#sometimes life is about the friends we make along the way and the strength they give you

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hiiiiiii,

Can I request a Jude Bellingham imagine where you’re in the Bellingham documentary for his YouTube and it shows you behind the scenes watching his games and stuff and just being a cute couple 💓.

Thank Youuuuuu💓✨

a/n: sorry for the delay, I don't know why but it took me a while to write it. I hope you like it. Request me whatever you want!

THE ONE

jude bellingham x gf!reader

warnings: none, just that English is not my first language.

summary: It’s her turn to step into the spotlight of Jude’s documentary, where unseen moments reveal the depth of their connection, exposing a side of their relationship and how much they mean for each other to the public.

The camera lens focuses, the soft hum of equipment fills the room, and she sits on their cozy, cream-colored couch. Her hands are folded nervously on her lap, her leg bouncing ever so slightly as she adjust her position, trying to find the perfect balance between comfort and confidence. Her hair falls softly around her face, and she tucks a strand behind her ear, looking up at the camera with a genuine smile. A nervous chuckle escapes her as she glances toward the crew and to him.

Jude stands just out of the frame, leaning against the wall, giving her a reassuring nod, his warm smile reaching his eyes. He mouths, "You got this," and she exhales deeply, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. His presence is comforting, just like it always is.

"Hi, I'm...well, Jude's girlfriend," she says. "But, more than that, I’m just me—someone who tries to support him, love him, and keep him grounded." Her voice is gentle, but there’s a quiet strength in it, one that suggests she's much more than just his partner.

The interviewer asks the first question, something light to ease her in. "How did you two meet?"

She smiles wider and looks down for a moment, as if reliving the memory. “We actually met through mutual friends. Super normal. I didn’t know much about football back then, but of course I was fully aware of who he was. In person, he was even more handsome and charming, so it wasn’t a surprise that I was attracted to him straight away.” She laughs at herself. “Because of that, I spent most of the night ignoring him since I was dying of embarrassment and it wasn’t until I spilled a drink on his shirt that I was able to look him in the eye to apologize, but Jude just laughed. From then on, we spent the whole night talking, even over text afterward. We got along pretty quickly, but we took things slow. I think that’s what made it work… just letting everything happen naturally.”

As she speaks, the screen fades into footage of the two of them, candid moments from Jude's life. There's a clip of them walking hand in hand, Jude glancing over at her, his face lighting up in a way that's impossible to fake. Another video shows them sitting on a couch, laughing at something on TV. Jude’s arm is casually draped around her shoulders, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her arm. The chemistry is effortless, easy.

Back in the interview, she’s asked about how their relationship has evolved with Jude’s career skyrocketing.

"Honestly, it’s been crazy," she admits. "His schedule is intense, and sometimes we’re apart for long stretches. But we’ve always made it a priority to stay connected. We FaceTime all the time, even if it’s just to say goodnight. And when he’s home, we make sure to enjoy the little things—going on walks, cooking together, just spending time. Those are the moments that matter most."

Suddenly, Jude’s voice breaks in from off-camera, clearly teasing her. “Yeah, well burning food doesn’t count as cooking, love.”

She laughs, shaking her head, the sound of his voice immediately softening her expression. “He’s talking about his abilities,” she replies with a grin. The off-screen laughter from the crew adds to the playful atmosphere.

The next part of the interview focuses on her relationship with Jude’s family, something that’s been a big part of his life. Clips play of her with Jude’s younger brother, Jobe, during a family dinner. They’re joking around, Jobe and her teasing Jude and him complaining about their alliance. Another clip shows her talking to Jobe who’s clearly comfortable with her, and at one point, she playfully nudges him, making everyone laugh. Then, she’s shown with Jude’s parents, Denise and Mark, during a relaxed family gathering. She’s sitting next to Denise, the two of them talking and laughing as if they’ve known each other forever. The bond is clear—she fits into the family seamlessly, not as an outsider, but as someone who belongs.

"Jobe is like a little brother to me," she says with a smile when asked about him. "He’s such a good kid, and we’re always joking around. It’s just easy with him. And Jude’s parents... they’re honestly the sweetest people I’ve ever met. Denise is like a second mom to me. She’s always checking in, making sure I’m okay, especially when Jude’s away. And Mark, well... he’s the kind of dad who always has a story to tell and advice to give, whether you ask for it or not,” she adds with a laugh. “I couldn’t be luckier.”

Cut to a heartwarming montage of family moments: Jude’s girlfriend and Jobe playing video games, both of them laughing uncontrollably as Jude looks on from the side, shaking his head. Another clip shows her helping Denise in the kitchen, the two of them sharing a peaceful, easy rapport, with Mark chiming in from the dining room, to help them.

“They are awesome.”

The screen cuts to a new video clip of Jude talking directly to the camera in a different segment of the documentary. He’s sitting outside on a patio, the sun glinting off his face as he reflects.

"My mom told me pretty early on that she thought she was the one," Jude says, nodding slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "She said she just knew. And I trust my mom’s instincts more than anyone else’s. Honestly, I think I knew too, but hearing it from her made me super sure."

The scene shifts again, showing a playful clip of Jude and her from one of their trips. They’re by the beach, Jude holding the camera as they walk barefoot in the sand. He’s joking, trying to push her toward the water while she protests, laughing and running away. They tease each other endlessly, but the affection is obvious. Every touch, every glance, speaks volumes.

Back in the interview, Jude’s voice is heard once more, this time in a more serious tone. “She’s my rock,” he says. “People always ask me how I stay grounded, how I handle everything, and it’s her. She’s the one who keeps me steady when things get overwhelming.”

Her eyes soften as she listens to the interviewer words. "He said that?” She asks, blushing a little as the one holding the camera nods. “Well, I think we’re a team. We support each other through everything. When he's having a tough day, I’m there for him. And when I'm struggling, he’s always the first to lift me up."

The interviewer gives a knowing nod, then shifts the tone to something more playful. "Now, we’ve seen some fun clips of you two together, but who’s the bigger tease in the relationship?"

Her eyes widen slightly as she chuckles. "Oh, I know he’s going to say it’s him, but i’s definitely me. I love to tease him. He gets this little furrowed brow, and I just can’t help myself."

Another video plays, this time a candid clip of them in the living room. Jude is trying to explain some football tactic using salt shakers and a pepper grinder as players, while she watches him with an amused smile. Suddenly, she moves one of the shakers, to condiment her food, completely messing up his demonstration, and bursts into laughter when he groans dramatically, head in his hands.

Back in the interview, she shrugs innocently. "He takes it well, though. He’s a good sport about it."

Jude’s voice cuts in again. "Barely."

She bursts out laughing, shaking her head. "See? Always listening in."

The documentary closes with one last video—Jude and her sitting on the couch, his arm around her once more as they scroll through pictures on his phone. They’re laughing, teasing each other about the awkward photos, and then he pulls her close, kissing the top of her head. It’s a simple, intimate moment, but it says everything.

As the video is about to finish, she’s seen asleep in his arms and Jude’s voice comes through one last time. He looks at the camera with a smirk and whispers “Yeah... she’s the one.”

[navybrat817]

can we just take a moment to ✨appreciate✨ this? because I know where I’m looking… what about you? 😏

I'm INNOCENT, Lana. And you send me this?!

Wicked Tongue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky has a wicked tongue. Word Count: Over 500 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), reader is thirsty, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a menace, okay?). A/N: I swear, I'm innocent! But something short and sweet for a Sinful Saturday. ❤️Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You tapped a finger against the drink you were holding, refusing to take a sip as you watched Bucky laugh at something Steve said. The love of your life was trying to kill you. Not literally, but it certainly felt the way. Why else would he pick a suit that molded to his beefy frame like a glove? What reason did he have to pull his silky long hair back like that?

He already had to fix it once since he decided to shove your dress up and sink to his knees before you left for the party.

“That’s it, baby. Pull my hair. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you with my tongue.”

As much as you loved Bucky eating you out, he loved it even more. You were certain there wasn’t another man on the planet who enjoyed the taste of pussy as much as he did. You ignored the twinge of jealousy because it wasn’t just any pussy he wanted. It was yours and yours alone.

Hell, if someone told him the sun rose in the east and set in the west, he’d argue that it went up when your legs opened and went down when they closed. Because the entrance to heaven existed between your thighs and it was only fair that he worshiped it with his mouth. You blessed him when you came on his tongue and he lapped up your offering with a groan every single time.

It felt almost as good as when you fell apart on his cock.

“Fuck,” you whispered when he swiped his tongue along his lip again.

Each time his tongue darted out of his mouth was like a personal attack, a jab to your core. You could still feel the indents from his fingers when he gripped your ass, shoving his face as close as he could so he could lick his way into your dripping cunt. The iron-clad grip nearly kept you from rocking your hips down, but it couldn’t stop the hot slick that rushed out of you when you came.

“Make a mess all over my face. Wanna taste you later.”

As if he sensed your stare, his sapphire eyes glanced your way from across the room and you forgot how to breathe. The beautiful bastard stared right at you as he dragged his tongue over his lower lip, slowly, deliberately. The way he sometimes did with your clit. You didn’t have super soldier strength, but you nearly shattered the glass in your hand from how hard you squeezed it when he winked.

And your panties were wet before, but now they were soaked.

You nodded toward the hall since you couldn’t find your voice. Bucky would help you find it. He’d make sure you moaned his name. Maybe even loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Excuse me, punk,” Bucky said to his best friend before he set his drink down. “In the mood for something a little sweeter.”

Something only you could satisfy his wicked tongue with.

We deserve this, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[ginkgooou]

somewhere only we know | alexia putellas

summary: after years apart, you return to barcelona and unexpectedly reunite with alexia, your childhood best friend. a lot of unresolved feelings come to the surface.

warnings: slight angst, but happy ending (kind of)

i listened to the song when this idea popped into my head. so, it's loosely based on that. i hope you enjoy! :)

english is not my first language!

