#but golly gee learning is fun

[feralthembo]

Ok so melee doughty on destreza prime is quite frankly disgusting and if you thought rapiers were cool but thought they didnt have enough kick PLEASE this arcane fixes all that

[penny-anna]

further to that last poll, sometimes i come across Owl House fanfiction where the characters say fuck and no judgement but personally i don't think anyone in the Hexsquad would say fuck & here's my reasoning:

Luz: she is fully capable of swearing if she wanted to but I think a) due to being pretty socially isolated she hasn't picked up the habit from other kids and 2) tbph i think she's just the kind of person who'd rather come out with an earnest 'golly gee whillickers' than say fuck. even post timeskip i think she still opts not to swear just bcos she prefers the vibes

Willow & Gus: as with Luz I doubt they really picked up the habit. they are both also (as of the beginning of their journeys) pretty well-behaved kids. Gus is also 12 years of age. post timeskip i think they would both swear albeit sparingly but during canon, no dice.

Amity: Odalia considers swearing very low-class and has passed this onto her kids. by s3 Amity has realised that this is bullshit but old habits die hard so Fuck just isn't in her vocabulary. she says it all the time post timeskip tho.

Hunter: ok i hear you say, 'Hunter was in a military unit with a bunch of adults, surely he'd have picked up some swear words', to which I say, he explicitly says that he was kept apart from the other scouts so i don't think that's a given. i also don't think Belos would like him swearing (not out of any genuine sense of prudishness, he just doesn't want Hunter to have any fun at all or relax ever) so likely been impressed on him very heavily that he's not supposed to.

Vee: ok Vee is the one I'm in 2 minds about because I can imagine two equally likely scenarios:

Vee learned how to swear at summer camp and does it all the time; she just doesn't do it on screen bcos 1) she doesn't swear in front of Camila and 2) she's pegged the Hexsquad as kids who don't say fuck

Vee learned what swearing is at summer camp but the kids were all told it was strictly forbidden and she's internalised that so as w Amity and Hunter she has to psych herself up big time to say Fuck

anyway that's just my 2 cents :)

[hollow-lime-green]

ive been sitting on my 2sorcs thoughts for so long and i just have to pop in to say….talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping and everything else lady gaga said. was expecting that last chapter to hurt but golly gee did not think the shit would be hitting the fan at such treacherous velocities. amazing work.

a few questions: will we be seeing suguru’s perspective of that clown show of a date in fellas? did he know it was a date? was he picking up what satoru was putting down? why did that go so badly for everyone involved 😭

obsessed w u and ur work. hope you’re doing well!!

💜💜💜💜💜

you are so sweet! this ask made my day :)

when you're gojo satoru, you gotta go all out. shit hit the fan at mach 5. (stay tuned for more under the cut)

we most likely won't see suguru's pov in fellas, but it might be a fun side piece tbh. i may have mentioned this in a different ask, but the whole final chapter (with some diff scenes) was originally written in suguru's pov, so like, the words are there (well i may have deleted them but they're in my mind).

suguru absolutely knew/thought it was a date, he was very much picking up what satoru was putting down, and he was indeed actively flirting and trying his best to boyfriend at any given moment (holding doors, sharing jackets, paying for food, offering to beat a guy up). we know why it went bad - because we are in satoru's head and satoru is IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL. but suguru doesn't know that, so imagine what he thinks... (he's definitely going to blame himself)

i am doing unwell, but somewhat intentionally, so it's fine. i got my first round thesis revisions 2 days ago and have blasted through them. i should be finishing my 90 pages of edits today if all goes well, which is a pretty blazing pace. the good thing is that it's mostly text/formatting/phrasing edits plus some procedural stuff (caption format, etc), and i didn't get very much criticism on my science! yay! that means i did it right! unfortunately now i have to do the word > LaTeX conversion, which I have been avoiding for a reason... (readers call in if you want to vent about LaTeX)

i'm defending on 4/10, which gives me a ton of time (most people here have about a 3 week turnaround from thesis completion to defense, mine will be about 7 weeks - my advisors are extremely hard to pin down and get responses from, so i have to compensate by having my shit extremely together)

once this is over, i can take a deep breath and go full tilt back into fanfic writing, healing my body from this, and learning french 🍁.

p.s. (secret bonus info if you made it through my ramble) if all goes well, i think you're going to get the first chapter of fellas very ahead of schedule. for reasons i think i want to post it before some of the side pieces, i think it'll set up those very well. but it means there will be a big gap between ch 1 and ch 2, so i was like, unsure about that. but i reaaaaally wanna post ch 1 so. :)

[one-hit-boy-wonder]

The batkids like to make fun of Bruce for the way he speaks but done of them make any sense either. Dick will randomly drop a “holy [X]!” Or a “golly gee!” Or use slang he picked up from Clark or the Titans or use a word from a language from the circus because “the English translation just doesn’t /fit/ right. Cass learned to speak from a combination of trashy TV and Shakespeare and her language reflects that. Tim uses 90s skater lingo and also… y’know in movies and tv when a character randomly uses phrase/word a only a specialist would use or compares the situation to some random fact to show they’re a Nerd? Yeah that’s Tim. Jason does the same but with books and 80s action movies. Steph is just always uses the slang of whatever era she’s in and will say yeet whatever major loser and so true bestie in the same sentence. Damian is Damian and Duke’s the only one who talks like a normal human except for sometimes he’ll stop mid-sentence, stare off into the middle distance, and mumble something unintelligible, then go, sorry, powers, ya know how it goes

[ladylingua]

it’s so darkly hilarious when Daine first meets Jon

because she very sweetly is all “Me? You’re interested in little old me? Golly gee willikers, I can’t possibly be of interest to the likes of you!”

meanwhile Jon is just profoundly grateful she likes him and Tortall because he was gonna feel really bad if he had to tell her she’s not allowed to ever leave Tortall under pain of death

because no joke, after seeing Daine’s immense and unparalleled power, imagine her being like “Ok well this was fun, it’s been great meeting you and learning about the inner workings of one branch of your military, but I actually think I’m going to go to Carthak now, or Tyra, or Scanra, or even back to Galla, gonna pack up all my godlike magic power and ability to liaise with animals and sense immortal threats before they appear and go visit one of your rival nations and offer them that power now, anyways thanks for everything bye!!”

please, George’s people would have killed her before she had finished packing a single saddlebag, absolutely no way Daine is allowed to just walk out after what they’ve all seen, no fucking way

Daine all perky and happy and amazed anyone at all finds her interesting, Jon awkwardly chuckling while discretely shooing away his lawyers in the corner who are drafting up terms of imprisonment, Onua and Numair just heaving big sighs of relief their new friend is so happy here and things don’t have to go south

[noemilivv]

WHATS GOOD MIO!!! I am now here with my request 😎 if you need more information about this request feel free to DM me! anyways….

Now, May I request Lucifer Morningstar with a GN!Reader whos a Gyaru(O)? Just to explain the lore of Gyaru, If you know, Gyaru originated in Japan in the 90’s as a rebellion against the stereotypical beauty standard of having pale skin and dark hair, these gyarus — Gals or perhaps, Guys — were very flashy and outgoing, now other people except Japanese people wear Gyaru(o) and they are usually called “Gaijin Gyaru(O)” and it means a gyaru who doesn’t reside in Japan, Gyaru(O) has many sub-styles such as Hime, Agejo, Rokku, Manba/Banba, and much more from this wikipedia.

Thank you so much! I hope this isn’t too much and have fun! =)

WHATS GOOD BRAAAHH !?

this concept is crazy cool haha!! i really tried to do my proper research but if this is considered offensive in anyway shape or form, please tell me and i will either rewrite it or take it down!!

also i’m so sorry this took so long jax haha, i was bit nervous going into this because this is something i’m not that educated about, and i have definitely been procrastinating requests lately lol, so my deepest apologies!!

from what i gathered, gyaru seems to be a japanese clothing/makeup style with a bunch of variety and levels, but if i’m wrong please correct me haha

also the gif is from one of my moots so, little shoutout to her !! haha

Warrnings: Possibily inaccurate representation of Gyaru

Lucifer Morningstar x GN!Gyaru!Reader

Lucifer didn’t really know what ‘Gyaru’ was until he met, or started dating, you!

“Oh, yeah, I’m really into Gyaru.” You said to the blonde at the other side of the table whilst on your first date, you were trying to ask questions to get to know eachother, and you asked what he was interested in, and he said rubber ducks, which hey, everyone’s got a weird thing their into, so you don’t judge.

“Oh my golly, I love that band, we have so much in common, we really need to go see them!! With that one Gearoo guy on the drums who just ba-da-duh-bey!—” Lucifer rambled, even though he was very far off, he was just trying to have common interests, and on that note; he pronounced ‘Gyaru’ so wrong…

“Oh, their not a ba—” You began, before Lucifer let out a ‘Ohh’ before beginning again.

“Gee, that’s my bad, I have a bit of an old man brain, with a daughter at home and all, her and her little friends! Heheh! Sometimes I just go coo-coo-coo! Sorry, wow, I’m just crazy..” Lucifer rambled once more, his voice trailing off at the end, as if he had an epiphany, giving an awkward, and slightly cheery chuckle, slapping his knee softly, before making awkward eye contact with you with a nervous but toothy grin. Yep, you loved him already. He has zero idea how you still gave him a chance after that.

Once Luci actually learns what Gyaru is, he genuinely does find it quite interesting.

