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vibrating im so excited I'm so excited
#boatem knights au#I'm finally doing the art for it#It's not just the one page either like this is a proper ProjectTM (atl for my standards)#and I haven't done anything big in ages I am so excited#mmmmaybe four? five pages? I'm scared if I give a proper estimate I'll be too intimidated to continue#so I'm not thinking about it too much fjdhfj#I should prolly delete this later oop#I'm just. I am so Excited About The Thing and I had to. Share it#and I get a whole hour tomorrow morning to work more on it!!!!! eeeee!!!!!!!!
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title: better than most to say the least
pairing: dabi x reader (also on ao3)
wc: oops this is almost 3k
CWs: soulmate!au, fem!reader, slight angst if you squint, no condoms used (wrap it up in real life yall), Dabi's a little mean, reader's a little into it, the unbearable burden of being seen, i haven't written fic in years be gentle

Dabi doesn’t care about much. You can’t in the sort of world he inhabits. It’s much easier to scorch the earth behind you than to plan for good things to come. So he’s furious when he hears your voice, a real soft and low number, like a siren out in the fucking fog, say, “That’ll be ¥500.”
His brother laughed when the soul mark activated; even at the age of three, he’d known just how mundane the words were. Part of him had laughed as well; maybe you and he would laugh about it, too, when you met. The laughter died in his throat when he saw his father’s disapproving face.
He looks down at the packaged onigiri in something like disbelief. Your face is starting to express apprehension. He still hasn’t said anything, and it doesn’t even look like he’ll pay. He’s not surprised you’re weirded out, and fuck, something is pressing against his chest, like a buoy rising up, pulling him to the surface so he can finally suck down oxygen.
He feels fucking free, giddy with it. You’re real. He never once imagined you would be.
The grin that cracks his face must look a touch maniacal because your eyes widen, and he watches you press yourself against the counter as he says, “Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, princess?”
He’s not all that pleasant to look at.
You know that’s not a nice thing to think, especially about your soul mate, but you can’t help that your first thought upon seeing the guy was holy fucking shit what happened to you?
A moment ago, he was glaring at you, and now he’s radiating a nervous energy that puts you on edge. It’s like he thinks you’ll disappear the moment he takes his eyes off you.
You’re no criminal, but you’re no hero, either. You’ve got a quirk that makes most people wary of you, so your nonsense detector is finely tuned, and fuck, your soul mate is definitely the kind of dude who ends up on the other side of those hero compilations your coworker streams on her lunch break.
“Not done talking to me, are you?” He pouts, pushing out his lips and pulling at the staples in his face. His voice is nice. It relaxes you somehow, even when every nerve in your body is shrieking in alarm.
“Where’s yours?”
This throws him. A part of you doesn’t like forcing his hand like this, but another part of you thinks this could be a really convenient trap.
“Your soul mark?” You tap the side of your wrist. “Mine’s along the radial bone.”
He reaches over the till to grab your arm, pulling you closer. You yelp in protest. His touch is hot, familiar. You’re grateful no one else is in the store right now. Explaining this to yourself is going to be enough of a hassle later on.
There’s a menace in his voice when he addresses you. “You think I’m a liar?”
You don’t, actually. Even without the soul mark you would take this man at his word.
“No. But you’ve been in here a whole lot, and I’m a naturally suspicious person. So, pony up and show me.”
You’ve gotta be smart about this. Heroes and villains alike would do a lot to get a person with your quirk on their side, and you’re not so naïve as to think that soul marks can’t be discovered and used against you.
He grins, and you feel it like a twist to the gut. This guy might actually kill you; you don’t really know. But something—the little bond between the tug of you that threaded your lives together the moment he opened his mouth—is already tugging at your brain for answers, for knowledge, all to better assemble who your soulmate is.
“We’ve gotta go somewhere safe for me to do that, doll.” He leers at you, and you wonder if he’s trying to intimidate, trying to imprint on your brain that, yes, he is, in fact, dangerous. “You’re just gonna have to take my word for it.”
Fat fucking chance.
You don’t take him at his word. You call him every name he’s ever heard and then some, and then you close your eyes and hum, and a feeling like sugared caramel slides into his head. Fuck is he floating? he thinks before he crumples to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
When he comes to, his head is splitting. He’s sitting in what he assumes is the store’s backroom, judging by the shelves lined with cleaning products. You’re on a crate watching him with an annoyed expression, lips kicked out in a pout. It draws attention to the fullness of your lower lip. He tries not to notice.
“You could have just shown me,” you grouse.
“And miss out on the chance to have you hit me with your quirk? What kind of masochist would I be then?”
He doesn’t know what you’re doing as a cashier, but it’s safe to say you’re hiding. He has no idea what you did to him, but just before he’d knocked out, he remembered the first time he mastered the flames, that sticky-sweet feeling of hope in his chest. He has no idea how you managed to dig that out after all these years.
You shrug, ignoring him.
“Too good to fucking explain?” he snaps.
You saw something vulnerable, so personal that not even the league knows he has those thoughts, those memories. If he could scrub them from your brain, he would.
“I can make you dream,” you snap back. “When I was a kid, I used to spend a lot of time in my own head. It worried my parents. They got me tested because they thought I was quirkless. The doctor said I had a minor empathy quirk. Nothing to worry about. What kid wouldn’t want the advantage of knowing how others feel?”
You clench your hands.
“I didn’t know if I could implant a dream into someone’s head, but I spun that dream the night before, and my parents were never the wiser. Up until the day they died, they never knew I’d planned out that scenario already and made that man lie to them.”
He’s floored. He can’t believe you’re willingly offering up such valuable information to him. What would Shigaraki do with you, he wonders, before a violent pain follows the thought. No, Shigaraki isn’t getting his hands on you. He doesn’t exactly know what happens to the things that kid collects for his master.
“Not at the top of the list for hero candidates?”
Your lips pull back in a sneer before you realize. You’re bad at hiding your feelings, he realizes, something that makes him feel oddly protective. You’ll need to get better at that.
He turns his hands out, palms up. A thin blue flame erupts. You jump, but your eyes don’t leave his.
“We’re gonna need to move, sweets. Neither one of us is exactly hero material.”
He takes you to a sorry excuse for a safe house because it’s just some guy on vacation who was stupid enough to leave a spare key behind, but it works in a pinch. He can’t take you to the league just yet. He already barely knows you, and there he would have to split your time with everyone else.
You’re standing in the doorway like a spooked animal. That you agreed to come is shocking in itself, but then again, he would have followed you into a coffin if you asked it of him. Maybe there was something to those soul mate stories Toga pretended not to read after all. He thought the whole bond thing was exaggerated, but maybe not.
He clenches his jaw and grabs a beer from the fridge.
“I’m not gonna fucking hurt you. You can take the bedroom,” he says, even though he wants you to sit next to him, to look at him, to share something again the way you had in the storeroom. But you’re already shuffling away, and before he knows it, the door shuts with a click, and he’s alone in the dark.
Confirmed villain.
It took you all of two seconds to search the web for League of Villains and/or criminal activity across the country, and bam, there he is, menacing even in blurry camera footage.
You stare up at the ceiling and wonder if you should be horrified at yourself that this confirmation changes nothing. He’s just your soulmate, for better or for worse.
And you’re a coward for sitting in here rather than performing the simple task of sharing a drink with him.
The blue glow of the television lights up the living room. He’s moved to the couch, long legs spread open, arms resting along the back. Desire drops low in your stomach at the sight, an almost innate need flashing in your body to climb into his lap.
He catches your eye and smirks like he can read your thoughts. You blush furiously. “Did you realize hiding doesn’t solve shit?”
“Shut up,” you retort, like a child, which makes him laugh. It’s a nice laugh. A little subdued, you think, but warm, hard-won. You don’t imagine he laughs often.
When you settle down next to him, he seems to barely register, but something in you knows he’s pleased. You curl toward the feeling like a cat seeking a sunbeam.
“Really, though. What made you come out?”
Looking him in the eye is a mistake. He has beautiful eyes, a cerulean blue that puts the sky to shame.
“I don’t like running from things,” you manage. You were wrong to think he wasn’t pretty. “What’s your name?”
He snorts. “You’ve gotta know it, doll, didn’t you spend ten minutes in there panic-searching for violent crime?”
You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Call me old-fashioned, but I’d still like to be introduced.”
“It’s Dabi.”
You raise a brow. “That’s it?”
“For now. I’ll tell you the real one later, okay?”
“Fine.”
He’s watching compilation videos of pro heroes, the footage flickering on the walls around you.
“This is what you do in your spare time?”
He shrugs. “Just what was on.”
You don’t believe that for a second, but it’s fine, because you’re a liar, too. You’d do anything to avoid painful topics, like the possibility that your soulmate already has plans outside of you that you won’t be able to change.
“You know, your words used to get me in a lot of trouble,” you say, to get you back into familiar territory.
He smiles, like that pleases him. You bet it does.
“Oh yeah? What sort of trouble?”
“Just the usual. Your soulmate has a potty mouth, your soul mate’s probably a villain…”
His shoulder tenses against you. You don’t remember scooting closer, but the sheer fucking heat of him is searing into your skin.
You want him. If you’re being honest, you’ve probably wanted him since he first appeared in the store. The part of you that doesn’t exactly abide by societal standards saw a kindred flame in him.
“That sort of thing used to bother me when I was a kid, I guess. But the older I got, the more I realized how much I liked them.”
Your hands ache to touch him. His thigh tenses alongside yours.
“What do you like about them now?” he asks.
You have a whole slew of thoughts in your head about them, the characteristics you assumed based on one little question, but for now all you can say is, “That you finally said them.”
He doesn’t know who moves first.
You tumble into his lap inelegantly, but he doesn’t care; he wants you closer. He’s wanted you closer since he arrived at this shitty studio apartment, has been trying to rein in the overwhelming feeling of possession swarming under his skin, but he wants.
He's a villain, and he’s never been good at waiting for what he wants.
His hands press into the meat of your hips, and he savors the little gasp you make. He’s hard as iron already and all you’ve done is settle your clothed cunt on top of him.
