#doe valiente

[gimmeurmoneyagh]

(btw I’m gonna make an actual yuusona soon + she’s gonna be shipped with Najma!! I’m just gonna guess Najma is 14 and be done)

Tagging moots so I can get a clear picture of which oc to yap about

@babyghoul138 @cheerleaderman @twtysevapr @twtysevapr

@jewelulu @beneathsakurashade @bunniehunn @the-rini-rush

@theolivetree123 @teighveepao @skrimpyskimpy @skibidibabygirl

@cloudiepuffs @kuragebride @4necdote @blood-red-bumblebee

@quartztwst @anonymousplant @gl00myb3arz @imafrealinrainbow478484

@justyoureverydaytwstsimp

lemme know if u wanna be tagged or not!!!

[gimmeurmoneyagh]

WISJDIUBDIUDEBDURVEF

GRR I CAN DO THIS WITH ANY OF MY OCS😜😜😜😜😼😼😼😼😼

ANYONE WHO SENDS ME AN ASK I WILL GIVE U A BIG FAT SMOOCH /platonic

KNDSNDENDEBDEIW HEHE BAI!!!

Tag game!

I made a twst oc alphabet for fun that you can do with your ocs and tag others in!

Feel free to either answer all of these at once or let your followers ask you a letter!

A- alchemy: how skilled are they in alchemy lessons? Does crewel like them?

B- bonds: who do they get along with the best? Is there someone they can't stand? What are their relationship with their family?

C- clubs: what clubs are they in? Did they perhaps form their own club?

D- dream: what does their happy dream from book 7 look like? Do they need help in order to wake up or realise that something is off by themselves?

E- end of school: what are their plans after graduation? Do they want to get a job or continue their education?

F- flying lessons: how well can they fly with a broom? Do they play in a spelldrive team?

G- glory: what is their biggest achievement? If they don't really have one, is there something they praise themselves for?

H- history of magic: how well do they know history? Do they pay attention in trein's class or fall asleep?

I- idolising: who of the seven (or other canonical disney character) do they look up to and respect the most?

J- jealousy: is there someone they envy? Why do they envy them?

K- kindness: how do they treat the others around them? Do others like them or perhaps have a negative perception of them?

L- love: is there someone they have their eye on? Is it a full blown crush or simply someone they occasionally eye? Does their love interest reciprocate their feelings?

M- mental stability: how well are they doing mentally and emotionally? Do they have any mental illnesses or other troubles that bother them?

N- night owl: do they go to bed early or stay up late? If so why do they stay up late (work or insomnia)?

O- overblot: would or have they ever overblotted? What resulted in that and how did they handle it afterwards? Did someone they are close to overblot?

P- pacifist: do they handle their problems with brute force or do they try to handle things by talking? Do they make up their mind quickly or consider other people's opinions in how to approach something?

Q- questions: what is something the others around them often wonder about regarding your oc? Are they mysterious to others?

R- right: what is something they absolutely believe in? Can that belief be shaken or disproved?

S- species: are they human or are they another species like fae, merman or beastman?

T- tutoring: do they tutor someone or do they need tutoring? What subjects do they tutor/need tutoring in?

U- unique magic: what is their unique magic? Do they have discovered it already or not like ace?

V- venture into darkness: are they couragous? Do they flight or fight when faced with danger?

W- wildcard: a random fun fact about your oc!

X- xenium: what would they gift strangers or friends?

Y- youth: what did their childhood look like? Were they happy growing up? Are they still in contact with people from their childhood?

Z- zest: what excites them? Do they easily get excited or does it happen once in a blue moon?

I will do it later with marvolo!

For this tag game I tag: @oyatochie @oya-oya-okay @sleepy-meep @esmerulia-chantelle @cheerleaderman @deerla-charming and anyone that wants to do it!!

[oifaaa]

What if instead of becoming Robin, Tim had become Alfred's apprentice?

like become a butler ngl I'm pretty sure it's illegal for Americans to become butlers they just don't have the right type of classism to pull it off

[gwynndolin]

my fave thing about will it kill is watching all the fighting games that nobody knows anything about and reacting to all the shit thats on the UI. in the latest episode where sajam says “EX CHANCE? why does she get a CHANCE and why is it EX”

[ireallylikehickorysticksyay]

i dont know who thought salt and vinegar hickory sticks was a good idea but whoever they are, wherever they are.. know that i. Fear. them. with every fiber of my being.

[eggo-tistical]

you, dearest

my sweet beautiful prince

real quick, im just gonna go out on a knightly quest in order to prove myself worthy of your affections. i shall upend the earth and skies with a blade sworn to your heart. for it is my duty to earn the honor and privilege of witnessing such majesties. call me sir ian. brb

Sudden realization

[colie-nne]

Hello dear writer 👋 there's this reader-insert prompt in my head that I couldn't just get it out of my head. I hope this prompt takes your interest. It's up to you how you will want this to go as whether it be an imagine, headcannon or etc. Thank you, much love 𔘓

Prompt:

Carlos Sainz Jr., the renowned Formula One driver, takes to his social media account and shares a cryptic message that hints about a special someone in his life. As fans eagerly await further details, it becomes apparent that Carlos' significant other is no ordinary person – but is a beauty queen in her country.

my queen

pairing: carlos sainz x beauty queen!reader | instagram au

requested: yes | no

a/n: Hi this is my first in au, hope I did your request justice. I also really really liked the prompt, thanks for the request!! (Requests are open)

+ Valiente will be updated tomorrow so hang tight.💌

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 On a trip with royalty❤️

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user excuse me? Carlos?

charles_leclerc a trip with royalty indeed👑

user what's with all the royalty?

user 😍😍😍

user Carlos is entering his aesthetic era!!!

Daily WAG updates

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Daily WAG updates Ferrari's very own Carlos Sainz is seen with a mystery woman on a beach trip to the Maldives. The source stated that the two have been cozy with each other the entire time. Are we seeing a new wag on the paddock this coming season?