He would be tempted to try it out, maybe a makeup look or a fit, but nothing too extreme, he’s still dipping his toes in haha

Also, he’s incredibly supportive, he loves admiring you as you get ready and pick out something to wear or do your makeup or whatever and however you get ready!!

If he has a meeting, he will definitely have you style him a sick looking outfit!!

Overall, he’s very supportive, the fact that your supportive of his odd duck obsession, he loves, so he owes it to ya :)

[booksofstars]

love when people push body positivity then turn around and insult disabled people bc their disability makes them ugly. golly gee im sooo happy right now. i cant even put my own fucking disability in my art because its so widely mocked and played as shorthand for being stupid and ugly. fuck you. i cant even reflect how i actually look in my sonas because im so afraid of being mocked and made fun of.

for any of you willing to fucking learn and try and be better, i have an amblyopia drawing guide (the disability in question). its linked below. im so fucking tired of seeing my own fucking appearance reflected back at me by literally all media and so many fucking people as ugly and stupid.

it makes me want to fucking quit art and leave. im so tired of this shit.

[kindheart525]

Go take that cutie mark and do something useful with it.

These words still stung Mountain Peak even days after he heard them, especially from the mouth of his own mother. Even as his aunties showered him with love and celebrated his new cutie mark—like he wanted—he couldn’t shake the feeling. 

It was all he wanted to do since as long as he could remember: make himself useful.

“Now what can I do for y’all down here?”

He offered eagerly just about as soon as he entered his Auntie Pinkie’s party cave, even before Aunties Marble and Maud had a chance to land on their hooves. 

Pinkie knew practically everypony down to their birthday wishes and favorite foods so it was easy for her to see how desperate her nephew was to help. Something was definitely going on.

“Oh Mounty, you don’t have to do anything for us! This day’s all for you!”

She denied him gently, feeling a little guilty for him.

“Maybe he’d like a tour.” 

Maud suggested, then turned to her nephew.

“I know you’ve always enjoyed learning how things work. There’s a lot that goes into your Auntie’s parties that I think you’d be interested in.” 

“Well butter mah biscuits, I sure would!”

Mounty perked up quite a bit at this offer.

“Ooh! Yes!”

Pinkie practically exploded with joy.

“Marble, you’re near the right filing cabinet! Can you toss me the folder that says ‘Twilight Sparkle’?”

“Mmhm!”

Mounty’s more quiet aunt obliged, shuffling through the files until she came to the right one. Then Pinkie took it from her for her demonstration.

“Thank you!”

The cheerful mare then stretched her arm out comically far, pulling him in so she could explain it to him.

“I keep records on all of my friends so I can throw them the best parties ever! Like this one—‘Twilight Sparkle likes vanilla ice cream, red balloons, dancing...But she's afraid of quesadillas and ladybugs too!’ And there’s a whole lot more!”

She started flipping through more of the papers. 

“Her favorite music to dance to, her favorite books, you name it! I used to just have files for everypony in Ponyville but now I have friends all over, there’s one for King Rutherford somewhere!”

“Golly…”

Mounty was absolutely in awe, he knew his auntie was super attentive but he didn’t know just how much work she put into all her parties.

“An’ all this is for throwing them perfect parties? Gee, there’s so much in here, you really do have somethin’ for everyone!”

“Yep!”

Pinkie beamed.

“And anytime you want in on the fun just give Auntie Pinkie a call and we can make plans together! The fun part is getting creative with it, no two parties for even one creature are the same!”

Mounty suddenly felt a pang of disappointment as he remembered his mother’s attitude, so different from his Auntie Pinkie’s exuberance.

“Gosh, I wish I could get creative up at the rock farm. Mom won’t even let me take any shortcuts, it all has ta be exact with her. Her way or tha highway.”

Pinkie and Maud both shared a knowing glance; they knew this was bound to come up sooner or later. But their normally more soft-spoken sister was the first to speak up.

“Well…that’s how Limestone is most of the time. She cares a lot about the farm, she’s just running it the way she knows how. It’s not anything personal.”

“Well maybe, but…ever since Grandpa passed away—“

He looked around at his aunts to make sure he wasn’t bringing up a touchy subject.

“She’s been goin’ on about how this is what he would want. How she’s followin’ his traditions, how he wouldn’t want us to change things up.”

It was starting to become a sensitive subject to him too, just thinking about the way his mom berated him. He frowned deeply.

“She’s just been meaner than a rooster guardin’ his coop lately! Grandpa wasn’t like that, wasn’t he? He…he couldn’t a’ been! He wasn’t when I knew him!”

“No. He wasn’t.”

Maud stated, matter-of-factly but with a gentle wisdom. Then Pinkie joined in.

“We always had LOADS of fun with Dad! When I threw my first party and got my cutie mark, he was dancing so much his horseshoes came off!”

“That…might be an exaggeration…”

Marble uttered, but Pinkie paid no mind, even if she was right.

“He was also the one who taught us to make our famous rock candy! Hold on, I have some somewhere—“

She dove into a corner and came up with a box of sparkly, sugary crystals.

“Now I make necklaces all the time for all my friends! And so does Maud, using his recipe from Granny Pie!”

Pinkie slipped a few necklaces over her head and started crunching on one of them, and the other ponies in the room couldn’t help but chuckle or crack a smile at her antics.

“Ooh! Ooh! Also! Dad helped Limey and me fix up our mine carts so they’d go faster! We raced them all the time! And sometimes he had time off from farming to watch us, and he always cheered us on!”

“Really?”

Mounty was surprised to hear all of this after what he’d been told about life on the rock farm by his Mom.

“Grandpa did that? And Mom!? She’d never do that now, I can’t even take a darn five minute break nowadays.”

“Mmm…but things are different now.”

Marble once again offered her opposing perspective, trying to defend her eldest sister like she’d always defended her.

“Limestone says there’s more demand now. And she’s also helping out on the apple farm now, isn’t she? There’s less time and fewer ponies doing more work, you can’t blame her for being stressed. And Pa was a hard worker, he taught us all to be.“

“But he was also devoted to his family.”

Maud countered her sister, but she was looking at her nephew as this was mostly for him.

“He never allowed us to work to the point of hurting ourselves. He hardly raised his voice at us, except to warn us of danger.”

“Mmm, true. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him angry at us.”

Marble conceded, which in Mounty’s eyes confirmed what he always knew about his grandpa.

“When we were young, he let us take turns reading the Lunisolar Scrolls.”

Maud continued.

“Always the passages on family and service—and moderation, even in work.”

“And he did all the voices!”

Pinkie chimed in.

“Somewhat, yes. He might not have shown it like…most ponies, but our father—your Grandpa—deeply cared for us. You had to know him really well to see it, but there was always a certain twinkle in his eye.”

The mare cracked a small smile, with a hint of sentimental longing. All of them did, both the mares he raised and the colt who was trying to understand his legacy.

“Our home was always filled with so much love and warmth.”

Marble reminisced.

“It’s…it’s not like that now, is it?”

“No.”

Mounty answered, but this time he felt slightly less terrible knowing he had all this support from his aunts, and knowing that he wasn’t confused about the pony his Grandpa had been.

“But…at least I know it was that way once, an’ it can be that way again.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Labradorite Next: Cement Horseshoes

Background by BonesWolbach

[chimerinshine]

Okay like what i said i promise i make some about the Trios met the King's Leap since it was a very long story i'll just skip some parts

One by One by One...

(Part 3)

After the Pawn yelled, one by one pawns rushed into the trios

Cuphead: *about to finger gun them*

Mugman: Wait Cuphead! Remember what- *avoids the pawn* what the majesty said we can't use finger guns that was the only one rule we can't break on this challenge

Cuphead: Goodly Golly! I forgot about that part woah- *avoids the pawn* But why would he say that i mean how can this be a challenge if we can't use finger guns

Ms.Chalice: *hovering* Parry Challenge!

Cuphead: Wait you mean like we have to - *rushed by a pawn and falls* Ow!

Pawn: Nyahaha! *stick his tongue*

Cuphead: Would ya wait for a sec?! In anyways, you mean like *whispers* Slaps and Dash is needed?

Ms.Chalice: Hmmhmm *nods at the same time*

Cuphead: Easy peasy! All we have to do is a team work

Mugman: Ermmm... *rushed by a pawn falls to side* Ow!

Pawn#4: You don't really take a daily exercise aren't ya? Cause you are too slow. Hahaha!

Mugman: *gets up* Wait til' i get you you little gremlin!

Cuphead: You okay?

Mugman: I'm good. Incoming!

Cuphead: *alerts* Hopya! *rushed to the pawns to parry slap one*

Pawn#6: *gasp and avoids*

Cuphead: Woah! *slams to the floor*

Pawn#6: Hahahahaha! In your face! Literally! Hahahaha!

Cuphead: Urghh- *gets up* I am getting tired of this kids

So far Cuphead and Mugman keep trying their best to Parry Slap all of the Pawns but the Pawns keep avoiding their slaps and dashes. Mugman mostly having a hard time parrying them.

Mugman: Yaa! Oof! Ow!

Cuphead: Eh? Ya ain't good at slappin' and dashin' don'tya?

Mugman: What no!.....alright yes nit get used to it ya know

Cuphead: Not only that they also keep squirming around

Pawn#3: Oi! We are not worms!

Cuphead: Did i say that?

Pawn#3: *about to say something but can't say anything* I- Okay that's it ya done! Chargeee!! *rushed to him*

Cuphead: Oh boy...*jumps and parry slaps him*

Pawn#3: Whop! *slides underneath him*

Cuphead: *falls on his back* Ow!

