#she reminds me of my little cousins so I will always draw her looking her best and living her best life

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One or two people pointed out that I drew Valerie a little different than the boys in my last post and I think that’s so funny. It wasn’t intentional but I see it too lmao

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LONG TIME

Rafe x Virgin readers

synopsis: When you develop strong feelings for Rafe and he rejects you decide to take you in hand but the Cameron is not of the same opinion

[English is not my native language.❗️❗️]

tw: smut, jealousy, insult, fingering, sex . ______________________________________

You cried, you knew that love was unreciprocal. Yet you had hoped so hard that you were wrong.

You’ve known Rafe since you were little, you grew up with him and despite that, you’re two totally opposite people.

Rafe was the type to be open to others, he flirted, slept with girls and you were his opposite.

You only talked to Rafe, Topper and Kelce. You didn’t hit on each other, and when someone did, you didn’t know how to react.

Rafe told you his experiences and you were a little jealous of them girls.

You loved him since you were in elementary school, you weren’t good at expressing your actuons properly with him, but everyone suspected you were in love with him. And of course it was always him who denied.

When one night he came to your house, you let him in. Rafe settled in your bed and you joined him.

you put your head on his chest and said nothing, he started playing with your hair. He always did it when he was upset or sad.

"Why is he like that with me?" to ask, his voice was no louder than a whisper but, you could hear his sadness through her. you looked up and met his eyes, you couldn’t decipher how he felt. You looked down. I don’t know, Rafey, but he’s your dad, he’d do anything for you... You know that?".

Rafe heaves a heavy sigh and without warning you, he grabs your arms and draws your head to his. you get carried away and don’t move, you like to feel serenity with him. "I love you Rafe." you say calmly. I love you too Y/N" he answers.

"No, I really love you, Rafe."

Rafe’s breath is taking a few seconds before you realize what you just said.

You get up from Rafe and don’t dare look at him. You promised yourself never to tell him for fear of breaking your friendship. You just ruined everything.

"What did you just say?" Rafe asks you, you clear your throat and start playing with your hands. 

"I love you, Rafe… more than just a friend…" You hear his swear before he getting up.

He starts pacing in your room, putting his hand in his hair. "You can’t do that to me, you know, I hope?"

"I didn’t choose that Rafe…" "Fuck Y/N you’re the last person I want to go out with!" your ego takes a hit. You knew he didn’t like you, but not that much.

You say nothing and lower your head, you feel the tears pouring down your cheeks. You hear the door slammed severely and when you raise your head, there is no one.

You burst into tears like a child, it was your first sorrow of love and in addition it was bad.

you got up to take all the things that remind you of its existence and you all threw away, photo, clothes everything.

but you felt even worse when you saw a picture of yourself and him in a photo booth, you remember you were on his lap because of the small space, you kissed his cheek for one of the photos and he ran his head in his neck for another.

You felt bad and guilty.

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The days that followed you avoided the boys, too embarrassed. You knew Rafe must have told them about, your altercation with him.

And you weren’t happy when you saw your cousin Ariana in your room on a Sunday morning with more than ten suitcases.

She was beautiful, much more than you and that, you don’t know if you could bear it.

You decided to spend your vacation in your bed feeling down but with Ariana around, and her melanin raising her tan had to be flawless.

It wasn’t a problem until she decided your huge garden wasn’t well placed to sunbathe, so she took you back to the beach for your greatest misfortune.

You who never liked to show your body you had come straight to hell.

Doing all of his things that you weren’t used to did only annoy you even more.

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You were reading your novel when she came into your room excited, you asked Sarah to take care of her if she just had a day that couldn’t take it anymore.

She throws a bag at you from a shop you didn’t know. You raise an eyebrow and she explains:

"We’re going out tonight to take a shower and put on what I bought you, I’ll fuck you and smooth your hair by what you look like Mrs Crumble in Daybreak."

 she raising her top to expose her chest smaller than yours, you would love to have hers, you no longer tell the story of how many times Rafe fought what weird guys looked at your breast for too long.

"I don’t want to" you say when you put the bag on the floor." I don’t give a shit you get up, if I get attacked it’ll be because you’re not there, you got thirty minutes." She’s going to your bathroom, so you have to use the shared bathroom.

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"Stop fidgeting," Ariana says, "I let you straighten my hair, put on my makeup, and now you make me wear a dress like this?" what?" said she offended." I chose it for you!"

The dress that Ariana had chosen for you was white, it was transparent at the level of your breasts and had a small slit on the side, it was not even halfway to your thighs it was short and the hips that you did not really help. So yes, you didn’t like that dress.

Ariana gently grabs your hand and you look at her "I swear to God, if anyone makes a comment about your body or your dress I’ll kill it, okay?"

She gave you a sincere smile and you just smiled back.

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You had arrived with Ariana at the party, you didn’t know where she was until you realized it was at Topper’s! your heart thought it exploded when you walked through the door.

Ariana wanted to drink, so when she started wanting to take you to drinks you refused, why? by the fact that the landmark of the three kooks was near the drinking table, it is there that we find the most beautiful girls.

You were waiting on your phone in a corner of the house for Ariana to come back when someone shoved you, you do not raise your head to make you small but the person recognized you. Y/N it’s you? damn it!" you raise your head and see Kelce.

"Hey, Kelce, it’s been a long time." You say embarrass. "A little while ago!" He laughs and puts his arm on your shoulders, you try to get rid of his grip without him realizing it but without result.

"Guys guess who I found!" he said cheerfully drawing attention to you.

You turn the rete and look one by one at the people sitting, your eyes meet those of Rafe but it quickly breaks the contact to detail you, it blocks on your breasts little veiled. You barely have the temos to readjust your glasses as Topper jumps at you.

He squeezes you so hard that if he continues he will crush you "We ghoster it was not cool," he said while letting you go. You apologize and notice a new figure arrived

a girl a little taller than you with short hair and a beautiful chest with beautiful hips, quite the opposite of you.

She says hello to no one and goes to sit on the rafe legs, he approaches his head from his ear and whispers something to her. She laughs and kisses him. Your belly turns and you feel your heart being destroyed little by little.

"Y/N I’ve been looking for you for ten minutes, if you don’t move your ass, I swear you’re sleeping on the floor tonight!" said Ariana, joining you.

You wave at everyone and Ariana walks beside you, you take her red cup and the wood in dry ass, she looks at you shocked. "Tonight we better have fun" you demand from Ariana.

She smiles at you and takes you to the dance floor.

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It must be at least three hours since you got here, you stopped counting how many drinks you drank from the fifth, you’re still dancing alone this time by what Ariana, found a fool by the pool leaving you alone.

you make sensual movements alone when hands land on your hips you do not remove them and continue to stick tight with a stranger.

Suddenly he grabs your hand and tries to drag you, you follow him until you realize he’s trying to take you upstairs, where all the rooms are. You struggle but nothing does it is much stronger than you.

You tell him you don’t want to but he always holds your hands firmly until your is called away, the person calling you uses a firm tone and you turn your head to come face to face with Rafe.

The guy stops and Rafe raises an eyebrow, you barely stand up and your glasses are badly put on, your right breasts and has two fingers out of your cleavage and your glasses are badly put on.  Rafe has to admit it if he could, he’ll fuck you doggy-style in front of everyone to show who you belong to.

Rafe casts an evil glance at the stranger who peews the escape as fast as he can, leaving you in front of Rafe playing with your hands.

You smile at the frog you just made with your hands.

You raise your head and Rafe has her eyes on you, his eyes filled with lust compared to yours which are as innocent as a doe. you put your hands in front of his face "look I made a frog" you smile and he grabs your hand and takes you upstairs.

you do not dispute and follow him like a nice girl, he opens a room to the nose and once inside, he attacks your lips by kissing them aggresively, Rafe hungry, hungry for you. And when your body accidentally sticks to yours. Rafe wants to fuck you.

He pushes you on the bed, you fall on your back, he takes off his teeshirt." If you don’t stop staring at me with his eyes I swear I’ll make you come so much that everyone will hear you scream my name, darling."

You accidentally bite your lower lip, grab on the bed and start to approach you, you step back and your back finds the head of the bed. Rafe laughs before catching your thighs firmly. He gets in between and starts lifting ra dress, his cock becomes painful when he sees your purple panties

He starts kissing your belly and then comes down slowly, he kisses your thighs and gets closer and closer to your pussy you moan so hard while he hasn’t even started.

he starts kissing your pussy through your panties, he can swear he can feel you dripping. "Rafe.." You moan " Yes ma'am?" "Please, touch me." You managed to ask. Rafe takes off your panties and his tongue starts sucking your clitoris, you moan so hard just for that, if rafe gives you his cock you’ll scream?

Rafe passes his tongue between your soaked folds, your taste on his tongue, he will become addicted! he sucks your clitoris when he pushes a finger inside you. You scream his name, so if he starts to move his fingers in you, he remembers you’re a virgin.

His dick wants you, you want it too you just don’t say it. You feel your orgasm coming when rafe withdraws, you frown and he starts to take off his shorts and then, his shorts. You look with amazement at his huge cock, he took it in hand and jerked it off

"It’s never going to come home, Rafe!" you say with fear. "It’s going to come home trust me." He starts rubbing it against your folds and sinks his pin inside you, you moan. Your moan gives him the strength to push violently inside you. You scream and your hands cling to the sheets. He starts slowly he leans over you and you drop the sheets and grab his biceps. "You’re so fucking tight!" He’s groaning in your ear, his kidney squeals other times quiet and slow is accelerating, he’s getting more violent and you’re screaming in pain. Rafe please stop! you’re hurting me!" You yell Rafe continues her violent push " wrap your legs around my waist, it will hurt less! "

you listen to his advice and the pain subsides but he continues to plow you, he insults you with all the names "You take so well my dick bitch!" if I take myself away from you is what you will put me under for my dick like the bitch you are!"

you stick your head in his neck, his push is hard to take and when he hits you 85% and in your G-spot. Your orgasm comes and you scream are name- It’s not like you did it all the time or he destroyed you- He doesn’t stop his thrusts are orgasm is not far last you but the tears rise you, he is too hard and his hard to bear.

when he finally ejaculates in you , he screams your name. he takes off from you and your pussy feels alone, comle if it had just lost life . Rafe grabs his phone and positions it above you, you ask him what he is doing and he simply answers you: "You are the most beautiful thing I have seen at the moment does not ruin everything. he said while kissing you.

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the next morning you wake up in the same room as the day before, this time alone. You take your things and start walking out of the room as calmly as possible so you don’t wake up. "Y/N you don’t have breakfast with us?" You jump and turn the rete to notice Rafe, Kelce and Topper were watching you. Kelce and Topper show a smirk.

"Should I go home sorry guys next time maybe?" Rafe gets up and walks up to you he bends over and captures your lips in a quick kiss "I’ll get dressed and walk you home" he begins to climb the stairs leaving you with the two acolytes.

"Since the time of course you can tell us how it was? " said kelce bringing you the seat next to him. you limp and sit next to them "He didn’t go there with soft hands says Topper"

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[zablife]

A Visit From Jack

Jack Nelson x OC (Eva Nelson)

A/N: Visits from the dead requested by @evita-shelby. OC belongs to her. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Warnings: drinking, supernatural phenomenon, divergence from canon Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

“Here we are again," Jack remarked, wandering about the drawing room of Arrow House to inspect the gaudy paintings and overstuffed furniture with obvious displeasure.