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user oh carlos has game all along

user lord, i see what you've done for others

user does this have something to do with the royalty thing?

user to be the girls these f1 men date !!!

user girl i don't think that's a mystery woman at all

user care to explain?🤨 user Carlos has been following Spain's winner for some universal pageant or whatever for about a long time now, even before her winning the crown. So I'm not going to be shocked if the mystery woman's her. user reallyy?? what's her @? user its yourusername

user Pierre wtf you doing here?!☠️

yourusername

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yourusername very late vacation dump 🌶️

user ahhh y/n!! i've missed you

user will you be coming to the show in Paris?

yourusername of course!! can't miss it😊 user oH MY GOD! she responded, Y/n i love you!!

user uhmm... looks like you didn't crop a pic properly🧐

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user why is lando here😭

user omyy just came here from the wags update!!! the emoji and the cropping error just proved a lot of things

user wdym wag update? user just search it up you'll see the most recent one.

yourusername

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yourusername are you happy to be in Paris? oui...it's good to be back

user the fact that a French designer invited Miss Universe-Spain to their show, shows how wanted the y/n l/n is in the fashion industry. this is coming from a french woman too

carlossainz oui🥐

charles_leclerc no, mate... no yourusername i wholeheartedly agree with you user f1 collab, when?

user CARLOS?! Is this a confirmation?

vittoria looking good 👑❤️

user there's the crown thing again. who is she anyways? user how the hell, don't you guys know who y/n is? she's the reigning miss universe and the most sought Spanish beauty queen after years. user ooh so she's from Spain too. I see now user ☠️

user why am I just realizing the meaning of the crown emoji...

Daily WAG updates

caption: ✈️ >> 👑🇫🇷

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Daily WAG updates Carlos is confirmed to go on his way to Y/n. The story was posted 5 hours ago. He might be in Paris now, update you guys soon.

user the fact that you've typed that so casually just tells me how much you've waited to have a Carlos girl on the paddock

user He be flying to his girl during his supposed time to rest... when will it be my time?

user the fact that we all know he'll be meeting y/n despite them not confirming it yet is so funny.

f1updates

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f1updates Carlos Sainz has landed this evening after being invited by a french-designer in Paris, France.

user ...i see it very clearly now

user the story caption and this just gave everything up. ya'll better confirm it asap

user carlos in a fashion show was not on my 2023 f1 bucket list

user if we see him and y/n together, let's just say that "i told you guys"

yourusername

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yourusername Thank you for tonight, Paris (credits: 🌶️)

user the chili🫣

user y/n!! i love your dress so much, thank you for letting me take a picture with you

user saw her being called into the runway so suddenly, the crown fits her so much🫠

user oop y/n in her soft launching era. is it Carlos?? i hope so

carlossainz55 🤍

user it's confirmed guys... user cute🥲 kill me rn

Daily WAG updates

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Daily WAG updates UPDATE!!! It is confirmed by multiple sources that the reigning Miss Universe Y/n L/n is indeed Carlos Sainz's mystery woman. Who would've thought that our newest WAG would be the queen of the universe herself, can't wait to see her in the paddock!!! 👑

yourusername

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yourusername bebé, hemos sido atrapados... anyways, these are some of the very flattering pictures of us from our trips during the past 3 months. Buena seurte en tu proxima carrera, mi amor!!

(Baby, we've been caught) - (Good luck on your next race, my love!!)

carlossainz55 mi amor, ¿por qué las fotos? (my love, why the pictures?)

yourusername because you look flattering in them🤩 landonorris flattering isn't what I'd call them

charles_leclerc you should have posted what you posted in the other one

user charles? qhat other one!! user this made me curious yourusername the internet might not handle it!

danielricciardo all hail the king and queen👑

user dannyy😭 yourusername says the man who's insisting Carlos isn't fit for a king danielricciardo why'd you have to do me like that carlossainz55 still has a ring in it, no? landonorris we'll have to see you in a dress before we can answer

[maeby-cursed]

SOMETIMES I'M NOT MYSELF, I LOOK FOR A BETTER DISGUISE…

𓂃 DANCING TILL THE POWER GOES OUT.

a/n: following with my songfic series, this one is inspired by valiente by vetusta morla (the original lyrics are "a veces no soy yo, busco un disfraz mejor / bailando hasta el apagón") ! this is also an angst fic but the vibe in this one is a bit more pungent. i apologize for making toji like this, i will get back to my soft!toji program soon ♡ (this one is vv weird, btw, and i wrote it while suffering from a headache, enjoy)

✧ synopsis: you met toji seven months ago and since then, the only thing you've both agreed on is how much you cannot stand each other. now it's time to go; even if it means giving up trying, and leaving a familiar warmth behind.

✧ pairings: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

✧ wc: 1.6k

✧ rating: angst ! pure angst, discounted and at a good price ! angst and pain; two for the price of one ! of the richest quality and endless suffering !!

✧ cw: toxic relationship, toji suffers from toxic masculinity, a bit of an age gap (toji is early 30s, reader is implied to be early 20s), mentions of toji's shitty ass economy, heavy cursing.

There’s a storm inside your house and it is made of cries locked within the walls of your lover’s apartment.

You and Toji have been arguing for six months out of the seven you’ve known him.

Apparently, May flowers brought November showers (or better said, downpours), as well as a thick darkness, because since last week, Toji's entire street has been without light, water or electricity. 

A desert in the middle of a flood, seems almost biblical.

Both of you are in the kitchen – distressingly narrow and painted in a gloom shade of indigo –, in the midst of your fifth discussion this week. The fridge door is open while you talk, but neither of you cares, all of its contents are already wasted, anyways. The light doesn’t even flicker.

You don't know exactly how this particular fight started.

Toji had arrived at his apartment – his, exclusively – late, with a bag of fast food in hand. An individual order. When he’d arrived, he’d looked at you and asked you what you were doing there, and everything had gotten out of hand from that point on.