Pawn#3: Misseedd~~~

Ms.Chalice: *approaches cuphead* Ya guys need a help?

Cuphead: Yes please *eats a cookie* *swap body soul with Ms.Chalice*

Ms.Chalice: Woo! Now it's been a while since i used legs. Ya boys sit there, watch and learn~~

Pawn#2: Wait you are going to be our challenger?

Ms.Chalice: Dang right!

All of the Pawns: *looks each other and blinks* *laughs*

Pawn#4: Whattya gonna do? Hugs and kiss us? Bwahhaha!

Ms.Chalice: I might got your answer, but ya got to try me first

Pawn#7: What a brave girl? Alright then you hear her. Vamos!!!

All of the Pawns: *rushed to her*

Ms. Chalice: *takes a stretch*

Pawn#1: *about to rush*

Ms.Chalice: *does the invisible roll and slap him*

Pawn#1: Ow-*turns into a soul*

All of the remaining Pawns: *Gaspp*

Cuphead: So that's what happens if this folks got slapped

Mugman: If i done that...i feel like a murderer

Ms.Chalice: Was that answer your question?

Pawn#3 Yeah???

Ms.Chalice: Good! Next!

While the Pawns was one by one rushing to Ms. Chalice. Ms.Chalice is having fun slapping and dashing them and the 2 was amazed by her skills. After the Parry Slapping/Dashing all of the Pawns...

Ms.Chalice: Whew! That's a lot of park tour we do there

One of the Pawn's body: *twitching*

Mugman: Golly gee! You sure love Parries

Ms.Chalice: Oho! It's just some exercise

Mugman: Can ya...teach me?

Ms.Chalice: Sure! After we done here

Mugman: Yes!

Cuphead: And victory is ours!

Ms.Chalice: Yipee!

[blimbo-buddy]

Uhm... This 2,514 word long ask is what I'm apologizing for. We're having fun. It's so dandy to be part of the Warriors community. Golly gee, I'm so happy to be here. (vibrating)

Well, I can say that this has convinced me to make a blog for this AU because I refuse to allow canon to exist... and maybe because I've been drawing a TurtleBumble PMV. My art ain't the best, but I am a goober who does not care.

Also, congrats on your graduation!!!

A little fun fact: Bumble asking Turtle Tail about daffodils is a reference to, "Open your eyes. They're more precious than daffodils. I need you to open them.", which is seen in Part 1. I'm also a Flower Nerd™, hence why I immediately went, "I CAN REFERENCE THIS SO HARD."

I'm... going into essay territory, BUT- I beg you to bare with me. Or just ignore my ranting and pop down to Was I Wrong?

TW for trauma, abuse, death, xenophobia, and abandonment.

Spoilers for Dawn of the Clans: Thunder Rising.

I need to just... rant for a second because I had the displeasure of rereading The Sun Trail and Thunder Rising this morning. Good gods is the writing horrendous. I have so many qualms with the writing in general, but gods... Dawn of the Clans is really just like a problematic fave if we added in every toxic trait we could source.

I'M SORRY CANON?!

So, I was under the impression that it was Turtle Tail saying: "I'm sorry if I ever hurt you." BUT NO? GET THIS FOLKS: THAT'S BUMBLE REPLYING TO TURTLE TAIL. EXCUSE ME??? EX-FUCKING-CUSE? Okay, canon, fuck you too. We can't even get Turtle Tail apologizing for what she did. Gee, thanks, Erins.

Y'all wanna read this scene in full? Yeah, here we go. (Notice that Turtle Tail is replying.)

Turtle Tail turned away, her tail drooping, as Clear Sky vanished into the ferns. She crouched beside Bumble, avoiding the spreading pool of blood, and began licking her head gently. “I’m here,” she murmured between licks. “I won’t leave you.” Bumble fixed her eyes on Turtle Tail’s face. “I’m sorry if I ever hurt you,” she whispered. “I wish you could have found happiness,” Turtle Tail replied, her voice quivering. “I know you could never have lived wild with us in the hollow, but I was so unhappy to learn how much you were suffering in the Twolegplace.”

You left her, Turtle Tail. You abandoned her. Bumble, even at her death, is apologizing to you. When it's her who deserves all of the apologies. Bumble, sweetie, they- they abandoned you. Gods, that makes it so bittersweet how I wrote it like canon; Turtle Tail never apologized.

Bumble's last canon words are, "I'm sorry if I ever hurt you."

HOOH BOY.

Well, here's at least one slay moment before we get into below. I actually like Turtle Tail saying this in regards to Clear Sky hurting Bumble. (IF WE WEREN'T LISTENING TO GRAY WING MOPING ABOUT EVERYONE HATING CLEAR SKY SAD UWU)

“I do,” she growled, all her neck fur fluffed up. “I believe you could do this. Since I returned to the moor, I’ve heard nothing but horrible stories about the way you treat other cats. You’re power-mad, Clear Sky. You don’t care who you hurt to get what you want. And now... you’re not the cat I came down from the mountains with. You’re...” She switched her tail to and fro. “You’re an apology for a cat.”

I will say that I also (accidentally) stuck to canon in a way because...

“I wanted to give her a warning,” Clear Sky went on. “Nothing too painful, just a little cuff around her kittypet ear. How was I to know she was so weak from hunger that she would faint? But I could see her paws twitching, and I knew she would come around soon. So I left her and headed back to camp.” He paused, wincing. “Then I heard a fox bark, and I ran back. But I was too late. I was going to get help when I heard you all arrive.” “Liar!” Turtle Tail spat out the word, shouldering Gray Wing out of the way to confront Clear Sky. Her back was arched and her pelt bristling with fury

I wish I could say in regards to all of this, "At least you did this much, canon Turtle Tail," but I can't. Erins, this doesn't make me forgive her. She messed up. Confronting Clear Sky doesn't make me go, "Oh, it's okay that you threw away your friend and was extremely xenophobic!"

I want to add that only 4 paragraphs after - one of which Clear Sky snarled, "I won't be spoken to like that!", despite having injured Bumble horribly, then in another went to leave - Turtle Tail has the scene with Bumble. Like???

Imagine calling someone who inflicted deadly wounds on your friend a liar and he goes, ">:0 how dare you??", then you just... turn and walk away??? There's not even a moment where Turtle Tail yells at Clear Sky or anything. Pebble Heart doesn't come over and say, "Turtle Tail, she's not going to make it." It just hops over to her death scene.

I HAVE MORE TO SAY, BUT THAT'S FOR ANOTHER TIME.

(Note: Canon says, "We buried Bumble and came home," so... Good job, you guys, you buried her and let her murderer leave without consequence.)

Gray Wing

Side note before I get into this: Gray Wing, according to the Wiki, died at approx. 30 moons old??? Huh???

What I think is worse about Gray Wing than Clear Sky and Tom is that the narrative makes him the good guy. He is not demonized in any way, unlike the two aforementioned toms. While he didn't cause the blood to spill, he defended the murderer.

He looked at a dying cat and thought to himself, "I'm worried that my brother's deserved reputation will plummet further." He pities himself. He doesn't pity Turtle Tail for losing a friend. He doesn't care that someone is dying. There is a sickening lack of empathy.

Gray Wing should be seen for what he's done. His mistakes are there. He has made mistakes that can't be forgiven. Yet, instead of acknowledging it, we're told that he's right. Turtle Tail doesn't even get a voice in the debate, but she's seen as being on the "right side."

Erins, I am begging you to acknowledge that good people can be WRONG. It's okay to have the good people be wrong! Fatal flaws often are so important, because that flaw can also be their greatest shield.

In my mind, Gray Wing's fatal flaw is that he cannot see the flaws within his family. He blames others when things get out of hand. Deep down, he knows how wrong he is, but he swears to himself that family could never lie to him despite being lied to again and again. This stems from the rough life he led and everything going on.

We never see his father mentioned. Being fatherless doesn't excuse one's actions (this is coming from someone whose biological father is unknown), but is can help to explain them. My personal take is that, shortly after Quiet Rain got pregnant, Gray Wing's father lost his life due to a lack of prey. The death hit Gray Wing in the gut because he didn't expect to lose someone so quickly. Then, losing Fluttering Bird on top of his father made him protective of those he considers family.

Although, he definition of protective is toxic. He thinks protecting is constantly forgiving. He thinks protecting is hating anyone who breaks his happy life apart. He thinks protecting is loving without a second thought.

With all of this talk of Gray Wing, I think it's time we see into his head.

Was I Wrong?

Blame.

Does it truly settle onto his shoulders?

Gray Wing rolls over in his nest. He gathered the moss today and made sure to fluff it, yet it feels as if a thousand burrs are clinging to it. An anxious sigh pours out of his maw as Turtle Tail's furious face comes to mind. His paw gingerly touches where the spit had flown onto. It stings more than when he's left wheezing and straining to breathe.

He screws his eyes shut, hoping that it'll block out the intrusive thoughts beginning to leak into his ears. Instead, it opens the floodgates...

"Is mom going to come home tonight?" Sparrow Fur asks, ducking her head. She prods the plump mouse laying at her paws as a hopeful expression perks up on her face. "Owl Eyes and I were super lucky to catch this and I..." She trails off and glances off to the side.

In her place, Owl Eyes pipes up with, "We thought it would be a good meal to give to her! Since... Since mom's been sad."