Eva turned away from the bar slowly, jaw clenched despite the dark look of exhaustion in her eyes. “I didn’t ask you to come,” she reminded him as she took a sip of her drink.

Clicking his tongue in rebuke, Jack shook his head at her. “You should never have started drinking again, Evie. Losin’ your looks.” The insult fell flat as she observed the melancholy in his voice, evidence of the pain he still carried.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” she stated, fingers unconsciously ghosting over the heart locket he’d gifted her years ago.

A mirthless chuckle echoed over her shoulder, his only attempt at denial. “Don't remember, doll?"

"You won't let me forget," she bit back, swallowing harshly.

"Ten years," he reminisced, gliding his index finger along her spine.

Eva shivered, feeling the chill rush throughout her body. "And I was loyal to you every day," she recounted, cutting her eyes at him sharply.

"All but one," Jack corrected. "The day Michael shot..."

"Do we have to relive it every time you visit?" Eva interrupted impatiently, refilling her glass. "Please, I’m tired of this, Jack."

She wavered momentarily, feeling the force of his heartbeat rocking her where she stood, a potent reminder of the connection they'd once shared. As she attempted to raise the bottle of tequila, an icy hand stopped her.

"Thought I told you to stop,” Jack warned in a low growl. "You're killing yourself," he whispered more tenderly into her ear.

With a toss of her shoulder Eva attempted to banish his touch. "You don't know a damn thing!"

"I know this is no way to go," he countered.

Eva released the bottle and suddenly felt the hand around her relinquish it's hold. Searching the room for her beloved, she whispered, "I’m sorry for what happened...I hoped he'd be more cautious with his lies and his truths."

"Truth from the devil of Small Heath?" Jack retorted.

"You'll always blame me, but he'd already laid his curses," she tried to justify. "He knew..."

"Knew what?" Jack asked, though he was certain of the answer.

"That no one was listening," she gulped.

"A godless man who took matters into his own hands. You should've known he would let his cousin kill me before doing business with me," Jack nodded in understanding but not acceptance, the vision of him fading from sight as he'd done on so many occasions before.

"No, don't go!" Eva shouted into the empty room, slumping against the wall for support. It was the same every year on their anniversary, to be visited by the ghost of her husband. The torture of it, driving her to ruin. And though Tommy Shelby had offered her solace in his exquisite mansion and his waiting arms, she would never forgive herself for Jack's murder.

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The Witches Vow: Chapter Two

 Summary: A witch's vow is dangerous, and not to be taken lightly. Not even death can break a witch's vow, if the witch cannot make good on their vow their soul will never find peace. I knew this, but when Taehyung, my dearest friend, is sold to a man with evil in his soul, I make a frantic witch's vow to find him. Little did I know that when I finally got reunited with Taehyung, it would only be the start of it all. 

  Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x Fem!WitchReader 

  Themes: Found Family, Poly Relationship, Hurt and Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Hybrid AU, Fantasy, Supernatural, Magic 

  Warnings: Hurt, Angst, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Injury and Hurt, Witchcraft and magic, hybrids being pets, eventual smut,

  Rating: 18+ 

  Characters: 

Jin: Amur Leopard 

Yoongi: Black Tiger 

Hoseok: Lynx 

Namjoon: Arctic Wolf 

Jimin: Arctic Fox 

Taehyung: Snow Leopard 

Jungkook: Red Fox 

Ryoko: Reader/Witch

Chapter One

 

 “You need to sit down, Nakiya knows what she is doing,” Aera said softly, patting the spot on the couch beside her. I looked back towards the spare bedroom door, my lip caught between my bottom lip before I caved and moved to sit beside her. My leg bounced as my anxiety coursed through my body. I so badly wanted to be in the room but Nakiya had not so kindly kicked me out after demanding she be more gentle with him after he winced in his sleep. That had been hours ago and I hadn’t given us an update since, though Aera kept kindly reminding me that no news was good. 

   “So what are we going to do about the others?” Aera asked, drawing my attention away from the door. Taking a few deep breaths, I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. This has been something I have been thinking about since Taehyung showed up. We had always planned on saving them all, now it's just a matter of learning to track them down again. 

   “I am not sure yet. I was hoping Tae could shine some light on a few things.” I explained, rubbing my brows softly. “If we can just learn more about David, if he works alone, what all he has for protection, we can form a better plan.” 

  “He has help, a stepdaughter named Jessa. She seems to be like us, a hybrid but forced into it.” A deep voice said from the doorway. Instantly, I was on my feet, my eyes flickering over. Nakiya had gotten him into sweatpants that hung low on his waist, his chest and all its scars on display. “She was kind. She didn’t hurt us and would sneak us extra food but she isn’t the only one. He has a few men that work with him, to keep us in line.” His eyes never left mine as he spoke. 

   “Tae…”

  “I saw you. In the barn. I thought…” He shakes his head, grunting as I throw my arms around his neck. “It was you.”

   “I’ve been searching for you,” I said quickly, my words blending a bit as I tried to fill him in. “I’ve never stopped and more than once I got close but he had moved you hours before we arrived. We only just figured out about the alarm he had in place.” 

   “We?” He says slowly, his gaze flickering behind me to Aera for the first time. 

  “Yes! My friends have been helping. This is my cousin Aera, you remember my uncle and his husband? Yeah, they adopted Aera about two years after you left. Aera and I are very close. Then there is Nakiya, a doctor for all species and you have met her already. Then there are the twins, Lilith and Raven, Nephelam, angel and demon hybrids. And lastly, there is Analia, she’s our lawyer friend and has already dealt with your ownership, you are under my care now. She’s also has the paperwork for the others all done up for when I find them.” 

    “You managed to convince all of them to help you look for me?” He said in disbelief, his eyes widening as Aera chuckled and nodded. 

   “She was very convincing, plus it helps that none of us agreed with what was happening. She told us about her visions, the ones that showed her you. We were so quick to agree to help, not only for your sake but for the sake of the others. No living creature deserves what you have been through.” 

   “You’re fae?” Tae asked, his eyes slowly moving to the delicately pointed ears. 

   “Fire fae, and I acted as the protection. Needed it a few times since he didn’t live in the best places.” 

   “You should sit,” I said softly, leading Tae to the couch and sitting beside him, smiling as his tail wrapped around my waist. “I missed you so much kitty.” 

  “I am so sorry Ry. I thought you had forgotten all about me and the vow.” Tae whispered, smiling as I wrapped my arms around him from the side. 

   “It’s okay kitty, I would have thought the same thing.” 

  “He kept telling me that you were searching for me, but I felt like he was trying to build up my hope only to break it. I kept thinking, there was no way you could care about a hybrid you hadn’t seen in years.” He blushed as I kissed his cheek, my hand carefully playing with his hair. 

  “Don’t apologize Tae, please. I understand why you thought I wasn’t coming and why you kept thinking I wasn’t going to find you. He kept you in an abused headspace, abuse can really and truly mess with your head.”

   “You never gave up.” 

   “No, I never gave up,” I promised, kissing his cheek. 

   “Tae what else can you tell us?” 

  “Well Jessa is a baby black bear hybrid, he tested on her as a child and her hybrid form never developed past that baby phase. She’s the only hybrid or supernatural creature on his team. There was a witch he paid to put on the charms but he claims she was getting too expensive. That’s why he got rid of me. He was hoping I would be enough to stop you from going after him. You won’t though, right? Like you will save the pack?”

   “Of course I will,” I assured him. “We all will. We have rooms already ready for them. You each have a room.”

  “You have rooms for them already?”

   “Tae, we were never going to leave them behind. We always planned on saving all of you.” Aera assured him, smiling softly at him.  

   “Thank you,” Tae said softly, leaning into my side. I smiled, patting his hand softly. 

   “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I asked, starting to move until his tail tugged me down and a small white escaped his lips. 

   “Yes but don’t leave me.” He begged in a whisper. 

   “I will get you some stuff you can eat and water. Don’t drink or eat too quickly, it can make you sick.” Nakiya said sternly from the doorway, coming back after a few minutes with a bowl of soup and a glass of water. Tae mumbled a quiet thank you, peeking over at me. 

  “It’s alright Tae, see.” I took a bite myself, somehow aware that he was worried about the food. Sending me a grateful smile, he dug in, eating slowly as Nakiya advised. 

   “Now I was thinking, Tae said he could see you and I think that’s because David fired the witch. Which makes things easier for us. If he doesn’t have a witch anymore, we can easily track him down. Save the others and bolt.” Aera said slowly, thinking things through as she spoke aloud. 

  “He has four men that he has hired to shoot anything that moves if they arrive outside the agreed-upon client time,” Tae said softly, taking a sip of water. “He sold us for a few hours to make money, we had to do whatever the client wanted. Sometimes sex or they took hunting, other time it was to watch us fight.”

  “When was this time frame?”

   “Seven am to ten pm, weekdays, six am to one am on weekends.” 

  “Did you need to have an appointment?” I asked, leaning against him. 

  “No, you don’t. A lot of them just showed up.” Aera and I shared a wicked-looking grin, the plan falling into place around us. 

   “All we need is one more day. You can perform the spell and I can get the others up to speed. We can have this done by tomorrow.” 

   “Niki will need to stay with Tae, he shouldn’t be home alone. And I will need to place some protection spells around the house.” 

  “I will be coming with you,” Taehyung said sternly, his eyes narrowing as I started to protest. “They are my pack. They won’t trust you if you just go running in, if you want them to come then they will need to see me.” I studied him for a long moment before nodding. 

   “Alright then. But let us do all the fighting.” He reached out, brushing his knuckle against my cheek, the action pulling back memories years had caused me to forget. 

  “Nice try witchy, you don’t have claws.” I couldn’t hold back the snort that escaped me and I carefully nudged his shoulder with mine. 

  “No, but I am cooler. I have magic.” 

  “Yeah yeah.” He playfully grumbled, some of the light returning to his eyes. 

   “I am not losing you again,” I promised, wondering if I could manage a protection spell on him without him finding out about it. 

   “Don’t even think about it. Last time you used a spell on me my hair was neon pink!” 

  “I was five!” 

  “Neon pink.” Was all he said before taking another sip of his soup. 

  “Oh, this is going to be fun.” Aera laughed, grinning at us both. 

The Next Day 

   The drive to the farm was its own kind of torture. None of us had actually slept, minus Taehyung who crashed after his dinner. The girls had arrived not long after that, leaving the six of us to sit in the kitchen, going over everything that could go wrong and making a plan to fix it. In the end, we decided to try allowing Ryder, Analia’s older brother, to help. As a cop, the second he got wind of it he was offering us a small gang of police to go in first, arresting those that they could while handing over the documents that state I am now the proud owner of eight hybrids. Upon hearing about Jessamine, Analia quickly made up documents for her, adding her to my list of hybrids. 

   Upon hearing the plan though, Taehyung had told us he had his doubts, explaining that David wouldn’t hand any of the hybrids over without a fight. He doubted he even knew that Taehyung had survived, having told the driver to kill him once they reached the house. Taehyung had played dead until the driver had touched him, attacking him before running and following my scent to the house. I smelled like coconut and vanilla apparently. Still, we had decided to go with plan A, Plan B allowing the Nephilim twins and Aera to run free on the farm and everyone inside it. The trio were very much hoping for plan B. 

