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[snellyboi]

EPISODES I'D LIKE TO SEE FROM A FULL DIGITAL CIRCUS SERIES

THE SNARGORG FEAST: the gang goes on an adventure to feed the Snargorg - a beast with a lion's head and a dodo's body. Can they find food before it eats Kinger's coat?

ZOOBLE GETS SOME SCREENTIME: After Jax comes down with pixel pox, Zooble is forced to go and get him his meds from the Digital Pharmacy. But it's not as simple as waiting in line! Can Zooble make it back before Jax gets too sick?

SURF SUN AND PLATE REVERB: After a trip to the Digital Lake, the gang runs into a surf rock band called the digitones and is challenged to a battle of the bands on Digital Bikini Beach! Can sensitive pop genius Gangle pull together a setlist in time?

THE VERY SPECIAL EPISODE: Ragatha isn't feeling great - can Pomni cheer her up? And who's that face she keeps seeing in her nightmares?

These might turn into oneshots if I have the time.

Or they might not.

But they seem fun to me, so. Yeah.

I'm so hungover I gotta stop with the barleywine before 5.

[flimflamfandom]

I sure get a lotta notes here these days...

Hey y’all! I’m Snelly. I used to run this here blog, and I’ve noticed an uptick in likes and reblogs lately! Prolly because of the animated pilot the show has.

Anyways, some pointers about this blog:

-I haven’t posted original content in over a year, and while I hope that changes, I’m not sure when it will. I’m really busy these days, and writing is getting harder to do because of work, RSI’s, and other things.

-I answer letters as Calvin! Calvin is my favorite character, and I was, before I left the first time, planning on moonlighting as a Calvin McMurray ask blog.

-This is all pretty heavy AU fanfic stuff. You can read about the AU RIGHT HERE!

-I haven’t seen the pilot yet, but I bet it’ll make me wanna start writin�� again!

-I hope you all have a good time looking through my old stuff form back when I was in college. I sure had a fun time writing it!

See y’all someday!

[snellyboi]

Just wait until we get “And From The Mountains, They Cried Our Names”, my Snelly_ESQ style fanfic about the Teletubbies that directly quotes the Book of Common Prayer, Bertrand Russel, and Haruki Murakami.

listen people are starting to realize tumblr isn’t dead we all need to be as cringe as possible for the next few months, it’s vital to our survival

[gloves94]

To Be So Lonely [Draco Malfoy] 18

Rating: PG-13  Pairings: Draco Malfoy/OC Chapter warnings: Violence! Blood!

CHAPTER MASTERLIST MY MASTERLIST

"By far the most horrifying thing to happen at the World Cup was Saintday's make over," Pansy scoffed bitterly with a deep frown on her features.

Daphne who had been sitting in the same train compartment as Malfoy, Zabini and Parkinson lightly rolled her eyes. She had been growing sick and tired of Pansy's pessimistic attitude and the fact she seemed to criticize everything and everyone around her. She had no doubt the standards also applied to her behind her back.

"I liked it," Daphne said tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder vainly. "You're awfully picky and even you fancied it, didn't you Blaise?"

"Saintday might actually look decent now, but she's still as wicked as a doxy. You can see it in her eyes.” Zabini said lowering the copy of the Daily Prophet he was reading. The cover of it depicting the Dark Mark that had been casted over the Quidditch World Cup campgrounds. “Not that I mind,” He added slimily the edge of his lip turning up.

Draco fought the urge to roll his eyes, he simply kept a disinterested gaze focused on the blurring greens and blues outside of the window. Nel’s eyes, doxy like wouldn’t have been how he described them. Maybe he would’ve used the word intense, usually pregnant with a strong emotion be it rage, sadness, mischief and on rare occasions joy. Like when she took the first bite of a lemon tart or whenever Ireland scored back at the Quidditch World Cup.  

“What do you think Draco?” Pansy who looked beyond irritated tossed the question at him. “Hm?” He asked after a moment suddenly caught off-guard.

“See, he didn’t even notice,” Satisfied by his disinterest in the topic. Pansy rolled her eyes towards her friend. “You know what they say. You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear,” She said nastily. “Snelly Nelly might have a new wardrobe but she’s still a graceless, nameless clod. Even the Lestrange wouldn’t claim her.”