“You’re already fucking scorching, baby, can feel you through your fucking jeans,” he hisses, dragging you along his thigh. You whimper. “I know, fuck, I know, you’re driving me crazy, too.”
Your hands are everywhere, sliding over his scarred skin like you were born to it, fingers exploring the cool metal of his staples. You’re gentle but also not, and it’s like nothing he’s ever felt in his entire life. You move to kiss him, your hips moving more and more, a desperate noise bubbling up in your throat.
“Please, Dabi, please.” You sound so fucked out, and he hasn’t even touched you all that much. “I wanna kiss you, don’t you wanna kiss me?”
He smirks. A little brat, begging for kisses.
He does want to kiss you, has been staring at the plushness of your lips for the better part of since he met you, but his mouth aches today.
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna kiss me now,” you’re saying, tongue licking and tasting and sucking at his neck. He bucks against you. “We can feel good in other ways.”
The whimper that comes out of him feels ripped from his soul. His arms cage you closer, one palm snaking up to cup your neck, the other under your shirt.
Neither of you talk as you make quick work of each other’s clothes, discarding them to the floor. He tries not to feel insecure as you take in his body. Over the years, his appearance is as much a part of him as his past. He can’t shed either, no matter how much he might want to.
“I’m sorry I didn’t think you were pretty at first.”
You look so devastated that he can’t help but laugh.
“I don’t fucking care,” he says, pulling you to him and kissing you despite how much his lips ache, because fuck, he has someone, finally, and he’s so glad it’s you. “Just want you.”
He punctuates this by cupping your bare pussy with his hand. Just from grinding on him earlier, you’re slippery and warm, and his fingers part your folds easily. You sigh into his mouth as he rubs the pad of his thumb around the sides of your clit, huffing a laugh when your hips buck for more.
“Getting desperate for it, huh?”
“Fuck you,” you grit out. “Just fucking touch me –" you roll your hips forward – “like you fucking mean it.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll have you dumb on my cock before long.”
“Big fucking talk for a man who hasn’t even – “
He cuts you off by stuffing your pussy with two of his fingers, the stretch of it making you whine. You can feel the cool metal in the staples at the heel of his hand as he strokes, in and out, a steady and rough rhythm that feels impossibly good for it to just be fucking fingering.
“No one ever made you feel this way?” You can hear the smirk in his voice without even seeing him. Splayed out on his lap like this, your tits bouncing as you shift your body closer to him, you bet you look like a fucking mess. But you don’t care, because he's right, no one has ever made you feel like this, and it’s important to you that he feels just as fucking good.
His cock curves along his stomach, weeping pre-cum and jerking up whenever your voice hitches. You think it’s so hot, how in tune he already is with you, how much he wants to please you, that you grab him in the palm of your hand and stroke, relishing the groan that rumbles in his throat.
“No one ever made you feel this way?” you taunt. His eyes flash, and before you know it, you’re both on the ground, his hips slotting in between your legs and his cock notching up at your entrance. He looks up at you, pupils blown, chest heaving.
“If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll fucking murder you –"
He cuts you off with one quick rock of his hips. You burn at the stretch. He’s big, and it’s been a while, but he’s already moving before you have time to process that little blip of pain before the pleasure is overwhelming you. You squeal when he lifts your hips up, but it’s just to slip a pillow under you before he’s manhandling your hips and fucking into you like a man possessed.
His breath is hot against your ear, whispering a litany of confessions while he drags his cock in and out. It’s so purposeful, you feel every stroke of him in your fucking skull. His pubic bone grinds against your clit with every thrust, and before you know it, you’re chanting praises, begging him to let you come.
He knows the neighbors will complain, that the safe house is absolutely busted, but he can’t fucking care, because your perfect little cunt is squeezing him like a vice, and your eyes are so blissful as you come that he feels, finally, at peace.
“That’s it, princess,” he says as your orgasm shatters through you. “Make a fucking mess, just for me, god yes –"
He comes so hard that his vision whites out. All he can feel and hear and see and think is you.
He collapses on top of you, nosing at the baby hairs damp with sweat along your neck. He smiles. Maybe later he’ll take you to a bed and tell you his real name.
#sugarwarachanwrites#dabi smut#dabi x reader#dabi#touya x reader#touya todoroki x reader#touya smut#mha dabi#mha x reader#league of villains x reader#mha smut#bnha smut#bnha#boku no hero academia
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Idk if this is a huge request or not, but could you explain more about Bell? (The shitten in your au)
I would be thankful, take care.
Yeah, ive done like... 3 pieces of her max but she gets SO many asks lol. the story isn't really ready for her yet, and i'd like to finish what im working on before i do more with her, but i'll give the basic rundown.
she LITTERALY started as a joke baby post but she got so much interaction i said i'd expand on her design and now she seems to just have a following of simps (oops, like lamb like daughter)
most of the old ideas for ewen and nari with her are out of date now on the art, but heres a bunch of plot and some unposted sketches under cut
Nari and Ewen are married and leading the cult still. all the siblings have kids, grandkids and even great grandkids (excluding shamura). Its only after they decide having a child is someone for them to love and raise, not someone who they're forcing the cycle of trauma on that they have Bell. And they adore her. While growing up, one by one, the former bishops, all her aunts, uncles, and shamura decided it was time to peacefully end their long lives. So she sees death as a good thing, the satisfying end to a long life story. So when Ewen and Narinder are ready to die together, even though they say she doesn't have to, she takes on the crown and ends if for them with a last "i love you" between them. She runs the cult now which is more themed around their shared neck wound "rings" and their relationship than just the lamb. She's called "the black sheep" by her followers (or queen if they're kinky, princess when shes younger). she wields the crown as a pair of horns and a sythe, sine the cult of the black rings also referenced Ewen's large black horns and she keeps up the theme.
Baal and Aym are her "brothers" (more of her body guards and technically her cousins but she refuses to call them anything else) and her body guards, staying after their master's death. They've known her since she was a baby and still treat her as one sometimes. She's VERY protective over them, but also will bully them sometimes, like kicking their asses when training and saying they're just going easy on her like when she was a kid, knowing full well she's overpowered by the crown.
Because shes such an oddity, the mystic seller assigned one of their followers to keep an eye on her and, much like her "ba ba" she found the overpowered demigod shes now obsessed with. With some help from Ewen before they passed, they were able to translate their glyphs. Now that helper follows her around disguised as a poor imitation of a regular mortal to better understand her and the mortal realm. Or at least thats what she convinced them to do since she wants them around <3 probably not to their masters liking lol. I haven't decided on a name yet. Bell eventually give them the purple crown (they/it)
Before they left, Narinder was trying to reawaken the crowns, whether for the memory of his siblings, or that the cult was growing too large to be centered on the red crown. They're not very powerful right now and Bell is the leader of the others, more like a babysitter.
The blue crown is with Kalliope (kalli for short) (she/her), a distant relative of Kallamar's who had to fight, both physically and socially, with all her other of age relatives to get the chance, since Kallamar's polycule made a LOT of kids and grand kids. She's kind of bitchy about it and whines about everyone not respecting her or how hard she worked. shes a flamboyant cuttlefish and trans femme. also the crown is worn like an earring. Bell has little tolerance for her and they have a lot of bitchy girl fights.
The green crown is with isop (a kinda combo of isopod and aesop) (he/him) who is a rubber ducky isopod. he's Leshy's great great grandkid, and really only god the crown because no one else on the peaceful forest farm leshy put together in his later years really wanted it and figured it meant free babysitting. he's pretty young and small with a fascination for chaos and violence that only little kids without developed social perception can have, though he more watches at this point. The others tend to carry him or he rolls around in a little ball. The crown is worn like glasses.
The orange crown is with Mycelia (lia for short) (they/them plural) who is a homunculus mushroomo made through experimentation by Heket and Sozo before they died. they're the only one who is actually older than Bell. They're undying because they're a hive mind of all the mushroomo, who have been progressively growing. They can see everything the others see, can spout new bodies when needed and even feed on their own dead bodies. Bell sometimes just kills them when they're frustrated with them or other things. They'd be a threat but they're very monotone and emotionless about pretty much everything and don't care. They've worked with the red crown just because death is a natural boon to fungus and keeps them alive. The orange crown is worn as a necklace.
Heres some sketches since I haven't been able to get the designs to my liking but people keep asking so :T
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Sometimes I randomly sit and ponder about people who have blocked me in the past, and how I wish they hadn't. Other times I just wonder what people think about me in general. Not that it depresses me or anything.
There are a lot of people I like in the GHOST fandom for their amazing talents and art, but it's always nerve wracking when I learn someone I enjoyed doesn't feel the same way about me. I like supporting people and it's a shame when I can't.
Realistically I haven't done anything wrong, I've always been a backseater in the drama that comes and goes and really have not been involved in any of it. But I can somewhat understand why they did it. While I have sort of pushed back my old AU, which is what people didn't like to begin with I suppose, saying it now that I've completely ended it aside from making art here or there, it's reasonable to not particularly enjoy the takes it had. If I could rewrite it some day, I think it would turn out very differently, with a lot less characters alongside a darker take on writing, as well as removing a bunch of side plots that feel unimportant now. But I have no interest in doing so at the moment. Maybe I never will.
I'm still sad it was never Chris who killed Slenderman in that fight... (This sounds really funny out of context oops..)
I guess what I could say is as I've grown older I've realized a lot of what was written in earlier years of its development feels really weird, underdone or unnecessary, I was only 15-16 when I started it, so I'll be lenient and nicer to myself on that. I did have some good moments though. The past 24h for me has been kind of iffy, and I kept dwelling on things I shouldn't have, and still am to some degree, despite that I'm not going to let it get to me, instead I decided to start thinking about storyboarding for this big comic I wanna make. Although I might not be able to work on it until about a month or two from now unfortunately due to being really busy with my personal life. For anyone curious the comic is basically going to be how Chris and Frankie became a thing, y'know? They've always been my favorite and I've wanted to make the comic for ages but never felt I had the right art style or skill to do it yet. I'm finally confident enough in trying. Just a matter of being able to sit down and do it uninterrupted.
