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goodday-goodmorn · 1 year ago

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Todays work is of @ghouljams Cowboy141 au! Featuring the nasty boy himself- König! Told from the lovely perspective of Murphys (an OC of Ghouls for those who don’t know) granddaughter!! Go check out Ghoul they have some amazing COD stuff over there (the demon darling AU is one of my fav’s but they’re known for their fae and cowboy stuff!- odd niches i know-)

You had been thinking about this day for months now. Today would finally be the day you earned your honorary, ‘I sold cookies to Birdie’ badge.

And of course, all good plans begin with a pack of markers, paper, and a whiteboard that you borrowed from the back of your pappy's shop. (He wouldn't miss it, besides if he got grumpy you would just pull out the puppy dog eyes until he relented.)

Using some magnets you pin various torn out notebook papers to the whiteboard. It isn't quite like the movies where they use push pins and red sting but well- that would be inconvenient for your purposes anyway.

Face furrowed in deep concentration you stare at the board as if doing so for long enough would solve all your problems.

“Are you still planning?” A familiar voice rings out beside you, your fellow girl scout and current best friend, Alexis. She sits on a beanbag, sipping on soda as she stares at your mess of plans. You frown, clearly she wouldnt understand the intricacies of how important this was. After all, she already had her Birbe badge.

A perk she got of being the one to make the things, meant that the first year they were implemented, she got to sell to Birdie with no competition.

(You remember standing on the sidelines and watching her turn and hand Birde a box of peanut butter patties with a smug look on her face. It had been painful to have to stand there with your fellow troop members.)

The rewards were worth the sacrifice however, because now there's more at stake than the bragging rights of selling to everyone's favorite teacher. Now, you get an unofficial badge for it, made every year by the crafty hands of Alexis.

This year’s is sitting just over there on the coffee table, nearly finished. All it's missing is the border around the bird in the center, mostly because Alexis ran out of the thread she needed and has yet to ask her grandmother for more.

You sigh, grumbling out something as you continue to stare at the board.

She shakes her head and goes back to playing Minecraft on her older cousin's well loved Xbox. Trying not to die by the hands of a spider, she says, “Look- if you’re so serious about it why not just find a way through Goose?” You frown more, shaking your head. As much as you do get along well with your pappy’s favorite customer…

“Nope, not possible. Birdie’s friends are banned ever since Moon started complain’ bout it… Plus after Jordans stunt last year of getting in the good graces of Birdie’s momma- we aren't allowed to do stuff like that.” You explain, using a marker to scribble out more ideas and add to your current map of where Birdie might be when you all get access to the cookies.

She tends to be out during it, likely to make it harder for people to earn their badge by camping out on her front porch.

How she knew when you all got the first cookie shipments, you weren't sure. Probaby Moon. Yeah- definitely Moon.

“Besides,” you continue, switching your marker to a purple color, “Even if I did- that wouldn't be me selling to Birdie- it would be me selling to Goose. So it don’t count.”

She hums, “Tough luck.” You sigh dejectedly, nodding. She finally kills the spider and then turns to you, from the depths of her very filled pockets she fishes out a lollipop. She offers it to you like she's offering you a hit after a stressful day at your 9 to 5.

Gratefully, you take it, green apple, nice.

“Well, I wish ya the best of luck. If you fail, offers open to go selling with me later.” You nod, waving her off, “Mhm… i reckon ill get it this year though.”

She shrugs, pointing to the nearly finished badge which sits a few feet away. “Well, if you do, then that badge is as good as yours.”

You stare at it longingly, vowing to yourself that this year you would finally-

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“You didn't do it did you?”

You frown, a sour look on your face as you try and fix your now messed up braids. Alexis sits beside you, the two of you back in her grandmother's basement. She's got a bag of frozen peas against your jaw, trying to prevent the bruise you know is coming. You say nothing, instead just sitting there with a pout, normally you wouldn't be this upset but…

“So who did manage it this year?” She asks, leaving you to hold the peas while she goes to grab the first aid kit under the coffee table.

“Susie May.”

Alexis bumps her head on the table as she pops up, looking surprised. “Again?” She sounds as incredulous as you are upset.

“Yeah!” You cry angrily, throwing your free hand up.

She whistles, walking over to you and tending to your scraped up knees. It's something that happens so often you don't really feel it, but both you and Alexis know that if your parents, or her grandma, sees you all banged up and bruised, they won't be happy. “How’d she manage that?” She inquires, cleaning your scrapes and pulling out bandages.

“Playing fuckin’ dirty thats how.” You parents would also not be very happy with your use of swears but it's just Alexis and you right now. Plus you are rather pissed off at the manner in which Susie happened to win the race this year.

“Yeah I can see that…” Alexis mumbles, taking in your dusty clothes, frazzled hair, and scraped up knees. You decide to make it worse by opening your mouth and showing how your tooth is now loose and barely hanging on by a thread. It's a baby tooth, luckily, but still.

Alexis blinks, “How in the hell-?”

“She pulled on my braids just as I was about to get there. I tried to not fall but sending all my weight forward meant when she let go-”

“-You fell flat on your face?”

You nod, grumbling under your breath. The reason you're so upset is because well- Susie May already has her badge. And she was also the one to sell cookies to Birdie last year. Which means this is her third time selling.

The general polite thing to do after getting your badge is to either A) back out of the race to sell entirely, or B) if you’re gonna participate, give it a year or two after you earned your badge, then continue with much less vigor.

Alexis seems rather irritated herself, grumbling about how she's not gonna make a badge for someone who already has one.

There wouldn't be a point, plus it's such a waste of her time and supplies. And because Birdie only buys a box from the first girl scout to reach her- that means no one gets a badge this year.

Safe to say the troop is not gonna be happy about this. Not one bit. And you are eagerly awaiting the next time you all meet up and Alexis gets to break to everyone that the reason no one gets a badge this year is thanks to Susie.

After Alexis has finished patching you up, you huff, resting your chin in your hands as you drop the pea bag.