Gray Wing's heart sinks into his chest as he looks at the pair. The hope in their eyes is fading with every moment of silence that passes. Pain tightens in his chest. That kittypet's death has left a horrible mark on life. He always wanted her to be out of their life, but...

"I found some!" Pebble Heart suddenly cuts in, a slight smile on his face. It looks as though he got stung by a bee as one cheek is swollen. "Where's mom? I want to give her the honey I found."

Owl Eyes glances up at Gray Wing before sighing. "She's not coming." He bluntly states, his claws digging into the ground. His shoulders hunch over as a whimper pries itself from his lips. "She's not coming because..." He looks up at Gray Wing, an uncharacteristic amount of disdain in his eyes.

Gray Wing stiffens as the claws of panic dig into his pelt. Before he can stammer out a question, the three all share the same heartbroken expression before turning away. His jaw drops and hardens into that position. All he can grasp is that his paws are shaking and the world is whirling.

First it was Turtle Tail being upset, then his kits...

His gut twists uncomfortably as his fur heats. A wheezy cough forces itself out of his lungs. The pain, for once, is a comforting force and it dulls the unwanted questions prowling in his mind. Yet the pain fades away too quickly, like it was only a burr that had been ripped out.

All he was saying is the truth. Clear Sky said that it was a fox. It must have been an odd fox is all. One who treated its prey like a chew toy then ran off...

"When did you get fleas for brains, Gray Wing?" Jagged Peak, who used to stare up at him with admiration, snarls. "He's selfish. Clear Sky isn't an innocent kit you can!-"

Tall Shadow's tail swishes over Jagged Peak's muzzle. "Enough." She meows, her voice growing stony. "Gray Wing, we have much to discuss." With those few words, she bows her head and pads off to the side.

The nest irritates his skin enough to bring him to his paws. It isn't wrong of him to believe his littermate. Clear Sky is his flesh-and-blood. Even if there have been some... issues... with how Clear Sky is doing things, he just needs another chance to be believed.

Clear Sky must be hurting. It takes time to heal wounds and forgiveness makes them heal faster.

Gray Wing steps out of his den, letting the biting winds blow against his fur. He focuses his gaze onto the starry night sky as a soft sigh parts from his lips.

Clear Sky has lost many cats. He too lost a father and sister back in the mountains. On their journey, he lost his mate and unborn kits. Then, when he came here, he lost another mate and kits... It's been a struggle for Thunder, his only remaining kit, and him to connection.

"Every cat suffers, Gray Wing." Wind Runner's chiding voice rings in his ears. She had hissed those words softly before stalking away in silence. At the time, he stared after her in confusion, but now he can hear his own mind add onto her sentence.

Suffering isn't an excuse to be evil.

He digs his claws into the ground, his heart aching deeply. What would Quiet Rain say if she learned of everything Clear Sky has done? Surely, she would understand, right? Clear Sky... It's another world here. The logic of the forest is different than the mountains.

Drawing back her lips, Turtle Tail yowls, "Excuses! All you're good for is excuses!"

"I don't make excuses." He mutters, but he can hear his tone faltering as he watches ugly gray clouds begin to cover the pale full moon. Squeezing his eyes shut, he forces his head down. "Clear Sky is a good cat. He isn't... He isn't clouded with evil."

Gray Wing says, yet his brother abandoned his son. He abandoned Thunder. There are many monsters in the forest, but...

His mouth grows dry as every word he said about Clear Sky rings in his mind. He never gives those excuses or help to others.

Not even to a cat seeking - no, begging for - their aid.

Yet to Clear Sky, he keeps giving and giving despite his brother only being capable of taking.

Though... Could he have really been so wrong...? He has always thought of himself as wise, but does reality disagree with him?

A wise cat would have probably realized by now that Turtle Tail was suffering. Her eyes, despite the hate burning within them, were glossy and despairing. If he stayed a moment longer, he is sure she would have torn his pelt off.

She wasn't the cat I fell in love with.

He cringes at the sneering thought haunting his brain. His ears flatten and he swiftly shakes his head, trying to shoo it away. No, she is. It's just... She has hit a rough patch...

"If that kittypet died some..." The words die in his throat as his eyes snap open. He stares down at his trembling paws. Life drains from his body. Everything shrinks around him, pulling him away from the warmth of his pelt.

"Or is it because it's better for you if Bumble is dead?" Turtle Tail's words echo in his ears.

Every little sound surrounding him makes him want to scream. The cicadas are too noisy. The crickets are annoying. The breathing of the cats in the camp is overwhelming. No. He doesn't want to hear it.

It's not what he wanted.

He just wanted to give Turtle Tail the love she deserved. He does love her! He loves... He loves Turtle Tail, alright? That's all there is to it. She's very precious to him. Her kits are his kits now.

For a cat who says he loves her, an instructive voice in his head starts with a sneer, You never asked if she's okay. You never asked at all. Not a single time.

First off: I would 100% follow an au blog following this, Second off: Thanks anon!, Third off: Holy shit wait how did I not catch that bit about the daffodils, anon you genius

Dotc is the poorest excuse of an arc I've ever had the misfourtune of learning about. You're right, that line where it's BUMBLE apologizing to TURTLETAIL and not the other way around sucks ass, I don't know which writer thought that was a good idea to write in after what TurtleTail did. You stuck to canon in a way with the ClearSky bit, yes, but the thing is is that we aren't seeing this through GreyWing's pov and thus we don't get those bullshit little moments where GreyWing is like "Oh no people won't like my brother now :( oh.. boohoo". So the scene is not at all infuriating to read, unlike the canon scene, this version's narrative does not try to pity ClearSky in any way. The writers really did not know what to do with TurtleTail, they completely fucked up her writing and make her unlikable all of a sudden, destroying her friendship with Bumble for… no reason. I don't want to extend this bit too much so I'll just end this part off with this: Yeah GreyWing is such a piece of shit.

So already off to a great start, gotta love seeing that asswipe not being able to relax himself and his mind. As much as I hate GreyWing, it's good to see that the story and writing isn't anti-adoption just as the canon books are, the text acknowledges the three cats as his children instead of pulling a "Tom is our REAL father and not GreyWing despite the latter looking after us all of our lives. GreyWing will NEVER be our father because we aren't biologically related and that matters apparently.". I love how the text "All he was saying is the truth. Clear Sky said that it was a fox. It must have been an odd fox is all. One who treated its prey like a chew toy then ran off…" comes across as it directly telling us what GreyWing is thinking about. But even then, both the text and GreyWing struggle to find truth in those words that ClearSky had stated, unlike the canon where GreyWing blindly believes him and doesn't second guess. Some of the bits also make us acknowledge GreyWing's fatal flaw in his character, that he's too much of a spineless coward to even doubt ClearSky because he believes that their biological familial relationship is most important if that makes sense. All characters in the series believe that blood relations is everything which then leads into the anti-adoption messages (See how TurtleTail's three kids suddenly do a 180 on how they feel about Tom when they learn he is their biological father). But this is a fault of the writers. GreyWing is spineless and can't/doesn't want to admit that his brother is a monster, over and over again, to the point where it ends up getting people killed.

"Suffering isn't an excuse to be evil." this is something that feels as though this is directly talking to us, the readers. To criticize those who believe that those who have suffered one way or another is some kind of excuse to - in ClearSky's case - start wars that kill plenty of cats, humilate and mock the injured, and attack a defenseless, starving kittypet. GreyWing is foolish to think that anybody would try to even attempt to understand ClearSky, with all of the pain he's caused, GreyWing needs to learn this somehow. That is his flaw. He silently denies to himself that he is trying to make excuses for ClearSky because his mind truly believes that this cat - a cat who's responsible for the death of many cats- isn't "clouded by evil". GreyWing needs to realize the truth. And he finally does. What's also a flaw in him is that he now only realizes that ClearSky is awful because of one cat who he is related to, Thunder. As if the plentiful array of deaths of the innocent wasn't proof enough, GreyWing only seems to care about it when he is affected in some kind of way. He realizes ClearSky is horrible, yes, but the way he goes about realizing this yet again shows us that he only cares about something bad if it affects him in some way. The text implies towards this, and it's great and relieving to read. Though for GreyWing, it's a step in the right direction as he realizes his fault of making up excuse after excuse for his war-mongering brother and only his brother, not anybody else. God, and the line that mocks GreyWing's title of "GreyWing the Wise" is so fucking clever and brilliant, "A wise cat would have probably realized by now that Turtle Tail was suffering." Goddamn and then it feels like right after that, GreyWing is trying to pull some kind of guilt attempt in his mind with the "She wasn't the cat I fell in love with.", as if she has changed in a negative way, yet again, another flaw with him. Everything GreyWing has ever excused and defended is like it all hits him hard like he's being struck by a train and it causes distress in him. "It's not what he wanted." like he is talking to himself in third person, but if he did not want that to happen, then why didn't he step in and defend Bumble, why did he let the poor kittpet be escorted out and back to a place of abuse? Because GreyWing is spineless and selfish. The instructive voice in his head is right, if he loved TurtleTail, then why did he never ask if she was okay. Perhaps, he doesn't love her.

This is such an interesting entry in this entire line of stories, we get a perspective of the worst main character in the series, and the text knows this too. It criticizes him and his thoughts, pointing out his fatal personality flaws and his urge to immediately defend his horrible brother, because he believes that their blood relation is everything, that he NEEDS to defend his biological brother. This is cowardly and the text knows it. GreyWing is still able to brush off even TurtleTail's feelings when Bumble had died, only ever caring about how ClearSky felt. It's like we are reading canon GreyWing, except this time, and thankfully this time, the text does not support him, it is against him. Once again Anon, you've done something really great and interesting here, I've said this plenty of times and I'll say it plenty more.

