#i'm still old school i have no idea how the search thing works

[archangeldyke-all]

Oh man I have ideas..

Sevika has a home back in Zaun but she has to have an apartment in Piltover because of councilor duties until she fully adjusts to topside and accepts the insistent offers of a manor. Imagine being her wife and just helping her relax after her first day, cuddling and all that whilst adjusting to the fancy apartment bigger than your old house.

Or..

Sevika taking her wife out for a walk in Piltover, admiring more of the garden as the plants grow upon new soil. A talk about the future whilst holding hands.

Or..

Them renewing their vows, having that damn fancy wedding of the dreams.

Toodles!!!

EEEEEEEEK okay lets do some councilor sevika (also isha and jinx are still alive in this story because i said so. she doesn't need to suffer so much to still be an incredible leader. give her her girls!!!)

men and minors dni

you were the first person approached about sevika representing zaun in piltover's new council post-war.

you were a little concerned to find councilwoman shoola and three members of her personal guard on your front stoop-- and for just a moment you had a flash of anxiety that she was here looking for jinx or isha.

"councilwoman. hello." you say, still surprised. you've met the woman a few times before, both of you attending various re-building efforts around the undercity. she holds up a hand.

"please, dear, we've built a bookshelf together, you've seen me at my lowest. you can call me shoola."

"h-how can i help you counc-- shoola?" you ask. she smiles.

"i'm here regarding your wife."

you frown. "...is she in some kind of trouble?" you ask, already mentally planning how to worm sevika out of her trouble. the councilwoman chuckles.

"quite the opposite, actually. i'd like her to join the council... as an ambassador to the free nation of zaun." she says.

you nearly shit yourself at her words-- sevika's life work casually mentioned like it's just a sidenote. "the-- free?" you ask.

she smiles. "while the deaths of the other councilmembers in the war was a horrible loss, there are some issues i could never get my late colleagues to agree on. now, though... i've been given full authority to reorient the power structure of the council to avoid anymore kirraman's taking over-- and i've always been of the belief that zaun should be free."

"and w-what... you want to arrest jinx in exchange for it?" you ask.

shoola chuckles. "no."

"y-you want isha?" you ask. shoola laughs again.

"what could i want with a child? no!"

"so... what do you want?" you ask, your voice shaking as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"i just want your help talking sevika into the job. i know she can be... stubbo--?"

"bullheaded?" you guess as shoola searches for a kind word to describe sevika's stubbornness. she chuckles at your description of your wife and nods.

"here." she hands you a stack of papers. "i've outlined the full responsibilities of the job. as well as the benefits she will receive for serving. please. look it over and talk to her, would you?"

you do.

it's an excellent proposal.

as the undercity figures out how it wants to self govern, piltover will fund zaun's public infrastructure as if it's their own-- meaning that the undercity will, practically overnight, have access to things like clean water. and schools. and welfare. they will provide these services for up to fifteen years as zaun finds it's footing.

the position outlined for sevika in piltover's council is a way to assure piltover doesn't back out of their promises-- that somebody is there to call them out when they try to cut corners in helping the young nation of zaun find it's footing.

and, while your wife might miss the more physical aspects of her old work, you can see her chewing out some stingy old councilors for their greed in your minds eye, and you can't help but smile.

"what're you smilin' about?" sevika asks.

you jump and slam the folder in front of you closed, blinking up at your wife.

she's back from her meeting with ran, scar and jericho. the four of them have grown close in these past few months as they coordinate rebuilding efforts for various neighborhoods across zaun. you have to gulp, trying not to get dizzy with the possibilities of what sevika's job offer means for them as a team. as team zaun.

"h-how was your meeting?" you ask. sevika raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you and you huff. she sinks across the table from you, easily pulling the folder out of your grasp.

"meeting was fine. the elementary school bein' built in firelight's territory is almost ready to open. first school in zaun." she says with a smile. "now, what were you smiling at?"

"i was approached by councilwoman shoola this afternoon."

sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "did you two try to build a chair this time?" she teases. you groan and kick her shin, before tapping the folder in her hands.

"no. i was asked to convince my stubborn-ass, incredibly loyal, strong, beautiful, hard-fucking-headed wife to join the fucking council."

sevika blinks. "what?"

"they want you in the new council. serving as an ambassador. to the free nation of zaun, sevika."

sevika blinks again, and then she rips the file open, her silver eyes flying across the confidential text. "the fr-- the free nation of zaun?" she asks, her eyes flying up to yours to confirm. you grin and nod.

sevika flies out of her seat and crawls across the dining room table to reach you, tears flowing down her cheeks as she kisses you like her life depends on it.

you're there when shoola and sevika finally sit down to discuss the opportunity. shoola's the first piltoverian to not turn her nose up at the messy state of your small home-- she even grins at the sound of jinx and isha bickering from their bedroom. "you two have made a lovely home for yourselves, here." she says, sitting down at the table and jumping a bit when a toy squeaks under her bum. "i can almost see the love leaking out of the wallpaper."

"could be black mold." you whisper. sevika and shoola both sputter surprised laughs.

"sevika. have you considered my proposal?" shoola asks.

sevika sighs and nods. "i have a few conditions before i agree." she says.

this surprises you. as if the prospect of representing a free zaun isn't tempting enough, you saw the salary sevika's being offered. it's the kind of money that could buy you a house big enough that all four of you could have your own bathrooms.

(secretly, though, you hope you live in a tiny house forever. you like tripping over your family-- being within reaching distance at all times.)

"first. i'd like you to assign me the budget to employ three of my trusted confidants as advisors. i can give you their identities if you'd like, but i give you my word that they're good peo--"

"done." shoola cuts sevika off, scribbling a quick note in her journal before looking back up at the pair of you with a smile. "what else?" she asks.

you smile a bit. sevika blinks, then gulps. "jinx and her little friend ekko get a full ride to the university up top. they're incredibly gifted, and with a little proper education they could advance zaun--"

"you don't have to convince me, i remember how the war went. without them, we'd all be dead. i can arrange that."

"i don't want to leave zaun. i can't represent these people if i'm not living here. i'll need a car to get--"

"would you like a personal vehicle or a driver each morning and evening?" shoola asks.

sevika blinks. "a-a driver." she says, a little shocked.

"anything else?" shoola asks.

sevika nods. "o-one last thing." she reaches over to grab your hand. you have no idea what she could possibly want beyond what she's asked for-- she's taken care of her friends, her family, and her transport.

"anything." shoola says. you think the woman might mean it.

sevika looks down at her lap and sighs. "we... we never really got married." she says. you blink, not at all understanding why she's telling the councilwoman this. "i mean... we had a party and we exchanged vows," she says, a smile tugging at her lips. you squeeze her hand and her eyes flick up to yours, before shyly darting away like you guys haven't been married for a decade now. like you guys don't have two kids together. "but we never... nobody gets married in zaun. 's expensive. the trip up to the justice is too far. and..." sevika gulps, her voice getting shaky as she looks back up at you. "and you're the reason i've fought so hard for our home in the first place." she whispers.

tears start to well up in your eyes and you let out a shaky laugh. "what, 're you proposing to me again?" you ask. sevika snorts and shakes her head before turning to shoola. the woman's drying her own tears.

"will you arrange to have us married? officially?"

"i'd be honored." shoola agrees.

the wedding is small and intimate, you and sevika, jinx and isha, vi, ran, scar, jericho, and shoola.

the councilwoman took you to a beautiful little garden a few blocks away from the council, and she married you, officially, as the sun set and your girls threw handfuls of confetti into the sky.

your whole party marches through the streets of piltover and back to zaun for the afterparty, councilwoman shoola laughing happily as you introduce her to the zaunite tradition of barcrawling.

each bar you enter, jericho happily announces that you and sevika have been freshly married. sevika, being the new spokeswoman of zaun, is quite the celebrity now. all of this is to say, you spend the night drinking many free drinks, hugging many drunk strangers, and kissing your wife on request about a thousand times.

it's the best night of your life.

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Mommy's Natasha

Y/N: 6 years old Wanda and Nat: teachers Story: Wanda invites her girlfriend over… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I hate school! I always beg mommy to not let me go there, but she always does. I used to like school, but few weeks ago a group of boys from my class started making fun of me after discovering my mama is a teacher there. They even broke my crayons a few times.

I haven't told mommy about it. She has a lot of work and she'd be sad, so I'm keeping it for myself.

"There you are! Let's see what we have for lunch" Johnatan says, taking my bag away and searching through it.

"Give it back! It's mine!" I fight back, trying to get out of the strong hold of the other boys that are holding me. Honestly, I don't know what the entire class finds so funny about it. They always take my lunch and then I'm hungry the entire day. I don't exactly find that funny.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's going on here?" The most strict teacher on our school comes to the class… Miss Romanoff. She teaches older students Russian which is cool, but I already can speak that language… it's really similar to Sokovian.

"Nothing" The boys say, letting go of me. I quickly wipe my tears, knowing that if I didn't they'd do something horrible to me afterwards.

"Nothing?" She asks, raising her eyebrow. "It didn't really seem like nothing to me"

"She started it!" Johnatan points at me.

"Did she?" Miss Romanoff asks, bending a bit down to look into Johnatan's eyes.

"Y-Yes" Johnatan says, he's clearly scared of her. I'd be too if I was on his place, cause she seems to be on my side.

"I don't want to see that ever again. Understand?" She looks at him sternly and he only nods. "Good" She stands up again, turning her attention at me. "Y/N, can you come with me for a moment? And take your bag with you" She gives me a smile.

I have no idea how does she know my name, but I guess she knows my mom? I better take my bag and walk out of the classroom with her.

"Are you okay?" She asks me and I nod my head. "Sit here, sweetheart" She smiles, pointing at a chair in her office, so I do as said. I climb up and wait for her to speak. She sits on another chair opposite me. "Was this the first time they were being mean to you?" She asks and I shake my head no. "Did you tell your mom?" I shake my head again. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want mommy to be sad. She has a lot of work" I tell her honestly, looking down at my knees and trying to push back my tears.

"Детка, your mommy needs to know things like that. She might be a bit sad, but she's going to do everything to protect you" She smiles. "Will you promise me you'll tell her?" I better nod my head. I don't know why she's being kind to me, but it's a bit scary. "Okay. Now tell me what were they doing with your bag?" (baby)

"They took my lunch. It's probably in the trash by now" I answer with a sigh, still looking down.

"Anything else?" She asks and I shake my head no in response.

"Okay. Come on. Let's buy you new lunch then" She smiles and stretches her hand for me to hold. I give her a smile, hold her hand and we walk to our school cafeteria.

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Mama and I just arrived home from school. I haven't told her anything yet since mommy's new girlfriend is coming over for dinner, but I will tell her tomorrow.

Mama gets into cooking and I get into building a fort, so I can play before she comes. All I know about that woman is that her name is Natasha and that she's nice. At least that's what mommy said, so I hope she'll be nice to me.

"Y/N, baby, clean up the fort please! Natasha should be here in 10 minutes!" Mama calls from the kitchen.

"Yes, mama!" I call back.

10 minutes? I can play for a few more and then clean up. Just 5 more minutes…

Doorbell

"Y/N, could you open the door please!" Mama calls. "Coming!" I call back.

