right past. I'm sorry for not being better. I'm sorry for locking you out and for all those things I said. I truly love you and I hope that one day you can forgive me." by the time he finished you stood up and turned to him.

You are pleased to not see the great Duke in front of you but instead that boy you met and fell in love with many nights ago. You opened your mouth, trying to form the question you feared getting an answer to for the last months. Leto, as if reading your mind replied.

"I do not have any lovers, never did, never will. You are the one I love and crave, no one else. I beg you to give me another chance and be your husband, a better husband."

"Each time you looked at me like I was some crazy old lady, it hurt. I couldn't tell Paul about my home, about who I used to be. It did hurt but nothing hurt more than when you push me away. I know you are busy and that you have responsibilities and duties and whatnot. I do not expect for you to arrive back to me, ready to hear me talk when you heard people talk all day. I do not expect you to touch me every night. But a small kiss and a gentle greeting would be appreciated. I love you Leto, which is why I stayed and it will never change. I will stay with you as I vowed but I don't want to hide anymore."

"And you don't have to. We will build a new garden, I kept some of your flowers, I'm sorry for taking that away from you. In my eyes, it symbolized my failure as a husband, and I couldn't look at it."

"We will rebuild." you took a step, placing your hand against his cheek as you smiled. Rebuild your garden and your relationship.

Leto leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips. Something you missed greatly. 

"We can fix this, I know we can." he said as he pulled back.

"We will." you smiled again.

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Kaidis was a planet Paul imagined during his childhood but even his imagination couldn't be as amazing as it really was.

The trees, the flowers and so so many animals.

"They are all tame, even the largest ones, if you wish to pet them." you told Paul as his eyes shined, much like how they did when he was a child.

As you all got off the ship, your sister greeted you all. Hugging Paul.

"You were only a baby when I last saw you, you grew a lot." she said as Paul smiled, his aunt was just as lovely and caring as his mother, he definitely saw the resemblance. 

"It's time for you to see the other side of your blood. You were born to be an Atreides, but you are also a Y/L/N." she said as she grabbed his arm and guided him. You and Leto stayed behind, letting Paul on his own.

"I want you to meet someone." you said to Leto as he followed you through the garden into the woods.

"She is here somewhere." you said as Leto watched all kinds of animal scatter as they saw him.

"What are those?" he said pointing at an animal he has never saw before.

"Deers. Their antlers are quite something right? They are gentle but they don't trust people." you grabbed his hand as you guided him. Much like a child he pointed at every other animal asking what it was and you explained.

Then a noise Leto has never heard before. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he looked around with alarm. 

"It's okay." you told your husband as you took another step towards the clearing in the woods. "Devora." you said as you saw the huge beast emerge from the woods. 

Leto was not the kind of man who got scared easily. But this thing, it was huge, with even bigger teeth and wings. It was white but it also weirdly shined in the light. 

"Dragon." he said as you rushed over to this huge beast. "Y/N!" he meant to yell at you, stop you but you didn't, all he saw was you running into your death with open arms.

"I missed you my friend." you said as you touched its head. The giant beast laid on the ground, allowing you to pet it. "He's my husband, be nice." you told her before you turned back to Leto.

"It's okay, she won't hurt you."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you think I'd let her eat you?"

"After I destroyed your garden... perhaps?"

"Well, okay, but still, come."

He took slow steps as he watched this huge dragon, when it moved even if it was just a small movement, Leto stopped as you giggled.

"Come on, she won't hurt you. She listens to me."

"How could you tame a beast like her?"

"How could you tame a beast like me, My Duke?" he wanted to laugh but the dragon moved and he forgot to breathe. Leto looked into it's yellow eyes as he touched her.

"Dragons are real, and as much as the entire galaxy wants it to believe that we are all delusional, we aren't."

"Why don't you show them then?"

"They are not worthy to know, as you said, they are blind. And dragons are at least safe like this. No one comes to hunt them or hurt them. I will rather be called a delusional woman than let anyone hurt these precious beings."

Oh how much he loved you was beyond every word. 

"Let's go for a fly!" you said as you started to move towards the back of Devora. 

"What? Fly? On this thing?"

"Is it that the mighty Duke Atreides is scared?"

"I'm not scared of flying planes, ships but a dragon..."

"You can fly all the ships and planes, I fly dragons."

In the end you tricked him, pulled him close enough for Devora to move and he ended up behind you in her saddle. And up up up she went.

Through the clouds, Leto could barely breathe. The experience was entirely different from flying a ship. He felt so free.

So free and so in love. His arm moved from around you and reached out to a cloud.

"I'm so sorry."

"I forgive you. You couldn't have known."

"I should have listened when you told Paul. I shouldn't have told you to stop. This world is beyond everything. I love you so much." he placed a kiss onto your shoulder as you took Devora down, going back to the palace.

"Mother! Is that?" asked Paul as he rushed over to you.

"Devora." you told him as he smiled.

"Wow."

Leto moved as he pulled you close to him and kissed you. It was weird to kiss him like this, but you did feel the fire in him reignite. 

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Post Series 2 Rec List

Compiled for you here is a collection of BBC Johnlock stories that diverge from canon after the Reichenbach Falls, and Sherlock's time away. A few include Johnlock pre-TRF, but most focus on their relationship developing after Sherlock's return.

Phantom Vibrations by camerasparring 2.3k words

John knows exactly how Sherlock functions. Sherlock constantly needs to know where John is.

notes: fluffy, follows John recounting all the times Sherlock has disappeared on him until he returns for good

Always by addicted2hugh locked 6k words

A study in Sherlock, or: The years it took John Watson to fall in love

notes: their relationship pre and post reichenbach

The Zebra Sheets by agirlsname 13.7k words

Sherlock is back from the dead and he's exhausted. So is John. They go on a holiday to a faraway cottage and unexpected truths are revealed.

notes: loved the pacing, felt so dreamy and sensual, they just adore each other so much

Hesitance. by Ireallydontcare443 3k words

Sherlock begins to notice certain parts of his behaviour have changed... drastically, and eventually so does John.

notes: Sherlock has ptsd after returning from the fall, and John fumbles while trying to help him the best he can.