“Well- that was a bust.” Alexis says with a sympathetic shrug, flashing the Birdie badge, “Guess you’ll get it next year.”

You groan, flopping over to lay on the beanbag. She in turn, grabs her own girl scout sash and uniform, “Well since you failed-” You glare at the reminder to which she puts her hands up in surrender- “Since you…didn't get it. You wanna go with me to try and outsell her?”

You think it over but it really isn’t a hard decision, “Alright. But we’re stoping at pappy’s place, i need to fix my braids.”

“Cant you just do it yourself?”

“Yeah but he can do it with ribbons and considering Susie's got the Cherry with her, we’re gonna need some extra charm.”

Alexis pulls a face, “Since when does Cherry hang out with Susie May of all people?”

You shrug, waiting for your friend to finish getting ready. “Dunno. Though, I'm kinda hoping Cherry finds out what happened and punches her.” Out of your little trio of friends, Cherry could hit the hardest. She was smaller and shorter than both you and Alexis, and looked like a little angel, (hence why you and Alexis used her to make a bunch of sells), but you both knew she was a proper troublemaker.

Course- none of the adults did, which made things very useful for both her, you, and Alexis whenever you three decided to get into trouble.

Alexis grumbles, a bit upset by the news, understandable, she didn't have many friends other than you and Cherry so she probably wasn't taking the news that Cherry was hanging out with someone else very well. You decided to make it your mission to cheer both yourself and her up.

“It's alright, I reckon we can handle it without her.”

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“You sure we’ll even find anyone out here?” Alexis asks, skeptical. Fair,

considering the two of you have been riding your bikes for a while now.

You nod, reaffirming for what feels like the hundredth time, “Mhm! Look I'm telling ya- I saw some newcomers at Pappys shop a few days ago! And they certainly ain't in town, which means they gotta be out here somewhere.”

She frowns, “This doesn't feel worth it though.”

You shrug, “Well we already got everyone in town that we could for now, and they aren't gonna want any more cookies till at least a week so…”

She makes a face, knowing you’re right. “Fineeee. But once we find a house and sell we’re leaving. If we don't then we might not be back before dark.”

She glances up at the sky and you scoff, “You’re such a worry wart. We’ll be fineeee.”

She raises her eyebrow, “That's what you said last time and we ended up having to race home.”

You pull your lips into a thin line, and before she can say anything else, you see a ranch in view. “Oh look! A place let's go-!” You say quickly, racing ahead and leaving her to quickly pedal after you.

You stop on the road and hop off your bike, tugging your basket of girl scout cookies off the backseat. Alexis does the same, unclipping her helmet and letting it hang on her bike handle. “Huh, those horses are big as hell.” She comments, making you turn your head to see the draft horses.

You are overtaken with the urge to ride one of them, if only to be able to see how high up you would be.

Alexis cuts you off before you can even consider, “Don't even think about it. Your momma would be pissed if you tried.”

You huff, of course you weren't gonna try. That would just be a plain stupid idea, you have no idea what temperament those horses have. Still would be cool if you could though. “Whatever, let's go!” You run off towards the house, leaving your friend to scramble after you.

In the process you accidentally trip over something, but as per usual you simply get up and keep going. When Alexis does finally catch up to you, shes huffing and holding up something small and light in her free hand. The other is gripping onto her cookie basket. She calls your name and then suddenly stops, looking past you at…

Huh. That guy’s nearly as big as his horses. Once more you are overcome with a similar urge to ride on his shoulders. He kinda looks familiar actually…

Alexis comes up to your side, fussing over you and you quickly realize why. There's blood in your mouth, and that's when you realize the thing she's holding just so happens to be one of your front two teeth.

The big man seems even more concerned by the sight of blood, he slings the shotgun he was holding over his back and awkwardly bends down to you speaking in what you assume is german. “Geht es dir gut, Kleiner?” He talks weirdly soft for such a big fella.

At the absolute blank look you give him he blinks, and then translates, “Are you alright?”

“Oh uhhhhh” You ponder the question, are you? Yeah, mostly anyway. You can't feel any pain, but the taste of blood isn't exactly something you enjoy and its quickly overtaking your mouth. You spit to the side, smile, then give him a thumbs up with your free hand. However, when you’re missing a tooth and your teeth are stained with blood- it doesn't serve to reassure him.

Alexis takes hold of your shoulders and pries your mouth open, (in the process temporarily setting down her cookies), looking at the gap in your teeth intently to make sure you’re alright.

She frowns and turns to the big fellow- (who oddly enough seems more nervous of her than she is of him, he stiffens) -with a scowl. She isn't meaning too, you know, she just happens to have a resting bitch face, but the man doesn't know that. “Can we borrow your sink?”

The man seems to clearly have questions, namely why the hell you’re here, until he notices your sashes. “Pfadfinderinnen...?” He mumbles to himself, then upon being blankly stared at by the unwavering gaze of Alexis he nods, guiding the two of you to the house.

Not by leading you there, but rather by standing behind you and ushering the two of you forward like you were little mice. Mice that bite apparently, because despite ushering you forward he keeps a wide berth, as if scared to get too close and frighten you.

(Which you thought was strange considering out of you and Alexis, he was the more nervous one.)

Normally you wouldn't care too much about your missing tooth. Cause well- now you could get some extra pocket money from the tooth fairy! But right now, you do wanna go inside and rinse out your mouth. As much as you could suck up the taste of your own blood- you would rather not pedal all the way home with it. Also you wanna get a good look at where your tooth is missing. Plus maybe you could pull sympathy points and get this guy to buy a bunch a’ cookies, considering you tripped on his property, It was worth a shot.

He seems so weirdly familiar, that you can't help but stare. Oddly enough, this only makes him even more awkward. Does he recognize you? Once the three of you are inside, before Alexis can shove you off to the bathroom mirror and sink, you bluntly say, “Do I know you? You’re weirdly familiar…”

You frown, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. He stiffens but before he can respond, Alexis is pulling you into his restroom. Predictably, the counters are built for him and therefore tall as fuck, so she has to help you climb up there so you can comfortably rinse your mouth out without struggle. Now sitting on the countertop, blood washed down the drain, you inspect your mouth.