  “Alright, stay here,” Ryder said as we came to a halt, leaning against the window of the van I drove. “We will give the signal if you need to let the death trio run free.”

  “I still don’t understand why we can’t do it our way from the start,” Aera grumbled from beside me. 

  “Pesky thing called the law.” Ryder snorted, patting my hand before he moved to round the corner, leaving all of us sitting and waiting. To have the element of surprise, we had parked out of sight, the police moving in on foot, leaving their squad cars with us. 

  “So what, now we wait?” Taehyung asked as he rested his chin on the back of my seat, his face close to mine as I shrugged. 

  “At least until we get the all-clear,” I said as I stared at the walki-talki left with us. A low grumble left Tae, causing me to lean up and carefully run my fingers through his hair. “Easy kitty, we will save them either way.”

   “Just not the fun way.” Aera sighed, leaning her head against the window. “I so badly wanted to burn him.” I started to respond when a large wolf jumped on the hood of the van. I barely had time to make a sound of surprise before the driver's door was ripped open and I was pulled from the car. I hit the ground hard, the air being knocked from me as I stared up at the face of a very angry Tiger hybrid. 

   “Where is Taehyung.” The tiger demanded at the same time a small, white fox wrapped its teeth around my throat.

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[ninadove]

For any fandom(s): 12, 15, 16, 19, 23! 💌

As always, you spoil me! 💌

12. Compliment someone else in your fandom

GOD I HAVE TOO MANY FRIENDS TO COMPLIMENT

@beezonia comes up with the coolest AUs and designs. I’m always blown away by their Pokémon team compositions — they’re spot on to the point I consider it its own form of character analysis!

@purplecatghostposts is the genius who showed up out of the blue and took us all by surprise with their amazing prose. Soap, reminder that the reference to Copycat in consider the spare legally binds you to pay for my therapy.

@trishacollins is single-handedly remediating to the lack of platonic bedsharing between the cousins and I can’t thank her enough! She’s also one of the chillest and most approachable people I know.

@luckychatons is our favourite entrepunpurr and constantly lifts our mood with the cutest, most joy-filled sketches! Patting her OCs on the back because they sure need it.

@graythegreyt is such an awesome artist you’d almost forget they’re also one hell of a poet who wields mythological references like Odysseus wields his bow. Did you know they wrote me a poem inspired by God Games? I think everyone should know they wrote me a poem inspired by God Games.

@hartwign is a talented translator and draws hair like no one else. Seriously. I want to run my hands through the cousins’ hair and nestle in there forever.

@phieillydinyia is the picture of dedication! Can’t recommend Candle In The Wind enough, it’s a roleswap rewrite of the Miraculous movie that includes the songs. How cool is that. Thank you for your regular comments on my fics, they always make my day!

@alexandriaellisart words cannot express how much I love your depiction of Feligami. Your writing has made me tear up so many times! AND YOUR ART LOOKS SO SOFT AND COLOURFUL. What a double threat!

@faiirygrahamdevanily we need more fics about the Sentiplot as a metaphor for othering experiences and you’re doing God’s… I mean, Duusu’s work with yours!

@bbutterflies did you know your piece for Sentitwin Week is the best characterisation I’ve ever seen of Felix? This is what people mean when they say a picture is worth a thousand words. And of course your Adrino is always brilliant!

@bittersweetresilience not only are you an extraordinary writer, but you’re constantly looking for new ways to express your love. Always GIFing and weaving and canonising tags and making AMVs and running zines… I can’t wait to see what you do next!

And there’s so many more people I’m forgetting! To say nothing of my friends outside the Miraculous bubble! People are amazing!!! 💖

15. The character that always makes you smile

At the end of the day, it’s all about Clive. He’s been my muse for nearly 15 years! 💙🕊️

16 was answered here! 💖

19. Your current fandom(s)

Professor Layton, forever and always. I can’t wait to share my Big Bang fic and the amazing art that I was blessed with! 💙💛

RWBY, even if I’m lurking more than participating… I love love love love RWBY, yet it doesn’t strike my creative and analytical chords the way Miraculous does. Sometimes you just need to let yourself be swept into a story, you know? Although, it did teach me a couple of writing tricks I’ve used for other fandoms!

EPIC! Wisdom Saga coming soon! 🩵🦉 It makes my little mythology nerd heart supremely happy. The music is a banger and you can feel the knowledge and passion of all the people involved in this project. Jorge in particular is always so excited to share his progress, engaging with creators, explaining his musical choices in a fun and pedagogical way… And the lyrics! It’s free real estate for a fanfic author looking for inspiration and/or titles!

I’d love to start Monte-Cristoposting like I’ve been Cyranoposting and Draculaposting, but I’m afraid of spoilers so for now I’m just screaming in your DMs. As you know. I’m also slowly getting into Honkai: Star Rail, and I’d like to pick up Pokémon Black and White again because a N character study would look great on my AO3 resume.

And of course, Miraculous! 💚💜❤️ It’s the most creative I’ve been in years and it’s all thanks to these sad beautiful silly genius kids. Heart emoji, peacock emoji, sob emoji, etc.

23 was answered here!

Thanks for the ask! 🖤🪶

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Birthdays: Thomas Bridgerton

Pairings: Colin + Penelope Bridgerton

Summary: It’s the first birthday of Thomas Bridgerton (Lord Featherington).

In honour of my 24th birthday, here's the Bridgerton family celebrating Thomas's first birthday.

Main Masterlist | Polin Masterlist | Birthdays Masterlist

Penelope was very surprised when she found herself expecting their first child. She was terrified. Ever since Colin had found out about Lady Whistledown, he had spent a lot of time either giving her the cold shoulder or bitter remarks.

She had grown up in a household where her parents hated each other. She refused to let her child grow up the same way.

At Francesca's wedding, she pulled her husband into a side room (quite possibly Anthony's study, she doesn't know) and told him her plan to speak to the Queen.

"Pen..." Colin started.

"No, this is the actions of the consequences I chose," she tells him, making sure to keep a good hold on her husband's hands. "I just hope the Queen accepts me," at Colin's furrowed brow, she finishes her sentence. "I do not know what her conduct is on beheading expectant mothers..."

Colin blinks a few times. "What?

"We..." She cuts herself off. "I am to have a baby."

Colin looks from her face to her stomach and then back to her face. "We are having a baby?"

This time, it was Penelope's face that frowned. "Do you honestly expect me to believe you would suddenly be at my side when I have felt more like a Featherington in my life, despite what it says on our marriage license?"

Colin looks at his wife with heartbreak in his eyes. Christ, he really has done wrong by her. "Pen. I am so unbelievably sorry for how I have treated you this past week," he steps forward and cups her face with one of his now free hands. "I promise you, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

Penelope didn't want to look at him doubtfully, but how could she? She knew she should have told him at some point leading up to the wedding, but such a revelation (ideally) that they needed to be alone.

Colin didn't recognise the doubt shining in her eyes - it was something she had never shown him before. He tilted his head and looked at her confused. He had only seen the look in Eloise, whenever she was doubtful of... his... "Pen, do you doubt me?" Her lips quirked as she shrugged a little. "Oh, Pen," he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. "I swear to you, I will spend the rest of my life making up for the lost time we should have spent together. That I vow to you."

Penelope never expected to have a baby boy. All she wanted was a happy and healthy baby. If she was honest with herself, she was hoping for a little girl.

For years, she has wanted to escape the confines of Featherington House, with the family that once put her down continuously put her down. And now, with the arrival of her baby boy Thomas, she was back in Featherington House.

Penelope held Thomas as she and Colin looked at the walls that had once haunted her. "First things first, the yellow is going," Penelope tells Colin, hiking Thomas higher up her hip.

Colin looked at the walls that reminded him far too much of when he previously courted Pen's cousin. "Of course, my love. What colour would you suggest?"

Penelope looked down at her son, who had a tight grip on one of her locks. "What about green? You mix the Featherington Yellow with the Bridgerton Blue. Ow! Thomas, please do not pull Mama's hair."

Colin moved around the back of his wife and gently eased his son's hand from her hair to one of his fingers. "That would be perfect. I have always thought green looks rather enchanting on you."

"Flirt," Penelope says as she walks to the drawing room - the same drawing room she had always sat at the windowsill watching Bridgerton House. Watching for Colin and Eloise.

"If I can not flirt with my wife, there is something very wrong with society."

Before either of them knew it, they had fully settled into Featherington House, and Thomas's first birthday had arrived.

Penelope had fought, slightly heavily, with her mother about a wet nurse and a governess. But, Penelope was addiment on raising her son herself.

"You had a governess, and you turned out fine," Portia had told her daughter.

"You call the most prolific gossip writer in all of London, fine?" Penelope batted back, and that practically shut the conversation down. Colin had watched from the other side of his wife, in the dark blue Bridgerton drawing room of their former home, with a proud smile on his face. There were still moments where Whistledown shone through.

After Thomas was born, Colin and Penelope settled into her old bedchamber. It was the room Penelope knew (more the fact she didn't like the idea of sleeping in one of her parent's chambers. Thomas slept across the hall in what was Prudence's chamber.

Colin made sure to wake up in the middle of the night to tend to their son - unless he needed feeling, that he had no choice but Penelope up. He couldn't help but find her adorable when she first woke up to feed their son.

Penelope woke up the same way she had since she and Colin officially christened their marriage (and since then, her childhood bed). But with her husband between her legs, watching her as her brought her to completion.

As Penelope caught her breath, they could hear Thomas start to make his upstairs known in his cot. "Do not worry, dearest. I shall see to him."

Penelope watched as Colin got out of their bed, naked as the day he was born, and quickly threw on a robe (so as not to startle poor Rae, again...) so he could go see their son.

Not ten minutes later, Colin walked back in, their son cradled in his arms as Thomas chewed on his toy. Penelope was now sitting up in bed, bringing the bedspread with her, to make sure her breasts were covered.

Thomas let out a squeal of delight once he caught sight of his mama. He moved around in Colin's arms, trying to jostle himself into the arms of Penelope.

"Thomas! Good morning, my darling," Penelope smiled, reaching out to take her son in her arms. Because of this, the bedspread dropped. And in turn, Colin nearly dropped their son. Penelope giggled a little and sat Thomas standing in her lap. "Hello, you," she pressed multiple kisses to his face. "Hello! Hello!"

Colin smiled at his wife, and she smothered their son in kisses. He was grateful he was able to put his grudge with Whistledown to bed and spend the rest of his life with his wife - who had always been Whistledown (he reread her letters, and it was so obvious!). He reached over and started to run the palm of his hand along the back of Thomas's skull.

"Do you know what today is, Thomas?" Penelope asked him. "Do you?"

Thomas didn't know how to talk just yet, but he could understand words brilliantly. Just like his brilliant mother, Colin had once told her (read: flirted).

"It's your first birthday," she tells him. "That means you are this many," Penelope holds out her pointer finger. "You are 1!"

Thomas lets out another coo and holds out his hand, much like Penelope's, with his pointer finger out.

Colin and Penelope gasped. "Yes, you are that many," Colin told his son, leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of his head. He looked up at his wife and pulled away a couple of inches as Penelope rested her cheek on Thomas's head.

"When can we have another?" She asks.

"Do not tempt me, you minx."