Practising by liriodendron 5.7k

"Sherlock Holmes’ return to 221B Baker Street had gone, initially, exactly as he had expected. Upon discovering him sprawled nonchalantly in the sitting room when returning from a shift at the surgery, John had punched him in the jaw. Twice. That had, of course, been a near inevitability and any other reaction would have been cause for worry."

notes: John is lovely, Sherlock goes a bit stir crazy with how much he loves John, John flirting and teasing Sherlock

as we are defined by the_arc5 4.8k words

People assume things about them, but nobody really gets it. Nobody really understands what they are. Of course, John isn't quite sure he understands, either.

notes: John thinking he is worth nothing to Sherlock and pining for him before the fall, getting together after Sherlock's return

Pulse by FinAmour 3.5k words

“I can’t believe you left me this way,” he says to me with an expression of immeasurable sadness. “And there are countless things I need to know.”

Heaving a sigh, he tightens his grip around my wrists. “But not now. All I need to know now, Sherlock, is that you're real.”

He stands there silently, eyes closed, feeling the beat of my heart at his fingertips, and he doesn’t let go for a very long time.

Sweet Thing by peevee 2.4k

In the living room, jars covered every surface.

Clusters of them - every shade from the palest gold to treacly black - on the floor and on the tables, piled on the mantelpiece and on the chairs.

notes: Sherlock nudging himself back into John's life after the fall, no Mary, kissing covered in honey

Survival Instinct by shirleyholmes 7.1k words

Prompt: After Sherlock's "comeback" John starts obsessing with constantly making sure he's alive (checking his heartbeat etc.)

“Don’t. Just- come in. It’s cold and—you look like you came—“

“Back from the dead?” Sherlock suggested.

notes: checking pulse, John coping with Sherlocks return, nightmares, overall fluff

Victory Shag by loveanddeathandartandtaxes for scullyseviltwin 3.5k

It becomes habit. Solve a stressful case; have sex.

notes: fwb to lovers

Things We Swore We'd Never Do by liriodendron 2.7k words

After hunting down the last of Moriarty's network, Sherlock finally returns home to John. John's response surprises them both. Not entirely devoid of emotional content, but pretty much PWP.

' “Okay…” said John slowly, straightening his shirt. “That was…um…unexpected.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe we should…talk…?”

“Talk. Yes. Definitely,” Sherlock agreed absently, eyes fixed on John like a hawk’s, watching his every movement.

“Good, yes, quite… we should…sit and…talk…”

And then they collided again, as if drawn by an elemental force.'

The Mission to Flirt by MutedSilence 9k words

Turns out John has been staring at Sherlock like a love sick teen. Greg decides that John just needs to flirt. So, he does. Sort of. He certainly tried to at least.

notes: lighthearted, found from searching ‘fluff’ & ‘first kiss’, John figuring out how to flirt with Sherlock

All This Time by stopthat 3.6k words

It’s something we struggle with, still, after all this time.

“We share a life,” John says, eyes searching. “Have you ever wanted anything more from me?”

notes: first ch is Sherlock's pov, second ch is John's pov, stumbling love confessions and first kiss.

Quickly Run Away by stopthat 5.3k words

A few weeks after Sherlock's return, he drags John to his childhood home in Yorkshire. There's just something about the place. It says a lot about how Sherlock views their relationship, he supposes, that he’s brought him here—or it would, if it were anyone else.

Lush by stopthat 3.6k words

They stare at each other for entirely too long, suddenly unwilling to break their shared gaze.  John looks, as he often does, like he has something to say.  But then the barman flips on the overhead bulbs, dousing the pub in horrible fluorescent light, and with a small sigh he stands, a bit wobbly on his feet, and hauls Sherlock up with him.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hello, are you still doing requests?

if so, could i have some sibling headcanons of nico with a hades kiddo that's really peppy and into colorful things and people find it hard to believe they're siblings at first because their personalities are polar opposites of each other?

thankyou!

Heya, I'm still doing requests but I have so many so it might take a while to get an answer, feel free to request something else though! This kind of went off track but oh well <3

Don't take it to heart---Nico/opposite aesthetics sibling!reader

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-The minute you skipped up to the porch of the Hades Cabin with your stripey rainbow leg warmers and a tote bag with a stupid pun about a show with something called ‘carebears’, Nico winced.

-He’d need sunglasses if he had to keep looking at you, but he didn’t really want to borrow the big yellow star ones on the end of your nose, so maybe that was a bad idea. Your first interaction went a bit like this:

You: “Heya, you're the emo kid, right? I’m new! So, where’s our cabin?” 

Nico: “Uh… you're supposed to go that way.”

You: “No, that’s the Iris cabin, at least that’s what Chiron said. I’m your new sibling, by the way. Chiron said we have one in Rome too! 

Nico: I- well, yes, I- we do.

You: Are they as grumpy looking as you?

-Needless to say you got off to a great start. Nico proceeded to dump your bags on one of the beds, which has a zebra print doona matching one of your headbands, and then left immediately. You shrugged it off, obviously, and started stacking your things on the coffin shaped bookshelves. You ignored the candle that was supposed to smell like ‘the souls of the damned’, and put your own flowery one next to it. 

-You found out you loved arts and crafts, where you made friendship bracelets with Lacy, as well as pegasi riding. You saw Nico once, and he waved awkwardly, but went back to the small child he was glaring at quickly. You quickly became attached to a creamy coloured mare called macaroni as well, but Butch wouldn’t let her sleep in your cabin. He did take a friendship bracelet, though. And he let you weave daisy chains into macaroni’s mane and tail, so you liked him. 

-You had brought a musty old record player with you after finding out that there was no wifi, but you had to pause ‘Washing Machine Heart’ [by Mitski, of course] when Nico came trudging into the now bright cabin. You’d opened all the curtains and taken the spiders that fell from them outside, dumping them in the bushes behind the Athena cabin. 

-Nico stared at the squishmellows on your bed and then the dreamcatcher by one of the windows, and the row of brightly coloured converse with striped laces lined up by his three different pairs of black Doc Martens. 

-He shrugged his jacket off and went straight into the bathroom, leaving a little trail of muddy footsteps along the heart shaped rug you’d put down.

-He was just adjusting to a roommate, you told yourself. It wasn’t anything to do with you personally. You hadn’t done anything wrong, maybe you should just give him a bit of space. That was a good idea. Leave him alone for a bit until he was used to you, and don’t take it to heart. 