“Hahah! Alexis look- look-!” You say excitedly, pointing to the gap to which she just sighs. You turn on her, leaning forward excitedly, “Wait-! Wait wait wait- did you get my tooth?”

She looks at you blankly, saying your name.

“...Yeah?”

“Of course I picked up the tooth, why wouldn't i?” She fishes it out of her pocket, accidentally pulling out various random strings and threads it was tangled in. In the process, pulling out a few pebbles and other assorted nicknacks. They clatter to the ground but she pays them no mind.

You hold both your hands out for her to place the tooth in your open palms. It's covered in blood, dirt, and pocket lint.

“Its beautiful.” You say with a large grin to which she nods seriously, “How much you think I'll get for it???” There's excitement in your tone.

She ponders for a moment, “Well- for my first one I got 15 dollars. My first front one was worth a pretty penny too… I heard that Maxie got 20 for his first tooth.” She shrugs, you both grin, matching smiles that say, ‘Oh we are so going to the candy shop later.’

You hop off the counter and then the two of you are speaking to each other in hushed but excited tones, leaning into each other and swinging your baskets. When you walk back into the living room, you find the man awkwardly standing there. It's then you nudge Alexis.

(Mostly because she doesn't get to make sales often, she never was very good at talking to people. Some could say her personality was an acquired taste, she was blunt and awkward, however, luckily for her, the man in front of you both seemed even more awkward.)

(Typically cherry made all the sales, and if not her, than you. So- you wanted to give Alexis a chance to shine.)

“Oh yeah.” She blinks and then turns to the man.

“Uh- Hey mister.” She looks him directly in his eyes, he seems uncomfortable at the direct attention. “You want cookies?”

He blinks.

She blinks.

“...Cookies?”

“Yup.”

…The man is silent after that. So is Alexis. They both just stare at each other awkwardly. Well, you were proud of her for trying and that's all that mattered-! “Sure.” Wait what? That worked?

Alexis blinks, seemingly just as surprised as you. She shuffles with her cookie basket, “Okay.” She says, and then more silence ensues. You nudge her gently and she kickstarts again, “Uh- what flavor do you want?”

“What is good?” He inquires, tilting his head slightly to which Alexis looks at you at the same time you look at her. The two of you share a glance with meaning behind it. And then you’re pulling out boxes and doing what you did best: talking.

With your sales pitch, combined with the genuine occasional comments of Alexis, you end up talking for a whole 20 minutes. By the time you are finished, the man now has an armful of different cookie boxes. Everytime he would so much as make any sort of positive comment, or hum or “I see…” Alexis would silently bring him that flavor and hold it up to him. Too awkward to refuse, he simply took each box.

“Uh- kleines Mädchen- you gave me two of this one…” He says almost timidly at Alexis while you ramble about Trefoils. She stares up at him, unblinking.

“That ones my favorite.” She says simply, as if that explains everything. Konig can't find himself to protest against her absolute deadpan as she settles the box of Adventurfuls in his arms with the rest.

At some point he sat down in his armchair, making it much easier for Alexis to slowly yet surely add to the growing pile of cookies he holds.

“-It's a classic, these are based off of the original girl scout cookie recipe! You just gotta try em Mister- i mean the texture is just to die for-” You let Alexis take the Trefoils from your hands and replace it with a box of thin mints. She slowly and calmly goes to add the Trefoils to the pile.

“Oh! Now this one- lemme tell ya Mister- this is like the girl scout cookie, everyone loves a good thin mint!”

You don't even have to say more about that one before Alexis takes it and puts in his arms, patting the top of the box gently. Then she walks back over to you and holds her basket in both her hands, silent. She's pulling out a sheet of paper from her basket, and a pencil from her pocket, scribbling away as you finish your spiel.

“-And that concludes all the flavors!” He blinks, looking relieved to finally be free, alas you continue, “-Lets see for all that, that’a be…”

You turn towards Alexis who was calculating on her paper and cuts in with a casual, “372 dollars and 46 cents.”

To your delight, he simply shuffles, careful not to let any of the boxes fall as he dejectedly gets his wallet. He pulls out four 100 dollar bills and softly tells you to keep the change, you and Alexis’s eyes are wide as you stare at the money now in your hands. The two of you share a glance and then with your sweetest (now gap toothed) smile, you thank him.

Then with hardly any more words you and Alexis book it out of there, waving goodbye and leaving him stunned. Alexis is just staring at the money with wide, amazed eyes and you are excitedly chatting her ear off.

“Look at that! I can't believe you managed to get such a good sale- oh my god Cherry is gonna flip! You probably got us halfway to our quota already-!”

“I… I did that?” She says in slight amazement, technically you both did, but you'll let your friend have the win on this one.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah…” She says, a small smile growing on her face as you playfully shove her.

“See- i told you this would be worth it.”

She blinks and then looks very concerned all of a sudden. She says your name with a growing horror. You tilt your head, urging her to continue. She gestures to the sun which is starting to fade. Shit. And then the two of you end up frantically pedaling back to town, panickedly laughing all the way. It isn't until you are home and in bed that you remember why the large fellow was so familiar.

He's the guy you threatened to ban from your Pappy's shop a month ago!

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pidovespost0519 · 8 days ago

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hi, Birdy! how about 🕊️ and 🦅 for a s/i of your choice? :3c

Hello Seraphine my dear!! thank you for your patience and the asks!! I'm sorry it took 3 days to answer uwu

🕊️. How well does your self insert get along with the cast of the media they are for ?

Answering this for Prim, because I feel like I brushed over her while answering about Mei and Calypso.

so let's go over the LI list and see who she likes shall we? (in this case all the Li's are men just cus it's easier and more drama)

Robin: Because of her relationship with Avery and making Robin uncomfortable their relationship is rather strained unfortunately. They're still friends though and she can count on robin for anything, She uses Avery's money to save Robin too so he ends up having begrudging respect for Avery.