"Violet always loves it when her grandchildren stay the night. Why not let him stay the night after the party at Number Five? We would not be far."

Colin let out a noise, which could be classed as somewhat inhumane as he pressed a long kiss to his wife's lips. "You, my gorgeous wife, are a genius."

Violet was bouncing her third grandson, fourth grandchildren, and the current Lord Featherington on her lap as he stared up at her with his big blue eyes - they were so much like Colin's. But that hair... that was all Penelope.

"Violet?" Penelope encroached on her mother-in-law's space, softly sitting on the settee next to her. She looked over at Colin, who (even though he was having a conversation with his brother Anthony) could not take his eyes off his wife.

"Penelope? What is it, my dear?" Violet's eyes bounced back and forth between her son and daughter-in-law.

Penelope took Thomas's hand in hers. "Would you like for Thomas to spend the night tonight?"

Violet gasped, holding her grandson to her chest. "Oh, do you mean it? Truly, Penelope?" The redhead nodded in confirmation. Violet let out a loud, unladylike squeal of joy. "Oh, Penelope! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Colin's eyes bounced between his wife and his mother - and judging by the way his mother was acting, she was more than happy to look after Thomas for the night.

Tonight was the night he would get his wife pregnant for the second time.

[quantomeno]

Layton Christmas Gift Exchange

The person I was given to give a gift to was @alex-r-kingston

The prompts were:

Puzzle family fluff - something warm and cozy

Layclaire

Pick a track from any game’s OST- create what comes to mind

I think I managed to get all three in this.

There are two links to songs in the story. Play them while you read the parts that follow them.

Professor Layton sat by the fireplace, alone. It was Christmas again: a time of reunions and family…

…And love.

Layton looked down at the photograph in his hands. His beloved Claire smiled back at him. With a sigh, he looked out the window and into the snowy night. Despite the warmth of the fire, Layton felt the cold wind of that winter’s day in the streets of London…

“Look,” Claire pulled his sleeve, drawing his attention away from the jewellery store window..

He turned to see she was pointing at a family: the mother and father were each holding a hand of their son as the three of them walked, laughing as the child gaped in awe at all the lights and decorations and toys on display. Claire looked up at him and smiled.

“You know Hershel,” she began. “I’ve often wondered…”

“Yes?”

She laughed and looked away. “Oh, well...” plucking up her courage she looked back into his eyes, a glimmer of curiosity in them. “Would you ever want a child?”

Hershel was taken aback, but he quickly smiled back. “I hadn’t quite thought of it…”

“Well, I think you would make a wonderful father, Hershel,” Claire said. “I could see you with a large family.”

Hershel laughed, embarrassed, but oddly flattered. “Are you sure? You know I was an only child growing up; a large family is something I’m rather… unfamiliar with. I doubt I could manage it.”

“I don’t think that matters, Hershel,” Claire replied. “You are such a calm, patient man. I think you would be wonderful with children. And I’m sure they’d all love hearing your puzzles!” Claire rubbed his arm affectionately and peered up at the massive Christmas tree that stood in the square. The family they had been watching were there too, with the father holding up the son so he could see his reflection in the shiny surface of the baubles. “Isn’t it such a gorgeous tree this year?” Claire sighed.

“You know,” Hershel rubbed his chin. “It reminds me of a puzzle…”

Claire shook her head in mock dismay. “Oh, please Hershel, can’t I enjoy the tree in peace?”

“It’s a clever one.”

With a bright smile on her face, she gazed up into his eyes again. “All right, go on. Tell me.”

Hershel cleared his throat. “Well, it goes like this…”

Layton was jolted from his thoughts by the sound of a knock at the door. He returned the photograph to its place and went to answer it.

There before him stood a young boy ― he shook his head, no, young man ― dressed in blue, arms laden with presents.

“Professor!” Luke smiled. “Merry Christmas!” He squeezed himself through the doorway, but despite his efforts he tripped, a present falling from the pile of precious cargo. Luke’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched it tumble to the ground before it was caught by the Professor, just before it hit the ground.

He chuckled. “And merry Christmas to you too Luke.” He placed the errant gift on the sideboard and took in the stack Luke still carried. “My word, you’re buried beneath those things! Let me help you.”

Luke blushed. “It’s like you always used to say, Professor, ‘a true gentleman never shows up empty handed!’”

“I’m glad to see you’ve been taking my lessons to heart,” Layton said with a smile. “It’s been so long, Luke. How go your studies abroad?”

Luke opened his mouth to reply, but before he could utter a word, a high-pitched cheer came from down the hall. A little girl rushed out and tackled Luke with a hug.

“Cousin Luke!” she cried.

Luke picked her up and spun her around.

“Wow Kat! You’re a big girl now!” He placed her back on the ground and she spun around, showing off her dress.

“I’m not a girl,” she said, sticking her chin up haughtily. “I’m a lady!”

Luke put on a stern face. “Yes, of course.”

“Katrielle, get back here! I haven’t finished your hair.”

Luke turned to the source of the voice. “Flora!”

Flora, focused on chasing the little lady, looked up in surprise. “Luke! The Professor didn’t tell me you were coming.”

Layton smiled as he dragged a curious Katrielle away from the presents. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“It’s a proper reunion,” Flora said. “Dinner’s almost ready by the way.”

Luke’s face dropped and he cast a worried look over to Layton, memories of Flora’s previous culinary experiments flashing through his mind. He hated to think what she might have done to the ham, or worse, the Yorkshire puddings!

“The turkey is coming out in just a few minutes.” An elderly woman, an apron tied around her waist, poked her head out the kitchen door. “And hello to you Master Triton,” she winked at him. Luke sighed in relief: if the preparations were in Rosa’s capable hands, he had nothing to fear.

As the three old friends sat down to share stories, they were interrupted by yet another knock at the door.

“Who could that be now?” Flora asked, peering towards the hall. “Another surprise guest of yours?”

Layton shook his head. “It’s a puzzle to me as well.”

“I’ll get it,” Luke said, jumping up from his seat and racing to the door. From the lounge, Layton and Flora heard his voice as he opened the door.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“Not even a ‘hello’, Luke?” a woman’s voice came down the hall. “I thought the Professor taught you better.”

“Oh, right! Sorry…’ Luke cleared his throat in embarrassment. “Merry Christmas Emmy!”

Having recognised the voice in an instant, Layton was already out of his seat and at the door.

“Emmy! Come in!” he held out a hand for her coat. “What a marvellous surprise. Last I heard you were in the Alps.”

“Nothing gets past the great Professor Layton, does it? My latest assignment with the World Times wrapped up sooner than expected, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to visit. It’s been far too long since we last spoke and isn’t Christmas the perfect time for a reunion?”

“‘One must always show gratitude to one’s teachers’,” Luke recited. “isn’t that right, Professor?”

“Ho ho, indeed Luke.” He smiled. “Go set an extra place at the table for Emmy; there are some people I need to introduce her to.”

“Yes, I got your letter,” Emmy shook her head with a wry smile. “I’m surprised how little it surprises me to hear you’re now a father.”

Rosa had just started to carve the turkey when Emmy rose from her seat with a quizzical look and held a hand out to signal for quiet.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, peering around. “I’m sure I heard…”

This time everyone could hear it: a soft knocking at the door.

Flora looked to Layton who frowned. He went to the front door and pulled it open. There on the front step, was a bespectacled man with hair like a loaf of bread and, behind him, an older, bearded man in a red suit.

Layton blinked.

“Happy Christmas, Hershel,” the man said. “I hope I’m not… intruding…”

“Desmond…” Layton breathed. “I… Well, this is quite unexpected. Please, by all means, come in.” He opened the door wider and motioned him in. “And welcome to you too, Raymond.”

He guided them into the dining room where the others sat, speculating as to who the arrival might be. When they caught sight of the guests, they went silent.

Desmond looked around, taking in the holly and boughs of fir that lined the sideboard, the feast spread out upon the table, the fire crackling gently in the hearth.

“Quite a… domestic scene you have here.”

“Rosa, Flora, Katrielle,” Layton said. “Could you set two more seats for Professor Sycamore and Raymond?”

The three of them scurried out of the room, leaving Luke, Emmy and the Professor with the two new guests.

There was a pause. No one quite knew what to say. Raymond straightened his already pristine jacket. Luke stared down at his shoes. Desmond opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word he found himself in the embrace of his brother.

“I thought I would never see you again,” he said, stepping away slightly to face Desmond properly. Desmond avoided his gaze.

“I was afraid I’d show up here and have the door slammed in my face…” he chuckled drily. “If anything, that would have been easier to accept than a hug. I don’t quite know what to do with myself here.”

“You’re here with family, Desmond,” Layton replied, smiling.

“Come, sit down,” Luke added, motioning to the laden table. “We’ve got plenty of food!”

“And Christmas crackers,” Emmy waved one of them in the air. “I know how much you like bad jokes!”

“I have perfectly good tastes in comedy!” Desmond stuck up his nose and crossed his arms. “You Philistines just don’t appreciate it.”

Everyone laughed. Flora and Rosa returned with chairs, followed by Katrielle carrying a small stack of crockery.

“I see we’re all getting in the spirit of things,” said Rosa. She put the chair down and turned to Layton and Desmond. “Are you going to introduce us properly?”

“Of course,” Layton cleared his throat. “This is my brother, Desmond Sycamore, and his butler Raymond.”

“A pleasure,” Raymond dipped his head.

“And Desmond, these are your nieces: Flora and Katrielle.”

Emmy piped up: “I suppose that makes you Uncle Desmond.”

“Yes, I suppose it does…”

That evening was spent in a blissful glow of good food, laughter and the telling of stories old and new. As Layton caught his breath after a particularly hilarious anecdote, he looked over to the mantelpiece where the phonograph of Claire watched over those gathered. Hershel smiled back at her.

You were right after all, Claire. I only wish you could be here to see this family I have.

He raised a glass to her.

Merry Christmas, my love.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This has to be one of the sweetest and most sentimental things I’ve ever written. But it’s Christmas so that sort of thing is only fitting.

The inspiration for this came largely from the intro to the TV series Babar. I had the vague idea of Christmas dinner with everyone arriving, and tying it in with the moment with Claire at the start was planned too, but then I thought, let’s add in the music aspect of the prompts somehow. I was then reminded of those opening credits and it was exactly the feeling I wanted.

A long while ago, listening to Time Travel, I noticed it is indeed rather more cheerful sounding than, say, Iris. In fact, with the snow falling when Layton removes his hat, it almost feels like a Christmas song, and so, what better song to use for a Christmas story? Particularly one about Layton’s future after Claire.

I also had the music of the picture book minigame in mind for the first half. I felt it captured that gentle, sweet, yet wistful atmosphere. I was toying with using Memories instead, but that’s a little too sad. Luckily, The Picture Book is also from Lost Future, so it all ties together quite nicely.

Also I left out Alfendi but included Katrielle. This is just because I’ve played LMJ but not LBMR. I know very little about Alfendi. Let’s just say Layton adopts him as a teenager and he hasn’t joined the family yet.

[aventvrina]

Author portrait. Get to know the author behind the blog! repost, do not reblog.

Basics.

Name/nickname: Z/Uzi/Uzir all from Uziris Age: 29 Pronouns: She/her Years of writing: 13 on tumblr, 16+ if we count MSN

Reflection.