That must be Natasha and I haven't cleaned up the fort yet. Mommy will be mad.

"Oh. Hey there" A familiar voice says.

"Miss Romanoff? Are you here to tell mommy? I haven't told her yet, because mommy's girlfriend Natasha is coming over for dinner" I quickly explain.

"No, honey. I'm not here to tell your mommy. But I think you should tell her as soon as possible" She smiles. "I'm here, because your mommy invited me over for dinner"

"You are mommy's Natasha?" I gasp, making her chuckle.

"I guess I'm mommy's Natasha. Yeah" She says with a smile.

She's completely different than at school. It's like someone changed her. But I like this version more.

"Y/N/N, is it Natasha? I hope the fort is gone like I asked you to?!" Mama calls.

"Yeah!" I call, knowing I have to clean it now otherwise she's going to be so angry with me.

"Someone hasn't cleaned up the fort, am I right?" Miss Romanoff says with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"Please don't tell mommy, miss Romanoff. I'll clean it right now" I tell her nicely. I really don't want to be in trouble.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll go to see your mommy and you can clean it up meanwhile" She smiles. "And you can call me Natasha. We're not at school"

"Okay. Thank you, Natasha" I smile. "Mommy is in the kitchen" I quickly do all the cleaning, take a 'thank you' picture I drew for miss Ro-Natasha earlier and head to the kitchen.

"There you are. Where have you been, honey?" Mama asks, lifting me up and sitting me onto her hip.

"Cleaning up a bit more" I whisper, playing with her hair.

"A bit more?" Mama chuckles. "Okay. Let's get into eating" She kisses my forehead and sits me on a chair.

"Wait. Can I speak with Natasha alone please?" I ask as I jump off the chair and take a hold of Natasha's hand.

"Mmmkay?" Mama says, giving me and Natasha a confused look. "I'm gonna check how well you cleaned up" With these words she goes away.

"Up, please?" I smile, lifting my arms for Natasha.

She lifts me up, sitting me onto her hip just like I asked her to. "I drew you a picture" I smile, showing her my drawing.

"Wow. That's really pretty. Thank you, sweetheart" She smiles. "How did I deserve that?"

"I wanted to thank you for buying me lunch and saving me from Johnatan" I thank her, playing with her long curly red hair.

"No problem, детка" She smiles. "If they're mean to you again, you can come to me, okay?" I nod with a smile. "But that doesn't mean you don't have to tell your mommy, okay?" (baby)

"I will tell her tomorrow, I promise" I promise her.

I rest my head on her shoulder. She's not the scary teacher anymore. She's mommy's Natasha.

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[tocomplainfriend]

Funny thing (not really) I’ve noticed is that Viv has always fetishized m/m relationships. There’s obviously Stolitz, but it goes back way further. There’s Addison from Zoophobia being shipped with a guy who works at his high school, but to mention that Viv has drawn NSFW of them despite Addison canonically being a minor. There’s also Autumn and Rusty, the former whom gets bullied by Rusty cause Rusty is secretly in the closet. Ten years later and she’s still weird about m/m relationships.

TW: fetishizing Queerness

I tried to search a little for Addison's age. In the wiki, that I know Viv did not write it says he is 18, other post say 17- there are people saying the age got changed too? I know almost nothing to zoophobia- if anyone knows about this claim, share your knowledge and importantly evidence of the age thing in specific? I do know about those snake drawings. And also was Viv 19? Have no clue-so I'm not gonna super talk about it without knowledge.

About the Rusty thing, I don't think Viv is a good enough writer (of relationships especially, cause Stolitz mainly) to pull that relationship or story. I don't think she can pull the idea of the closeted bully, purely by the fact that she doesn't understand or acknowledge the problems Stolitz has. If she needs to put down characters to make Stolas seems better and try to justify the power imbalance. I don't think she could write this if she wanted to. This closeted gay bully is such an old trope, too. I think the worst you can do (also as a non-amazing writer) is actually tried to make a romance out of it? Cause a lot of these tropes are more like "HAHA THE BULLY IS GAY HAHAHA", rather than "aww the bully was just sad and gay all along". I don't like it. (also this includes when the bully doesn't bully his romantic interest)

A lot of problems in mlm stuff Vivziepop does is similar to those Yaoi fetishization shit. Where there are also power imbalance. Also, this treatment of the characters like Moxxie? Like he is bi, and with Millie- and his treatment is so shitty. The hole thing of MILLIE PEGS MOXXIE, and that funny cause is less manly of him? Or where the succubus sexually assault them and that is funny??? (that one is not even Blitz being an asshole to him, it's made to act funny). As soon there is something viewed as feminine from him, the show makes fun of him. His feminine appearance in Unhappy campers also leads to make fun of him. Where he is the most vulnerable and insecure is that episode. He is more objectified in a feminine appearance.

Just the entirety of Stolitz is literally a lot of yaoi-sh problems. Also, I do see a lot of red flags in how they wrote Fizz and Asmo'. Because Fizz was insecure af, that he needed the approval of Mammon as an imp. Mammon was using the power that he had over Fizz to use him to get money. He got his approval from Asmo another sin in a higher position of power. (The power imbalance is not the problem vibes). Plus, The Big dominant protector and the sub small uwu cure relationship. Fizz, compared to the first time he appeared, he is so vulnerable and acts so cutesy. Like, the confidence he had during the S1, disappeared so bad. Acting so nice to Glitz and Glam, felt like cutting out all attitude to "uke-fing" him into needing a savior. They make him so powerless

Fizz, a quad amputee, was put in a vulnerable situation related to his trauma and where he lost all his limbs and horns. All to make Blitz "redeem" himself and make them friends again... THAT SUCKS.

Also, there was the fact of how over-sexual all the male mlm characters are, too. Like, Chaz was so much more sexual than Verosika as a succubus.

IT JUST SUCKS.

[csuitebitches]

I really enjoy your blog and was wondering if you have advice on one of my biggest mental blocks. I'm 23 but struggle to feel like an adult and being independent deeply scares me even through I want to be "chasing my dreams". I've lived with my close knit family my whole life and still spend a lot of time with my parents. I'm almost going to move away(in the next year) and so I've began the process of getting a car/saving money, etc. But then I find myself subtly sabotaging these efforts because the idea of being alone/moving away also terrifies me. I really want to experience moving to a city and working and traveling and doing things I want and at this point I'm finding it draining being my parents "stay-at-home-daughter". But I also get anxiously sick when I try a push myself for more independence. I've put so much on hold going through school and then living in my home town w. parents and it's kind of scary to imagine dating (never prioritized men + parents didn't let me date in highschool= never had a bf or anything) or living alone even though I'd love to have the experience. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. Basically I still feel like a 15 year old when it comes to my personal life and that feels a bit shameful.

I want to tell you that we all feel what you feel. You’ll only ever feel like an adult when you’ve exposed yourself to the outside world, regardless of whether you can handle it or not.

independence scares you because it’s unfamiliar territory. Often when we look at people who are independent and on their own two feet, they seem to have a sense of self identity, purpose and responsibilities to handle.

I’m always in favour of people moving out of their parents homes for a couple of years at least (the culture where I come from also emphasises on the whole family living together and there’s no move out at the age of 18 concept) because I see the pros and cons of both situations of living in/ out of your parents home.

No book, YouTube video, friends’ experiences will teach you about being an adult. You have to step out and experience it yourself.

Start doing exposure therapy. Basically, slowly, bit by bit, immerse yourself into the traditional adult experiences.

I’ll give you examples. Understand fully how your insurance works. Keep all your medical records in both a physical and a digital file.

Understand how your car functions as a product - which means guarantees, warranties, insurance, emergency numbers, mechanics nearby, etc.

Start tracking all your spending expenses, even if you’re using your parents money at the moment. The earlier you start this habit, the better. Create a monthly budget for yourself and stick to it.

Start doing your own laundry in the house and learn that not all clothes go in the washing machine, some go for dry cleaning etc.

Make it a goal to learn to cook at least 5 dishes properly before you leave. If your parents are good cooks, ask them to teach you or go to every introvert’s favourite site, YouTube.

Pretend that your room is a mini apartment and try to keep it clean at all times.

Start socialising more. Not just with known friends. Sign up for a random hobby class like a book club or a running club where you can meet more people. Yes it’ll be difficult, yes you’ll have moments of awkwardness but don’t give up after just one meeting - go and meet new people to get used to the idea of interacting with strangers.

You can’t rush into feeling like an adult. It takes time. Exposure therapy is the best way to get into it. The more responsibility you can healthily shoulder, even if you fail at times, you’ll still start feeling more confident.

We weren’t born with the knowledge of car tire changing mechanics, insurance, cooking or tidying up. We had to learn them as we grew up. It’s perfectly alright to not know how to do something. The beauty of living in today’s world is that the answer to nearly every question is one google search away.

[jojo-schmo]

Now I'm curious: what did your first Kirbysona look like? It's hard to imagine you not being the bubble witch!

Once upon a time… I made my very first Kirbysona in 2010! I was in middle school hehe. I was still keeping to myself in the fandom (definitely a good thing since I was so young), so I could only think of Kirby’s species as an option for myself! I loved the Beam jester hat, and I had just played Crystal Shards for the first time so I used them to tip the ends of my hat! :P Then I just straight up gave myself the Star Rod to carry around simply because I liked it! Tying a ribbon around it means it’s mine now haha. I think I had light powers or something like that.

I couldn’t find any colored pictures of her from my childhood in my short search- so this is what I think I remember her colors as. (Colors have always been a little hard for me in art. When I visualize things in my head they look more like black and white storyboards so I rarely colored my art at the time.) if I do find an old colored drawing I’ll show it hehe.

It’s nice to look back at this. This was before I learned about how people online made fun of “Mary Sues” or “cringe oc’s. (A trend that I’m happy has quieted down in recent years.) Before a time I felt too afraid to share my ideas and art in fear they weren’t “special or original enough.” This was just a pure expression of how I imagined I’d live in the Kirby universe, and how much fun I might have with my favorite characters….

I stopped drawing this little puffball shortly after starting high school. But I still thought about her sometimes.

Fast forward to 2023. I wanted a sona to represent myself once I realized my art had a small following on here. But I wanted take the design beyond a puffball, and maybe create a sona that actually looked a bit more like me while still existing in the Kirby universe. It’s not super obvious but when I was designing my Bubble Witch form I thought it would be nice to carry over a few small elements from my original childhood Kirbysona. Just as a small homage to the child I used to be. And in a way, she’s still part of me.

I can’t physically hug the little girl who made that Kirbysona… But I can definitely keep doing my best to take care of myself and create work that she might’ve liked.

[hibischush]

Idk if we’ll ever get canon ages of the bachelors and bachelorettes for FoM. But do you have exactly any headcanon or idea of how old they are?

You know I was just thinking about this! I have a few ideas but still unsure so feel free to put your input in the tags 🌺

Bachelors

Balor 🪙

26 or 27

He's a merchant that has built a reputation around the town and outside of it, he needs a few years to do that

Especially considering he was a ""former rouge,"" he'd either have to spend a few years to regain trust or change his identity lol

He looks young but acts older if you know what I mean? Idk I guess has a lot of experience

March ⚒️

I'm giving the pretty confident answer that he is 22

He acts like an angsty teen so he's younger but definitely not over 25

For historical accuracies, a quick search claims that blacksmith apprentices would start around age 13 or 14 and would last from 4-8 years (this is from a quick google search so the source is....trust me man...)