2,998 words

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you hadn't been back to barcelona in years.

walking through the familiar streets felt surreal, like stepping into a memory that was both vivid and distant. the neighborhoods, the cafés and the smell of the sea carried traces of the past - of your childhood, of the life you'd once lived here. yet, one place stood out more than anything else in your mind: the old tree on the hill, overlooking the city - the secret spot only you and alexia knew about.

alexia.

the thought of seeing her again after all these years made your heart race. you had been childhood friends, inseparable from the moment you met on the first day of school.

alexia was the one who could always make you laugh when you were feeling down, the one who truly understood you in ways no one else did, she was your best friend and maybe something more, though you hadn’t fully realized it at the time.

despite your different personalities, your connection was undeniable. she was a force to be reckoned with, exuding strength and confidence that drew people to her like a magnet. you, on the other hand, were quiet - reserved, incredibly shy, preferring books over people.

but alexia liked that about you.

whenever life got too hectic or overwhelming for her, she found refuge in your calm presence, coming over to your house and spending time with you. as you got older, she began dragging you along on little adventures - just the two of you, away from the noise and chaos.

when she needed the quiet, alexia usually took you hiking. she loved pulling you away from the bustling city and into the peace of nature, where the two of you could just breathe. you’d follow her lead, letting her guide you through the winding paths, her steps always sure and steady. sometimes you’d talk - about school, your dreams, football, or whatever was on your mind. other times, you’d walk in comfortable silence. you didn't need words all the time; it was often enough just to know that the other was there.

it was during one of those hikes, when you were around 15, that you stumbled upon your secret spot.

it was a warm afternoon, the sun filtering through the trees as you and alexia made your way up the familiar hill near barcelona. you walked in silence for most of the way, only exchanging a few words now and then. halfway up, alexia spotted a hidden, narrow path veering off to the side. she turned to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “come on, let’s see where this goes.”

for a moment, you hesitated, but never one to deny alexia anything, you quickly found yourself following her lead, stepping off the beaten path and into the woods.

as you ventured deeper, the trees around you grew thicker and the air became cooler. after a few minutes of weaving through the bushes and ducking under low-hanging branches, you finally broke through the underbrush and stepped out into a small clearing. there, standing tall at the edge of the forest, was an old tree, its thick branches stretching out and casting shadows on the grass. you could see the city below you, bathed in the golden glow of the afternoon sun.

“this is amazing.”, you murmured, coming to a stop next to the tree and taking in the view.

alexia grinned beside you, equally in awe. “it’s perfect.”, she said softly.

you spent hours there, talking and laughing, the world around you fading away. it became your sanctuary. a secret place to escape the noise, to escape reality and simply be yourselves.

when everything became too much, you and Alexia would find your way back to that old tree, finding peace in each other’s presence.

but it was also at that spot, that tree, where everything changed.

it was only a year later that you found out your father had gotten a job in new york, and you would be moving away in just a couple of weeks. you didn’t know how to break the news to alexia, unsure of how she’d react, so you carried the secret around for a while.

but, when you found yourself sitting beneath the tree once again and with the departure date approaching, you knew it was time to tell her.

you glanced at alexia beside you, her eyes closed, leaning against the tree with her hand resting comfortably on your knee. the moment felt so peaceful, too perfect to disrupt it with what you were about to tell her. you felt your nerves rising, your heart pounding in your chest.

finally, taking a deep breath, you broke the silence. “i need to tell you something.”, you said quietly.

alexia’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, turning her head toward you with furrowed brows, her eyes full of concern. “what’s wrong?”, she asked, giving your knee a gentle squeeze.

you couldn’t meet her eyes, knowing you'd break if you looked at her. instead, you stared on the ground, searching for the right words. “it’s about my family.”, you finally managed to say. “we’re moving. to new york.”

the silence that followed felt like an eternity, stretching between you, as she processed your words. “what?” her voice was full of disbelief. she let go of you and stood up, pacing around. “what do you mean you’re moving?”

you still didn’t look at her, fidgeting with your fingers, trying to find the courage to speak. “my dad got a job in new york. we have to go.”, you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

alexia came to a stop in front of you. when you finally looked up, you watched her face turn from shock to confusion, then to hurt. “when?”, she asked, her voice trembling.

“in two weeks…”, you told her, struggling to hold back tears as you saw the heartbreak on her face, a look you never wanted to see.

“b-but…i don’t want you to go.”, she murmured, her voice quivering as she fought to hold back tears of her own. in that moment, she looked so small and vulnerable, so unlike her.

without thinking, you stood up and pulled her into your arms, hugging her tightly. and then, the dam broke. you both let your tears flow freely, soaking each other’s shirts, the reality coming crashing down around you. her body shook with quiet sobs, her arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

you stayed in each other’s arms for a while. when alexia eventually pulled back, her eyes were red from crying. she took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself before speaking.

“promise me we’ll stay in touch.”, she said.

“of course.”, you replied without hesitation. “we’ll make it work. we’ll call and text every day.”

“we’ll make it work.” her gaze softened as she repeated your words quietly, as if to reassure herself.

a comfortable silence then settled between you, stood in each other's arms, processing everything.

as you held each other’s gaze, an invisible thread seemed to pull you closer. the air crackled with unspoken tension, and you felt drawn to her. unable to resist the magnetic force between you, you started to lean in.

alexia searched your eyes for a second and then, with a tenderness that made your breath hitch, she dipped her head, pressing her lips against yours.

the kiss was electric, igniting a fire deep within you. it was soft and tentative, it made your heart flutter in your chest. you could taste the saltiness of her tears mixed with the sweet hint of cherry from her lip balm.

in that moment, the world around you faded into nothingness; all your worries slipped away, leaving just the two of you on that hill. nothing else mattered but this moment, this kiss.

the kiss lingered, sending waves of warmth through you, but then, suddenly, reality hit.

what am i doing? the thought crept into your mind, breaking through the haze of the moment. your heart raced, but now for a different reason.

panic set in. you became hyper-aware of everything - alexia’s hands resting on your waist, the soft press of her lips. it felt like the world had shifted in an instant, and you weren’t ready for it. you weren’t ready for the storm of emotions building in your body, - confusion, fear, uncertainty, love - flooding in all at once.

you weren’t ready for what this meant. for you. for your friendship. you had never really thought about it before, if the things you felt for alexia were normal between friends, or if they ran deeper. it was all too much, too overwhelming.

the closeness, the intensity, it terrified you.

you pulled back suddenly, your breath catching as you put space between you. alexia’s brows furrowed, concern flickering in her eyes as she stepped toward you. “hey…what's wrong?”, she asked, her voice soft, but laced with confusion.

“i…”, you wanted to explain, but the words were stuck in your throat. the emotions were crashing down too hard, too fast. your heart pounded, a desperate need to escape overwhelmed everything else.

“i need to go.”, you blurted out. you didn’t wait for her to respond - couldn’t bear to see the hurt on her face. without thinking, you turned and ran. you fled from the moment, from her, from your feelings, from everything.

what did i just do? the question echoed in your mind, but no answer came. you had kissed alexia. you had felt something, something real and terrifying. you didn't know what to do.

the weight of it all pressed down on you, suffocating you. what did this mean for you? for alexia? for everything between you?

you had no answers. the kiss had changed everything, and now, you didn't know if you could ever go back to the way things were.

so, you avoided her.

alexia tried to reach out, her concern clear in her eyes whenever you crossed paths, but you kept your distance. you couldn't face her - not while your feelings were still a tangled mess, raw and confusing. she wanted to talk, texted you more than once, but you always found an excuse. you knew she deserved an explanation, but you weren't ready to give one, not when you didn't know what you were feeling.

time flew by and soon, you were gone. you started a new chapter in new york, far away from the memories you left behind. but guilt filled you whenever you thought about the promise you made to her: to call and text every day.

you didn’t keep your promise.

at first, you texted here and there - small talk, meaningless things. how the weather was, a funny video, updates on life that seemed trivial compared to everything left unsaid. slowly, the texts became less frequent, until eventually, they stopped altogether.

though you didn't completely let go of alexia. you still followed her from afar, watching her rise to fame - alexia, the footballer, thriving at barça and becoming a star. you cheered for her success, even though she would never know.

over the years, you often found yourself thinking about her and that moment by the tree, and every time, you wished you hadn't run away that day.

☆

now, here you were, at your secret spot, a place you held so dear to your heart. it felt strange being back after all these years, but somehow, you were drawn to it - to the place where everything went wrong.

as you stood there, the memories hit you like a wave, flooding your mind with images of her smile, her laugh, the times spent together. you remembered talking about anything and everything here. this was your place, the spot where you shared moments you'd never forget.

you sighed and closed your eyes, leaning against the tree and letting the memories wash over you. the weight of regret pressed heavily on your shoulders, this place reopening old wounds you thought had healed. you wondered what alexia was doing now, if she still came here sometimes, or if it hurt too much to even think about.

a soft crack interrupted your thoughts - a twig snapping in the distance. you turned toward the sound, looking back toward the woods. at first, you thought it was your imagination, but then, you saw her.

alexia.

you froze, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. she stood a few meters away, her eyes fixed on you, wide with surprise. for a moment, neither of you moved. time seemed to slow down, the world shrinking to just the two of you in this familiar place.

you opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. you hadn't expected to see her here, not after all this time.

she took a step forward, her expression shifting, softening into an unsure smile. “you're back.”, she said.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself. “yeah, i am.”, you managed to say, your voice shaking.

there was so much you wanted to say, so much you had left unsaid. you wanted to apologize, to explain why you ran, but no words left your mouth.

alexia took another step forward, coming to a halt in front of you.

“i didn't think i'd see you again after…after everything”, she said softly, her voice carrying the hurt she still felt.

your heart pounded in your chest. “i didn't think i'd come back.”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “but, i did.” you paused to look at her, taking her in - she looked different, more mature, but she was still the same alexia you once knew. you continued to talk. “i've been watching you. i've been keeping up with everything.”

at that, alexia raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “watching me?”, she repeated.

you nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing. “your career…barcelona, the trophies…everything. i'm proud of you, ale. you achieved everything you've ever wanted.”

alexia offered a brief smile, but you could see the sadness in her eyes. “i come here sometimes, you know? this place always reminds me of you.” her gaze wondered to the city below you as she continued. “why didn't you reach out? why didn't you…come back?”

the question hung in the air between you, and your throat tightened. this was the moment where you could finally tell her everything. but now, standing in front of her, it felt impossible to explain.