Why did you pick up writing? - I picked up writing around the same time I picked up drawing. It was just something I kinda always did on instinct, I gotta thank a lot my cousins for putting up with me being my first beta readers. But honestly it was mostly do I could make my own fun with my characters. Do you have any writing routines? - I fear I am a very in the moment writer. I've tried all my life to change it but if I'm not feeling it it's not coming. (Yes, I did suffer a lot writing my thesis how could you tell?) However, when I'm in the mood I only have two options, either I write a thesis and two books in one setting or I write one paragraph that satisfies the urge and call it a day. There's no in between. What's your favorite part about writing? - Character exploration. Love to put to words the gremlin's thoughts and explore the living hell out of everything they do, think, own, feel. Every little detail offers so much, a gesture, a pause, a glance, it's so telling I love it. And well, breaking them in too, I don't mean this in a literal sense, but more so, in putting them in challenges (good or bad) that put to test their foundations and see what comes of it. Let's get that inner development!!

Three things you like about your writing.

One. Oh man this isn't really something I think about? I just kind of go with what comes to mind at the moment. I guess I like the simplicity? I try to go for something that's easy to read through and get the gist mostly cause I know a lot of times my writing can come off weird by trying to put to words what makes sense grammatically in one language for another. Two. I'll be very honest I am coming at a blank here. Maybe the length? I know it's stupid to like lengthy replies but i'm a yapper by nature and I guess that also translates into writing which I don't mind at all. A lot of times I have to slap my wrist over length and erase a few paragraphs cause there's no need to offer that much info for something small, I wish I knew how to be short and concise but alas. Three. How direct it is? I could go and try to double read or rewrite stuff but honestly the less i think about it the better it comes off. So all my replies are first tries. I do sometimes put some previous structure to it so i remember what i wanted to go for but in the end, whatever comes out is what i was telling myself at the moment without thinking too much.

A question for the next person.

Write a question for the next person to answer. Once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer.

When life throws you lemons, and gets you down, does writing become something that you're drawn to as to get you through it, or do you feel like it does the opposite?

This heavily depends, I have used writing and rping to work through bad times before, it helped me as much as it damaged me but then again it's not like i had much choice back then. Nowadays I rather keep it at arms length. As much as I feel that it could help, this is supposed to be a hobby I enjoy, if i come with a spoiled mood to it, it'll ruin the fun. I will look at what I wrote and be reminded of what I was going through rather than whether I enjoyed it or not. Specially if I'm going through a very rough time, as it has happened before.

Tell me about your favourite roleplay experiences ! what was a thread that you really enjoyed ?

I don't know if anyone here knows what IScribble is but it was one of my first rp spaces where i rped both in writing and drawing. It was genuinely fun, met one of my irl best friends there and we kept rping through MSN with OCs. Despite the obvious cringe plots/ideas and very, very bad english, it was one of the most fun i have ever had rping where we started with two ocs and ended up crafting a whole entire community and lore surrounding them. And of course, ended up with a life-long friend.

Thread wise though, it has to be back on 2017/18 when i was rping in a Firefly themed closed rp group. Since it was closed, all our characters had to personally know each other and their stories merged together on the ship, during one of the events there were huge breakthroughs in a significant character relationship that still lives rent free in my head cause it was completely spontaneous. We had nothing planed except that they were acquainted from a mission before boarding the ship, all else that transpired was just pure back and forward jumping on the characters reactions to each other and it was -chefs kiss- We ended up having a lot of fun before the rp shut down and we all moved on with life (mel from hell if you're out there love ya! sol to my sid & jane to my petra)

New question: When you're in a writing funk what inspires you to write?

Tagged by: @artisaen & @iniziare (smooching you both) Tagging: @liecoris, @shrineofprophecy, @wolfkcst, @pairidaezah & you!!!

[islandtarochips]

🌸 Tell me about your OC(s) - with pictures if you want !Pick some facts you want to share about them & let us gush about them together! Then send to other creators to do the same ✨

I think I’ve done this before. But eh. Wouldn’t mind doing it again! I’ll just give out 5 or less/more facts about each of my OCs! Even my BOCW OC too!

I’ll start off with Tiala Toa!

Secretly have some shark plushies in her barrack. Got it from her little brothers and mostly from Kanoa. Knowing how much she loves them.

Tiala had never dated another guy after what happened to her Ex in High School. For she doesn’t want to feel humiliated again.

She’s the more protective one than her brothers. Even mostly to her little ones. (She only accepted Sami’s Wife. She’s nice.)

She did most of the house/yard work while her little brothers are having a Princess Treatment (that’s how it is here in Samoa/American Samoa) but she doesn’t mind (not to her mom-).

Have her mother’s look and strength from her father.

Kanoa Toa:

Out of ALL of his siblings. He’s the only one who knows how to braid or fix hairs. Very nice style though. His mom and his cousins taught him that.

Single. He’s been single ever since he was BORN. He has his charms but no luck in having a girlfriend. Even during high school no girls wanted him.

It’s funny that he got his Uncle’s (his dad’s brother) funny side. NONE of his parents are funny. So I guessed he would hang out with him most of the time.

Agnes Falagi:

She loves to draw. It’s like a hobby of hers. So she usually keeps a notebook in her pockets in case she gets bored during a mission.

She has photos of her mom and aunty on her phone. And would NEVER delete them no matter how full her phone storage was.

She used to have a pet kitten but it got lost. Never seen them again.

Agnes may have gone to jail ONCE for making illegal fireworks during 4th of July.

Nigel Harrison:

Pranking on everyone most of the time except Tiala. Tried many times but yet she somehow got away with it…

Always facetime to see his little sister after every mission and would smile to see her drawings of him.

Always scared of Price and his boys whenever he meets up with them. Because of his….AHEM. Past work. (Someone help this man. He’s being anxious-)

He mostly got his mother’s attitude of being pissed off with someone.

Him and Soap used to be friends when they first met at Las Almas. But he doesn’t know if they are right now…

Aelan Kalani:

Tiala is her favorite. For she hardly came over to her lab from being injured. She’s annoyed to see Kanoa, Agnes and Nigel for being reckless most of the time. That’s why she put Tiala in her favorite list.

Usually hides in her office to finish her work. But her mom always found her and scolded her for not resting.

She used to punch a Colonel in the face for threatening one of her patients who came in FIRST. (Her mom was proud though)

Always gets a photo by her little cousin to show about her Uncle and Aunty. She truly misses them.

REALLY ignored her grandparents call since they just met her a year ago and found out about her mom. (Asking for money perhaps…)

Alana Kalani:

Has a wine bottle hiding in her drawer for emergency (Mental emergency)

Kept a photo of the WTF team.

Got a mug that says “Best General Mom in the World”. A gift from the WTF.

Actually knows why people kept calling her MILF and Mommy (Agnes and Nigel explained that-)

Usually sends money to her little niece everyday just to spoil her.

Koa (BOCW OC):

Before becoming an asshole. He usually dresses up and has tea parties with his daughter when she’s little.

Actually kept a small photo of her daughter when she’s a baby to remind him of how much he wishes to turn back time.

Whenever he can’t sleep because of the nightmares he has about losing his daughter. He usually trains until he’s tired again.

Koa usually sees his sergeant as his son. He reminded him of his own son as well.

Would tease Adler about his soft side with his kids (Aleks sends some pics about it) but not in public though. For he respected Adler’s personal life.

Ok! There you have it! Thanks for the ask though!

And also, Aleks belongs to @alypink for the BOCW Universe!

[heronoegg]

Bubble Girl being fish-like (fish qualities)?

i wanted to draw art for this ask cause i really like Bubble girl like a lot - sadly i don't have any new art for her :( but i'll still talk about her

YES she is a fishy girl, like i said before "know shes not the fish lady but i wanted to give her fish qualities like glassy eyes and gills kinda, homegirl seems a little boney in the ribs"

the thing about her and the actual fish lady Tsu interned with or workstudy or whatever is that lady actually isn't a fish lady and those ears are fake gjknjknjkthj remember that octopus villain broke one of them cause it was a communicator? - ALSO i did some looking up about Bubble girl for another reason but i found out two things, there was a controversial about her revealing costume and she was supposed to be 16 but they changed it to 21 in her concept art by the person who drew her (i believe? im not very sure )she was wearing a UA Uniform

i got this from this post it talks about Bubble girl facts

one of them ones i actually think is something interesting is - "Her body is also supposed to be translucent like a bubble as illustrated in the original art, but I guess Horikoshi went for an opaque blue skin instead" from that post, might include that by making her a little shiny next time i draw her

ME PERSONALLY i always thought she was like freshly graduated never gave me the actual functioning grown women vibes, she acts childish, she apologized to a yakuza member when she manhandled him to the floor, that's a child your honor

Have some headcanons i have about her

-She can stay 16, we just cover up her chest - shes not as new as Mirio but she hasn't been here longer then Centipeder

-she's such a seasoned fighter Nighteye thought it just a great idea to have her on the team, she makes him laugh and they are genuinely friends.

-He met her one day and she was all frazzled out about not being able to be accepted by a agency cause she woke up late and missed a train and wah wah wah! - he simply told her "tell me a joke and if you can make me laugh you can work for me" - she made him laugh by being a girl failure and shes been on the team ever since.

-It wasn't necessarily about her making him laugh but the fact she was really trying hard when he asked that of her told him everything about her - she started crying when she thought he was never gonna laugh at her attempts at being funny

-Deku reminds Nighteye of Bubble girl alot and that's a small part of why he agreed to let Deku be here

-She skipped a grade at like middle school or something for one reason or another, that's why shes younger then Mirio but graduated from UA as a 3rd year she was younger then all her peers not sure how that works but it did, my cousin skipped a grade so it can happen - and like i said shes a seasoned fighter shes just out of sorts all the time

-She has a crush on Deku - who doesn't lol - she doesn't make it known at first but Deku kinda knew when he was there and didn't say anything cause he 1) didn't know what to say back and 2) he kinda friend-zoned her cause he didn't feel the same, he just met her lol poor thing

-She asked him out and he slowly avoided the question lol danced around it so he could get out of responding cause he didnt know what to say. She thinks about asking him again but she doesn't wanna be weird or push the issue like shes desperate

-Shes very jealous of Mirio being Nighteye's "golden boy" but she and Mirio have a very good friendship going. She has told him this many times thats shes jealous of him, she complains about it sometimes and she complains about it to Mirio "Can you kinda like, give me a chance to show you up?"

-Bubble girl and Mirio know Nighteye so well they be escaping when he's mad about stuff, Mirio will clock out and leave, Bubble girl will clock out and make the jump from the window to leave the building if hes mad

-Bubble girl and Mirio fight alot kinda, like Mirio is never really mad but they like "no you, it's your turn no you!" when neither want to do a task for Nighteye that's kinda weird/strange.