“Stars, Pansy, are you always so unbearable?” Daphne scoffed fully annoyed before standing up and leaving the compartment. Her attitude getting on the last of her nerves.

“What?” Pansy looked at her incredulously a confused look on her pug like face. “Was it something I said?”

Daphne shut the door behind her. Blaise nudged Malfoy who seemed completely out of tune with reality.

“Something on your mind?” The Egyptian boy asked his friend partly concerned but more in a nosey matter.

Xxxxx

‘Mr. Black, I really wish we could have had a more proper conversation when we met. I have a lot of questions and it seems like we have reached a miscommunication, so here I am, writing to you demanding asking for an explanation. Seeking answers to unanswered questions.

You claimed you ‘saved’ me from some very dark people. Who? Why? How did you find me? Why did you take me away from this ‘bad’ place? I don’t mean to preach about my miserable young life, but perhaps things would have been better this way. Maybe then I wouldn’t have grown up in a hellish orphanage where I was locked up in a dark room in isolation and starved for most of my life. Or adopted by a Pureblood fanatic who keeps me tied to a chair in a locked room.

Why did you steal my life?

Why didn’t you kill me?

Why did you take me?”

I hope this letter isn’t an inconvenience, but I really need answers.

E. Saintday.’

The compartment’s door opened and Nel raised her eyes from the parchment she was currently writing as she lay spread across the emerald green seat.

“Hey Daphne!” Tracey greeted with a chirp as their chamber mate slid into the compartment. Theodore seemed to sit up, run a hand through his hair and lower the book he was reading.

“Greengrass,” Nel acknowledged and lowered her feet when the girl took a seat on the same side as her. She didn’t ask why she had bothered to grace them with her presence much too preoccupied in sealing the letter she would give to Harry when she saw him.

“How are you Elowen?” She greeted politely. “I heard you got lost at the Quidditch match,” she said tucking her skirt under her legs as she took a seat. The girl raised her dark eyes and looked at Theo and Tracey who had probably shared his information with the blonde. Then down at the newspaper she was using to support her writing. The cover of the newspaper of course had the horrifying capture of the Death Mark moving in the front. The fanged skull that had a snake crawling and knotting in a silent scream. It was chilling.

“Are we not going to talk about it?” The girl asked sitting up.

An awkward silence filled the compartment at what the orphan was insinuating. Of course, she had heard the rumors before, of course she knew what kind of people most of the parents of her Slytherin peers were. Death Eaters. Loyal followers of You-Know-Who. People who idolized and worshipped the purity of Wizard blood, or so was what she had gathered from living with the Lestranges.  

“All of you knew. Didn’t you?” She accused with a serious expression.

“Nel, I-I didn’t,” Tracey shook her head. “I was with my dad.” She said defensibly bringing a hand to her chest. Her eyes darted to Theodore who let out an exhausted sight. “I knew something was coming, but not- nothing like that,” he said darkly lowering his gaze in shame at the activities his father engaged in.

“Did you?” She analyzed Daphne’s face carefully for any sign of betrayal or evidence she was lying. “No. Dad said he wanted me home early and that’s that.”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek processing their words. As far as she knew the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Not that she had ever heard any of them make any vulgar comments or focus on the blood status of other people.

“You don’t understand,” Theodore slammed his book shut quite dramatically and sat up. His nostrils lightly flaring as his expression turned into an angry one at his friend’s judgment. “I am not my father. I don’t subscribe to that agenda and you know that Elowen and I don’t care what you or anybody else thinks. I am not my father!” He snapped furiously his voice raising in the loud sentence.

The girls all looked a little struck by his anger. It seemed like a nerve had been struck.

“Theo,” Tracey reached out and placed a comforting arm on his shoulder. “We know,” She said quietly.

Just like Theodore didn’t know what happened to Elowen behind Wool’s closed doors or in La Maison de Lestrange she didn’t know what happened to him behind closed doors. All she knew was that his mother had tragically passed away when he was young.

“I understand,” Daphne spoke quietly, toying with her thumbs almost as in shame. “I do think things are easier if, well, bloods don’t mix, but things are far much worse with You-Know-Who around. Him coming back… It would be like a storm with no end. Not just for muggleborns, but for all of us.”