Eden: Prim thinks Eden is very hot, and can appreciate the contrasts between her, Avery and him. She's concerned about Eden being lonely than anything though. He doesn't appreciate her concern, because she never follows through and stays with him. She gets kidnapped by him. They play a little game where she goes and cleans the place for him, forages and make grease. And when she's done, she breaks out and runs. wants to get this man a duck or perhaps a goldfish.

Kylar: She doesn't really like Kylar much, finding him creepy (poor dude) And since she's constantly wearing expensive heels and fights off people she doesn't often find use in Kylar's protection. Still stands up for him though when she can because she's never had a lot of status to begin with and losers stick together.

Whitney: Doesn't like Whitney much but she doesn't fight his dominance much either. Calls him a prick but doesn't beat him up when he humiliates her and it drives Whitney insane that she has an "Avery's trophy" on her pubic bone. Very hot and cold relationship.

Sidney: Likes Sidney! sits with him and Robin often, though she often gets written on because she forgets to return her books. Doesn't corrupt him and sometimes goes to church with him while the nuns and priests glare at her.

Alex: She sees Alex as her boss, hasn't had a lot of interaction with him or Remy though as she hasn't needed the money (thanks to her sugar daddy) (hates remy though because at one point she got kidnapped and it took forever to get back, bit Remy as much as she could)

Black Wolf: Doesn't like Black Wolf very much, as she doesn't have much experience with him other than getting annoyed when he and the pack kidnap her.

Great Hawk: Has not had a reason to go to the moor so she also doesn't have much experience with Great Hawk and doesn't have a strong opinion.

Bonus: Prim also is concerned about Bailey and feels bad for him. Has tried to seduce him when she didn't have enough money and failed miserably and can't look him in the eye anymore.

🦅. In what ways does your self insert's strength(s) show ?

I'd say Prim's strength is her physical strength (thx swimming lessons!) and uhhh her craftiness regarding her circumstances. Because I didn't do any sort of skullduggery in my playthrough there were a lot of things I had to do to get around the uh... bad consequences. She's manipulative too, understanding people's weak spots and exploiting them. She exploits Avery's insecurity of strength for more money

absolute monster I say

#the businessman 눈_눈 #friends!#ask games #Prim and proper

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lilitophidian · 11 months ago

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@cast-you-dxwn ; Bird brain with a party hat answers the door as one returns home to see her family's endeavors. How annoying.

Darkness came in the form of a woman.

Clad in a scarf wrapped around the head of almost white-blonde locks tied at the chin as glasses perched upon the nose. A slight slide downwards of frames to peer towards the bird-brain before her.

Observant was she who took instant note of his little....'Party hat.' A creation of her Hellspawn as she'd know such crafty work from loads of lovely affectionate art made by such small hands many years ago. While the snake mistress had many troubles feeling certain things, it seemed she kept sentiments in the human heart hidden in the depths.

What the everlasting flying fuck was he doing here? The last she saw of the bastard was him helping to cast her and her beloved birdie down here for all eternity.

Grace held regardless as an eyebrow raised from his response. A look of disgust for a split second as slitted eyes narrowed.

"They don't tell you much, do they? Ha. Funny. I probably wouldn't tell you much, either."

Clenching her jaw for a moment, she loosened up in an attempt to hold any anger lingering. Her first response was that of being where she had been, not that she cared what he thought anyway. As far as she was concerned, he could eat it. "And I have missed them as well."

Perhaps that wasn't a lie.

"But, what exactly are YOU doing here, Michael?"

To be fair, she was a tad irritated that her little stag hadn't informed her of such. The eyes could only see so much when it came to those under her contract. But that conversation would be pressed later.

#cast-you-dxwn #⋆˖⁺‧₊☽⚸☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ answer

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freakyshibs · 1 year ago

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Grojband older hcs pt 2!

Their shared apartment consists of 3 bedrooms, with Corey and Laney sharing a room together

Theres an Xbox in the living room, the boys mostly are on it, but Laney also plays on it from time to time (she probably plays COD and Stardew Valley ngl)

Kins inventions are still a work in progress and he almost blew up the bathroom once from one of them

They all have their logo tatted on a different part of their bodies

Corey - Chest

Laney - Shoulder

Kin - Mid thigh

Kon - Back

Corey and Laney usually have date nights, whether it be in or out of the apartment (if its in the apartment tho they make sure Kin and Kon aren’t there, bc they usually butt in and ruin the romantic mood for them)

Laney and Kin both have very successful jobs, Kon works at a flower shop, and Corey does business for tattoos

Laney and Coreys cat is named Garfield, (bc hes a fat orange tabby cat) and Kin and Kons sheep dog is named Archie

I like to imagine that Laney has a job in the morning so she leaves when the boys are just waking up, saying goodbye to the twins and giving a kiss to Coreys cheek as his

They have a scrapbook of Kins photos he took of the gang

They are still a band ofc, gigs are easier when they are older

The love lives of the twins are very mia,

(But a little birdie told me Kin is talking with Kim and Kon ended up finding someone where he works at)

Corey and Laney are def that couple that celebrates their year anniversaries

They all have a set playlist that they listen to wherever (apartment ,car, or even a party they throw)

Laney and Corey have a separate one 🫡

Laney actually found some friends who were girls at her job (LET HER HAVE SOME GIRL BESTIES DAMMIT!) and they all have sleepovers from time to time (they definitely ask how her and Corey are doing)

Kon also knits alot, hes a very crafty guy

The only movie Corey will deliberately sit down and watch through the entire thing is Scott Pilgrim, bc he thinks its ‘just like the band’

They all have piercings, with Corey having the most,

Ears

Lip

Snake Bites

Eyebrow

#grojband #i love these they are so fun

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sleepoverzine · 2 months ago

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🌟𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽✨🌙

|🌈 Up next is Birdie as an activity creator! Get festive with this simple yet crafty project!