[mermaidsirennikita]

I think that because our culture is saturated (beyond books) with depictions of male doms and female subs, with dommes often depicted in this OTT professional dominatrix (but not rlly) context, people have a very skewed idea of what a domme is. I mean, they also have a skewed idea of what a male dominant is, but like. You know.

Plus, there seems to be this ongoing perception of male submissives as like... Golly Gee ma'am guys in their everyday life, when like. First off, sexual submission does not have to have anything to do with your everyday life. Second of all, not entirely inaccurate stereotype is that people who bust balls in their everyday life prefer to have their balls (or alternate part of the anatomy) busted in the bedroom. Also, it's simply a lot easier to find subs than it is to find (halfway decent) doms/dommes.

Anyway, books people should read to see interesting depictions of femdom, which doesn't always reflect everyone's real life experience, because that is impossible, but which shows the spectrum.

Memoir:

The Scarlett Letters by Jenny Nordbak. Jenny Nordbak is a popular romance novel voice, and a romance novelist herself; she's written books like Her Leading Lady (on my list!). The memoir is about her time working in a dungeon and training as a dominatrix. It's very entertaining and candid, a good look into her experience.

Historical Romance:

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale. Obviously I'm on fire for this book. The magical device here is that Elayne is very young and just kind of stumbles into domming Allegreto, but we'll allow that because this book is like... almost magical in its sensibility, and truly epic. The focus here is on the inflicting of pain and restraints, and the idea that by accepting Elayne's punishment, Allegreto is feeling a form of release (and then RELEASE), while Elayne, someone whose journey involves men attempting to control her, gets to take charge. Elayne's narrative is one of finding out what it really means to owner her power, and Allegreto is the one man who will truly serve her in every sense of the word; in turn, she offers him a safe place for his needs to be met, as well as time to relinquish the control and guardedness he's carried since childhood.

Would I Lie to the Duke by Eva Leigh. What I like here is that there's no big reason why either one of them is into it, they're just into it. He's a duke, she's a working class woman, and I think that power flip gets both of them off, but mostly it's just fun.

The Duke I Tempted by Scarlett Peckham. Another "release-seeking" thing surrounding pain and bondage. The thing here is that the hero really needs this to be a part of his life in order for him to feel good, but I don't think it's in innate need for the heroine. However, once she learns about it, she's into it, and she LOVES taking care of him on that level. It's a good example of domming as an act of caretaking. He seeks pros on a non-sexual level before the heroine finds out, and her wanting to take that role is something he doesn't expect at all.

Contemporary:

Preferential Treatment by Heather Guerre. A good example of a bratty sub her, who happens to be a billionaire, and a heroine who also uses a specific type of financial domination with him. I appreciate how structured this was, and how the author used the structure as a device for the hero to avoid confronting his feelings. Also, shows us that while the heroine dominates him sexually, he can still hurt her emotionally. The power dynamic is not unilateral across their lives.

Mercy by Sara Cate. Obviously, another bratty hero, and gives us again a level of structure... But another really good example of a woman who really isn't super bossy in her everyday life. She is, however, a control freak. The confusion people often have with projecting D/s onto fictional characters, imo, is the idea that "bossiness" equals "control" and that the two must go together.

Anyway, not an expert. Just my take. I find this all *fascinating*.

I think people in a certain HR fandom need to have a convo about exactly what a dom(me) is vs. like, her being on top for a hot minute and him enjoying it.

[mandareeboo]

First time, I wondered how king had managed to not know about ed's curse, but him being nine years old puts it in a new light- I mean, of course she wouldn't want to put turning into a huge murder demon thing on a THREE YEAR OLD BABY, esp if prior to canon it was manageable enough for her to deal with it herself- there's a reason most people don't put their five year olds in charge of their medical issues, even more so if it's something entirely manageable that they handle on their own.

Like, I'm not saying it was "safe," necessarily, for her housemate not to know she turned into a monster when she didn't have access to her medication, but I also totally get why she hadn't got around to it prior to canon.

Honestly, from my experience as the kid of a person with medical issues? It wasn't the brightest idea on Eda's part.

Like. I get it. She didn't want to look King in the eye and tell him she was going to turn into a horrific monster. I get that. But not explaining the elixirs AT ALL could have put him in serious danger. What if they made him ill? What if they made Luz ill? What if baby King tried one, didn't like the taste, and yeeted them into the toilet? All sorts of stuff could've happened.

My mom didn't have to explain every detail of MS and depression to me at that age, but she gave me some very basics. These are meds. Mom takes them to feel better. This is a shot, she uses it to help with the Tingles. Please be careful around these things bc they can make you sick. I understood from a young age that meds weren't to be trifled with and to be quiet and respectful at doctor's appointments. Eda's pride literally bit her on the butt on this one.

[frogtanii]

a roar of competitive cheers burst from your hospital room, the boys all piled up on your bed playing in a smash tournament on bokuto’s switch. it was rather endearing to watch the good and grown men argue about which princess was a better competitor (rosalina, obviously, despite not being an actual princess) and, in sakusa’s case, pouting like a sore loser when his favorite — daisy — wasn’t even regarded as a real threat.

he absolutely dominated the next round in retaliation, to the group’s chagrin.

you eventually decided to take a break, the stuffiness and loudness of the room getting to you. the boys, while giving you a variety of concerned looks, respected your decision, leaving you to wander out of your space, clad in the semi revealing hospital gown and fuzzy yellow socks.

it was less than convenient to trudge around with your iv attached to your arm but you didn’t mind. the struggle kept your mind off of what you dubbed as The Incident™, weird as it sounded.

for some reason, the smallest things helped keep you occupied, thanks to your vigilance. your call with doctor yamada definitely helped, his sarcastic, biting nature criticizing some random kdrama had you cackling in your seat until your throat was (even more) sore.

at first, you felt a bit awkward calling him when you physically couldn’t speak but he took it in stride, filling up the silence with his commentary that was much, much appreciated.

actually, all the boys had been surprisingly good about your predicament. it took a moment for bokuto and suga to get used to your lack of responses but they eventually grew accustomed to it and even relished your minuscule reactions to one of their jokes or funny quips.

you were actually, finally, enjoying your time with your housemates and it felt good.

well, not all of your housemates. daichi was a given. you’d seen very little of him after the dinner, only laying eyes on him when he visited your hospital bed when he thought you were sleeping. the look of remorse and shame written all over his face was burned into your memory and you made a mental note to find a way to have a conversation with him in an attempt to clear the air.

while daichi’s situation at least made sense, kenma’s did not. you missed him deeply, and you had no idea what to do or say to fix what had been broken. apparently, both kuroo and sakusa had attempted to reach out, but they were quickly shut down. you could tell kuroo was more hurt than he let on, occasionally catching the tail-end of intense conversation between him and omi, but they were both quick to slap on a smile and change the subject as not to worry you when you made your presence known.

you appreciated their concern, you did, but kenma was your friend too and you desperately wanted to know what you could do to help.

a deep sigh left your lips, the action only causing a slight twinge in your throat as you meandered through the cold halls. your brain started to hurt as you thought more and more about it, stress climbing up your spine and burrowing at the base of your skull.

annoying, you thought, your eye twitching in irritation. headaches sucked mad ass and you were not looking forward to the hell of the one that was building up as you walked.

turning down another hallway, you abruptly stopped, your iv screeching to halt interrupting the hushed conversation that a certain someone was having at the far end of the corridor.

kenma!

kenma twisted towards you, his feline eyes widening in surprise as he whispered a hushed goodbye to whoever he was speaking to before shoving his phone into his pocket and staring at you in shock, pain, and most prominently,

guilt.

pure, unadulterated guilt permeated from all over him, the stench coming off of him in waves. you nearly flinched at the sight of him, the deep circles under his eyes practically broadcasting his struggle to the whole world.

your name dropped from his lips in a low whisper, his immediate reaction afterwards leading you to believe he hadn’t meant to say it aloud at all.

you chanced a step forward at his utterance, and then another and another until you were face to face with each other. you felt his eyes searching yours but you made sure to keep your face neutral if not for the blatant worry written all over it.

his plush bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth as his hands twitched by his sides as if he wasn’t exactly sure where to put them. you let out a soft breath at the sight, kind of hoping he would just give you a hug like it looked like he wanted to.

but, kenma held back, waiting for you to do something, to say something (not that you could) to absolve this horribly tense silence that the pair of you were now enshrouded in.

gently peeling your fingers from your iv stand, you lifted them to sign in the small space between your chests, in clear view of his observant gaze.

you recalled with fondness when a handful of the house members had decided to learn a bit of sign language, just in case someone was in a panic attack and became nonverbal. the impromptu learning session had been so much fun that the group had began regularly meeting to expand their sign language vocabulary and fluency until you all were at least semi fluent (in all the ways that mattered at least).

kenma was a member of that group and you’d throughly enjoyed his witty remarks throughout the lesson and his occasional cute little giggles that were liberally interspersed into conversation. that kenma was in such stark contrast to this kenma that it was almost jarring as he watched your hands with rapt attention, awaiting anything you had to say.

i missed you, you began slowly, not missing the way his eyes immediately became glassy and his hands tightened to fists by his sides.