After six months of waiting for him in the same place, in the same position, in the same corner of his grimy sofa, you'd thought he might remember you, might remember that you are a constant in his life.

Not the case.

The fight escalates to such an extent that you find yourself shouting and gesticulating aggressively.

What starts badly ends worse, your grandmother used to say.

(And yet, it ends).

So now you stand barefoot, in your white slip, looking at him with all the fire you can fan into your eyes. 

"I have no fucking idea what is it that you want, Toji Fushiguro, but you need to stop looking for it in me. Either take me as I am or leave me, it's as simple as that."

He looks back at you, his gaze shallow. He always stares at you like this, as if instead of seeing you, he were trying to evaluate you; like you’re nothing but a mere statue to him and he’s looking for a spot where the artist could’ve slipped his chisel. 

But you don’t cower before him. Although his height seemed imposing when you first met him, he now seems ridiculous to you. A child hidden behind a brick wall.

"Could you stop talking in code for two fucking minutes?"

"I want you to stop treating me like shit. You caught on now?"

He laughs unfunnily.

"I think I treat you pretty well, girl."

"Really?" you smile. There's a part of you that cringes at the gesture; he's been souring you since you met. Now you're fed up, but you know you'll never be able to return all of the blows he’s knocked you out with. "You think coming home and taking me to your bedroom for five minutes of grunts and sweat is treating me well?"

"Our bedroom."

That does make you laugh.

"Fuck, Toji, I don't live here! You never asked me to move in with you. And I've waited for you but I'm..... I don't even know what I am. Disappointed, maybe?" Your mood begins to shift as you search for him with your stare. You want to see some sort of reaction, something that isn’t a performance, something that doesn’t act as a mirror. 

Something that tells you he cares about you.

"I thought I was dating an adult,” you continue, softly now. “That we could talk about it but... God, you're exactly like all the men I've been trying to avoid. All savages, the lot of you; too barbaric to be able to say you feel anything, even if it’s pure lust."

He raises a brow, closing the refrigerator door with a slam and leaning against the countertop with a click of his tongue.

"You want me to tell you that you make me horny?" he asks, with an ironic smirk.

"I want you to tell me that there's something that goes with the sex. Something that can last."

He doesn't say anything, just exhales loudly, huffing with annoyance.

And for some reason, the gesture takes you back two decades ago, when your father used to do that to you. A puff of air like cigarette smoke whenever you wanted something he didn't feel like giving you; mostly his time.

You don't know where the memory comes from, but it hurts. It burns and coats your throat with bile.

"There’s nothing," he whispers, at last. 

Now you really have to make an effort not to vomit.

Silly girl, you say to yourself, you already knew that. But it's no use.

"And I had to dig that out of you with a spoon, baby," you tell him, dripping with sarcasm.

He doesn't notice how you pale, how you grab the skirt of your dress and bite the inside of your cheek. He doesn't smell your despair, nor the copper drops emanating from the wound you've caused yourself by biting on your skin.

Toji's not a bloodhound, no matter how much he resembles one. He's just an asshole.

Your words make him frown and stick out his jaw. You recognize his hint – you’d recognize him by taste alone –, it's the gesture he makes before he fights.

"And what the fuck did you expect? For me to telepathically figure out whatever shit you’re thinking?"

"No, Toji. I just wanted an answer." That’s it, you suppose.

You sigh, unclenching your fists without relaxing your shoulders, and head for the bedroom. Except for your cell phone and a pair of nightgowns, you have almost nothing here. Let him keep the panties, if he gave them back to you, you'd burn them anyway. 

He follows when you pass him by on your way out of the kitchen, and, for once, he looks incredulous.

"What? You think we’re done chatting?"

"I don't even feel like looking at that asshole face of yours anymore."

Every word that comes out of your mouth stabs him in the spleen. He's never seen you like this.

You have nothing left to care for, nothing left to protect from the storm, nothing to hope and pray to see bloom. Your land is infertile and all you feel is frustration, so there's no more measuring yourself.

To hell with all this.

"Yesterday it was all about cuddling and today you're leaving,” he says. “What did you expect?" At that, he smiles with malice, one that, unfortunately, is not unfamiliar to you. "That we were going to fall madly in love? That this was about more than sex? Oh, but you're just a little girl. I've been with a hundred of the likes of you."

He's lying. You know he's lying. 

This man has never loved a woman in his life – you pity his mother – but he's not a manwhore either. He wears things out until he’s outgrown them.

It's funny — he’s always looked too big on you.

Your head turns around, but you stay frozen where you are, kneeling in front of the bottom drawer of his nightstand. On your knees, you almost look like you're praying, but your eyes condemn a truth that hurts him. It burns and coats his throat with bile.

"I never expected you to fall in love with me, Toji. I'm not that stupid," you look at the drawer again, taking clothes and shoving them carelessly into your bag. "I'm just young."

“I may be young, but give me time.” Those words, the ones you told him when he met you, a little over half a year ago, ring in his ears. “I can take a hundred men like you.”'

He remembers them now, gall climbing up to his uvula. Your smile back then clashes with your current tears. You have aged seven years in seven months.

He can see it in your posture, in the expensive fabric of your dress and the way you tie your hair back. He can see it in the depth of your cupid's bow, in the care with which you hold your hands.

You know how to handle dynamite now, but you can't stop gunpowder from blowing up.

Toji is speechless. He doesn't want you to leave, but he's already worn you out, you've already woken up from your reverie. He hasn’t outgrown you yet.

When you get up, your cheeks are covered with tears. You wipe them away carefully; you would’ve never done that back when he met you.

You were free then; of wild smiles and clumsy hands, of loud cries and smell of freesias. Young with bravado, a shell of the sea.

Seeing you like this, knowing you're going away, turns his stomach. This is the last time, and you don't smell like freesia anymore. You're all orange and lavender, unmistakable and silent.

Toji raises a hand and brings it up to you. For a split second of madness you think he's going to slap you, but he simply catches a strand of your hair; only instead of tucking it behind your ear, he lets it curl around your cheek.