..I'm uh.. noticing this sorta turned into a big rambling post atop of my original subject but I'm just in a chatty mood with nowhere else to really talk on, sry guys. I promise I'm okay. Anyways I'm sleepy, goodnight/day.
#personal#ramblings#If I ever tried to rewrite that entire AU I think it would take me MONTHS.#I can be dedicated but Im not *that* dedicated..#Theres a lot on my mind involving all that I do but this would be a never ending post if I spoke about all of them lol#Id rather focus on putting more plot and lore and into the current AU with the silly freaks.#Alright enough of me talking omg SHUT U-
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✨️A Song for Flazino ✨️
Flazino also gets a song! For him I've chosen the deleted Frozen song "More than just the spare". It fits to his character very well because this song is about wanting to belong to somewhere and showing that you are capeable of doing things that others just haven't seen yet.
Flazino has always been the out-cast thanks to his missing arm and he was even bullied for most of his life by other children. The only one who accepted him is his father. (Flazino's mother passed away a few months after his birth.)
Flazino's father decided to move with his son to Rosas because it's advertized as the place where everyone is accepted and he wants his son to have friends and a good life.
But things don't work out well and Flazino has to look for acceptance from the 7 Teens. They like him, but they are worried about his young age and missing arm, which leads them to underestimate him (as many have done before.)
This song is supposed to show how he feels. I hope you enjoy it!
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✨️More Than What You See✨️
(Intro)
" 'Little Kid'?
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Is that all what they see?
(Song)
I say I'm too big for a kid, but they say I'm too small for a teen
And to be part of their group is my biggest dream
They already have a smart one, a strong one and a poet
I'm just the one-arm kid, don't I know it
There's really nothing left for me
Of course the missing limb is what they'll see
Well, fine by me
I'm viewed as the exta button on a coat
Seen as too fragile, it could come loose
But if I have to be a button
Why can't I be a button that's of use?
Oops
I may not be agile and I've never won a race
And once in a while I'll fall on my face
But this little button wants to be with the stars in the sky
This button wants to fly
Wait! Buttons can't fly, that doesn't make any sense
So I'm a rusty horseshoe hanging up
Over somebody's old barn door
And I'll be hanging there forever
Just wishing the horse sees it needs one more
And maybe I can't be the perfect one
And maybe I don't get every thing done
But horseshoes are more than just a accesory
This horseshoe is more than what you see
Oh dad now it's just me
Without you I'm alone
You've always seen the talent in me
The thing I've not yet shown
There is nobody or thing that I woulden't attack
For you I'd do anything
And soon dad I'll have you back
So I'm just a left-handed young boy
Whos talents are too ignored
Like a button, like a horseshoe
Like a kid who's bad at metaphors
Maybe I don't have a magic touch
And I'll never have a talent as such
But I know that there is something in me
Yes I'll show what I can be
Because I'm more than what you see-
*crash*
Sorry!"
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WoaS!Flazino sketches because this bean has invaded my head🎀












Also, why not include showing what he looks like from different angles lol? I do need to practice that.





I hope you enjoyed the song and these sketches of Flazino✨️
(Tags: @starss-artss @your-ne1ghbor @rascalentertainments @spectator-zee @pinkninja0708 @evestarsart )
#woas Flazino#Flazino WoaS#wish au#wish rewrite#disney wish#wish reimagined#disney#wish redesign#wishing on a star au#king magnifico#Spotify#woas au#woas#frozen#frozen deleted songs#deleted songs
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𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
Word Count: 1,697
Contains: she/her pronouns, mentions sex, lil bit of angst, cursing.
Proof Read and Edited
A/n: Sorry I haven't updated! been busy with dance stuff. they are also aged up!!
"Hey Kirishima," a voice called out.
"It's your turn to put down a card," the voice reminded him. Kirishima blinked a few times, turning his attention to Denki who had spoken to him. "Oops, sorry. I wasn't paying attention," he chuckled softly.
"We lost you there for a moment," Denki smirked. Mina then followed Kirishima's gaze and gasped softly when she saw the person he had been looking at. "Y/n? From class 1-B?" she asked, causing the rest of their friend group to exchange knowing glances, suspecting Kirishima's potential new love interest. "When did you start talking to that extra?" Bakugo asked, looking up from his cards.
"We used to bump into each other at the store quite often. We ended up talking a lot over the summer. It was kind of our thing, but she stopped talking to me after being assigned to 1-B," he explained, a hint of sadness in his voice as he recalled the lost connection they had. "Aw, Kiri," Mina pouted, patting his shoulder in comfort. Kirishima shrugged, looking down at his cards. "Can we stop talking about that extra and just play Uno?" Bakugo rolled his eyes, uninterested in hearing Kirishima's sentimental story about a girl. "Right, sorry man," he chuckled before focusing his attention back on the lunch table where you were sitting with Kendo and Shiozaki.
You noticed his gaze fixed on you, feeling his eyes on you, but you deliberately avoided looking at him. "He's staring again," you remarked, taking a sip of your juice. "Kirishima?" Kendo inquired. You nodded, placing the bottle down. "You never told us what happened between the two of you," Shiozaki commented as she ate her food. You shrugged. "We just talked over the summer, I developed feelings, and then I stopped talking to him."
"But why did you stop talking to him? Did he say something to you?" Kendo asked eagerly, wanting to hear the rest of your story. "No, it's just…" you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Tell us, please," Kendo pleaded, leaning forward in her seat. "We hooked up," you mumbled, but loud enough for your friends to hear. "Y/n!" Shiozaki exclaimed a little too loudly, drawing the attention of some people at the nearby table. "Shush! It was only two times. It didn't mean anything," you said, biting your lip nervously. "Two times? It meant something," Kendo observed, noticing your anxious behavior. "It didn't. I don't want to talk about it now," you replied. Shiozaki glanced at Kendo before nodding. "It's okay, Y/n. We understand," she reassured, reaching over the table to squeeze your hand.
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The day finally came to an end, signaling your much-awaited retreat to the dorms and the comfort of your own room. Walking out of school alongside Kendo and Shiozaki, you discussed which show to watch together. Kendo then pointed out someone waiting for you, and you knew exactly who she was referring to. With an internal eye-roll, you approached him and his friends. Kirishima greeted you with a "Hey Y/n."
You didn't want to come off as rude, as he was a nice guy, but you simply had no interest in engaging in a conversation with him. So, you walked past him, completely ignoring him in front of his friends. Denki laughed, earning an elbow from Sero. Kendo, taken aback, hurried after you, not expecting your bluntness. "I apologize for Y/n's behavior," she started. "She's not feeling well today." Shiozaki bowed softly before following you and Kendo.
"What did you do to her?" Sero asked, being the first to speak up. Kirishima, completely speechless, began, "I… I don't remember doing anything wrong."
"Are you sure? Sometimes guys don't realize when they've done something wrong," Mina chimed in. "Are you taking her side?!" Kirishima questioned her. Mina shook her head. "No, I'm just saying that guys can be oblivious to girls' feelings. I'm trying to help you out, Kiri." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I don't know, I just want to be alone right now," he mumbled, walking away with a mix of emotions he had never experienced before, almost on the verge of tears but unwilling to admit it. His friends watched as he entered the dorm building.
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"Dude, has he still not come out?" Sero inquired. Denki shook his head. "Nope, he only goes to class and then straight back here. It's been happening for a few days now," he expressed concern about Kirishima's behavior. "We should get that extra to talk to him. She's the one who caused him to act like this. I've never seen him behave like this before," Bakugo suggested. "Are you worried about Kirishima?" Denki teased. Bakugo rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Denki onto the floor. "Yeah, I'm not that heartless, you know," he scoffed. "That's not a bad idea," Mina chimed in, thinking for a moment before speaking again. "Leave it to me. make sure he's fresh and dressed. We don't want him scaring her away anymore. I'll be back," Mina smiled before heading towards your dorm building. You were in the middle of organizing your clothes when you heard a knock on your door. "Kendo, I'm not sharing my noodles with you—oh, hey. Mina, right?" You realized that it wasn't Kendo who was knocking on your door. Mina nodded softly with a warm smile. "Come with me," she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your dorm. "Where are we going? Oh, okay," you couldn't finish your sentence as she continued to drag you along.
You arrived at Kirishima's room, where Sero was fixing his hair. "Why can't you guys let me sleep? I was having a good dream," he whined, not wanting to be bothered. "You'll thank us later," Bakugo assured him as Sero finished brushing his hair to make it look presentable. "Oh," you let out, catching the attention of the other boys. "What is she doing here?" Kirishima asked. "Yeah, what am I doing here?" you turned to Mina, seeking an explanation.
"Are you free tonight?" she asked Kirishima. "Yeah," he shrugged. Then, she turned to face you. "What about you?" Your eyes slightly widened at the question. "Uh, yes, I am."
Great! Because I'm not. You two go hang without us. Enjoy your date!" Mina slyly smiled before she and the other boys rushed out, closing the door and leaving the two of you here. "Did Mina just-?" you walked to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside. "Yeah, she really did." You tried to open it again but to no avail. "You're not leaving yet! Not until the both of you talk," you heard Bakugo yell from the other side of the door. "Asshole," you muttered under your breath before slowly turning to face the person you're trying to avoid.
He looked at you, sadness filling his eyes, making you feel terrible. You hurt him just as he hurt you. You looked away, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, unsure of what to say. "What did I do?" he spoke up, breaking the silence. "You didn't do anything-"
"Yes, I did. We haven't spoken in months, and when I tried to talk to you the other day, you ignored me. I must've done something wrong…" he trailed off. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes. "It's silly, Eijiro…" his head perked up at his name. "Tell me, please… I want to fix what I did wrong," he said, now standing right in front of you. You looked away from his gaze, not wanting him to see your tears. "It's silly, I'm just being sensitive," you laughed softly. "It wouldn't be silly if it made you so upset. I won't judge."