“i was scared.”, you finally said, your voice trembling. “i didn't know what to do. after…after that day, everything felt so overwhelming. i didn't understand what i was feeling, or how to face it, so i ran. and i didn't come back because…i didn't know how to make things right.”

alexia looked at you, her expression softening, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and hurt. “i waited.”, she said quietly. “i thought…maybe you just needed time. but i waited and waited and eventually, i just stopped expecting you to reach out.”

her words hit you like a punch in the gut. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. what could you possibly say to fix this? the regret in your heart felt unbearable.

alexia let out a soft, almost bitter laugh. “i loved you, you know? i think from the moment we met. i loved you in ways i couldn't even understand at the time. and i thought…”, she paused, her voice catching as if she were trying to hold herself together. “i thought you loved me too. the way you looked at me that day…i was so sure, but then…”

there was no need to finish the sentence, you both knew what came next. you swallowed hard, your voice trembling as you finally found the strength to speak. “i did love you, ale. i think i still do. i just…i was so scared. scared of losing you, scared of what it all meant. i was scared and i ran and i regret it to this day.”

alexia's eyes glistened with unshed tears. “do you know how much it hurt?”, she asked, her voice thick with emotion. “that kiss - i thought it meant something…and then you just left me and it hurt so much. i thought i did something wrong. i knew i lost you that day, the person i trusted most in the world.”

her words broke something inside you, and tears stung your eyes. “i'm sorry.”, you whispered, your heart aching. “it did mean something. it meant everything. that's why i panicked. i was afraid of ruining what we had, of losing you if things didn't work out.”

a sad smile tugged at alexia's lips. “but you did lose me. you left me behind.” your heart twisted at her words, the full weight of what you had done settling in your chest. “i know.”, you whispered. “i can't undo the past, but i'm here now. and if you'll let me, i want to make it right.”

her eyes softened and for a moment, the air felt charged with the unspoken feelings you had buried for so long. finally, after all these years, the truth that had kept you apart was laid bare.

for a long moment, alexia was silent, her eyes locked on yours as if searching for something, some sign of the person she had once known. then, finally, she spoke, her voice soft but firm. “i don't know if we can go back to what we had…but maybe we can start over.”

you felt a wave of relief wash over you, a relieved smile tugging at your lips. “i'd like that.”, you said, eyes sparkling with hope. “more than anything.”

alexia smiled too, a small, tentative smile, and slowly, she reached out her hand. you took it, her touch gentle and familiar, the warmth of her hand seeping into your bones.

it wasn't forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start; the beginning of something new, something exciting.

[sitp-recs]

back for another rec!

looking for a possessive harry, *especially* if he say or thinks “mine” (!!!)

thanks so much!

Your wish is my command! 🫡🫡

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Bonus: dark!Harry (pls mind the tags)

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Harry knows what love is. It’s something that grows. Something that adapts. Something that sometimes needs a little help along the way. (or the one in which Harry loses his mind)

[eijirousbestie]

since ur one of the realistic bakugou writers (just like what that anonie said) what do u think about: 1.him being jealous over his s/o. we always see those possessive or jelly bakugou writings, but i think it's kinda over exaggeration sometimes. 2.with affectionate s/o? like, i know things may be very awkward at the start of their relationship but what if his s/o suddenly has the urge to pepper kisses all over his face & hug him so tight? srry if it's stupid😭

Jealousy + Affection

Jealousy

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He’d unsuspectingly pull them into his room when they aren’t looking, closing the door behind the two and standing tall with a displeased frown on his face. Jealousy is one of the feelings Katsuki rarely ever feels. And when he does, he absolutely hates it. It doesn’t make sense to him. He has everything he could ever need. An incredible power, insane strength, intellect like no other and a tongue as sharp as a knife. What the hell would he ever be jealous about? Or at least that’s what he would’ve thought before he got close enough to someone to call his own.

“We needa talk,” he’d grumble, brows knit together. “That ‘new friend’ of yours is pissing me off. I swear they only ever need you when I finally have you to myself.”

He’s realistic. He knows they’re not just gonna drop someone for him just because he doesn’t like them for unproved reasons, but that still doesn’t mean he won’t stop wishing they will. Until then, he’ll keep taking extra measures to make sure they can make up for lost time spent together. He’d spend extra time giving TLC he usually wouldn’t, feeling like he’d need to remind his partner where home really is.

In no way is he being overtly possessive or trying to tie his partner down. That’s just crazy as hell. He’s just worried about the third party’s intentions with his person, untrusting of what their motives may be or what their influence is on his partner. He knows they can handle their own but still it’s just a normal concern.

Then again, this is Katsuki we’re talking about so when he has his mind set on something it’s hard to change his mind about it, but he tried to be flexible for them. He tries. Jealousy is a bitch.

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Affection

Having an affectionate partner isn’t always the easiest for Katsuki to deal with but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. Most likely this person would be one of the very few relationships he’s had throughout his life. Being career and goal focused for years on end left him with no time to think about all that lovey dovey bullshit other people his age would drown in. But everybody wants somebody, even if it’s just a friend.

And that’s how the two had started. Being friends with Katsuki is no easy feat. Having to put up with constant yelling, bickering and outrageously childish arguments, it wasn’t a cake walk. But it sure as hell was still fun just like any other friendship. The two had gotten along unsuspectingly well even though their personalities were near opposite. Him being reserved and self righteous; them being outwardly friendly and super connected to people.

In most cases Katsuki wouldn’t give someone like them the time of day, but of course they’re a rare case. His rare case. Katsuki could find solace in them knowing that whatever stupid shit he might spew could easily be returned with matched energy. The sense of mutual respect would then blossom them into a budding relationship, one where he could feel safe enough to fall with them completely.

At the beginning, yes it was a bit awkward. He wasn’t the skinship type at all and didn’t really understand why someone had to be glued to another person’s skin damn near 24/7. But after being slowly acclimated to hand holding, he starts to warm up to mutual touch. Having gotten used to being hugged up by them since the earlier stages in their friendship, of course he knows all their tells months into their new relationship.

Occasionally coming in for a hug, he’d accept, letting them do so as long as it wasn’t overly performative. There’s a happy balance in everything so he’d gotten to learn how to take it with stride after a while. Well, only if they hadn’t pestered him with too much physical contact in one day. One too many hugs? He’d put a palm to their face and lightly shove them away, not using any real strength to hurt them. Only enough to send the message that he’s all hugged out.

Of course, if he noticed he’d been neglecting their love language of touch, he’d concede, but in his own way. Loungin on the couch with them, he may glance down and notice their hands resting in their lap as they focus on the television. His gaze would drift up to the side of their face, watching their expression closely before taking their hand in his and putting it in his lap instead, lightly stroking the back of their hand with his thumb.

Katsuki can be a hardass sometimes. Most of the time. But he’s incredibly perceptive of people, especially those he holds close to his heart. So of course he’d do what he can to make them feel comfortable around him all while keeping himself comfortable and preserving his own boundaries.

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[marsprincess889]

Hi! I was wondering who do Saturnian nakshatras usually feel attracted to/end up with? Is there some sort of theory for this? 🤔 thanks ❤

Lol no theory but yes, based on obsevations, multiple examples in real life and art and nakshatra yoni pairings(and their positions on the wheel) saturn people are the best match for sun people.

Each saturn nakshatra is opposite a sun nakshatra and two of them are yoni consorts of sun nakshatras, with Uttara Bhadrapada and Uttara Phalguni being both opposite each other and yoni consorts (cow yonis). Krittika is the yoni match for Pushya (sheep/goat yonis), and Anuradha's yoni consort is Jyeshta(rabbit/deer yonis), while Uttara Ashadha (mongoose yoni) has no yoni consort.

All of the saturn and sun nakshatras, except Anuradha are warrior caste, so Anuradha is a bit different in nature, but tbh that does not make much of a difference.

The usual dynamic between them is often very fun to watch cause both of those planets are tough, stubborn and independent but in completely different ways. I have a post on Uttara Phalguni and Uttara Bhadrapada and how it usually plays out, with examples. Some of it is specific to cow yonis but mostly you can apply them to all and any saturn-sun nakshatra pair. With Anuradha, it's interesting that its yoni match Jyeshta is considered very solar and masculine in nature despite being a Mercury-ruled nakshatra, so it is different in Anuradha's case, but not really.

Sun is the natural self-expression of a person and represents the soul, the rational, the cerebral, the individual and the stable, masculine part. Saturn is the rules and the limitations that have to be accepted and followed perfectly that are necessary for life in the material(physical) world. The Sun is exalted in Ashwini, and debilitated in its opposite(and enemy) nakshatra Swati, where Saturn is exalted. Saturn is debilotated in another nakshatra opposite Swati_ Bharani, which comes right after Ashwini. Also, Suna nd Saturn are natural enemies. If you think of them that way, it might appear that all that tension will translate to enmity, and it does happen sometimes, but in the case of nakshatra rulerships, oftentimes Sun and Saturn people get along exeptionally well and have a unique dynamic that makes them a powerful team. One's strengths are the other's weaknesses, they balance each other out and they have a common ground where they both appreciate and respect each other and their boundaries(mostly after some time 😅). There will, almost certainly, always be tension between them but it usually grts channelled productively, and through love. If the Sun is indepedence, and Saturn is restriction and dependence, one cannot exist without the other. We define our individuality through restrictions and rules and we restrict and define(ourselves and others) based on who we are, so it's really a very iconic dynamic you asked about. 😄

Some tropes that their dynamic reminds me of:

Battle couple

Enemies to lovers

Partners in crime to lovers

Rivals to lovers

Thanks for asking! I love their dynamic. In hetero couples its kinda different(EDIT: I meant, it's different based on which planet type is which gender), but the overall vibe and the dynamic stays the same. They(sun and saturn individuals) really seem like opposite people until they actually interact and then they act like two almost identical bickering children while enjoying it 😭 they are very loyal, forgot to mention, probably the most loyal along with venus people, and very defensive. They might get offended if anyone tries to get involved in their "bickering"(flirting), it's just between them. I can confirm all of the above causse I'm a Sun girl(a venus girl, but with uttara phalguni ascendant) 😁

Anyways, glad you asked. If you have similar questions about other nakshatras it always helps to pay attention to little details about them, like, yoni animals, which planets are friends, neutral or enemies, nakshatra caste, planet exaltations and detriments, nakshatra nature, nakshatra placements at the zodiac wheel... and a lot of this comes from observing real life and art through the years, as well as from personal experience. I think you have to filer any information through your own lens and see for yourself, maybe you'll discover something new that others did not catch. I'm basically encouraging you to observe without pressure and have fun, and to fact check what others say for yourself. 🙂

[superfan44]

Why Sora Should be Treated the Same as Superman (An Opinion Piece)

As I get older, I'm able to look at various fictional characters more closely, understanding more about why they're so iconic. A few years ago, I gained a renewed interest in the Kingdom Hearts franchise, seeing why so many people love its story, characters, and of course, its crossover element with Disney and Final Fantasy. I want to take a little look at the franchise's main protagonist, Sora, shed a light on him if you will. I feel you could draw some similarities between him and the DC Comics hero Superman (aka Kal-El, aka Clark Kent).