-Bubble girl gets put in the tickle machine more then anyone in this agency and quite honestly she is the only person who gets put in it Mirio once said "it was built for you"

-Centipeder patronizes Bubble girl when she acts like a child, she doesn't know when shes acting like a child she thinks this is her normal behavior and reactions to certain situations but she is a little childish

-When Nighteye gets injured he doesn't die but he retires cause he has a bad heart now and a hole in his chest and a robotic arm and he isn't stupid, Centipeder is the head of the agency it belongs to Nighteye and if he isn't so sure on what to do he asks him but ultimately he's kinda running the show now. He choose her to be his personal sidekick over Lemillion because shes more responsible then him

[irish-urn]

I absolutely LOVED your response, and I agree! thanks for spending time on it <3 what draws me in about dasey is how complex it is, its forbidden love, “if its wrong I don’t want to be right”, the family dynamic, the drama, the suspense! so it’s always a let down when they hype it up so much and then nothing happens lol I want to see how dasey faces this hardship and how they present themselves moving forward. I’m so curious to hear about your after-LWL hc! I wonder how the family would react now that kids and divorce are involved. I know you’re currently writing a series about this so you don’t have to reveal too much, but how would Casey and Derek handle this as young adults? It’s not all unicorns and rainbows when dasey gets together, there’s definitely a storm coming.

LOOK, I didn't understand Taylor Swift's reputation album before I re-discovered Dasey. But now I do understand; and someone please remind me to put "But Daddy, I Love Him" on my kick at the darkness playlist because... Damn. If that isn't them.

Ohhhh Life With Luca!! You're right, I am writing a series about this — I'm actually writing, like, three parts all at once? (*hides face in shame*). The really interesting thing about the LWL world, though, is that Derek and Casey's priorities have shifted. No longer are they majorly concerned with George and Nora's opinions, but instead they're far more worried about Luca, Molly, Kai, and Skyler's opinions. And, maybe it's just me being a bit of a romantic, but I truly believe the only one of those four that would have some trouble with them getting together would be Luca: and that's because he still has a relationship with his dad. So for his mom to move on would be very painful for him to witness; but he's also very obviously fond of Derek. The six of them just really worked as a unit in the movie, and I think everyone can see that.

I strongly believe that Skyler would do everything in her power to see her dad happy; I actually HC that she figures out his feelings for Casey within weeks of them moving into the Guest House. And as for Molly and Kai -- we never see them even mention their dad, except for one instance where Kai says that "Mom and Dad don't let us swear"; and Molly tells Skyler that she wishes they could be "cousins AND sisters" -- so I think they're far more concerned with everyone being happy and them getting the attention they need than any social weirdness.

SO! With all that being said, I'm working on a part of that series where Dasey are together (because we all know that's where we're headed) and there is drama happening in the background. There's a little bit about how George and Nora did not react well -- to quote one part, "…Unfortunately, Nora and George were not handling this new relationship with any sort of grace, and there was no way they were going to take the kids so Derek and Casey could happily fuck themselves into oblivion." -- and I think Nora and George are choosing to view this relationship as a TERRIBLE REBOUND for Casey and both of them are calling Derek and Casey incredibly selfish and have they even thought about the kids?

(This, of course, made both Derek and Casey livid because, uh? George and Nora got engaged before ANY of them had met ANY of the other family; so who's considering who now???? Where they currently stand in that part of the series is that both parties are giving the other the silent treatment.)

I still think Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti would react the same way, no matter the ages. There's a little bit of concern regarding the children, but as soon as they checked in and saw that Derek and Casey are constantly checking in with the children and being as open as they can about the whole thing, I think they would just... be happy for them.

But Simon is struggling. Simon is struggling because he sees these two as his big BIG siblings, and unlike the others where blood only connects half of them, he IS connected by blood to ALL OF THEM. And, y'know, Casey has been with Peter for as long as Simon can remember -- one of his earliest memories is getting to hold baby!Luca. But Casey is so obviously happy and calmer with Derek, and Derek is happy and HOME so Simon can actually SEE him; so he's trying very hard to get on board. He fails a bit, says some things he probably shouldn't, but he's trying really, really, really hard.

I think, if he were a child, it would be easier for him to adapt. With my kick at the darkness series, for instance, he won't bat an eye — he's never going to remember a time when they weren't together, so he'll just... accept it as a part of his weird family. I'm currently playing with a sequel to "sick with sadness" as well, and he's 9/10 in that story; he finds it weird and kind of gross, but with the middle McTuris' help, he adapts quickly too. I got the sense from LWL that Simon loves Derek and Casey a whole bunch; looks up to them and trusts them, much like the younger three looked up to them in LWD. So I think love is going to win.

The fun thing is, I can actually see divorced!Casey caring a lot less about her mother's opinion about her and Derek because Casey has already been through a failed relationship, one where she tried to do the right thing -- I am a strong believer that Derek took off in LWL canon because he and Casey were teetering on the edge of the knife and someone stepped over the line and the other panicked. I suspect Derek is the one that leaned in too close or said something, and Casey FREAKED, and so he took off -- and doing the right thing didn't last. It hasn't stopped her from loving Derek, nor from him loving her. So why should she fight it any longer? She's already hurt the two of them enough; so what if Nora isn't happy? Casey is an adult living on her own, and she's tired of doing only what she's supposed to. She's going to get it right this time -- very much in the same way Nora is determined to get it right this second time too. Gosh, they really are mother and daughter, huh?

(Any other questions? I'm still not sure I really answered this one correctly...)

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I love my little children everyone is so precious -Danny

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Reg can't wait to go home. He's tapping his foot so much that his friend has to hit his knee with her quidditch magazine.

"Stop it! You're driving me mental!" She scowls.

"Sorry," Reggie replies, briefly glancing her way before sinking further into his seat.

"Tsk," Penny shakes her head, resuming her lecture. "You're squirming like there's a niffler in your pants."

Penny and Reg have been friends for a year and a half. They met during their first potions class and have been inseparable since. Penny is a Slytherin, and she reminds him of Mel a lot. She was the only kid who stood up for him when McLaggen started to harass him. 

Penny's a muggle-born, so she didn't understand why everyone was so intimidated by David's last name and had no problem telling him off. She's obsessed with becoming a head girl one day, so she has no patience for arrogant people. Sometimes, when something upsets her—like right now—it's very hard to look her in the eye. She's got the darkest eyes Reg has ever seen. It's scary.

He loves her though, they're similar in many ways. Penny likes to tease him saying that it's the Black blood in him, but she doesn't joke about that often, Reg doesn't find it very funny.

"You know, you have no reason to worry," he says, knowing that's part of her current grumpy mood. "My family will love you more than they love me."

"Tsk," Penny clicks her tongue again and wrinkles her nose. She's not a talkative girl, but she's very straightforward when she talks. "Don't be daft. Your family worships you."

Reg grins. His face is much lovelier when he smiles, or that's what the classmates who have a crush on him always say. "Well, your family worships you too, so you have no right to mock me."

Penny says nothing, but she smiles a little. She was adopted two years prior to finding out she was a witch, and her muggle parents received the news pretty well. Reg's met her parents, and they treat her like she's made of angel dust.

"Don't try to cheer me up by being condescending, that's what I'm saying. I'd appreciate it better if you were honest."

"I'm being honest," he raises a brow. "You underestimate how my mum and sister feel about strangers. But you'll know what I mean once we—"

The door to their compartment opens and Reg's guts tangle as soon as he locks eyes with David McLaggen. The boy is looking at him with a lopsided smirk.

"What?" Reg scowls.

"Just came to drop a dung in its rightful place."

One of his friends drags forward two smaller forms, Reg's blood boils as soon as he spots the kids behind the older Gryffindors.

"Layla!" Penny gasps. "Finn!"

"What did you do to them?" Reg stands up and elbows the older kids out of the way to examine his friends.

"We didn't do anything," David snorts, already walking away. "Ask them—while you're at it tell them to never try something like that again, or next time we won't be so generous."

Penny and Reg carry the second-years inside their compartment. Layla, a second-year Gryffindor, is wet from head to toe and smells like she took a dive inside a dumpster. Finn, second-year Ravenclaw, is also wet, but he's more awake than Layla and he's fuming.

"I'm going to drown you in Granpa's pond as soon as we get there, Layla," he growls, pulling the cloak off his body grumpily.

"What happened?" Reg questions.

"This idiot happened!" Finn points at his cousin in outrage. "Layla tried to get your book back!"

Penny and Reg look at the blonde girl with matching scowls. "I told you to drop it," the boy says.

Layla mumbles something, but she's too out of it. 

Penny scoffs and draws out her wand. "Rennervate!"

Layla sits up gasping, she coughs and gawks when the smell around her hits her nose. "I... ew! Is that the dungbomb?"

"You dropped it when David disarmed you," Finn throws his wet cloak at her. "Leon told you to forget it— and yet you went and did it, you absolute—"

"Can someone tell me the whole story?" Reg huffs, pulling the wet cloak off Layla's head. "You! Start talking!"

Layla coughs again, she holds her nose as she explains. "Your mother gave you that book! He has no right to steal it!"

"It's a stupid book," Reg scolds her. "I can buy another copy, it's not a big deal."

"It's a family heirloom!"

Reg rolls his eyes. "Honestly, Lay, that prat's doing me a favour. I bet Mum was half-hoping I'd lose the book, she's too sentimental to admit they're a waste of space."

"Books aren't a waste of space!" Penny argues. "If you find them inconvenient, I'll ask her if I can take some with me before I leave, you're a spoiled wanker."

Finn flushes at Penny's language, but Reg chortles and pats the girl's arm. "Be my guest."

"I just wanted to help..." Layla mumbles in a nosey voice.

Now that the shock of seeing his friends in trouble is over, Reg softens. "I appreciate it, mate, but you're a lousy dueller, you should leave that stuff to me and Finn."

"Precisely what I said," Finn scoffs, trying to dry his pitch-black hair.

"If I don't practice I'll never learn," Layla disputes.

"When we said you should practice, we meant joining the duelling club, you twat!" Finn responds.

"Stop it, she's learned her lesson," Penny sighs. "Right, Lay?"

The girl glances up at Reg with a guilty expression. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, I appreciate the effort. But a book is really not worth it."

Her bright green eyes fill with relief, and then her expression shifts entirely. She turns to her cousin and hits his arm. "You were supposed to back me up!"

"Ouch! How was I—Stop hitting me! How was I supposed to back you up against a bunch of fourteen-year-olds!"

While Layla and Finn bicker, Reg can't help but think of Emily Flint. He really can't wait to get home.

Mel promised she'd pick up her brother from the train station. Somehow the news spread and now there was a whole army of children around her eager to see their friend after six months apart.

"Mel! Mel!" Elizabeth Flint squealed. "Is it true Reggie's bringing a friend from school?"

"Yeah. You've heard of heard, Penny, haven't you?"

"She's a Slytherin like our dad!" Emily piped in, full of excitement.

"That's right," Mel nodded, adjusting little Lily in her arms. "Kids, has anyone seen Harry?"

"Here!" Harry had their twins held one on each side, both four-year-olds were quite squirmish and he was struggling to keep them steady. "Where's Matty?"

Mel glanced around and spotted her two-year-old son calmly seated on the bench a few feet away from them, holding onto Teddy's hand while the oldest Lupin animatedly talked to Victoire and Dominique.

"The train's coming! Mel! The train's coming!" Elizabeth tried to run forward, but Emily caught her by the back of her jumper.

"Calm down, Lizzy, he'll come to us," she reminded her. 

Mel was almost as excited as Lizzy. Her brother was growing at an alarming speed, and although he was no longer the little kid she used to scold for dipping his hair under the faucet's stream, he still was a young boy, and she wanted to enjoy him before he grew up and away from them.