@bitchbot3000

#zine promo #anime zine #90s anime #contributor spotlight

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withahappyrefrain · 8 months ago

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I feel like Mrs Floyd, Penny and Phoenix (I feel like she’s secretly crafty) knit or crochet a blanket to cover Baby Floyd’s isolette -NICU Nurse anons with too many ideas 😂

I'm debating having this fic take place in the parking spots universe and can absolutely see that!! I can see Birdie joining too.

The entire squad and their significant others come together to support the Floyds. They are cooking food, putting the nursery together, and getting balloons!

#ask

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netherfeildren · 1 year ago

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I just want to say thank you for giving me a place to just read. This is gonna sound kinda weird but with fanfiction and just stories in general i sometimes struggle with suspense and fear that the characters won't be ok, i am trying to overcome that but just knowing all your stories have a happy ending and that you will finish them is super duper comforting and let's me experience your stories like a normal human :)

i am exactly the same way!! i hate the feeling of being invested in a story and fearing the characters i grow to love won’t turn out alright. and i feel like that’s only heightened with characters you know and love especially one like joel who we know canon hurt so badly. you’ll never ever have to worry about me writing anything where he doesn’t get a happy ending i don’t see the point for myself in it tbh or of me hurting a character who’s already been so hurt. with the exception of an exercise like the ‘joel’ FoG piece which was only a crafty sort of thing i’d pieced together over a long period of time and which was more so a way for me to say something about the concept of grief that i wanted to say and using birdie as a conduit to do that. but i’m so glad this is a safe space for the both of us, thank u for your message 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#vic replies

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thelaundrybitch · 2 years ago

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🍪🍰for Buttercup, Drese and Jehannet :)

Hey!!! Thanks for the ask! It took me a hot minute because Drese was being uncooperative, but I sent in the big guns (thanks to Thea) and got answers 😅

Once again, sorry this is hella long 😬

🌼Buttercup🌼

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to your OC?

Her glasses.

Buttercup chooses to wear her glasses whereas Sunshine prefers contacts.

This was majorly because Buttercup was sick of being mistaken for Sunshine.

However, when the Meadows twins were helping their mother clean out their grandmother's attic the summer after she passed away, Buttercup came across a box that said "For my pretty little flower girl". Inside were her Nana's cat-eye glasses from the 70's. The frames were in nearly new condition.

Since she found them at 17, she's had her lenses specially cut to fit the frames. They are the only ones she wears.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Negligence in safety. Particularly pertaining to upper management when they choose to 'look the other way' concerning worker safety. After all, that was the whole reason Sunshine was injured when they were back in college.

🧚‍♀️Drese🧚‍♀️

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to your OC?

She has a jewelry box her mother made for her. It opens and the ballerina inside that spins to music, is a fairy.

Drese was always upset that she never grew wings like the rest of her elven-fairy relatives. So her mom, being a crafty woman, made her the box and told her she was strong and intelligent, and didn't need wings to fly. But she hoped that this dancing fairy would help to inspire her someday.

Later down the road, after her mother had passed, and she was living with her older sister, Drese came out of her bedroom one day, very upset that the music portion of the box had finally died.

June offered her condolences and left it at that.

However, once Drese was shipped off to boot camp for Ranger training, June had the wind-up music box replaced.

June had planned on giving Drese the box upon her return from bootcamp, but the military had Drese shipped out overseas instead of giving her any time to come home first. So June shipped the box overseas for her little sister's birthday.

Drese opened the box and read June's handwritten note:

"I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of fixing your treasure box. And as your bonus mom, I want you to know that your mother was right. You will never need wings. Because you are the wind that gives us the ability to spread ours and fly."

Winding the crank, the little ballerina fairy spun in circles as "Wind Beneath My Wings" played from the little box that Drese would treasure forever.

Wind Beneath My Wings

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

For Drese, preying on people weaker than them - specifically women and children - will land the bullies in an early grave. She dgaf who it is.

"Oh... and going after your friend's love interest" *Glares at Birdie*

💛Jehannet💛

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to your OC?

One of the necklaces he wears was made for him by Michelangelo when they were younger. It was his birthday gift on his 17th birthday, right before he "went missing".

Because he was so much smaller and thinner when it was made. He had to add another chain to it until just recently when Michelangelo plucked it off of him during a training exercise and secretly fixed it for him for his birthday this past May.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Hurting his Buttercup in any form or fashion.

*He will turn into the hulk and annihilate anything and anyone that gets in his way as he tries to get to her*

Thank you! Feel free to send in more asks if any other OC tickles your fancy! 💖

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mightystargazer · 6 months ago

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Birdie!

for the library Storybook Project through @aktivitetshuset_pomona .

(Free) Pattern by @stellasyarnuniverse

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twistingtreeancestry · 7 months ago

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My Cherokee Princess

It's a tale as old as bloodlines.

In honor of Canada's observance of National Indigenous Peoples Day, I want to talk about the Indigenous North American myths in the closets of my family history.

Before I get to that, however, I want to highlight some amazing, educational, funny, dedicated, and/or crafty Indigenous creators or brands I follow. They are not listed in a particular order, and this is not a comprehensive list. I do my best to only use the names and titles that the individuals publicly use themselves. Please let me know of corrections!

None of the links I'm including in this post are affiliated or endorsed in any way.