You turned your head back to him, your eyes meeting his. "Over the summer, when we had… you know. I fell for you, and I told myself it was just a friends-with-benefits type of thing and that I shouldn't develop feelings for you, but I did," you said, tears already streaming down your face. "And then you mentioned being head over heels for another girl, and it felt like my heart was torn apart." You sobbed, unable to hold back your tears. Kirishima gently cupped your face with both of his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, a look of guilt washing over his face. "Don't cry, there's no need to cry, doll," he whispered. You cried even harder, remembering that's what he used to call you.
"Should we go inside? He's making her cry," Denki chuckled nervously. Sero stopped him before he could open the door. "Nah, let's not intrude unless they start throwing punches in there," Sero whispered. Denki nodded, still hearing your loud sobs coming from behind the door.
"Are you done doll? Can I say something?" he asked you gently, causing you to sniffle and nod, your face still being held in his hands. "The person I was head over heels for was you," he confessed.
You sniffled again. "Really?" you asked, your lip trembling. "Yeah, it was. I didn't want to tell you yet because I was afraid it would scare you away. I didn't know if you felt the same way about me," he admitted. "I was planning to ask you out the next day, but then you disappeared."
"I'm sorry, Eiji…" you mumbled, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry too, Y/n… now stop crying, you've got boogers," he teased, making you turn away and wipe your nose. "Eijiro! Why would you say that?" you whined. He turned to you and held your face again. "I was just joking… I hope I didn't embarrass you too much," he smiled before leaning in and kissing your lips. You smiled and kissed him back, your hand gripping his wrist.
Bakugo suddenly opened the door. "Hey guys, we heard you yelling so- oh god. They're fucking, dude," Bakugo groaned before quickly closing the door. "Ooo, let me see," Denki exclaimed, trying to open the door. "It was just a kiss!" Kirishima shouted at them before the two of you burst into laughter.
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Codebreakers part 3
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"Where did you even learn how to make these?"
Chosen inquired curiously, finishing off the pancakes Dark had made for them.
They sat on opposite end of the couch together, curled up and leaning on the armrests.
"Saw some old lady making it through a window," dark replied nonchalantly, scraping the last of the pancake off the plate and into his mouth.
"The one that lives in that village a few miles away?"
Dark gives a half nod before leaning back onto the couch with a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes.
His head hurt.
Oh yeah, didn't have coffee today.
Should probably get up and make some.
" What, you just stalking other sticks for fun now?" Chosen teases lightly.
Dark grins, sitting up and stretching.
"What can I say? If some random grandma decides to catch my interest, how can I not observe?"
"I don't know if thats normal, Dark"
" Possibly," Dark yawns, stretching his arms up like a cat who'd just awakened. "But If I didn't stalk her, you wouldn't be able to keep stuffing your fat face,"
" Idiot!" Chosen laughed, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.
Dark chuckles,purposely pulling exaggerated pained expressions and clutches his shoulder in pretend agony.
All of a sudden he paused, laughter gone.
The smile was wiped of Chosen's face in an instant.
"...Dark?"
"Hm?
"You... Okay?" Chosen hesitated, his head tilted in concern , eyes fixed on him with worry.
"Yep yep yep, I'm fine. Had a rough night and my head's killing me," Dark assured him quickly, giving him a thumbs up.
Standing up, he started walking in the direction of the kitchen.
" I assume you haven't had your coffee?" Chosen called after him.
"You would be correct!" Dark yells back before disappearing into the kitchen and slamming the door shut.
Great. Kitchens a mess. Dirty pots and pans litteredthe counter the sink piled up high with dishes.
Ugh.
The least Chosen could of done was clean up while he was away, all he does is sit and mope in his damn room all day-
Wait, he was the last person in here.
Which meant...
....this was his mess...
Oops
'my bad Cho.'
He shook his head furiously, causing it to throb harder.
Need
Coffee
He strolls over to Chosen's coffee machine, and pushed the on button.
Immediately, the machine whirred to life, letting out that beautiful purring sound he had so desperately missed during his stay at the labs.
Dark loved that hum. That noise always meant one thing, and one thing only:
Coffee.
He started the machine in an almost robotic way, having done this dozens of times before.
But a thought pestered at the back of his mind, like an annoying fly that wouldn't shut up.
Chosen said he was fine.
Dark somehow didn't believe him. He'd snuck a glance at Chosen's leg after the incident and hadnt noticed anything off about it. The scar that ran from his below his ankle and halfway up his leg hadn't split again, and Dark had wondered if he'd somehow hurt him by accident, but there wasn't any sign of injury there.
Maybe it was just a cramp like always. Only a little more intense.
Dark had noticed that Chosen only got cramps in his left calve and sometimes his arms. While it wasn't really strange, he couldn't help but think about it.
If he didn't get cramps, why did Chosen?
The machine suddenly beeps, snapping Dark from his thoughts.
Rude. But acceptable since it's coffee.
He snatches an empty, cracked mug from the drying rack and pours the coffee in. The bittersweet smell hits him first before anything, making him give a content sigh.
'Now this is what I need' he thought as he takes the first heavenly sip.
As his head starts clearing up, his mind wandered back to Chosen and his cramps.
Cramps seem like something only one of old age should experience.
Him and Chosen were made by the same person, so why did only he get them? It didn't make sense.
Maybe something happened before Dark was created?
He dismissed the idea immediately. Chosen couldn't have been more then a few days older then him. He didn't think that Alan guy would keep Chosen alive for more than a few hours based on how his sole reason of existence was to obliverate Chosen.
He frowned as he gulped down the last drop of coffee in the mug and set to work clearing up the kitchen.
He was slightly worried about that code Alan had implanted into him. It wasn't as if he wanted to hurt Chosen but sometimes....
It's fine, it's okay. As long as he kept it under control, nothing would happen. It's bound to delete itself after a while.
Chosen was his best friend. Only friend. Only person he knew actually.
How could he ever hurt his only friend?
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My Introduction Post (wowee!!)

Hi, I'm Star and I've always liked drawing but haven't spent time doing so in like, way too long. I really want to get into digital drawing so my posts are kind of like a digital diary showing my progress :D
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It’s Nice to Have a Friend — A NoCo Doodle Comic Series
This is my little hc of how noah and cody got together, if you wanna read more about it here's the master post link :D
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Here a little rundown of me besides my total drama obsession:
Name: Star (a pseudonym actually haha) Pronouns: I normally use she/her but I'm honestly fine with any Flags: 🏳️🌈, 🇺🇸 *sighs* Age: Minor (so lets not be weird 💀) Timezone: GMT+2 Aesthetic idk: I say alt but my friends just say I'm emo 🤷 What I post: Lots of ship art, occasional animatics, but mostly random 3am doodles
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Total Drama ahhhh
I currently love Total Drama especially certain ships (cough cough noco and mkulia cough) and will probably mostly be drawing fanart of it teehee
Before I continue I want to say that I am INCREDIBLY NEW to the fandom, like I started watch tdi in september(?) 2024. Like I still haven't watched ridonculous race, but i'm halfway through total dramarama (the baby show ik but I really like it) and almost done with td high lol
My top 5(6) favourite characters are (as close to 'in order' as I can get): - Noah - MK - Wayne/Raj (I can't separate them they deserve to stay together) - Zoey - Dave
Others characters I also love in random order: Cody, Shawn, Jasmine, Gwen, Julia, Bowie, Sammy, Mike, Sierra, and Heather
Cody is like, he's just so me idk how to explain it so if he seems slightly different sometimes it's cause of my hcs that are just projecting
And here are my fav td ships:
Noco
Mkulia
Jashawn
Rajbow
Zoke
Aleheather
Gwent (s1 before action ruined it 😔)
Gwourtney (depends on my mood, but I like doomed Gwourtney teehee)
I don't really ship it but I enjoy the occasional: - Alenoah - Ozzy - Heatherra - Gweoff - Skave? (idk the ship name for sky x dave)
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Anyways yeah
Feel free to put anything in my mailbox (reqs, questions, anything), I get far too bored or sometimes need something random to draw while I rest before working on the next chapter for It's Nice to Have a Friend (NoCo), or if you just wanna say hi :)
Well this ended up really long... oops
Anyway if you read all that thank you and I hope you'll like what I have in store!
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Happy thedas weekend!! How about Rhiannon Hawke & Cara Hawke Laidir and "Game, River, Stay" from the three word prompt list? :>
Happy Thedas Weekend! I love this prompt so much I've been working on it all day, so I hope you enjoy it, as it's... pretty OC-heavy. In case you haven't seen anything from the affectionately named Caraverse before, Cara Hawke-Laidir is the post-Deep Roads Oops Baby of Rhiannon Hawke, Anders, and Justice, and this ficlet is set after the end of Dragon Age 2, after she and her mother left Kirkwall for calmer shores...
Rhiannon Hawke & Cara Hawke-Laidir, Rhiannon Hawke/Justice/Anders (past), Rhiannon Hawke & Isabela, depression, angst, hurt/comfort, mother-daughter relationship, grief
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the only safe haven left
On the ship, after Kirkwall-
Cara couldn’t remember spending so much time in such close quarters with her mother. Maybe not since she was a baby, or at least since she was very small. Before, Mama had treated every moment they spent together like it was something precious, like Cara’s every story or game or idea was a treasured moment she wanted to tuck away and keep forever, like even though she went on adventures all the time, there was nowhere she’d rather be than with her. Before, if she was away for days at a time, she’d crawl into Cara’s bed to hold her tight or wake her up for a midnight feast as soon as she came home, shower her with kisses and presents, ask for a retelling of everything that happened while she was gone. Before, she had a special, secret smile that was just for Cara, a quirk of her lips that crinkled the corners of her sparkling eyes and sunk a dimple into her cheek.
Afterwards, her mother was there all the time, on the deck of the ship, or in the cramped little cabin where they shared a narrow bunk, but it was not the same at all. They did not play games any more (“There isn’t time, Cara-beth, we need to earn our keep!”) or tell stories, or even talk as they used to. Her mother no longer had it in her to delight in anything, even her. It was as if whatever terrible thing they’d fled in Kirkwall had stolen her mother’s smile when it took her home and her fathers too.
