#Henrietta Bud

[artparks-sculpture]

A sculpture titled 'Mother Baby and Child (Modern Abstract Wire statue)' by sculptor Henrietta Bud. In a medium of Steel.

[arcadekitten]

Which Sports do your ocs play?

Or they Don't like sport?

Hmm, I haven't really thought about it! Though there are some characters who ARE sports stars...

Henrietta and Cupid are both really big on wrestling, for example!

Kira likes rollerskating and roller-derby!!

[starsfic]

Mickey and Co.: Under New Management

I decided to finally write out a summary of this idea after reading @urlocalllama's love Oswald with a heart fic!

The Disney company is in trouble. After a series of horrific box office failures, culminating in The Light Princess, the company has begun to sink. Several executives jump ship. Those who don't decide to try and find a scapegoat. Through a series of misunderstandings, lack of care, and karma, the new CEO ends up being an ordinary office worker, Henrietta Caselotti.

Henrietta, however, is determined to return the company to its former glory and even give it a heart. Her daughters, Flora and Lena, share in her determination. Recently adopted Abby joins the hype, even when Henri's plans include moving into the Disneyland park itself and reaching out to the neglected toon cast of Disney, led by the Big Four: Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Minnie Mouse, and Snow White.

But it's an uphill battle for the Caselotti family and the toons, including meddling executives, decades-old feud, depression and neglect, and a budding mystery. Thankfully, there's enough heart to go around.

Original Characters descripton coming soon.

[diskaywrites]

Whumptober 2024

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 #𝟖: 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐱 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 (𝐨𝐜) ((𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂)) 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟: 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲, 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧

.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽

Noah Angle could make out the outline of one of his children standing at the foot of his bed, the door open behind him letting in the light from the hallway. For a moment, as his eyes tried to adjust to just waking up, the light almost seemed blue. That was impossible, though, and Noah's blue eyes adjusted to reveal his son Everett standing there in his Scooby-Doo pajamas. "Dad? I...I had a nightmare..."

Noah rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palm, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to stand. It was the life of a parent, taking care of his children no matter the time of night. He put a comforting hand on Everett's shoulder as the duo crossed down the brown carpeted hallway back to his son's room. It was remarkable how much his eleven-year-old was like him. The Impact Wrestling audience had been the first to see it, Everett and Noah standing side-by-side in some of the most pivotal moments of Noah's career. To the elder Angle, however, it was never more obvious than when Noah looked at his son's room. He remembered having the same wood framed bed, the same posters for the Steelers of the Flyers on his walls. Action figures and Legos sat on the shelves, including one that Noah didn't recognize.

As Everett got comfortable back in bed, Noah crossed to the bedside nightstand, picking up the small gray rabbit figure that sat there. "This is neat, bud. Where'd you get it?"

Everett pulled his gray blanket on his bed up to his chin, eyes full of fear, "𝐇𝐞 left it here."

Panic entered Noah's eyes as he knelt to one knee next to the bed, "Everett...what was the nightmare about?"

His son sniffled, curled up under the blanket. The fear in his eyes was palpable and with each passing moment, Noah felt his blood run colder and colder. "Th...there was a rabbit, but it wasn't like a normal rabbit. It...it looked like Henrietta and Daniel."

A puppet. Henrietta and Daniel were two of the puppets in Everett's favorite show from his younger years, Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. Whatever fear had been in Noah's heart was replaced with a burning hot rage. How 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 that thing bring his funhouse puppets to antagonize his son? Everett had already faced fear when Moose had attacked Noah while Everett was in the ring, but this was even worse. This thing was coming for his son. "Did he hurt you?"

Everett shook his head, "He...he told me jokes. He made me laugh. But...but he wanted me to let you know that 𝐡𝐞 was gonna come here. The rabbit said someone was gonna come here for you."

Noah wrapped his fist around the small rabbit figurine with one hand, taking Everett's hand in his other. He could feel the way his son's hand trembled, "Everett. Have I ever let anyone hurt you or Daisy before?"

Everett shook his head as he squeezed his dads hand, "No. No never!"