Now, I know this may seem like an odd comparison to some of you, but personally, I think it does kind of make sense when you think about it. Obviously these two have very different personalities, backstories, powers, and motivations that drive them. However, both are kindhearted, optimistic heroes from humble beginnings, with a strong sense of justice and morality. Not to mention a desire to help others and do the right thing.

Their respective actions certainly speak for themselves on that front, as they each go about it in their own unique way. In the comic book All-Star Superman, one issue sees him fighting a group of lizard men invading from the Earth's core. Then, in another issue, we see him stop a depressed teenage girl from stepping off a building, giving her comfort and support. Yes, he's got super strength and godlike powers, but he's also considerate, compassionate, and gentle enough to offer a helping hand whenever needed. Superman is a hero who inspires the best in all of us. He is, as filmmaker James Gunn once put it, kindness in a world that sees kindness as old fashioned. Even though he lives on a planet he wasn't born on, he still aspires to bring hope to that planet, providing them a light to show the way. Krypton made him the man of steel, but Earth made him human.

There are moments in the Kingdom Hearts series where we see a bit of that kindness mirrored in Sora as well. One minute he would be cutting down Heartless with his keyblade, the next he'll be enjoying good times with his friends, old and new. Whether it's dancing around with Rapunzel in the Kingdom of Corona, visiting Winnie the Pooh and his pals in the 100 Acre Wood, or helping to make Boo laugh in Monstropolis. He protects the world order and fights against the forces of evil, but he's also having fun along the way. There's a playfulness to Sora, a big smile on his face that warms people up inside. He's a brave young man who can easily form connections with anyone he comes across. There are still hardships to face, but he perseveres through it, showing that deep down, there is a light that never goes out. Even when it seems like he's on the verge of giving up, his friends are there to inspire him and lift him back up, just as he had done for them. He follows his heart, which is, and has always been, his guiding key.

You could say that these similarities are due to the fact that Sora and Superman are very much archetypal heroes. Joseph Cambel's hero's journey cycle (which also heavily influenced Star Wars) can be seen in both of their respective journeys. Individuals from humble beginnings who venture out into the wide world ahead of them, encountering various allies, enemies, and obstacles along the way. The journey ultimately leads to the heroes gaining greater powers and becoming more than who they were before.

It's also worth noting that another thing Superman and Sora have in common is that sometimes they are both willing to take great risks in order to save the people that they love. In Superman: The Movie, the man of steel himself flies around the Earth at great speed, turning back time to save Lois Lane from an earthquake. In Kingdom Hearts 3, Sora uses the power of waking to bring back Kairi after her body was destroyed by Xehanort, sacrificing his own life in the process.

So, why do I bring all of this up? Because I believe that this is something that writers should keep in mind when tackling Sora, whether it's for fan fiction, comics, novels, etc. I've noticed this trend on the internet of people deconstructing the psychology of Sora and delving into the negative effects that his adventures have had on him. A few of them have even declared his optimism and playful smile as a form of "toxic positivity". While it does seem like an interesting idea, I feel like it's causing people to forget about why they love him in the first place. In some cases, there are those who end up going too far with that notion.

Not long ago, I stumbled upon a Kingdom Hearts fan fiction story titled Keys to the Kingdom. Basically, it reads as an alternate universe reimagining of the events of Kingdom Hearts 3. Even though it was well written, this version of the story gets extremely dark, depressing, and cynical. Not only that, but it also mistreats Sora in a somewhat disturbing way, portraying him as a tortured and tormented soul. While his arc in this does prove to be compelling at times, it was still very jarring, making for an overall unpleasant experience. The fic seemed to be so focused on beating this character down, so intent on having him suffer throughout, that it ends up losing sight of what makes him so endearing and likable. Or, to borrow a quote from the young keyblade wielder himself:

"You're so caught up in finding the shadows, you forgot about the light that cast them."

This doesn't feel too out of place with the "evil Superman" trend that was around for a period of time. The video game Injustice is a prime example of this, as it depicts Superman as a merciless dictator of a fascist regime, who rules with an iron fist and shows no compassion towards crime or his enemies. Even other creations like Homelander from The Boys and Omni-Man from Invincible are representations of this idea since they are basically evil Superman-types. Admittedly, I do give those two a little more leeway since they were made specifically for the stories they came from. They are not directly related to Superman other than having similar powers. Although this concept can be fun to tackle with an original character, I don't think it feels right to try to do it with the genuine article himself. That's not really who he is.

When making the first Superman movie back in 1978, director Richard Donner took it upon himself to do the big blue boy scout justice. He didn’t want the material to be treated with disrespect, nor to be seen as a joke. There's a word he used to emphasize this as a top priority: "verisimilitude". For those unfamiliar, the basic definition of it is the appearance of being true and real. Not only was that word hung up on the wall above Donner's office (which it was), but it also established the mission statement that many of the great superhero movies made in the years since then have followed:

Be truthful, honor the source material, believe in it, take it seriously.

This is the type of mindset that should be adopted by anyone who adapts any kind of preexisting work, especially when it comes to something like Kingdom Hearts. If you want a good example of how to write Sora in a way that showcases how great he is while also being faithful to who he is, there's another fan fiction story titled Starbound, created by my friend @skygent. An anthology with an overarching narrative mixed in, it uses the setup of Sora's disappearance at the end of Kingdom Hearts 3 as a way to examine the impact that he's had on all of his friends and allies. In a deeper, meta sense, it offers an analysis of the connection that fans of the franchise itself have formed with him.

The stuff that has been written so far for this fic is absolutely amazing. In fact, it's what led to my renewed interest in Kingdom Hearts in the first place. It has pretty much what you would want in a story like this one. Balancing a sense of scale, mystery, and adventure, but also quiet reflection. Offering some fun little twists, but still retaining the core essence of what the source material is all about. Through this story, we see various characters (including some not featured in the games) learning of and reacting to Sora's disappearance, remembering their encounters with him in the past. Some of them are even inspired to try and figure out where he is, willing to doing whatever it takes to help find him and bring him back home. Here, they demonstrate just how much he means to them, just as they all do to him.

To be clear, I'm not saying that Sora should stay exactly the same. In a series like Kingdom Hearts, we want to see those characters grow and evolve. With the things that Sora has experienced throughout the series, and with where we will find him at in Kingdom Hearts 4, it'll be interesting to see where he goes next. At the same time though, we also should remind ourselves that people love this character for a reason. As this young hero embarks on his newest adventure, he shouldn't lose what makes him who he is as a person. Instead of pulling him apart, I think Sora is someone who deserves to be celebrated. To be treated with dignity and respect, just as Donner did for the last son of Krypton. In the same way we've celebrated Superman over the years for what he stands for and represents, Sora should also be recognized in an equally similar way. Their respective core values and good morals, all the stuff that makes them heroes. It's these things that turned them into pop culture icons who remain with us to this day. It's why they will continue to be icons in the foreseeable future.

Two beacons, shining bright in the darkness. Never forget that.

[sleepytwilight]

I have a fun idea lmao

Imagine arcana twilight cast react to mc who's is an aggressive fighter lmao.

This remind me of that request about Bakugou Katsuki as Summoner.

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤

He did not expect for you to actual manage to kill the lizard monster with your bare hand.

Summoning him was a pure mistake because you already killed the monster-

You mistook Arcturus for a kidnapper and almost hit him but Arcturus knocked you out of self defense

Self defense is important kids-

Good thing he managed to calm you down when you arrived at academy

Trust me Arcturus supervised you almost everyday, please don't get into any fights-

And you got into fights.

At least you get rid of monsters-

𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒

My guy was disappointed in 69 languages-

Well at least he put a good use on your strength by letting you go to missions.

Please stop getting into fights though, Spica is considering his life decisions.

At least you get along with Queen Tet- Okay you need to stop kidnap Pollux just because he's look like he needed to he protected.

He get concern why you fight so aggressively so he put you into fighting lessons by Vega.

It works but it doesn't stop that habit of yours on biting people's ears.

Seriously why?

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩

He wonders why the hell you keep on kidnapping him everytime you lay your eyes on him then snuggled with him.

He's not complaining- he actually like being like this.

Okay he should complain when you bit off some students ears that made fun of him.

Jk he didn't complain and cheering you on until Arcturus came then he pretended he was about to stop you

Pollux wonder if he put you and Alpheratz in the same room, what will happen.

He did put you and Alpheratz in the same room to see what happens 💀

𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕫

Alpheratz didn't get pay enough for this, he was planning to live like a slacker because Spica seems don't assign him to babysit you.

Of course Pollux was the one who did it-

You keep on challenging Alpheratz into a fight, he doesn't want to and keep on ignoring you.

Well you get tired from yelling at him for a fight, he pulled you closed to him and you both take a nap

Pollux got detention from Spica for locking Alpheratz in a room

Alpheratz could easily escape though, he chose not too-

𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤

He said something that instantly stop you from fighting.

The committee guide members are grateful but curious what the hell Sirius said to you.

We will never know-

Jk he promised to turn into your favorite animal, you really could use an animal support-

Anyway Sirius enjoy your unpredictable decision, seriously why did you punch a student nose then throw them out of window.

how???