Birdie Sam, T'lingit

Bisan Owda, Palestinian

Angeline Boulley, Nish Kwe

Ari Tison, Bribri

Melissa Blair, Anishinaabekwe

Dani Trujillo, Indigenous and Chicana

Azalea Crowley, Kānaka Maoli and Filipino American

Ida Helene Benonisen, Sámi - Reconnecting

One Way Sky, band, Gila River Indian Community and the Tohono O'odham Nation

Turanga Morgan-Edmonds, Māori

Yolteotl Creations (Angie Zuzeth), Tongva - Reconnecting

Mozart Gabriel, Taos Pueblo and Diné Navajo Salt Clan

Birdy Brzezinski, Menominee/Potawatomi

Paaka Davis, Māori

Che Jim, Diné, Nishnaabe, and Chicano

Vanessa Brousseau, Inuk

Waŋblí Luta Win, Sicangu and Oglala Lakota

Ray Tony Charlie, Coast Salish Elder

Hāwane Rios, Kānaka 'Ōiwi

Lily Hi'ilani Okimura, Kānaka Maoli

Nikki Apostolou, Kanien'kéha

Kayuula Nova, Inuk

Tse shá’íí Chíníí, Lipan Apache and Shoshone

Next, I want to share some websites (also in no particular order and non-comprehensive) that I'm currently adding to a Linktree that I hope to air soon.

Land Back

Protect Uncontacted Tribes Petition

Helping Homeless Keiki Succeed

Demand a Ceasefire in Gaza

Orange Shirt Society

Native Justice Coalition

MMIWUSA

Defense for Children International Palestine

Indian Residential School Survivors Society

Council for Native Hawaiian Advancement

Lāhui Foundation

Palestine Children's Relief Fund

International Work Group for Indigenous Affairs

A Little Background

It was said my paternal side had distant blood relations to the Apache, Blackfoot, Cherokee, and Comanche nations (as well as French and English), while my maternal side had distant blood relations to the Sioux Confederacy (as well as Scandinavian and Irish).

As a child, I took this at face value. I thought surely the elders of my family would know with certainty who we were and where we came from. As an adult, I know better.

Raised with my paternal family, we "knew" we had Native American blood, but it wasn't something to specify outside of the home. My Pawpaw would tell me since we didn't live the way Native Americans did, it wasn't right to call ourselves that. We were proud Cajuns, and that's all anyone else needed to know. At the time, and even among some today, it's believed that to be Cajun automatically makes you at least part Native, though that's a false generalization.

My mother never spoke much about the alleged Sioux connection within her family. It was just a "truth" passed down. She used to call me her "Indian baby" [mega cringe to think back on] due to my tanned skin when I was born and how dark my tan could get as I grew. In elementary school, I was called an "Indian Coonass" and was relentlessly told that my skin wasn't tanned, it was dirty. Spoiler: No, it wasn't.

Whether I was Native American or not, it became a minute piece of my identity—a negative one, at that. By middle school, I rejected the Cajun and Native American identities that were forced on me and I stayed out of the sun as much as I could. By high school, I was no longer fluent in Cajun or Metropolitan French, had largely dropped my accent, and all thoughts of being Native American or Cajun were banished to the void.

After I left Louisiana, my actual knowledge of Native American issues began to deepen, and it finally started sinking in that the family lore was likely wrong. I never considered myself Native American again, as I doubted I would find proof to the contrary.

Nearly Caught Up

It was about this time that I initially made my first family tree on Ancestry.com. I had multiple reasons for doing so, but it was in part to set my familial record straight. I wanted to prove once and for all that we had no Native American blood or affiliations to stop the perpetuation of the Cherokee Princess myth. It was literally the least I could do.

I realized fairly quickly that I didn't know much about my relatives. I didn't care to know my biodad's side of the family that I already knew, and my mother's side had always been somewhat of a mystery.

Thankfully, the family members that I kept in my life were able to give me a great headstart. Sadly, I didn't know much about how to research family history at the time. When I kept hitting brick walls, I got bored and put it down. It was largely forgotten about for years.

In 2016, I discovered Find a Grave. I regularly visit cemeteries, so it seemed like a great idea to help connect the dead to their living or departed families. It gave me a chance to discover more about these long-forgotten people and to tell their stories—to let them live if but for a moment in someone's consciousness.

While researching, I discovered multiple other sites and tools. It eventually led me back to my family tree. This time around, I've learned more than I ever thought I would. As I added individuals and family to my tree, it was amazing to make speculative connections from the past to things about me now. I've always been afraid of sailing across the ocean. Could that be generational trauma that influenced my genes from my ancestors and their families dying aboard ships during Le Grand Dérangement?

Now, as I briefly mentioned in my essay, Happy National DNA Day!, I have 0.3% Indigenous American traces in my DNA. This lends credence to having a Native American ancestor. Is it on my maternal side? Paternal? Who knows, because I haven't definitive proof that the individual even exists.

23andMe traces back roughly 8 generations, so I have an approximate time frame. That's not overly helpful when I can't even make it past 3rd great-grandparents on some branches. Still, I've ended up with 3 unverified possibilities.

"Potential" Indigenous Ancestors

Marie "Madam Treville" Lantier

The first possibility is my supposed paternal 4th great-grandmother, Marie. She was an alleged Indigenous traiteur who lived in Egan, Acadia Parish, Louisiana, USA. I learned of her through a distant relative that I met while inquiring about my 3rd great-grandmother Mary Louise (Marjolet) Simon. No sources or additional information were given, save for the warning that my relative couldn't verify Marie existed. Neither have I.

Joseph Doucet

The second possibility is my paternal 5th great-grandfather (of a different lineage), Joseph. Other descendants of his have accepted the claim that he is Joseph "of Atakapa" Doucet. Granted, I haven't done a lot of research on this family unit, but I did make it a point to look into this for a few days.

According to a French adventurer named Louis LeClerc Milfort, Joseph was a European Jesuit who had been chosen by a band of Atakapa Natives to be their chief and had been living with them for barely over a decade with his six children.

I've read and reread the entry Milfort wrote in 1781 that discusses this encounter, and I cannot rightfully claim that my ancestor Joseph Doucet is Joseph "of Atakapa". There is no substantial identifying information that possibly links the two. For one, it never mentions Joseph's surname. As a matter of fact, these are the only two times his name is even mentioned.

"He told me that his name was Joseph [. . .]" "[. . .] I took leave of Joseph and of the Atakapas [. . .]"

