#it’s Fridas first snow!

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Playing Favourites III

Arsenal Women x Child!Reader

Summary: The annual Arsenal Christmas video

"Hi everyone," Leah says to the camera," I'm Leah Williamson and I just want to say, sorry, Mum. I know you told me not to let her do this before Christmas day, but I'm here with the youngest member of our squad and...What are we doing today, bean?"

You sit in the middle of a little half-circle of the Arsenal girls with a little sack in front of you. There's a Santa hat on your head and you're holding the sack like you're scared it will float away.

"Presents!" You cheer. "I'm like Santa!"

"You are like Santa," Leah says, smiling at the camera," So we've got our own Santa here at Arsenal and she's going to close her eyes, spin around and give everyone their Christmas gifts. Ready, bean?"

"Ready!"

You close your eyes nice and tight, spin around and aimlessly wander to your left. Arms clamp around your waist and you open your eyes to see Teyah and Lessi.

You beam and reach into your sack. "For you!" You give them both their gifts.

"Top trumps!" Teyah says triumphantly as Lessi pries her Michael Jordan Funko Pop out of the package.

"I'm gonna put this in my locker."

You close your eyes again, squeezing them tight as Lessi helps you spin. You go straight this time and fall into the laps of Noelle and Cloe.

Cloe ends up with the 100 pics riddle game and Noelle gets a fondue thing. They both seem especially happy and Noelle ruffles your hair.

"I'll have to bring you round for fondue, bean."

You don't know what fondue is but you think it's food so you're happy to go.

Next up is Lina and Stina - who catches you when you stumble - and they get a little teddy bear and a tree ornament of Stina kissing the trophy.

"You gotta put it on the tree," You say to her as she laughs at the picture," Because that's what it's for." You turn to Lina. "And have to give your bear cuddles. Teddies die without cuddles."

Caitlin and Vic are next and you get a picture on Vic's new camera with the three of you and Caitlin wearing her new Arsenal beanie.

You fall onto Viv on the next round and giggle hysterically as your favourite Lia moves to tickle you. You give her her gift first which ends up being big plastic things to pick up leaves with. Frida gets a special ornament with a picture of her scoring.

Viv gets a nice jumper with her and Beth on.

"You gotta wear it to the next game!" You say.

Viv laughs. "Maybe I will."

Gio and Kim follow them and you sit in Kim's lap as Gio unwraps the blue Arsenal bag that's meant to sit on her hips. Kim laughs in embarrassment as she gets a mug that proclaims her as the best captain ever and has an arrow that points at her when she drinks from it.

Laura catches you on the next round when you misstep on Kathrine's ankle.

Laia lets you have some of the Spanish gift she gets. It's kind of like nougat but it's got nuts in it and you're not too sure that you like the texture.

Kathrine gets socks (you always end up with socks in your stocking) and Laura gets a snow globe with a picture of her only goal in it.

Laia and Kathrine both help you do your spins and the next person you fall into is your sister.

She hugs you tight around the waist as you balance on her lap while digging through the bag. Her gift is one of the longer ones and it takes you a little bit to get it out of your sack.

You sit down properly when she leans forward to open it, bursting into laughter when it's revealed to be a keyboard.

"I'll teach you, bean," She says, pressing a few of the keys," Won't that be fun?"

"I don't have to do everything you do," You say a bit condescendingly but you're smiling so Leah knows how you really feel, pinching at your cheek.

"Off you go, bean," She says," You've got more presents to give out."

She spins you around so much that you basically crash into Jen and Beth.

Jen ends up with a book of Christmas carols for the guitar while Beth gets the same jumper as Viv just in a different colour.

"That's you and Viv," You tell her.

"Yeah, bean! That's me and Vivi!"

Naomi gets her gift next, a book of very unfunny dad jokes that you only laugh at so she doesn't feel sad that she's not funny at all.

Manu, Kyra and Steph come next.

Manu gets a picture of the goalkeeper union while Kyra gets a packet of Tim Tams that she lets you eat two from.

"It's a jumper for Calvin!" You exclaim when Steph unwraps her own present.

She looks ecstatic and she swears that she'll send a picture of Calvin wearing it to Leah's phone for you to see.

The last person to get her gift is Katie. She looks confused for a moment as she unwraps it before a smile splits her face.

"It's a luxury cat advent calendar," She says.

"For Cooper!" You say.

"That is class. He's gonna love that."

She pulls you in for a hug before letting you plop yourself back on your sister's lap.

She covers your eyes for the last time as someone places the last gift on your lap.

You rip open the packaging and squeal when you reveal an Arsenal jersey. It's got your favourite number on the back and instead of Williamson like all of Leah's jerseys, it's got the words 'The Boss' on the back.

You pull it over your head with help from your sister and she nudges you up to wave and smile at the cameras.

"Do you remember what to say?" She prompts you.

"Merry Christmas, Gunners!"