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-You took it to heart.

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-Months had passed, and you were thankful for the Ipad Piper [she was so nice, and she let you borrow her Olivia Rodrigo records] lent you so you could facetime the family and friends you had left behind occasionally. They had seemed to adjust to you not being there anymore, now that you knew you were a child of Hades, the outside world was too dangerous to risk. You tried not to take that to heart either.

-Macaroni was getting used to the beaded bridle you’d made her, but you were still training her to get used to flying around while you used your new weapons.

-Nyssa had helped you make them, able to actually craft a design after glancing at you scribbled drawing with glitter gel pens that you really had worked hard on. Now you had a sparkly belt with three attachments, that you could click in your spray cans too. The cans were filled with different coloured paint, only the base liquid was melted down celestial bronze flakes, so when you fought a monster, which you were still learning to do, it would seep into their eyes and turn them blind, or crack through their skin and dissolve them. You loved the spray cans.

-Drew had warmed up to you as well, and you were even invited to Barbie premier night in Cabin ten. You got to wear your sparkly leg warmers and the cropped leather jacket in a light shade of pink.

-You were making your way to the arts and crafts center with a box of clay and little paint brushes in your arms to run the pottery class [you’d been elected as head of arts and crafts pretty quickly, shared with Elsa, one of the Athena kids who specialize in weaving and sewed the cutest pajama pants] when you bumped into Nico.

-Literally. 

-The box may have been a few heads taller than you, so it wasn’t really your fault, but Nico still snapped at you. 

-You gathered up the little tubs of paint from the grass and apologized quickly, your chest tight with anxiety. You hurried away after that, ignoring your brother as he tried to explain he hadn’t realized it was you when he hissed curse words Drew had started teaching Harley and Lacy. 

-The class went well, the scrunchies Elsa was making her girlfriend for her birthday went along well, and a few more kids than usual showed up, taking lumps of clay from the tray and working it into figures on their tables. You were making beads that you’d string onto a bracelet for Nyssa, because she always broke the plastic ones with hammers and drills accidentally.

-You thought back to your interaction with Nico and regretted it dearly. Maybe if you’d just heard him out or even apologized and blamed yourself, he might’ve come to your class to see your works, or sat with you at dinner, or even just waved from across the infirmary when you went to get panadol for your headaches. 

-You knew you got them from straining your eyes to read and draw in the dim cabin, but whenever you opened the curtains or switched on your blue lamp with a cloudy pattern that you hadn’t got to use yet, Nico cleared out completely. 

-It wasn’t your fault, you reminded yourself, you were just… too different.

-People started filing out after putting their creations to the side, you complimented each of their idea’s even though you felt like getting some Ben and Jerry’s from the camp shop and curling up in bed to watch ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ again. 

-The beads for Nyssa were nearly done, so you went to find a container to pop them in.

-When you got back, they had been ground into the bench until the delicate tracing of different things Nyssa likes were just shapeless brown blobs. An Ares kid, Grey, was standing with their arms crossed and a smirk on their face, which was mostly obscured by a nose that had been broken too many times.

-You stared down at the squashed clay and felt your eyes prickle with tears.

-Grey jeered at you, calling you things you’d rather not hear again, because they only made the tears fall. You rubbed your nose and smoothed the front of your tye-dyed camp shirt flat. Grey called after you, something about being a ‘rainbow prissy’. You stumbled out of the center.

-Nico wasn’t in your cabin when you slammed the door behind you, thankfully, and you hopped into bed, kicking your yellow converse off and pulling the doona over your head so you didn’t have to look at the skull filled walls around you.

-It was so dark, it was so dark and shadowy and there were bones you were too scared to ask about their origins lining the mirror in the bathroom you kept seeing things behind you in. Your crocheted blanket that used to sit across the black doona cover had been folded up a while ago and placed back in your suitcase, along with a few of the more multicolored posters and the fruity scented candles that seemed to annoy your half brother. 

-You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves and held your hand over your mouth so Nico wouldn’t hear crying when he would eventually come back a few hours later, late enough that you could pretend to be asleep. 

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-The infirmary was busy with bleeding and laughing demigods when you wandered in looking for some panadol. Your headache was making it hard to think straight, but whenever you cried too much you got one, so you knew what to do by now. 

-Will waved from over from where he was pulling a ruler, a stapler, and a glue stick out of the stomach of an Iris kid who was giggling the entire time, coughing up glitter. He grimaced when a chunk of glue hit his face. You waved back and turned the corner, heading to the rooms at the back where Austin would be. He usually had the panadol. 

-Someone groaned in the corner, and you spotted Grey. 

-They looked like a soggy bag of a human, their mauled nose the only definable shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the grotesque demigod blob.

-Austin shuffled up behind you with a grimace, passing over a few pills and a glass of water without looking away. You gulped them down quickly as Grey let out another moan and rolled a bit on their hospital bed. Austin told you that he’d been spotted on the floor of the Arts and crafts center. 

-Apparently, every few minutes one of his bones would disappear.

-It was only a few fingers at the start, then most of his ribs couldn’t be found and there was something wrong with his mouth, which Austin found out meant his jaw had decided to not be there. 

-A screechy sound came from the front of the infirmary, and you both looked to the door, which Clarrise was dragging Nico through, holding him up by the back of his jacket. He pummeled at the chunky daughter of Ares, but couldn’t get out of her grip. Clarrise glared around at the staring demigods and snarled, “why is this little shit de-boning Grey?”

-You didn’t know who yelled ‘that’s what she said’ from across the room.

-”Because they deserve it.” Nico hissed a bit like a cat, glaring up at Clarisse with narrowed brown eyes underneath his floppy hair.  

-Will ran up to the pair, brushing glitter off his gloved hands onto his scrubs instead. He folded his arms and stared Clarrise down until she finally let go of Nico, who dropped to the ground and then sprung back up, wrinkling his nose at the daughter of Ares, who just stuck her tongue back out at him. 

-Will pinched his nose, “Clarisse, more people come in here because of you then Nico, so you don’t get to talk. Nico, just fix them, they’re too annoying to be kept in here.”

-”But people deserved to be punched by me,” Clarrise argued with a scoff.

-”And Grey deserves to lose their bones!” Nico shot back, glaring up at Clarisse and balling his fists, “they stepped on my siblings clay stuff!”