"And I'm never going to," Noah promised, tucking Everett in before pressing a kiss to the top of his son's head before he stood, "I love you, bud."

"Can...can you leave the light on, dad?" Everett asked as Noah reached the door to the room. Noah left the door cracked, heading back down the lit hallway to his own room. He briefly considered closing his own bedroom door, but as his thumb ran over the rabbit figurine, he decided to leave it open. What harm was one night with the lights on?

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

"Did you do all this by yourself?" with Geralt and Yen 😍

Yen glanced around the estate with absolute awe in her eyes.

She'd been gone for the last two months, attending to Anna Henrietta, who had just recently given birth. She didn't know what to expect when she returned to Corvo Bianco, but it certainly hadn't been this.

There was a new garden plot that hadn't been there before, tucked against the left side of the main estate. Plants were just beginning to break free from the soil, their tiny green leaves stretching towards the sun.

Her greenhouse was bigger than it had been when she left, and she took a detour to walk through the building, admiring the new flowers that were budding on thick vines that clung to the lattice. She gently touched a delicate bud, her fingers ghosting over the velveteen texture as a smile tugged at her lips.

Stepping out into the back garden, to the bench beneath the tree, she saw that it had been changed.

An awning now stood over her chaise, the wood thick and sturdy and properly anchored to the ground, preventing it from tipping over in a strong storm. She could also feel the magic imbued within it, a spell meant to keep anything beneath it nice and dry, with a cooling charm that activates on particularly warm days. Whoever had imbued it was certainly a wonder at their craft, and Yen couldn't wait to study the magic further once she'd properly settled back in.

She made her way back to the main house, stepping into a scene straight out of one of her "shitty, two crown" romance novels. The table was set, a banner hung from the rafters to welcome her home, and steam rose from behind the bath divider, indicating a warm dip to ease the tension in her muscles. As she stared at the wonderful scene before her, the bedroom door opened, and Geralt stepped out in a tunic and trousers, his hair neatly trimmed, his beard perfectly shaped, and a smile on his lips as his eyes caught hers.

He approached her, his smile broadening before he pulled her into his arms, tucking her head beneath his chin, his embrace warm and secure as he held her close to his chest. She could hear the steady drum of his heart beneath the fabric of his tunic, and she finally felt her body relax, melting into his as he held her.

"Welcome home, Yen... Gods, I've missed you." He breathed, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, his nose pressed into her hair, inhaling her perfume.

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her hands cupping his face, thumbs brushing over the skin of his cheeks. With a nod of her head towards the interior, a smile tugging at her lips, she couldn't help but ask, "Did you do all this by yourself?"

"I wish I could say I could take all the credit, but no, not all of it. A good portion of it, though." He replied with a chuckle, his hands resting on her hips, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "BB and Marlene helped. But I can at least take credit for the idea of setting this place up right to welcome you home properly."

She laughed at that, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, long and deep, before pulling away and making her way towards the waiting bath. At the divider, she turned to look at him over her shoulder, a mischievous smirk pulling at her lips.

"Join me for a bath, dearest?"

Geralt didn't need to be asked twice.

[lamarckianenterprises]

Magitech Mechs and Vengeance (Dream)

Henrietta Head of HЯ — 12/05/2022 2:40 AM

Had a fun dream about magitek mechs and vengeance, or well, I say mechs but tbh they were more like vehicles that transform into mechs.

The core conceit is that I was playing a third person shooter or bullet hell video game where the gimmick is that my character can only hold so many 'memories' gained from shooting down and defeating enemies before I need to 'sleep', regaining hit points and activating in combat buffs apparently but only once per mission

It was one of those classic isekai things where the magitek entered the world, allowing megalomaniacal people to act out their villainous plots to alter the shape and nature of the world around them under the belief that their strong powers grant them some measure of divine purpose that justifies their actions.

I was supposedly a regular guy until some shit happened to kill me and an unrequited crush, and instead of hoping that I'd go to heaven with her or some shit my own regrets dragged me down into instead wishing that if I was given another chance at living, I would get my vengeance, and never let anything hold me back anymore.