[zeloinator]

~~~... Love Bird ...~~~

A Kit in A Forest:

Love Bird spent much longer at their home forest village than any of his other siblings, but it also took him twice as long to hit puberty. As a kit in the forest they went by a different name, only taking on the name 'Love Bird' years and year later. Their forest name was Rune, a name only a handful know in present day. (When talking about his childhood he uses mostly they/them pronouns, once he was ripped from his home and his puberty hit he begins to use he/him pronouns.) While their life in their home forest was simple, Rune loved it. They excelled at archery, the shining star of their village. Other than keeping the area safe there was no hint of danger when it hit them. Rune was patrolling with his eldest sister, Leif, and 2 family friends, Maja and Frida, when a small armed Garlean unit attacked. Leif was killed protecting to others, Maja and Frida taking severe wounds but in the end they were captured with Rune.

Prisoner of Garlemald:

He was ripped away from his home and from the body of his sister. While in transit Rune’s puberty hit, ripping away his name and his ‘normal’ body all while captive. For a Viera he was quite young, Maja and Frida being only a decade older than he, at 80 he should have been grown and already set on a stable path forward in life. Now he had nothing. Kept separated from Maja and Frida, he was eventually broken from their usual torture. Taking no name, and given no name in turn by the Garleans, he goes mostly nameless other than his assassin moniker, Shade. During the end of Heavensward and beginning of Stormblood he is put on the trail of Zee and informed she is his mark. Kill her or they destroy his village, no failure allowed. Upon Zee and Shade's first meeting, and fight, Shade manages to injure Zee before having to retreat. This small 'success' (in his eyes) gives him cause to return, report, and recover. Upon this return, one deemed un-needed by his handler after his arrival, Shade is kept for an experimental 'treatment' before they return him to his hunt. Shade and Zee end up clashing 3 more times before his handler decides he is a failure. Upon Shade's final return to his prison he is met with an attack, ending in him shot in the chest. Zee and the scions find him there, dying in the snow, unable to leave him they heal him and take him into their care as he recovers. After being in a small coma for a few days he awakens in a wholly new place, tucked away from prying eyes in the Scions base. Deliriously he manages to stumble out an 'escape', doing his best to make it to his home, his village. It took far too long for his liking but he made it there finally. Met with the sight of the long destroyed rubble of his home he decided he must be reborn. Zee and the Scions find him shortly after his arrival, Zee offering him a place within their ranks if he wants, or simply a place to recover before starting a new life for himself.

Love Bird chooses to fight with the Scions.

Freedom:

Kugane served as Love Bird's new home between working with the Scions, doing errands for Tataru (both Scion and non-Scion work), and recovering from the many injuries both old and new. The calm, busy, peace of the city helped with even the worst insomniac nights he was haunted by. It was there he took his 'City' name, after quite a while of going by 'Rune' again until he settled on his perfect name. But he did not have long to integrate himself into the Scions before they, and eventually even he, were whisked off to an unprepared for adventure.

A Strange Land, a strange quest:

Love Bird is taken by the Crystal Exarch after Alphinaud, choosing to stay in the Crystarium and do odd jobs where he can before the others show up. He bonds with Alisae a lot in the years between other arrivals, learning many different ways to fight to best help when she called upon his aid. This is where he begins to play around with creating what will go on to become his evasion tank, BladeWeaver. Right before Zee arrives in the First Love Bird finally leaves to travel to Eulmore in an attempt to get in and learn from a Master Dancer at the Beehive. Luckily his beautiful voice and skill with instruments got him easy entrance and so his learning began (until Zee managed to get into Eulmore and pick him up for her party)!

The Creation of BladeWeaver:

Throughout Love Bird's time in the First he had secretly been working on a new way to battle, combining the skills of Dancer and Ninja with the magics of Dark Knight. A way for him to tank while using all of his skills as an assassin. It took quite some time before he was ready to unveil it for battle, spending endless nights with Sidguru sparing and testing things. Finally, for their trip to Tural, Love Bird has become confident enough to step into the light of Tank with his creation! (More BladeWeaver lore to come in its own little post since I can't make this longer than it already it >.<)

[april-is]

April 10, 2024: The Winter Palace, Philip Larkin

The Winter Palace Philip Larkin

Most people know more as they get older: I give all that the cold shoulder.

I spent my second quarter-century Losing what I had learnt at university.

And refusing to take in what had happened since. Now I know none of the names in the public prints,

And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces And swearing I’ve never been in certain places.

It will be worth it, if in the end I manage To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.

Then there will be nothing I know. My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.

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Also by Philip Larkin: + This Be The Verse + The Trees, Philip Larkin + Aubade, Philip Larkin

Today in:

2023: On Keeping Pluto a Planet, Greg Beatty 2022: The Terrible Beauty of the Reserve, Billy-Ray Belcourt 2021: Puerto Rico Goes Dark, Juan J. Morales 2020: Winter Psalm, Richard Hoffman 2019: King Kreations, Angel Nafis 2018: Letter to Larry Levis, Matthew Olzmann 2017: Only she who has breast-fed, Vera Pavlova 2016: First Love, Jan Owen 2015: At Navajo Monument Valley Tribal School, Sherman Alexie 2014: Boogaloo, Kevin Young 2013: The Fist, Derek Walcott 2012: Turning, W.S. Merwin 2011: Consolation for Tamar, A.E. Stallings 2010: Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell, Marty McConnell 2009: Bike Ride with Older Boys, Laura Kasischke 2008: Let’s Move All Things (September), Denver Butson 2007: The Day Flies Off Without Me, John Stammers 2006: A Supermarket in California, Allen Ginsberg 2005: Tortures, Wislawa Szymborska

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📌attention 📌

the characters in this story have the opposite sex from the original game, and are not 100% identical to the original work, I hope you understand and enjoy.

Charles: Charlotte

Arthur: Agatha

John: Jane

Dutch: Dina

Sadier: Sandro

Micah: Misa

Abigail: Benjamin

Lenny: Linda

Tilly: Tito

Jack: Joyce

Javier: Frida (whoever understood, understood) 

Hosea: Rose

Bill: Bela. 

Simon: Sarah

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It's been a few weeks since we settled in Mr. Adler's house and this snow isn't helping at all, besides the food is almost gone, Charlotte is the one who goes out to hunt some deer and rabbits, but I doubt it will be enough to feed us.

Dina: If the storm ends, we will leave, but until then we will keep warm.

Rose: Of course...

Dina: It seems like you don't have faith in me.

Rose: No!... Of course not, I'm just worried.

Dina: Well, I know Agatha has faith, right Agatha? Agatha was writing in her diary until her attention turned to Dina.

Agatha: What? Dina: You trust me, right?

Agatha: Of course, always

Dina: Don't worry, we will get the money and we will have a normal life.

Agatha: I don't doubt it.

Charlotte arrives with the day's catch. It seems she was very lucky, she caught a very large deer. Frida comes over to help.

Frida: How was it?

Charlotte: It was great. It took me a while to get back because the snowstorm was really bad.

Frida: I understand, let's put the prize inside and then put the horses away.

Charlotte: Sure. Charlotte, despite being strong, accepts Frida's help to put the deer inside and Belle welcomes them with open arms.

Belle: Wow, what a blessing.

Charlotte: Of course, today was definitely a lucky day.

Belle: When Sarah sees it, you can see her eyes light up.

They both laugh, but their joy fades when they notice a fight outside, a fight between Misa and Linda who had gone to the barn to take care of the horses.

Linda: You think you're really smart, don't you?

Misa: At least I'm bigger than you

Linda tries to punch her, but Misa is faster and kneed Linda in the stomach, making her fall. 

Frida: Hey! Hey! 

Rose: You guys! Stop it! In the middle of all this snow, you're fighting?! 

Linda: She slapped me! 

Misa: This slap is to teach you that I'm not a joke. 

Rose: Enough! Stop acting like children! We're trying to survive, not slowly kill each other. 

Rose's speech is interrupted by a cough, but it doesn't seem to attract much attention. Dina leaves the house to control the situation. 

Dina: Look! Do you want to use physical force so much? Then Misa will accompany me, Agatha and Bela on a mission, while Linda will help Sarah with lunch and believe me, it's not easy to skin an animal.

Dina said as Rose entered and Agatha left, Bela said goodbye to Charlotte and Frida and also left. Linda swallowed Dina's orders with some difficulty, but obeyed, while Misa left feeling somewhat victorious. 

Misa: What are we going to do? 

Dina: Let's go after Colm O'Driscoll. 

Agatha: What? 

Agatha looks surprised. 

Agatha: Are you joking? 

Dina: No. 

Agatha: Dina, we barely recovered properly. 

Dina: It seems like you don't trust me that much. 

Agatha: Dina, it's not that, but you always said that revenge doesn't lead to anything. 

Dina: It's not about revenge Agatha, it's about money, don't you remember that crazy guy from the barn said something about train robbery? 

Agatha: I remember. 

Dina: Then we can't let them be the first to steal. 

Dina said as she headed towards the barn, Agatha was a little reluctant to do so, but preferred to throw the cigarette out of her mouth and follow Dina. Charlotte, Frida and Rose were ordered to take care of the house while the others were out, and in the middle of the way they talked about dynamite, probably this dynamite would be with the O'Driscolls. 

Dina: horse tracks. 

Belle: lots of horses. 

Dina: let's go.

Agatha: You know you need to end this feud with the O'Driscolls sooner or later, right?

Dina: Believe me, Agatha, I will. You know me. There are things I can forget and others I can't, and I can't forget what he did to Anderson.

Agatha: You already killed his sister, Dina.

Dina: Yes, and I don't regret it.

Agatha remained silent, just watching Dina. There wasn't much to discuss. There was smoke in the sky, probably from a bonfire. They both got closer to analyze it and realized that the smoke was coming from a village with destroyed and abandoned houses. They stopped riding to make a plan.

Dina: Are you ready?

Misa: Yes, we are.

Dina: Great. Agatha and I will go ahead to see more of the camp while Misa and Belle stayed hidden around the camp. Let's not waste any time.

