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[eksentrismi]

Mueheh give hyde heels-

Instructions unclear, accidentally gave him a cool outfit instead-

[forsaking-serenity]

i am bored, why is everyone busy sigh

[kermdoeswriting]

Bruce Wayne's a Foster Parent. Also he avoids death a lot so a dead person can usually tell if a humans meant to have died but didn't.

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"Bruce you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have to but-"

Bruce just sighed from his side of the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Nobody ever really expects to get a phone call nearing 3 am but exceptions had to be made when you were a legal foster parent and also a part-time secret super hero. If it wasn't one thing calling for him it was the other.

On the other side of the phone, Bruce heard the caseworker, Roni, chuckle.

"It's just for 3 nights and half of the day after, but I need you to be prepared for something before I can pass them off to you."

Bruce sat upright now on his bed, attentively listening to her words. Usually the kids didn't really come with any pre-warnings from the Caseworker themselves, letting anything about each Foster kid be said inside of their personal files that got sent along with them.

But when she gave out this information it was usually important. The last time Bruce had gotten a warning like this it was for Jason which was ages ago it feels at this point.

"What is it?"

"The kids are-" Her voice trailed off, like as if she was still searching for the right words to say. "They've been through what I can honestly only describe as the equivalent to a meta-kid trafficking lab"

Bruce shifted as he heard the driving continue on the other side of the phone.

"They're very guarded because of what they went through and they might display.. unusual behavior. More unusual then a meta-kids behavior after such a situation would be, but don't let it fool you! The kids are really sweet beyond being afraid."

Bruce frowns at the descriptions before replying to her, mentally trying to prepare himself for the idea of these kids and what they might have went through.

"I'll make a note of it then. Thank you, Roni"

"No, thank you, Bruce. I really appreciate this last minute placement. We'll be by really soon"

He was left with a click as he removed himself off his bed and threw the covers to the side of him. Alfred would want to know that they would have 2 new guests in the manor, at the very least to greet them and have rooms prepared even if they didn't need to have them prepared further then what they already were.

It was less then 5 minutes later that Bruce found himself, with Alfred, greeting the temporary fosters at the front door. Roni looked tiredly at them as she pushed the kids front and center.

Bruce could relate heavily.

"Hello Danny, Ellie. It's nice to meet you both, I'm Bruce Wayne."

Danny just stared at the mans outstretched hand for a second before he turned to look up at him, a pinched look on his face. Ellie matched his expression, although being a bit more subtle about it as she looked over Bruce as a whole.

Eerily, Bruce felt like his very soul was being judge the longer the kids stared at him. He also felt a sense of familiarity with these two kids the longer this continued.

They seemed detached rather than afraid like their caseworker had explained earlier, more so viewing the world as if they were outside of it rather then in it in any way.

Danny was quick to glare at him after another moment, "You're a fruit-loop, aren't you?"

Ellie broke from her own scanning almost immediately when she heard Danny's comment, cackling beside him before shoving him off with her arm. The action made Bruce smile as he took his arm back and placed it by his side.

Alfred also looked amused between the pair of siblings before turning attention to the task at hand again. Bruce just smiled at his pseudo-fathers usual fondness over children, knowing he was being reminded of his own grandchildren.

"This is Alfred. He's going to be the one to show you over to your rooms for the next few nights." Alfred greeted the kids in the same polite way he usually greeted all guests before he leaned down and extended his hands towards their belongings. He didn't grab their belongings just remained leaning over them before questioning the kids if they would like help to take their stuff to their rooms.

Bruce only really saw it faintly and if it were any other moment he might have ignored it as a sleepless hallucination, but for some reason he noticed the change immediately. The twins eyes go from a darker blue to a flashing bright green.

As if alarmed by the sudden movement towards their belongings.

Danny was quick to catch his own staring as well, eyes flashing back to blue for only a second before reverting back to green. Almost as if to give off some kind of warning.

Ellie noticed his staring immediately and shoved Danny again, this time more forceful for his attention before turning to whisper something to him when she had him back.

Bruce felt his skin crawl before turning away to face their caseworker, not really understanding anything they were saying beyond hearing a few words and feeling their eyes look between each other and his back.

Death Touched was an especially new description, and one that stuck in his head the second he heard it.

Bruce waited until the kids were guided away by Alfred before talking to their caseworker officially and waking her up from her half delirious tired drop-off.

"Hey Roni? Is there any chance we can extend the Fenton kids stay?"

There was something going on here with these kids and he was going to get to the bottom of it. One way or another.

[samuelswatts]

Something was off about Roni but... Sam couldn't put his finger on it. They hadn't seen each other in what felt like forever, that was probably it. Besides, she didn't owe him anything. If he wasn't the same person he was in high school (he thought, he hoped) then Roni might not be either. Still, he felt that old twinge to reach out to her. To hold onto her hand, crack a joke to make her smile.

Man, he had to get outta here.

That's when his phone vibrated, again. And then she said that. Sam should have known. A part of him was relived, there were far worse things Gossip Girl could have revealed about him. Then he felt guilty, again. Sam and Juliette, Sam and Roni... It had been a mess. He wasn't gonna get into this mess again.