His hand falls to his side – he wasn't raised to be like this. He wasn’t raised to get you to stay.

"Get out," he murmurs, the timbre of his voice low and plangent.

You close your eyes for a moment, just to find his image behind your eyelids; smiling and defiant, with a glass of champagne in his hand and kohl-stained eyes.

The tide inside washes away everything else.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

What starts badly ends worse, you think. 

(And yet, it ends).

© 2023, MAEBY-CURSED — do not copy/repost/edit.

(reblogs are appreciated !!)

[faretheeoscar]

Feliz día de los muertos!

Today is a day where we celebrate the life of our loved ones and we appreciate and remember the time we had with them.

I wrote something for Miguel, we call it “Calavera” a traditional poem that we do for our loved ones, mocking on the way they get taken by the death.

Esta calavera es para ti Miguelito!

🕷️🕸️

En el año veinti-noventa y nueve,

la Catrina por fin llegó,

cruzó mundos, cruzó redes,

y a Miguel se llevó.

Miguel O’Hara, tan valiente,

trepador de altos edificios,

con su traje de araña y ciencia,

enfrentaba mil sacrificios.

La calaca lo observaba,

desde el Multiverso sonreía,

“¡Ven acá, Spider del futuro!

¡Te he esperado toda mi vida!”

Miguel luchó, intentó escapar,

con sus garras y agilidad,

pero la muerte no tiene rival,

en su telaraña él fue a parar.

“¡No temas, Miguel querido!

En mi mundo hay paz y calma,

sin villanos ni desastres,

aquí podrás descansar el alma.”

Y así Miguel, el Spider del mañana,

quedó en los huesos, sin más que decir,

pues ni el futuro pudo salvarlo

del destino que todos han de vivir.

🕸️🕷️

Translation under the cut, sorry if it doesn't rhyme in English, but I swear it does in Spanish!

In the year twenty-ninety-nine,

Catrina finally arrived,

crossed worlds, crossed networks,

and she took Miguel.

Miguel O'Hara, so brave,

tall building climber,

with his spider suit and science,

He faced a thousand sacrifices.

The death watched him,

from the Multiverse she smiled,

“Come here, Spider from the future!

“I have waited for you all my life!”

Miguel fought, tried to escape,

with his claws and agility,

but death has no rival,

He ended up in his web.

“Do not be afraid, dear Miguel!

In my world there is peace and calm,

without villains or disasters,

here you can rest your soul.”

And so Miguel, the Spider of tomorrow,

It remained in the bones, with nothing more to say,

because not even the future could save him

of the destiny that everyone has to live.

[deusvervewrites]

Valient: does Uraraka keep in contact with Midoriya after he gets expelled?

I don't think she'd have his contact information

[tansyuduri]

Merlin Loregasm Rewatch S1E2

Hi Everyone! Welcome to my rewatch of Merlin focusing on the lore. I am a giant nerd so pretty excited about this. Time for VALIANT!

So this brings up heraldry in the series. We see Arthur using Camelot heradlry, and other knights doing the same but during tourneys, we see Lots of different other patterned shields. So either people usually use the shield of their overlord in battle but their own in tourneys Or no knights of Camelot besides Arthur appear in tourneys. (I think Lancelot will make this a bit clearer when we get to it.) Either way either this is Valient's family crest, or he serves someone with a family crest. Either way it makes sense for why he murders this dude. As the shield is KINDA a dead giveaway to his identity. (And we know he is a knight or at least is acting as one and pulls it off better then Merlin's later first attempt at identity theft.) They obviously do not require patents of nobility at tourneys because Gwen, Arthur and Merlin pull off a fictional Knight later just fine.

I think he is likely a knight because ARMOR IS EXPENSIVE Y'ALL.

He also says he is from the Western Illes. Because the island of Mora And Ealdor this is the first place we hear about besides Camalot. Does he mean Ireland? I think he means Ireland? ALSO! are you used to my messed up grammar and punctuation yet? I have an LD in both. This is why I always need Betas for my fics despite creative writing being my thing. (I mean besides just wanting them to be better.) (This is an example of autistic oversharing. You are welcome! BACK TO MERLIN!)

So we only see this kinda sparing with Merlin in armor and holding a sword and shield once. (Usually he just holds a target for arthur) However, Merlin does get better with a sword somewhat as the series progresses so I think it likly continues. (Though perhaps a bit more nicely) It's interesting because Arthur has his pick of people to spar with, we see that later. Yet he says "Most Servants collapse after the first blow" So who is he sparing with? Has he been given manservants he didn't like before and just used this to make them quit? ANYHOO this was not as much lore so will not often comment on character dynamics but yesh.

Okay so I will spare you the talk of different armor parts. BUT this is really interesting compared to mentions of "Camalot forged steel"

See many Castles would have their own blacksmith and the one in the villager would be more for horseshoes, nails, and the like. Because armor and weapon making was A BIG DEAL

This implies Gwen's father was a HIGHLY SKILLED blacksmith who likely served the knights of Camalot. (He can't have been the only one because when he dies there is a period of time before Elyan comes and in Gwen's words Gets the forge running again.) But for a regular blacksmith to serve as an armor and weapon maker is a BIG DEAL that kinda knowledge was highly specialized! And yet Uther killed him easily.

OKAY time to nerd out a bit! This is quartering, an advanced heraldic tradition in which an individual for some reason or another wanted to show MORE than one coat of arms they were entitled to. You guys should look all this up, its fascinating! But onward!

Okay yeah remember what I said about Gwens family likely descending back to the Roman times? It's still possible but if Arab knight equivalents can get to Camelot then her family could totally have come from northern Africa for other reasons. Also I like the dude in Mauve having an Anglo-Saxon Helm and the due behind him having one from the 1100s I love Merlin's stew of things from all over history.

Okay this is perhaps just Uther being an ass. Because I'm sorry if you are not the king of Mercia I refuse to belive you are the king of Ireland. (Albion is not united yet.)