“you shouldn’t,” he replied, his voice deep and gritty. “not after what i did.”

you cocked your head in confusion at his words. what he did? you had no idea what he was talking about but you were determined to get to the bottom of it if that was what was making him avoid you like this.

what did you do?

kenma’s jaw clenched, the guilt that had faded away for a moment, coming back full force. “i... i did this to you...” he motioned to the healing bruises on your neck and the iv stand still by your side.

now you were even more perplexed. he wasn’t the one who cornered you in the bathroom so what could he possibly be going on about? unprompted, your mind flashed back to that night, the moment where you were heading off to the bathroom, meeting kenma’s eyes for a second when you did.

oh.

was that what he was feeling so horribly about? that he saw you go into the bathroom? that was hardly news and nothing to be up in arms about unless he also saw meiko go in after you and...

double oh.

suddenly, all his behavior started making sense. kenma felt guilty because he believed he was somehow responsible for allowing this horrible thing to happen to you.

oh, honey, you signed quickly, driven to get your point across without him interrupting. you didn’t do this to me. meiko did.

kenma opened his mouth to protest but you didn’t let him, one of your hands coming up to cover his lips. he let out a muffled protest, his breath hot against your palm, eyes wide in bewilderment.

“listen to me kenma. you are not at fault here,” your voice screamed at you to stop speaking but not yet, not until you were done. “i know for a fact that if you knew what meiko was going to do, you wouldn’t have let me go.... you are good kenma, so good.”

his whole body shuddered at your words, all but collapsing into you, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly.

if you faintly felt the shoulder of your hospital getting damp, you didn’t say anything, content to let him hold onto you and cry it out.

after a minute or two, he sniffled and pulled away from you, his face red and puffy but content. “you shouldn’t have talked idiot,” kenma chided gently, a soft smile on his face.

you just gave him an apologetic shrug and a hastily signed “sorry” before waving him off to your hospital room, sending him a smile as he meandered off in that direction. you didn’t follow, figuring he and the boys needed some time alone to reconnect without your presence there.

taking a hold of your iv pole again, you continued on your way while staring out the window, watching the tiny birds fly by. unfortunately, your little birdwatching stint sent you careening into a hard body, your feet losing their grip on the slippery ground as you stumbled to the floor.

a quick glance up at the perpetrator had your apology dying in your throat. it was osamu, looking every bit as bewildered as you expected him to, a small jello cup in one hand and a spork in the other.

you couldn’t keep your scowl from off your face as you waved away his helpful arm, completely missing the flash of hurt that appeared across his smooth skin. “please, let me help ya,” he tried again, this time earning a physical slap on the arm, visibly recoiling at the contact.

“leave me the fuck alone osamu,” you growled before picking yourself back up and starting to stroll away but you quickly stopped in your tracks, turning your head to give him a menacing grin. “if you fuck with atsumu again, i swear on bokuto jr, i will castrate you and feed you your sorry, wrinkly ballsack on a silver platter.”

with that you were gone, head held high and a wide grin on your face as osamu watched, his heart flipping annoyingly in endearment. he breathed a deep sigh and slid to the floor of the hall before popping open his jello and taking a bite.

your reaction was well deserved but he couldn’t help praying and hoping that things would change between the two of you.

change for the better. change for good.

℗ poker face

change for the better

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an - GOLLY GEE THIS WAS A LONG ONE BHT KENMA!!!!!! and samu >:( anYWAYS SLEEP IS CALLING MY NAME, LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK <3333 don’t forget to feed me :3 also pls kenma’s secret not so secret praise thing :00

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Songs of Heartslabyul

I was listening to one of my broadway playlists and thought, "Hey! this reminds me of (insert twst character)." That single thought lead me down a rabbit hole of finding songs (specifically from musicals) that match the characters! So without further ado: Songs of Heartslabyul

Riddle Roseheart "Don't Break the Rules" from Catch Me if You Can ~ This song is literally titled "Don't Break the Rules" and Heyratty is as rule-abiding as Riddle; using this song to explain why. Certain lyrics that reminded me of the teapot tyrant are: "You thumb your nose at the light for which I strive, but those rules those laws keep us alive!", "When you steal somebody's money /Screw his daughter or his wife You don't think of repercussions /As you tap dance through your life /Though you smile like you're a hero /You're an outlaw through and through", and "The Game ain't worth winning if you're breaking all the rules!"

Trey Clover "What Baking Can Do" from Waitress ~ The moral of this song is how baking helps the singer forget all the troubles in their life and cover up how they truly feel inside. Trey is well known for his baking and how it helps him solve problems, just like it does for Jenna. Certain Lyrics that remind me of Trey are: "Make it sweet Crimp the edges /We'll make it sour and serve with lemon wedges /Even doubt /Can be delicious,", "I can fix this /I can twist it into sugar, butter-covered pieces /Never mind what's underneath it,", and "So with flour on my hands /I'll show them all how Goddamn happy I am /Sugar, butter, flour /Don't let me down /Let's see the next amazing thing baking does now."

Carter Diamond "Dancing through Life" from Wicked ~ Fiyro is pretty similar to Cater in some aspects. Both characters hide their true personalities behind carefree personas. This song in particular makes me think of when Yuu first meets Cater in Book 1. Particular Lyrics that remind me of Carter are: "They want you to become less callow, less shallow /But I say, why invite stress in? /Stop studying strife /And learn to live "the unexamined life," and "Dancing through life /Mindless and careless /Make sure you're where less trouble is rife /Woes are fleeting /Blows are glancing /When you're dancing /Through life!"

Deuce Spade "Good Kid" from The Lightning Thief the Musical ~ This song embodies Deuce. Both Percy and Deuce are seen as delinquents and are trying to do better for their moms. It displays both of their frustrations with themselves and those around them as they try to be a "good kid". Some lyrics that remind me of Deuce are: "I never try to do anything /I never mean to hurt anyone /I try, I try to be a good kid /A good kid /A good son,", "All you get are bad grades /And a bum rap, and a bad rep /And a good smack, and no friends /And no home, and no mom /She's taken away," and "I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid/ A good kid, who's had a bad run/ And all I need is one last chance/ To prove I'm good enough for someone."

Ace Trappola

"Gee, Officer Krupke" from West Side Story ~ The sarcastic and fun-poking nature of this song makes me think of Ace leading the other Heartstyble freshman in a song mocking Riddle for "offing" their heads. Lyrics that remind me of Ace are: "Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke /Ya gotta understand /It’s just our bringin’ upke /That gets us outta hand /Our mothers all are junkies /Our fathers all are drunks /Golly Moses natcherly we’re punks!", "Dear kindly social worker /They tell me get a job /Like be a soda-jerker /Which means like be a slob /It’s not I’m anti-social /I’m only anti-work /Gloryosky, that’s why I’m a jerk!", and "Krupke, we got troubles of our own! /Gee, Officer Krupke, /We're down on our knees, /'Cause no one wants a fellow with a social disease /Gee, Officer Krupke, /What are we to do? /Gee, Officer Krupke, /Krup you!"

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Hey, I was thinking about the Galvadad AU again, and now I’m really curious, because we all know those little sparklings/heirs of the twins are gonna grow up into adults one day.

So will Roddy follow a similar path as canon, and maybe end up taking up some adventuring? Get all that energy out, and learn how to properly take care of himself when he can’t lean back on Galvadad and Cyclon-mom. Maybe even get himself a ‘rival’ of some sort? That he definitely won’t fall in love with by accident- ex. Thunderclash.

Like he goes around, adventures, gets captured/fights his rival now and then, takes care of himself on his tiny dingy (yet very beloved) little ship from daddy dearest, etc.

And if he did, gee golly how would Galv and Cyc react? Because I can imagine Galv is either;

Proud his son has a ‘rival’

“Who dares think they are worthy enough to have a chance at rivaling with my sparkling’s hand?”

“Yasss tell me all about himmmm” (gossiping like those high school girls in movies)

And Cyc is just *Hades voice* “he’s a GUY.” every time Rod tries to explain about this whole ‘rivalry’ thing.

And also, if Rod were to ever accidentally end up sparked or bring said ‘rival’ home, or something, I’m curious how Cyc and Galv would react. Alternatively, if they found Rod cut off from said rival because someone else in the faction thought they were doing him a favor to try taking them out of the picture, but he ends up feeling superbly guilty and doesn’t want it to happen again. He’s not that evil.

Also been thinking Angels & Demons AU - Galv finds this tiny young angel and is like ‘is for me? 🥺👉👈’ Cyc is unphased. This is normal. Megs just puts his face in his hands, knowing all too well - this is his stupid ass himbo twin. Of course he’s gonna try to adopt the cute thing.

It’s a fun AU to think about, honestly, especially with how many possibilities there are, and the story/world you’ve made. And btw, would you mind if I made works for the AU since it inspires me to write sometimes?? Sorry if I bother at all, and hope you have a good day/night! :).

Hey! Thanks for the ask again! Lovely to see you get so excited by this au. Okay so...

At some point Roddy is definitely going to become a leader in part of Galv's forces. Probably a general or commander under him and Cyclonus. Though, of course, I can see him doing a lot of adventuring. This is something Galvatron has done with him since he was a kid; nature walks and exploring. He wants his son to have a sense of adventure! And learning some survival skills is always useful.

As for the rival thing... So a thing that was originally planned for this au was my short fic When Will I Get A Nemesis, where Galvatron sees having a rival as being a sort of romantic deal (he is convinced Megatron is flirting with Optimus). Honestly the only reason that story is not officially canon to the Galvadad au is cos once I wrote it I thought it would be better as something that would more likely to lead to Galvarod, and that certainly wasn't going to happen here. That story would work better with an adult Autobot Roddy.