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-You yawned and stretched your arms out above your head, then blinked up at the roof with bleary eyes. The skulls were gone, now it was just black concrete. You rolled over a moment later and stuffed your head back into your pillow, pulling your crocheted blanket back over your head.

-There was a ‘shing’ sound as curtains were yanked open, and you just sunk further into your comfy bed, ignoring the bright beams of early morning sunshine that streamed in and lit up the dark cabin. It made the rainbow rug in the center of the cabin even brighter, and you groaned loudly in protest. “Whaddaya even doing up so early? Go back to bed you vampire!”

-”It’s only six am?”

-”You’re more of a psychopath then I thought before,” you muttered, but made sure you were loud enough that your brother could hear you as he padded round the cabin getting changed and ready for his much too early start to the day. 

-Nico huffed and the bathroom door shut as he completely ignored the hairbrush you’d given him to passive aggressively deal with his scruffy black hair. “Leo forgot the code to the safe in the big house that he changed when he was hiding those icey poles from Piper.”

-”And how are you supposed to help him remember?”

-Nico’s boots were loud on the floorboards as he trotted over. He kissed you on the forehead gently, “oh I’m not, I’m gonna go watch him suffer the consequences with Jason.”

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[bbrissonn]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝟒)

╰┈➤ two weeks before the release of tired of u, alanna surprises everyone by dropping another single

╰┈➤ pairing: trevor zegras x ex!singer!girlfriend

╰┈➤ social media + real life

╰┈➤ masterlist

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-SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2023-

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alannaoregon surprise !! another single !!! sunset chasing aka my baby is now out on all streaming platforms !!!!

even though some of you guessed it with my youtube video, here's a surprise drop for my sunset lovers out there. this songs hold suchs a special place in my heart because half of it was written while i was in a relationship, and the other after said relationship. i think this songs truly represents how intense and deep my feelings were during my breakup, the first half and seconds half being complete opposites. i hope you all enjoy this song as much as i do

love, lanny 🩵

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lhughes_06 sunsets > sunrise

alannaoregon @/lhughes_06 woah now, just because ur always asleep during sunrise doesn't mean others don't enjoy it lhughes_06 @/alannaoregon my deepest apology ma'am

user620 WENT FROM CHASING SUNSETS TO CHASING YOUR ATTENTION

user72 @/user620 MY HEART WAS A COLOUR FULL SKY user910 @/user72 PRECIOUS AS A SUNSET user006 @/user910 YOU WERE LIKE DARK CLOUDS user820 @/user006 TAKING OVER ME WITH NO REMORSE

colecaufield proud of you lanny

alannaoregon @/colecaufield love you coley &lt;3

becky.rivera THATS MY BEST FRIEND

alannaoregon @/becky.rivera my fav girl 💖

user256 if i ever see trevor zegras it's on sight

user826 @/user256 no fr and the nerves he had to follow her again-- user527 @/user826 asshole alert user 027 @/user826 she followed him back-

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user928 you have some nerves posting this today mr zebras

jamie.drysdale can't believe you ditched me for this...

alannaoregon luv u bubs 😽😽

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-REAL LIFE, KENNEWICK, WASH.-

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"Gosh, Trev, can you please calm down." The Oregon girl begged, making her boyfriend stop dead in his track and look at her with wild eyes.

"Easy for you to say! People are worshipping the ground you walk on, and trying to make mine collapse under me, babe!" Trevor exclaimed, waving his arms all around the place.

"Baby, just try to relax, okay?" The girl mumbled, standing up from her spot on the couch. Her hands cupped his cheek, pecking his lips lightly. "You deserve it." She smirked, making Trevor look at her like a mad lady.

"This isn't funny, Lan. They're gonna hunt me down when your album comes out!"

"You should've though about it before breaking my heart, loves." The girl responded after pressing another kiss to the boy's lips.

"Can't you just, like, tell people there's no more bad blood between us so they can leave me alone? Please." The hockey player begged, making the girl sigh before pressing her lips to the tip of his nose.

"I could. But then people would get suspicious, especially since we followed each other, T. If you really want me to, I can, but just think about it, okay?" The girl whispered, her thumbs rubbing circles on his cheekbones. The boy leaned into her touch, closer his eyes and leaning down to rest his forehead against hers.

"What if... what if we just said we're back together?"

"Trust me, Trevs, that'd only make the situation worse. People are gonna hate on you, and I'm gonna be getting called an idiot for getting back with you."

"We can say we're friends, I mean we followed each other back."

"You really want me to?" She asked softly. Trevor quickly shook his head yes against hers, making the girl sigh a bit.

"Do you not want to?" The boy asked, confused by her reaction.

"No, I do, I just don't want to make the situation worse and have people hate on you even more." She explained, her voice low as her hands moved from his face to the side of his neck.

"I'll be fine, baby, don't worry 'bout me."

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alannaoregon i wanna start by saying how thankful and appreciative i am for all the love you guys have shown to my two new singles. you guys truly mean the world to me and i'll forever be thankful for my fanbase !!

my songs are a way for me to express my feelings when it's hard to talk about it. a lot of time i also end up dramatizing the way i feel just to make my songs better. i am a writer, and storyline is what i do. sometimes i write about relationships i've seen in movies or tv shows.

with that being said, death treats being made and sent to someone over my songs are not something that i will allow. i release my songs because i am proud of them, not so people can use it as an excuse to be rude, disrespectful, and mean to others.

kindness is a value that i hold dear to my heart, and seeing my people going after someone who still holds a very special place in my heart is not something that i will tolerate. trevor and i have spoken how our past and are on good terms. his permission was given for these songs to be released so that we could both move on from our relationship. we've both moved on and are very happy in our lives, please respect and accept that.

remember to always be kind and spread positivity to everyone around you, no matter what they might have done to you before, especially if you don't know the whole story.

love you all, lanny 🩵

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user274 dang she really called yall out in that last sentence

user483 @/user274 she ate... but now i wanna know the whole story

lhughes_06 purr lanny talk your shit

alannaoregon @/lhughes_06 i've trained you so well 🥹

user836 did he seriously go complain to her abt it... such a child

alannaoregon @/user836 you try receiving dms every minute about how people hope you die and that the world would be a better place without you and then you'll be able to comment on whether he's being a child or no girly :3 user927 @/alannaoregon GASP jackhughes @/alannaoregon girl you ate that up girl alannaoregon @/jackhughes ive truly trained you and lu to perfection 🤭