I think he would have started at 14 and the apprenticeship would last at least 6 years (he's an "award-winning" blacksmith so I would assume that the two years after he graduated he would build up his fame)

Hayden 🐔

Anywhere from 35-42

I feel like 30 is too young for Hayden but's that just me

He could be a younger silver fox you never know

For maximum DILF points he has to be 35≤

I think a happy little median would be 38

Ryis 🌲

I like to think he's 23 but 22-25 also works

He definitely looks young but I don't think he's at his mid twenties just yet

Eiland 📜

23

It makes sense to me, he still looks young and has some youthful outlooks on life or on his dreams

and that's not a bad thing!

If he ended up getting education as a historian/archaeologist then it puts him at the end of his education

But his age depends on Adeline's since I'm not sure if he is the older or younger sibling (or if they are twins)

If they are twins they both would be 24 but if he is younger then I would keep him at 23

Bachelorettes

Celine 🌼

I know that a lot of people would hc her as younger (like 21) and like

her looks fit the bill

but I think she has a baby face and I think she'd be 24

Juniper ♨️

Juniper gives the "fun wine aunt" vibes

So I think her age range is 28-30

Reina 🍳

I think that Reina would be the youngest out of all of the bachelorettes

I think she'd be 21

I don't have a great reason other than she just seems lost in a way

Like doesn't know what she wants her "niche" to be

She likes cooking and that's great! I think she'd make an excellent chef

But as long as she stays a part-timer at her parents inn she just reminds me of a dove that hasn't left the nest quite yet

Valen 🩺

38-42

Medical school and residency explains most of this

She just gives a very mature vibe so I think she'd be on the older end

However, I think she would be older than Hayden so if Hayden is 38, she'd be at least 40

Adeline 🌷

25

She gives older sister vibes and with how stressed out she is that just solidifies my opinion that she is older

She's getting to the age where she's figuring most things out but some things still escape her y'know

Some things are learned with age (like learning how to relax)

Bonus: if Caldarus does end up becoming a romanceable then (they?) would be the oldest by a long shot. Easily 1,000+

Some of the romanceables look/act super young, but since you can get married the automatic age minimum is 18. But honestly even that is pretty young to get married (at least in the modern day)?? I want to hear the rest of the communities thoughts too.

[cycleoffates]

Just found you here after searching Pumpkin Panic (again). You see, I found that demo back in 2014-2016 and I feel like it made a huge impact on what my art aesthetic preferences are because your artsyle is super colorful and the game really gave me candy and Halloween vibes! So once I a while I search official art you have posted about it. Whether you come back to making games or not I wanted to thank you for creating that demo and showing your spooky ocs. Hope you have a nice day!

hello!!! thank you so much for sending me this message. apologies if my response has been somewhat late, Tumblr's a place I hardly check and free time isn't something I have as much as I used to. 🥲 sorry if this is gonna be a long response too! i didn't intend it to be but I'm feeling somewhat sentimental.

even if i've pretty much been radio silent all over the place, this message has been something I've been constantly thinking about for a while. well, this one and a few that have been left on one of my videos. 🥹 (I'm posting them rq bc they bring me joy)

Pumpkin⭐Panic (yeah, with the star bc i found out there's another game called that now) has always been very near and dear to my heart. i made that demo when I was still a kid in high-school w/ a lot of ambitions. the idea for it was very impulsive, bc it started out as me making a gift for my followers on Halloween. i have no idea how I managed to create a demo for it in under a month (I have no clue how I was able to do it back then 💀).

talking about and posting OC stuff has always made me shy bc I wasn't sure how people would perceive it (or rather, my original, non-fandom creations), but it warms my heart to know it's been (and is still) loved by a lot of ppl who remember it to this day, even if it's very old. not to mention, it's very outdated, littered with bugs and was made on a (now defunct) laptop with a broken audio jack (hence why the audio is so loud (LOL)). making a game by yourself is harder than it looks!!!

it's been......... maybe 10+ years now? i think since it's initial creation. wow. typing that out makes me feel OLD. during all that, I put out another game demo and tried to write visual novels, but none of them were finished/saw the light, either. I'm somewhat ashamed of that too. i wanted to make more stories, but I just found myself lacking the time and the motivation (Tumblr was dying, I started working towards a college degree, you get the gist).

at that point, i stopped posting OC content as much (bc you know, social media engagement with fandoms and commissions gets you clicks!). i kept all those to myself (granted I didn't have a lot to begin with LOL) and only shared them with close friends. sometimes i'd post something on the bird-app, but it wasn't constant.

and then few years ago, a couple things happened to me (for the worse?). it opened my eyes and made me realize how impacted I (as a person) and my creations (as extensions of me) were by others who I shared personal connections with (through relating w/my characters). those things changed my life and made me anxious about talking about them again with others. i got scared. it was bad.

from then on, i shifted my gear towards making a lot of money as I could from commissions. flash forward to the beginning of last year, I had my "icarus-flew-too-close-to-the-sun" moment.................... yeah, burnout is NOT fun.

but at the same time, during those years of making bank and struggling, I was able to connect with someone again who made me love talking about my OCs again. i started roleplaying w/OCs again, I started writing and drawing OCs again. granted, they're not the same ones as before, but they're still my characters, and I want to share their stories with the world (someday). yeah okay, this is veering away from Pumpkin⭐Panic so i'm pulling the reins back on it again.

thank you again (from the bottom of my heart) for sending me this ask. this probably wasn't??? the answer you were expecting, but it made me feel something so HAVE AT IT. 🥹 I have attempted to create some semblances of art for a Pumpkin⭐Panic "reboot" but never got far, so it's most likely I won't be picking the game demo project back up. maybe I'll post them here if I remember to?

i've been thinking about giving the main game some closure at least. an artist I follow did something where when they decided to quit their webcomic, they posted the scripts/concept art/etc of said webcomic so fans can look at it. i think that's something I might try and do, if people are interested.

i also had plans for a prequel game (visual novel written conceptual draft)......... that? that's something I'm still thinking of doing one day, mostly because I have a new OC project now (not PP! related) that I want to bring to life but have no idea on the direction I want to go with. a friend told me that maybe trying to do an experimental visual novel with the prequel (of PP!) might help me get a feel for where I want to go for said new story. it doesn't have a proper name that I'm happy with, but............

i just think these goobers deserve that finished, at least.

thank you one again for your ask, sorry if it was sooooo long-winded, and i hope you have a wonderful day as well! <3

[juniperhillpatient]

thank you SO much @missjessefantastico for the tag <3 ALSO EVERYONE READ THIS SERIES ABOUT VAMP WILLOW, THE UNDERRATED HYENA KIDS, & MORE!!! It's so good btvs fans who love underexplored ideas & characters pspspsps

20 Questions For Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 19

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 3,027,073

3. What fandoms do you write for? It's been Avatar the Last Airbender for the past few years. I have an old & probably not-good Rick & Morty fic up. Before that, I had some IT fics. I've got an orphaned fic for scream & one for house of 1000 corpses.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

the benefits of getting a flat tire this is Zuko running away from home & running right into the gaang - also uncovering some family mysteries & reconciling with Azula. modern au. it's Zukka & aw I'm nostalgic for those early days of mine in the fandom

if this were a movie this is basically an ATLA Hollywood Au. Zukka & Azutara. Past Jetko. I was happy with some of the dramatic moments in this fic.

not another high school au lord help me lmao. I'm SO sorry if you are reading this & you happen to love this fic but it's not the thing I'm most proud of. this is basically just me dipping my toes into writing ATLA modern AUs & in that sense I guess it's nostalgic? this is the fic I wrote as a newbie to the fandom just trying it out & I still do lovingly appreciate everyone who was kind & welcoming in those early days!

six feet under ATLA TVD AU MY BELOVED OMG. this is a vampire diaries au. there are no 1:1 translations but azula is damon, katara is a mix of jeremy & elena & so is sokka, zuko is stefan & YEAH. also aang is bonnie & iirc I probably even gave toph something fun to do. ozai is Katherine which is forever hilarious to me. yeah, this was a fun fic.

5. in search of glorious happenings of happenstance this fic is about nothing & everything at the same time. atla/modern world fusion with the four nations existing but also it's modern. all the atla teens/kids are going to college at ember island university & the fic takes place across a year. it's slice of life, comedy, drama, & chaos. lots of ships but I think azutara & jet/zuko/jin are probably, at the end of the day, the romances that are at the heart of this story although platonic relationships are also pretty important in this fic, IMO as much as romances. it's probably my magnum opus or something.

Do you respond to comments? yes <3 I am sometimes slow & I am not perfect but I TREASURE comments & do attempt to let people know as much. I write for myself, I post for the connections I make along the way.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the devil you know for sure. this is my atla/scream modern au. I talk about it constantly because I'm so insanely proud of it but if you don't know it's exactly what it sounds like. it's horror & tragedy that I feel really proud of & I do think those elements are at the heart of my writing passion despite me usually being a bit nervous about using them. so. I'm proud of this fic. & it has a very bittersweet ending but the tragedy is...there's a lot of tragedy. no more spoilers because I want people to read this!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? most of my fics have decently happy endings despite me claiming to prefer tragedy lol. I seem to recall the things we leave behind (mailee youtuber au with jetko & auztara. & they were roommates!) having a tooth rottingly fluffy ending lol

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really. it's happened before but it's not a big thing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? sometimes I write the smutty scenes from my fics then save it only for myself. no you can't see. it's probably terrible. there's some shitty zucest smut of mine out there somewhere but I'm not sure it's any good & couldn't tell you where to find it lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I think the AUs I write are called "fusion" because it's more "inserting characters into another world & the characters of that world aren't a thing." but my fic the balance of things was actually a crossover with characters from both wizards of waverly place & atla interacting. also I wrote THIS one-shot that's a crossover between the game the coffin of andy & leyley & the show wizards of waverly place. I didn't post it on ao3 but I'm just saying.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  I don't think so?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have vague memories of doing this with this girl I was online friends with back in my fanfic.net days, years ago. I think it was Destiel.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? to write? I don't have one right now. I think maybe I got kinda burnt out on everything having to be about one ship or whatever rather than just telling the story & maybe that's a small part of why I'm taking a temporary break from fic writing & focusing on an original story so I'm not staying within fandom approved in parameters & I can just do whatever feels right ya know? I like Cisne's answer about any willow ship tho. me with my faves tbh hehe

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? can't think of one but I can think of fanfic ideas I'd like to return to & fully realize after I get back in the mood

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I'm okay at characterization although moving away from fanfic & working on something original has me questioning myself constantly!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm very lazy & often neglect research. sometimes if I don't know how to explain something I just change the whole scene so i don't have to bother.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? could be neat in the right context!