"I don't... Me and Jul---iette aren't together, despite anything Gossip Girl has to say-," he said before adding- "I'm not with anyone and I don't want to be. I'm focused on football right now. On school. On... I don't know, a future. I don't have time for drama anymore."

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’How’s Juliette’ hit him like a freight train. Things had been nothing short of complicated between the three of them. A tangled mess of feelings and betrayal. Sam hated that he hurt Roni. And he hated that he hurt Juliette (that Juliette hurt him). That night, at the Fairchild Ball, when he and Juliette kissed had weighed down on his guilty conscious for a long time. He felt guilty about feeling guilty (and sometimes not feeling guilty). If time was supposed to heal all wounds, Sam was still waiting. “I don’t know,” he replied which wasn’t not true- “Busy, I guess. Modelling thing.”

After a pause, he raised a brow in her direction– “Are you two, ah, talking again?”

Sam smiled again when she laughed. It was nice. The implications of Veronica Ravenwood being on the Upper East Side again hadn’t hit him yet. Maybe there weren’t any, right? Everyone had moved on. (Right?) When she asked, he immediately thought about the bonfire and the scene he kinda caused at it. He opened then closed his mouth again. “Just… Training. Gotta stay in shape for next season at college. Plus my dad’s on my back about keeping up my grades as well so I’m doing some extra stuff for that too. This summer’s more work than play, y’know?” He smiled at her again- “You?”

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Roni listened, though she knew fairly well how Juliette was doing after all she had met her before mr handsome found his way in front of her again. she was hated, and a part of her wasn’t fine with it - Juliette had no idea what happened behind the scenes, heck even Sam wasn’t aware that he was a father. Her hands moved to her stomach, where her child had been safely seated for nine months, yet she acted as if she wanted to wipe something away. Some things didn’t change. Her body did, but she worked hard to keep it back in her original shape.

“Not really.” She shook her head, they talked but they weren’t talking like they were in the past. “I’ve been busy with…things.” Coping with a severe depression for one. “But you know, I’m managing.”

She stood on her tiptoes, her heel off the ground for a second before it clicked back on the ground. “Heard you still had a thing for Jules - considering GG posted something about the two of you on her blog.” Her smile faltered. “Guess some things don’t change, huh.”

[cambankromyy]

THE ISLAND LOOKOUT (pt.6): oops - (smau & irl au) childhood bsf!rafe cameron x thornton!reader

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still half-awake, they kept scrolling, posting random shit and laughing at stuff that made no sense, the phone screen flashing like they weren’t even looking at it. fingers just moving, no real thought, the last post slipping out without even realizing it. by the time they finally passed out, they had no clue what they’d just set off—one post that was about to raise a lot of questions.

roni and rafe were out cold, while sarah (and everyone else) were blowing up their phones for answers.

they finally woke up after what felt like a bajillion calls from sarah, the ringtone blaring loud enough to make them realize it was real and not just part of their dream. rafe yelled to roni, still half asleep, "turn the alarm off!" she groggily checked her phone and blinked, "it's a call from sarah." she scrolled through her texts and shot up, "rafe, sarah's text yelling at us for something."

"you sure it’s not topper doing some shit 'bout ruthie?" rafe mumbled.

"no, it’s the gc with just us," roni replied.

"the one she uses to just get mad at us?" rafe chuckled, already knowing. roni nodded, her foot somehow right near rafe's face from the way they'd collapsed on the couch. he fake-bited it as she pulled it away, and she chuckled. "check your phone, idiot."

by the time you'd finished checking out the island lookout post, rafe had already gotten up, stretching like he hadn’t just woken up from the deepest nap of his life. you put your phone down, not letting the post affect you. you knew how you felt about rafe, and thats all that mattered. right?

"you wanna get lunch?" he said, snapping you out of thought.

"where?" you asked, still half-zoned out.

"diner?" he shrugged.

"fuck yeah, let’s go," you replied, grabbing your shoes and heading out the door.

when you got to the diner, the fog of the morning was still there, but something clicked in your head as you sat down. "shouldn’t we, like, post a follow-up or something?" you asked, scrolling through your phone.

"yeah, we should," rafe said with a grin. "can’t leave 'em hanging, can we?"

you raised an eyebrow, already tapping out the next post.

as rafe dropped you off at your house, the car fell into a comfortable silence. he pulled up to the curb and glanced over at you.

“Thanks for the ride, rafe,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“No problem, roni,” he replied with a smirk.

"love you, bye!" you said as you stepped out.

"love you too, see you soon." rafe waved as she closed the door.

as you got home, you quickly got yourself comfortable, and sat down on the bed. unlocking your phone, you clicked on the text notification from sarah that morning. remembering sarah had promised you a debrief, you texted her about last night.