They all got off their horses and went to their positions. Agatha accompanies Dina to the edge of the cliff. Dina grabs her binoculars to get a better look at the camp. 

Dina: There they are. 

Agatha: Can you see Colm? 

Dina: I can, and he looks like he's finished. 

Agatha: Hehe, a poor old man. 

Dina: Of course. 

Agatha: What are they talking about? 

Dina: I don't know, but it doesn't seem like this conversation is happy. 

Agatha: Do you think they're getting ready to leave? 

Dina: It's likely, but let's go visit them first. 

Dina and Agatha go ahead while they see Misa and Belle from afar, ready to provide cover if necessary. They both go down the mountain carefully so as not to fall and hide inside a house that was completely destroyed. 

Dina: Hide. 

Agatha: Do you want me to go ahead? 

Dina: If you want. 

Agatha: Okay, I'll go. 

Agatha grabs the knife she always carried with her and approaches the man who had his back to her, but before she can do anything, one of the gang members sees her and shoots.

Agatha: AAA!

Dina: Agatha!

Agatha quickly hid, the shot had hit her shoulder. Dina starts shooting so that Agatha could recover a little, Agatha gets a reality check and starts shooting.

Dina: You're dead, you sons of bitches! Dina screams as she shoots, Misa and Bela realize what happened and start shooting from the top of the mountain.

Agatha, despite being injured, was the one who stood out the most, she was killing much more than expected, making the others not have as much trouble wasting their bullets, after the last man was killed, Dina got up from the ground and went to help Agatha.

Dina: Are you okay??

Agatha: I am, I am, it was just a little scratch.

Dina: Are you sure, daughter?

Agatha: Yes, it was nothing serious.

Agatha got up from the ground and went straight to Dina.

Dina: Let's search the bodies to see if they have anything valuable.

Dina left, leaving her alone, thinking she was fine. Luckily, Agatha pretended very well. After searching the bodies and taking some watches, rings and, miraculously, money, they noticed a cavalry of bandits coming towards them, armed to the teeth. They didn't last long because Misa and Belle finished them off with a few shots.

Agatha: I owe them.

Dina: They have the advantage, no one can see them up there.

Agatha listened to Dina talking while the other bodies, some horses were agitated, so Agatha approached to calm them down.

Dina: What are you doing?

Agatha: They're scared.

Dina: You usually spoil the horses a lot, even the ones that belong to rivals. 

Agatha: It's not their fault. 

Agatha said as she petted them and freed them from their collars. Dina searched the camp until she found the dynamite they wanted so much. 

Dina: Agatha! Guess what I found. 

Agatha: What? 

Dina: Look at these beauties. 

Dina said with a smile on her face showing the dynamite, Agatha looked a little surprised and came closer to take a better look. 

Agatha: Do you think they're any good? 

Dina: Let's see, shall we? These princesses will be used to blow up the train tracks. 

Agatha: Did you find anything else? 

Dina: I found a map, it shows the location of the train. 

Misa and Belle appear after a long descent from the mountain. 

Belle: Do you need help? 

Dina: Yes, go get the horses, we have a train to loot.

Misa laughs excitedly and happily goes after the horses. When they all got on their horses, they started talking and making fun of the O'Driscoll Gang.

Bela: Well, you may not have caught Colm, but I think the Robbery will hurt more than a bullet to the head.

Dina: Yes Agatha: Do you think they'll come after us?

Dina: Of course they will, but let's stay alert. After riding for a while, they see one of the O'Driscolls escaping on his horse from afar.

Dina: Are there any more alive?

Agatha: Leave that one to me.

Agatha says as she runs towards him on her horse, prepares her lasso and tries to get closer to catch him. When she manages to lasso him, she pulls aggressively, making him fall off his horse.

Agatha: Where do you think you're going?

Man: please! I have nothing to offer you.

Agatha: Of course you do.

Agatha said as she tied his hands and feet.

Man: You won't be able to hold me in your arms.

While the man was arguing with Agatha, Belle appeared to see if everything was okay.

Belle: Everything okay? Did you catch him?

Agatha: I did, but can you help me put him on the horse?

Belle: Sure Belle picked up the man and put him on Agatha's horse by themselves.

Man: Oh! Agatha: Thank you.

Belle: Anything else?

Man: What are you going to do to me?!

Belle: Things. Man: What things?

Agatha: Things you won't like.

Man: No! No, please!

Agatha: What's your name?

Man: Kieren Duffy, please! Don't do anything to me!

Belle: Boy, it's not up to us to decide.

Man: Please! I beg you!

Agatha ignored the man and just got on her horse to go back to Dina, until then, she would have to tolerate the man's whining. 

(This was the most boring one to write)

[saiskulls-110]

Break Point — Finished Episode 5

OKAY BREAK IT DOWN *DJ TURNTABLE EFFECT*

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FOR HILDA 3'S FIRST 5 EPISODES BELOW

Episode 1.

THE WAY I WAS JUMPSCARED BY DAVID'S VOICE. HOW OLD ARE THEY NOW??? LIKE IT'S GOTTA BE TEEN YEARS BECAUSE GODDAMN PUBERTY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY GUY. MY GUY. MY GUY WHY IS HE SO TALL?????? DAVHDISD??????

Frida's new clothes are so cute she's my baby she's bmy baby no-one can speak ill of her EVER stay WAWAY HSISSSS HISSSSS

Trans flag doormat in Astrid's house. oh my god. oh my gos.sh. trans grandma...

TONTU BEING A TOURIST??? IS KILLING ME??? HE'S GOT THE HAWAIIAN SHIRT AND EVERYTHING I. HELP

Alfur. Alfur I Don't Like This Foreshadowing. Alfur. Alfur Stop Playing The Board Game. ALFUR.

+ of COURSE tontu is the shit-eating smug gamemaster that beats everyones asses no remorse. i'm going go murder this walking hairball (affectionate) ❤️

I'm glad they were straight up with Astrid's "oh, hi, yeah, no I'm not a witch I just really like witchcraft." LIKE IT'S SO REAL??

not to be that guy but why's Astrid kinda fuckigjgn. ADORABLE. please. please. please. just one chance

I'm Normal

Episode 2.

okay but the writers did SUCH a good job portraying what folklore towns are like here. Like everyone KNOWS things but none of them are accurate. also?? just in general a REALLY well-done montage. I do wish I knew what sauce Hilda picked for her ice cream though /hj

Johanna traumatised as fuck (We all saw this coming ❤️)

Thaose are NOT FAIRIES‼️monsterlovers come get your food though

shroom aliens. just in general a very eerie atmosphere done very well

PORTALS??? TO OTHER LIKE. FAE REALMS. I MEAN I'M NOT LIKE. SURPRISED. BUT. WHRHOUH??

mmmm HILDA SAW SOMETHING AND NOW SHE'S BEING FOLLOWED. i'm guessing its something to do with Johanna's "thank goodness they didnt see you :)" because. I mean initially you think it's about the mushroom creatures but it VERY EVIDENTLY IS NOT. aough

Episode 3.

ALTERNATE REALITIES ARE NOT ONLY REAL BUT ALSO ACCESSIBLE

woodman is just the caretaker of ancient trees i guess. ALSO HIS SASS AT THE BOOK "well i'm not in there :/" guess what i'm in love with you

the animation in this episode was absolutely GORGEOUS. literally no 2D animated show has ever done flame-ridden scenery in such a perfect, gorgeous way before I think.

HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA HAS A SWORD YEAHHHHH!!! bisexuals rule da woooorld

oh. oh the. the giantslayer is a k- oh... oh noooo...

oh he's very. passionate i wonder wh-

holy shit. that poor fucking kid (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) like that was. that was so much. oh my god??? jesus christ. this season is getting progressively more unnerving with it's darker themes.

ALTHOUGH IT WAS A WOODMAN EPISODE!!!! WIN!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THAT BARK CREATURE SO MUCH!! PLEASE LETS. BE OKAY

i LOOOVE the snow sister's voice so much. she's wife to me.

Not sure if it was done on purpose or not but every time it played that boom sound whenever Hilda turned back to look at the flaming tree it. it made me laugh. it made me giggle. it was so stupid looking, gave me IZ:ETF energy and really let me calm down from the emotional ride of the last few minutes

seeing more giants is really neat. the sound design for when they jumped away was MAD..in general this season feels like it was made to be listened to on a surround sound speaker system tbh

GOOD EPISODE. uh oh now there's Guys I Think

Episode 4.

Nah this guy boutta be a tumblr sexyman 😦

OKAY OFF THE BAT I ADORE LOUISE. LOUISE IS MY GIRL. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. THEIR ENERGY IS SO SWEET??? BUT LIKE I WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY THE WHOLE TIME BEING LIKE "oh my god. oh my god why are you LYING TO HER and treating her like a Normal Person she's very clearly a little freak like you. oh my god."

AND THEN WHEN THAT WAS BROUGHT UP BY THE MERMAN-- "Oh, you think Louise is SO innocent..." like??? ok first of all THAT LINE DELIVERY?? massive props to the VA. secondly YESSSSS SPIT THE TRUTH. and then Louise does speak up and its like. fr. fr. i love you. be a main character be a main character plrase lpease plea

STOOOPPP... stop THE MERMAN'S a theater kid?? i'm going to start , having feelings AND I DON'T WANT IT!!!

that animation change for the musical number(s) is so good. like..oh my god. oh my GOD the animation is gorgeous. very much a "i wonder if the creators have been on hallucinogens before" kind of thing though adgasjskfwheg

generally just another REALLY GOOD REALLY COOL EPISODE.

my only criticism though this is to Literally All Kids Media Ever is that no-one knows how to write accurate bullying/exclusionary activity (in this episode regarding the ginger kid and his scout group). no kids act like that. please i was bullied so hard i should know

spinning in circles WHEE WHEEEE I WANTT. im gonna download the merman's song. put it on streaming platforms Now‼️

Episode 5.

WELL. THAT'S ONE QUESTION TIED THE FUCK UP ISN'T IT?????????? I'M STILL PROCESSING. OH MY GOD THOUFH. OH MY GOD???

"I just kind of assumed he died when you were a baby..."

"I thought it was some tragic accident!"

FRIDA AND DAVID THAT'S SO REAL OF YOU. thank you for being The Fandom. I love you. I love you. I l

YEESH. um.. Johanna's beef is so. real. and human. oough. this show has GOTTA stop making episodes about my childhood man!!! that's not fair

Alfur immediately not liking his vibes got me 😶 cause like. yk the elf has that autism intuition. so

THE. THE COMMUNICATION BETWEEN HILDA AND THE TROLL..ONCE AGAIN. every time without fail. the trolls are just. they're nor angry creatures they're just kind of. Done With Human Shit™ and want them to stop interfering lmao (don't we all)

Johanna and Hilda having that Moment™ at the end where they have to acknowledge his shortcomings but like..the ONE time that Hilda has to face something like this is the ONE time it's actually not his fault. Like straight up sorey babygirls but he got yoinked by the dementors. um.