Perhaps its mostly knights of Camalot here with some exeptions? I mean if we are creative with the dude CLEARLY of the middle east we can say somehow became a noble of camalot. It would explain a few things. Did Valiant come from Ireland (Sorry I mean The Western Illes) originally then somehow for reasons we will not question also moved to Camalot? (Unlikely as Uther asks him to stay later.) There are also very few people here so likley perliminary tournaments were held? I mean we do see in Lancelot people come from all over to try to be knights of Camalot. so THEORETICLY Uther might be being honest here?

Okay this guys helm is the same as the Arab dude we saw before I think he just took his outher coat off. BUT And some of this gear is very European. So Camalot somehow has an Arab noble family that fights in ancestral gear when they can OR he got repairs along the long journey to Camalot in local styles. Take your pick!)

(You know because I can't be normal and just say they throw this in for visual appeal.)

Something to note! This would normally be the job for a Squire. A Squire was also usually the step before knighthood but in the Merlin world they do not seem to exist!

[gimmeurmoneyagh]

hehe any moots who wanna hear me yap about some of my oc’s?? (IM BEGGING PLS IVE GOT SO MANY IDEAS) 😋😋😋😋

[zenkor123]

Peeta Snaps Concept

Fires burn fires burn FIRES BURN the demons, THE DEMONS, they scrape me and rip me apart. I try to be a great mutt in the service of the rebellion, rhis is what I was preparing for right? To harness the fires and aim it at the capital! BUBBLES SHINEY BUBBLES!! all the windows in my mind break, trains derail, fires burn, wires crack. Hold it together Peeta Boggs is Dead, BOGGS IS DEAD Coin murdered a valient warrior, the best Panem had to offer. I attack and kill a demon but I fight it was no Demon that was Holmes! And I almost hurt Katniss! Who appeared like one of ths demons. I run towards the water it looks so peaceful I run towards it so I can know it's peace. Hallucinations of coin and Snow tell me "no, you have to kill Katniss " but I put my middle finger in the air and say "Fuck you Coin!!." I can't hear much but Annie screaming. I see my life play before me it's all hazy and I run towards the peaceful water, I will become one with the water. Everything then turns black am I dead yet? Is there an afterlife and am I there? BUBBLES SHINY BUBBLES!!! But I hear Johanna and Katniss talking and I cry. I am useless, it's bad enough that I have to be part of an execution by Coin but I have to witness myself kill the squad. There will be no salvation. The misery unbearable so I see if I can feed the rats using my handcuffs. But it does not work, then I try to leave the room and jump out the window. I run out of the closet door, Annie is in the other closet. And Katniss screams "Peeeta!" I am restrained by Jackson and Katniss but I try to break free to die. I am thrown to the floor and the Demons come back to hurt me. I shiver and my skin is filled with hives. I can't hear anything anyone is saying, but feel paralyzed Katniss grabs my hands, so hard that it is one of the few physical sensations I can feel until she presses her lips into mine. I remember countless things and feel safe, when the demons that guard the memories poke at me I focus on Katnisses lips and the pain goes away. When we have to grasp her air, I pull her back in so more memories can return to me. She pulls me in the next time. I feel warm all over my body. I pull her in again. She says stay with me, I associated "always" with rape prior but there was no rape, there was no rape. I promised to stay with her and without me she will wither. I renew this promise and feel like crying. She collapses on top of me I accidentally pulled her down and rests her head on my heart she is pressing her chin there very hard and holding my face to the point of pain. "Don't let him take you from me" she says fiercely, I say "He never will as long as I have fight in me" Eventually I begin sensing the world around me which stops being shiny and blurry. That is the worse episode I have ever had. Katniss has Boggs holo. I feel determined to ripp off the skin of the white imp, and keep his head as a trophy. There's no better death then that done in the attempt to melt the toxic snow. Feeding him to the mutts would simply lead to the death of the mutts from all the poisons that are in Snow’s veins. His blood itself could be used as a poison. I'm glad we are dead and see a clearer view of events from the capital, considering that I'm a mutation, I don't lose it over the death of Holmes besides the occasional tear. I suggest when Gale asks the next step I suggest either breaking down holes in walls in residential houses, or going into the sewers. I don't care who I kill as long as I get Snow’s head barbecued on a trident. So I don't mind being unhandcuffed. But then Octavia finds smart cuffs for me and Annie, should we lose it the elastic smart cuffs will tighten, Katniss has the key to it. When Katniss asks how I am and brushes my hair I tell that "only two things are holding me together, you and the image of Snow's unrecognizable mutilated corpse"

I go over the mutts that we will face In the capital give a layout of the mansion and whatever I know about the snowman unit defending the mansion known as the Presidential guard

(The change in Peeta's syntax is due to him finally snapping)

[via-rant]

--- April 25th, 1999 (3) ---

He stood there for a good second before smiling wide, realizing it was on.

"¡Esta encendido! Mami lo hice!" He yelled, jumping up and down excitedly. His voice sounded so innocent.

"Good job, Mija!" Esperanza yelled, picking him and spinning him around kissing him on the cheek while he squealed.

--- August, 7th 1999 (4) ---

The camera flickered on with his hair braided and wearing some sparkly loose black leggings and a car shirt.

"¡Hola, futuro yo! I don't know if you talk mainly Español or Ingles en el futuro. Well of course I don't, you'd have to travel in time to tell me that." Then he gasped.

"Is time travel a thing in the future?! Would you be able to come visit me?! Okay, if you can, you'll show uuuuuuup now!" He yelled moving aside in excitement. He waited for a minute before sighing in disappointment.

"Alright, fine. But can you at least try?"

"Okay! Anyway! Quería hablar sobre cosas que quiero hacer en el futuro. No. Cosas que tengo que hacer. Número uno, ¡quiero construir cualquier cosa y todo! ¡Un puñado de aviones, barcos, coches y herramientas!"