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[sungbites]

MORE FUN TO MISS ━ zhong chenle

pairing : chenle x fem reader genre : angst? band au, fluff ish, e2l warnings : mentions of drugs and being high, kissing, not proofread synopsis : being in a band was frustrating but even more frustrating when your bandmate was such a hardass wc : 1.7k a/n : this is for my bff ily roni and yes this is daisy jones & the six inspired LISTEN TO MORE FUN TO MISS BY DAISY JONES & THE SIX!!!

“again” chenle muttered, making you glare at him. he looked back at you, gesturing you to put your headphones on again and stand closer to the mic. you glanced at your producer, johnny,  who counted you down to when he would turn your mic on and you began singing. 

you had sang this line fifteen times. after recording the instrumental which also took several attempts you began recording the actual song and chenle had to nitpick every mistake he could possibly come up with. 

“you’re too pitchy” “too high” “no it’s off” again and again and again and again. his voice rang in your head as you sang the line. you heard the mic turn off once more and you looked to chenle who was sitting behind the glass, watching you. “do it again.” he said, making you suck your teeth. “im taking five” you mumbled, slipping off the headphones and leaving them on the mic. “yn i said ag-“ “im taking five!” you yelled back, walking out of the booth and slamming the door. 

outside sat your bandmates, who had been seeing everything through the glass of the door. chenle came out of the room, glaring at you. “why the fuck would you just walk out. get back in there yn” even his voice was annoying you now, maybe he was too pitchy. “i’ll get back in there when you get off your high horse!” you replied, voice getting louder. whatever conversation everyone else was having died down to look at the two of you. 

“what are you even talking about yn” he furrowed his brows, matching your tone. “you’re fucking targeting me! i didn’t need to record that line fifteen times chenle!” you groaned out, frustrated over what he was doing. “face it yn, you’re not as good as you think!” he spat back, words laced with venom. “are you fuck-“ “enough! both of you!” jeno called out, standing up to walk in between the two of you. 

“you’re both saying things you don’t mean” he glanced at you then chenle. you rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to speak up but he stopped you. “20 minutes in the closet, both of you.” he pointed his head at the storage closet and you both groaned. “whatever” chenle mumbled, going over to the closet and shutting the door. jeno looked to you, gesturing his head and you sighed, heading into the closet. 

the band had rules, one of them being if two people were arguing too much they'd have to spend a certain amount of time in the closet. the rule originated because during your early days everyone was at each others throats. it was helpful sometimes, but right now the last place you wanted to be was confined somewhere with him. 

things between you and chenle was always complicated, both of you were the main singers of the band and sometimes it caused some issues, but lately it seems as if it’s gotten worse. when you first joined the band you had a small thing for him, but that went away quickly after you saw him sucking some other girls tongue. you kept your distance but for some reason he kept pulling you close to him. 

in pulling you close to him you began spending more time with him. most of it being writing songs, you would write a piece of music and then pass it to chenle as if it was this secret language only the two of you knew how to read or translate. things were good, but then they blew up. 

the breaking point was him telling rolling stones that in no way shape or form were you his muse. it stung, knowing someone you wrote songs with could just toss you to the side for his own gain. so you did the most sensible thing, invited the rolling stones reporter to a rager and got high out of your mind with him, in an attempt to prove you were chenles muse. 

that blew over quick because you were on all sorts of drugs and the reporter instead called chenle to take you home safe, after chenle arrived at the party you had no idea what happened since you blacked out. ever since chenle had been treating you like you were the bottom of the barrel and this was just the tip of the iceberg. 

you weren’t sure what made you more mad, chenle targeting you or the lyrics, oh those lyrics. ‘more fun to miss than to be with’ one of them read. the words burned into your head like a cow being branded, was it about you? chenle handed you the lyrics to the song as if it was some big joke and you were the butt of it. what could it even mean. 

you sighed, reaching in your pocket for a cigarette then lighting it. chenle glanced at you then rolled his eyes. “put it out” he mumbled, he leaned against the wall, now looking at you, crossing his arms. “no” you replied back, blowing the smoke into the small confined space the two of you were in. “yn im serious, put it out.” he said once more, this time speaking up clearly. 

you held eye contact with him and rolled your eyes, letting the cigarette fall then stepped on it. you two stood in silence for a minute until you couldn’t take it anymore. “what the fuck were those lyrics” you said, glancing over at him. chenle gave you a look and hesitated before speaking. 

he pushed himself off the wall making him closer to you. “do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” he looked in your eyes, he was mad. it wasn’t that hard to tell he was pissed at you but for some reason this had something else behind it. “what?” you breathed out, eyebrows furrowed looking up at him. 

“you were high out of your mind in a house full of people who didn’t know you, so tell me,” he moved closer to you, making your back hit the wall as you stepped backwards. “do you have any idea how dangerous that was for you?” he repeated the same question but now his tone was softer, almost as he was.. worried? no, he couldn’t be. 