But instead I woke up, and instead of being a baby or whatever the clock had wound back, I was the woman I had a crush on, nothing had happened yet, but I was still determined to use my second chance to get my vengeance, and enjoy life as it came. Developing my budding powers, creating a network of contacts that tipped me off to the various cells of the organization trying to take over the nation state of Java for me to dismantle, and awkwardly realizing that I exist in this timeline too and trying not to interact with him too much even if he kept showing up.

Slowly but surely becoming the very kind of powerful but unfettered 'divinely ordained' monster I used to hate, getting a sweet makeover, and watching this neat super sentai series about a group of three who each aspired to be just as good as the big three DC superheroes of old only to realize that they're wrapped up in a plot involving alternate realities where they do exist.

Until it was finally time, I had driven the organization to a corner, (I never really bothered to learn its real name and referred to it exclusively as 'that organization' or 'my enemy' apparently) and was about to crush their latest or potentially last base in my magnum opus, a massive and sleek hover tank of sorts armed to the teeth with an array of missiles, lasers, cannons, lasers, and lasers, and it all made me wonder why I was still doing this to begin with, and what comes next really. 

Pure vengeance is nice and all but what? Do I just die after this? Do I keep going until something kills me? Do I dedicate my whole life to mopping up the mess this organization left behind and stopping others like them? All of this sprang to mind, unlike the morality of essentially driving up to a hotel, blaring out a short warning, and then immediately blowing it up for the umpteenth time, the only thing stopping me from immediately doing so this time around being the sight of my old self inside, surprising me enough to make me declare that they will have a grand total of 30 seconds to evacuate before I tear the building and everything below it apart. Instead the other residents took the time to fire back and summon a great slime, which I cursed only because I exclusively wielded fire, heat and impact based weaponry this time around, forcing me to only blow up the building itself as I kited around the most disappointing enemy so far, doing next to no damage as I slowly tore it apart into little chunks to evaporate, before I finally did something risky and hot swapped one of my lasers or something to make it a cold laser capable of freezing it, and allowing me to smash it apart.

My victory being short lived however, as I went to sleep, and woke up to find myself facing off against a mechanical black dragon once more, finding the rider of the recurring foe (that was inexplicably capable of cutting itself in half to have the tail and lower body move and fly independently of the front) to be none other than.... My old self. This shocked me a fair bit, as I realized that in my ceaseless pursuit of vengeance I had in fact, lost the reason why I embarked on it in the first place, I had never grown close to myself, and I had lived well past my supposed day of death.

Backing me into a corner as I took one withering blow after another... Until I had a vision, of all of the people I met and connected with, and of the future, or at least a potential one. It wasn't of me happy and married or queen of the world or whatever, it was a clip from the ending of the show I've been watching throughout this game, that I've consistently noted as having strong homoerotic tension between the various supermen and batmen, and in it just before the final battle, the superman wannabe (male) leaned in to kiss the cheek of the batman wannabe  (male) who was driving, causing the usually stone faced and stoike man blushing a little, and asking what that was supposed to be.

The sight, above all else made me realize that there was more tying me to this world than simple revenge, more to see, more people to meet, more that can be worth fighting for. The realization causing my magnum opus to warp and reshape itself around me as I charged forward to meet the black knight riding astride his mechanical steed, and then I fucking woke up before I got an actual ending.

[ulkaralakbarova]