Once the children started to pour out of the train, Mel spotted the auburn tuft of her brother's fluffy hair surrounded by a couple of children. He was playfully holding Finn Maverick's head while the boy kept elbowing him trying to escape his grip.

Layla Bach was orbiting the two boys trying—and failing—to join the fight. They were purposefully keeping her at a safe distance from their wrestling. She reminded Mel of Neville Longbottom, though definitely way more hyper and extroverted.

Reg then looked up and locked eyes with Mel, his face lighting up when he recognized all the children surrounding her and Harry. He let go of Finn and said goodbye to him and Layla, then grabbed Penny and dragged her all the way to where his family was waiting.

"Reggie!" Elizabeth shouted, escaping Emily and wrapping her arms around Regulus's middle.

In a matter of seconds, Reg disappeared under the weight of nine excited children who were beyond happy to have their friend back. Mel laughed at the scene, even her twins had joined the avalanche, hugging their young uncle and struggling not to topple under the strength of the older kids.

"You must be Penny," Harry spoke.

Mel gave a start, the little girl had been so quiet she'd forgotten Reg had brought her along. Harry remembered how he felt the first time Ron invited him to stay over at his place. She was a muggle-born, and meeting a family of wizards and witches was nerve-wracking.

"Hi!" Mel eyed the girl with loads of interest, after all, this was her brother's best friend.

Penny had dark skin, curly dark hair, beautiful dark eyes and was a head taller than Regulus. She was looking at Mel with reverence, which made her a little anxious.

"It's so nice to meet you," Penny was holding her quidditch magazine tightly against her chest. "Leon has told me loads about you."

"He's told us loads about you too," Mel beamed, nudging Harry. "C'mon, Glasses."

He searched in his pocket and pulled out a bag of sweets. "Merry Christmas, Penny. The kids insisted on giving you this as a way to welcome you to their group."

Victoire pushed through and took the bag of sweets from Harry's hands. "Hi, Penny! We're Reggie's friends, which means we're your friends!"

Penny was eyeing the bag with genuine surprise. A second kid untangled from the group hug. "Hi!" Ted Lupin tripped over his own foot and almost knocked over the bag of sweets from Victoire's hand. "Sorry, Vicky! Hi, I'm Teddy!"

"Hullo," Penny cleared her throat. "You're a lot of kids."

"And these aren't all!" Mel replies happily. "You'll get used to it, Penny."

"Let's go get your trunks," Harry suggested, sensing Penny would need a moment to process all the new faces.

"Wait—Where's mum?" Reg pushed his way out of the hug, picking up Matthew and carrying him like a teddy bear.

"She had lots of work at the Scamander Sanctuary, but she prepped my old room for Penny to sleep in."

Penny blushed when she heard this, staying in Mel Dumbledore's former bedroom was a dream come true.

"But she's going to sleep with me!" Reg asked, sounding bossy.

"She can't sleep with you, she's a guest," Emily scowled. "What kind of host are you?"

Reg snorted, poking the nine-year-old's cheek teasingly. "She can if she wants to! I've got no problem with it. What about you, Pen?"

"I want to sleep in my own bed, though," Penny admitted confidently. "I don't like sharing a bed."

Reg frowned. "Is it because Layla said my feet are smelly? That was one time—"

Mel laughed and pushed the boy forward, interrupting their conversation. "C'mon, children, we should get going."

Harry was already in bed, reading through a file from work. Mel jumped under the sheets and snatched the papers out of his hand.

"Hey!" He tried to take them back. "Give them back here, it's work!"

She hit the top of his head with the file. "What the bloody hell are you doing reading awful things before bed? It's going to give you nightmares!"

The young man chuckled, trying to keep her from hitting him again. "It's alright..."

"It's late," Mel dropped the file and then sat on his lap. "Christmas is in two days. Please, stop thinking about work."

She cupped his cheek, and Harry leaned into her touch, kissing her wrist. "Have I told you lately..." he began, pulling her closer by the waist. "That I love you?"

"Flattery won't work, Glasses," she grinned. "You're almost thirty, you should know better."

Harry rolled over and pulled her close under him. "I'm just asking a question!" He leaned in and kissed her neck. "You still look after me... and I love you for it," he kissed her cheek. "And you look after our kids, and spoil the rest," he smirked. "We'll need a bigger car if you keep taking them everywhere."

"I can't say no to them, I love them so much," Mel pouted. "And someday they'll grow up, won't be as adorable—and they only like to come when Reg is here."

Harry lifted himself up to look at her. "I'm glad they all welcomed Penny so easily, she's a nice girl."

"She is," Mel held his face, she kept stroking his beard lovingly. "And his other friends look really nice too. I'm glad Reg's got good mates, I was so worried when he sent that letter about McLaggen, Uncle Lu said that he's constantly harassing him..."

"Reg's a natural leader," Harry shrugged, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "McLaggen's a prat just like his uncle, he probably sees your brother as a threat—"

"My brother is twelve and he's fourteen!"

"David's family isn't exactly the best and brightest, right?" Harry continued with amusement. "And to be fair, Reg acts and sounds way older."

"Well, he grew up surrounded by adults. Reggie was already running around on his own when Teddy was barely old enough to stand. He's used to getting things done by himself, and doing more for others," Mel sighed. "He's a great boy, pestered by the not-so-great."

Harry kissed her forehead. "He can take care of it, so don't smother him."

Mel glared at him, it gave Harry a pleasant shiver, it reminded him of a younger version of his wife, the one he loved to tease just to see that expression.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," she poked his ribs. "I know how annoying I can be—"

"I'm just saying—"

Harry's speech was interrupted by a flying pillow. Mel stifled her laughter, rolling over to escape his retaliation.

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Ok what’s ‘*weird Al intensifies*’ about that sounds bonkers

I feel like i have to forewarn you that weird al makes no appearances whatsoever in this WIP. This is a short and surprisingly emotional AU where various members of the Ghost crew get thrown back in time and basically adopt their past selves while pretending to be long lost family members.

"wait jess, why is it called weird al intensifies-" cause there's a lyric that goes "there's always two of me just a-hangin' around" in weird al's 'i think i'm a clone now', which i had stuck in my head at the time i was writing this fic, and there IS two of everyone in this AU, and it was 2AM, and I didn't have a better title. that's why.

heheh um annnnyway, snippet?

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Sabine woke up feeling warm, dry, and not in pain, so the only logical conclusion to draw was that she was dead.

“You’re not dead, kid.”

She opened her eyes with a short gasp and tried to sit up, but a gentle hand caught her shoulder and pushed her back down.

Sabine looked up.

There was a Mandalorian woman standing over her, in brightly painted armor that reminded Sabine of her own.

They were in some kind of ship; Sabine was lying on a bunk. Her mud-spattered armor had been stripped off and set aside, and she could feel bandages wrapped around her stomach.

“Who are you?”

The woman stared at her for a second, and then turned away. “You can call me Tatia.”

“Are you a bounty hunter?”

Tatia shook her head, stepping across the room to some shelves and collecting a few items. “I tried that, once. Didn’t work out.”

“I’m a bounty hunter,” Sabine said, slowly raising herself to sit, propped against the back of the bunk.

“I suspected that.” Tatia came back. “Did the bounty shoot you, or did your buddies decide there would be more profits to go around without you there?”

Sabine tried not to flinch, but Tatia must have seen. She sat down carefully on the edge of the bunk, setting aside the supplies with a sigh.

“I get it, kid. Betrayal sucks. There was a time when everyone I knew and trusted turned their backs on me. I had no one left. Felt like I hit rock bottom.”

“I don’t have anyone left, either,” Sabine said, and was about to add that she didn’t need anyone when Tatia spoke up.

“That’s not quite true,” she said, and then she reached up and took off her helmet, and Sabine gaped in astonishment as a face just like hers smiled back at her.

Tatia’s eyes sparkled. “You’ve got me, little cousin.”

[ghoul-bonez]

~Through the Wind and Rain~

Chapter 2 (Freedom Flight)

OC x OC set in the “Avatar: The Way of Water” universe…

Summary: Niri’te’s aunt stepped in after her Parent’s death, but when she fails to make Niri’te feel loved she decides to leave. Niri’te’s decision to leave was final, she just had to get her aunt to understand that.

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: Chap 2! I have an interesting alt chapter/ some extra content about this chapter I might post later?

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My Aunt had really stepped into my life after my parent’s death. I wanted nothing to do with her at first. I missed my mom and I took it out on my aunt, her sister. I blamed her for my parents death although she had nothing to do with it. I had convinced myself that if she had just tried even a little to convince one of them to stay I would have at least one parent to raise me.

However, deep down I knew it wasn’t her fault, she had her hands full that day with my cousins and me, and helping with the injured. As I grew I came to realize that, but every time I saw her it was a painful reminder of my mom. They looked so alike.

I wasn’t a bad kid per say, but I definitely found myself in more than a few rough spots. I was independent from a young age, not wanting her help or guidance, and that frustrated her beyond belief. I was treated well though, with love and as much respect she could give with me always causing some sort of trouble. I believe she loved me.

Everything changed when she had her new baby. She had no time for me and my antics and she became more and more hostile towards me, straining what fragile relationship we had before. Yes, me and the baby were both related to her by blood, but I did not come from her. I was just a sad reminder of my parents, of her sister. I was not worth her time and trouble anymore.

She always told me I reminded her of her sister, my mom. Everything I did was “so much like her”. She would see me around and comment, “You draw your bow just like your mother did.”

Eventually she left me to my own devices, basically giving up on me other than her kelku being where I would sleep at night. At least she provided me with shelter. Her comments about my mom just made the pain so much worse, knowing she saw my mom in me, but she still chose to abandon me.

Many of the other people in the clan tried to watch out for me. A few tried to step into a parental role, but nobody could gain my trust. I much preferred to keep to myself than join others.

Even the Olo’eyktan had tried to help. He sent his children to make friends in hope that I would settle down and stop causing trouble if I had someone to be around. Some friends. We never clicked, I blamed it on myself being a few years older than them, but I knew inside it was because I felt I couldn’t trust them.

I didn’t trust my aunt, but I still lived under her roof so I had been bothering her for weeks now. I knew she was tired of the constant arguments, but it all came to a head when I had brought it up on a day when we were both exhausted from our day's work. I was tired, about to drop to the ground, and I knew she was as well, but I couldn’t help but press the issue again.

I sighed and pulled at my hair, frustrated. I knew we would never get anywhere in this conversation with the way it was going, but I continued anyway, “Why is it fair that the Sullys got to leave and I can’t?”

I know my aunt was tired of hearing me talk about this by now. I had been trying to convince her to let me leave for weeks, but she wasn’t budging, “Niri’te, Jakesully was Olo’eyktan, and they were being hunted! The option for them to leave was very hard on them, hard on everyone in the clan, and you can’t just follow because you want to. His family has already brought enough trouble to the Metkayina people, they won’t accept you as easily. Along those lines, if you leave and they get into more trouble you will be dragged into it too. I won’t let you put yourself in danger by following them. I care about you and your wellbeing. I have taken care of you for years now so I feel like I’m allowed to tell you no when you ask me to leave.”

“You have done nothing for me! You do not care about me, you care about your sister. If you cared about me you wouldn’t give me leftover clothes. The clan feeds everyone, not you. You give me shelter yes, but you resign me to a tiny corner in the kelku. I am not wanted. You do not want me!” I hissed loudly at her, my ears pinned back and baring my teeth in anger.