She knew, however hard her mother and Aunt Isabela tried to hide it, that her fathers had done something so terrible they could not speak of it, so terrible they’d had to flee without saying goodbye. So terrible that even Mama, who loved them with every piece of her hero’s heart, could not find it in her to forgive them. She could not imagine a deed awful enough to drown out her mother’s love for her fathers, for both her fathers, but she feared- she feared-
Her mother could not smile at her any more. She could not smile at anyone anymore, so it should not matter so much, but- but Cara had always had the power to make her smile. Perhaps the real reason they could not tell her what her fathers had done was that it was her fault, somehow, at least a little. If they’d done something unspeakable to keep her safe, or if they’d been pushed over the edge by her arguing, her temper- If it was her fault her mother had lost her great loves, was it any wonder she could barely look at Cara, let alone talk to her?
“If your mother was angry with you, she’d’ve left you in Kirkwall,” was her aunt’s assessment, when she caught Cara ‘skulking around like a storm cloud’. “Parents have done worse for less reason.”
“Not my mama,” Cara muttered. “She wouldn’t- she doesn’t-”
“Well, exactly.” Isabela pinched her cheek and tugged on one of her braids. “So, chin up, brat. You’re part of a crew now, and your biggest job is smiling until your mama remembers how to.”
She tried, she really did. She tried to smile and be charming and cheerful and cute, all the jokes and tricks and games that used to make her mother laugh. It wasn’t enough. Cara wasn’t enough. Sometimes she’d look, and even attempt to smile, but there was something empty in her eyes, as if they’d been replaced with blue glass. Mostly, though, she shrugged her off with a ‘later, my love’ and return to hauling rope or taking inventory or staring listlessly at the open ocean. The last was the worst - it was like her mother’s body stood on the deck beside her, but her spirit was a thousand miles away, back in the burning city with the life and loves they’d left behind.
Cara didn’t go to her aunt again - she didn’t want to tell her captain she’d failed at the first job she’d been given, but Isabela noticed nonetheless. She found out when she reached the door of their cabin, a bowl of stew for her mother balanced in one arm, only to hear the sounds of low, angry voices on the other side:
“-don’t need shore leave!” she heard her mother hiss. “I need work to do, Isabela! I’m going mad stuck in here day after day!”
“It’s a ship. Close quarters are how we live, you knew that when you stowed away. Besides, this isn’t about you-”
“The fuck it isn’t!”
“It’s about Cara,” Isabela interrupted her. “Even if your mood wasn’t bringing my crew down, you have a kid to worry about. You need to stick around for her, if nothing else.”
A pause. A swallow. Then, pleading, horrible: “I’m right here, Iz.”
“Sure, in body. That brat needs all of you. Take a day, or three. Take her down to the river, teach her to swim, do- whatever good parents do with their kids. You’d know better than me.”
A creak, and then the door opened, and Cara jumped back, nearly spilling the lukewarm stew down her front.
“You need to get sneakier at eavesdropping,” her aunt sighed. “Go on, out of my hair, the both of you. I don’t want to see either of your miserable faces until at least sundown.”
They did go down to the river in the end, though it was still too early in the year to swim. Instead, her mother had brought a stack of old newspapers and some sticks of charcoal, in the grass on the riverbank, she taught Cara to make paper ships, how to fold the thin, cheap paper from a rectangle to a square to a triangle to another square, how to pull out the corners to form a prow and a stern, and reveal the little sail at the centre. After a few attempts to discover the seaworthiness of paper, she left Cara to it, and began to scratch out a note on one of the sheets in charcoal.
“What are you writing?” Cara asked, leaning her head against her shoulder. She half-expected a scolding for snooping, but it was a relief when her mother only leant her head atop Cara’s own.
“A letter,” she said, “to- your fathers.”
Cara started upright, breath caught in her throat with some emotion she did not have a name for yet. “You know where they are.”
Her mother looked stricken, and she immediately felt guilty. “No, Cara-love,” she said, gently. “It’s- not that kind of letter.”
She swallowed, looked down at her hands, crumpled the half-made boat within them into a ball. She forced the question she’d been swallowing for weeks out, because she’d probably never be brave enough to ask it again: “Are they dead?”
Her mother gasped, then pulled her close into an almost-painful embrace. “No,” she said, and there was almost a sob in her voice. “No, my love, I- they’re alive, or they were when we all left Kirkwall. I- I think we’d both know, if they were gone.”
Cara relaxed, let her arms snake up around her mother’s neck, and clung to Rhiannon Hawke as though she were a very little girl. "Promise you’re telling the truth?”
“I promise,” her mother said, with a warmth she had not heard in so long, she almost wanted to cry from it. “I- I will never lie to you, Cara, I promise. Even about difficult things like this. We’re family, and that means- that means we tell each other the truth, always, even when it’s difficult, or scary.”
That was never a rule before, but everything was different before. They lived in a manor then, rather than in a single cabin, and their house was warm and noisy and held a family far more expansive than just the two of them. Maybe that was why this rule existed - maybe the terrible thing her fathers had done had involved a lie so great her mother couldn’t forgive them.
“Why are you writing to them, if you can’t send it?” she asked, and she felt her mother sigh against her.
“When I was… Maker, only a little older than you, I lost my father too. I was… very angry, for a while, and I didn’t have anywhere to put that anger. He was gone, and Nana Leandra was sad, and your aunt and uncle were too small to understand. So, I- wrote him letters. Angry letters, then sad letters, then just- letters about what was happening. How the farm was faring, how Carver was doing at school, the new spells Bethany had mastered… And I made them into boats, and floated them down the creek, and- it didn’t make the feelings go away, but it helped, to send them somewhere else, for a little bit.”
“Oh.” Cara paused, looked at the smudged charcoal scrawl she could not quite read. “You thought it would help me?”
“If you want to,” she said. “If you’re angry at me, or your dads, or- anyone else you can’t get really mad at right now. We’ll write our letters, and make them into boats, and-” Here, her lips quirked into a smile that was still sad, but her eyes sparkled like deep water rather than dull blue class, “you know, your Aunt Beth used to light hers on fire, when I taught her this trick. Maybe you could do that too, if nobody’s around?”
“I- I’d like that,” she said, because she was angry, somewhere she’d shoved deep down and tried not to think about. At her fathers, for whatever they’d done to drive her from her home. At her mother, for being so far away when she needed her the most. At herself, for being nine years old and too small and too stupid to notice her life crumbing until her city was on fire. “You won’t read my letters, though?”
“If you don’t read mine,” she said, and pressed a kiss to her nose. “It’s alright if you are angry with me, Cara-beth. I haven’t been a very good mum, these past few weeks.”
“Nobody’s been very good at anything, these past few weeks,” she muttered, darkly, but it was hard to be angry at her mother when she looked almost like herself again, when her arms were warm and wiry-strong around her shoulders, when she was here when almost everything else familiar was gone. She felt her heart begin to race at even the thought of driving her away too. “I don’t want to be angry with you!” she said, in a sudden passion. “I don’t want- everyone else is gone! Daddy, Justice, Orana, Nana- even Master Bodahn and Sandal! If I’m angry at you, and- and you go away too, who will I have left?”
Her mother pulled her close again then, smoothed her hand through her hair, kissed the top of her head. “Oh, Cara,” she breathed. “If anything happened to me, you have uncles and aunts all over the world who would do anything to keep you safe. But I promise you, darling, you could never be so angry or so terrible that I would leave you. I love you far too much for that.”
“You loved Daddy, too,” Cara murmured, and heard her mother’s breath catch, “and Justice. But we still left them behind.”
“That- that was different,” her mother said, after a long and awful silence, and there was something hoarse and broken in her voice. “I loved- I love them very much, but I didn’t bring them into this world. You, though - you’re here because of choices I made, and that means my first priority always has to be keeping you safe. That’s why we left them behind. I had to choose between keeping our family together, and keeping you safe. You don’t have to like that choice - I don’t - but-”
“So it’s my fault?” Cara’s voice was an unhappy squeak. She knew her mother hadn’t meant it, but- she still needed to hear her next words in her own low, tender voice.
“Of course not, sweetheart. Of all the people caught up in this mess, you’re the only one who did nothing to deserve it.”
She thought of her fathers, then, the last time she’d seen them - the black mood that had crept across Anders’ features, the flash of white-hot light that had been nothing like Justice at all - and she hoped her mother was telling the truth, but still-
“If you were wrong,” she pressed, “if it turned out that everything that happened in Kirkwall- the explosion, the fighting, all of it was my fault… would you still stay with me?”
Her mother took her shoulders then, and drew her back from her chest even as she clung to her, until their eyes met, bright blue looking deep into golden-brown. “Remember I told you family tell each other the truth?” she reminded her. “That means you know it’s not a lie when I tell you: even if you’d done everything your fathers did, even if it turned out it was all your fault, I’d still stay with you.”
It felt true, then, both the promise and the truth that they could never go home again, and she burst into loud, messy tears against her mother’s shoulder, and, if Rhiannon Hawke cried too, Cara could not see it from within the circle of her mother’s arms, the last safe place in the world.
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split/kid! Kim AU as promised 😘
send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!
I haven't thought about this fic in so long I forgot it even existed, but I added it to the list just for you <3
In this fic, through ~magical handwaving~, Kim's younger self is split from his adult self. It was meant to only cut out his memories/trauma (bc Kim will turn to magic before therapy), but oops! Turns out all those memories became a whole person! So now there's a ~13 year old knife-wielding Kim running around the compound, and adult KimChay have no idea. The significance of that age is that's how old Kim was the first time he killed someone, and he sees that as the thing that ruined him as a person. So if he can get rid of the part of himself that decided to be a murderer, maybe he can become a better man for Chay. Spoiler, that's not how it works.
The whole idea behind the fic is Kim learning to forgive himself for the things he had to do to survive. It's a lot harder to blame yourself for life going wrong when you have to look that frightened child in the eyes and tell him everything is his fault. Kid Kim is also a darling, and the brother feels make me weep.