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Tracklist:

Absolutely Cuckoo • I Don't Believe in the Sun • All My Little Words • A Chicken With Its Head Cut Off • Reno Dakota • I Don't Want to Get Over You • Come Back From San Francisco • The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side • Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits • The Cactus Where Your Heart Should Be • I Think I Need a New Heart • The Book of Love • Fido, Your Leash Is Too Long • How Fucking Romantic • The One You Really Love • Punk Love • Parades Go By • Boa Constrictor • A Pretty Girl Is Like • My Sentimental Melody • Nothing Matters When We're Dancing • Sweet-Lovin' Man • The Things We Did and Didn't Do • Roses • Love is Like Jazz • When My Boy Walks Down the Street • Time Enough For Rocking When We're Old • Very Funny • Grand Canyon • No One Will Ever Love You • If You Don't Cry • You're My Only Home • (Crazy For You But) Not That Crazy • My Only Friend • Promises of Eternity • World Love • Washington, D.C. • Long-Forgotten Fairytale • Kiss Me Like You Mean It • Papa Was a Rodeo • Epitaph For My Heart • Asleep and Dreaming • The Sun Goes Down and the World Goes Dancing • The Way You Say Good-Night • Abigail, Belle of Kilronan • I Shatter • Underwear • It's a Crime • Busby Berkeley Dreams • I'm Sorry I Love You • Acoustic Guitar • The Death of Ferdinand de Saussure • Love in the Shadows • Bitter Tears • Wi' Nae Wee Bairn Ye'll Me Beget • Yeah! Oh, Yeah! • Experimental Music Love • Meaningless • Love is Like a Bottle of Gin • Queen of the Savages • Blue You • I Can't Touch You Anymore • Two Kinds of People • How to Say Goodbye • The Night You Can't Remember • For We Are the King of the Boudoir • Strange Eyes • Xylophone Track • Zebra

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You're My Zebra (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) (Horses and Zebras 4/4)

Author’s Note: I've finally come up with an ending for this mini series that I like, so it's time to wrap it up! Really, thank you to everyone who's been interested and invested in this series, I never thought it'd be anything more than just a one-off post. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You didn't sleep a wink after Matt left, and with some time before your shift, you decided to get some answers from him, needing to put the pain of the past behind you.

Warnings: Angst (broken heart, nerves related to canon-typical violence, two stubborn idiots in love who never stopped being in love with one another for seven years), swearing, fluff, happy ending

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 1,748

Your heart is racing like a hummingbird’s. This is truly just one of the stupidest things—no, it is absolutely the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. With those injuries from last night, the sheer amount of blood you absorbed up with his gauze, he’s probably not even in! Hell, he might not even be alive. He might not have even made it back to his place; with that amount of blood loss, he could easily be dead on some street or rooftop. But he has to be alive, right? He can’t just show up out of the blue after seven years just to die twelve hours later. At least if you go, someone in that office has to tell him you came, right? Just as you’re thinking about doubling back, your hand is already opening the door to Nelson, Murdock, and Page. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” a blonde woman says, looking up from her desk. 

“Is Matt Murdock in?” you ask. 

You notice how her eyes just barely look over to where you assume his office is. “Can I have your—Hey, wait!”

Walking into his office, you see him sitting at his desk, his fingers running over papers as Foggy stands to his left. 

“Get out, Foggy,” you tell him. “I need to talk with Matt.”

Foggy looks between you and Matt skeptically before standing straight as if he’s about to walk out.

“Foggy and I are discussing case strategy right now,” Matt says curtly. “This is confidential. You can’t be here.”

“Then take a break from it, we need to talk.”

“I’m afraid I can’t. We need to wrap this up, and then we have client meetings back to back all day.”

“You seriously expect me to believe that? It’s 10:00 a.m. What about lunch?”

“Lunch meeting.”

“Then we’ll talk after.”

“I’m afraid we’re staying late. And if you’re here right now, it’s my guess you’re working the late shift tonight.”

“Then I’ll make an appointment with you, I don’t care, we need to talk, Matt.”

“I think we both said everything we needed to last night.”

The sentence and the look on his face is like an ice-cold dagger in your heart.

“You’re a real piece of shit,” you breathe, your face scrunching as you hold back your tears. “Go to hell.”

As you start to walk out of the office, you hear Foggy call out: “Karen, stop them!”

The blonde does as he asks, maneuvering in front of you, mirroring every step you take to halt your exit.

“(Y/N),” Foggy breathes as he comes out to meet you, taking Karen’s place. “What’s going on?”

“A mistake,” you sigh. “And now, after seven years, I guess it’s finally over.”

“Matt said something about last night. Did something happen?”

You straighten and adjust your hand on the step of your bag. “He came to me for some help. I gave him a hand, and he left when I wasn’t looking.” You notice the slightest raise in Foggy’s eyebrows, and you can tell he knows exactly what’s going on and just what kind of help Matt came to you for last night.

“Turn around,” he says softly.

“Foggy—,” you begin to protest.

“Nope, for once you’re both gonna listen to me,” he insists with a gentle hand on your back, leading you back to Matt’s office.

“Foggy—,” Matt starts once you both enter his space.

“Nope,” Foggy says, holding up his hand. “You two are going to talk about whatever all this is right now. I can handle the client meeting with Karen.”

“But—.”

“No. All of this has been going on between you two for nearly a decade. You’re my friends, and as much as neither of you want to admit it, you still mean a damn lot to one another.”

Walking out of the office, Foggy closes the door behind him, the loud sound of a door clicking shut cutting through the deafening silence of pure tension as you place your bag on one of the client chairs in front of his desk. 

“What the hell, Matt?” you hiss, your voice quivering as tears immediately sting at your eyes. 

“(Y/N)—,” he starts, smoothing out his tie against his button down. 

“No!”

“Keep your voice down.”

Your lip quivers as you stand and stare at him. “I cleaned up so much blood last night, you were incredibly injured . . . You could barely move—It hurt you to breathe, and you just left! I-I . . . I was so scared! I was sick to my stomach! I was half-convinced that if I came here today, you wouldn’t be in because you’d be dead on some street all alone!”