But still, I like the idea that Galvatron sees having a rival/nemesis where you spend your every day thinking about your next encounter with them will be, as something classically romantic. So if Roddy did ever get one he'd be like "Oh my gosh I'm so proud! My little boy is growing up!" Suddenly he wants to meet Roddy's nemesis, invite them for a pot roast, maybe kidnap them to go "You better treat my boy with the respect he deserves". He'd be embarrassingly encouraging.

And honestly if I did introduce someone to play that role it probably would be Thunderclash. I can't think of who'd be better for that.

Also Galvs and Cyc would definitely have taught Roddy about safe sex so there's no way he'd get sparked by accident. If he ever does get a kid it'd be entirely deliberate (though honestly I think the Roddy of this au would be more likely to try and adopt another lost foundling like himself).

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(I might answer the angel thing in a different ask just so this doesn't get too long)

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But honestly if you want to have a go writing something based on this au, please do! I'd honestly love that so much. It's amazing to think my work has inspired some stuff. All I ever ask is that a credit is made to me and/or the original story. But please! I would love to see that!

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Life's not fair at the fair (Ben10)

With the benefit of hindsight, Ben would later reflect that everything that was about to happen to him could of all been avoided if the 10 year old brat had just cut back on the sugar, learned to watch where he was going and had just gotten a decent amount of sleep.

However like the saying goes, Hindsight was 20/20 and Ben hadn't been able to get more then maybe 2 hours sleep since the Tennyson's were parked outside of where a fair would be opening up in the morning AND him and Gwen had gotten special bracelets that would let them get all the snacks and play all the games and go on all the rides without having to keep getting tickets or pay. The bracelets hadn't been cheap either, but Max reasoned it was cheaper in the long run plus he'd done it as a bribe to keep the kids at the fair all day while he took a long needed nap in the rust bucket/had me time.

Because of his lack of sleep Gwen had gotten up before Ben to do a little nature exploring before the fair opened since it was by a park (Ben wouldn't of been interested anyways) and was coming back with a thermos fill of all natural water from a spring she had found and told Ben to stay out of it.

"Oh gee, gosh golly, I can't have any of your boring water and will just have to have juice and soda? whatever will I do?" Ben snarked, rolling his eyes as he finished his bowl of frosted covered chocolate bombs.

"Oh good, your cranky toddler mode and we're gonna be putting sugar in you. Do me a favor and explore on your own today." Gwen sighed, putting the thermos away under her bunk and going and washing up.

"What makes you think I'd wanna hang out with a nerd li-" Ben was saying when Max cut him off.

"none of that, I want you two to stick together!" he said. "Unless you want me to take the bracelets back and you can just use your own allowances."

Groans coming from both sides and putting the matter to rest, he got ready for a day to himself as Ben got changed out of his jammies and into his trademark outfit, and then the kids were off to the fair.

For the first half hour the pair actually had fun, riding a roller coaster and playing bumper cars but while Gwen was semi sensible and got just a few caramel apples, Ben was pigging out on cotton candy, the apple,s and ice cream fudge cars, getting fudge and bits of cotton candy stuck to his face.

"Ben, slow down, you know how that stuff gets you too hyper and then shoots right though you." Gwen said, rolling her eyes as he stopped at anther vendor, getting a triple scoop chocolate ice cream cone, and grabbing a napkin and pulling him over. "At least let me wipe your face!"

wiping at his face, Ben yelped and tried to pull away as nearby kids snickered looking at the pair.

"Hey! Buzz off! your not my mom! Last warning, buzz off!" Ben growled, trying to pull away but in his base form, pound for pound, Gwen was stronger then him and he couldn't get away.

At least, not without a distraction.

"If you would just wipe your own face this wouldn't be a is-" Gwen was saying, focusing on Ben's grubby face and thus missing his arm in action till it was too late.

and by too late that meant the brat had brought his ice cream cone in a over head arc and squished it on the top of her head, the cold making her let go of him as he pulled away.

"Ha! you were warned!" Ben laughed and snickered, then went from laughing to scared as Gwen gave him a glare that would of terrified ghost freak. "Uh..is it too late to say sorry?" He asked.

"Their gonna be finding pieces of you for a month!" Gwen growled wiping the cone and the ice cream off her head.

"and thats my cue to run."

Summoning every ounce of speed he had and having to dart around the other people at the fair, Ben didn't have time to even think about using the watch as with a roar Gwen chased after him. At some point during the chase she had found the time to scoop up a armful of tennis balls from a knock the bottles stand, Tossing them hard and making Ben change direction and twist and turn. It wouldn't be till he was forced out of the crowded fair area that Ben would realize that Gwen had diverted him away from the public with the throws, likely to use some sort of terrible spell or just to have no wittiness as she killed him.

'Jokes on her! with no one around I can go hero!' Ben thought, looking down at his wrist as he ran and starting to select Xcler8, risking a last glance behind him and seeing Gwen's eyes lighting up to show she was getting a spell ready.

The distraction caused him not to see that the root sticking out of the ground or the fact they were coming up to a gentle slope, two factors that had Ben tripped and rolling down the hill smacking the watch and somehow temporarily disabling it even as he tumbled into a nearby spring.

As Ben splashed in the water and pulled himself out Gwen skidded gentle down the slope and stopped at the bank, smirking as she looked down at Ben.. which was weird she he was now standing back up.

"Ok Ok! Uncle! don't..hurt..me.." Ben cried out, going to raise his arms up to defend himself when he noticed a few interesting facts.

One: His voice had gone higher pitch (not that he had the deepest voice to begin with) and had taken on a toddlerish tone to it.

Two: His t-shirt which normally stopped just above his elbows was now down to his wrists, and as he raised his arms..

Three: his limbs had gotten tiny!

Now Ben wasn't the smartest kid around, but even he could one and one together and get two.

"GWEN YOU BUTT! YOU USED A AR SPELL ON ME!?!" He cried out with all the fury his tiny body could muster and shook a fist even as she snickered and smirked.

It hadn't taken long for Gwen to decide just what to do with Ben for acting like a whinny little toddler, and the fact that she had in fact found a surviving off spring of the fountain of youth that they had run into earlier in the summer made the punishment she had in mind even easier.

The spell she had been about to cast had in fact been one to put a field around his watch before he could use it but that had become a moot point, or so she assumed as the now 4 at the oldish, though Gwen would put it more likely at three, Ben growled and slapped at the watch over and over, huffing and trying to jump up and down till his way oversized pants tripped him up and he did a spinning fall and ended up on his butt.

the dork's bottom lip trembled and then he was bawling and flopping around wailing about how this wasn't fair and for Gwen to undo the spell.

"Shhh It's ok Ben..there there..I'm here." she coo'ed kneeling down and hugging him, rubbing his back and using a spell to shrink his clothes to fit his new tiny form, though leaving room in the pants as she ballooned his undies out into a bulky diaper that was noticeable under the pants.

She of course toyed with telling Ben the truth about how he had been de-aged but then decided letting him think she controlled how long he was all small would be more fun.

'Plus with me having all that water I took to study..it's not like I don't control it in a way anyways.' Gwen mused as Ben started to calm down, then noticed the bulky diaper around his hips.

"Gweeeeennn! I don't need diapies!" Ben whined, starting to tear up again and she conjured up a pacifier, popping it in his mouth and smirking as his nursing instinct took over and he suckled on it.

"Hush little guy, we both know how many accidents you had last time you were this small, and this way we won't have to keep going back to the rust bucket every time you wet yourself." Gwen said reasonably, leaving out the part she could of just cleaned up any accidents he had in his pants.

Ben huffed and whined behind his paci, but it wasn't exactly like he had any room to argue, at least for the moment.

"Come on, I'll Carry you back up the slope and then we'll get back to the fair, I'll find you a nice Merry go round to ride." She promised and got a muffled whine from him as she picked him up in her arms and headed back.

As soon as he could Ben wiggled out of Gwen's arms, landing on his butt with a soft thud though he wasn't hurt due to the thickness of the stupid diaper she had put him in.

'Stupid Gwen thinking she's sooo smart! I should just unleash a massive poopie in the diaper and make her wipe my butt!' Ben fumed and batted away her hand as she went to help him get up.

then he pictured her laughing and pointing, teasing him about willingly using the diapers and dropped that idea.

'new plan, keep the diapers nice and clean and get some undies!' Ben thought as he struggled to get up to his feet.

he ended up having to get on all fours, then pushing himself up onto his feet as Gwen snickered and watched.

"Oh man, I totally should of recorded that. bet you would get like a million likes on YouTube." She giggled.

"Your not funny." Ben huffed and then waddled along side of her towards the fair, having to race to keep up with her casual stroll due to his tiny legs and massive diaper butt. "It's not a race!" he whined.

"Yes it is, and your losing." Gwen teased but slowed down, offering him her hand. "Come on, I wanna make sure you stay close to me. the fair can be scary for little guys like you."

"I'm NOT holding your stupid hand! you likely got like, cooties or something." Ben said and blew a raspberry at her, not realizing just HOW immature he sounded.

"Righttt..if I did you would have them already from me holding you doofus." She pointed out rolling her eyes. "But ok, I won't make you hold my hand, but you better stay close to me or else."

"Or else what? What could you POSSIBLY do that's worse then this!?!" Ben huffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh don't tempt me..but actually I was going to say I'll put you on a toddler leash if I have to." Gwen said, about to comment how Ben could of been rocking a frilly pink dress or just be in diapers but she wasn't completely heartless.