We kept arguing, insults being thrown at each other, “Don’t be a skxawng! Your home is here!” She had yelled at me fiercely, baring her teeth back at me.

I hissed quietly in frustration “You don’t make it much of a home!”

Frustration was building inside both of us, she shouted at me, “I am doing my best for you! Why can’t you see that!”

I knew my cousins were outside, pressing their ears to the wall of the kelku to hear what was going on, the youngest peeking under a crack between the ground and walls. I could hear them muttering to each other, sharp words being cast towards me. I paused, listening to them. I could not lose this argument with them watching from the sidelines.

My aunt spoke again, drawing my attention away from them, “Are you really going to leave your parents behind? Their bodies lay here, their vitras within our Tree of Souls.”

I looked at her with anger behind my eyes, “I will carry them wherever I go, Eywa would never fail her people by leaving their loved ones where they were put to rest.”

My aunt snarled, “Eywa does not fail her people. Are you really one of her people? Would one of her people abandon the family they were born into?”

Frustration was building within me quickly, I had to do something to get ahead in the argument. I had been thinking about this option for a few days, not wanting to use it, but this argument was the worst, and there would be no rebuilding our relationship after this, “I’ll just leave in the middle of the night then. You can't stop me.”

She looked infuriated with me, “You can’t just disappear, think about us! Think about your family! Plus Jakesully said it’s hard being there. You aren’t built for the sea, and the people there will not accept you. You talk about this not being your home, imagine being somewhere where you know nobody.” She groaned afterwards, knowing I wasn’t listening.

I wanted to hit her hard, “I don’t have family here anymore.” The look on her face was shock and horror, hatred taking over soon after, “I’m leaving. I fly tonight. You can’t stop me.”

She clearly knew I was checked out of the conversation so he said one last thing before I would inevitably storm off, “Jakesully already lost one of his kids, I will not lose you! I cannot lose you. Your mother will never let me rest if I lose you!” and that was the last straw for me.

I knew about Neteyam, everyone was so distraught when we had gotten the news, and what happened had definitely scared me, but I was too stubborn to back down now. I had made up my mind before his death, and I would not let it change my mind.

I hung out around the camp until it got dark, eating dinner with the clan and wrapping up any loose ends, but once night came I snuck around, gathering things I would need, mostly clothes and food for the trip. I didn’t own much of my own stuff, preferring to borrow things when I needed them. Once I got to where my ikran was I saw my aunt who was carrying my bow and just sadly smiled at me, handing it off.

She obviously hated my decision, but I could tell she had somewhat come to terms with the fact that I was leaving no matter what she said by the look on her face, “I hope you know what you’re doing. Good luck. If anything goes wrong you will always be welcomed back here.” She pulled me into a hug afterwards. I let her hug me until she decided to let go.

“I will be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said to her, hopping onto my ikran, “I hope to visit sometime, but until then goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Niri’te.” She smiled back at me, regret showing on her face, before speaking again, “I see you.” Her saying that to me meant the world, like she was finally accepting the way I felt, accepting my need to find my place in the world. I smiled even wider, allowing myself to bask in the happiness of the moment.

I gave my ikran the command to lift off the ground then we were flying off. We flew above the treetops and I felt more excited than I ever had before.

I felt free, truly free, as the wind blew through my hair, whipping it around behind me. I always thought the forest looked beautiful from above and it was no exception in the night time. The bioluminescence glowed everywhere as nocturnal animals roamed around below me. Some animals resting in trees, sleeping high up in the top branches where I could barely spot them.

After flying for a while I eventually saw the edge of the ocean up above, and sped my ikran up, racing towards it, feeling excitement bubble up inside me. I let out a loud excited laugh and yelled at the top of my lungs. I was really doing it, leaving. I felt invincible to any negative energy, and if I felt any I quickly shook it off, my worries could wait.

For now I was free.

Once I reached the edge of the ocean and passed the barrier I felt it on my skin, the rain. It was raining, but with me it was always raining. My dad, my aunt, everyone I knew called me “the bringer of rain”.

It rained the day I was born. It poured, but the clan was happy because there was a drought.

The rain made itself welcome once again on the day of my first communion with Eywa, a light drizzle compared to the day I was born, but a part of the celebration nonetheless.

It rained on my first birthday, then my second, and my third, until I couldn’t count how many birthdays got rained out.

We started planning celebrations the day after so it wouldn’t be held in the gloomy rain.

My mother however did not see the rain as gloomy or as something to dampen a celebration.

Once when I was younger my mother referred to the rain as the bringer of life. She would call me “the bringer of life”, as if I was one with the rain itself. She told me, “The rain is not something to fear. It is Eywa blessing the land with the ability to bring life. The rain connects all of us, from the biggest palulukan, to the smallest blade of grass. The rain connects us like a web, feeding the plants, the animals that eat the plants, the animals that eat those animals. We, The People, are also in the web, and not only do we eat those animals, but it refills our water supply and helps us grow our crops. The rain is a beautiful thing, the bringer of life.”

In the pitch black of night time with the rain falling all around me the ocean was deep and dark below me, and as waves crashed against occasional groups of rocks the water would splash up and hit me.

It was a little scary in the dark, but I flew closer to the water, passing more rocks to feel the exhilaration the spray of the water brought me. As I watched glowing fish dart around under me I couldn’t help but believe that I would grow to love the ocean, maybe even more than the forest.

In the morning Eywa had decided to bless me with good weather because as ellipse ended the sky was clear, barely any clouds above. The rain had moved on. I could see better now and watched as sea life splashed around under me. The crystal clear water was beautiful and allowed me to admire the formations of coral and the creatures that lived in them below me.

Eventually after a very long tiring flight I made it to the island I was trying to find. As the Metkayina village came into view I smiled, admiring the beautiful architecture of their huts and the walkways they had built between them. A horn-like sound rang out over the area as I circled the beach in front of their homes a couple times before landing on it. As I dismounted my ikran I looked around at the beach and people surrounding me. I was even more excited to be here than I was before I left.

Word Bank:

Kelku (Omatikaya homes)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Skxawng (Idiot, moron)

Vitra (Soul, spirit)

Tree of Souls (Omatikaya sacred tree)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Ikran (Mountain Banshees)

Palulukan (Thanator)

Metkayina (Ocean Na’vi)

[uglymothwife]

I don’t usually get personal here but I also don’t really have someone to share this with, I’m not close with family and I just need to so here we are.

I lost my grandmother, nana, this week, she passed on Friday morning. Her death was very sudden and unexpected. It still feels like some horrible elaborate joke to me, I keep waiting for someone to reveal she’s still here, and it hurts like I can’t even begin to explain.

I’ve been thinking of her constantly this weekend. She was the most bubbly energetic person I’ve known in my life, right up to the end. She loved to dance and laugh, she was a powerhouse. Many times when I saw her as an adult she would strike a pose and say “don’t I look good? How old do you think I am” and then proudly declare she looked like this at her age.

When I was a kid I used to have sleepovers at her house. She had a room in her house with a tv, a huge collection of movies, and a comfy couch bed, it was decorated with so much over the top animal print, much like how she dressed, and pillows and little knick knacks of giraffes. She loved Marilyn Monroe and she was very theatrical, so naturally I remember watching a lot of her favorites with her like phantom of the opera and some like it hot. She always made brownies when we came over, and we would have English tea and she would tell me about her family and life back in England. She was so involved with what her grandkids loved and was always encouraging us. I have many memories of sitting in her house and drawing with my cousins and sister and how she was so proud of anything we did. My sister, who couldn’t have been older than 7 at the time drew a picture of George Harrison off some Beatles poster nana had nearby and nana had it hung up on the fridge for years. When I was a preteen and read the first twilight book I told nana about it and she got caught up and she LOVED it. She took me to the bookstore to pick up new moon that summer. Some of my cousins were very into Harry Potter, and nana read every book and saw every movie, she used to tell us it reminded her of home, and I remember her bawling her eyes out and sobbing in the theater when dumbledore was killed.

Another thing about nana is that she was a proudly out gay woman. In the south. In her 80s. She had a wife that she loved so much that we lost just months ago as well. I always found their relationship so inspiring, even before I really knew I was queer myself. One of the last phone calls I had with her was about her wife after she passed, and the pain she felt, and some of the troubles that came with a funeral for a gay woman. She and her wife were mentors to queer teens and extremely charitable. I never got to tell nana my truth, I never got to tell her how inspiring she was to me because I was scared of what other members of my family would say, I had grown up seeing the way some felt about her and knowing myself they was wrong, but I was still scared and I deeply regret it. Sometimes I feel like deep down she might have always known, she spoke about it openly with me and even mailed me the newspaper clipping when her and her wife were finally able to get married.

I’m not a religious person, but nana was, and I know if heaven is real she’s there with her wife proudly dancing and running around like a bumble bee and laughing. I know she’s proud of the charitable life she lived, of the legacy she’s left behind, and for looking good doing it all the way up to 81 years old. I miss her terribly, I only wish I had more time with her, it feels like a light has gone out in the world. There’s probably a million more things I could share about nana but I’ll stop for now. I love you nana.

[summaryscar]

I love the way that kids see things. Especially little kids around five or six years old. I’ve got two cousins that live nearby who both happen to be 5, and a bunch of other cousins in other parts around the same age.

The two that live nearby love to come find me whenever they visit and their favorite thing to do once they have found me is ask me to paint/draw/color with them.

I draw often. I paint even more often. And they both know this. They both adore making art with me and it’s the sweetest thing ever, and I love making art with them.

Now here’s the thing.

They’re five, meaning they’re still developing their skills.

One of them has begun to copy the way I draw. She’ll find something to use as a reference or ask me to pull up a picture for her. Then she’ll draw all the basic shapes before she makes her actual sketch. She outlines her work before coloring (she calls it highlighting and it’s adorable) and does her absolute best to stay inside the lines. She gifts me with drawings and art projects every single time I see her without fail and they are some of my favorite things ever.

The other one prefers painting with me. She’ll come up to me and ask “can we paint on canvases?” in the most excited voice ever and I can never tell her no. I’ve started to buy cheap canvases in bulk so I always have enough. I can never figure out what to paint with her, so I ask for her opinion. Today she told me to paint a castle, and when I was trying to figure out what colors to use, she piped up with the suggestion of making it rainbow colored. So I painted a rainbow castle while she painted a peacock chasing its eyeballs (I don’t know, don’t ask). I whipped up a sketch in two seconds flat and had it painted in roughly ten minutes. I’ve spent hours on things much simpler.

My point with all of this is that these five year olds pay attention to how I make art and they learn from it, but they also remind me that not everything has to be properly thought out or has to make sense.

And I think that’s an important thing to remember.

I get so frustrated with my art at times because it doesn’t look the way I want it to. I can’t figure out what I want to draw. The colors don’t look right. The proportions are all off. It doesn’t make sense. But it doesn’t have to.

Sometimes I’ll pull out the crayons and markers I have set aside for them and start doodling on whatever paper I can find, and it helps. They don’t look like some of my best art pieces have, but they were never meant to.

I don’t think some people give themselves enough credit because so long as they’re trying, who cares what their art looks like? I know I sure don’t because they’re doing what makes them happy.