“You had a phone call. I wanted to give you your privacy.” How the hell is he keeping his voice so flat? You feel like you could scream, and he sounds like he’s telling you the weather for the day.

“Oh my God, Matt!” you cry, running your fingers through your hair. “That—I—! Cover your ears and wait! You couldn’t ha—!” Your blood runs cold when a thought runs across the forefront of your mind. “Did you leave . . . Because I left that night at Columbia?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Take off your glasses and look at me!” you shout, rage, hurt, and betrayal coursing through your veins. “I am done. Tell me the truth.”

Pausing for a moment, he does as you ask. You don’t know how it’s possible, but he looks even worse than he did last night. 

“If this is some sort of cruel punishment for something I was genuinely mistaken about, you’ve got a sick sense of justice. I thought I was going to die from how worried I was about you, and you—!”

“I couldn’t stomach the thought of listening to you talk to your boyfriend,” he cuts you off. “I heard him call you ‘baby’, and I—.”

“You could hear that from where you were on the sofa?” you clarify, totally confused. 

“Yeah, I could. My hearing is one of the ways I do . . . what brought me to you last night.” He clears his throat. “It’s a lot to explain.”

“Is that the only reason you left?”

He moistens his lips, his eyebrows pulling together as he shakes his head. “You were gonna tell me no. You were gonna say you didn’t want to see me ever again. That was gonna be the nail in my coffin, and it was gonna be the last time I ever saw you. It made sense to leave while you were on the phone to save us both another heartbreak, but then I heard how you were crying after I left. I wanted to turn around and just hold onto you, but, I think that would’ve only made it worse.”

“I wasn’t gonna tell you no, Matt,” you breathe. 

He tilts his face back up, showing you fresh tear marks along his face. “You weren’t?”

“No, Matt. I was going to say I needed some time. Everything we unpacked last night . . . I was a lot. Between what happened in Columbia, you stumbling into my place, what you were doing last night—I needed time to sit with it. And then you left, and I . . .” You swallow hard before you take a few steps toward him. “I felt so ashamed, because everything about our relationship has been my fault. But all I know with every ounce of myself that I want to fix it, and I swear if you ever leave me again, there is no place where you can go where I won’t find you to give you a piece of my mind and a swift smack to your head.”

His eyebrows shoot up like those of a sad puppy as you make your way around the desk. “(Y/N) . . .”

“I mean it,” you tack on. 

“You have a boyfriend.”

“I care about him, yes. But if you’re asking me to compare my affections, who I’ve imagined a future with? That’s you, Matt. You’re my future, and you always have been.”

A tear rolls down his cheek. “I-It won’t be easy.”

“I know.” You slide your hands into his. “Matt, do you remember that night when we were studying for that exam? When I told you that doctors are told to look for horses, not zebras?”

“Mm,” he hums, leaning his forehead against yours. “I remember that night well.”

“You’re my zebra, Matt. I don’t want easy. I want you. The good, the bad, the complicated, all the messy history—everything. I want to be there for you, and I will sit and talk it all through, I will stay up late to be with you when you get back from being out at night. I want to lay it out so we can start over. Start fresh.”

He squeezes your hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the back of your hands. “I’m not gonna go anywhere,” he vows. “I swear.”

“Neither am I,” you breathe, resting your forehead on his.

“Can I kiss you?” It’s not so much a question, but an urgent plea filled with need, as if it isn’t fulfilled here and now, he might wither away. You don’t give him the pleasure of a verbal response before you pull him in for a kiss. His hands hold onto your waist for dear life as you wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss is firm and passionate and flooded with too many emotions to properly process. But even in the thick of it, it feels like you’re back in law school the night you got drinks with Matt—light and utterly in love. You’re absolutely breathless when Matt pulls back and the kiss breaks, but he helps steady your racing heart with how he continues to hold onto you. 

“Meet me back here when you get off of work,” he breathes. “We can go back to my place, and I’ll explain everything you want to know. Have a few drinks.”

“Last time we had a few drinks, I ended up in your bed,” you say softly, brushing your nose against his. “And you shouldn’t be mixing the pain killers I gave you with alcohol.”

“Whoops,” he says with a lopsided grin. “Sounds like you’re just the right person to stick around and keep me in line, though.”

You brush your nose against his and smile softly. “Damn right I am. And I’m not going anywhere.”

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[tracesofdevotion]

humanity’s separation of itself from the rest of the animal kingdom is a bigger problem than people are led to believe.

the concept of animals existing in a hierarchical food chain is so messed up. like, we've literally decided that some life has inherent value and some lives are to be discarded. like what the hell???

i have a lot of thoughts on this (obviously) but i always think it's like when people are like "you can't anthropomorphize wild animals" but... why not? we made that word up? and when we use it it means we can't connect with another animal or assume that they have feelings and thoughts. isn't that a little bit sad? why can't we look at a wild animal and go "oh they're just like me"

we think we're so different from every other animal. like... we're just creatures made of tissue and bones? why can't we treat other animals as equals?

i am genuinely not a vegetarian btw. i just think. it's weird that the only difference between me and a chicken is that one of us is considered food.

also, i don't think we SHOULD be vegan. i think it's important for humans to eat meat. i think it's in our biology and i don't think that it's morally bad for me to eat meat just i don't think it's bad when i'm watching a nature documentary and a lion eats a zebra. nature is nature. but. why are we above connecting with the meat we eat????

i think that it's possible to be a respectful carnivore. i know people who are really into local meat and like supporting local farms and stuff. they really respect their food and respect the way animals are put down by making sure it's done in the most humane way possible. and i think there's something to be said about that? like the difference between a mass slaughter and a farm that lets cattle live on grass and feel the sun before being put to death

but it's so sad that we have designated some creatures as "food" and some creatures as "family" and if i have a pet dog my dog is family and we love them but if i see a wolf in a wildlife reserve, it's suddenly not family anymore???? and we can't love them????

i look at my dog and i know that she is a sentient being. she has a heart that feels joy, a brain that feels the warmth of the sun. she's made of flesh and blood like me and the only difference between us is that she is like the size of like, a small lion cub and i am a person. so why suddenly do we stop humanizing other animals when they are suddenly bigger than us. we're all just made up of the same stuff. we all feel love and fear. what's the difference????

we use this "anthropomorphism" thing to stop us from looking at the wild horses and thinking they have lives as full and complex as ours. we tell ourselves that there is suddenly something different about horses and cattle and chickens and pigs and rabbits and deer and dogs and cats and birds and fish because they lack some weird arbitrary thing we came up with. as if our existence is suddenly different and better than these things that are made of flesh. we're all just animals, man.