Okay on another note. anders has kind of got that dilf swag? not like. as a dad. but as a loser. you know losers. help me help help help help help *clawing at the floor as i get dragged to hell for enjoying a character i absolutely should be seeing red flags for*

[arendholmislands]

With summer nearing its end and the house nowhere near finished, Frida was becoming anxious. She was heavy with child now and she reckoned it would not be long until she gave birth.

"Don't worry, we will have it finished before the first snow falls...", Hildulf assured her one night by the fire.

[critterfloozy]

Critical Yarns - Chetney

Around 61 yards of highly energized singles, Norwegian Elkhound fur. Fingering Weight. It's a little guy, about 2 ounces.

Yep. Norwegian Elkhound. @loyalhoundart was kind enough to send me some of her dogs' fur so I could try to spin it, and it mostly worked? First of all, the dogs in question:

Their names are Cerberus, Mordred, and Excalibur.

I just spun it without much prep, really. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd be able to spin their fur without mixing it with a wool but it worked out! It's not the strongest yarn ever, but it made some incredibly fuzzy, very energized singles. The picture on the bottom right is what it looked like when I took it off the niddy-noddy. (usually it'll look like a longish loop.

Anyway, after spinning it, I attempted a snow dye (as Chetney's from Uthodurn, so it seemed thematically appropriate). The last time I tried this, it was with Percy, and it was less than successful. This time, I learned. I used a lot less snow and a metal pan, with an old cooling tray inserted so the melt and excess dye didn't have to be touching the yarn.

Instead, I made new mistakes. So, usually when I'm dyeing yarn, I'm dyeing, like 10-12 ounces at a time. The Chetney yarn is, like, 2 ounces. And with snow dyeing, you're not really measuring very much? So I used way too much dye. I'd noticed it hadn't really set by the time the snow had melted, so I changed the water and went to steam-set it. Only there was so much dye on the actual yarn that it dispersed into the water and created the all-over blue.

One day, it'll work the way I expect it to.

I also used white vinegar to set the dye (I usually use citric acid, but I was out and also vinegar seemed thematically appropriate). I do have to say the smell of wet dog and vinegar certainly was ... something.

So usually I'm experimenting with these, but this is probably the most out there one I've tried so far. But again, that felt thematically right for Chetney, and even though it seemed like a novelty yarn that shouldn't work, it actually kind of does? I am planning on trying to make something out of it, so here's hoping.

With Chetney, I'm finished with Campaign 3! Next up is Dariax (which is actually already in the plying stages). Then I'll be working on the rest of the Crown Keepers. I do have plans for Deanna (and FRIDA), but I don't have any goat hair, alas.

You can check out the rest of my yarns in the Critical Yarns tag!

[arotechno]

O. basilicum, part iii

Frida’s house had a spare back room that she converted into a bedroom for him, and the townsfolk showed up in droves with gifts for Basil: clothes from older children in the village who’d outgrown them, bedding, books. He kept the quilt Frida had given him on his first day, and soon the small room began to feel lived in—but lived in by someone else, and not Basil, who was only passing through.

He’d been outfitted with a pair of wooden crutches, given to him by a short man named Garth down the road who’d once broken his foot and had modified them to fit Basil’s tinier stature. As a result, Frida had eventually, after a few weeks of being carefully tended to like a piece of glass, given him the clear to wander around Verdigris on his own, provided that he stay out of trouble and always be home for meals.

Verdigris was different from Swallow’s Point. It was smaller, for one; Frida’s house and adjoining clinic sat on a hill at the end of the road, and from the front porch one could see most of the village spread out below. There was a town square where gatherings were held, and a large community garden that helped to feed the townspeople. Hunters like Hank and Ann provided meat to those who needed it, and others would do what they could in return. It was just the way things were done—people worked together to get by, because what other choice did they have?

It was foreign to Basil, who roamed the dirt roads at a snail’s pace like a stranger, sometimes inclined to look over his shoulder for a danger that was never there. Swallow’s Point had been a quaint little town, and for the most part Basil had lived a pleasant childhood. His parents kept him safe the only way they knew how, and he had a roof over his head and plenty to eat and friends his age to play with. But it was always with the understanding that all of those good things were conditional, and could be taken away if he slipped up in front of the wrong person.

In the end, that was what had happened.

“Hey, that used to be my sweater!” a voice called from behind. Basil stumbled, barely catching himself on his crutches and carefully turning himself around. Across the road, back from where Basil had come, an older boy of about fifteen was waving to him with a hammer, perched on a nearby rooftop. Basil recognized him. His name was Jim, and though he was Heartless himself, his mother and older sister were not—they had moved here with him as a toddler to keep him safe.

Basil looked down at his green knit sweater. It hung a bit loose on him; days on the run with little to eat had made him scrawny.

“I don’t suppose you want it back?” he called.

Jim chuckled. He had a boisterous, snorting laugh.

“No, I’m about a foot too tall for that old thing. It suits you, kid. How are Garth’s old crutches working out for you?”

“Fine,” Basil said.

“You don’t talk much, do you.”

Basil scowled. Though he knew he had no reason to be, Basil was wary of the other kids in town. There weren’t many of them, only a few other than he and Jim. Most had lived in Verdigris for most of their lives.

“Jim!” a voice shouted from inside the house. “Are you bothering that new boy?”

“I’m not, Ma!” Jim yelled back.

“You had better not be,” Jim’s mother called. “You’re supposed to be fixing that roof.”

“I am, Ma!” Jim rolled his eyes, then winked down at Basil. He explained, “My mother wants this roof patched up before winter and she’s already on my case about it. You know how mothers are.”

Basil said nothing. Jim gave him an odd look, then shrugged and went back to hammering. Unsure what to do, Basil stood there for a few more moments in silence before hobbling back toward Frida’s house. He’d had enough of the town for one day, and besides, Frida would soon be expecting him home for lunch.

**

Time passed, and winter fell on Verdigris. The trees went bare and the grass wilted and turned brown. A blanket of pure white snow draped itself over the hills and rooftops, and the sky was dyed a permanent shade of gray.

Most importantly, Basil found he couldn’t really walk anymore.

Frida had explained to him that because he had been walking on it for so long before she’d been able to treat his injuries, his leg hadn’t fully healed correctly. It was better, and could bear weight—but it was stiff and painful to walk on, and the cold weather made it worse. Now, he couldn’t do much more than move around the house without losing his balance, and hobbling on crutches in the ice and snow was out of the question.

With Basil being essentially housebound for the time being, Frida did her best to keep him busy by giving him books to study, and teaching him how to mix basic herbal supplements to help with common ailments. Basil found that he liked the work, and he liked Frida. She was kind to him, and didn’t push him to talk about the things that had happened to him. But for Basil, who had spent most of his childhood running about outside, being cooped in the house all winter made him grouchy and restless like a caged animal.

And so it was that when Hank came to the door one day, stomping snow off his big boots in the entryway, and told him he had something to show him, Basil agreed immediately.

“Hold on, now,” Frida said, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s this about, Hank?”

“I want to take him up to the Ridge,” Hank said.

“That’s nearly an hour’s walk!”

“I’ll carry him on my back.” He smiled down at Basil in his kitchen chair. “That alright with you, kid?”

Basil looked to Frida with a pleading expression. “Please?”

Frida sighed. “Alright. But you be careful!”

“I’ll bring him back in one piece, Frida,” Hank said. “You know I will.”

They bundled Basil up from head to toe—boots, a thick wool cloak (an old one of Ann’s that had been hemmed to fit but was still much too long), and a knit hat, scarf, and mittens. Then Hank hoisted him onto his back and they bid the house farewell, Frida watching like a hawk through the kitchen window until they were out of sight.

The town was hushed, as if slumbering. Hank’s boots crunching in the snow made the only sound. It was peaceful, serene. Basil found he liked it. Snowy days back in Swallow’s Point had been chaos, racing to see who could build the best fort or shoving snow down each other’s coats. Basil’s parents had always called him talkative, but these days he was content to say nothing, and Hank didn’t ask him to. He liked that about him.

There was a lot to like about Hank. Hank knew a lot about a lot of things. He had visited often while Basil was initially recovering, and told him all about the different trees in the forest, and pointed out plants in Frida’s books of medicinal herbs that he recognized from his travels.

“You alright back there?” Hank asked after a while. He’d taken them into the woods east of town, where the tree cover was sparser than in the area where he and Ann typically hunted. They were climbing uphill, now, but Hank didn’t seem to be struggling.

Basil hummed in confirmation.

“You know, kid, I don’t think I ought to be able to carry a ten-year-old all this way. You really are scrawny.”

“No, you’re just strong,” Basil said, scowling.

Hank bellowed a laugh. His chest shook with the motion. “So I am,” he conceded. “But I don’t mean anything by it. You stay with Frida long enough and I’m sure she’ll have you getting big and strong in no time.”

Basil didn’t say anything.

“Do you… have someplace to go back to? Family waiting for you somewhere?” Hank shifted Basil’s weight on his back, stepping over an exposed tree root. “Some time, maybe when you are bigger and stronger, I can take you anywhere it is you want to go. I don’t mean to make it seem like you’ve gotta stay here if you don’t want to.”

“I have a family,” Basil said softly. “But I don’t know if I can go back to them.”

Hank didn’t respond right away, so Basil thought he must not have heard him. But then, Hank sighed.

“Basil, you’re from Amistadia, aren’t you.”

Basil’s stomach lurched. He clenched his fists in the shoulders of Hank’s coat. Maybe he’d make him go back. Maybe that’s where Hank was taking him now. But, no, they’d gone the opposite direction, hadn’t they? Hank would never—