19. First fandom you wrote for? probably family guy lmao

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? maybe 'in search of glorious happenings of happenstance.' I think 'the devil you know' is objectively the strongest. but happenstance is just such a specific version of the characters that's fun to me? it's one of those two that's my favorite, depending on my mood

this is very long so these tags have even less pressure than usual:

@reythespacebae @theowritesfiction @imaslowlearner-butilearn @chasingfictions @hello-nichya-here @matchamarshmallow @akiizayoi4869 @dont-leafmealone @peony-pearl @lunaintheskyforever

also, anyone who wants to do this just say I tagged you!

[wigglywantshiswrath]

I have yet to actually thoroughly explain the Antichrist AU so I'm gonna get into it!

(warning, this'll be a LONGGG text post- so here's a TL;DR: Antichrist AU was made by me and my friend, the Lords each chose a human to basically kidnap and use to eventually bring the worsg apocalypse ever. Wiggly chose an orphan, Tinky chose a cousin of Ted and Pete, Pokey chose a mean girl, Blinky chose a part time twitch streamer part time theorist and Nibbly chose the roomate of the streamer, a stoner.)

The Antichrist AU is an au me and a friend made where the Lords In Black see that Webby speaks with Hannah a lot and they go "Hey! Let's do that ourselves!" but in their own fucked up way. They each chose a specific human to deem whats humans call "an Antichrist" (which the Lords think it's funny to call "Anti-webbys"). These Antichrists are assigned with the job of living with the Lords in The Black and White until one day they will be used to bring upon Hatchetfield's worst apocalypse yet. 

We'll start off with Mateo. Mateo is a 10 year old orphan who never had much. The old orphanage Hatchetfield somehow still managed to have never taught the children much of anything. Mateo still managed to grow up a kind and sweet kid, when one day while wandering around outside he found.. a wiggly doll. This was the day Wiggly chose him, as he was one of the only actual KIDS to love a wiggly doll. Not even a few nights later, Mateo dissapeared from the orphanage, and it was barely even noticed. Mateo doesn't mind though. He's simply happy to have a "mom" now! He calls Wiggly his mom, as Jenn has said he reminds her of the "wine mom" stereotype, and because of how Wiggly is... oddly parental to Mateo.

Next up is James. James spankoffski. James is the 16 year old cousin of the spankoffski bros, a cousin they barely knew of, as James' parents weren't.. the best. Infact, they were horrible. Horrible to the point James ran away to Pete and Ted's house they shared, as their parents weren't really.. living with them, leaving Ted to raise Pete. Whats one more child to add to the mix? They didn't have to take care of James for long either before he dissapeared. James was chosen by Tinky because James was rare.. his birth in a timeline was a rare event. Usually he either was never born or died at the hands of his parents or an accident. So an alive James was such a rare find for Tinky.. he couldn't just let him go. James is a very paranoid and anxious boy, scared of almost everything.. not a very good mix with Tinky, but they'll... be fine.

Then we get to Sabryna. Sabryna was observed by Pokey for a longggg time.. farrrrr before the Antichrist idea was given. Sabryna is a rich, rude 16 year old girl who puts her EVERYTHING into her school theater programs. She wants to be the best. She wants to do something to make her parents proud of her. Her parents.. barely ever cared for her. They gave her all she wanted only so then she would shut up and they could forget she existed. Sabryna.. wants them to know she exists. She does all she does and gets awards and becomes the star of every show put on so then her parents will acknowledge her. When taken by Pokey, Sabryna's parents barely even care to search for her. Sabryna has a new father now. A father who will be far more impressed with her theatrical work, and who will give her the attention she wanted.

Almost to the end of the list, we get to Karl. Karl a 19 year old who was once considered a nerd in Hatchetfield Highschool.. before he became burnt out, and accepted that. He's still a nerd, but now is a nerd who streams on Twitch part-time, and also uploads.. questionable theories onto youtube. He's a bit weird, writing down a lot of things he learns about people, and being scarily observant of small details. He shares a house with his bestfriend since childhood, Jenn, who occasionally appears on his streams. He was chosen to work for Blinky, and even though he is given an exact replica of he and Jenn's old room, access to his computer, youtube channel, and streaming stuff.. he isn't just accepting all this now. He's always writing down all info he can get about the Lords. Blinky may watch everything, but Karl is watching him.

and finally, we get to Jenn. Jenn is also 19 and was chosen by Nibbly for reasons that aren't exactly explained. Maybe it has to do with Nibbly's themeing for desire? Jenn is very provocative for her age, caused by something in her childhood she has never explained. Jenn lives with Karl, and lives mostly off of Karl's twitch stream donations. She doesn't need much in life, mostly just using the occasional money from Karl to buy more snacks or weed from Perky's Buds. She had connections to the owner, Emma Perkins, as she is who had taken in Jenn in her last few weeks of being 17, so then Jenn could finally be free from the fostercare system she had spent her whole life in. Maybe though Nibbly's reason for choosing her was just how she eats a lot of food from the hunger from usage of weed. Who knows? Def not Jenn.

And that's all of them!

Okay I lied there's 1 more

Darcy. A recently turned 18 year old who was chosen by Webby to try to help stop the Lords. Darcy felt.. special. She was able to be communicated with like Hannah is. Webby wanted to show herself to Darcy, and had told her to meet her in the woods so they could plan how to save everyone.. but when Darcy got to the woods early.. some illegal Nighthawk hunters didn't see her.. they tried to shoot a nighthawk and missed, instead shooting the girl they hadn't seen. She died almost instantly, and the hunters, not wanting to be arrested, ran off and told no one of what they had done. When Webby found the girl, she was terrified and distraught. She didn't want this to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen. Darcy, however, wasn't giving up. She managed to come back as a ghost, now with long white hair and web-like veins. She now still works with Webby, trying her best to help the Fosters and everyone else.. she wants the Antichrists to stay safe.. but oddly.. she feels as if she can help the Lords themselves. Foolish optimism if I do say so myself.. Webby can't look at Darcy for long without feeling guilty.. she hadn't meant for Darcy to die in all this.. but Darcy forgives her and doesn't mind. It's not like she had a family at home anyways.. her mother had died in childbirth and her father was a busy store owner that basically had forgotten he ever had a daughter years ago! He was under some kind of spell.

[myymi]

intro !!

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⤿danielle / myla

⤿18 || [02/23]

⤿agender || they/them + ny/nym (preferred, but im ok w any!!)

⤿alt.blogs :: personal - @dyymi || art - @ceemi

⤿ao3

⤿mutuals are free to ask for my discord 💜

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⤿don't forget your daily clicks!!

faq !!

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⤿"are you still taking prompts?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋmy bio will say if theyre open or closed <3

⤿"how do you get inspiration?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋlistening to music!

⤿"can i draw art based on your fics?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋof course!! please tag me if you do, i'd love to see it!

⤿"have you written for any other fandoms?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋyes, but you'll never find it. i never posted them lol

⤿"any tips for __?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋcheck my tips tag first!

main tags !!

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⤿tails - miles tails prower

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& sonic - unbreakable bond / dynamic duo

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& knuckles - brain and brawn

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& amy - pinky lemonade

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& shadow - bumblebee

⤿asks - myyanswers / anon / anonymous / anon ask

⤿drabbles - myydrabs

⤿fanfic - myyfics

⤿headcanons - myyhcs

⤿alt.blogs rbs - dyymi / ceemi

⤿tips - writing tips

(you may not find every post when searching up tags. i sometimes forget to tag them, and a lot of these are new ones. sorryyy)

fics !!

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[it's quite long, so i'm going to add a read more]

��Quick Trip

⇢ ˗ˏˋTails just wanted to run to the store to pick up a few things but was attacked on his way home.

⤿Tails can Purr

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust the family finding out tails can purr

⤿Tails can Purr | Sonic Boom Edition

⇢ ˗ˏˋthis is before season 2, same time as cabin fever cause i love that episode

⤿Welcome To Westside Island!

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails runs into some old 'friends'

⤿What Kind of Genius Can't Figure This Out?

⇢ ˗ˏˋThe crew stay behind to lend a hand in repairing the chateau after the avalanche hits. Over time, Tails properly processes everything that happened that day, but is left with more questions than answers.

⤿Early Birthday Gift

⇢ ˗ˏˋTails is working on The Tornado when Amy swings by the house with an early birthday present

⤿Sonic Hoodie

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic comes home to tails in a hoodie that looks like him

⤿Feelings

⇢ ˗ˏˋSonic and Tails have a little talk about what happened during the war.

⤿Reality Check

⇢ ˗ˏˋWhat starts as a normal day with Tails fixing up Omega after an accident turns into the fox receiving a reality check from Shadow

⤿Chaotix Babysitting

⇢ ˗ˏˋour favorite detective agency look after our favorite two tailed fox while he's sick :)

⤿Abandonment Issues

⇢ ˗ˏˋKnuckles and Tails are left home alone for the first time. It later proves to be a terrible idea

⤿They're Called Scary Movies for a Reason

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails watches a horror movie for the first time. it does not end well

⤿Echidna Memorial

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles takes sonic and tails to the memorial he made for his ancestors :]

⤿It's What Brothers Do

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust a cute little moment between the boys, set in the aosth universe :]

⤿That's His Little Brother

⇢ ˗ˏˋsomeone else saves Sonic instead of the avatar

⤿Worried

⇢ ˗ˏˋAs Tails packs up the Tornado, Sonic comes to him to talk about something on his mind.

⤿What's the Point?

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails notices people don’t typically care to listen to his tech rambles so he stops

⤿Sleeping Troubles

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles wakes to find tails missing and sets off to locate him. they talk abt history :]

⤿Hide and Seek

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust kids being kids. for the most part, anyways

⤿You're Not Alone

⇢ ˗ˏˋa small rewrite of one of the scenes in the third issue of idw's scrapnik island :]

⤿Rainy Day, Sick Hedeghog

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic gets sick, leaving tails to take care of him :]

⤿He's Still Five.

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles watches over tails while sonic goes to fight eggman

⤿First I Love Yous

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic wakes up to a empty bed that should’ve had a fox cub in it

⤿Jelly

⇢ ˗ˏˋbasically; tails finds out he’s allergic to jelly. lethally

⤿Sonic Prower

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic changes his name

⤿Online Fights

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails get into a fight like losers /lh

⤿If you can't catch a Hedgehog, Torture a Fox

⇢ ˗ˏˋthis is based off a response my friend got when messing around with an eggman ai

⤿School Troubles

⇢ ˗ˏˋTom and Maddie get a call from the school about Tails

⤿Complimentary Colors

⇢ ˗ˏˋobligatory first meet fic starring sonic and tails

⤿Waiting

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails waits for sonic to come home

⤿Storybook

⇢ ˗ˏˋEither Tails has a nice nostalgia trip, or Sonic gets to embarrass him. The joys of being the big brother.