Chay’s phone is ringing on the nightstand. He reaches blindly for it, preoccupied with Kim’s mouth on his own. “Ignore it,” Kim murmurs, giving Chay’s bottom lip a chastising little bite. He’s half on top of Chay, both of them naked, hands wandering, and well on their way to a second round. Kim is making a very compelling argument, but… “It’s hia,” Chay says, and finally grasps his phone, hitting “accept” on the second to last ring. Kim huffs at him and starts pressing warm kisses along his jaw instead. “Hello?” “Chay,” Porsche greets jovially. “Question for you. Why is your boyfriend a child?” “... He isn’t?” Chay looks down at Kim, now mouthing at his collarbone, just to make sure. And yep, still the same twenty-three year old he’s been for the last four months. “I’m literally staring at him, and he is.” “I’m literally naked with him, and he isn’t. I think I would have noticed.” Porsche snorts on the other end of the line. Kim looks up at him curiously, his tongue tracing wet circles around a nipple. Chay tugs his hair to make him stop but it only encourages him to bite. “Want to tell me why you think Kim is a child, hia?” “I’m a what?” Kim asks, his voice low and rough and dripping with judgment. “Has your brother lost his mind?” “See for yourself.” Seconds later Chay gets a text alert. He pulls up the messages, and nearly drops his phone when he sees the picture that loads. There, sitting beside Kinn, wearing obviously borrowed clothes and the stormiest scowl Chay has ever seen, is Kim. Unmistakably, irrefutably Kim. Chay, left gaping and unable to speak, turns his phone around to show his lover. “... Hm.” “What the fuck?” Chay whispers. Then, “Porsche, I’ve got to go. We’re on our way.” He ends the call. “You’re not surprised. Why are you not surprised?” “I’m surprised.” “Really? Because you sounded like I just told you the road flooded in monsoon season.” Chay pushes himself up to his elbows, dislodging Kim. “What gives? What did you do?” “Why do you think I did something?” “Because there’s two of you!” “... I didn’t do anything that would have done that.” “But you did do something.” Silence. Kim refuses to meet his eyes. “Kim.” “It wasn’t anything bad! I just… Look, don’t be mad, okay?” Chay takes a deep breath, and then another. They’ve been together for two years now. They’ve seen each other through a lot. Chay can confidently say they’ve reached a place where Chay would forgive him for anything, because he trusts Kim not to do anything unforgivable. “Tell me what happened, then we can figure out what’s going on,” Chay says. “I might have… gotten rid of… my memories. Of my childhood.” “... What?” Kim squirms. He pulls the blankets up higher, suddenly vulnerable in his nudity. At least he doesn’t try to run away. “You’re always telling me to go to therapy. I thought I could go straight to the source, cut it out, then,” he takes a shuddering breath, “then I would be okay.” “Kim, you can’t—that’s not how it works.” Kim shrinks in on himself. Chay doesn’t let him hide, drawing Kim into his arms when he tries, clutching him close. “That’s—that’s half your life! And it’s just, what, gone?” “I thought it would be. Guess not. I promise I didn’t know this would happen.” “And you were just going to hide this from me?” Kim shrugs. Chay’s heart clenches wondering how long Kim could have gotten away with it. He never talks about his childhood as it is, like he’s already locked that part of himself away. “When do your memories start, then?” “When I was thirteen, I think.” “Why that age?” “That was the first time I killed a man.” Kim squeezes his arms around Chay’s middle, hiding away in his shoulders. Quietly, he adds, “That’s what broke me.” The day he lost his innocence, Chay thinks. He stopped being a child when he took his first life. Except he doesn’t believe that for a second. Trauma isn’t what makes someone an adult; Chay would know. Kim was still so young, and he must have been terrified. Alone.
#cookie writes#kimchay#i love this fic so much#and Kim ends up taking such good care of his child self#they cuddle after little kim has a nightmare etc.#but also little Kim and Chay are the cutest things ever#chay is like yay it's like a free little brother! im not the baby anymore!#and little Kim has the CUTEST crush on him#he's so excited when he finds out adult kim is dating chay
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get to know your moots
thanks for tagging me @almostempty this one's for you
what’s the origin of your blog title?: favourite word and favourite colour in 2001 and it just stuck
favorite fandoms: so there's this old man...
OTP(s) + shipname: shipname? like the bluenose? hms bounty? i actually haven't felt anything since jim kissed pam for the first time
favorite color: yellow
favorite game: every hot girl has a deep personal history with the sims and i am no exception
song stuck in your head: alter ego by doechii on repeat as i mentally hex my haters
weirdest habit/trait?: i'm deeply normal and on tumblr dot com, actually. i'm the first one
hobbies: having a baby has significantly diminished hobby time but i love to read, write, gossip, go for a leisurely stroll (while gossiping, ideally) and consume media
if you work, what’s your profession?: makeup artist on maternity leave
if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: the stay at home mom gig would be lovely to keep even though my boss is really cranky (something about teeth?! he won't talk to me! just says cookie and daddy over and over again!)
something you’re good at: making people laugh, winged liner on hooded eyes, telling when someone's had plastic surgery done (in a judgement-free way, i just find it fascinating!), abandoning a wip once it's 80% finished, finding a way to talk about the muppets, assuming someone's mad at me
something you’re bad at: accepting compliments, locking in, sleeping
something you love: my sons
something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: theme parks, the muppets, bernadette peters in hello dolly, rupaul's drag race
something you hate: pierre pollievre & friends, herniated discs, mushrooms
something you collect: pressed pennies
something you forget: my birth time, to brush my son's lil teeth, why i came into this room
what’s your love language?: i'm very aware love languages are a bunch of bullshit but i do be telling everyone how much i love them all the time
favorite movie/show: willy wonka and the chocolate factory, the muppet movie, singing in the rain (oops all musicals) and i love survivor even if it hasn't been good in years
favorite food: there was this vegan restaurant like an hour away from me that had a kick ass rueben sandwich but it closed down and i think about it all the time
favorite animal: puppy dogs and manatees (puppy dogs of the sea)
are you musical?: my dad says i have a voice like a nightingale
what were you like as a child?: deeply depressed and ugly. i don't think i'm an ugly adult but man i was not cute from ages 7-15
favorite subject at school?: drama (do not tell anyone i have a useless drama degree, it would ruin my mystique)
least favorite subject?: i'm so bad at math it's comical
what’s your best character trait?: i think i am quite kind and very giving with my love but sometimes i think i'm a seaslug so idk
what’s your worst character trait?: i guess probably calling myself a seaslug. i also turn into my father at the airport and it scares my husband. according to my sister-in-law my worst trait is *~everything~*
if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: i would have slept more instead of having pretend arguments in my head
if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: probably my grandmother because i think anyone famous would disappoint me
recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): my head is filled with visions of father-in-law javi p so i think everyone should read ain't shit sweeter. i have absolutely loved cherry by softlybarnes on ao3 so far!
tagging: no one, it ends with me
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AG Episode Watchthrough-Ep006- A Poached Ego!
Let's try this again. It's taken me like a year and a half to watch six of these. I SWEAR I love AG so much 😭 I just find it very easy to lose steam in this first stretch and writing these out takes a while so I end up just not doing it, but let's power through! Onto more interesting episodes soon!
Start note, just remembering where we last left off, we have the explosion counter at 12.5 (Mostly thanks to team rocket). By the end of AG we'll have an explosion counter, a rose counter, and possibly a 'guy on an island and/or boat' counter because that happens like 15 times in AG but for now, just the explosions. Drop counter ideas if there's any other AG-isms that you want me to keep track of as this goes on. I'll be tallying them all at the end of these as they come up.
So, anyways, starting off. Ash and co. are on the way to Rustboro. May is, once more, lagging behind and I truly believe that she would have been that girl in pajama pants that walked the mile in PE.
She complains that they aren't taking enough breaks. Ash tries to argue for like half a second but is like 'okay sure' as soon as she complains more. I am forever amused at their early AG dynamic- she calls the shots for the group but, like, by being pathetic about it 😭. She's so funny. I've said it before- by late AG she's more consistently characterized, but I have a soft spot for early AG May. She's such a funny mix of, like, adventurous and independent and lowkey scheming (Early AG Girlboss May™) but then you have scenes like these where she's also like 'guys my knee hurts and i haven't eaten in fifteen minutes, can we take six hours to rest?'.
SO anyways, Max is like 'yo there's a pokemon center up ahead' and through a weird contrived scene, May ends up falling back against a tree and feels something- there's part of a trap sticking out of the tree.
They go about their day and head to the pokemon center. May learns that every nurse joy is a different nurse joy, thus keeping that gag going.
Max says, quote, "Every pokemon center in the country is run by a nurse joy and they all look exactly alike". Have they ever referred to regions as countries before (or since)???? Probably just a little dub slip-up, but interesting nonetheless. I'm sure someone who knows more about worldbuilding and pokemon geopolitics could talk about that more at length, but I'm just here for shitposting and fun little character details, so. shrug. I'll leave that to the smart people.
Brock can identify this Nurse Joy from others because 'her bangs are a millimeter longer'. Hm. LMAO, ASH'S REACTION TO THAT IS "Awesome! Brock, you're amazing!" ???😭 Don't enable him.
Officer Jenny walked in. This Officer Jenny has Dirk Strider glasses on her hat.
Brock is weird about her too and also refers to Hoenn as a country??? Is this just a normal thing? It seemed weird to me but idk.
Moving on, Jenny mentions a poacher- Hunter Rico. Apparently Ash kept the little net diamond thing that was stuck in the tree, and he gives it to Jenny, who I almost typed as Joy, so sorry if that happens and I don't catch it. They go and show Jenny where they found it.
Team Rocket is spying. Meowth walks right off a cliff. I'm not leaving anything out, he just... starts walking while they scheme and oops, cliff. Maybe that's what the next counter should be, a 'falling off a cliff' counter (joking. I can only keep track of so much).
At the bottom of the cliff, Meowth comes across a cage with a bunch of poached Ekans in it. Meowth tries to get them out (because pokemon poaching is only okay when he does it, thank you very much) and finds out that the cage is electrified. Jessie and James come down to save him, and James just floating down with Weezing is forever hilarious to me.