Based on the famous book by Jules Verne the movie follows Phileas Fogg on his journey around the world. Which has to be completed within 80 days, a very short period for those days. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Phileas Fogg: David Niven Passepartout: Cantinflas Whist Partner: Finlay Currie Ralph: Robert Morley Monsieur Gasse: Charles Boyer Mr. Fix: Robert Newton Achmed Abdullah: Gilbert Roland Saloon Hostess: Marlene Dietrich Saloon Pianist: Frank Sinatra Train Conductor: Buster Keaton Proctor Stamp: John Carradine Steward: Peter Lorre Saloon Bouncer: George Raft Colonel: Tim McCoy Stationmaster: Joe E. Brown Princess Aouda: Shirley MacLaine Mr. Talley: Melville Cooper Police Chief: Reginald Denny Railway Official: Ronald Colman Denis Fallentin: Trevor Howard Hinshaw: Harcourt Williams Tourist: Martine Carol Francis Cromarty: Cedric Hardwicke Roland Hesketh-Baggott: Noël Coward Foster: John Gielgud French Coachman: Fernandel Paris Tart: Evelyn Keyes Flamenco Dancer: José Greco Abdullah’s Henchman: Cesar Romero British Consul: Alan Mowbray Steamship Company Clerk: Charles Coburn Drunk in Barbary Coast Saloon: Red Skelton SS Henrietta First Mate: Andy Devine SS Henrietta Engineer: Edmund Lowe SS Henrietta Helmsman: Victor McLaglen London Carriage Driver: John Mills Sporting Lady’s Companion: Glynis Johns Sporting Lady: Hermione Gingold Prologue Narrator: Edward R. Murrow Drunk in Hong Kong Dive: Mike Mazurki Reform Club Member: Ronald Squire Reform Club Member: Basil Sydney Bullfighter: Luis Miguel Dominguín Elephant Driver-Guide: Robert Cabal SS Henrietta Captain: Jack Oakie London Revivalist Group Leader: Beatrice Lillie Club Member: A.E. Matthews Club Member: Walter Fitzgerald Club Steward: Ronald Adam Clergyman: Frank Royde Extra (uncredited): Abdullah Abbas Extra (uncredited): Jesse Adams Extra (uncredited): Fred Aldrich Extra (uncredited): Ray Armstrong Extra (uncredited): Gertrude Astor Extra (uncredited): Walter Bacon Extra (uncredited): Rama Bai Extra (uncredited): Leah Baird Extra (uncredited): Brandon Beach Extra (uncredited): Eugene Beday Extra (uncredited): Helena Benda Extra (uncredited): Audrey Betz Extra (uncredited): George Blagoi Extra (uncredited): Eumenio Blanco Extra (uncredited): Nina Borget Extra (uncredited): Danny Borzage Extra (uncredited): Hazel Boyne Extra (uncredited): George Bruggeman Extra (uncredited): Bob Burrows Extra (uncredited): Paul Busch Extra (uncredited): Gordon Carveth Extra (uncredited): Spencer Chan Extra (uncredited): Jack Chefe Extra (uncredited): Sing Chen Extra (uncredited): Dick Cherney Extra (uncredited): Bud Cokes Extra (uncredited): Louise Colombet Extra (uncredited): Bill Couch Extra (uncredited): Paul Cristo Extra (uncredited): Roy Damron Extra (uncredited): Eddie Das Extra (uncredited): John Davidson Extra (uncredited): Jack Davies Extra (uncredited): Jack Davis Extra (uncredited): Anna De Linsky Extra (uncredited): Gloria Dea Extra (uncredited): John Deauville Extra (uncredited): Harry Denny Extra (uncredited): James Dime Extra (uncredited): Joe Dougherty Extra (uncredited): Dan Dowling Extra (uncredited): Harry Duff Extra (uncredited): Arthur Dulac Extra (uncredited): Charles Dunbar Extra (uncredited): Renald Dupont Extra (uncredited): Larry Duran Extra (uncredited): Minta Durfee Extra (uncredited): Jack Ellis Extra (uncredited): Richard Elmore Extra (uncredited): Frank Erickson Extra (uncredited): Bob Evans Extra (uncredited): Harry Evans Extra (uncredited): Franklyn Farnum Extra (uncredited): Art Felix Extra (uncredited): Grace Field Extra (uncredited): Sam Finn Extra (uncredited): Bess Flowers (uncredited): Frances Fong Extra (uncredited): Otto Forrest Extra (uncredited): Helen Foster Extra (uncredited): Jesús Franco Extra (uncredited): Ben Frommer Extra (uncredited): Curt Furburg Extra (uncredited): Joe Garcio Extra (uncredited): Joe Gilbert Extra (uncredited): Mary Gleason Extra (uncredited): June Glory Extra (uncredited): Albert Godderis Extra (uncredited): James Gonzalez Extra (uncredited): Carmelita González Extra (uncredited): Dick Gordon E...