[twink-between-worlds]

ok just an in-general “our thoughts” thing;

we're. genuinely disappointed in how zoochosis turned out. the trailers fucked so hard. the concept is cool — mostly prey animals becoming mutated and killing each other? fuckin awesome — and most of the mutation designs are awesome too. (most. we don't fuckin talk about mutated zebra.) the whole...8 entire enclosures thing? epic. what isn't so epic is that you can only access four at a time, buuuut i digress. the Mother's design is cool — i wish she was an actual fight or something rather than a mid cutscene.

i do understand that the writer passed during production. i believe that the passion for the project died with him.

the subtitles definitely seem to be ai or something they dont match up with the lines at all dude. The gameplay is a little repetitive, honestly, just making minor differences (like, for example, not having the zebras throw up as a symptom, since they can't vomit) would have made it more interesting. it'd be cool if the difficulty amped up — like, maybe having more than one mutant, or the mutated ones having more hearts over time — but i guess thats just. apparently not important? whatever.

horror game where u can't die is a concept for sure. i also just kinda dont like how you only actually get to do 3 of the 4 enclosures. buddy you're already limiting us to four, can you at least let us do all four?

i dunno. im just a little disappointed about it. we were super hyped for it.

side note ; i dont get why they decided to make the , like, 'mascot' of the game the easiest to fucking miss. i know a LOT of people never saw the giraffe on their first (and even second) run because it was too easy to fail at triggering.

...but yeah. whatever.

[spiriiitt]

Okay so like I have no clue how to colour work coloured pencils, and the ones I have I got in a free art box for disadvantaged kids like 4 years ago so they're terrible terrible, but YOU SEE THE VISION RIGHT????

This post is just going to be me ramblings about the world building I've done so far for it, mostly on meifwas and Aphmau

Aph appears in the forest and follows vylad wtvr, doesn't remember anything yada yada yada we KNOW HOW MCD WORKS I just have to workshop it in the mlp logic and shit.

Aphmau has an abnormally long, curved horn, one that is often associated with powerful magicks users, however much longer. However, aph does not remember how to use her magicks when she shows up to Phoenix drop, at least not for a while. Her markings make villagers think she may be a zebra for a second, but they do not resemble theirs in the slightest and rather are not something recognisable to a species or any modern cultures they know of in the village. Her marks extend up her horn and follow where wings would stem from on her torso

Emmalyn does not recognise them either, and is very fascinated by aphmau's horn, however is very aggressive towards her, especially upon seeing hr cutie mark. Her cutie mark is rather dull and almost blends in with aphmau's coat, but it is the symbol of Irene. Emmalyn isn't quite sure of why, but as a dedicated Irene scholar she has reasons to believe it means she may be a closer, but not close, descendant of Irene, or may be destined (or formally was before she showed up at Phoenix drop) to be a powerful Irene priestess or scholar. However she also believes it may mean Aphmau has the heart of irene- the metaphorical heart, as in she is bound to live a similar, though not as important, life Irene did in helping people and trying to bring peace, as Irene had become synonymous with peace and aid by this point in time, so the forming of her symbol as a cutie mark didn't seem impossible in the grand scheme of things to Emmalyn. However, Emmalyn was jealous of the fact Aphmau had the Irene symbol on her, as someone who knew, or could not remember, nothing about Irene.

In saying that, a pony had not been seen before with the symbol of a god or divine warriors before.

Aphmau probably gets her wings when she has her first Irene transformation thing, or maybe when she GOES to the Irene dimension.. idk I have to rewatch mcd when I have time but I'll get back to the rest of it all.

obviously yk horns and wings or none at all, ponies have em or they don't and they DO vary depending on type of horse! Yk, like meifwa, werewolf, etc etc witches and warlocks yk yk, shadow knights, elves I could go on but I also can't BC idk what else there is.

generally meifwa have thicker horns but they're a bit shorter and curve kind of like a cat's claw does, but upwards, and are very sharp! They're also very powerful generally, and horn embellishments are a large part of their culture for the everyday pony. Some meifwa don't have horns, some have wings or are just earth ponies, but as a culture and type of pony their wings are generally much better for gliding and softening falls, very much like a cat being able to take falls very well, but they aren't very powerful for everything else (though they can still fly obvi) They can glide fast as their wings are very thin so they are very aerodynamic and cut through the air easily.

In general, meifwa have thinner limbs and bodies for agility, and their manes and tails are generally very slick and thin, and braids are considered an art and sign of status depending on the amount.

Mostly very colourful but in duller shades of said colours, thought dye to make it brighter is common, especially among young and/or very powerful ponies.

Their ears are also much sharper and point much more forward, though do not have much fur on them compared to other pony species/idfk what to call it.

Many different unique coats and coat markings can be found within them, and different coats are associated with different families and classes.

Their snouts are also shorter.

I WILL WORK ON WEREWOLVES AND WITCHES L A T E R

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[devilsrecreation]

i need to hear more about tamka and pua and their father-son (? correct me if im wrong) bond.. /no pressure

CROC FATHER/SON HEADCANONS LET’S GOOOOOO

I talked a little bit about them in my Tamka hc post but here are some more!