A sullen silence filled the room. The Slytherins looked down in shame, unsure how to continue. How to carry on a conversation that was much too painful and made them vulnerable to each other. The room felt suddenly void of any air. It was almost unbearable. Tracey eyed the small window of the compartment praying that the trolley lady would interrupt and just break the tension between the four.

“In other news-“ Nel butted thankfully and Daphne looked at her confused as she stood on the seat and waved her arms comically as she tried to find her balance. “I’ve got a secret,” She teased mischievously wiggling her eyebrows.

“What is it?” Tracey inquired suddenly sharing her mood for mischief. Relived that somebody had changed the gloomy topic.

“You have to guess,” She teased.

“It could literally be anything,” Theodore protested. “Don’t tell me you’re somehow related to Potter, Weazelbee or some painful sort of story like that.”

Nel smiled wickedly before opening her trunk and pulling out a piece of paper which she now kept hidden under her shirt. “Normally I wouldn’t do this,” She said shrugging casually. “But it’ll give us something else to dissect.”

It was true.

“I met a boy,” she said bringing a hand to her mouth to hide her growing smile.

“Pretty boy Diggory?” Theodore scoffed. “What!” Tracey exclaimed excitedly leaning on the edge of her seat. Daphne looked surprised at her revelation.

“Under love’s heavy burden do I sink,” She struck her chest dramatically as she quoted Shakespeare before collapsing on top of Daphne who lightly shrieked at the impact. She figured none of them would catch that reference. “Let’s keep this in the compartment shall we Daph?” She said directly to the blonde still with a smile on her face.

“Who?” All three leaned forward intrigued sounding more like a chorus of owls than their usual selves.

Nel sat up straight removing herself from Daphne’s lap and pulled out the animated photograph she had been hiding inside of her shirt. Both Tracey and Theodore squinted their eyes taking the picture in their hands looking at the square faced, thin stranger, with dreamy eyes and curly dark waves. They were about to ask who it was when Daphne beat them to it.

“Ellar Lestrange?” She gawped eyes wide at the reveal, being familiar with the older teen.

“Lestrange?” Tracey’s expression twisted to one of pure confusion.

“Isn’t he…” Theo tip toed around the subject. “Your adoptive brother?” A smile cracked on his face before her two friends began laughing obnoxiously. “He’s not my brother!” She snapped flustered before snatching the picture back into her safe keeping. He really wasn’t. She hoped that Cloelia wouldn’t notice she had swiped it from one of her frames.

“You’re in love with your brother!” Theodore laughed the loudest even clutching his stomach as he tossed his head back. “Merlin, that’s revolting Nel!” Tracey added also laughing.

“We are not related,” She stuck her tongue out.

It was true. Her an Ellar were not related by blood as far as she knew. The two looked nothing alike. They didn’t even share the same last name and Cloelia was far from being a motherly figure to her.

“Also, I’m not in love with him,” She rolled her eyes. She really just fancied the boy.

“Sure, you just happen to be carrying a picture of him.”

The three were laughing while Daphne remained extremely quiet. Of course, she was familiar with the young man’s name and infamous reputation.

“Does he fancy you back?” Daphne asked combing her hair in almost a nervous manner. “Well...” Saintday looked up appearing lost in thought for a moment.

Ellar was… odd. He was complicated. He was older. Maybe it was something that came with age. Somedays he’d be terribly rude, other’s he’d join her in the private study and tell her stories about his days in Beauxbaton and the two would sip some wine behind his mother’s back. He had kissed her hand that one time, he told her he liked her dresses. Sometimes she would catch him starring at her from across the table. However, in the last week- the last time she had seen him was at the Quidditch World Cup. She didn’t know if he had returned home or not. If he had, he hadn’t bothered with seeing or even setting her free from the binds that kept her tied up to the chair in her room for that hellish week.

“I don’t know,” She sighed suddenly sounding tired. “He’s a student at Beauxbaton so he’s going to be at Hogwarts for the year! Maybe, we’ll see,” She said coyly.

Daphne couldn’t sit idly by any longer. She had to say something. “Oh,” The blonde broke her silence. “You do not want a guy like Ellar Lestrange to like you,” she warned shaking her head slightly. “I have a cousin that worked with him at the French Ministry of Magic, she says he’s, well, unwell.”

All three turned to look at Daphne with a confused expression. What did that even mean.