“stop acting like you care chenle.” you said, your words hanging in the air as he stared back at you. he still had the same frustrated expression on his face as he looked down at you. for a second you thought he would kiss but instead he backed away, leaning against the wall opposite of you. “i do care yn” he finally said, crossing his arms. 

there was a heavy silence in the air after chenle spoke, you were too angry to get the words out. so you stood there, the words stuck in your throat and too angry to even bother speaking. he cared? if he cared so much then why would he lie to the reporter? why would he say that you weren’t his muse when he would slip you songs he wrote about you in the middle of the night, unable to sleep? why would he even write with you to begin with? were you just a game, for him to earn more money with the band? 

“if you care so much chenle then why did you lie to the reporter?” you finally got the words out. he looked up, eyebrows furrowed now. before he could speak you did. “why would you say that im not your muse?” you stood up straighter now, his expression still the same. “why would you say that not knowing how it would affect me? did you just want to make more money? and not even bother caring about who you hurt in the process?” you continued, your tone still harsh. 

now chenle stopped trying to speak up, letting you talk. “you wrote songs about me. about how much you wanted me and wanted to have me. so was it all just a game?” you looked in his eyes, tears brimming in your own. “because if it was i can just leave chenle, and i wont come back so tell me if i was-“ he cut you off by kissing you. 

unable to hear your words anymore chenle kissed you. he held your face in his hands as he kissed you slowly. you could’ve pushed him off, told him to fuck off but instead you let your heart take over and you kissed him back, holding him by his neck. the kiss got faster as you backed up against the wall, chenle now caging you. 

it felt like so many words were unspoken through the kiss, everything the two of you had been holding in was now being let out. the kiss started slowing down, you swore you could feel every crack on his lips, as well as the soft taste of the coffee he drank. chenle pulled back, both of your faces flushed and lips a light shade of red. you look up at him, breathing unevenly. “does that answer your question?” his voice wasn’t above a whisper, but he could be heard loud and clear. 

one thing led to the next and you and chenle were back in the recording booth, where you started. “okay, so we’ve had our extended five, are we all good now?” johnny spoke into the mic as you slipped on your headphones. “all good here” you spoke clearly into the mic and glanced at chenle. he watched your every move, how you sat on the stool and flipped through the lyrics. “yeah i’m good” he finally said making johnny smile and clap. 

“alright, then let’s get started” he said, smiling. johnny counted you down and you began singing the first verse, hoping that after that in the closet, chenle would finally approve. this time, you got through the first verse without chenle cutting your mic. finally, johnny cut your mic right before the pre chorus and you glanced over at chenle who simply smiled. he leaned in to push the button for you to hear him, “good as always yn” he said, making you smile as well. he leaned back in his chair, smiling right back at you. 

no one knew how you and chenle made up but one thing was for certain that the kiss would be happening a lot more now. 

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[giving-myself-to-ashes]

I didn't realize Garlic Bread was on there twice but I can't edit it... oops

[a-jedi-light]

Lora looks up from finishing helping a Padewan with fixing her braid.

Earlier that morning one of the girls in her room had done Lors’s hair into an updo. Helping keep it out of her face.

Which was good. She had to meet someone today. A master. Her new one after what had happened with Cole. Which she still didn’t regret. Even if it did seem that the council was about to toss her into the street.

She knew enough that she could get by right? No. Probably not. Besides she had a sense this was where she needed to be. So she’d pretend to be humbled by being passed along to another old grouchy man. And try and keep her head down till she made knight. She was smart. She could do it.

“Lora- I’d like you to meet master Ronis Vanda.”

She arches a brow. Her face betraying her again. He was young. Hopefully that wouldn’t prove to be a problem. The younger ones always had the most ego.

“Pleased to meet you master.” Lora replies with a bow.

“Well I’ll let the two of you get acquainted.” The woman replies and as she heads out of the room she mouths. Good luck. To Ronis.

“I’m sure you’ve heard stories about me. Most of them are gross exaggerations.” She says with a pretty smile.

@refracting-light

Ronis chuckled. “Perhaps, but there is always a glimmer of truth in those stories.” He said, sounding wiser than others his age. “Want some tea? I brewed some before you came in.” He offered.

[lemoncrushh]

Cubicle // 3) A Girl Like You

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Thursday // Roni

Once again, I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I couldn't get those eyes, lips and dimples out of my head. I also felt bad that I had such a grim reaction to his telling me his age. It really is no big deal to me, and I hope he knows that. I started circulating in my head different scenarios in which I would apologize to him. Of course, in my fantasies, Harry always kisses me or makes passionate love to me in the end. My brain is so dramatic.

To make matters worse, I actually woke up an hour before my alarm was to go off. I tossed and turned for twenty minutes before finally giving up and hopping in the shower. Some good came out of it, however. I got to work a little earlier, and Harry just happened to pull into the parking spot next to mine at the same time I was getting out of the car. I stopped on the sidewalk to wait for him.

"Good morning," he greeted as he slammed his door shut.

"Morning, Harry," I said, giving my best smile. Or at least the best smile I could muster on very little sleep.

We walked up to the office building together, exchanging small talk about work and the weather.

"By the way," he said as he held the door open for me. "Thanks for your email yesterday."

"You're welcome."

"I'm sorry I didn't reply to it. I got really busy, and I wanted to respond only when I had enough time to say what I wanted."