- Nobody in the Pridelands have any idea how Pua and Tamka are related. They’re either really confused or straight up don’t believe it. Pua’s a humble, smart, wise leader who puts up a good fight and Tamka…is, well, the opposite: a cocky dumbass who goes down the minute you hit the top of his head 😭

- Pua loved Tamka as soon as he hatched from his egg. It was impossible for him not to. He was so innocent and full of spirit, just like his mother. And he reminds his son of that every chance he gets

- Tamka’s silliness was both funny and annoying. Pua would always laugh when Tamka tried to climb on his snout but his habit of trying to spar with/death roll his father’s tail wasn’t as much fun

- As mentioned before, it was Pua who first discovered that rubbing his son’s tummy made him fall asleep (a nod to Tamka’s “sure, I mean, it works on me!” comment in “The Zebra Mastermind”). Baby Tamka was being fussy and Pua was feeling frustrated since everything he tried failed to work, not to mention this wasn’t setting the best example to his float. So Kuimba suggested he tickle their son’s tummy with his tail and when he tried it—boom. It worked

- Tamka still remembers the lullabies Pua would sing to him and the other hatchlings, especially the ones at him. He loves them so much he sings them when he has hatchlings of his own

- Tamka used to sleep right next to his mother, but when she died, he started sleeping next to Pua. Up until his dad’s exile, Tamka would always be found snoozing away anywhere near him. Tamka still misses those days

- When Tamka was a kid, he would sometimes overhear Pua weeping late at night (the times when his closest friends died, to be exact). He cried the hardest when Kuimba and Piga died. Tamka usually isn’t very good at reading other animals but he could absolutely tell his father was pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. But he always assumed his father knew best so he didn’t question it much

- Their reconciliation since the incident in the Dry Season was a somewhat slow process. At first, they were both upset/disappointed for different reasons: Pua because he couldn’t believe Tamka went through with something so stupid and Tamka because Pua always seemed to dismiss him and love the other hatchlings more than his own son due to having to raise them all (not true at all but it certainly looked like it). Pua was heartbroken after Tamka pushed him away, but decided to give him some time and space. Tamka eventually starts to miss talking to his father and finally decides to talk it out with him. It was a very long and emotional talk that ended with the both of them hugging, along with apologies on both ends. Pua teared up, Tamka was bawling his eyes out

- Despite taking more after his mother, Tamka DOES inherit Pua’s confidence, darker colors, and determination. Not to mention he sometimes has that same gentle smile Pua has.

Seriously, same energy

- Pua gives his son even more examples why they’re more similar than he thinks, such as the fact they were both banished from the float and how they both meet/mate with beautiful females that are 10x out of their league

- Speaking of females, Tamka once went to him for advice about how to court Erevu. Best he could do is tell him to keep doing what he’s doing cuz he must be doing something right if she likes him back. He loves her btw, thinks she’s perfect for his son

- While Pua has no idea how he managed to win Kuimba’s heart, he does remember how they met and how he fell in love. It’s Tamka’s favorite story

- While they have reconciled, they still have misunderstandings every now and then. The first time Tamka saw Pua hanging out with Kongwe, he thought they were a couple. He goes through a whole process where he thinks his dad was trying to replace his mom, tries to make himself a third wheel, but then comes to accept the relationship if it makes him happy. Pua had to explain to him how it was purely platonic (lmao oh Tamka)

Pua was everyone’s dad figure but most importantly, he was Tamka’s

[mathoinyanarts]

Houseki no Kuni Sunday 2

Previous HNK Sunday |

MAJOR spoilers for episode 5-8 of Houseki no Kuni

So this time around I went ahead and made notes for each episode that I watched.

I am loving this season so much tbh, though a mutual keeps telling me that that its gonna get divisive way later. Honestly can't wait then

Episode 5

-Phos be needing a lot of help, like oof These people out here needing to fucking scrape them out of a shell, and now they gotta search a whole continent and ocean for them

-youz really a bitch for all of this Ventricosus And right as I was typing this she got her arm blown off, breh

-What did those Lunarians think they were going to do with their little pointy fire sticks on a giant ass snail monster??? I like the tendency of goons to just be stupid in most media lol

-Come on Cinnabar, they just came to you literally missing half off their body:(

(Story in 3 parts) -At least Kongo cares enough that even though Phos is practically useless, they still send out a team to find them. -Ok, I spoke too soon. He ready to kill a bitch -NOOOOOOO KONGO, DON’T TAKE THEM ENCYCLOPEDIA

-They is Ship of Theseusing this Gem, WTH -Poor Jade:( All of Phos's memories of them used to be stored neatly in their left ankle😔

-Them got zebra legs now lol

-FAST AS FUCC BOOOIIII

Other notes: So I was thinking more about Phos getting Ship of Theseus'd. This could be such a good message for, like, how much of yourself are you willing to get rid of just to fit in? To where you're nothing like who you originally were

Episode 6

-They still Nyoomin

-Yellow Diamond having their “What am I fighting for” crisis

-Lol, can’t believe they did Phos like that lol. Phos: “I like you, Sensei:)” Everyone else: D: Yellow Diamond:

-Oh no, they said Kongo’s trigger word: Humans

-Amethyst be like: Come play with us(:

-OMG, I love the Amethysts so much!

-.... (( <- reaction of somebody who always speaks too soon))

Other notes: Fr, Bort had every right to be mad en mi opinión

Episode 7

-Ok, phew, I’m so glad the Amethysts are ok

-They is hibernate

-They is dressed for the occasion

((Side note that I like this manga panel of the scene better))

((Bort does NOT have the patience for this shit))

-Ok, this is just so cozy of an episode

-Antarcticite getting a hug from sensei. My heart🥺

-OMG, Phos trudging through the snow is just me I relate to them more than I like to admit

-I feel there’s something more ominous about the Ice Screech

-Phos: “Have we tried reasoning with the Ice?”

-”The Ice speaks to me and tells me to do terrible things”

-Phos try to keep your limbs challenge, literally impossible

Other notes: Building off of what I mentioned earlier

Episode 8

-The Ice their greatest opp in this episode.

-I don’t think Kongo’s poor gem heart can take much more of this. Bro, just showed up with two entire arms missing. Imagine every time you let your kid out of your sight, they just show up with their skull bashed in

-Kongo comforting Antarcticite is what I needed today

-Giiirl, you are glittering No, like girl, the gold is taking over your body

-Phos: “Well I’m glad you’re alrigh-” Antarcticite: 🫠

-OH SHIT ANTARCTICITE IS STILL LOCKED IN🤫🧏‍♂️

-😭

((Side note, this would go so hard as a tattoo))

-Goddamn, didn't know this story was written by Gege. Fucking getting me attached to a character just to yank them away from me so soon😡

Ong tho, even though I'm so pissed at the anime for doing me like this, I'm still having such a fun time watching. Can't wait for the next HNK Sunday, and get ready for me to be obnoxious about a few Gem OCs I'm cooking