[violettesiren]

She trips across the meadows, The weird, capricious elf! The buds unfold their perfumed cups For love of her sweet self; And silver throated birds begin to tune their lyres, While wind-harps lend their strains to Nature's magic choirs.

April by Henrietta Cordelia Ray 

[vitriolicbiblioclast]

When she took the jacket, Michael let his arm fall behind her on the back of the bench comfortably. He kept his eyes on her as she talked, putting the cigarette to his lips every so often to inhale. Nicotine always calmed his nerves, and he was feeling a strange amount of them the more she said about stupidity. He wanted to laugh at her question, but that was stupid, but he decided to be a bit nicer tonight.

For her benefit, or because he just couldn't, was the real question.

Michael followed her in getting rid of his own cigarette, the now extinguished smoke traveling from the disregarded bud looking strangely artistic with the sunset. He didn't answer at first, trying to form his words. He had to approach this cautiously. Michael was never one to hide his attraction to someone once he had realized it, but Katie was different. If he came on too strong, or just made it seem like he was only interested in one thing from her, he might run her off. And that thought hurt him worse than a rejection. He can live with rejection, but he doesn't think he'd be able to live without Katie at least being his friend.

"No." He finally decided, a shake of his head causing his curls to flop from one side of his face to the other. "I get it. I feel the same way. And I'm not stupid."

He didn't want to look at her, didn't want to lose his nerve before he finished talking. "Listen," he licked his lips, voice low. Like he was afraid someone would over hear them. "I think you're... I mean, we like the same music, and you piss me off but you let me piss you off right back. I don't think I've laughed that much in one day since... ever, really." He thought back to the dinner they had in Denver, the smallest smile forming on his lips. "Normally, this is where any other guy would say that you're great, or beautiful, or whatever. But I'm just not one of those guys. I don't want to give you one worded compliments, it just doesn't feel like I'm saying enough. So, shut up while I try to explain it."

He uncrossed his ankles just to switch which foot was supporting the over, fidgeting with one of the rings on the hand that wasn't behind Katie with his thumb. "I never expect to, but I always have a nice time when I'm with you. I just feel so relaxed. Like I could listen to you talk for hours. And it's not even like I try to, or you try to, it's just... natural. Easy. I mean, for fuck's sake, I want you to come to Korea with me next year because I think it'd be more fun with you there. And I don't ever want to bring anyone with me besides Firkle, Pete, or Henrietta. I kind of feel like shit for not knowing you sooner, but at the same time I feel like we've known each other forever with how well we clicked. The teasing or rumors or whatever about us didn't even get to me. They were annoying as fuck, but... I guess, somehow, I knew that they weren't completely untrue."

He paused, pondering his next words. He risked a glance at Katie out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the pond immediately after. He didn't even get a good look at her, but it was enough to know she was still listening. "Somewhere down the line, my feelings for you changed into something beyond platonic. But it wasn't until Denver that I realized it. I just thought, if I could have more days with you like that, I'd be... happy, I guess. I've been hiding for the last couple of days because of the embarrassment of what happened, but also because I didn't understand what happened to me. But, I do now. And I didn't want to hide it from you. So... do what you want with that information. If you don't feel the same, then I'd rather stay your friend then anything else."

The Effect you Have on Me. || Katie & Michael || 05.31.24

Katie tried not to make a habit out of worrying about other people. That just wasn't something she did. She survived purely on self-preservation, spite, and nicotine, but the pit in her stomach that hadn't disappeared since that night in Denver said otherwise.

She was worried about Michael.

She didn't know who that man was to him, but he obviously was 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 to him.