The entry doesn't list a wife, and the only wife I have a record of is Celeste Bellard, but they didn't marry until 1805. The only children I have a record of are their two children, the first (my ancestor) was born after the entry. None of the six children mentioned in the entry were named.

"I have six children whom I love a great deal, and with whom I want to end my days."

There's also an issue with the timeline. Based on the father I have listed for my Joseph, he couldn't have been born before the late 1760s. However, based on the listed siblings I have for him, it's more likely he was born in the early to mid-1770s. This would put him at approximately 11 years old or younger. That's pretty young to have 6 kids and be a chief. Even if you assume he was born in the late 1760s, that really only tacks on an extra few years.

Based on a lack of substantial information and evidence, as well as my observations, I don't consider my Joseph and Joseph "of Atakapa" to be the same individual.

Germain Doucet

The last possibility is Joseph Doucet's 3rd great-grandfather, my 10th, Germain. According to the Mi'kmaq Nation's tribal pages (which has since been modified and no longer shows this passage) said:

"Germain Doucet, born 1641, is a Mi’kmaq man with a Turtle Island YDNA haplogroup, his lineage founded a ship building company that is still in business today, the family-owned fishing schooners and some Doucet men were registered owners of ships in the international shipping industry during the early 1700s. Germain and his descendants are Mi'kmaq men and members of the Mi'kmaq Tribe."

Now, there is a new passage that reads:

"The genealogy of the Doucet Turtle Island YDNA haplogroup descending from Germain Doucet raised by the French colonist, Germain Doucet is possibly the YDNA male clan lineage of the Membertou family of the Mi’kmaq Tribe. DNA testing of the 1610 Wampum Belt Treaty with Pope Paul V could confirm Turtle Island YDNA and MTDNA haplogroups of all who have touched the 1610 Wampum Belt Treaty, including Pope Paul V. DNA is a molecular clock. Because the identity of Germain’s mother is not recorded it is unknown what the mtDNA haplogroup is of Germain’s mother. Autosomal DNA test results of Germain and his wife Marie Landry’s descendants will eventually assist in the triangulation of kinship relationships to identify and confirm the identity of Germain’s mother and her relationship to the Membertou family."

Due to the Native Heritage Project, it seems beyond a shadow of a doubt that Germain is indeed a Mi'kmaq Native. I don't count him as an ancestor yet, despite getting a DNA match with another descendent of his, because I haven't done my own research and collected documented evidence that I'm a direct descendent of his and Mary/Marie Landry.

So. . . Am I Indigenous? Can I claim Indigeneity and join a tribe?

What happens if I can definitively prove these three ancestors (or anyone else) are Indigenous? Does that make me Indigenous? Well, in the most basic of ways, yes. I have Indigenous American DNA, so to that extent, I am a wee bit Indigenous American. Does that mean I get to claim Indigeneity? No, it certainly does not. Can I join a tribe? No, I certainly cannot.

While some tribes or individuals are quick to genuinely welcome anyone with a single drop of Native blood with open arms, that isn't the rule, and it shouldn't be expected or demanded by white folk who get excited at trace amounts of Native DNA.

According to the Native Governance Center, "about 70% of the federally recognized Native nations that share geography with the United States use blood quantum as a metric for citizenship." Generally, you'd need about 25% of your DNA to be Indigenous American to be recognized as such. I have less than 1%. How could I seriously justify making such a claim about myself? How could I seriously think I have a rightful place within a tribe?

Being Indigenous

Due to the history of Indigenous people being stripped of their land, families, spirituality, and other cultural and religious practices, many tribes and individuals are stringent on who can call themselves Native. Many white folks get up in arms about this, calling it gatekeeping and racist, when in actuality it's a safeguard against further whitewashing and colonization. It's a protective barrier against those who willy-nilly want to be "Indian Princesses" or want to reap the few benefits that Indigenous people can get.

This brings me to the term "Pretendian". A Pretendian is someone who is not of Native descent, typically knows that they aren't, but still peddles the false narrative that they are in order to capitalize off of the (usually) stereotypical identity/product/service. This term also encompasses my family, even if we assumed it to be an honest mistake. The issue is that for generations we blindly accepted that we were Indigenous, took on Indigenous trauma and triumph that we had no right to, without ever looking to verify it.

Pretendians happen for many reasons. Some are intentionally malicious while others are completely innocuous, or somewhere in between. It could be shame over the atrocities ancestors committed against Natives, assuaged by assuming a Native identity. It could be for a leg-up on land claims over other colonizers. It could be that other races/ethnicities would rather be thought of as Native instead of their actual race/ethnicity. It could be that a non-Native family lived among Native families, and over time the story changed to the non-Native family being a Native family.

No matter the reason, it's never a good excuse to continue perpetuating this harmful practice when you either know better or could easily learn better in 2024.

Indigenous people have always deserved better from us, and we've failed them at every turn. They simply want their right to exist as they please and return to being stewards of the land we've decimated.

Indigenous Voices

There is still a lot that I don't know about Indigenous issues. Am I using the proper terms? Is the history I reference/know true or colonized and whitewashed? Am I misrepresenting a people I'm not part of? What if there are conflicting viewpoints among the same group or individuals?

Until I get checked, I won't know.

The important part of striving to be an ally and accomplice to Indigenous people is accepting that because you're not of them and don't share their experiences, you'll likely never know everything you should or want, but you should never stop learning what you can.

It's also important to accept that you'll be checked at least once as long as you're participating in discussions involving Indigeneity. I've been checked multiple times over the years, most recently by a Romani person. Due to listening to other Romani voices, I pushed back against a picture posted on Facebook that used the g-slur. It definitely wasn't used in an intentionally offensive way, but I'd learned that as an ally and accomplice, I should still push back.

I wasn't aggressive but offered an alternative picture that didn't use the word with an explanation of why. Then the Romani person confronted me and told me that I shouldn't speak on behalf of their people and that they saw no issue with the use of the word. What should I do in that situation? There are conflicting voices and I'm being publicly reprimanded.