“Hey, you’re alright,” Hank said gently. “You’re okay. Don’t worry, I had an inkling that was the case the day I found you. Proximity aside, few places are so brutal. Other places, they may treat you something terrible. But that? To a child? Shit. Jim’s family, they’re from Amistadia. He doesn’t remember because he was a baby, but that’s why they left.”

Basil loosened his grip. “Have you been there?”

“No, ‘course not. I haven’t left Verdigris in twenty years. I didn’t come all this way to make a new life for myself just to risk giving it up.”

“But you said you’d take me anywhere.”

“I would,” Hank said. “You’re worth the risk. Now, see here, look.” He pointed ahead to a break in the treeline. There, Basil could see where the gray sky met the snowy horizon in a sea of white. Before they quite reached that distant point, Hank turned to face the way they’d come.

“This,” he said, gesturing out over the hillside, “is the Ridge.”

Basil gasped. From this vantage point, he could see out over all of Verdigris, past the edge of the woods and beyond. If he squinted, he could even see Amistadia, the pointy spire of King Brutus’ extravagant central palace peeking out over the distant treeline. He’d never imagined he’d ever get to see it, as much as he’d pretended at delusions of grandeur—he certainly had never thought he might see it from this distance.

Somewhere that way lay a home he’d likely never see again, either. Maybe Ace was still out there. Maybe he wasn’t. As long as he was safe, that was all Basil cared about.

“Impressive? Well, that’s not even what I wanted to show you.”

Hank turned around, and Basil’s breath caught in his throat. On this side, facing eastward, Basil could now see out to that faraway point on the horizon where the blank sky seemed to stretch to infinity. In the snow-dappled valley below, distant homes and villages dotted the pristine white landscape, down through the hillside and all the way out to a frozen lake shimmering in the distance like a pretty polished stone.

Basil drummed his palms against Hank’s shoulders, wanting to be put down. Hank carefully lowered him to the ground, and Basil gripped onto his cloak for balance.

“Easy there,” Hank warned, holding him back by the shoulder. “If you get hurt, Frida will have my hide.”

“It’s amazing,” Basil whispered, a huge grin splitting his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled like that—the muscles in his face almost felt stiff at the motion. Above him, Hank chuckled in what almost seemed like fond surprise.

“There’s a whole, great big world out there, Basil,” Hank said softly, squeezing his shoulder. “It’s not all so dark as the one that you have known.”

They stood there for a few minutes in silence, staring out over the Ridge. Basil thought it almost mystical—like if he stood there long enough, watching, that milky horizon might just swallow him up, taking the shining pearl lake with it in one big, terrestrial gulp.

Maybe Hank was right. Maybe this whole thing was far bigger than him, bigger than he’d ever imagined.

Hank picked him back up and turned away from that horizon.

“Let’s get you back to Frida,” he said. “It’s too damn cold.”

[lieutenant-amuel]

7, 19 and 20 for your writer’s ask game please?

Sure! Thank you!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Now that’s an interesting question because I recently read some articles about POVs just to find out I in fact never thought about which POV I write from XD

Of course I knew there were the first/second/third person POVs, but I sincerely had no idea the third person could be limited and omniscient. After reading I realized that all my fics are the mix of both third person POVs, but I never aimed for it. I just write the way it’s most comfortable to me.

I never considered first and second person POVs, because I’m not sure how to write them and I think I can tell more by using the third person (how does even the narrative from the second person look like I know the used pronoun is you but just how I never read any books from this point of view)

Whether I prefer limited or omniscient POV, I think it depends on the scene I write. Sometimes it’s better to use limited so the readers know as much as the character from whose POV I write so I won’t spoil everything. Sometimes it’s better to use omniscient when I write some descriptive scenes (of weather or whatever) because in that case I don’t focus on the character’s feelings and thoughts.

As I said, for all my fics I use third person, both limited and omniscient. It depends on the scene I write.

For WBTL I also use both limited and omniscient. It’s mostly written from Gabe and Valerio’s POV, but I’ve also written some scenes from Ángel, Frida, Emilio, and some other characters’ POV, too. It’s called third person multiple, I think.

Ajhsbdjjf I also read somewhere that it’s better to use just one POV for your story, and if it’s third person limited, it’s better to tell the story from one character’s POV, but as you can see, I elect to ignore it :’D

Anyway, to answer the question without my ramblings, I don’t choose the POV - the POV chooses me.

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

I’m not lying by saying I’m funny, I guess XD

It could look more interesting if I’ve written more fics but alas.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Alright, this question is also interesting and quite difficult as well.

If we count ALL my fics, I think the only thing we can consider a repeated pattern is symbolic elements. In Always With You, Isla de Sueños, and Home for Navidad those symbolic elements are the weather.

When things are bad~, the weather is also bad (in both Always With You and Isla de Sueños this bad weather is a strong wind, whereas in Home for Navidad this is a snow storm). In all cases it connects with the characters’ emotional state, so when they calm down, the weather also calms down (alright, in Home for Navidad it doesn’t really work, because the weather calms down after Mateo casts a spell but shhh)

In Blooming Rose this symbolic element is the rose that can’t spread its petals because it’s overshadowed by other roses but blooms eventually when given enough space to grow - this is a metaphor of Gabe in the guard.

WBTL is also full of symbolism, whether this is:

Weather again - Gabe and Max watch the clear starry sky in the latest chapter - Gabe is free from solving the hideout mystery, the downpour ends after Gabe tells the nameless girl about his feelings about Frida.

Dream sequences - Valerio’s dream in the 12th chapter and Gabe’s dream in the 20th chapter. They’re just full of different symbols, I could talk about them for hours if it wasn’t spoilery.

A quick digression: I once read an article called something like Top-5 things you should never include in your book, and one of them was a dream sequence. I swear after I read it something broke in me because this is literally my FAVOURITE thing to write :’DDDD

Stories - The Man in the Cloak - this story is a metaphor in essence there’s even a metaphor! And a clever one if you ask me!; The Eagle and The Crow - this is a metaphor of Valerio and Emilio; Tales of the Dragon Slayer - the first story is not really a metaphor, but the second one in the 11th chapter, the one Ángel tells via the puppet show, is.

Objects - the three-masted ship Valerio floats in the 13th chapter has three masts for reason.

Characters’ names - almost every character’s name has a meaning that fits them (the best one is Emilio - rival).

(the funny thing is that I’m currently writing a new one-shot, and for now it has no symbolic elements, so this is not a repeated pattern of all my fics after all :’D)

Either way it’s really the only thing I can catch in all my current works.

If we’re talking about repeated patterns in general, I think I could also mention timid love confessions because I like the friends-to-lovers trope? Since in both my romantic fics Gabe was afraid to confess his feelings whether it was Elena or Naomi, depending on the ship. And if I had a love storyline in WBTL, I think I could write something similar (at least Emilio definitely was timid when he told Verónica he loved her).

I also often write hurt/comfort scenes? All my fics, excluding Isla de Sueños and Blooming Rose (although I think it’s still possible to interpret Francisco and Gabe’s conversation as comforting since Francisco actively praised Gabe even if it was rather subtle), are about one character comforting another (in WBTL it also happens often).

I think I also often make characters recall the past, whether it’s sharing the memories with someone, taking past experience into account, or just thinking about the past like in case of Home for Navidad when Blanca recalls the memories of her and little Gabe baking together.

And now it’s really all I can think about XD

Thank you so much for the ask again!

Writer Ask Game

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Remember Me, I Ask

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(This was going to be for LoveLetters Week, but then I got sick sooo here it is a little late)

Prompt: Market Day Fandom: Critical Role Relationships: Fresh Cut Grass/F.R.I.D.A. Rating: G Content Warnings: Memory loss Summary:

When FCG is attacked by a strange monster, he begins to act in an unusual manner — almost as though he does not recognize those he loves. It is up to FRIDA to try to break the curse and bring back the memories of their beloved partner.

Read on AO3, or Beneath the Cut! :D

It was in the first few hours of morning when FRIDA heard the scream. 

They immediately spun around to look at their companions, who, up until the interruption, had been sleeping soundly behind them. Their friends were now looking around, groggy and confused — but FRIDA wasn’t confused. They knew exactly what they were looking for, and when he wasn’t there, they began to sprint down the pathway out of the cavern.

Bell’s Hells (or this half, at least) had been camping at the back of a small cave. They were on their way back to Uthodurn after a short galavant through the wilderness, and had stopped in this nearby shelter for the night. 

But FRIDA wasn’t thinking about all that. They were thinking about FCG and the scream. The automaton had said they were going out for a short walk and needed to be away from other people to commune with the Changebringer, and FRIDA had let him, but evidently, something had gone terribly wrong.

FRIDA scanned the surrounding tundra, their ocular sensors as sharp as an eagle’s eyes, trying to locate their beloved companion. 

There. A little way down the hill, there was a commotion. FRIDA swiftly shifted their hand into the Blunderbuss and fired at some kind of giant beast on the ground beneath them.

There was a piercing screech, and suddenly a large, winged thing lifted off of the ground and flapped away, leaving a small figure motionless on the snow below. 

FRIDA recognized it as the mutated bat-like creature they had seen from the Savalirwood, and suddenly their power core felt like ice. They bolted down the hill as fast as their metallic legs could take them and soon slid down beside the unconscious body of Fresh Cut Grass, face down in the snow. 

FRIDA immediately turned his body over and began to mutter a magical incantation under their breath. Warm healing magic flowed through their hand and into their fellow robot as they caressed his cheek with the back of their hand. 