⤿Easily Hurt

⇢ ˗ˏˋ"You ever think about plastic surgery to fix those, uh, freaky tails?" -- based on the events in episode 61 'fast and easy' in aosth

⤿Situation

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles gets some visitors

⤿Tumblr Drabbles

⇢ ˗ˏˋvarious drabbles from tumblr

⤿Find a Rock

⇢ ˗ˏˋbaby tails meets amy

⤿One Last Favor

⇢ ˗ˏˋa scene from telltale's the walking dead game rewritten w sonic and tails

⤿Mobius Lost Another Hero

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails, knuckles, and shadow scavenge for supplies. it does not end well

⤿Grocery Shopping

⇢ ˗ˏˋlittle slice of life fic, aosth bros

⤿Similarities

⇢ ˗ˏˋshadow sits on a roof to sulk. tails says no

⤿Tail Wags

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails finds out his tails wag

⤿Rainstorm

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles sonic and tails are stuck in a cave during a rainstorm

⤿A Warm Meal

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s1e2)

⤿New Allies

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails meet knuckles !! yayyy

⤿Bitten

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s2e1)

⤿Actions Have Consequences

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s1e3)

⤿What Did I Do?

⇢ ˗ˏˋmy take on what happens after the end of sonic prime part 3 (contains spoilers)

⤿Have You Seen Tails?

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic wakes up from his nap and tails is not there

⤿False Paradise

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails talk on angel island

⤿Collapsed

⇢ ˗ˏˋa large hotel collapses while a certain fox is inside

⤿Holoska

⇢ ˗ˏˋonce the world began to restore itself after the war against infiite, tails sets out to explore an abadoned eggman base located in holoska

surely nothing bad could happen there

⤿Love is Confusing

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails has no idea what love is

⤿Familiar Faces

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails runs into a few familiar faces as he's transporting a batch of weapons to the resistance's armory

⤿Welcome to the Team

⇢ ˗ˏˋAmy and Sonic are on a walk through a forest when Knucks, Amy's Sandslash, runs off the path. They follow him, and Sonic ends up gaining a new team member. - pokemon au

⤿Closer is Better

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails falls asleep on sonic for the first time

⤿A Small Celebration

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails's eighth birthday is here, but there's a problem; sonic isn't there to celebrate it with him

⤿sacrifices

⇢ ˗ˏˋ" Tails smiles, "See you on the ground?" "

⤿Tumblr Drabbles

⇢ ˗ˏˋvarious drabbles from tumblr

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 5)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

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The time comes, Hogwarts is under fire; Harry Potter has been cornered. The death eaters have assembled a battalion on the outskirts of the school. It’s been surrounded by a protection charm, the people inside are prepared to fight.

When Voldemort calls Rosanna and Draco to the front lines, they know it's time. One final decision, one last sacrifice.

"Rosanna, Draco, come." The dark lord purrs, motioning them away from the group, away from Lucius and Narcissa. "I have a rather special task for you."

"Yes, my lord." Draco answers, but as always, Voldemort is fixated on Rosanna.

"You knew the Potter boy. He may still hold affections for you," The noseless man whispers. "There's something I need from inside the school. You are trusted, and therefore, you must get it for me. Draco, would you accompany her? Make sure she doesn’t run into trouble." Or cause it.

"My pleasure." Draco nods, putting a protective arm around her.

"What are we looking for?" Ro asks, shakily.

Voldemort's mouth twists into a grin, "Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem."

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They enter Hogwarts, largely unnoticed, in the chaos. The room of requirement appearing with ease, and they shuffle inside.

Taking a long look around the room, Rosanna sighs, "piece of cake." It’s cluttered from floor to ceiling, wall to wall.

Draco runs his fingers over the plat in her hair, reaching the middle of her back. "You say that like we're in a hurry." He replies, just as sarcastically.

"Wanna tell me what the hell a diadem is?" She takes a step toward the nearest pile of items.

"Tiara," he motions to his head, as if placing a crown.

"Does everybody dump something in here?" Ro scowls, turning over a dark oak box.

"Good a place as any."

"If we find it, we'll need something to destroy it." She reminds him, "I think Harry used some kind of tooth to get rid of the diary?"

"Basilisk fang," Draco's heard the story on more than one occasion. "Can’t easily get our hands on one of those."

"Good thing we have one." Harry says, stepping out of the shadows.

Rosanna turns to her old friend. "Shit, Harry. How long were you standing there?”

"Long enough to be sure you were still you.” Harry half smiles. “S'good to see you, Ro."

Hermione steps around, meeting Rosanna in the middle and holding fast. "Are you alright?"

"Can't complain," Rosanna says, as they finally break apart.

Ron greets her next, "getting a bit round through the middle, don't you think?" He chuckles, squeezing her shoulders. "Might want to lay off the sweets."

"Shut up." Rosanna grins.

"Malfoy's been taking care of you?" Harry approaches last, embracing her for a beat.

"What kind of back handed question is that, Potter?" Draco snarks.

"As much as we’ve all missed your banter, there’s work to do." The pregnant woman reiterates. "We're looking for-"

"Lost diadem of Ravenclaw?" Harry offers.

Rosanna nods.

"Brilliant," Ron says, "you guys are with us then?"

"For now, Weaslebee." Draco replies.

The group spreads out to cover more ground.

"What will happen if you don't return with it?" Hermione pulls another chair from the pile.

"Nothing good." Malfoy grumbles. "Is this the last one then? Horcrux?"

"That and his snake." Harry can hear the diadem hissing, like the other horcruxes, they must be getting close.

"If we play our cards right, we could still get close enough." Rosanna gnaws the inside of her cheek. "Kill Nagini."

"Then you'll be killed, awful idea, Ro." Hermione chastises.

"I've accepted the fact that I'm probably gonna die." Rosanna confesses, still searching through the odds and ends.

"Hey, no one's dying tonight but him." Ron replies, with fierce determination. "We didn't come this far to lose it all now."

Draco and Harry are silent in their work, Harry understands that Rosanna is onto something. He is also in acceptance of his own untimely demise.

Draco on the other hand, is still tempted to take Ro and run. Let the chips fall where they may. He has enough stashed away, they could live comfortably, some place no one would look for them.

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They destroy the diadem and head their separate ways.

Rosanna and Draco coming across a death eater standing over a disarmed Fred Weasley. It isn’t anyone they recognize, only the higher ups were invited to meetings at Malfoy Manner.

Rosanna deals the woman a confundus charm.

"Thanks, Ro." Fred says, collecting his wand.

"Don't mention it," she taps his arm. Still his kid brother's annoying friend, who shows up to eat on major holidays. "Seriously, I’m not supposed to be here."

The red head zips his lips with a grin.

Navigating the castle, with Rosanna one week short of her due date, is a nightmare. However most woman go over the nine month mark, which is a comfort to both them.

"Everything's gone to shit." Draco bites out. His dark mark has gone from twinging, to outright burning. Voldemort is attempting to summon him. "It's time we get you out of here."

"Draco," Rosanna grabs his elbow. "I can't leave."

"You've chosen a side, you've helped find the diadem, seen it destroyed. Potter is a shoe in." Draco wants, more than anything, to just take her. Hating him be damned, so long as she's alive to hate him.

Unbidden, Voldemort's voice pierces the veil of their minds to deliver a message. They have one hour to hand Harry over, or he will take him by force, killing anyone who stands in the way.

"We have to find Harry." Ro says, as soon as Voldemort stops crooning in her ears.

"Potter told you to keep away from him until the time is right; until the end. If the dark lord catches wind that we've helped him-"

"He's gonna give himself up." If Harry dies, they lose.

"Granger and Weasley will sort it out. Strictly from a strategic stand point; there are times you must to lose the battle, to win the war. If there is part of the prophecy you must still answer, you must survive long enough to answer it." Draco reasons, tucking her safely behind a nearby pillar.

"Draco... I don't want to die. I don't want you to die. But more than that, I know I can't live in a world where Voldemort is in power. I can't bring a child into it. I'm sorry if that's selfish." The words leave an awful taste in her mouth, but she means them; to the core of her being.

"You're not selfish." Draco murmurs, sick to his stomach.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" She whispers, clearly her words upset him.

"Because I am." He runs his knuckles over her jawline. "I want you to live, more than I want him die." Draco confesses.

Rosanna sighs, wrapping her arms around him. "Stay with me, till the end?"

Draco nods, desperately returning the embrace. Burying his nose in her hair, taking all of her in; and then letting all of her go.

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"Harry Potter is dead," Voldemort announces.

The mass of death eaters behind him rejoice. Hagrid is among them, restrained by a rope necklace, held in several different directions. Harry's limp body in his arms.

"From now on, you put your faith in me." Voldemort smiles, proudly. "Those who wish to join me, declare yourselves. Those who are unwilling, prepare to meet your end."

Draco's fingers twitch against Rosanna's, maybe if he holds her tight enough...maybe if he just loves her enough, he can keep her safe.

"Draco," Lucius hisses, extending his hand. "Come on, don't be foolish."

"Sweetheart." Narcissa chimes in, when he make no move to join them.

Where you go, I go.

Where you go, I go.

And no one moves.

"Insolent fools! Can’t you see? You’ve already lost.” Voldemort shouts, sending a curse their way. It ricochets off the wand Draco is wielding, a replacement for he one he’d given Harry back at the manor.

Voldemort begins to laugh, the death eaters join in his hysteria.

It's no secret that Draco isn't the strongest wizard, despite his pure blood heritage. He's never been as skilled as Rosanna, who could cast nonverbal spells. Draco himself is shocked.

"I'd like to say something." Neville limps forward from the group, delivering a speech that will not soon be forgotten. Ending with him drawing the sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat.

Harry flops, like a fish, onto the cement at Hagrid's feet.

This is it. This is their chance.

"Potter!" Draco calls, tossing his wand.

Voldemort fires a string of curses Harry's way, causing the walls to crumble around him.

"Get inside the castle!" McGonagall instructs the still cheering students.

Harry Potter is alive.

"Are you ok?" Rosanna demands, tugging at Draco's sleeve as they rush past the door frame.

"I'm fine, are you alright?” He counters.

“Yeah,” Rosanna tries to catch her breath, as they continue their brisk pace farther into the castle.

"We need to sort out what to do about wands. We only have yours, if we run into trouble-"

"If?" A voice from behind Draco startles him.

"What are you doing here?" Draco demands of his father, Narcissa beside him.

"My son and grandchild are in danger, where else would I be?" Lucius asks, in a clipped tone.

"But you-"

"Not everything is black and white." Draco's father reminds him.

"I suppose it's not, Lucius." A tall, raven haired, man says. Wand poised at his former ally. "Didn’t take you for a traitor. A sniveling coward perhaps, but never a traitor."

The death eaters lock in a duel.

"We need to find Nagini." Rosanna insists. Hermione and Ron were looking for the snake too; before they got separated in the crowd.

"Go," Narcissa nods, "we'll hold them off as best we can."

Draco exchanges a look with his mother. "Thank you."

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They spot Nagini on the staircase, slithering toward the courtyard.

"I've gotta get closer." Rosanna says, taking the stairs as fast as her legs allow.

"Come again?" Draco growls, keeping her pace.

"Cover me." She insists, stuffing her wand into his hand; leaving him to tend the two death eaters that follow them.

"You have no wand." Draco turns his back to her reluctantly, blocking a spell. "Nine months bloody pregnant." He tosses his own hex as he scolds her. "And you want to get closer to the giant snake?"

It is possible to channel magic without a wand, but that is advance spell casting, far beyond anything they’d been taught in school.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Rosanna says, with conviction, and for a solid second, Nagini is suspended in midair; before plummeting back onto the staircase, with a sickening thud.