“What I’m trying to say is he’s not the best company to keep around.”

Tracey and Theo looked at their crushing friend somewhat concerned. Nel on the other hand raspberried at Daphne’s warning.  

“Please,” She half scoffed in a dismissive tone. “I live with the bloke. He’s not half bad.”

“Right,” Theo added biting his lower lip. “Because he’s your brother!” Tracey laughed loudly.

Elowen crossed her hands over her chest and sank into her seat casting her friends an irritated look. “Not my brother,” She grumbled under her breath.

Again, he really wasn’t.

[nr0r]

wtf part of me wants to give Squidward Snellie forever, cause like, she’s a perfect match for him????

but like, another part of me wants to write that he sold her off after winning the competition cause, fight me on this but, he would.

aslfjalkjflaI DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAAAAAANT

[junker-town]

10 sports that ‘SpongeBob’ invented, ranked

The goat of Nickelodeon shows is timeless.

SpongeBob SquarePants was Nickelodeon’s best show because of its clever writing and unforgettable characters, but we shouldn’t forget the wild, made-up tests of athleticism constantly on display in Bikini Bottom.

10. Imagination Box

What is it: You sit in a box and pretend there are sports.

Best line: “Imagination.” - SpongeBob

Watchability: 1/10

Why: Too real. Requires a lot of weed.

9. Wall Painting with Obstacles

What is it: Painting a wall covered with framed photos and other mementos. While repainting Mr. Krabs’ house, SpongeBob and Patrick accidentally splash paint on Krabs’ first dollar earned at his restaurant.

Best line: “What could be worse than a giant paint bubble?” - SpongeBob “Two giant paint bubbles.” - Patrick

Watchability: 6/10

Why: Too much anxiety. Lots of sweating. Lots of crying. Not sure I could do it.

8. Snail Racing

What is it: Literal snails racing. SpongeBob pushes his pet snail, Gary, too hard trying to beat Squidward’s snail, Snellie. They both lose to Patrick’s pet rock.

Best line: “Squidward ... Tortellini!?” - Squidward Tentacles

Watchability: 15/10

Why: Snail racing is intense in the same way marble racing is intense. It’s interesting for a minute, but there’s no real drama.

7. Fancy Bubble Blowing

What is it: Blowing ridiculously large, detailed bubbles. SpongeBob blows bubbles in shapes of elephants, ducks and boats. Squidward doesn’t blow a single cool bubble.

Best line: “Stomp on your right foot. Don’t forget it!” -SpongeBob

Watchability: 30/10

Why: Big bubbles sound fun until they pop. They’d probably keep me really entertained, but only for like seven minutes, because they’re bubbles.

6. Fishhook Riding

What is it: Sea creatures ride on fishing lines and jump off before they get caught. Patrick convinces SpongeBob to take a work break to meet him at the carnival (spoiler: the carnival is hooks). Patrick is caught and turned into tuna.

Best line: “Mother of Pearl. Fire on the poop deck.” - Mr. Krabs

Watchability: 50/10

Why: This is almost too intense to be enjoyable considering the loser gets eaten. BY US.

5. Alaskan Bullworm Fight

What is it: It’s a wrestling match with a giant worm. Sandy Cheeks, Bikini Bottom’s best all-around athlete, takes on a giant Alaskan Bullworm that was eating everything in town. She won ... until realizing she only, uh, beat its tongue. The bullworm eventually fell off a cliff and crushed most of the city.

Best line: “Let’s take Bikini Bottom and push it somewhere else.” - Patrick Star

Real life watchability: 70/10

Why: Wrestling a giant worm underwater? Not my first choice, but I’d pay to see it.

4. Krabby Patty Contest

What is it: It’s a contest to see who can make 1,000 Krabby Patties first. SpongeBob loses to Atlantis’ best fry cook, King Neptune. But because Spongebob’s single patty didn’t taste like trash, he ultimately won.

Best line: “I think I’d like to try it a second time.” - King Neptune

Watchability: 105/10

Why: Food quality doesn’t matter in this event, and that’s the best part! Cooking for sport sounds hilarious. Bake-off without the taste meaning anything. Speed frying! Look away, FDA.

3. Anchor Toss

What is it: The anchor toss involves Bikini Bottom’s strongest residents competing against each other to see who can throw an extremely heavy anchor the farthest. (Sandy won.)