A little taken aback, I raised my eyebrows in question. "And what would that be?"

Harry looked down at his feet as he smirked. "No. You'll just have to wait for the email."

I playfully pouted as we continued inside the building. I stopped by my desk to drop off my handbag and then met Harry in the break room. Alice, a sweet timid girl from the accounting department was also there, stirring her tea. She gave me a quiet greeting as I poured myself some coffee.

"So who has plans this weekend?" I asked as I sat down at the table with Harry and Alice.

"I'm not doing anything," Alice replied softly. "I never do anything."

"No?"

Alice shook her head.

"What about you, Harry?"

"No plans yet," he answered, giving me the eye. "But that can always change."

"Hmm," I nodded. "Indeed."

"Well," Harry announced as he stood up, "you ladies have a lovely morning. I have an email to write."

"Bye, Harry."

He winked at me as he left the room. I wasn't sure if Alice noticed until I heard her pipe up.

"God, you're so lucky."

"Excuse me?" I glared at her.

"I've had a crush on him since he started working here. I don't think he even knows my name. But he's obviously into you," Alice said solemnly.

I didn't really know what to say. I mean, I had the feeling he liked me, but I didn't want to make someone else feel bad.

"I'm sorry, Alice," I finally spoke. "I didn't know you liked him."

"Eh, who doesn't, honestly," she retorted. "He's bloody gorgeous."

With that, she stood and gave me a quick "see ya" before heading out of the break room. I sat by myself until I'd completely drained my coffee cup, then headed back to my desk to anticipate Harry's email.

Harry

I was really glad I ran into Roni this morning. All day yesterday I had been thinking about how to respond to her email. I didn't want it to be a quick message. I wanted to tell her how the age difference didn't matter to me if it didn't matter to her. I wanted to tell her other things, but I wasn't sure how she would take it. Maybe her quick email to me was only to be nice. Like a "nice knowing you, but you're too young for me" kind of thing.

But seeing her beautiful face as she stood there waiting for me to get out of the car sealed the deal. I knew she wasn't just being nice. Travis was right, she's into me. The way the corner of her mouth always curves up slightly whilst listening to me speak. When she licks that fucking delicious bottom lip. I want so bad to feel it on mine.

Feeling much more confident, I sat at my computer and began typing the email. I still knew however, that spilling my guts via inter-office correspondence would not be the wisest choice. If we're not even allowed to use the internet without being monitored, who knows what they do about tracking private messages.

So, I kept my words somewhat professional, yet a bit cryptic. Knowing that Roni is a smart and undoubtedly extremely clever woman, I reckoned she would understand and be able to read between the lines.

To: Graver, Veronica

From: Styles, Harry

Re: Weekly Update/Meeting

Ms. Graver,

It was a pleasure meeting you this week. Allow me to welcome you to the company. Regarding our previous discussion, I foresee no objection to future relations. After all, nineteen and twenty-seven are numbers I can certainly work with. I've checked my calendar, and I have an opening in the PM of Friday, or Saturday if that better fits your schedule. Please let me know, and do not hesitate to reach me on my personal line if you have any further questions.

Best regards,

Harry Styles

Below my name, I gave her my cell number. Then I got to work, hoping I'd get a response soon.

Roni

How fucking cute is he? I giggled to myself as I finished reading his email, then read it again. I wanted to reply with an emphatic yes but knew that would not be appropriate in a work email, which I gathered were his intentions for writing something so business-like. So, I gave a short, similar response.

Mr. Styles,

Thank you for your email and your warm welcome. I shall be contacting you via your personal line so that we may discuss our future meeting in detail.

Sincerely,

Roni Graver

Harry

I'd noticed Roni had replied to my email nearly forty minutes ago, but fucking Donald, my lame ass supervisor, had been going on and on about some account that had been waiting on their reports, which I knew I had finished and sent out last week. Then Nina, his secretary had to add fuel to the fire by telling me I had done them incorrectly because apparently, there was a change in the format that no one had bothered to tell me about.

After Nina had left, I eagerly opened the email. I grinned to myself as I read her words. Just as I was about to reply again, I heard my phone vibrate on my desk. I swiped it open to reveal a text.

Harry, you're such a clever lad. I would love to go out with you. I'm free all weekend, so you pick the time that's best for you. -Roni

After quickly saving her number in my contacts, I sent her a text back.

The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned. Tomorrow at 8?

Less than thirty seconds later she responded.

Sounds great! :) Can't wait.

I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I turned my attention back to my reports, but suddenly got an idea. Picking up my phone, I texted Roni again.

This might sound silly since we're going out tomorrow, but are you free for lunch?

As I waited for her text, I felt the presence of someone behind me. I turned my chair around to see Roni leaning against my cubicle partition.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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As Snow White wandered through the surrounding forest of the Kingdom of Corona, she sat on the grass by the shore near the bridge. The sun danced on the water, and birds sang merrily. Suddenly, she heard a cheerful voice singing in the distance.

The voice belonged to Baloo, a carefree and fun-loving bear. He appeared from behind a tree, his massive frame swaying rhythmically as he sang about his adventurous lifestyle.