"Rosanna, I swear-" Draco is cut off, as the man to his right narrowly misses Rosanna with the killing curse. The green light hitting Nagini instead. Unfortunately, the snake cannot be so easily killed. "She is," expelliarmus, "a piece," stupefy, "of work," crucio. "But she is my piece of work." Avada Kedavra.

"Didn't think you had it in you." The remaining man chuckles, "your father never had the stomach."

"I'm not my father." Draco doesn't owe anymore explanation.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Rosanna tries a second time. The snake is pulled back toward her, snapping at her face, before being whirled up into the air. Her entire body trembling with the effort. Unlike using a wand as a conduit, she herself has become the vessel through which the magic is harnessed.

"Ro!" Ron calls, racing down the stairs, past Draco, with Hermione in tow.

"Tell me you’ve still got the tooth." Rosanna replies.

"How are you doing that without a wand?" Hermione asks. Few wizards or witches can perform wandless magic that reaches their desired outcome.

"Not very well," Rosanna can feel herself weakening.

"We've got it from here." Ron assures her, leading the snake away.

Rosanna collapses as the spell is broken, falling unceremoniously onto her ass.

"Don't move." Draco warns, finishing off the older man, before joining her. "You can't do that to me. I couldn't get to you, if something would've happened, there was nothing I could do."

"I'm sorry." She understands, if roles were reversed she'd be pissed too.

Draco checks her over, throughly. "You look like hell."

"Thanks," she huffs a laugh.

"Bloodshot eyes, ghostly pale, your lips have no color." Draco presses two fingers to the pulse point at her neck. "Weakened pulse, heavy eyelids. You're going to faint, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think so." Rosanna relaxes into him.

He chuckles, stroking hairs away from her clammy forehead. “That is what being a hero gets you. Sweaty and unconscious on a staircase.”

"Is she dead?" Narcissa sees the girl cradled in his lap, making a beeline for her son. "Draco is she-"

"Don't sound so concerned mother, she's merely over exerted herself." Draco tells her and his father.

"I'm fine." Rosanna argues, pitifully.

"You look like hell." Lucius gasps, taking a good look at the girl.

"I'm aware." She rolls her eyes, and the world goes black.

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Rosanna comes to at the Manor, now in a pale blue cap sleeve night gown. The room is still, Draco in the arm chair, his head resting on the bed beside her. She passes a hand over his hair, not wanting to disturb him, but needing him to know she's there.

He shifts, lifting his head to see her.

"How long was I out?" She asks, tentatively.

"Nearly a day." Now Draco looks like hell.

"You ok?" Ro asks.

"Mhm." He hums, low in his throat.

"No, you’re not." She knows him.

"What gave me away?" Draco raises his brows.

"It rolls off you in waves." Rosanna notes.

His jaw ticks, "I've never been good hiding it, not with you anyway. But I suspect you know that."

She nods.

"I love you more than I should." He says, turning his gaze out the window. "Surely it's not supposed to feel like this."

"How does it feel?" She frowns.

"Like it'll kill me...like I can't live without it;" he lets out a shaky breath, "without you."

"I don't know what it's 'supposed' to feel like." She purses her lips. "But I can tell you, that's exactly what loving you feels like."

Draco climbs into the bed. Tangling their legs, her head resting on his chest, fingers carding her strawberry blonde locks. "Stay with me forever.”

"Where you go, I go." Ro presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Let me up a minute," he taps her shoulder. "I understand that diamonds are traditional," his voice is slightly muffled, as he shuffles through the bedside table for the box. "Seeing as we're hardly traditional-" He turns back to her. "Sapphires represent faithfulness and sincerity."

The box springs open, revealing a beautiful, deep blue, pear shaped, sapphire ring with a diamond halo.

Rosanna is speechless.

"You'd like a diamond..." Draco trails off.

"No, Draco, I love it." Rosanna shakes her head, extending a hand to him.

He slides the ring onto her left finger, pressing his lips to it.

Rosanna holds her hand at arms length, between them. "What do you think?"

"Perfect."

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Labor sneaks up on Rosanna. It’s fast and slow. Everything happens all at once, or seemingly nothing happens at all.

She is nervous and wishes her mother could be there, but Draco is more than enough. Supporting her, making her comfortable; assuring her that she can do this, every time it feels like she can’t.

Narcissa returns with Rosanna’s mother, just in time to meet their granddaughter.

The moment the tiny baby draws breath, the sacred twenty-eight pure blood families, become the sacred twenty-seven. Just as importantly, not a single person in the room cares.

"Good job, baby, good job." Dixie leans down to kiss her daughter's head.

"Oh my god," Rosanna sobs, as the squealing infant is placed on her chest. "Hi honey, hi."

Draco is still in shock, frozen behind her. He doesn't dare move, for fear he might come out of his skin.

"It's a girl," the midwife says, in disbelief. Ten generations of Malfoy, never a single girl.

"She's beautiful, sweetheart. Well done." Narcissa says, after a long pause, stroking Rosanna's sweat damp hair, affectionately.

"She?” Rosanna can't believe her ears. “Are you sure?"

"That's right, my darling girl, you have a daughter. Draco," Narcissa turns her eyes to her son, who still has his arms twined almost too tightly around Rosanna. "It's alright." She assures him, "you can let go now."

Draco tentatively moves a hand to the baby in her arms.

She's covered by a thin blanket, through the blood, he can see hair peeking through.

“Lots of light hair, just like Daddy.”

Immediately he's moved to tears, chin resting on Rosanna's shoulder.

She turns her head to kiss his cheek. "Doing ok back there?"

"Perfect." There's so much more he wants to say, but he can't find the words.

Ro relaxes, into the crook of Draco's shoulder. "I still like Leo.”

He presses his lips to her temple. "Leo it is." Draco agrees.

The older women begin trickling out of the room, leaving the couple and their daughter to rest.

Lucius and Rosanna’s father are waiting, impatiently at the end of the hall. Lucius springs to his feet, from the arm chair, at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Why was the midwife holding out on pain potions? You'd have thought she was being tortured up there."

"Rosanna's fine," Narcissa assures him, "sleeping."

"And the baby?" Archer asks, his foot bouncing on the wood floor.

"Beautiful, a little girl." Dixie tells her husband, feeling herself choke up a bit.

"A girl," Lucius' lips twitch. "Does my granddaughter have a name?"

"She's not yours," Archer seethes.

"I've just as much claim to her as you do." Lucius squares his shoulders, indignantly. "Draco fathered her."

"Under duress!" Archer moves to stand. "Soon as she's awake, I'm taking my daughter home."

"What about Rosanna? What about what she wants?" Narcissa asks.

"You think you know what Ro wants?" Dixie cuts her off. "I've only raised her from birth, but go ahead and tell me what she wants."

"She wants to be with Draco, with their daughter. She wants to be a proper family and to-"

"To what?" Archer bites out.

"To finish school... she misses quidditch, she wants to be with her friends. Believe it or not, I care a great deal for your Rosanna. She's not what I imagined for our son, or even what I wanted, but she's what he needs." She draws in a breath. "It's a fool’s errand, trying to keep them apart."

“She’s coming home with us.”

"Rosanna’s of age." Lucius points out. "You have no hold on her."

"The hell I don't, she's my little girl!" Archer lunges at him. "My baby, not yours!"

"I am sorry for what's happened, but it cannot be undone." Narcissa says, staring down at the floor.

Lucius hopes to be a better Grandfather, than he was a father. Maybe he and Draco could still make amends. "We must set aside whatever animosity there is between us, and do right by our children. Do right by their daughter."

"Leo," Dixie tells him, extending an olive branch, against her better judgement. "Her name is Leo."

Part 6

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Enchanted- Vesper Lynd x FemReader

Context: You work for MI6 and are attending a gala type party they’re hosting, only to find that your girlfriend, Vesper Lynd, hasn’t yet arrived and she’s the only reason you chose to come.

A/N: I love Vesper and really wanted to write for her. I hope you all enjoy this, I wrote it quite late last night so sorry for any mistakes.

Warning(s): rough kissing and social anxiety

It was a night unlike any other, tonight MI6 and the Treasury had put together some sort of gala type reception for a certain amount of their employees and it would seem I was one of the lucky few to be invited, the only thing is I didn't want to be here.

I wasn't a fan of social events and could barely stand being out of the house past seven o'clock but I hadn't come here for myself, I'd come here for her and she hadn't even shown up yet.

So I stood over in a back corner of the reception hall, that was decked out in people and all sorts of finery, in a floor length pink chiffon dress that was accompanied by a shawl of pink silk and gold details. This would never have been something I'd pick out for myself but it was stunning and I did truly love it.

I'd waited for her, she was supposed to be here a half hour ago and still she hadn't shown up, my only reason for being here not even here, how sad did that sound.

I'd began to get nervous being on my own, surrounded by so many unknown faces. I worried that everyone was judging me and talking about the sad little girl who was hiding in a corner because she'd been stood up.

Suddenly I was teenager again, no longer a woman who worked for MI6 but a sixteen year old, who's only reason for not going to her school leavers event was because she was never asked to go by someone.

It was stupid, I know but that's how it felt, I relied on her to be here, she was my girlfriend and the woman who held my heart and she was already now forty-five minutes late, with about four missed calls and two voicemails.

Those last fifteen minutes of the first hour quickly disappeared and I couldn't stand the idea of taking another glass of whatever it was they were serving tonight. Then the first hour ended and the hand that clasped my clutch was no longer following instructions from my head and was instead searching for my phone.

I dialled the number I could memorise in a heartbeat. One ring, then another, then another one and finally a fourth buzzing ring of the call came and I knew what was coming next. My prediction of course was correct as the call quickly went to that god forsaken voicemail that I'd already heard twice tonight.

"Hi Ves, It's me, I know I've already called but I wanted you to know that I've been here now for an hour," I began to say choking back a sob as I spoke, "I'm wearing the dress you picked out for me, it fits perfectly, but of course it does you chose it. Where are you Ves? you promised you'd be here, I've made sure to save you a dance, though I don't think it will matter. Please show up soon, I love you."

I ended the voice message their and even though I knew it was stupid, I felt my heart inside my chest and how it tightened and shattered a little when she hadn't picked up.

Where was she? I knew she could be late, of course I did, I'd been dating her for two and half years now but she'd never before been this late and it made all sorts of thoughts swirl around in my head, some of them frightened me and others just made me upset.

I quickly became aware of how the music in the room had grown much louder and suddenly I didn't want to be standing here anymore, so I left. I got myself out of that corner I had been standing in and walked of the large gala room and walked out into the reception and arrivals area.

I walked over to the closest wall and, facing away from the entrance, I tried to centre myself once again. Then I heard a voice, at first I thought my mind was playing tricks with me but then I heard it a second time and it was louder and a little bit closer.

"Y/n!" I heard the voice, calling my name, more distinctly now and I knew I'd recognise the soft lull of that voice absolutely anywhere.

In a rush I turned around and stood away from the wall and then I saw her, it was Vesper walking into the venue dressed like the Goddess I knew she was, in the most beautiful purple dress and then I knew I would love her forever.