He doesn't really care if the student die, less student, less problem they say

𝕍𝕖𝕘𝕒

He got Vietnam flashbacks

You guys were childhood friends, of course he know how to tame you.

Okay but he used to tried to copy you when he was little because he thought you're cool. You still cool but you need to stop fight people like boar.

He asked you what does it taste when you bit off someone ear, you never answer him-

Well he didn't like the way you fight, you need to learn more. You can't always depend on your fist and teeth.

He sometimes asked himself whether it's a good decision to let you use a sword.

At least you make missions easier and both of you can enjoy your little date.

[investmentassistant]

Discovering and developing your hidden talents

Everyone has hidden talents waiting to be discovered and developed. Often, these talents lie dormant, overshadowed by the demands of daily life or by a lack of confidence. However, uncovering and nurturing these abilities can lead to personal fulfillment and even career success. This article will guide you through the process of identifying your hidden talents and offer strategies for developing them.

Identifying your hidden talents

The first step in discovering your hidden talents is self-reflection. Take some time to think about activities that you enjoy and excel at, even if they seem trivial. Talents often manifest in the things we find ourselves naturally drawn to. For example, if you find joy in organizing events or gatherings, you may have a talent for planning and coordination. Similarly, if you often help friends solve problems, you might have a knack for critical thinking or mediation.

Another way to identify your hidden talents is to seek feedback from others. Sometimes, the people around us can see our strengths more clearly than we can. Ask friends, family, or colleagues what they think you’re good at. They might point out talents you’ve overlooked, like your ability to stay calm under pressure or your talent for storytelling. Often, these insights can reveal hidden abilities that you may not have recognized in yourself.

Exploring new interests and activities

Once you’ve identified potential hidden talents, it’s important to explore and develop them further. This can be done by engaging in new activities or revisiting old hobbies. For instance, if you suspect you have a talent for writing, try keeping a journal, starting a blog, or even taking a creative writing class. By diving into these activities, you’ll be able to gauge your skills and see how they develop over time.

Don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zone. Trying new things is an essential part of discovering talents you didn’t know you had. If you’ve never painted before, sign up for a painting class. If you’ve always wanted to learn a musical instrument, now might be the perfect time to start. The key is to experiment and keep an open mind—you might surprise yourself with what you can do.

Developing your talents

Once you’ve identified and begun exploring your hidden talents, the next step is to actively develop them. This requires dedication and a willingness to improve. Set aside time each day or week to practice your talent. For example, if you’ve discovered a talent for cooking, make it a habit to try new recipes or techniques regularly. Practice not only hones your skills but also builds confidence in your abilities.

Additionally, consider seeking out resources to help you grow. Books, online courses, and workshops can provide valuable knowledge and techniques to refine your talents. For example, if you’re working on developing a talent for public speaking, you might take a course on communication skills or join a group like Toastmasters. These resources can offer structured learning and opportunities for feedback, which are crucial for growth.

Overcoming challenges in talent development

As you work on developing your hidden talents, you may encounter challenges or setbacks. It’s important to remember that talent development is a journey, and it’s normal to face obstacles along the way. One common challenge is self-doubt—wondering if you’re really good enough to pursue a particular talent. When these thoughts arise, remind yourself that everyone starts somewhere, and improvement comes with time and practice.

Another challenge might be finding the time to nurture your talents, especially if you have a busy schedule. In this case, it’s essential to prioritize your talents and make time for them, even if it’s just a few minutes each day. You can also look for ways to integrate your talents into your daily routine. For example, if you’re developing a talent for photography, you could carry your camera with you and take photos during your lunch break or while commuting.

Celebrating progress and setting new goals

As you develop your hidden talents, it’s important to celebrate your progress. Recognizing your achievements, no matter how small, can boost your motivation and encourage you to keep going. Take time to reflect on how far you’ve come and the skills you’ve gained. This will not only increase your confidence but also help you identify areas for further growth.

Once you’ve reached a certain level of proficiency, set new goals for yourself. These goals could involve mastering a specific technique, creating a project, or even turning your talent into a side hustle. For instance, if you’ve developed a talent for graphic design, you might aim to create a portfolio or start freelancing. Setting new goals ensures that you continue to challenge yourself and keep your talents sharp.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Settling Down (Peter Parker x Percy Jackson x Dick Grayson x Reader)

Requested by @jayfeather965 for Short fic request! Moving to the Pokémon world with Dick, Peter, and Percy?

A slight modification in that we're assuming they're already in the Pokemon world, and helping you choose your first Pokemon/general headcanons about them with Pokemon. Dick has a Lucario that he taught Acrobatics. Peter has a Pikachu that knows Electroweb. And Percy has a Dewott.

With the three loves of your life being lifelong Pokemon trainers, it may be surprising to some that you have never had one.

But you've never had the time, or the room, or inclination.

But with two vigilantes and a demigod as your partners, now you have all three.

Your apartment, a floor-through space, though technically Dick owns the whole building, is Pokemon friendly and accommodating. Percy uses the water room for training along with his Dewott, which is way more disciplined than he is - though sometimes they train with Dick and his Lucario in the gym area. There's a lab for Peter's experiments where his Pikachu helps expend its excess energy by producing the electricity for his machines when not utilizing the solar power grid.

But, since it's a chill day before you've asked your partners to help you actually find a Pokemon, you decide to see if they have any final advice.

Peter and Pikachu

Peter got his Pokemon the conventional way, from a Pokemon Professor.

He was a shy kid, and his Pikachu helped him come out of his shell, so to speak, mainly because it was so outgoing.

And quick to electrocute his bullies.

Getting his superpowers was, pun intended, quite a shock.

But now he finally had the strength and the speed to keep up with his zippy little friend. He could swing around New York with his little buddy zipping along like a lightning strike.

It was probably that that cemented their relationship.

They looked out for each other, developed new techniques, and perhaps most crucially, finally exhausted the little mouse of its boundless energy.

So with a much calmer and less aggressive companion, Peter and his Pokemon seem at peace.

When you find him, he's in his lab, and his Pikachu is playfully bouncing sparks around in the little wire cage they use to expend the surplus electricity.

"Hey! Excited about tomorrow, babe?" Peter chirps, grinning at you.

"Yeah. Just... trying to see if there's any last minute tips you have."

"Well... don't count out a Pokemon just because they seem too different from you. Pikachu and I get along so well, but we were so different at first. It took a while to realize how much it likes napping on me, even if it makes my hair stand up, haha."

Moves - Electroweb, Quick Attack, Electro Ball, Magnet Rise (speedy moves + floating to easier maneuver with Peter)

Dick and Lucario

Dick only got his Lucario from Bruce. It was an egg that hatched into a Riolu.

Bruce had been endeavoring to help Dick learn some responsibility.

So Dick raised the thing from a Riolu pup, taking care of it. A task he took to like a fish to water.

At first, he didn't want to take the Pokemon out with him on patrol, knowing it'd be in danger.

But one day he came home injured, and the worried Riolu sat with him all night, working so hard on something.

When Dick awoke, he realized his Pokemon had evolved. And not only that, it had learned Heal Pulse to try to help him.

Dick felt so bonded with his Pokemon then, and they began to work together, even on patrol.

So they trained together, with Dick's style even helping his Lucario learn a move it ordinarily couldn't - Acrobatics.

Dick trusts his Pokemon partner with his life, and it him - so much so that it rarely, if ever, is in its Ball. It tends to just chill in its own space.

"Your Pokemon tend to teach you as much as you teach them. Don't think about what a Pokemon can do for you at first - instead, just focus on feeling that starting connection. You're finding a friend for life."

Moves - Acrobatics, Heal Pulse, Aura Sphere, Bone Rush

Percy and Dewott

Percy caught his Oshawott in Montauk - perhaps it was sent to him by Poseidon.

Unlike Dick or Peter, his Pokemon tends to be a lot different than him - instead of strengthening what he knows, it covers some of his deficiencies.

His Pokemon is both more childlike than him, and more disciplined.

Which means it tends to help him him relax when he needs to, and urges him to train and focus when he should.

Meanwhile he can be the midpoint between its playful and focused moods.

When it became a Dewott, they made the choice to have its scalchops edged with Celestial bronze, and it helps destroy monsters with as much aplomb as Percy does.

They have both made the decision together not to evolve it further, as Dewott likes to be able to use tools.

Of the three, Percy tends to use his Poke Ball the most to take care of his Dewott. It's a quick way to get it out of danger, and Percy doesn't like when it wanders off.

He'll have it stored in his Poke Ball in public, usually, and unleashes it to battle or at home for leisure.

You encounter Percy listening to music and chuckling as the Dewott tries to dance.

"You can't worry about it all that much." Percy says to you with a smile when you ask for advice. "Your Pokemon will choose you just as much as you choose it. They're not just pets, they're partners too."

Moveset: Razor Shell, X-Scissor, Icy Wind, Air Slash

At the end of it all, you feel pretty excited at the prospect of finding a Pokemon of your own.

Dick has reminded you to focus on the connection, and not the potential capabilities of a partner.

Peter has told you to keep an open mind.

And Percy has reminded you that it's a two-way process.

With all these tips, your anxiety is mostly calmed.

And of course, it's forgotten before bedtime when Dick playfully lines up their Pokemon and makes them "promise" to make your new buddy feel at home.

Pikachu chirrups playfully, Dewott nods seriously, and Lucario crosses its arms and holds one paw out, trying to do a thumbs up.

And you just know that no matter what happens, your new friend will be coming to a great home...