"..Whatever." Ben huffed and they walked back into the fair, with Ben staying close to Gwen.

Thankfully the disturbance that the two had caused had largely been forgotten about and no one asked any questions about how Ben had suddenly gotten so small. the big downside though for Gwen was that Ben being all tiny, she wasn't able to go on any of the big kid rides anymore since she couldn't just ditch him, and he was WAY too short to get on any of them.

That being said, she had her own ways of making fun and just as she had promised, she brought him over to the merry go round.

"You have GOT to be kidding me! that's for BABIES!" Ben whined and shook his head.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Gwen asked, getting anther raspberry.

"I'm NOT going to ride it and you can't make me!" Ben huffed and crossed his arms, plopping down on his butt and getting chuckles from surrounding kids and adults.

Never as it turned out lasted all of ten seconds as Gwen just reached down and picked him up under his arms, flashing her Bracelet to the guy working the ride and looking around the various animal choices got Ben seated on a large yellow duck, making sure to use the seat belts that the ride had (the owner didn't wanna get sued if some toddler fell off and brained himself) to get Ben snug and secure.

"I hope you know I hate you SO much right now." Ben growled as he glared at her.

"Aww, love you too little guy." Gwen said loudly for the sake of the crowd, giving his hair and ruffle and stepping back as the ride was getting ready to start.

watching Ben bob up and down and going from scowling and huffing to give out giggles and breaking into a smile, Gwen pulled out her cellphone and started to record as Ben really got into the ride..at least until he spotted Gwen recording him and started to have a total fit, messing with his seat belt and making the ride suddenly stop as he got it off and went to climb down.

as the other children whined and parents started to complain, Gwen rushed to grab Ben and get him out of there, apologizing to everyone for the bratty toddler.

Walking away from the Merry go round Gwen glared at Ben who had a huge smirk on his face now.

"Really Ben? you couldn't just shut up and behave for 5 minutes!?!" She snapped at him.

"Nope~ better just turn me back now before I go SUPER bratty. I've got a WHOLE bag of tricks up my sleeve." Ben said.

It was a bluff and Gwen knew it, but her tolerance for this little brat making threats had been reached and she decided it was time to take this punishment up to the next level.

Noticing a nearby dunk tank and the LONG line of kid's waiting to have a turn, Gwen started to work a little discrete magic. the first part was to enchant the target and the balls so that they would be naturally drawn to each other, anyone who went to use the first 15 or so tennis balls could of tossed them away from the target and it would of found a way to hit it. the second spell was a bit trickier but she had been planning something like this for awhile, just having the chance to make Ben do it while a little guy made it better, so she was able to link it so every time the target was hit, Ben would have to take a dump.

She'd only enchanted THAT many of them since she didn't wanna spend the whole day changing Ben but ironically, unaware to even her the effect WASN'T going to wear off and the balls would be recycled for use over and over.

"So, you gonna given in or do I have to start playing dirty?" Ben asked, right as the first of the enchanted balls hit the target.

Instantly the brat face went from a smug look to a open mouthed look of horror as he popped a squat and started to fill the seat of his diaper with SUPER loud farts, getting attention from everyone nearby.

"Ah geez, they should really make potty training mandatory for attendance.." groaned a goth teen, holding his nose even though the smell hadn't hit him yet.

"Damn and I thought I could let out a good one!" Chuckled a trucker.

"MOMMY!!" Cried out a five year old boy who was close, running to his mother who HAD gotten a whiff, though the noise had more scared him.

"Geez Ben, you weren't kidding when you said you could play dirty." gwen smirked.

"S-Shut up!" Ben growled between grunt, his pant's puffing out as the diaper likewise did so and the pants were making sounds of distress already fighting hard before to contain his bulky diaper.

the end result was that the pant's sagged down enough to show the top of his padding if Ben lifted his arms up and it was pretty clear to anyone and everyone that one more mess would mean the end of his pants, and would have his diaper butt even more on display then it already was.

"Quite the show. finished or do you have a encore in mind?" Gwen asked, wrinkling her nose and then holding it waving a hand.

"I..Just shut up and change m-" Ben fumed, but was cut off as a second ball hit it's target and with a series of loud poots, the show started all over again.

"heh, Maybe I should see if we can rent space and put on our own side show. Gwen and the amazing pamper pooper."

Ben was too busy grunting and pushing to retort, unable to believe that after having just filled his diapers with a load of mush he had more in him but sadly it was happening whether he wanted to believe it or not.

Softball sized lumps were filling up the diaper even as her cried out and with a LOUD ripping noise his pants blew apart at the hip/crotch level, not even leaving the waist brand of the pants and the leg parts of the pants slid to his ankles and over his shoes.

free to expand without restricting, the diaper rapidly expanded, crackling and crinkle as the cream white diaper covered in little yellow duckies (though the duckies were fading from the back and the front as Ben's bladder decided it didn't wanna be left out of the fun) sagged down and the large lumps could be made out as he finally finished up, a almost visible stink aura coming from him.

"And THAT'S why I told you not to pig out on junk food." Gwen said.

"I..I.." Ben whimpered, looking at Gwen and then starting to tear up even as his nose burned from his own fumes.

not able to put together it was her who had made him mess, Ben looked over his shoulder at the massive load in his diaper and could only agree with Gwen that maybe he had pigged out too much, and in a semi daze reached behind him and put a hand on the seat of the lumpy filled diaper and pressed, as if to confirm yes: he HAD just double loaded a diaper like a big baby.

The squish confirmed it and he turned back to Gwen and started to bawl, holding his arms out for her to come and pick him up, most of what he cried was in just baby babble but the phase 'change me!' could be made out.

Gwen came over and picked him up, wincing and turning her head away from the overpowering stink and holding him at arm's leght away at first, but as the bawling got worse she let out a side and pulled the smelly dork in for a big hug and let him sob into her shoulder.

"there there..let it alll out." She coo'ed, even as the dunk tank started back up again after the distraction and anther ball would hit the target.

As Ben started to unload into the seat of his diapers AGAIN Gwen would roll her eyes. "not what I meant but I guess go ahead ya little poop machine."

Due to the looks they were getting Gwen decided to get them out of the public eye, at least for a bit before they got booted out. spotting a rest room and figuring things were suppose to smell in there she got them inside one of the stalls and then sat on the potty with Ben sitting on her lap with a squish, slowly calming down.

"P-Please turn me back..or at least change me.." Ben sniffled and mewed as Gwen used some TP to wipe his eyes and checks dry.

"I'll change you after I'm sure you're done going for awhile..no point in going though all the 'joys' of wiping your poopie butt clean if your gonna just crap yourself 30 seconds later." Gwen said.

"C-Can't you just..do a magic whammy and poof clean diaper?" Ben asked voice hopeful.

"Thus me, i wish. I can only make the diapers appear, I can't make you get cleaned up. I could get rid of the stinky one but your butt still needs wiping.

"S-See? If you don't wanna wipe my butt then you should change me back to normal and I'll wipe my own butt!" Ben said, giving a big smile and then crying out a apparently anther ball found it's target,and Gwen's lap got a whole lot warmer.

"oh god how am I pooping this much!?!" the tot sized hero wailed.

"Well I always said you were full of shit." Gwen chuckled even as she grimaced at the smell, a factor she hadn't taken into account when plotting this all out.

"NOT FUNNY! I DUN EVEN THINK I CAN WALK ANYMORE!" Ben yelled as the diaper ballooned out like they were in a loony toons short.

"And I can't keep carrying you when your gonna go like this." Gwen said, biting her bottom lip but then her face lighting up. "Oh, Duh. simple solution!"

"Do I even wanna know?" Ben groaned as he finished up, the diaper would be down below his knee caps when she'd go to stand him up.

"You'll see.~"

Just as Ben had figured, he really hadn't wanted to know and wasn't happy with Gwen's solution but with him in his poop filled diaper and her controlling not only when he turned back to normal, but his diaper changes he was in NO position to argue..but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

Gwen's 'brilliant' plan was to go and rent one of the stroller's that the fair had for him to rid around in though it had ended up resulting in a diaper change before they would rent to Gwen.

"yeah no, I let you put him in that and the stink is never coming out, I'll have to toss it." the lady renting them had said, holding her nose.

Ben had been overjoyed to get into a clean diaper even if it meant being strapped into the stroller (his arguments that he could walk on his own now were ignored as he was strapped in) though his joy didn't last long as they were only 20 steps away from the rental booth when anther ball had hit it's target and Ben was destroying anther diaper.

"Holy cow Ben, what are you, all bowels?!?" Gwen asked, though the smirk on her face made him start to think that maybe.. just MAYBE Gwen might of had a hand in his messing nonstop.

'Still, it's just for a little while longer..there's no way she'll wanna keep this spell up plus once gramps see's me, he'll make her undo it.' Ben thought to himself, blissfully unaware that Gwen had no plans for undoing this anytime soon.

Settling into his role as a stroller bound pamper packing toddler, Ben pointed to a bottle knock down game and to a large stuffed duckie that was being offered as a prize.

"Gweeeeen, can you win me that duckie?" Ben asked, holding his hands together.

"heh, of course little guy. anything for my LITTLE cousin." Gwen said, wheeling them over, making plans to get Ben some duck themed outfits.

Oh yeah, Ben's toddler time summer was just starting, and Gwen was going to make sure it wasn't ending any time soon having plans to go back and get lots more of the spring water.

NOT the end