Fascinatingly, TR is actually very affronted that the poachers would dare hurt the pokemon that they steal. Which, like, I feel as if TR's probably done worse?, but that aside, I do really like that they're up in arms about it and against it. It's a sweet sentiment. James is very mad about this.
Jessie decides that they should steal the Ekans for a snake army. Hunter Rico shows up with some Koffing. They battle. I'll count this as .5 of an explosion, bringing us to 13 explosions on the counter.
TR gets yeeted by Rico's Pupitar.
Jessie, quote: "I really hate men like that. I'm gonna tear him and his overblown ego limb from limb". It's not quite up there with James saying he'll tell Ash to jump off a bridge or Harley making a remark about strangling May with her bandana, but it's gotta be somewhere on the "they're just saying whatever the hell in AG, huh?" list.
lol.
TR gets chased by Beedrill and they run into a Cacnea. I'll speed this up some- explosion counter goes to 14, Cacnea saves them, James thanks it. We cut to Ash and co. looking for the poacher. They find him from overhead (Taillow). TR already has him and they free the pokemon. Dude sends out pupitar, it evolves.
Huh, Misty's voice is still the one they use in the 'Who's that pokemon' section.
Explosion count is now at fifteen. Update, sixteen. Lots of hyper beams. Seventeen. Thank you, hunter Rico.
Ash and co see the explosion fall-out and head over. They've, like, not even really been in this episode lol?
We get a sweet scene where Jessie and James say goodbye to Arbok and Weezing and send them to go look after the pre-evos.
Off-screen explosion eighteen but I won't count it since we only heard it. Another, 18.
Jessie and James and Meowth are all attacking this Tyranitar (like. Jessie and James are hand-to-hand trying to fight it) and getting beat the hell up, as one would expect. There's really funny sentimental music happening though and I feel so bad but I can't take it seriously because there's this serene violin music while they're getting pummeled to death 😭 I'm just not counting further explosions from this montage. He walks off and TR's just laying on the ground all beat-up.
Casual cut from that to the hunter running into Ash and jenny and co. Pikachu OHKOs his Fearow. They arrest him.
Cut to TR, they're up and walking again and James catches that cacnea from earlier :) Arbok and Weezing are now gone, but presmuably taking care of their pre-evos, and the episode ends.
This is super pretty.
Explosion counter: 18
Rating: 7! Still kind of all over the place and noncohesive, it definitely feels early AG, but there were some really sweet moments in this one and I like that it focused more on TR, even if I wish they'd committed more to this being a TR-centric pokemon goodbye episode, a la bye-bye butterfree.
#Tay watches AG#I'm going to actually commit this time. I mean it#tay's tag#pokeani#these are so hard to write out because it reads as if i leave stuff out and shit just happens randomly#but that is the episode. shit DOES just happen randomly
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After a long delay (brought on by distractions as well as scurrying around with moving preparations), I finally got around to watching The Two Towers with the Design Team audio commentary, with Richard Taylor, Tania Rodger, Grant Major, Alan Lee, John Howe, Dan Hennah, and Chris Hennah.
Here are some new tidbits of information I've gleaned from it:
Richard Taylor's least favorite prosthetic work of the trilogy is that opening shot in TTT when Frodo starts awake and you can see his ear. Richard doesn't think the color-matching was done very well - but in their defense, I literally never noticed it in all the dozens of times I've watched this movie XD
When filming on location up in the mountains for Emyn Muil, people would go to lunch on ski lifts because there were ski resorts in the valleys XD
I never picked up on this (oops!), but the idea was that, though the Uruk-Hai were bred to be hardier and stronger than regular Orcs, the unnatural process of creating them meant that they age and deteriorate faster than regular Orcs. So when they're in the sunlight, their skin gets blotchy, their eyes get cataracts, and their hair starts turning grey.
When they burned the village in Rohan, they accidentally burnt one of their fake dead horses, which cost $2,000 to make. Also, there was one shot (which didn't get used) where the fire from one of the buildings suddenly shot out towards the camera, and the cameramen had to flee for their lives!
They specifically called for extras who actually knew how to chop down trees for the scene where the Orcs are cutting firewood at the edge of Fangorn. They ended up with a couple guys who were champion woodcutters - which I didn't know was a thing!
Richard Taylor said that if he could go back and redo one thing for TTT, it would be to redo the contact lenses for Snaga, because they ran out of time to make any themselves and had to just use commercial ones, and he didn't think they looked subtle enough. It's okay, Richard, I don't think anybody's noticed!
The way they made the inside of the Orcs' mouths black (because Orc blood is supposed to be black, so the reasoning is that no part of their bodies would be reddish or pinkish) was that they had a licorice-based mouthwash they would make every Orc actor swish around in their mouth before each take to blacken the inside of the mouth. And they would have to be careful not to get too much of it on their teeth, or the teeth would all get black too @_@
In the scene where the Three Hunters meet Eomer for the first time, they didn't want Karl Urban to wear the metal hero's helmet they'd made, since he had to dismount a horse. So the helmet he's wearing is made of urethane, but is designed and painted so well it looks like metal. The same goes for the horses' armor, because even leather will irritate a horse's skin when it's not accustomed to wearing anything on its face.
Richard Taylor points out that Gollum's hair is actually one of the most important elements of his design, because without it, he would just look like an alien. The straggles of hair humanizes him and helps us believe that he was once not so different from a Hobbit.
Weta hung a maquette of the fell beast from the sprinkler system, until one time the building was getting an inspection and they had to take it down ^^'
There were 350 sets planned for the whole shoot, though in practice, of course, they ended up doing a lot more work than that, what with rearranging certain sets like the Fangorn ones to make the locations seem bigger than the space they were actually filmed in.
A year before they started shooting anything at the Edoras location, they contacted local farmers and asked them to grow wheat for them, so they would have enough to thatch all the buildings. Because some of the wheat still had seeds, some of them started sprouting during the shooting. I haven't seen it, but apparently there's one shot where you can see a bit of green growing on one of the roofs - unintentional, but it adds an extra element of authenticity to the scene.
They built the indoor stable set close to the mountain where they built Edoras, thinking that surely there would be at least a day or two where the weather wouldn't permit them to shoot at Edoras. But there was no inclement weather the whole time they were shooting there, so they didn't end up needing the stables after all. So they had to break down the stable set and take it all back to Wellington to use later.
To make the rabbits that Gollum hunts, they got rabbit skins and stuffed them with something like gelatin or Turkish delight, so Andy Serkis could get at it with his teeth through a hole in the skin and pull it out like he's eating the guts. I don't think I ever really thought about it before, but I guess I always sort of assumed Andy Serkis was just miming it and they filled it in with CG or something.
They hired a traditional saddle-maker to originally make about 25 saddles for the main actors, thinking they would only need him for that and then let him go. But he ended up working for them full-time to make all the saddles, work on repairs, etc.!
Helm's Deep was the first drawing Alan Lee worked on for the movies, and it was also the first miniature they made.
For Treebeard's leaves, they had to outsource leaves from China to get the right look and shape, but then they weren't the right color, and they couldn't afford to have the factory in China paint them. So there was one guy who spent months hand-painting all the leaves that would go onto Treebeard's body @_@ This is the kind of above-and-beyond work that makes LotR so incredible, I think.
The Forbidden Pool wasn't supposed to be so murky; they designed the bottom of the pool with all of these rocks painted to make it look deeper than it actually was. They had trouble with the water foaming, because there are detergents in paint, so whenever you have water running over a painted surface, you run the risk of the water foaming up. But they ran out of time to figure out how to get the water to flow clean so you could actually see into the bottom :'(
Richard Taylor's least favorite piece of armor was the extra shoulder guards they gave Legolas for Helm's Deep. They wanted to show him also adding some extra armor like the others, but also wanted him to be immediately recognizable in wide shots. Richard Taylor thinks they compromised too much - they should have committed to either more or less. Personally? I never even noticed it was any different ^^'
They were struggling to get the Elf extras to march in time with each other, but what they discovered was that if they told them all to hold their bows exactly upright, the concentration it took to keep the bows in position actually helped them all march in sync with each other! Funny how little things like that work with our brains.
If I understood correctly, that one Uruk at Helm's Deep who screams with a really wide mouth in a close-up is actually an animatronic?! It was the first thing they built and shot for the demo they showed New Line to convince them they could make this project, but actually the last thing they shot for the final version of the movie.
The Uruk crossbows were made from timber that was leftover from some repairs in the workshop XD
Okay, here's a bit of lore that never really comes out in the movie: The berserkers, the Uruks who are first off the ladders (or like the suicide bomber guy carrying the torch to the wall), were designed with the thought that their helmets are filled with human blood before being forced onto their heads, so they'll be filled with bloodlust and be fiercer when they fight.
The greens department was too good at their job! Sometimes, they would dress the set with all the rocks and bits of grass and other things like that to be ready for the shoot, and it would look so natural that when other crewmembers would come in to set up, they would park their trucks and equipment on a part of the set that had been painstakingly dressed for filming!
There was a Gore and Injury team that was responsible for all of the makeup for blood and that kind of thing, and they were all very proud of their jobs. The truck they used to cart all of their buckets of fake blood and slime used to be a fruit and vegetable truck, and it still had the logo on the side that said "Fruity" XD
"We ended up making blood in huge quantities." - excellent out-of-context quote XD
(I feel like I've heard parts of this, but not all of it.) The first battering ram they made for Helm's Deep was way too heavy for stunt guys wearing full armor and also trying to act. But the second battering ram they made was too light! So with the third attempt, they made it lighter with a hollow middle where they could put sandbags to adjust the weight to get it just right. But the sandbags would move around as the ram was lifted, so they had to put barriers ("bulkheads" I think was the word used) inside to keep the sandbags from all bunching up at one end or the other.