[crossguild]

i will preface this by saying that i LOVE buggy, he is a character that i'm always delighted to see on a page and i find him funny charismatic and entertaining and even sometimes sympathetic. but some parts of the fandom have completely lost the plot with buggy.

the thing is that everything that has ever happened to buggy is self-inflicted because he's a greedy, conniving little shit who abandons people at the drop of a hat. people seem to have forgotten that the reason he lost his ability to swim and became a devil fruit user is because he volunteered to eat the fruit when no one else wanted it, but rather than actually eat it as he claimed to want to do, he tried to sneak it away so he could sell it for personal gain, along with the treasure map that he hid away from his crew.

if he hadn't tried to hide that fact from shanks, he wouldn't have been startled into eating it and if he weren't such a treasure-obsessed little clown, he wouldn't have jumped overboard for that map and he wouldn't have needed shanks to save him.

in loguetown, shanks made a decision to hold off on going after the one piece and even invited buggy to join his crew! he did not on any level betray, hurt, or otherwise harm buggy, who decided that his own ambition and self-esteem issues were somehow shanks's problem to resolve for him. the one who abandoned his childhood friend on the most traumatic day (thus far) of their lives was buggy! shanks does not even owe him the time of day, much less an apology.

shanks does not think about buggy at ALL. whitebeard thought more about buggy and shanks than shanks thinks about buggy and shanks. shanks's reaction to being asked about buggy was oh yeah we split up and haven't talked since. i think he's still a pirate?

when they met up again at marineford, shanks gave absolutely ZERO shits about buggy and the first thing he did was manipulate him into giving luffy his hat. zero great pirates take buggy seriously, as they shouldn't, because he's a pathetic loser clown. if anything, shanks is completely confident of buggy's ability to lie, steal and bluff his way to prominence, which is the only thing he deserves any amount of respect for.

buggy has had numerous opportunities to make a compassionate, kind choice and he has rejected every single one of them in favor of being a self-serving, greedy bastard. and the thing is i don't even hold that against him-- i'm sure the pirate king's crew did nothing to discourage a pirate from being a self-centered survivalist. it takes a lot of strength to be a kind pirate, which i don't think anyone would blame buggy for not having. i LOVE that buggy succeeds by being the very essence of a PIRATE.

but all of buggy's problems are buggy-made!!! the fact that this is repeatedly emphasized in the series isn't a mistake by oda, buggy is very deliberately an unsympathetic loser because he fucking sucks! that's the appeal! if anyone holds the genuine belief that shanks is in any way at fault for buggy's terrible life choices, they have fallen for the clown's lies. shanks has made a LOT of bad decisions in his life but none of them are buggy-related. every time i see an essay about how buggy was deeply wronged by the people around him (especially shanks) i just think of those guys from impel down going like 'OHHHH OUR LORD AND SAVIOR BUGGY... HE'S SO NOBLE AND POWERFUL... HE IS THE SUN AND THE SKY HE IS EVERYTHING' like please 😭

but obviously i don't control what people do or how they engage with canon or characters or whatever. its just incredible to see. casting him as more sympathetic or having been wronged by others in some way is missing the point entirely. he's a guy who was given EVERY opportunity to succeed and he simply decided to suck so so so much instead and he STILL manages to fail up. it's HYSTERICAL.

[gayhoediaz]

laughing while kissing, please

of course sweet jess, here you go mwah 💕✨

1.6k | first kiss prompts

The somewhat steady rhythm of Buck’s punches echoes, disturbing the otherwise peaceful silence of a dark firehouse at two am.

“You can do a little bit better than that, come on - put your back into it,” Eddie teases, and Buck takes a beat to shift his attention up to his face, quirking an eyebrow.

All of the lights are off - it doesn’t make much sense seeing as the bunkroom is closed off, so despite how bright the ceiling lights are, they could absolutely flip them on without fear of waking anybody. They haven’t, though - there’s something about this. Something about the privacy of the darkness, with his best friend - whether they’re drinking coffee, or watching a movie, or working out - it’s relaxing, somehow.

Not that he’s ever taken them for granted, but he’s come to treasure these moments even more since the strike - these moments of peace. These lulls in the hectic, endless treadmill that is life. Not only with Eddie - but with everyone he loves.

Regardless of the darkness, though, there is more than enough city light pouring in through the windows for Buck to see exactly where he’s aiming his punches - along with the way in which Eddie is grinning at him. A confident, but playful curve settled on his lips.

“Oh, yeah?” Buck asks, dropping his arms to hang limp by his sides, only for a second - allowing a short beat of rest. Eddie nods once, and squares back up, positioning the focus mitts.

“Gotta get you back into shape. Show me what you got. I can take it,” Eddie promises, and once again, Buck finds himself raising an eyebrow, as he delivers a more powerful blow to one of the mitts.

“Yeah?” he asks, already feeling his cheeks ache with the grin on his face. “You can take it, huh?” he grunts as he delivers another one, and then a third and a fourth and a fifth - Eddie, of course, holds his own, the focus mitt right there to meet Buck’s glove on each punch.

“What, you don’t trust me?” Eddie teases, and though Buck isn’t looking at his face, far too focused on the targets, the happy, teasing tone pours through his tone strongly enough to have a short chuckle slipping out through Buck’s lips as he takes the next swing.

“I trust you,” Buck grunts as the vinyl glove meets the mitt once again. “Just think you’re-“Another swing. “-underestimating me.”

“I’m correctly estimating you, trust me,” Eddie immediately shoots back, and Buck’s peripheral vision catches the ever growing bright grin on his face.

“You asked for it,” Buck shrugs finally, and takes a sharper swing, and then a second one. He’s not putting in all of his strength the way he would on a bag, of course - but he ramps it up far beyond what he normally allows when he’s aiming for focus mitts.

Eddie, once again, holds his own - granted, they slowly but surely start to stumble across the gym floor, little by little - Eddie having to move a foot back to brace himself on a handful of swings - regardless, he’s still right there to meet Buck. Just like he always is.

“There we go, see? You’ll be back in shape in no time,” Eddie teases, and Buck chuckles through his breathless grunts.

“I’m already in shape, you dick,” he points out, and Eddie laughs as he meets another swing.

Buck’s swings grow stronger. They continue laughing together, talking shit back and forth - teasing insults dripping in a lot more fondness than either of them are willing to admit.

There’s been more of his lately. Lightness. Bubbly, silly happiness.

They have always joked around together, of course, but something seems to have shifted in the past few weeks - or perhaps even in the past year.

Little by little, it’s as if they have started… healing. Individually. And because of that, sometimes it feels as if their relationship has healed too - if something never broken is able to be healed.

There is just so much happiness going around lately. In so many ways.

With each comment out of their mouths, with each swing of Buck’s fist, the bubbly feeling merely increases - and soon it ceases to be an actual work out, and heads into the territory of two grown men, stumbling across the floor, laughing like children - Buck’s punches growing more and more half-hearted the more Eddie makes him laugh.

“That’s so fucking mean,” he chuckles - giggles, actually.

“I’m just helping-“ Eddie starts to defend himself - but suddenly he’s cut off, rapidly losing balance - his ankle somehow catching Buck’s in the process, pulling him along.

Buck doesn’t even realize what’s happening until they’re on the floor - well, the mat - which ultimately, is the true villain in the story - the thick, padded vinyl far too easy to trip over.

They grunt in unison, Buck’s breath immediately knocked out of him - and Eddie’s likely more so, seeing as he falls back onto the mat, and is immediately trapped there by Buck’s entire weight.

“Shit,” Buck curses under his breath, his sweaty forehead pressed against the mat beside Eddie’s head.

“Ah, we had that coming,” Eddie points out, still breathless in that particular way that suggests he just got the wind knocked out of him.

A beat passes.

Then Eddie’s chest starts to rumble beneath his own. And Buck doesn’t think there is anything more contagious than Eddie’s laughter - so a mere second later, he’s joining in - and contagious laughter, such as it is, never ceases to infect. It simply bounces back and forth, growing and growing.

By the time Buck picks his face up off the mat to look down at Eddie, they’re giggling - keeping it down as much as possible, but they’re giggling. Soft, uncontrollable, high pitched giggles - probably not too far from the sounds they would make if they were asked to imitate Jee’s laugh.

It’s one of those moments when they can’t even remember what they thought was funny to begin with - and it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter because the swoop in Buck’s stomach is so fiercely intense - it feels as if he’s at the top of a rollercoaster, about to be dropped - but there’s no real fear in it - only excitement. Happiness. Genuine, giddy, happiness. It’s happening a lot lately.

It doesn’t matter because Eddie is looking up at him, and the streetlights outside bleed just enough light for Buck to see the way in which his eyes glitter like the sea in the moonlight. Clear and beautiful. Just enough for him to see the wide stretch of his grin as they continue to spill quiet giggles like they’re secrets to be kept between them and them alone.

It doesn’t matter because they’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, and they probably smell like it too - and by now one of them should be scrunching their nose and making a comment about how they should head for the showers - but when Buck finally manages to control his laughter, that’s not what he ends up saying.

“Told you I could take you.” That’s what he says - the breathless raspy whisper weighing the words down to be even heavier than they already are.

Eddie’s eyes glitter with amusement - with affection.

“To tell you a secret Buck, I never actually doubted that,” he admits, voice soft as he somehow seems to… relax back against the mat.

Then Buck feels him shift, his legs spreading.

It doesn’t feel decidedly sexual - it just feels… intimate. It feels like an invitation. I’m comfortable with you here. You’re welcome here. You’re allowed to be close to me, on top of me, in my space - anytime. But much like Eddie did with his house all of those years ago - the invitation doesn’t feel like a big deal. He’s just… making Buck feel at home. You don’t have to be here, but I am going to make it explicitly clear that you’re certainly not unwanted.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t take you too,” Eddie adds then, and Buck raises an eyebrow, clicking his tongue playfully.

“Oh, you think so, huh?”

Eddie nods once, placing a playful frown in between his eyebrows to display just how serious he is - although it only lasts a second before they both break, their grins back on their faces, another few giggles slipping out into the silence.

Buck doesn’t know which one of them is moving - it must be him, because the back of Eddie’s head stays pressed against the mat - but he doesn’t do it on purpose.

It feels like they’re magnets - each warm, stupid giggle drawing their faces closer together.

In the end, there’s no drumroll. There are no faded smiles and intense, questioning eye contact. There’s no prolonged pause.

Their first kiss is not dramatic. Their first kiss doesn’t taste of genuine beer, or Bobby’s extravagant lasagna recipe, or desperation.

Their first kiss tastes of sweat and childlike, giddy happiness.

From the moment Buck slides his lips over Eddie’s, their smiles merely grow.