“I like the cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni like they make at home. Or a healthy fish with the big backbone. I'm Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th! I've got that wanderlust. Gotta walk the scene. Gotta kick up highway dust. Feel the grass that's green.” Baloo sang, brushing his hand over the tall grass. “Gotta strut them city streets, showin' off my éclat, yeah!” 

Spotting Snow White, His eyes widened, and he shook his head to make sure he wasn't imagining her. He continued to sing, now staring directly into her eyes. “Tellin’ my friends of the social elite. Or some cute cat I happen to meet. That I'm!” With confident swagger, Baloo danced his way over to her, his movements light and nimble for such a large bear. He noticed a tree branch full of flowers above Snow White and, with a playful grin, reached up and gave the branch a gentle shake. “Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th!” He sang, as he sent a cascade of colorful flowers rained down, surrounding Snow White in a fragrant shower.

Snow White giggled as she brushed the flower petals from her shoulder, looking up at the tall gray bear before her. “Why, sir, your name seems to cover all of Corona.”

“Well, of course. I'm the only cat of my kind,” he admitted, plucking a pink blossom from the branch and tossing it at her feet. He continued his song, moving closer. “I'm king of the highway. Prince of the Boulevard. Duke of the avant-garde. The world is my backyard. So if you're goin' my way, that's the road you wanna seek. Calcutta to Rome. Or home-sweet-home, in Paris, magnifique you all!”

He came to a halt, his smile widening as he stared down. He blinked and did a little twirl, continuing to sing and rhythmically strutting toward her. “I only got myself, and this big ol' world. When I sip that cup of life with my fingers curled.” He wiggled his curled pinky at her, then began to jauntily strut a circle around her. “I don't worry what road to take; I don't have to think of that. Whatever I take is the road I make. It's the road of life; make no mistake, for me!”

Finishing his circle around her, Baloo stepped off to the side, kicking his leg out with a flourish. He cross-stepped back toward her, weaving rhythmically, singing his name while scatting. “Yeah, Baloo boppa-doo, dee-boppa-dooba, Baloo von Bruinwald, von Bruinwald, the 13th! That's right, and I'm very proud of that. Yeah!” He finished his song standing directly in front of her, staring down and smiling with a dream-like gaze.

Snow White clapped her hands, laughter bubbling up as she exclaimed, “Bravo! Very good. You are a great talent!”

Baloo put his hand on his chest and said, “Oh, thank you. And what might your name be?” he asked, shaking his head slightly.

“My name is Snow White,” she replied.

“Snow White... Beautiful... Love it!” Baloo’s eyes rolled back in a dreamy way. “And those eyes... ooh! Why your eyes are so soft, gentle as a doe.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, flirtatious murmur. “They make my heart sigh and set my soul...aglow~”

Snow White blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes meeting Baloo's with a shy smile. “Oh, that's very pretty, sir. Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare,” she said.

Baloo winked, his grin widening. “Of course not. That's pure von Bruinwald, baby. Right off the cuff, yeah. I got a million of 'em.” He adjusted his pilot cap and casually scratched himself.

Snow White’s smile faded as she sat on a log, her shoulders slumping. “Oh, no more, please. I am really in a great deal of trouble.”

Baloo, sensing her distress, plopped down next to her with a reassuring pat on her shoulder. “Trouble? Helping beautiful dames—uh, damsels—in distress is my specialty. Now what's the hang-up, your ladyship?” He asked, scooting closer, cocking his head to the side, and smiling, hoping to meet her gaze.

“Well, it is most important that I get back to my team. I got separated and lost in this forest. So, if you would be just so kind and help me find my way back to them?” Snow White explained, her voice tinged with worry.

“Help you find the way? Oh, perish the thought!” Baloo declared with a grand gesture. He pulled her close as he gestured to the sky with his other arm. “We shall fly back to your team on a magic carpet, side by side, with the stars as our guide. Just we two,” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Snow White's eyes widened in surprise. “A magic carpet?”

Baloo chuckled and stood up, offering his paw to her. “Well, not exactly a magic carpet. More like... a magic plane. Come on, I'll show you.”

Snow White took his paw, curiosity replacing her worry. Baloo led her through the forest until they reached a clearing where his trusty plane, the Sea Duck, was parked. The plane's gleaming hull and powerful engines gave it an almost magical aura.

“Your chariot awaits, milady,” Baloo said with a flourish, opening the door for her.

Snow White giggled, the worry in her eyes fading as she climbed into the plane. With a confident nod, Baloo joined her in the cockpit, and soon they were soaring into the sky, the sunlight breaking through the clouds and lighting their way back to her team.

....

Notes:

I discovered this ship on DeviantArt, and I was like, "Yep, this passes the 'Harkness Test'; I'm down."

Ship belongs to ManKambo on DA.