Richard Taylor observed that actors and stunt people are actually more dangerous with the rubbery stunt weapons than they are with the real, "hero" weapons. With the sword made out of real metal with a sharp edge, they're cognizant of how dangerous it is, so they're more careful with it. But if you give someone a rubber sword, they'll whack the living daylights out of everybody XD
One of the challenges of using a miniature for the flooding of Isengard is that water doesn't scale very well. Because of water's surface tension and other physics factors, if you shoot water flooding a miniature, it will be immediately obvious that the water is too "big" for the objects it's flooding. So, ironically, they had to put a digital layer of water over the real water they filmed to make it look more realistic.
I can't remember if this was mentioned in the Director/Writer commentary or not, but back when LotR was originally envisioned as two movies, Peter Jackson wanted a dramatic moment with Frodo to end the first movie, and so for a time they floated the idea of one of the Nazgul on a fell beast coming to Amon Hen when Frodo puts the Ring on. John Howe talks about this, and how it's actually not as far from the book as you might originally think, since in the book, Frodo puts on the Ring on the Seat of Seeing and catches a glimpse of some flying creature heading his way. In the book, he takes the Ring off in time so the creature doesn't actually find him, but the idea was to have the Nazgul arrive in the movie. Thankfully, that didn't end up being necessary because they were able to make three movies.
The scene after the battle of Helm's Deep where Legolas and Gimli meet up and figure out who won the competition was John Rhys-Davies' first day on set??? He wasn't used to the prosthetics on his face yet, so he'd sweated a lot and it had become detached and left a weird wrinkle in his forehead. So they had Gino Acevedo, one of the prosthetics people, lying hidden amongst the orc corpses, holding onto a string or something attached to the prosthetic, pulling on it to try to keep it taut against John's forehead. I watch the scene, and I can't even imagine that happening off-screen @_@
In the Flotsam and Jetsam scene, the props guy came up to Dan Hennah before shooting was supposed to start, frantic because the apples weren't floating. Dan was like, "What? No, apples float!" but the guy tossed an apple into the water and it sank. So they hastily tried to come up with a solution, thinking they'd have to core a bunch of apples and stuff them with polyurethane to get them to float. But Dan was still positive that apples floated. So then he grabbed an apple and tossed it into the water...and it floated. And so did the next one, and the next. Eventually, they figured out what the problem was: There were some wax apples among the props that were so lifelike that the prop guy thought they were real apples, but the wax ones were heavy enough that they sank. So they could just use real apples in the scene. But they did have to stuff the turkey with polyurethane so it would float.
They ended up making 139 different versions of Frodo and Sam's packs @_@ They had to make different packs for different stages of the journey, because of weathering and eventually them carrying less and less in the packs as they get to Mordor. Then they had to make twice as many, because they also needed scaled-down versions for the scale doubles.
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Untitled - Chapter 1
Hi uh, this is my first time writing a fanfiction, but I wanted to try my hand at it!! I feel like there's not nearly enough angsty stuff involving sonic directly (or maybe idk where to look) but it's going to be like sonics depressed or something I haven't fully decided yet might continue, might delete who knows! :3
It had been a good day, relatively speaking that is. Sonic and Tails made quickwork of eggman's robots terrorizing the townsfolk on their trip for groceries, and then they met up with the rest of the gang and team dark to grill some burgers on the beach. The air was warm, the sunset was breathtaking and he was surrounded by the sounds of those he loved most.
So why was he so empty inside?
It was something the hero wondered almost daily. He lay in a hammock on the beach, gently swaying in the wind as he focused on his breathing. To any onlookers, they would see the azure hedgehog lazily swaying in the wind, not a care in the world. But inside Sonic’s head was a different story. He was reckless, he knew this, careless, he knew this too. But for some reason he felt incapable of change. Sonic anxiously waits for the day where his flaw would get himself or his friends hurt, or worse.
As he lay, dozing off intermittently, the sounds of his friends laughing and chatting approached, he opened one eye lazily, and saw Tails and Amy drying off while approaching, with Team Dark and knuckles lagging behind.
He got himself up and out of the hammock, stretching his arms and putting on his shoes as he smiled and walked to meet the gang. He was so ready to be done with the day.
“Hey Sonic!” Tails beamed up at his big brother, “You missed out of the game of the century,”
Sonic vaguely recalled being asked to join the groups volleyball game, but the idea of washing the sand out of his quills later filled his feet with a weight that would not let him join, not that he really wanted to anyways.
“-And then Amy dove in like wooosh and saved the ball like it was nothing!” Ah Tails was still talking about the game.
“That sounds great, Bud! Sorry I missed out, I wanted to play with you guys but I ate waaay too many chili dogs if ya know what I mean” Sonic laughed, sheepishly patting his stomach. He missed how Shadow’s head tilted at Sonic’s words, his heightened hearing allowing him insight on the convo of the group ahead.
The walk back to his hut felt like it was taking ages, I mean, he is Sonic the hedgehog, he runs around faster than the speed of sound! He wanted nothing more than to zip to his hut and sleep. He was so tired, his feet were dragging with every step, he wanted to just get it over with and be home. But, he agreed to help Amy carry her bags back to her place, ever the gentleman.
After what felt like hours, the pair of hedgehogs separated from the group and finally arrived at Amy’s house. Watching Amy fumble with the keys made him want to scream, his exhaustion increasing the annoyance tenfold. He placed her stuff down and turned to walk out but, Amy being Amy, she just wouldn’t stop talking. He tried to just give her what she wanted, nodding here, saying oh wow how interesting, timing laughs to what he assumed was supposed to be funny.
Why didn’t he enjoy the company of one of his best friends anymore? He and Amy used to be able to talk for hours and hours about everything, both being extroverts made it easy. It wasn’t just Amy, Sonic was growing tired of the constant belittling by Knuckles, or even Tails explaining things to him like he was stupid, which he wasn’t.
“Are you even listening to anything I’m saying to you?”
Oops, Forgot about Amy.
“Sorry Ames, just a little out of it tonight, I guess Eggman hit me harder than usual,” He lied straight through his teeth, “But anyway-”
“Yeah right, you’ve been ‘out of it’ for quite a while now Sonic,” Amy sighed, beckoning him to sit at the counter with her, he sat.
“Y’know the way your acting is getting to Tails, I bet you didn’t even see how sad he was you didn’t join us today.” Amy was gazing out of the kitchen window, not even sparing Sonic a glance.
“It was obvious you weren’t listening to him either.” She turned to face him, and really took it in. The Hero of Mobius, saver of worlds, heartthrob of their generation, was a mess. Dark bags under his nearly lifeless eyes. His quills were messy and unkempt, more so than usual, and he lacked the characteristic energy and chatter that made Sonic, well, Sonic.
“We care about you Sonic, and whatever you’ve got going on, I sincerely hope you figure it out.”
Sonic felt sick. He bid his farewells to Amy, with feeble promises to make it right and do better. He thought about spending the night with Tails at the workshop, thinking some late night videogames and laughs would make up for missing the game. But he was so tired and his bed was so close. Another time, he decided.
He laid in bed staring at the ceiling, the fan slowly blowing on his face, drying his eyes. He didn’t understand what was happening to him, why he was feeling this way. He searched his mind for an event that could have brought this on, but there was nothing. There was no reason he could think as to why he suddenly was so tired, why everything and everyone was so so annoying and why he just couldn’t bring himself to do things anymore. Sonic had been through some pretty messed up shit. Even he knew well enough to admit that, but it had never affected him before.
Whatever was going on he would be fine, he always was.
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Peter Parker X Fem reader - Tony Starks Daughter.
Peters Pov:
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Ugh I thought as I looked up at the clock.
Can this class go a little faster or I will be late for my meeting with Mr. Stark.
And he hates when people are late for important meetings, sounds a bit ironic because he is often late for important meetings himself.
My thoughts were interrupted by our teacher calling my name.
Teacher: Mr Parker, the principal wants to see you in his office.
Okay why would the principal want to see me.
But I got up and took my stuff and started walking towards the door.
My best friend Ned looked at me strangely.
I just shrugged my shoulders and told him I would write to him later and then continued on my way to the principal's office.
(Timeskip).
Yns Pov.
Yn: Yes Dad, I'll come with him as soon as he gets here.
Yes, I had to use my powers.
Tony Stark: Okay as long as no one saw you and see you later.
And love you honey.
Yn: I promise dad no one saw me and I love you too.
We said to each other and hung up, dad has asked me to pick up peter.
Because of two reasons, that he is too busy and two he thinks school takes too long.
I don't understand why he asks me.
I who have never even met him.
I can tell you a little bit about myself.
My name is Yn Stark and I am 17 years old and I have brown hair and brown eyes just like my father.
And if you haven't caught my last name, I'm the daughter of the multi-millionaire Tony Stark himself.
I don't know who my mother is.
And I've been homeschooled my whole life.
Peter: Who are you?
I turned around and saw a boy my age.
Damn he's cute.
Yn: Are you Peter Parker?
Peter: Yes, I'm Peter Parker, who are you?
And what have you done with our principal!
Yn: Okay calm down, one question at a time.
The answer to your second question.
I haven't done anything to your principal, he's at a conference and I've only borrowed his appearance, To get you here.
And the answer to your first question.
My name is Yn Stark my father has asked me to pick you up.
Peter: Did you just say Stark, like Tony Stark.
Yn: Who do you think I'm talking about?
There is only one Tony Stark.
Look, I promise I'll answer all your questions when we get to my dad's, and one more thing don't freak out.
Before he could ask or say anything, I used my powers and transformed into his Aunt May.
Yn: Oops, I forgot to tell you that I can shapeshift.
(Timeskip)
Yn: Dad we are here now.
I shouted and started to walk towards my bedroom but was stopped by Peter.
Peter: Wait you promised to answer my questions.
Yn: Right.
Okay go ahead.
Peter: How old are you?
Why has Mr. Stark never mentioned you?
And do you have any other superpowers than just shapeshifting.
Yn: I am 17 years old.
Why my dad has never mentioned me is a secret.
And yes, apart from shapeshifting, I can read people's minds.
Like right now you're trying to figure out why it's classified and that you think I'm pretty.
Peter: Wow.
I went up to him and closed his mouth.
Then I left and told him.
Yn: Hope to see you again soon Peter Parker and one more thing you look very good too.
The end.
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