It was dark when Katie and Michael had exited the ramen shop. They'd spent more time than they realized laughing and talking about all sorts of things as they shared a meal. The walk back to her car was supposed to have been uneventful, but when that man stepped out from the shadows and Michael stopped in his tracks, Katie had no idea what was going to happen. She hadn't stopped to think when that man had forcefully grabbed Michael, spewing those vile and provocative words while he flinched back in fear. She'd just reacted, throwing herself between them and using her momentum to knock the stranger over. From there, it had been a blur. Her vision was red with anger, and by the time she came back to, her knife was bloody in her fist, and the man was slumped over on the pavement. She hadn't waited to see if he was breathing. She grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him into as much of a sprint as they could manage back to her car. The ride to South Park was spent in silence, and Michael got out of the car at his house without as much as a goodbye.

That was four days ago, and it had been radio silence until she'd finally reached out. Katie wasn't even sure if Michael would want to see her again after her violent outburst, but his response to her text was a weight off her shoulders. He'd asked her to meet at her spot at the pond. Their spot.

Scrambling off her bed, she sprinted to her closet and pawed through her clothes to attempt to find something to wear. She would never admit to him how much she cared about what she looked like around him, but she wanted to look nice. Anything to get the image of her blood-soaked shirt out of his head. Katie finally settled on a simple black long sleeve shirt and leggings; something that said she didn't care what she looked like, while still flattering her figure. She ran a quick brush through her platinum hair, careful not to snag the silver jewelry that glittered in the many holes in her ears.

With one last look in the mirror, she turned on her heel and stopped at the door of her apartment to slip on her platform converse. If she wore her signature Demonias she'd surely break an ankle on the trek out to the pond. The drive to the pond was a short one, so Katie hadn't even bothered to turn the radio on. The only music to pass the time was the pounding of her heart. She wasn't sure what he'd say when she got there. Maybe he didn't want to see her again, and it was just easier to tell her in person. She hoped to Hell that that wasn't the case.

Katie tried not to make a habit out of worrying about other people. That didn't mean it didn't happen.

She slammed the door to her car a little harder than she tried to, the sound echoing across the nearly empty lot. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and silently hoped this went well, before setting off to her spot. Michael had beaten her there. He was sitting on the bench, his back to her.

She cleared her throat as she came up to the bench and sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder. "Hi." Her voice wavered a little when she spoke from disuse.

@vitriolicbiblioclast

[artparks-sculpture]

A sculpture titled 'Man`s Best Friend the Labrador (Steel Dog statue)' by sculptor Henrietta Bud. In a medium of steel.

[hellospunkiebrewster]

Honestly what is the plan here? Annoy MC into giving up Edgewater and telling everyone that she’s a revolutionary who plans to assassinate the royal family? Like if Richards and all the Book one BS didn’t break her, why would messing up some garden tents and tea sandwiches?

[geekynichelle]

I finally caught up with Grace and Frankie, and as much as I enjoy the show it definitely had a ‘there aren’t enough black people/poc’ behind the scenes moment, because if I was Bud I’d be waaaaay more pissed at my white wife and white dad for taking my DNA without my knowledge and sending it off to be tested. Super yikes with that one. 

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

All your Log Horizon platonic f/os for 9, 17, and 20? (noctsqueen)

What’s their dynamic with your romantic f/o, if it applies?

Marielle - Shiroe and Marielle are good friends! I think in the manga he sometimes addresses her as big sis which is aDORABLE!!

Naotsugu - They’re buds for sure, really good friends. They’re total dorks, omg. Ask @self-shipping-angel because we deal with these nerds on a daily basis XD

Henrietta - They’re dynamic is friendly as well, but more like with me it’s kinda a bigger dynamic. Not fully like a mother like she is with me, but somewhat I guess.

How do they act when someone insults you?

Marielle - She goes on full big sister mode. She mainly tries to get me out of the situation, while yelling about how it was rude and they should apologize. But she really doesn’t want to start shit so she just tries to get me away from whoever is doing it and bothering us.

Naotsugu - already answered heh

Henrietta - Like Marielle, only she’ll get extremely annoyed. Spat a comment about how unnecessarily rude it was. But you better believe she’s telling one of the guys nearby and smartly making sure the person gets what they deserve depending on how severe it was XD

(all my friends are protective what can i say lololol)

What kind of advice do they give you?