"¡Número dos! ¡Supera todos tus miedos! ¡Quiero ser la persona más valiente del mundo!"

"¡Número tres! ¡Ponte realmente fuerte! Muscles are cool!"

"Y el último." His smile faded."I can't help Mami right now. She tells me I'm too young and I can get hurt. And Tía Callida babysits me sometimes. But I know how tired Mami is and I want to help. She works so hard for us and I know she loves me but… sometimes I think my Tía Rosa is right. She'd be better off without me." He wiped his tears. He opened his mouth to say something else but his mother came rushing in and sat in front of him.

"No. Nonono Bebe no. No I wouldn't. I do love you, te amo mucho." He broke down and she picked him up.

"Oh mi vida." She said kissing his head repeatedly.

"Te amo y siempre te amaré. No importa qué, mi vida. Mi hija, mi niña hermosa."

"No!"

"¿No? ¿No que?"

"I… I don't know." He sounded confused himself.

"¿Tal vez eres mi hijo?" She asked and he unexpectedly smiled at that. She smiled softly and he leaned into the hug.

"Don't listen to Rosa. She doesn't know what she's talking about. She can't read my mind."

"Oh… the camera." He said and she laughed, turning it off.

--- October 21st, 2000 (5) ---

It showed him sitting on his bed with short hair now as what seemed to be a case worker talking to him.

"So your mom hasn't hurt you? At all?"

"I can guarantee sir. She wouldn't do that." He said, trying to hold in his anger.

"Anyone outside of here?" He gripped his pants tighter in frustration and took a breath.

"My Tía does. She hates me, probably wants to beat me up. Mami says she doesn't but I think she just wants her to understand."

"Your Tìa?"

"My aunt. The one who called you."

"So your mom doesn't do anything?"

"She tries. But Tìa Rosa doesn't understand. Mami complains about it. I hear her at night sometimes. I heard her cry once. I never tell her about it though and go back to bed."

"Alright. You seem like a nice kid. If anything and I mean anything goes wrong. Call me." He said giving him a card and walked away. Leo followed him camera out and into the living room.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding." His mom said as they walked out. She closed the door and took a breath leaning her head on the door. A few tears fell. The camera turned off.

--- December 25th, 2000 (5) ---

It showed his mom sitting on a couch as he handed her something. A poorly wrapped present.

"Feliz navidad Mami!"

"Mijo, how did you get this?"

"I made it. You drop little herramientas sometimes." She laughed and took it carefully unwrapping it. Her face turned to surprise when she saw a dragon. A very well made toy dragon made of different metals.

"I know how much you love dragons. You talk about them sometimes and you're a lot happier when you do. So I made it." He said and she smiled at him.

"Thank you mijo. Lo pondré en mi estantería especial." He gasped in excitement and pumped his fist in victory.

"Okay. What movie should we watch?"

"The Grinch!"

"Of course." She laughed, turning it on. 

--- June 7th, 2002 (6) ---

"Mami, do we have to record this?" He asked. He sat on the couch with a bruised jaw. They wondered what happened.

"Si. I wanna remember this." She said and gave him a present.

"What is this?"

"I said I had something for you. Go on. Open it." She encouraged and he did. It was a flag. He raised an eyebrow.

"What country is this?" They all smiled at the unconditional love and support she gave him.

"It's not a country. You know how you weren't born a boy but you chose to be one?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I looked into it and there's a lot of gente como tú. It's called being Transgender and they made a flag for it. Esta es esa bandera."

"You found one for me?"

"Of course." She said and he felt tears in his eyes before hugging her.

"Te amo mami."

"También te amo, mi vida."

--- October 8th, 2002 (7) ---

"Mamis been really happy lately. She's getting more sleep and she laughs more. Was Tía hurting us that much? Ella trató de golpearme. Supongo que tiene sentido. Me alegro de que Mami esté feliz." He said with a big smile.

"And she's coming up with a new design! She says it'll help us. There's gonna be more food on the table and we're going to move out and she'll get a better job and go on vacations! She didn't say the last part. I'm just hoping for that."

--- September 8th, 2003 (8) ---

He sat at a desk not even looking at the camera, tears staining his cheeks, a bruise lining his right cheek, another one covering his left eye.

"I think this might be the worst week ever." He said his face blank, his voice weak. As if nothing mattered.

"But... it's my fault."

"I should've listened to her." He said and smiled after he thought but it didn't reach his eyes.

"She should've listened to Rosa. Given me up when she had the chance." Another tear fell along with his smile. He sat in silence wanting to say something every once in a while but he couldn't bring himself to.

"I'm sorry." He said after about 5 minutes before turning it off.

--- November 20th, 2003 (8) ---

"I tried running. They caught me. I need to find out what I did wrong. Maybe I should figure out a few things. Like when they go to sleep, how to leave without making any sound."

--- November 28th, 2003 (8)---

"I successfully ran away. They don't go to sleep until like 12, who does that? First time on the streets. That's fine. I'll learn a few skills here, right? Fighting mostly."

--- January 1st, 2004 (8) ---

"Happy new year I guess. They found me. I left a gang though. That might bite me in the ass later."

"Language!" Someone at the door said.

--- September 5th, 2004 (9) ---

Leo looked at himself in the camera. Tiny bruises lined his neck and below, bitemarks here and there. His hands grazed over them before he covered them with his hands in shame looking away from the camera, knees to his chest. He looked absolutely horrified as tears fell and he shook but that was it.

--- February 6th, 2005 (9) ---

"So... people at school like me. Well, not me. They like... the other me. When I'm faking. People like jokes. Gangs like jokes. It doesn't get me beat up and the negative emotions go away. It's worked so far with Mason. He loves them. That's the only thing but it's something."

"Lisa!" The camera heard and Leo flinched. Especially when he knocked. Leo immediately stood up and opened the door.

"Ye-" He stopped when he pushed him to the ground and forced off his shirt. Leo yelled in fear struggling to get him off.