After a moment, FCG’s ocular receptors fluttered to life, their lights coming back on, and FRIDA breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Thank goodness you’re alive,” they said, hugging FCG gently.

Fresh Cut Grass, however, held incredibly still, and FRIDA would have worried they were still unconscious, if they couldn’t feel the faint whirring of fans from inside of them. 

“Are you alright, babe?” they asked, looking at their companion with concern. 

FCG didn’t reply, but slowly got to his proverbial feet and wheeled out of the hug. 

This made FRIDA especially worried. “What’s wrong?”

They blinked at FRIDA a few times, before turning around and beginning to roll off into the tundra.

FRIDA was bewildered, and very concerned. This didn’t seem like FCG, and unless he had had some disturbing revelation or learned something from the Changebringer while he’d been out, they couldn’t think why he’d be acting like this. 

FRIDA hurried after them, before catching up and putting a hand on their shoulder.

“Hey,” they said gently. “Are you okay? What’d that monster do to you?”

FCG looked down at FRIDA’s hand in confusion, and jerked away. “Get your hands off of me!”

FRIDA froze in shock. They had never seen FCG in a mood like this — stressed, sure, afraid, definitely, but never angry . 

The only times they’d seen him be defensive were at enemies, people who were harming his friends — but even then, the Aeormaton had wanted to make friends with Umadara, even after it had nearly killed the king and queen. 

FRIDA immediately felt worried. Maybe FCG had been too stressed lately, and FRIDA should have noticed and helped him. Maybe they didn’t get enough sleep because of the pair’s late-night conversations and were feeling grumpy. They felt guilty for this, whatever it was. 

Maybe... maybe they’re mad at me, FRIDA found themself thinking. 

But about what? They couldn’t think of anything they’d done recently that might have distressed or annoyed him, and he’d seemed completely fine yesterday and last night. But it didn’t matter why they were mad at FRIDA. All that mattered was resolving it, and apologizing.

“If I made you upset for any reason,” FRIDA said earnestly, “I’m very sorry, and would love to know what it was and how I could do better.”

FCG didn’t turn back and kept making his way away from FRIDA as he exclaimed, “Nobody wants to be randomly touched by a stranger!”

FRIDA felt like their systems were malfunctioning. “Wh-what?”

“I don’t even know you!” they said, turning around to glare at FRIDA. “Of course I’m unnerved!”

“You don’t- what ?!” FRIDA repeated, feeling like a broken record. 

FCG rolled his ocular receptors and turned around. FRIDA could just manage to hear them mutter, “Ugh. Weirdo.”

By this point, FRIDA was certain that something was off. FCG would never act like this — pretending they didn’t know FRIDA? That sounded like something Chetney would do, but not Fresh Cut Grass.

FRIDA must have been extremely concerned, because they didn’t even notice Deanna coming up beside them until she spoke. 

“Hey,” she said. “Is FCG okay?” Then she looked up at FRIDA’s face, and worry filled her voice. “What happened?”

FRIDA watched as their dear friend wheeled away into the abandoned snowy landscape. 

“Something’s wrong with Faithful Care-Giver,” they said.

---

Back in Uthodurn, FRIDA examined the ginger.

After meeting up with the group, they all discovered that FCG had some kind of amnesia, as he acted like he didn’t remember or recognize any of the party. They figured that it had been caused by the monster that had attacked the small automaton, and decided to head back to the underground city for safety. 

Everybody wanted to find a way to get FCG back to normal, and it seemed like the Vellum Steeple was a good place to look for info on curses and magic. The party had all agreed that while they were off researching, FCG should go out with FRIDA in hopes of jogging their memory. 

So there they were, out in the market, joyous laughter and the busy bustle of shoppers surrounding them as they tried to restore their boyfriend’s memory. 

“You love baking,” FRIDA explained, picking out a few pieces of ginger that looked healthy and paying the shopkeep. They had only just managed to convince FCG that he had amnesia, and were now searching around the market for things he loved. 

“Hmm,” FCG said, taking the ginger and looking at it rather confusedly. “But I can’t eat.”

“You love making it for your friends,” FRIDA said. 

“Oh.” They pointed to the makeshift drawer in their torso. “Is that what this is for?”

FRIDA nodded.

FCG didn’t look convinced, but put the ginger in the pocket of his hoodie, and the two of them carried on. 

“You also love a deity,” FRIDA said as they walked. “The Changebringer.” They pointed to the insignia recently implanted in FCG’s chest. “That’s her coin.”

“Huh,” FCG said, brushing the coin with their metallic fingers. “Are they a nice god?”

“You always said she was,” FRIDA said, burying the impulse inside them to say that no god could be nice. Now was not the time for ethics. All that mattered was getting FCG’s memory back. 

“That’s good, I suppose,” FCG said. 

They continued to walk for a bit.

FRIDA tried to think of more things that could spark their companion’s memory.

“This is your laugh,” they said finally, before playing back one of their many recordings of FCG’s laughter. It was clear, happy, and beautiful. Every time FRIDA heard it, it warmed their core, and they knew what it felt like to be in love. 

FCG listened, head tilted a little in the most adorable way possible. “Do you record people’s laughs, then?”

“Yes, many of them,” FRIDA said. “Yours is very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” FCG said, a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

FRIDA headed over to a stall that sold pickles and began to look at them, trying to figure out which ones looked the best. Even in a minor crisis, the humanoids needed food, and Deanna had given them a shopping list before they left.

After finding what appeared to be the best jar, they headed over to the shopkeeper, but stopped when there was a little tug at their coat. 

“Uh, FRIDA, was it?” FCG said, looking up at them. 

“Yes?” FRIDA asked.

“How long have we known each other?” 

“A couple of weeks,” FRIDA said, hope budding within them.

But all that FCG said was “Oh.”

FRIDA could almost hear disappointment in his voice, but the Aeormaton didn’t say anything else.

FRIDA purchased the pickles, and they continued on their way through the market. 

They made their way in silence for a while, buying a few things from Deanna’s shopping list occasionally. 

A flash of color caught FRIDA’s attention just as they were going to leave the market. It was a jeweler's stall.

They jogged over to it and asked the nice lady running it for a handful of rubies. After paying for them, they jogged back to where they left FCG and presented them to him. 

“What am I supposed to do with these?” they asked, as FRIDA deposited a few of them in their hand.

“They’re treats,” FRIDA explained. “For my favorite Aeormaton.”

FCG hesitated for a moment before biting into one. He chewed slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

FRIDA watched nervously, wondering how they would react.

After a moment FCG turned to them. 

“FRIDA?” he asked nervously. “Are we in love?”

“Yes!” FRIDA exclaimed, before embracing them.

As they hugged him tightly, they noticed FCG’s eyes widen and glow brighter. 

“FRIDA!” they exclaimed, before kissing them.

Metal brushed against metal as they held the kiss, and they intertwined their fingers with his, reveling in the touch of their beloved. Some of the market-going crowd nearby stopped to gawk at the odd couple, but FRIDA didn’t care. 

“You’re back,” FRIDA sighed gratefully, leaning their forehead against FCG’s.

“You know I’ll never leave you,” FCG said, looking up at FRIDA with their beautiful eyes. 

“And I’ll never leave you,” FRIDA said, before kissing him again.

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#5

Rules: share the first line of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Thank you @myladykayo for the tag. Here are my last 10 stories - All Thunderbirds fics ☺️

1: Holding Hands - Standalone story in my Bring on the Fluff collection.

The tiny hand clutched his little finger, blue sparkling eyes stared at him with such intensity and trust.

2: Avalanche - Ongoing. Line from the 1st chapter.

The wind was calm, and the snow fell gently to the ground.

3: Reflections - Complete. Line from the 1st chapter - 2nd line as the first is directly from the episode the fic is based on.

Scott’s heart lurched at the pure panic emanating from Virgil’s voice, but there was nothing he could do as he watched Thunderbird Two squeal across the runway with dark heavy flames springing forth.

4: Radiant - Standalone story in my Bring on the Fluff collection

Sea bubbles frothing on the waves of change.

5: Breakfast in Bed - Standalone story in my Bring on the Fluff collection

A tiny knock on the door woke her from her sleep, mother instincts immediately kicking in she rolled over and looked at the door where her eldest was peeking through a small crack.

6: Improv Writing - 3 mini stories in my Pick & Mix Collection. Line from the 1st mini fic.

Little Scott Tracy sat in his treehouse gazing out at the sight.

7: Holding On - Standalone story in my Bad Things Happen Bingo collection

"Virgil come in, do you read me?"

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26 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

#4

Two Fics

Not writing much at the moment so sharing some older stories - The following are 2 fics that I’ve been meaning to stick on this side-blog for a while.

@psychoseal here they are 🥺

Tagging a few others who might also want to read… @janetm74 @drileyf @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @thundergeek59 @bonsaiiiiiii @katblu42

Warning: The fics below the cut ⬇️ contain a character death 🥺

Hands

His head was bowed, his eyes glaring with anger at his hands. They were large, usually so strong, and rough from years of rescues. Yet, at the same time they could sketch complex details onto a pad, they could glide across a piano and make sweet melodious music spring forth, or they could help him to fix something that had broken. They had never failed him. Today, when they had been grasping desperately onto someone he cared about, they had.

Pure rage shot from his eyes and before he knew what he was doing he was up on his feet and those hands that he had relied on so much smashed into the mirror. Shards of glass scattered, blood oozed creating intricate patterns on his palms. It’s what they deserved. They had grown strained and weak. They had given in, they had let go, and his eldest brother had fallen…

“Virgil…”

He lifted his gaze his eyes meeting a sad sky blue. “S…Scott?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he sighed at the state of his brothers’ hands, “you’ve hurt yourself.”

“Deserve it.”

“Not your fault.”

“Couldn’t hold on… I… I let go.”

“Not true… I did… Virg, you didn’t notice but the rope holding you was close to snapping from the combined weight, if I hadn’t let go we both would have fallen… You’re my little brother, I love you, and there was no way I was going to let you get hurt.”