Usually, Marielle tells me not to stress, while Naotsugu is giving me advice on my relationship (-.-), and with that comes guys… in general… and shiroe… like I need advice for my fucking husband… staying true to myself, one time he tried to give me advice on how to eat more fucking food bc we were in a contest, god it was a lot XD

Henrietta’s advice is a lot more wholesome. She usually advises me on things like general life advice, keeping my emotions under control when they’re really hard to deal with, staying calm in high pressure situations, believe in myself and my abilities, believing in others and trusting them, just a lot of wholesome advice that’s why I love my momther TT___TT

[phoenixyfriend]

Aside from the obvious angst implications, the Sky-Widow Clones AU also offers up a new batch of potential Off Duty Clone Shenanigans, this time with bonus little sisters all running off the same core values and logic of Anakin “I’ll try spinning, that’s a good trick” Skywalker. No amount of mental conditioning is gonna erase that part of them completely, though the chips probably eventually will.

IDK how much of this you've seen of the AU but there's quite a bit of shenanigans:

- Context: Skysisters AU - List of Aniclones with attributes - Shipping and the Beginning of the End - The Adventures of Jinn and Kebi (and Korkie) - bulletpoint thoughts - (chrono)

But here's a few more ideas:

A lot of the first gen clones (the CCs, Rex, etc.) are more protective than actually engaging in the shenanigans, because the younger field Aniclones (not the CG Aniclones) hit the "Oh no, padawans, must protect," buttons.

However! Shinies that join once the girls have hit their stride, and the Shiny Fetts are in the same age grouping as the active Aniclones? They absolutely have a blast.

212th shinies know that Addie's always trying to be more like Obi-Wan and Cody, and so I like the idea that some of them do Study Games with her, which isn't quite the shenanigans you're suggesting, I think, but I'm a fan.

A lot of the Aniclones are the kind of Jedi kid that like to use time off to do acrobatic tricks for the heck of it, and so it's not uncommon to see a drags the clones into doing cupies and double cartwheels with her.

Jinn and Kebi are raising hell and they dragged Korkie, and eventually some deserter clones, into it with them.

Tilly (Pest) shows up to the Corrie barracks with Fun Drinks of the sugary kind, and baked goods, on the regular. Most clones don't like booze but they do like sugar rushes, and this leads to its own kind of chaos.

Despite being a mother Hen, Henrietta is 100% team "let's build a trebuchet on our off time and see how far you can throw me and Boba with it, I'll catch us with the Force and you can aim for the water, it'll be fine"

Some of Ducky's training includes floating a bunch of rocks for the Shinies to jump from one to the next like this.

The Shinies in Fritz's battalion get magnetized shoes so they can cling to the hull of her ship as she flips them around in circles (they're all wearing jetpacks, Feemor, it's fine!).

Stella and her crew get jealous and do the same thing but better because screw you, Fritz! This is now a competition!

Talas has an entire army of younglings so there's that. - I think this leads to small but intense baking competitions where everyone asks Talas, 99, and Alpha to judge their creations. - They'd ask Master Ti but she's a Togruta and her taste buds don't agree with a human's. 😔

Pixie got a sewing machine, and Siri gives her pocket money for fabric, and Pixie is making this everyone's problem. The clones in their legion sport handmade accessories that are slowly getting more complex as she gets better at this. The initial products are very funky.

Lamb, in complement, learned to knit because SHEEP.

Lyra has a SpaceTube channel and the more musically-inclined clones in her legion are in on it.

Rocker finds out about Space Roller Derby and set up some games of it with the Fett clones in her legion

Digit has an inexplicable rivalry with Cad Bane over something. Nobody can figure out what it's about but it sure is happening.

For some reason... I feel like Nightshade has insomnia and an unexpected result of this is that she got into aerial silks as a hobby and the late shift Fetts like to hang around and try it out when she's figuring it out.

BAUL likes to do pin-up art. Much sketching. The Fett clones high five her over it.

Harpy has the codes to Riyo's office. She has permission to stop by. She does not have to climb the outside wall in her pencil skirt and kitten heels and knock on the window for access. Guess what she does anyway.