I love that Disney Mirrorverse used a combination of Baloo from The Jungle Book and his TaleSpin counterpart because we honestly get the best of both worlds! I adore Baloo's laid-back, fun-loving personality and beatnik mannerisms—traits he inherited from his voice actor Phil Harris, who also voiced Thomas O'Malley from The Aristocats and Little John from Robin Hood. Overall, I think Snow White and Baloo's personalities mesh really well together; they are definitely an O'Malley and Duchess type couple.

And yes, "boppa" and "dooba" are real examples of jazz scat words—I checked. I didn't want to use Thomas O'Malley's full name for Baloo, so I decided he could scat instead.

Anyway, I tried to capture the Thomas O'Malley meets Duchess scenes from The Aristocats for the mini-fic I wrote. You can check out the scenes I linked below and let me know how I did.

LINK 1 - The Aristocats: Thomas O'Malley (YT video).

LINK 2 - The Aristocats (1970) - Thomas O'Malley Meets Dutches & Kittens (YT video).

Ship names: SnowBear/Snowloo

🚫IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS SHIP, PLEASE DON'T COMMENT OR REBLOG 🚫🚫 PLEASE DON'T STEAL OR REPOST MY EDITS 🚫

[eksentrismi]

I MIGHT GO TO A FINNISH ELECTRONICS MUSEUM NEXT FRIDAY ON MY BIRTHDAY (May 17th), LET'S GOOOOOOO, I'M SO EXCITED!!! <333 💕💕❤️❤️😭

If I get there, I'll make sure to take some cool photos of old tech <333 Ough, I can't wait to see..... all the CRT monitors and computers there.......

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

[Video:

The camera pans across various pieces of equipment, getting close-up shots of their model numbers where such can be found.

“Hey Thea,” Aronia asks from somewhere offscreen, “how are you planning to get all of this out of here?”

“Moving company?” Anthea replies.

“You’re gonna call a moving company and tell them you need them to come to a secret island inaccessible by land to take all the equipment from a defunct Plasma lab?”

“Eheheh. No, I am sure Concordia knows someone who can help. She is very good at knowing a guy. Or if that fails, we can ask N to talk a wild Gurdurr colony into helping.”

“...I always forget that you can just…do that.”

“Get help from wild Pokémon?”

“No…ask Lord N for things like it isn’t even a big deal.”

Anthea sighs. “He does not bite, Ronie.” 

“I know, but–”

There is a loud, abrupt screech like metal scraping against something. All conversation cuts off abruptly, and the camera swings up towards the direction of the noise. 

“...Probably a wild Pokémon–” Aronia mutters, voice strained.

“Cartwright–”

The video cuts off.]

[misszura]

Belch Huggins

I don’t know, here is a kindergarten Belch story, enjoy.

Reginald Huggins has always been nice.

Deeply and sincerely kind.

As a child, he was polite, he helped his mom, he shared his toys in kindergarten and never fought. His teachers described him as calm and quiet, and they all had fond memories of him, although they would surely have been surprised at what he had become once in high school.

All except George Ellis.

George Ellis was a substitute kindergarten teacher in 1977, when Reginald was 6, and he was terrified of this child. So terrified that he ended up quitting teaching and becoming a florist.

But don’t get me wrong. Reginald had been perfectly polite to him. He had welcomed him, in a shy voice, before returning to play. George had seen him share his toys, and even though he was a little aloof, the other children liked him.

George had immediately noticed that the boy was taller and wider than the others, not fat, just bigger. As if the other kids were further away when they were next to him, but he also noticed that he wasn't using his superior strength to get what he wanted.

He had witnessed cordial exchanges between the child and the other students in his class, he had seen Reginald accept refusals in a moderate way without throwing any tantrum, a common thing for a five-year-old or so child, and if it wasn’t for that famous event of February 1977, George Ellis would have told you that Reginald was an angel.

In January 1977, a Lilian Griffith had entered the kindergarten class for which George was responsible during his colleague's maternity leave.

George had never believed there were bullies in kindergarten. For him, bullies were born with adolescence and the insecurities that this period of life created.

As a gay man -without being out he had a behavior that disturbed the others- he had been bullied by several bullies during his adolescence, and they had always had the same profile: boys, often middle class and always badly in their skin.

That's why he refused to believe it when Lilian Griffith entered the classroom. This almost five-year-old little girl didn't look like a troublemaker. A petite blonde, with a big, innocent smile.

“Now that I mention it,” he said when he told the story one night in a bar, “Lilian Griffith, if you merge him, it makes Lilith, like that demon. It must have been an omen…” he then finished his pint and ordered another.

It had started slowly. At first she had begun by laying down her law. Rallying the children to his side by promising them things. Then she had decided that it was necessary to put aside those who did not want to be on her side. Finally, as soon as a child upset her, she hit him. Sometimes she hit them for no reason. George had watched her without knowing what to do, he had seen Lilian kicking little Rony Gibson, who hadn't asked for anything. He had seen Lilian create a dictatorship in kindergarten, until it all ended.

You could wonder what is the link between the little dictator Lilian and the terror inspired by Reginald, called Belch nowday, Huggins to George Ellis.