"Please no." But the man didn't do what he thought he was going to. Instead he grabbed his arm and stuck it out making Leo raise a brow. He held a knife in his other hand and started drawing lines on his arm. Leo screamed and cried and begged. He was sobbing when he was done, blood pouring onto the floor. The man stood up as he cried in pain.

"Help me. Help me please." He cried but the man just stood there. "Why would I help a monster like you? You're a murderer."

"I didn't m-mean to. Ngh!" He groaned and cried harder.

"Didn't mean to my ass. What kind of child kills their mother?" Their was pounding on the door and a second later police came in tying his hands behind his back as others tended to Leo, who was silently crying and mumbling.

"She's a freak! She doesn't deserve to be alive!" An officer turned off the camera.

--- October 10th, 2005 (10) ---

The next one that came on he was with someone else. He scoot over and let her examine the dress she wore. He looked a few years older, maybe ten. The girl he was with had crutches about the same age and he bowed and offered a hand to her.

"Would the madam like this dance?" He asked and she laughed but took his hand and trying to bow. The woman helped her before Leo took her into his arms and they started dancing around the living room. He laughed with her when he tripped over himself bringing her down with him.

"Sorry." He laughed but she only answered by laughing.

--- October 15th, 2005 (10) ---

It cut to him in a room thinking about something.

"This is my fifth home. But it's not like the others. It's... fun. And happy. I know mom treated me like this. I don't know if I can stay here. I wouldn't want to hurt them." He thought for a second more and took a breath.

"I'll leave tomorrow. After the picnic. Don't wanna ruin their plans. That would be a waste." He said with a smile and turned it off.

--- October 19th, 2005 (10) ---

It cut to him with his head on a desk, hands in his hair.

"I should've left." He cried.

"I shouldn't have waited, they'd be better off without me." He cried. The door slammed open and a woman waltzed in before smacking him.

"If you don't shut up I'll lock you in the closet. Understood?" She growled and he wiped his tears but nodded.

"Understood."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"I do, I'm trying to stop, really I am." He argued. She grabbed his shirt and walked away with him. The camera heard something close and banging afterwards. The woman walked back into the cameras view and turned it off.

--- December 30th, 2005 (10) —

"We ran! It took forever! Terra are you okay?" He said with a smile as she laughed.

"That was best prank ever!" She said and Leo started laughing with her.

--- June 29th, 2006 (10) ---

"We're staying at some weird guys house." Leo said and Terra nodded sadly.

"Yeah they found us. If it's anything like the orphanage..."

"I'll protect you."

"Why do you have to protect me? I can handle myself."

"Cause you're my best friend. I don't like seeing you hurt."

"And I don't like seeing you hurt. You always take the hits and maybe at first it was nice but I can handle myself just fine."

"Sorry."

"Me too."

"Take hits for each other?"

"Yeah..."

--- July 7th, 2006 (11) ---

"So... I heard it was someones birthday." The man said bringing the cake to the table. Leo raised an eyebrow as he set it down. The cake had the number 11 candles on it and Leo looked at him in surprise.

"Come on Leo, make a wish!" Terra said excitedly holding the camera. Leo smiled but it was obviously forced.

"Thank you." He said and blew out the candles.

--- September 3rd, 2006 (11) ---

He sat on a hospital bed chest covered in bandages.

"She should've just killed me. I think it'd..." He looked at the camera and glared at it, scoffing. "This is pathetic." And turned it off.

--- August 23rd, 2010 (15) ---

"So... I haven't done one of these in a while. Last time I... Wasn't in the best place. Physically and Mentally. Never was after Mama died really."

"But this is for the crew. If you're watching this it means my plan worked. I don't know if I'm coming back. And if I am I don't know when. I haven't watched those videos before making this and if you've watched all of them sorry you had to see all of it. And don't codle me if I come back. I don't need it." I don't deserve it.

"And if I don't come back I'm sorry. For firing on Rome, for being a jerk every time I open my mouth, for scaring Frank. Apologizing for looking like Sammy seems weird. I'm not sorry but I am? I don't know. I just... no not important. I'm sorry I couldn't help you Calypso. I broke my promise. She probably won't ever see this if I don't."

--- March 8th, 2011 (15) ---

"Can I be honest? I don't know why I'm asking. I can say whatever I want in these things, but everyones watching at this point aren't they?"

"I guess it's easier when no ones here here. Maybe I was asking myself? I don't know."

"I don't... want to come back."

"And maybe that'll change later on, and it sounds really selfish but... it just seems like an easy way out y'know?"

"I don't know if anyone would care I mean Hazel probably hates just looking at me. Frank is scared of me, Percy and Annabeth are practically strangers, and don't get me started on Piper and Jason. We're supposed to be best friends. And even that's questionable. Everything we did at that school was fake. And even that's quesionable. Were me and Piper friends? Strangers? Was Jason being my friend because he felt like he had to? I..." He put his head in his knees and took a breath.

"No, this isn't fair. They all have their own issues and my mouth doesn't make it better. Maybe I should..." He wiped his tears. "Look at this idiot. Crying over something stupid."

"That's all for... a while." He turned it off.

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I made this a while ago and don't know what to do with it.

[slashingdisneypasta]

For when you want... I thought of something very cursed while closing last night. What would happen if the world of Who Framed Roger Rabbit went through a Dorothy Must Die scenario.