“But you… You did, and now you’re…”

“I know…”

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28 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#3

This week’s Fic Back Friday is the 1st chapter from an ongoing WIP

🏷 if you would like to be tagged in any fic posts then let me know 😊

@janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @ak47stylegirl @thundergeek59 @dragonoffantasyandreality

Lucille

C1: The Unseen Woman

You all know about International Rescue and you've all met the faces behind the team. Jeff Tracy and his five boys; Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, and Alan. You will also know the others who sometimes join them on their missions, and the rest of the family who live on the island. These are the ones you know, but me, well, unfortunately we haven't personally met. You will have caught a glimpse of my face though. My features are etched into Virgil and I'm in many a photo scattered throughout their island home. You will have also heard about me. Most likely through wistful tears, or a happy memory shared between the boys and their father beneath the stars.

The reason we have never met is because I lost my life when the boys were just children. Two of them too young to understand where I had gone, why they couldn't see me, and why I was never coming home. The older three, they did understand what had happened, but were still too young to deal with such raw feelings, and because of that tragic day they were forced to grow up way too fast!

If I could change that day, change that moment that took my life, if I could spare them the pain of losing me then I would do so in a heartbeat, but when the avalanche that took my life hit, I had to make an instant choice. Protect my own life or protect the life of the child I was holding in my arms. Of course, I chose the life of my child and I will never regret the decision I made. I used my body to shield them and let the ice-cold snow hit me with its full force. I kept them wrapped tightly in my arms, begged them to stay awake, to keep breathing, and cling onto their life, even though I knew mine was slipping away…

And that's why you've never met me because that was the day my life ended. However, even though it did end that day, my soul didn't! You see, I continued to watch over them. I could never truly leave them. How could I? They were… Correction, they are my everything! So, even though you've never met me, I have been there throughout it all! The highs and the lows. The tears of sadness and of joy, and the moments that anyone who truly knows them would fill you with utter pride!

So, I would like to introduce myself. I am a wife, I am a mother, and I am the one who watches over International Rescue, making sure I am there to catch them whenever they fall. My name is Lucille Tracy and this, well this is my story!

You can read the other 3 chapters over on Ao3 or FFNET. User Name - CreativeGirl29: 4 chapters currently posted, updates have been very slow but do happen.

30 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#2

Virgil Drabbles

Since I’m going to be reading these to help me continue writing them I thought I’d use them for this weeks Fic Back Friday.

Tagging some who are usually tagged and a few of you who I know enjoy Virgil fics 💚 If you’d like to be tagged for this or any other fic updates then please let me know 💛

@janetm74 @drileyf @katblu42 @psychoseal @weirdburketeer @alexthefly @misstb2 @thundergeek59 @ak47stylegirl @dragonoffantasyandreality @burningcowboyhoagietaco @inertplanetary @womble1 @bonsaiiiiiii @gumnut-logic

Note:

Each chapter is 100 words only.

I will be posting up to chapter 12 today then sharing more next Friday until I’ve caught up with my Ao3/FFNet pace.

Virgil is the main focus of these and is the middle child.

Chapter 1: 15th August

I’ve been here before and I always swear, ‘Never Again!’

But then…

It’s over and for a few seconds, which always feels longer, I hear nothing. Then the sound I’ve been waiting for… That first cry, followed by:

“Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

The relief washes over me, as I look to my husband. The obvious pride flowing from him as our new baby is placed in my arms, and his soulful eyes lock with mine.

“Do you have a name?” Someone asks.

It’s at that moment I know I’ll be here again.

“Yes,” I nod, “his names Virgil… Virgil Tracy.”

**

Chapter 2: Expert

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33 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bring on the Fluff

The 3rd short story from my fic collection ‘Bring on the Fluff.’ From this self-created fluffy prompt LIST  Feel free to use the prompts that I’m working through. This can also be found on Ao3 & FFNet - CreativeGirl29

Previous: C1 & C2 

Holding Hands

The tiny hand clutched his little finger, blue sparkling eyes stared at him with such intensity and trust. He was an unexpected gift, and early to arrive. He was their first born. His baby boy. His Scotty!

He had sworn he’d do anything for him. Yet, for nearly 9 years he had failed. No, it wasn’t his fault that this had happened, this was the result of another man’s insatiable desires. Nevertheless, he still couldn’t help but blame himself. Scott had already lost some of his childhood when his mother had passed, now he had been left to raise his four younger brothers he would have discarded the rest. However, despite not being there to witness it he knew his son would succeed. He would continue on and would become the man he was destined to be. Every day he would make him proud.

Yet despite the signal he had sent out he hadn’t expected this. His son was here.

Deep down he knew he shouldn’t be surprised, after all Scott was so much like himself. If there was the tiniest bit of hope, then no matter how long it took he would persevere, and he had. His Scotty had found him. His back was to him, he was within touching distance, yet he was falling…

No!

He reached out grabbing hold… Those same eyes, no longer a child's. Blue. Sparkling. Trust filled with surprise shimmering through. His now adult hand clutched his and he held on… “I’ve got you son.” and he knew he wouldn’t let go again.

44 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

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[captainsspnanon]

C3E52 - reaction

Things I know from taking a peek at the stream last night:  it’s just group 4, and we got Aabria and Christian as guests.

Ah SNOW BACKGROUND SNOW BACKGROUND I’m a little disappointed it didn’t get heavier, I really can’t wait to see a thunderstorm or blizzard background. They might not actually have it programmed because it could be too distracting, but I WANT IT.

I wonder how recently they filmed this after episode 51?  Laura’s voice is mostly back, but there’s still a definite huskiness to it, which makes me think it’s only been maybe one to two days.

I love that they don’t immediately attack because they assume it’s the guest players coming in, get fucked, and then get very excited when the guests come!  Though at this point I’m a little tired by the exaggerated surprise.  Unless they knew that there were guests but not who it was going to be, which is a possibility?  But one would think that they are aware of who they’re bringing in ahead of time.

Super stoked for Aabria, and ready to give Christian a go.  This does actually make me feel a bit better about Christian though?  Super controversial statement, but when he was first brought it to be the moderator for one of their panels, it felt super corporate decision.  It came more from the fact that when they were promoting him, his acting credits were mentioned, which they haven’t really done for other guests and such, so it felt more like ‘hey prominent currently popular actor of color’ rather than their typical process of bringing in friends. However, since having had Christian in the Nordverse oneshot and bringing him in here really does make it feel that there is the genuine friendship (at least at the level that they use for guest ‘requirements’) rather than just using a currently popular actor for status.

(Sidenote, Aabria with blue hair is fucking GORGEOUS.)

Aabria deliberately coming for Travis’s throat is AMAZING.  GET IT!  (also I’m stoked because Chetney backstory!!!)

I’m a little mixed on Christian’s PC though…. I always get a little iffy when a guest PC comes in with main focus on something that the main PC had going for them specifically.  I was a bit iffy with Erika coming in as someone from the Fey Realm when that was very much Ashley’s thing, a bit iffy with Christian coming in as an aeormaton when that’s Sam’s thing.  Even in C2, I was a bit iffy with Twiggy coming in to do arcane trickster rogue aka Nott’s thing, and Reani coming in to do Yasha’s thing of celestial when Ashley wasn’t even there.  NOW – credit where credit due, I enjoyed all those guest PCs, so I’m sure I’ll enjoy this one as well!  It always just takes a bit of adjusting.   (C1 actually avoided it for the most part except for Lionel, which Travis ran some amazing RP with, actually making it a thing ingame.)

I love Sam joking that Laura’s the main character, but I just KNOW that people who aren’t vibing with the campaign are going to think he’s being serious and use it as an opportunity to tear Laura down.  THE CAST IS AWARE OF INTERNET BULLSHIT!  Remember all the “thanks, Keyleth” comments?  THIS IS THE SAME THING.  All their talk about the show being scripted and that they have to pay for the writers?  SAME THING.

Interesting that Deanna and FRIDA are also pretty anti-gods.  It’s such a change from C1 and C2 attitudes!  (also I’m no longer mixed on FRIDA, love them!  Though not a huge fan of the guest PC being the one to remark on Imogen’s arms, as they only met her 8-9 hours ago.)  I wonder if this is something that Matt maybe nudged them towards, or if this was a decision they made by watching the campaign.  I really wonder if we’ll get also anti-gods PCs with the next group, it would be interesting to have something the opposite!  (though if we are actually near the Hishari, who knows??)

Genuinely surprised that the trip to Uthodurn takes two and a half days.  In EXU Calamity, it made it seem like the Apogee Solstice was a single day thing, maybe even only a 12 hours thing.  Here, the solstice seems like it’s going to be much more spread out, considering there’s already been a week of the leylines appearing before hand.

This may just be my laptop, but is anyone else having bad sound balance this episode?  I have subtitles on to be able to catch some things when needed, but I’m having to rely on them a LOT this episode!  Especially when Christian or Aabria are quieter.

Ruidus stuck in one place with reilora pouring from both directions.  Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool

AAA PVP WITH A WEREWOLF!!!  I was so entranced by the fight that I completely disregarded the fact that Chetney BIT FRIDA until Matt did the con save!  And FRIDA FAILED!!!  WHAT.

This reaction was the first in a while where I typed along for C3, rather than doing wrap up thoughts at the end.  Either way!  Had a blast!!  And I am SO glad that we get an extra long 4SD next week!  I do hope they bring everyone one for it, I’ll be a little disappointed if it’s only the normal four.