Reginald never sided with Lilian, he never left anyone out, and the other students refused to be mean to him. That's why she started picking on him. George was afraid that if Reginald retaliated to the blows the little one gave him, she would end up hurting herself. Lilian snatched the toys from Reginald's hands, but he simply replied "yes, we must share" and went to take other toys. When she kicked him, he simply moved away a little further. One day she took his favorite red truck and broke it. Reginald just picked up the pieces saying his daddy could fix it. George was impressed with Reginald's reaction and thought a lot of people should take a cue from him.

Over time, Lilian had created a real army and no one knew how to fix the problem. She acted behind adults' backs and always denied the facts, she took revenge on children who reported what she was doing and often attacked children who did nothing wrong. She terrorized kindergarten. She was a real bully.

One day, while supervising recess and watching the children have fun sharing the pedal cars available to them, George witnessed a terrifying scene. He noticed the young -little would have been incorrect- boy, sitting at the wheel of one of the cars, pedaling as fast as possible. George didn't think one of those toys could go that fast. He watched, helpless, as the car passed in front of him and violently crashed into Lilian, crushing the little girl against the wall of the courtyard. George was certain that if he had been closer that day, he would have heard the girl's bones shatter on impact. He rushed over to her and waited for what seemed like hours before he finally saw her take a deep breath. The children were guided inside and an ambulance was called.

When George finally got the chance to do it, he asked Reginald what made him do it.

“I solved the school problem. »

That's all the boy answered. Not a trace of fear or remorse in his eyes, still his calm expression. He had seen a problem and fixed it before returning to play with his comrades. George had been forced to see that the school was much better off without this girl, but he knew he could never forget the blank stare of the boy who had "just fixed the problem". A blank stare after an attempted murder.

Reginald Huggins was an angel. He had his own way of solving problems.

Later, five or six years later, he had tried to fix the school problem again by becoming friends with the college terror.

[mourinhomerchant]

"This is Roni," he said, holding up a gray tabby cat which looked rather displeased with the sudden disruption of its sleep.

"This is Roni," he said, holding up a gray tabby cat which looked rather displeased with the sudden disruption of its sleep.

Reece gushed at the sight of the grumpy feline. "Oh my god, he's adorable! It's nice to meet you Ronnie."

Misha cringed at the mispronunciation of the name, but didn't remark for fear of Reece getting upset with him. "He always attack your flowers, so I keep them on the high shelf." Misha motioned upwards, and Reece's eyes moved up to look at a row of all the bouquets he'd ever gifted the Ukranian, the oldest already looking worse for wear.

"You...keep all of them?" Reece asked, in awe, "I recognize every single bouquet up there."

"Of course I keep," Misha replied, shrugging his shoulders, "Why would I throw away anything you gave me?"

[ronidrakaina]

Chapter 4 "unlikely alliances" of my RoP Fanfic is now out on AO3! "Thorough Search for the Nine Rings" by Roni Drakaina. This lovely piece of fanart was done by my artist mother, on her journey to learn digital art 🩵 pssst there's more Adar in this chapter. But she's still into Sauron too, it's just getting a little shippy and poly everywhere...

Adar’s gaze held steady, careful to keep her budding trust unharmed. “I just recalled my children.” he replied calmly. “The power of these rings - stirs within me a hope I thought long dead.” his eyes glinting with the wisdom of one who had seen the birth and death of countless ages. “I thought it was allowed to exist only in the west, beyond the sundering seas. Times have changed greatly indeed if the Gods allow us to wield it here in Middle Earth, or perhaps they have truly left us completely to our own fates. Perhaps with it, this land could flourish once again.” he appeared almost handsome with his scars erased, his pain at least temporarily dulled by the bliss bestowed upon him by the ring. His hair was dark and lush, his skin soft and fair, a faint warmth lacing in his once-hardened gaze.

And as she looked upon him, something flickered within her heart, a memory, a recognition—but from where?

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

WIP Wednesday - 9/25

Aw man, the Din's Temple arc is heating things up over here on the Zelink nonsense in MoaH. Here's a sneak peak for this Friday's chapter.

          “Isn’t Din’s Temple in the caldera of Death Mountain?”           With a hissing sigh, Saddiqah nodded. “It is. Sits up on the crown. I’m wondering what Ms. Keating has in store for that.”           Link tried to laugh, but he knew before Saddiqah even turned back to look at him that it had been hollow. Saddiqah nudged him on the shoulder. “Ah, come on, Sayre. You shot too high. It happens.”           “Right,” Link replied, still finding something more interesting in the rocks around them.           “Even the best of us,” Saddiqah went on, resting a hand on her chest. “You remember that Hylian rat. Spent months on him, nothing.”           That did make Link laugh, though cautiously at the memory. Saddiqah had been pretty bent on him. It seemed Marela had soothed that particular part of the story. “I remember, yeah.”           “And you’ve missed before. With that, uh, Zora…what was his name?” Saddiqah added, to which Link rolled his eyes. That was at least long enough away for him to laugh at. “And of course Roni.”           “Don’t bring up Roni,” Link answered with a significant groan even as his mood started to lift.

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