When Indigenous people (or anyone of any race/ethnicity/nationality) use their voice to correct you on topics that pertain to them, you should put your pride and ego aside to listen. Could they be way off-base? Sure. They're human, too. Does an individual or tribe speak for all individuals or tribes? No, humans are too varied for that kind of overarching consensus (most of the time, anyway).

However, it's worth the time to reflect on what was said to you (especially if it triggers you). You might discover a mindset or behavior that you never realized was problematic.

For me, I was triggered momentarily when the Romani person corrected me because I was merely trying to do what I was asked to do in a situation where the slur was used and then suddenly I was being scolded for interfering. It was contradictory and confusing, which can easily lead to irritation or even aggression.

Instead of arguing, I politely explained why I interjected, that I accepted their voice on this topic, that I apologized, and that I would use more caution in the future. Afterward, I was still a bit spiffed at the way I was admonished, but I took time to reflect on my actions and their words.

Honestly, I'm still learning how to navigate potential similar scenarios to come, and have curtailed how often I interject on behalf of others until I figure things out. Allyship and Accompliceship are positions of constant learning and evolving. It's hard, which is why it's so easy for others to see and call us out when we're not being genuine or doing our due diligence. Besides, being an ally or accomplice can't compare to the hardships of being the actual marginalized person or community.

In Conclusion

My family, purposefully or ignorantly, are/were Pretendians, and I'm sorry from the pit of my gut for my part in it. I take full accountability for my naivety and ignorance. Despite undoubtedly having Indigenous American trace DNA, I do not and will not have the right to claim Indigeneity and all that entails.

The importance of uplifting Indigenous voices cannot be overstated. They are still fighting against the systemic and systematic oppression that endangers their rights, protections, families, practices, and land. Follow Indigenous creators, learn whose land you live on, listen to how you can help (and be flexible on the feedback you get from doing so), stop believing the racist and dehumanizing things you've been told about them, and don't make trouble that they will incur the consequences of.

#CherokeePrincess #Pretendians #Indigenous #Indigenous peoples day #Native Americans #Indigenous Americans #indigeneity #First Nations #indigenous rights #indigenous history #indigenous creators #genealogy #ancestry #family #familyresearch #ancestryblog #accountability

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avolotl · 10 months ago

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Itto's heart feels like it's about to pound out of his chest when he sees Thoma from a distance. The weight of the box in his hands felt heavier now. It's a simple box from the outside, but it's what's inside that has the oni a bit nervous. He'd been preparing his hand-made gift for the retainer for quite some time now; He was never one to be crafty with his hands, typically swinging his claymore around was what his hands were best at. However, when Thoma's birthday drew closer, Itto knew that no simple, store-bought gift would be enough. Thoma deserved more than that.

It takes itto a few seconds of quietly hyping himself up to finally walk up to the other with the box hidden behind his back. "Thoma!" Itto calls out to catch his attention. "I'm glad I finally found you! A little birdie told me that today is your birthday! So, of course, I have a present for you!" He extends the box out to Thoma and opens it to reveal a purple and white tassel tied with a red wood-carved oni mask charm. The carving is surprisingly quite nice; Itto had only picked up the hobby to kill time when he was bored, but he clearly devoted all his efforts to making the best charm possible for Thoma. If not for the countless failures he's made that now sit in a pile at his home, the bandages over his fingers were a clear sign that the oni stopped at nothing to make sure he made the perfect charm. Even the silk of the tassel was wrapped by his own hands, thanks to the guidance from Ogura.

"It's a good luck charm." Itto begins to explain as he pulls the tassel out of the box to dangle it on his finger, "People wear oni masks to protect themselves from evil spirits and harm, so, you know," The retainer could probably tell that the red in his cheeks probably rivaled the dendrobium flower, huh? "I made you this so you'd be safe." Itto was unfortunately too timid to add 'whenever I'm not around' to that sentence. "I hope you like it! Happy birthday!"

it's a rare period of time when retainer has no other obligations but to enjoy the day; there was obviously things he could be doing - there was always work around the estate, with the clan. but he was all but told to enjoy the afternoon doing whatever it was he wanted. which, one of his favorite things just so happened to be walking inazuma city. reminding himself as often as he can why he fell in love with this place. why he chose to stay here all those years ago. the scenery, the weather, and the people...

speaking of people. a familiar presence finds him. one he's rather enjoyed spending time with as of late. though, he's not sure where the oni heard it was his birthday from...thoma maybe mentioned it briefly in passing during the times itto came to see him at the estate, or maybe one of his other retainers let itto know. his attention to small details was surprising, and sweet, "thank you itto, you didn't have to get me anything..." humble at his core, thoma almost feels sheepish accepting a gift.

but as he peers in the box itto hands him with damaged fingers, thoma realizes this wasn't an item itto purchased out and about. he made it himself. with quite a bit of care, if the bandages oni sports were anything to go by. he turns the tassel over in his fingers once, twice, thumb tracing the detail in the oni mask like it were precious. because it is. and then oni goes on to explain its significance, its purpose; itto wanted to protect him. which is funny, when he thinks about it; protecting the man who's vision manifested into a shield, thoma was known as the protector from afar to those who needed him. it wasn't often that same protection was offered to him...

green eyes soften significantly when they peer back up at the oni, noting the little pressure at the back of his skull that comes from bending his neck up to meet his gaze. he's beginning to really like that feeling, "itto...this is beautiful. you made this for me?" he confirms, glancing down to the tassel once more before glancing around them.

they were in public, sure, but no one was really paying any attention to them any longer. itto got some stares from time to time (thoma was never a fan, but people would be people) but his presence was not so foreign anymore. he feels safe enough to reach up, and tug itto down a bit by the collar of his jacket. once in range, thoma plants a soft kiss to the oni's cheek. if he lingers a few seconds, so be it.

"this is so sweet of you. i'll carry it with me everywhere...would you help me put it on my vision?" // @theoneandonii

#theoneandonii #( ( answered #THIS IS.#SO CUTE.#SMOOCHES FOR ITTO

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