Don't ask me where this came from, I don't even know how it'd work 😭 but what I briefly thought of last night was that, for some reason, the world of toons gets blocked off from humanity (maybe they were considered too dangerous after the story of Theadore Valient got out?). And Doom, instead of trying to enact his plan to replace Toontown with a freeway, decides this is the perfect opportunity to take over and control the toons instead. So basically, Doom is DmD!Dorothy (I did not need the image of Doom in the gingham dress, but my brain went there 😭)

This was mainly imagining the Toon Patrol as the DmD trio, admittedly 😅 being Doom's enforcers and striking fear into the residents of Toontown in this AU. Psycho and Greasy are like Scarecrow, being the two most feared of the patrol for similar and different reasons. Smartass and Stupid could be similar to the Lion, being more on the dumb side, but also not questioning Doom and happy with his position as his seargent. That leaves Wheezy most like Tinman; deep down, he knows that all this is wrong, but he doesn't try to stop Doom or Smartass for his own reasons. They use DIP to scare the citizens into obeying these new laws, but they're far more grusome and dangerous here, just like the trio are in DmD. Can you imagine that bubble gun Tin's soldier used on Indigo, but with DIP?? (Ngl, I've been having fun imaging Greasy as the Scarecrow in particular).

I'm not sure who Amy Gumm would be, probably Eddie if he ever decides to visit the tunnel again or somehow got a job that required him to get close to Toontown and he got captured. Or it could be an original character. But Jessica and Roger are part of the rebellion to take Doom and his patrol down, along with various other characters. They're war torn and traumatized, but they're still kicking.

I have no idea why I thought this, but here you go 😅😅😅😅

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!! Especially Scarecrow!Greasy, oh my g o d. Let me just- let me just- *gets out copy of Dorothy Must Die, which is heavily sticky-noted and thick from rereads already, and starts reading through all of Scare's bits imagining my favourite weasel* ... would it be crazy of me to write fanfiction of this concept!?? XD

YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME.

The only thing 'cursed' about this is Doom in gingham 🤣🤣🤣 But its all just 👌👌👌 Perfect! This was such a gem to wake up to XDD

I also love Stupid getting a main character part for once!! We too often let him fade into the background and this weighs heavily upon my soul, as I'm sure it does yours 😰Lion!Stupid would be so adorable!! Lion!Stupid developing a particular interest in a servant at the palace; them of course becoming his Favourite. Lion!Stupid struggling between his sexual appetite and his hunger for blood, licking and sucking and tasting his S/O any time that they're intimate; whimpering when they bleed because he got too rough with them; wanting to eat them. He wants to tear them apart and feast on their flesh, feel his teeth sink into their fat. Lion!Stupid feeling curious about this desire- because he loves them, doesn't he?? He doesn't understand. Lion!Stupid going to his good, old, most trustworthy, most intelligent friend Scarecrow!Greasy asking about it. Scarecrow!Greasy saying basically that he doesn't blame him- Stupid is an animal, after all. And that Y/N... is a delicious little morsel~ Do what feels right, Greasy tells him absentmindedly, going back to his work (Greasy never did alot the Lion much of his precious time, anymore, since Dorothy came back. Sometimes Stupid wondered why everything had changed). Follow your excellent, leonine instincts. Lion!Stupid returning to his lovers bed that night and doing exactly as his good comrade told him. Lion!Stupid eating what he loves (Lion!Stupid never losing the perfect taste off his tongue). Tin Woodman!Wheezy giving him a word of advice, later; that old friend of ours is crafty and cruel, Stu. Everything's different, now. 'ts best if ya don't trust any of us.

[thatspyrocomic]

What are your most favourite quotes from the Legend of Spyro Trilogy from each character? BTW, I really love your comics, they’re so beautiful. Interesting touch to add in a bit of manga style with most of the expressions. 😊

So I won't lie, most of my knowledge is from A New Beginning and Dawn of the Dragon, because I didn't have a PlayStation to play Eternal Night, so I really lack attachment to that game. But man, the music and ending just wreck me!!

Ignitus (my fave scene in the whole trilogy)

"You can spyro you can...You are a purple dragon. I very special creature. Youve given me hope again. And now it's time to give hope, to all of them!"

Volteer

"I'd like to impart some useful knowledge to spyro vis a vis his recently acquired electricity based exaltation device."

"Cyril is terribly obnoxious..."

Cyril

"The legacy of the great ice dragons of yore--MY ancestors--who come from the best of the best of this somewhat bedraggled lineage is long and storied."

Terrador

"All warriors feel fear spyro. But only the most valient amoung us can face that fear and master it...From what I saw on munitious forge: you are one such warrior."

Sparx

He has so many lol.

"Yeah how 'bout we don't and say we did it--why don't YOU do it?"

"This way o mauve one."

"Ive never gotten the respect I deserve, the praise that should be mine..."

"Woo, dragons! We are saved! Those arent dragon, we are all gonna die."

Spyro and cynder

When I think of them, I just always see the DS version of the final scene, honestly. The final game has potential, but most of it's...real rough. But I understand what they wanted, so my imagination goes wild when I think of it and I look forward to drawing it.

Cynder: Spyro no--you don't have to do anything, let's just go!

Spyro: Go where, cynder?! There'll be nothing left! The world is breaking apart...but I think I can stop it...I...I think Im meant to.

Cynder: Then Im with you...I love you.

Malefor

"Citizens of Warfang...congratulations. You shall be the first to witness the resurrection of the destroyer...and the end of the world..."

Chronicler

"yes...Right now your powers lay dormant within you. Lets see if we might not awaken them."

"Ride out this storm...and live to fight another day."

Chronicler and Ignitus

Chronicler: "Each time a dragon dies...I new page is written in this book. Ive done my best, ignitus. But I can't seem to find any trace of spyro."

ignitus: "well young dragon...where might you be?"

Others:

Mole yeir (the accent just gets me every time, its so wild)

"We can help each other!"

"He is the most cantankerous manweresmall around!"

The Hermit

(I know it's the wrong quote, but I always remember it like this lol)

"Your appearance has changed...but not your eyes. You are cynder...Terror of the skies...The dark master's puppet!

You can run...but you cannot hide, cynder! The dark master will find you...!"

Hunter:

"The dangers are already around us! Don't pretend to ignore them!"

Thank you for the support, Im happy youre enjoying it so far! I like the colors of US comics and the bold approuch and art style, but I always felt Manga does tone and atmosphere better, and I just prefer manga's way of story telling. I have a lot to learn in comic creation, I will keep getting better!