"Y/n," She said my name again, her smile beaming at me as she came closer and now I could no longer wait for her to close the distance, so I decided to do it myself.

I ran up to her and Immediately threw my arms around her neck and pulled her into the tightest embrace I could muster and then my lips were upon her and without hesitation she kissed me back with just as much passion.

Our lips danced and our tongues battled for dominance, as Vesper’s arms snaked around my waist and brought me in closer into her by the hips and very quickly I knew we'd have to find a room before we were demanded to leave.

It seemed Vesper had had the same thought as very quickly, without barely breaking the kiss, she'd directed us into a room that I didn't care to inspect, all my previous upset and anger dissipated upon seeing her.

Very quickly I was pushing Vesper up against the nearest wall and loosening my arms from around her neck. Though my act of dominance was quickly changed, as Vesper swapped our positions and in a matter of seconds I was up against the wall, and her mouth was trailing kisses down my neck.

"Ves..." I tried to breathe out, "Your here," was all I was able to say that was coherent, as her kisses on my neck continued, though they quickly became softer.

"Of course I did," She spoke breathlessly pulling away, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, i wanted to be here sooner but I had some things to attend to." She didn't elaborate any further, only giving me a final gentle kiss on the lips before she looked up and around the space we were in.

I followed her line of site and saw that we were standing in a stairwell and when I looked up, I could see it went pretty far up. "Come let's go up," She spoke hurriedly, grabbing my hand carefully into her own and pulling us both up the stairs being careful of our dresses.

Soon we had done about five flights of stairs and then Vesper was opening up one of the doors and immediately I was hit by a gust of cold night air. She'd pulled us out onto the roof.

Walking out onto the roof Vesper whispered to me "I believe you saved me a dance," And soon we were dancing to the imaginary music of London city, upon one of its tallest hotels.

"I love you Y/n Y/l/n," Vesper whispered, her forehead against mine and her blue eyes focusing against my Y/e/c ones.

"And I love you, Vesper Lynd," And it seemed those were my final words as both of our lips soon met and we ended the evening with a soft and genuine kiss full of nothing but love.

[goodluckclove]

Hey so, in regards to my last post on electroshock, I'm processing more with my dear friend @ivaspinoza and have concluded that I am upset and need to rant a little about using this as a troupe. It's probably not going to be pretty or encouraging at the end like my usual thoughts on writing, so if you don't want to see me genuinely upset, I'd skip this.

Trigger warning for electroshock, medical trauma, family trauma, unreality. Be safe, friends.

So I read a whump prompt post that threw in "shock treatment" as a possible tactic that would leave a Whumpee "shaking and terrified". No further details on how or why, it was just a single reference as to a thing you can do to a character in your writing. I was surprised to read it, it was the first time I've seen it referenced in the prompt ideas that pop up on my For You page, and over the course of the next hour I proceeded to get more and more upset.

I wasn't planning on doing anything about it. It's frankly a new experience for me to be triggered like this over something I see online. I had no direct interaction with the post because I told myself that the writer just had a severely limited understanding. Maybe they're young. When I was in early high school I would've thought shock treatment was an edgy thing to happen to a person in a piece of media.

And it's that thought that ultimately motivated me to sit you all down and say something you might not realize. Writers, artists, you guys all know that Electroshock Therapy...still happens, right?

It happens a lot. 100K people a year, more or less, according to a singular Google search. It's not common, and it's only used for severe cases, but it is used. And oftentimes it's a pretty big deal. In fact, I'd dare say that it can be permanently and absolutely devastating for a family.

It was for mine.

My mom got ECT for severe depression when I was around 19 years old. From what I know, that's one of the only cases in which doctors will offer it - depression, mania, and schizophrenia that aren't successfully managed by any other means. For a few months my dad would drive her once, sometimes twice a week for treatments. She would have to wear diapers to the clinic they took her to, because since ECT is just the process of inducing multiple small seizures she would often piss herself.

She would not come home shaking. She would come home tired. I don't even think they gave her drugs. I've had a small seizure before, you aren't left twitchy and anxious - you're tired. You want to lie down. She would sit in the backyard in a daze. I would have to tell her to raise her arms so I could cut off her hospital bracelets. She wasn't catatonic, either. She could still hold a conversation and make jokes. In many ways she seemed normal. Just tired, tired, tired. A little absent in a sense.

The mood changes were stark and frightening. She would throw things. Dad told me she shattered a glass elephant I bought her as a present. She would storm into my room and scream at me for no reason. I bought a mini-fridge so I wouldn't have to go into the kitchen when I'd get hungry. If she was terrified, it didn't look like how you'd expect.

I stopped staying at home as often. I would leave the house before she woke up, sleep all day on the couch in the upstairs of a coffee shop that I considered a second home, and only come back once my Dad was back from work. While Mom was undergoing ECT, I was afraid to be alone with her. One night I had nothing else to kill time with, and to avoid going home immediately I skipped taking the lightrail back from downtown and instead biked eight miles on a freeway bike path, alone, at night.

My dad had me stay at my grandmas for a month because I couldn't take it anymore. This probably blew up in his face, as by then Mom forgot why I left. She thought he kicked me out. She kept asking me to come back and telling me she loved me. She did not remember almost kicking me out herself the night before I left.

ECT fucks your short term and long term memory. If you met my Mom she would tell you her depression is cured, and that's because she no longer has any memory of any of her childhood and most of her adulthood. That means, by proxy, she no longer remembers raising me or any of her other children.

I asked my mother if she remembered anything from my life growing up and she said no. For a birthday present that year I wrote all my favorite memories with her because now I'm the only person that knows they actually happened.

And you know what's crazy? Doctors use ECT as a last resort because they don't really know what it does long-term. I'm learning first hand, though. Mom went in for round two of treatment a little over a year later (Did you know ECT has a relapse rate of a little over 50%?) and the results were about the same. But as time goes on her memory is getting worse. When I saw her for the last time, about a month before going no-contact, she was forgetting things I said earlier in a conversation. If she develops early onset dementia I will not be surprised.

Was it worth it? I don't know.

Is it ever worth it? I don't know. I just don't know.

What I do know is that Electroshock is the most impactful thing that has ever altered my life and the lives of my family. More so than Mom's suicide attempt. It is a massive, tragic, terrifying thing. I'm not saying that you can't talk about it in media. Next to Normal does a pretty good job depicting it, and that's because they had the sense to research and ask people with experiences.

People use SA as a trope and understand it's a big deal. People use suicide as a trope and understand it's a big deal. If you're going to mention ECT as a plot point in your story, go ahead, just take the time to actually know what you're saying and doing.

Please. Have some respect.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I'm sorry for this | {Kokuzan}

Theme: Fluff + Angst 

Note: The stupid wheel chose this to be fluffy angst of holidays and execution so let's see how this plays out 💀 I'm sad bc idk what to write-

Demons usually don't give a single fuck about holidays. They're just stupid days that humans use as excuses to take off of work or school or whatever. Sometimes celebrations that leave them drunk and wasted. Easy prey. But sometimes demons did celebrate them. Although, not exactly celebrate as much as acknowledge. This was one of those times.

It was a silly little holiday. Valentine's day. The one that people meet up, give chocolates and flowers and gifts. Typical lovey-shit. But this time Muzan decided to 'celebrate' it as well, which was extremely unexpected of him. As nearly nobody knew, he was dating Kokushibo, his oldest (if you ignored the traitor Tamayo), strongest, and his personal favorite demon. He didn't know what to do, so all he did was put some nicer clothes on—the ones he had on before were drenched in blood. Then he went in search of Kokushibo. He found him quickly and demanded that the Uppermoon must come with him somewhere. For Valentine's day. Kokushibo agreed. He had forgotten that 80% of the time, people do things with ulterior motives. 

Muzan and Kokushibo traveled for a little, walking and teleporting equally until they reached this one site. It was old. Very old. There was the remains of a building left there, and besides that there were just trees for miles and miles. "Eh, Master, what is this place?" Kokushibo hummed, confused.

Muzan said nothing and just nodded for Kokushibo to keep going. They went inside the pit of the broken down building and sat on these makeshift chairs they made by stacking up the rocks. Then Muzan said, "Kokushibo. Do you trust me?"

"Huh-? Yes, yes I do," Kokushibo said, more confused than ever.

"Good." Muzan pondered how to go through with this when he had an idea. "Okay, uh... Here," he said, holding out some flowers he'd messily snatched on the way there.

Kokushibo took them, surprised. "Oh! Thank you," he said, a small, teasing smile playing on his lips.

Muzan ignored it, feeling slightly flushed. Then he cleared his throat. "Uh.. If you want you can.. have some of my blood? It will make you stronger too," he said quietly.

Kokushibo thought his mind was playing tricks on him. "Really??" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, sure, of course," Muzan said, stumbling over his words. 

Kokushibo waited for Muzan to hold out his hand and drop blood into his mouth or whatever, but it didn't happen. He cocked his head, confused, when Muzan realized he should clarify. He tapped his neck and Kokushibo looked at him, perplexed. "Ah.. could you explain, please?" he asked.

"Oh. Uhm. Just- Just bite my neck," Muzan said awkwardly. He quickly added, "ONLY because I don't feel like puncturing myself. That's it."

"Right, okay," Kokushibo said nervously, standing up. Muzan did as well and then sat on the stone tabler, waiting. Kokushibo placed his mouth on the side of Muzan's neck and gently bit down, drawing blood. He didn't take much and tried to do the least damage, wanting to make sure Muzan wouldn't get angry or something. He quickly sat back down as his body processed the blood that slowly flowed through his veins and strengthened him. He tried not to make a sound as the blood caused pain throughout his body before it settled. Kokushibo looked up and saw Muzan, still on the table, covering his mouth and flushed. 

Kokushibo was confused at this, but said nothing as the pain started subsuding. Muzan continued looking flustered, his face slowly burying in his hands. Eventually, Kokushibo was able to speak again and he cleared his throat. "I.. Thank you, Master," he mumbled.

Muzan nodded slowly and took a deep breath, then slid off the table. He walked over to Kokushibo and promptly sat on the Uppermoon's lap, uncaring of what Kokushibo thought of this. It was certainly a surprise and Muzan's demon was very flustered at this action, not having expected it.

The play of small affection continued through the night for a while. Eventually Kokushibo completely forgot about dawn and only just enjoyed his time with Muzan who was playing his role carefully. Now, only a few minutes till dawn, Muzan said, "Kokushibo.. do you trust me?"

Remembering the words, Kokushibo nodded quickly. "Yes, I do."

Muzan nodded. "Good," he said, the same as before. "Kokushibo, stand here and close your eyes. If you feel warm, it's not the sun, okay? I promise," he said, with so much conviction Kokushibo didn't question this. He just nodded and closed his eyes, standing still.

Muzan nodded then went to kiss Kokushibo but realized he was too short to reach him properly so he went over and stood on a stone. He places his lips on Kokushibo's and then pulled apart. Kokushibo had been surprised by this but smiled at it. 

He heard the sound of scraping stone and figured Muzan was just moving the rocks around a little to get through it more easily. Eventually he heard the sounds of footsteps and they seemed to get a little more quiet with each step. "Master?"