It’s not smooth - Buck is still wearing his clumsy boxing gloves, and Eddie the focus mitts; they’re still allowing the occasional giggle to bubble up out of their throats and slip into each other’s mouths - and their grins are stretched far beyond what is reasonable for an objectively good kiss.

Objectively, it shouldn’t be a good kiss - but Buck can feel it all the way down into his toes, and up to the hair follicles at the very top of his head - and god damn it, if it’s not the most magical thing he’s ever experienced.

If they’re not the most magical thing he’s ever experienced.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

So I may have gone down a rabbit hole a while back and figured out some fun facts behind the meanings and origins of each card suit and the Heartslabyul boys fit somewhat well into them??

Like Hearts = emotion (Ace is the only one who’s dated, and may or may not be smitten for Yuu’

Spades = weapons + soldiers (Deuce’s delinquent era where he got into fights + his diligence now)

Clubs = the common folk (Trey has a whole vignette talking about how he’s the most normal person at NRC + a normal-ish life compared to the others)

Diamonds = superficial wealth (Cater is very superficial outwardly and hardly lets anything break his ice)

A couple of those might be off but I still think it’s super interesting!

"Gone down a rabbit hole"? I see what you did there--

There's actually lore from the Magical Archives which states that the dorm leader determines which card suit each student is! This led me to speculate how the dorm leader determines which suit to bestow and if the suits themselves have any additional meaning. (If you're interested in reading more, you can find that post here!) I didn't realize that the suits also had some kind of common meaning irl too?? Something I mentioned in that other post is that I think of Alice in Borderland, which categorizes games of life or death by suits, with hearts being games of trust, spades being games of physical ability, clubs being games of cooperation, and diamonds being games of intelligence. Those, too, also kind of fit in with the ideas you brought up.

Deuce definitely fits the bill due to his physical strength and penchant for throwing hands when his old habits get the better of him. Trey's the "normal guy" of the group (which he emphasizes on multiple occasions, especially around Rook; ie Endless Halloween Night, Happy Beans Day, etc.) and is usually the peacemaker responsible for calming Riddle down (ie he wants everyone to "get along"). Then we have Cater, who comes from a reasonably well-off family (his dad is a banker), and seemingly acts very shallow and superficial (particularly when it comes to Magicam). However, he's also shown to be socially savvy and knows how to use others' perception of him to his advantage to get them to do what they want; Cater's very intelligent in that sense!

The only one I would somewhat debate with you on is Ace?? It's not that I disagree about him being emotional, it's moreso the reason presented for it. Yes, he's the only one who has dated before but compared to the reasoning given for the other Heartslabyul boys, that's such a small part of his character to warrant it defining his heart suit. Whether or not Ace has a crush on Yuu is left to personal interpretation; I'd rather not make assumptions about the nature of his feelings, as not all players will align with it (thereby making the evidence shaky). Rather, I feel like the source of Ace's "heart" and emotion comes down to his earnestness.

Ace isn't afraid to tell it like it is! That's a key component of his personality--time and time again, he calls people out because he feels passionately about his own stance. Ace slaps some sense into a ghost bride's deluded ideas about romance and the ideal prince, calls his own dorm leader a tyrant, and even tells Malleus (one of the top 5 strongest mages in the WORLD) off for the dumb, dangerous prank he pulled on Halloween night. Of course, this bluntness also lands Ace in trouble with those he offends (which can sometime also include his own friends; recall that Ace often insults Deuce and Yuu, sometimes more playfully and sometimes slightly meaner), but the fact remains that this is an essential part of who he is. While I wouldn't say Ace is as emotional of a person as like... Kalim, he's still emotional in his own way. Ace is just a person who speaks his opinion even when no one asked for it or wanted it! You may even say he speaks from the "heart" (albeit in an unconventional way)!

Anyway...!! Riddle's so lucky to have such troublesome reliable card soldiers by his side! They're such besties 🥰

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

do the cats have any like. things with bugs? like symbolism or stories?

Ants - Ants, due to their strength in numbers, are seen as very good friends and an example as to why working in teams in a good thing. A single ant can hardly move anything, but an entire team of ants can move huge pieces of food! The Ant- prefix is supposed to inspire the thought of a cat who is a team player, someone who works well with others. The ancient cat Antcloud of Riverclan, Cloudberry's brother, was known as a friendly cat to all. Antpelt's mother named him Antkit in hopes he'd make lots of friends...

Ladybugs - These little critters are actually associated heavily with motherhood! It is said that if a pregnant Queen sees a ladybug with many spots, the queen will have many kittens! If the ladybug does not have many spots, they will not have many kittens. Superstitious cats believe in it, like Brightheart, where cats who don't, like Cloudtail, tend to just think they're pretty. Ladybug is a very, very rare prefix, seen in ancient times with an underaged Shadowclan apprentice, Ladybugpaw. He is demoted back to Ladybugkit, and his future name was Ladybugfur.

Praying Mantis - These tough bugs (seriously I'm pretty sure fear is a foreign concept to these things) are seen pretty differently by each Clan. To Shadowclan, they are a snack, albeit a more bizarre one, often paired with roasted poultry and spicy Juniper berries. To Riverclan, they're a sign that the meadow in their Lake territory is healthy! Before that, they were mysterious, seen more like spirits than anything, and a sign that Starclan was watching the land by bringing its grass blades to life. To Windclan, they are valued for their resilience, and their willingness to battle despite size... It's relatable to them! If Windclan had movies, they'd be the underdog hero.

Grasshoppers - Snacks! Food! Yummy! Favorite food of Featherpelt, who loves frying some up and dipping them in blood gravy. Oh yeah... We use cooking too, but MUCH more recent in Clan history! Riverclan turns up their noses though, they refuse to eat them, but Shadowclan cats will slather them in vinegar. Grasshopper in general are associated with an old story, one that only Skyclan knows now from their old days. Their very first leader learned how to jump from a large Grasshopper, but when it tried to take her place as leader of Skyclan, she jumped high and swatted it off the high branch, breaking it into lots of little Grasshopper babies. Grasshoppers now have no idea what happened, but catching them is still a point of pride!

Snails (I know they're not bugs but you try telling cats that) - Snails! Their shells are collectible, and sometimes a very hot commodity in Shadowclan and Skyclan! There are stories of giant snails that cats can ride the shells of, and paint with pigments, meaning little painted shells are worth even MORE. The name Snail is meant to inspire peace and thoughtfulness.

Clams/Muscles - Riverclan food! Lots of Riverclan Cats learn to dive down into the river and part of the ocean when they take trips down there, all with the hopes to grab some yummy creature (and hopefully find a pearl!). Cats guard the ones they catch, and they're heavily prized for the possibility that they may hold a pearl. There are Legends about hunting parties that managed to save Riverclan from starting to death by diving down into the depths of the river to grab lots of them. Part of Riverclan mythology is the legend of a gigantic clam that resides in the river that an ancient Leopardclan warrior stashed a giant rainbow coloured pearl inside of to guard...

Crabs (also yes I know) - Beach bugs! A very lovely treat that cats will go to Sundrown Place to get along with salt! Just make sure to bring a basket, so you don't get pinched! Berrynose finds this one out the hard way. They're a delightful food and they're shells and pincers are often kept and traded! Riverclan has now become the lovers of all seafood, and will trade you whatever you like in return for a big crab.

Flies - Flighty around others, but brave enough to withstand sickness, often mate with those huge roaring dragons in the sky! Helpful as well, they point out sick prey or rotting meat. Cherryfall named Flykit the way she did because she feels that they're incredibly important, and wanted her tiny daughter to feel special. Flystar of Skyclan was Honor Titled the name Fly- for their ability to pick our bad prey, saving the Clan from a major outbreak during a very dark time when every other Clan was experiencing a Plague.

Dragonflies - Seen as the gorgeous offspring between flies and Dragons (airplanes) due to their shape, they're associated with grace, beauty, still water, and growing plants. There are however, stories of Dragonflies managing to become massive beasts, joining their dragon parent in the sky... Dragonfly from the Kin gets a huge reputation boost for being cool because of it.

Beetles - Icewing's favorite creature, if you let her, she'll talk your ear off about how pretty they are, their lovely smooth shells, how much she loves the ones with horns... All that. They are seen as very beautiful by the Clans, and I'm pretty sure some apprentices keep beetles in little hideouts to watch them... Or make the horned ones fight because kids will be kids. Icewing and Mintwhisker were big fans of beetle fights, and named Beetlewhisker after the beetles they bonded over as apprentices.

Worms - Lot of different opinions! Though, Thunderclan has a very very sore spot concerning worms. You'll have to forgive them, they're not the type to let things go. Since the move to the lake, things have gotten better, but stories about The Great Hunger are still cause for many cats to very much dislike worms. They'll happily trade them off to Riverclan. Bait in exchange for duck feathers and the occasional egg.

Speaking of, Riverclan LOVE worms. Not to eat, no, but for bait! Not many fish can resist a wiggly worm!

To Windclan, they're kinda seen as annoying. I'm borrowing Tunnelbuns from Bonefall, and a worm getting into your tunnelbun is the WORST.

For Shadowclan, many apprentices try and catch them to put them in frog-filled areas to fatten up frogs for an easier future catch. Doesn't always work, but it keeps them entertained and it's fun to watch!

Crickets - The snack you dare your friends to try. Cool! Weird! A bug that SINGS! Myths linger about a cricket that managed to learn to speak, and gave a sign from Starclan to an old Lionclan cat to save his leader. Cricket songs are enjoyed heavily, and Crickets going quiet is cause for deep concern. It happens right before the Great Battle. The silence is still a... Tough to talk about moment.

Spiders - Skyclan and The Forest Four have very different views!

To the Forest Four, Spiders have a bit of a tough rep. They're eeire, but the cobwebs they make are so, so useful. Plenty of cats have a fear of spiders, such as Cloudtail, Owlwhisker, and Mossyfoot. They're seen as very pragmatic, and Spiderleg was named for his very spider-y body, but also his will to live, and his strength, especially when he was a tiny kitten, and needed his extra leg amputated due to the pain it was causing.