Best line: “I was a wimp before anchor arms. Now I’m a jerk and everybody loves me.” - A shark on TV

Watchability: 120/10

Why: Ripped fish chucking iron. Give me an oxygen mask and I’m going under.

2. Fry Cook Games

What is it: It’s an Olympic-style competition of undersea activities including the Fry Pole Vault, the Chocolate High Dive and Bun Wrestling. Patrick and SpongeBob compete against each other and eventually draw a truce.

Best line: “My name’s not RICK.” - Patrick

Watchability: 150/10

Why: The Olympics but for sea creatures. Hell, yes.

1. Jellyfishing

What is it: The objective of jellyfishing is to catch as many jellyfish as possible without getting stung. A popular sport in Bikini Bottom, it was introduced in the first season when SpongeBob and Patrick try to teach Squidward how to do it.

Best line from the show: “Firmly grasp it.” - Patrick

Watchability: 200/10

Why: Jellyfishing rules because it requires developing a precise technique and being a master strategist. Do you run directly at the jellyfish? Sneak up on it? How do you protect yourself from getting stung?

Entertaining. As. Hell.

[snellyboi]

Me 4 years ago: I'm gonna write a myth INSIDE a fanfic then I'm gonna write a whole list of deities and a pantheon then I'm gonna make this and that and-

Me now: *4 months of radio silence after a single one shot* Might write more she-ra sometime. Maybe put Nimona in it.

[snellyboi]

@nadacwriter​ Sure is!

Granted the other half is him trying to get with Johanna and somehow managing to put the entire city in danger.

Hererophobia

[snellyboi]

After Nadya Golubevna's best friend, Sasha Tchernetsova, goes missing, Nadya is forced to go to Paris with a prince who dishonored Sasha and her family. Why is the prince taking the 15 year old to Paris? Why is one woman so fascinated with her? And why does Nadya feel so…strongly about her friend?

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This is the first long fic I've done in a while! It's about Long Way North, a VERY PHENOMENAL French/Danish animated film!

Enjoy!

[snellyboi]

Kai is dying, and while Katara works to heal him, Tenzin and Jinora talk about expression, while Kai and a mysterious old man talk about place…

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This is my FIRST EVER Legend of Korra fic and of course it doesn't star any of the fun characters lol

BUT YEAH I'm excited to write for Korra stuff! I'm hoping this story will develop into a larger Kainora fic down the line...but we'll see.

[snellyboi]

Gwen has a lot of thoughts about Miles. Miles has a lot of thoughts about Gwen. One way or another, these thoughts need to become words.

My first ever Spiderverse fic and it's typical Snelly-esque mushy gushy romance because of COURSE it is! The appropriate mood music can be found here!

[snellyboi]

I wrote a cute little AU Oneshot about David last night but I haven't seen the new season so I'm reluctant to post it. It involves him having a very bad day right up until the end.

I haven't actually posted a fanfic to this page in, uhm...a while. So I dunno if it would be any good. And I don't know how the fandom at large feels about the ship I fell into.

But if I ever get a hankering I might go and post it.

[snellyboi]

If the space cadet makes me write about overwatch I'm shipping her with Venture.

I'm also gonna make up my own Mars lore because I love making egregious AUs and Mars is a special interest of mine. So is space cadet type stuff.

[snellyboi]

Proofreading my first multichapter fic since May!

It's a short 11 chapter thing but I think it's high quality and compelling. I wanted to ask whether or not I should put it out serially (2 or 3 chapters a week) or just all at once, so...

The fic doesn't follow the main character, but instead, her best friend, who is forced to go to Paris with the Prince...you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll kiss an afternoon goodbye!

[snellyboi]

My last suicide attempt was stopped by fried chicken, because I need routines and had deemed that night "miller's chicken" night. I had a severe nervous breakdown while listening to the Centaurworld soundtrack and now I can't listen to comfortable Doug. One night my adhd got so bad I forgot to sleep for like 12 hours, but now I can tell you about Frederick Frelinghuysen, secretary of state under Chester A. Arthur.

Mental illness isn't cinematic. Please, never feel embarrassed about that.

I love you.

[snellyboi]

Writing a fic for an obscure fandom is fun!