Mauve tries so hard to be calm and collected and like her padawan sister but this girl cannot back down from a dare.

I think Teddie has like. A hat collection. This isn't really a shenanigan, I just think she'd like having a variety of novelty hats. Like the ones that have cat ears or the long mitten attachments.

Aimée introduces the Fett clones in her immediate friendship group to underground fight rings.

I think when Ginger has a day off, she dresses up as a Harpy or Belle and wanders around the Senate to confuse people and also collect gossip.

Krayt has pocket sand specifically to throw at Anakin.

Haunter and Slinky cause multiple games of "Bell the Cat" and none of them ever succeed.

I tagged in @willowcrowned for help because she shares this AU and she had some gems:

Robin discovers Jests and Japes from Yoda and proceeds to disseminate this information amongst the skysisters. Unfortunately, Robin doesn’t have a great idea of what pranks actually entail beyond ‘spray paint something that shouldn’t be spray painted’ or ‘bedazzle someone’s robes without their permission,’ which means that every one of the Skysisters then proceeds to do those two things. Multiple Jedi generals wake up with sparkling boots and walls painted a vibrant purple. The CTs helped.

Jinn and Kebi stumble upon a world that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan visited that miraculously doesn’t have a problem with them and proceed to read all the records of their involvement there. This is followed by some soul searching as they decide that maybe this diplomacy thing has some merits. Korkie sighs in relief. Six days later, when he discovers that by “diplomacy” they mean “veiled threats” and “blatant lying” he is less relieved. Unbeknownst to any of them, Jinn and Kebi are carrying on the Jinn and Kenobi legacy perfectly

Belle is widely regarded to be the best-behaved of all the Skysisters because of her poise and grace and affiliation with Amidala. This makes no sense to anyone who actually knows Amidala, because Amidala is crazy. So is Belle, who has a habit of hunting down would-be assassins herself and clapping them in handcuffs before they even realize she’s there. This ends up getting her a bounty on the lower levels, which seems great for the bounty hunters who take it because hey, she’s just a clone. Then they realize hey, she’s a clone, and most of them don’t chance bringing in the wrong one. (One does attempt to get Pest. He does not survive.)

[mychemicalrachel]

Dizzy

CHAPTER 12; No Love In LA

A long time ago, a great grandfather that he never met packed up all of his belongings– a bag of handmade jewelry, a few dirty shirts, and an 11th century Serbian brooch– and immigrated from Sofia to New Jersey. He put down new roots in a budding land, made connections and money, and had a few kids. When Dimo told the story, he didn’t specify that the brooch was stolen, a fact they could never actually prove, but Kavinsky inferred. When he told the story, he also didn’t specify that his grandfather’s connections were mostly the mafia, but Kavinsky inferred that, too.

The Kavinskys lived like Jersey kings or Jersey devils, depending on the way you looked at it, for decades. Generation after generation– until, as the story went, Dimo Kavinsky met the most amazing woman. It was love at first sight. Shooting stars and dizzying cartoon hearts spinning around his head, something ingrained in his body that drew him closer and closer still. Magnets, Dimo said; they were destined to be. She became the center of his world, the only gravity that mattered. He would follow her anywhere.

Dimo never specified that he’d done something to piss off the mafia and had been run out of Jersey, but, that too, Kavinsky inferred. There were tales of how they eloped, how they wound up in Henrietta, Virginia.

Mostly, he liked listening to the pieces of the story detailing the way his mother looked through his father’s eyes.

[terrible-incorrect-south-park]

Y/n: LaCroix tastes like your drink is still buffering.

Firkle: LaCroix tastes like someone is sitting next to you and thinking really hard about a piece of fruit.

Pete: Cola addicts actually think like this. Imagine having taste buds so fried and oversaturated you can't enjoy LaCroix, must be like the food equivalent of being a BDSM freak who can't get off without five dudes and a car battery.

Henrietta: Imagine having such a superiority complex over drinking carbonated water that you compare soda to BDSM.

Michael: Imagine liking a LaCroix.