[leothil]

no but frida i got good reasons why spring should start in february or even before! namely that i happen to be currently living in an area where there's often little snow so instead of looking at the dead grass (possibly) for many more months i could be looking at pretty flowers soon

but tho i do admit i'm not really a winter person and am kinda done with the whole season the second the christmas decorations go back to a box i'm not completely unreasonable

like i for one would be very happy if we got snow in october or early november, it would make it all that much easier to deal with the dark. also it would make waiting for christmas much nicer and more seasonal. but then january would be like 3rd winter month already so expecting spring to start in february would be very sensible

so i don't even really want winter to get any shorter or anything, i'd just prefer if the seasons shifted a little and those who skii could then start on halloween instead of the winter dragging along forever

Winter should be four months, november to february, and that's my final stance on it. I am willing to flex a *tiny* bit and allow spring to start the monday after hiihtoloma (southern Finland hiihtoloma, that is, week 8. Those who live further north, tough luck, but also you will still have snow stay longer than us poor souls here in the south so you'll probably be able to ski in weeks 9 and 10 anyway).

I actually recommend keeping some lights up all the way through february, it makes the darkness much nicer to deal with. My (plain white) outdoor lights usually stay up until the sun sets past 18 again (which is usually mid-to-late february) and/or I decide that I shall start feeling the spring mindset (which usually happens the first or second week of march).

[heartrenderxnina]

the girl and the wolf

The permafrost was as brutal as she remembered, but luckily, Matthias found a shelter and now she was on her way to pick up some branches for the fire. So, here was the thing, Nina wasn’t exactly the best person to keep track of directions, and now here she was, absolutely lost.

“That’s great, Nina”, she muttered to herself as she tried to go back on her tracks. Ugh, why did everything have to look the same?

It felt as if she was walking in circles, the trees looked the same, the river was still on her right. Nina didn’t want to start panicking, but it was hard not to. She was going to die, here, in Fjerda, in the fucking Permafrost. The snow was going to bury her corpse and Matthias would never be able to find her. Not so thankfully, a snap of a branch forced her out of her train of melodramatic thoughts.

“Matthi–”, she began but instead, someone else appeared. A man with a uniform that she knew all too well. Instinctively, Nina took a step back. The man was tall with a large beard, and had wild brown eyes, full of suspicion and hatred.

“Oh, good sir, thank Djel you showed up!” Nina spoke in perfect fjerdan, already coming up with a, hopefully, convincing lie. “I thought I was going to die here… my husband, he must be so worried…”, she continued to speak, doing her best to adopt a modest and humble posture, like most fjerdan women.

She could see how the man’s posture was slowly relaxing, but only for what seemed a moment. “You are not wearing a ring”, he hissed and Nina frowned in confusion. 

Please don’t hurt my Erik…

Erik? What?

He’s my husband, Nina. He has never been the same since he lost me and our daughter, Frida. Please, have mercy on him.

The man pulled out a gun and pointed right at Nina. Her heart was now beating impossibly fast. “Wait, Erik, please, put the gun down”, she tried to reason with him.

“I never said my name…” the man frowned before the realization hit him like a train on a track. “Drüsje”, the word burnt on his tongue and Nina could taste the bitterness of the word in his mouth. He said it as if it were poison, he said it like Matthias used to say it when they first met.

Okay, now she was fucked. Clearly she was going to die, killed by a Drüskelle. The irony of it did not escape her. Nina raised both hands, taking another step back. “Erik, please… you need help… you are not like this”, she tried again.

He’s a good man, Nina, just like your Matthias… Please, have mercy on him.

She did her best not to scoff. Nina didn’t like that comparison. Matthias was way better, in every possible way. She couldn’t believe that this was going to be her end, it was so… dumb and stupid, and meaningless. She opened her mouth to say something else when she heard it, another branch snapping again. ‘Saints, please, not another one’, she thought to herself. 

It was Erik’s reaction that surprised Nina. His skin turned white and his eyes widened, looking absolutely terrified but also marveled. Was it Matthias? She turned to look and any form of coherent thought left her body when she saw it. 

The wolf’s black fur contrasted sharply against the snow. She was baring her teeth and growling menacingly at the Drüskelle. The wolf moved closer to Nina, clearly in a protective position and ready to attack. She could see the conflict in the man’s face: wolves were sacred to fjerdans. But she could also feel the confusion, why was the wolf protecting her? Honestly, Nina wanted to know as well, because it didn’t make any sense to her either.

Don’t hurt him, Nina, he’s a good man…

Well, that’s kind of debatable; she thought to herself. “Erik…”, Nina spoke again. “You don’t want to do this, this is not who you are… you are a good man”, she said softly. “Put the gun down, please. This is not the man Frida or your wife love…”, she added cautiously.

The mere mention of his daughter and wife was enough for the man to fall on his knees and drop the gun that landed soundlessly on the snow. It was the image of a defeated man, of a person too tired of all the suffering, a man who looked at least fifteen years older than he actually was. At that moment, all Nina could feel was pity. The wolf also seemed to ease her posture and walked backwards and closer to Nina, as if she were now her guardian. 

Let me talk to him, Nina…

Nina frowned, she didn’t know how to pull that out, she needed concentration and a better environment. The only time she did this was with Baghra, and she had been under so much stimulation. Her eyes moved to the Drüskelle and swallowed with difficulty, she didn’t trust him enough to close her eyes. That’s when she heard a soft whine coming from the wolf.

Use the wolf.

‘Use the wolf?’ What the hell was that supposed to mean? Nina briefly looked down at the wolf who was sitting merely inches away from her. “That’s impossible…”, she murmured as a crazy idea came to her mind. Living amplifiers existed, yes, but all of them had been human, like Kirigan and Baghra, like Persi. But animals?

Hesitantly, Nina placed her hand over the wolf’s head. The reaction was instant. She fell onto her knees, the wolf acting as a support system. It was as easy as breathing, the wolf easily called out to her power and the spirit of the woman and her daughter were projected into the living realm. They looked so real that Erik started weeping as the woman told him that it was okay, that it was time to go home. Meanwhile the wolf remained still, stoic, as if she knew exactly what she was supposed to do.

Nina was running out of energy and eventually, the souls of the woman and Frida disappeared for good, leaving her panting heavily and holding onto the wolf. Erik, on the other hand, was crying, but he was also smiling and there was something about that smile that made Nina feel incredibly uneasy.

“Djel awaits for me, Drüsje…” the Drüskelle murmured and Nina narrowed her eyes. There wasn’t hatred in his tone, no hostility, just peace and calmness. “The water is ready”, he then said, picking up the gun and standing up. The man took off his coat and left it at Nina’s feet as an offering, as well as his backpack.

“What are you doing?” She narrowed her eyes as the man began to walk towards the river, the gun on his hand. And then it hit her. Her blood turned colder than the snow and she paled even more. “No… no, no, Erik, stop!” Nina began to crawl towards the river. Projecting souls into the living realm always ended up draining her energy to the brink of exhaustion, and right now, she couldn’t even stand up.

“My love, I’m coming home…”, the Drüskelle muttered, pressing the gun to his temple. 

“NO!” Nina cried, but Erik already pulled the trigger.

Her eyes widened in horror as his body fell on his back into the freezing fjerdan waters. Nina remained on her knees, tears rolling down her eyes as the current dragged Erik’s body out of her sight. What had just happened? Was this her fault?

No, Nina, it was his time to go.

“But that doesn’t make sense…”, she murmured quietly before feeling a gentle nudge on her arm. The wolf was next to her, still protecting her. Nina gently ran her hand through her fur. The wolf was warm and soft, and she seemed to like the pets. 

“You saved my life”, she said softly and the wolf gently nudged her snout against Nina’s cheek. “Do you have a name?” Not that an animal would tell her. Nina leaned more against the animal, seeking for some warmth. “There was a Saint who helped abandoned women… her name was Magda”, she commented. “Maybe I should call you Magda…”, she whispered softly and earned another gentle nudge from the wolf, a nudge that Nina read as an approval. Her eyes moved back to the water.

He’s at peace now, Nina.

The grisha shook her head and stood up. “I need to find Matthias”, she told the wolf as she began to gather what Erik had left her. The wolf took a few steps back and let out a loud and prolonged howl, and only when she heard one in return, she gently bit Nina’s clothes and tugged from them, urging her to follow her. 

Nina didn’t even hesitate, she and Magda would become one from now on.

[stormclouds-chainmail]

[Image description for the first six images. The last four images have alt text.

The first is a gif of someone in a purple sweatshirt twisting to the side before kicking the camera out of the camera person's hands so that it tumbles violently to the ground, before the GIF starts again from the beginning.

The next two pictures are of a painting by Paul Smith, showing a cabin covered in snow, next to a photo of Paul, wearing a red shirt behind an old-fashioned typwriter.

The next shows Peter Longstaff, an elderly person sitting in front of a paining of pine trees in snow, holding the paintbrush between the toes.

The next two are first a photo of Frida Kahlo,, then a self-portrait. Frida Kahlo's photo is in black and white, with dark hair pulled back, a unibrow, and large earrings. The self-portrait has a black cat and a monkey in the background, along with large tropcial leaves. Frida wears a necklace of sticks, with a black bird on it, and butterflies on a crown.

The next photo is of neon orange, blue, and black art, that reads, "my hands won't stop shaking", with the background neon orange, wavy blue lines, and a black drawing if a hand in a forearm crutch.

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"ai is making it so everyone can make art" Everyone can make art dipshit it came free with your fucking humanity