To Skyclan: A tragic symbol of the final leader of old Skyclan. Spiderstar made the final call, like a dying mother spider, to cast off remaining cats of Skyclan out into the Twolegplace. They are seen as beautiful, intelligent, and protective. Spiderstar is often called upon for a blessing when a cat goes on a quest, in hopes they will still come home afterwards. Pebbleshine frequently prays to her, as does Violetshine. They both love spiders as a result.

Ticks - Bad! Awful! Makes cats sick! Hurts and itches! These things caused a terrible Plague during the Homebrew story Wishstar's Abyss, and she used the cover of the sickness to poison the current leader. They need to be dealt with ASAP. Removed with prey bones or carved sticks, mouse bile is a Shadowclan exclusive seasoning once cooking is discovered.

Bees - Seen as less of a threat than their Wasp counterparts, but still creatures to be a bit weary about! They do not take kindly to stealing. The Legend of The Bee is very similar to the old myth in our world about them! A large bee presented Starclan with sweet honey, and Starclan was thankful. When Starclan asked the bee how she managed to make enough to share with everyone, the bee laughed and stated she would attack anyone who tried, that Starclan cats were lucky to have gotten a taste. Starclan cursed the bee, while she was given an incredible weapon to defend herself, it would kill her if used. Since you're able to harvest from bees without getting stung (so long as you remain calm) the Bee name is often associated with quieter, more strategic cats.

Bumblebees - These are seen as SIMILAR to bees, but not quite! They do still sting, but how could something so differently shaped and so very fuzzy be the actual same thing? They're also called Bumbles, making Bumble a suitable prefix (not that it wasn't already from Bumblestripe!) Shadowclan celebrates a Bumblebee Festival, where many Pollen rich flowers are gathered and placed in the middle of camp to attract bumbles near the end of Greenleaf!

Wasps/Hornets - These are actually seen as the same thing! Just different ranking. Since it's known that bees swarm, the Clan cats see these as higher ranked bees. Think apprentices vs warriors. Same THING, different rank. Waspwhisker's name is an indication of his strength in battle (and in being a good tracker, hence the suffix).

[picafreesita]

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When my head touched the pillow in an instant, the morning light arrived…

Exactly, it was already daylight.

I quickly got up, looked around, next to me I had Sally and Julie peacefully asleep, the occasional snore coming out of their mouths. It was as if they had actually slept more hours than I felt. What was happening? Sunlight flooded the house just like yesterday's birdsong.

From outside you could hear a good morning. I went out and went to the first window I could find, opened it and watched as the neighborhood filled with life again with the neighbors.

Wait…what was that smell?

It was strange, it was as if it were something dead, a nauseating smell that was mixed with hints of sweet smell; I had never smelled anything like that. I took several inhalations to look for its origin, this only made me begin to lean forward, allowing a part of my body to come out of the window.

I turned to look down.

Its colors were vibrant, it was as if a rainbow rested on each petal except for some that were a deep blue color that took away the symmetry of its beauty; Although this sounded like the most incredible thing about their figure is not compared to those black and white spots that stole the spotlight from the rest, I would swear that they seemed to be… eyes

I frowned as I felt a new wave of his foul scent.

"Good morning, Jolly" Poppy greeted me from the street, I could see her standing.

"Oh hello"

She walked towards me and told me

"Do you really like flowers? They are wonderful, don't you think?"

"The aroma calls me… a strange aroma, I had never smelled anything like it"

"Where do you come from the pansies don´t exist? These grow everywhere, you could even find them in soup. Sometimes I like to use them for that, they give it a good touch with other ingredients"

"I guess it tastes better than it smells, its smell is horrible" I let out a small laugh.

"That can't be"

Poppy bent down to cut one of those flowers and then smell it.

"To me, it seems like a sweet and splendid smell, even Eddie and Julie make wreaths with them"

She handed it to me and I smelled it again, in a quick reaction I frowned and moved it away from me.

"Maybe the problem is my nose, it may be broken"

"Oh no! Let me see" With her big wings she took my face to see it closer to her, she held me so tightly that the only thing on the other side of the window was my feet hanging on its frame.

"It seems that everything is in order," she said with a sigh of relief, returning me inside.

"Oh, good morning Poppy," Sally greeted behind me. The two girls slowly walked out of the pillow fort.

"Hello girls" She kindly waved one of her wings as a greeting.

"Yes, I'm hungry. What do you want for breakfast?" Julie asked.

"Waffles! "Let's make waffles!" she said, Sally.

"I'll see you in a while, enjoy your breakfast," Poppy said saying goodbye and walking away from the window.

Both girls shouted:

-We will do it!-

During breakfast, Sally and Julie began to play with their food, they decorated it with colored sprinkles and syrups of all the flavors you can imagine to form funny faces on them, I don't know if it was just me but my waffle looked like…

"David" I whispered in a sad tone.

"Did you say something? Is there something wrong with your Mr. waffle?" Sally asked.

"No, nothing. Only Mr. Waffle is very delicious" I responded with a smile.

Looking at the clock in the living room I noticed that it was 10 in the morning.

"I think I better get ready to leave" I interrupted and then got up on the table.

"Wait!"

Julie also got up and told me:

"I have been thinking and we should wash and even mend your clothes"

"It's true, you should leave completely renewed. This way you will have much more strength to find your friends,” Sally replied.

"I really don't want to abuse your kindness" I responded.

"I insist, now we are friends. And friends always support each other"

I guess they had a good point, what I was wearing were nothing more than scraps that I found along my way, things that I could even consider as proof of my survival.

"So what am I going to use? I don't think I can´t spend most of the day in my pajamas"

"Let's see what's in my closet, you may be a little taller than me, but I Julie "fashion icon" know that I have something perfect for you, trust my magical design skills," She said moving his fingers while He began to walk backward until he entered the room.

"Come on!" Sally said pushing me inside. After they finished getting ready it was my turn.

I scrolled through thousands of outfits, some that were tight and some that were too baggy, many more was like something Sally said "didn't suit my vibe," from plain colored clothes to those that had the most eye-catching patterns I've ever seen. Dresses, pants, scarves, shirts, and more flew through the air creating thousands of possible combinations.

"Wait a minute, I think I found the perfect outfit!" Julie said, confident of herself.

In a last round, they dressed me in a three-piece outfit along with some white high-waisted boots. It was a long, puffy, colorful shirt that was accompanied by a black vest with hearts sewn on as pockets and along with an orange skirt.

"I think…I think I like it" I said

"It's perfect!" They shouted at the same time.

"But there's still something to fix, and that's your hairstyle," Sally said.

"That´s a cinch!" I was dragged again, only now towards the bathroom where they began to brush.

"Gosh, I didn't realize that many parts of your hair are shorter than others everywhere"

"I cut it myself" I confessed embarrassed.

"I'll have to match it. Sally, scissors"

A hairdressing gown had covered me up to my shoulders.

"Let's get to work!" Julie exclaimed.

After a certain time, I began to see many strands sliding smoothly on the hairdressing gown.

"Now we have to style it"

With a few more brushes and several passes of hairspray, Julie was finally done.

"Vuala! My masterpiece!"

When I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe that it was me that was in front of me, I got up and took off the hairdressing gown revealing the complete look.

"Wow"

Sally laughed and said:

"Yes, you are pretty"

I couldn't stop looking at me from head to toe. Am I really pretty?

"Very well, since we are all ready, it is time to go" Julie indicated.

She took my clothes and put them in a yellow bag.

We left the house heading to Poppy's house which was sitting knitting near one of her windows. Julie kindly asked her to fix my clothes and she accepted the task without any problem and even told me that I looked very pretty.

"Thank you," I said shyly.

When we said goodbye we walked to Wally's house to find out what he had in store for us that day.

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since I really wanna get into it, more about character development in the emperor's new school:

to say it had no character development seems wrong. Maybe Kuzco's was the least obvious, but Kronk clearly grew from his movie self. The show gave him entire episodes where he learns his self worth and to not put up with Yzma unfairly treating him. He's sassy and insults her plans regularly, and refuses to go along with many schemes if they go against his values. He was developed by the end, as much so that Kuzco trusts him enough to make him his royal advisor. 

Yzma also goes through development, well not linear development straight to being a good person, but she goes through some. There's a whole episode where she's trying to get rid of Kuzco so she can finally become empress, but she ruins her chance to make that a reality because it endangers his life. She learns that even her villainous self has standards. There's also an episode where she's frustrating Kuzco with her plots to destroy him, and Kuzco let's her know he's fed up and she admits to him that even she doesn't always enjoy it and she just feels pressured from her mother to become empress. Now she doesn't stop scheming on him, in her words "I'm evil, what do I care" but she gives him a break and the episode ends with Yzma and Kuzco just hanging out. She's evil but nowhere near as much as she was in the movie. 

Malina kinda gets development. She's introduced as a perfect student and goodie goodie, and I'm sure her classmates still view her that way by the finale. But she admits to her faults of being too competitive, shallow, and sometimes a little mean. The episode where she upstages Yatta and gets her fired but then purposefully ruins her own reputation for her friends sake comes to mind. Through her relationship with Kuzco she learns to care less about what others think and that it's ok to be more carefree. 

With Kuzco, I mean there are actually a lot of moments of development, but people don't seem to count them because again, they think that character development needs to be linear. But let's look at the first and last episode. In the first he's selfish, hates Kuzco academy, is friendless, and doesn't believe in himself. In the finale he wants to stay in school with his many friends instead of become emperor and lead everybody, because he's having second thoughts on his ability to or to be the emperor that his people deserve, which is a selfless thought. He completes a selfless action by leading the chickens in a life threatening situation and in becoming an emperor who intends to serve his people with respect. 

Every episode Kuzco is learning an important lesson, and even the ones like Come Fly With Us, where he seems to revert his behaviors to a frustrating degree, those are episodes we get to see the characters react to his revertion in a realistic manner and call him out on it. But it's because they stick by him regardless, and he knows that they believe in him, that he's able to gather the strength to do the right the thing. 

Does the emperor's new school have character development as good as the emperor's new groove? Not even close. I wouldn't even list character development in its top 5 qualities. It's mostly an unserious and comedy focused show. But to say it has no character development is disregarding the many subtle changes and experiences the characters go through that not only seperate them from the movie but make them complex and rootable personalities.