Muzan's voice sounded a little more distant as he called back, "One minute, I'll be ready in one minute. You can open your eyes in one minute, when I say so, okay?"

Kokushibo hummed his agreement and waited. One minute later, he felt a strange sensation. It was warmth, a weird warmth. One he didn't like one bit. He heard Muzan shouting that he could open his eyes. And he did. And he realized Muzan had set him up to.. kill him. The sun rose above him and he went to turn to find a way where he could hide but he found he was surrounded in every other side by rocks, the rocks Muzan had moved earlier. Where there were no rocks was rope tied around to make it harder to climb through them, and above him were more rocks which were tilted in a precarious way. 

"Why..?" he mumbled. "WHY!!"

He vaguely heard Muzan saying, "I'm sorry for this, Kokushibo. But it's for my sake. Besides, you trust me, no?" before he crumbled to dust.

Muzan sighed as he hid from the sun. He did like it, being with Kokushibo, but he couldn't risk Kokushibo turning into Yoriichi, so he did this. He had to. It was a necessary precaution.

He turned away and walked off as if nothing had happened.

{Word count: 1086}

My sister's mad at me for writing this I think 💀 She's shitting on Muzan now- I was saying he used the sun to feel less guilty but she took none of it and said that nobody cares. She just said "Seriously, Muzan, you could've killed him on a different holiday!! Seriously, nobody cares about your stupid fears!! You're literally the worst boyfriend ever!! 🙄" 

I'M LAUGHING THE WAY SHE ACTS SO SASSY WHEN SHE SAYS THINGS LIKE THIS AHAHAHAH

Anyways bye 🫠 I tried but imo I failed at writing this but who cares anymore 😋

watch me just continue to repost my wattpad work on tumblr-

i should stop doing that ngl

[lenny-rambles]

About nothing in particular, a bit of Zolu in general, and some fics here and there

Holy smokes, I've had a week. In between exams, my cat getting lost, more exams and work I haven't got the time to actually ramble about anything, which is pretty sad (to me).

HOWEVER.

This doesn't mean to suggest I didn't read anything at all. Oh no, you'd be greatly mistaken to assume that's the case. I devoured a lot of fics this week, in an attempt to release stress because my house was also inhospitable for some days. So, I decided to read and re-read some fics, because that's how I deal with my problems (that is to say, I don't).

It's very interesting to see how their relationship's been depicted through the years! Like, one of my favorite tags for them is "Devotion" (because that's SO them), and the tag's got 60 works, barely. And it was first used in 2019, for a romance fic. That's barely any time at all in OP time! I don't know why though, maybe everyone knew it but struggled to put it into words (like them). As in, everyone would assume right out of the bat that that's their dynamic. Or maybe not! You can never know with fandoms, the fact that Agenda Piece exists still surprises me.

Also, I've grown the habit of reading through an author's works rather than just searching with tags. Like, if there's a fic I really liked I'll go into their profile and read more. And almost every time they have more! It's always a thrill when they have like old works, it comes to show how much they've improved, and how their characterization also evolves with them!

One of my favorite examples of this, that I discovered this week, is the series Fantastic Idiots And Where To Find Them.

Title: Fantastic Idiots and Where To Find Them (series)

Author: Mir4le

Relevant Tags: magic school AU, ASL brothers (my beloved), Law, Zoro, first person POV, on going, maybe there are ships maybe not

Now, disclaimer from me. No one here's endorsing the terf's work as in "go read her stories, they are good", because they aren't. And giving her money in anyway is terrible (in my humble opinion), she poses a lot of terrible ideas for both Trans and Feminism Activism. I hate the woman, and her story is not even that good. She holds A LOT of unethical and incorrect social theories (like eugenics, ew) in her books, AND REFUSES to reconsider or anything. She thrives in the attention she gets from that, I'm sure. Sadly, nostalgia is a bitch, and her books where probably the first I read entirely in english, and through piracy, so I still have some sort of appreciation for them, as terrible works of fiction as they are.

The good news is that the setting is so unbelievably generic that you could say "generic witch society" and that would do just fine, so that's what I'm doing. It's a generic witch society boarding school AU. Ah, the thing. The fic's written in first person POV (sighs), so if that's no your cup of tea you should stay away. The narration improves, the POV never stops being first person. I'm not exactly a fan of first person POV, but I was looking for fic with Law in them, so I picked it up.

Now, the first few chapters where... an experience. They were the author's first work, and you could tell. I don't mean anything mean with that, it's just Difficult to pin the POV for me, so I struggled a bit. Nevertheless, the prompt was interesting enough to keep me going, even if I kinda rushed through some stuff (sorry). It was also noticeable how much the author liked the characters, and the story, even early on, so that also kept me going. Rarely a story loved that much doesn't improve on quality, both because the strive to be better for the story and all the practice they get by putting it out in the first place. So congrats and thank you to the author for your work, it paid off.

Now, another thing about the fic, I'm not exactly what you'd describe a Law fan. I like his story, it was OP most angsty backstory for a while in my opinion (before Kuma, oh Kuma), so that just drew me in. Sadly, it didn't get me like I wanted to. Maybe it's because I binged the anime in an unholy amount of time (another day I'll talk about that) but by the time we got the why of Law, I just wanted Dressrosa to be done. So while I appreciate his character, the anime just made me want to get over with it. All of that to say that I usually avoid fics with Law, because I just don't like him that much. But I stayed. For the potential this had.

And my staying paid off!!!! It was awesome to see another take on ASL, and adding Law to the mix, not through Luffy, but Ace and Sabo was Not something I was expecting! It is also one of the key factors as to why the fic is so entertaining, you keep trying to imagine how the relationships in canon will translate to the setting. I got a lot of them wrong, it keeps you guessing, I love it. The way it shows Law involuntarily warming up to Ace and Sabo is so good. It feels a lot like something 11 y/o Law would write in his diary, it's cute.

Plot-wise it isn't that strong in the first installment (even the author said so), so you are really looking out for character interactions rather than worldbuilding. So it delivers on that, a bit chopped here and there, but by the time you get to the final chapters (there are like, 5) it's way more dynamic.

Ah, I've run out of juice, all right speedrun.

The whole thing, plot and narration improves a lot. Getting to a point in the most recent chapters where I can say that the author nailed down at least Zoro's and Ace's POV to the t, I can't say for Law though, not my area of expertise.

Surprising to no one, I like the Zoro POV chapters best, because we get Strawhat crew, and Luffy and Zoro, and I really like them.

I like the professors and classes they teach they teach. Who is which head of house and all that, nice, very in character.

Whitebeard's kids are a thing here, and I love it, they are fantastic.

Oh, Robin in particular has a lot going for her in the fic, you should also stay for her, if you are a fellow Robin fan.

The shenanigans are AU typical, that's not bad at all, I like how much emphasis they give to pranks and all.

CORAZON IS ALIVE AND WELL, more beautiful things.

Idk, I wish I could tell you more but I kinda read the whole thing for the experience and enjoyed it a lot. Even if it's unfinished.

Oh well, I guess that's it.

Also, "When All the Embers Die" also updated, as well as the other Zoro fic from the same author. And "Treasures for your Treasure (The Pearls Pale in Your Eyes)" ALSO updated, a Zoro update (thanks author) to say the least. I might say some things, I might not, probably I will, once I'm out of this hell hole called midterms.

Anyways, if you read this far thank you very much. Please read the fics mentioned above, even if it's for the experience, they are wonderful stories.

[olderthannetfic]

Do you, or anyone actually, know where/when the '-bowl' sufix started being used in Fandom? Because I can't find any kind of origin, and surprisingly Fanlore doesn't have a article about it (as far as I checked maybe I didn't search well?). I just found and know that it's used for kinda old and relatively new fandoms, thanks to a two-year-old Reddit post.

For anyone who doesn't get/know about the '-bowl' sufix: is basically an All × One thing. For example, if you encounter 'Dekubowl' this means that Deku, the character, is shipped with everyone or that at least everyone else have a crush with Deku.

I can only think of the 'Super Bowl' (just as one comment in that Reddit post suggest) for its origin, but when we talk about Fandom culture we never know. It could have originated from anything no-related to the Super Bowl, LOL.

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Ooh, interesting. I've never heard of this in my life, and I have no idea what a -bowl suffix is supposed to mean, even if I guess it has to do with the super bowl.

It's not surprising Fanlore doesn't have this if it's coming from BNHA or somewhere similar. Fanlore is fantastic on the history of Western "Media Fandom", zines, K/S, etc. It's much weaker in areas that OTW early adopters haven't spent as much time in.

You should write the -bowl article yourself!

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I went into AO3's tag search and looked for 'bowl'. I found 1311 tags, 90 of them canonicals.

I'm seeing a ton of references to the Super Bowl, dust bowl AUs, pet play with pet food bowls, Dream in the fishbowl, unending uses like "I'm crying into my bowl of cereal as I write this", "bowl of honey nut feelios", "bowl of pornflakes", "me shaking the food bowl of sbi wilbur-centric angst: come get y'all's juice", etc., and plenty of references to YOI katusdon bowls. Lots of fandoms and episodes have 'bowl' in their titles.

Zeroing in on more related things, I'm seeing BNHA over and over and not much else...

EXCEPT!

Fruit bowls!

I see scattered references to "let's add him into that whole fruit bowl" and "the whole fruit bowl is here" and so on. Some of them are crack fic where everyone is a banana, but a lot of them seem to be a metaphor for "everything together".

Okay, I just spent far too much time trying to categorize tags. Out of the 'bowl' ones, about a third appear to be this kind of sense (counting by number of tags, not number of works).

Game of Thrones has a bunch, but they refer (as far as I know) to which characters will hypothetically kill each other and emerge victorious, not to group shipping.

Some tags I found, like 'edelbowl' sounded more like a group ship than an X/everyone. I also found a scattering of tags that were like 'all of them in a bowl together', which is probably related.

But mainly, what I found is that this is from BNHA and it's recent.

The other fandoms where I found it were:

Demon Slayer, Dr. STONE, Naruto, South Park, Fire Emblem, Genshin, HP, Lego Ninjago, My Next Life as a Villainess, She-Ra, Teen Wolf, Tower of God, VLD, A3! (Video Game), Assassination Classroom, Avatar, Batman, Black Clover - Tabata Yuki, Bleach, Blue Lock (Manga), BTS, Bungou Stray Dogs , Dangan Ronpa, Danny Phantom, Detective Conan, Dragon Age, Durarara!!, Fate/Grand Order, How to Train Your Dragon, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Kaiju No. 8 (Manga), LEGO Monkie Kid, Osomatsu-san, Ouran High School Host Club, Percy Jackson, SK8 the Infinity, Soul Eater, The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., Toilet-bound Hanako-kun, Tokyo Revengers, Virtual Streamer Animated Characters, Warcraft, Xenoblade Chronicles 2

That's giving me a very distinctive picture of a fan who's probably in their 20s or 30s, mostly like anime and some video games, and is not the type that edits Fanlore.

There's nothing actually old here: it's recent anime and stuff that is still a megafandom, like Naruto.

I'm seeing a scattering of 'dekubowl' from 2017 and then other character tags taking off in like 2019. This is definitely a recent trend in terminology, at least on AO3.