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the-badger-mole · 1 year ago

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On the Unredeemed

Unredeemed villains are important in fiction. I feel like that needs to be said. There is a trend in recent years (probably since Wicked became a hit) of people wanting to see monsters redeemed. I'm not against that (per-se... glowers in Maleficent), but also, I feel like we do lose something when we lean into the idea that the monster gets to make good.

Fiction can be really useful for teaching us about life. I remember seeing a quote some time ago on Pinterest or something that said something along the lines of "fairytales are important not because they tell us dragons are real, but because they tell us that dragons can be slayed". That has been on my mind a lot recently when I see discussions about characters like Azula and (more recently) Ozai. They are fictional characters with super magic fire powers, but they represent something real- they represent the cycle of abuse in families, and while I understand the impulse to absolve someone as young as Azula, I think it's also important to tell the story where she isn't redeemed.

One reason that most Azula redemption stories bother me is because of the responsibility they tend to place on Zuko as her older brother, despite the fact that she victimized him probably more than anyone in her life (that we get to see. I don't think her soldiers believed her death threat for no reason). There are plenty of stories about the victims of abuse needing to be the bigger person to keep their families together and being villainized when they don't (I think by now we all understand that Terri was not the villain of Soul Food). We need stories about knowing when it's okay to walk away, and that illustrate the idea that "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb".

In a time when more people are talking openly about going low contact or completely cutting off family members- close family members- I personally think that seeing stories about coming out of the other side of it, of building a new family, healing from the past, and dealing with the residual guilt that comes with "turning your back on family" even when it's the right call, is helpful in the same way that those fairytales about slayable dragons are.

I'm not saying any of this to discourage Azula redemption stories. In fact I would love to see more. Stories that have Azula confronting what she did to the people she should have loved most, and have her considering what to do with the knowledge going forward, instead of just using her past abuse and mental health to gloss over the real harm she did. I want to see her grappling to accept the fact that no one- not her brother, not Iroh, not her friends- owes her forgiveness, and then dealing with all the complex emotions that come with just one of them actually forgiving her. But also, I want to see stories where Zuko gets to let go of his father and sister and go on to be supported in that decision. Because to him, they were dragons, and they were slain.

#the badger mole muses #every villain does not need to be redeemable #zuko #atla #i feel like if i don't tag this #anti azula #someone's going to get mad #it's not #it's just pro having villains be villains #but to be on the safe side #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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boatboys · 1 month ago

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in a very old post roach mentioned that a daemon au exists. what would everyone's daemon be?

Oh hey sure! There's lots of little snippets of AUs that include daemons, and lots of scattered chat convos, some of which contradict each other; here's the list as far as I could gather up.

Richard/Rich and Erin Merrill (giant white hero rat)

Joseph/Joey and Maria Trimmer (grasshopper mouse, although at one point in the musings she was a raccoon!)

Basil and Sasha Wright (brown bat)

Liam and Lisabetta/Lisa Beaker (river otter)

Michigan/Mitch and Alaska Ford (lab retriever)

Solace/Sol and Charity King (raven)

Benedict/Ben and Beatrice/Bea Jones (we've thrown around bullfrog vs american badger)

Athena/Thena and Odysseus/Odd/Oddball Merrill (white/cinnamon tiger and yes it's wildly out of place and inconvenient on the fleet. CAN'T BE TAMED!!!!)

Angela/Angie and Theophilius/Theo Merrill (anatolian shepherd)

Belladonna/Bella and Narcissus Beaker (peacock)

Finnegan/Finn and Saoirse Merrill (red setter)

Helen and Troy Bane (leukistic/albino jaguar)

Rich's tech coworker Phil Green has a mole

We didn't determine Nitrogen "Nate" Chau's daemon's species but roach says she should be named Free Radical and that's great.

Liam's PRT sex friend Jordan Levi has a corgi

People with Hastings coloration genes also end up with white or leukistic/albino daemons! Also, while I'm compiling things: some characters that y'all have not met yet, for our own reference.

Rafael and Calliope Caro (mockingbird)

Connor and Delilah Campbell (fox)

Android/Andy and Yaga Strega (black rooster)

Dylan and "Wolf" Ulfric (wolf)

Nitro and Beartrap Goresmith (albino spotted hyena)

Arthur and Morgaine Carraway (black timber wolf)

William/Will and Lavinia/Lav Sandgren (coyote)

Samuel/Sam and Abigail/Bugs Washington (hare)

Gabriel/Gabe and Thalia Caro (barn swallow)

Sofia/Sofie and Virgil Caro (swan)

Phoenix and Stonewall Jett (rottweiler)

#reader mailbag #daemon AU #there's been a lot of back and forth because we forget what we already said about people and come up with new ideas and shit haha #So y'know. some of these might change in the future but also having it listed out to refer back to will be helpful in that regard

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irresistiibles · 1 year ago

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THE AESTHETIC / TOPH BEIFONG

describe your character’s aesthetic in five words or less

dirt covered

what flower would you connect to your character? why?

gladiolus are the flowers of gladiators, integrity, strength, and victor. there were many of things i considered for toph, like her stubbornness, and loyalty, but at the end of the day toph loves to fight, and she's passionate about winning, not because of the victor, but because fighting to her is a craft. it's about perfecting her bending. it really is just who she is

pick a crystal that you feel fits your muse best and explain the connection

diopside is healing, balance, and earth energy, which really sums up her character journey i think.

out of water, fire, earth, and air, which element do you think represents your character best?

so it's obviously earth.

what color do you most strongly associate with your muse?

like a fern or forest green

is there an animal you feel fits your muse’s personality best?

i'm going to say the mole. i don't have great reasoning for this beyond the show and how she learned earthbending from the badgermoles in avatar and i get more of a vibe from moles than badgers for toph

are there any choices your character makes solely because it fits their aesthetic?

quite literally never

pick one quote that you think of when you think of your character and share it with us

"which do you want - the pain of staying where you are, or the pain of growth?"

list off the top three kinds of imagery that come to mind when you think of your muse

bare feet in the dirt, bruised knuckles, a moss filled forest

describe your muse using only ao3 tags

x, x, x

pick your top three favorite memes from your character’s pinboard and share them with us

x, x, x

#hwtask13 #( musings && toph )

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sxe-notsex · 19 days ago

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1. if I had a muse they would've died in some stupid accident a long time ago

I was told I should start journaling again, make it a daily thing maybe, but knowing me this'll be the first and the last in that attempt. I can't stick to anything, whether it's habits or emotions; so this won't make sense (it never does) and I don't think anyone will read it, anyway.

I don't like who I am right now, that's just a fact of it all; but I wish I was in pain at the very least, for all these bits I keep hacking off of myself so I can fit in the box of who I used to be. It's a really small box too, one that contortionists would struggle to twist into.

I don't know who decided to stuff a rabid badger inside the skin of something barely resembling human, but I'd like to have a word with them because I don't have a den anymore and I'm itching to bite (and I use too many 'and's in run-on sentences) and no one is in range of my jaws besides me.

This is the messiest drawing I've ever seen, the ink that's etched into my skin and the moles that I'm pretty sure aren't suspicious (if I just ignore them it doesn't matter) (nothing matters) (matter matters, I'm a materialistic type of person). I couldn't tell you how these last few months have gone, I've been running on autopilot on an endless supply of fuel- you're doing well in uni you can pretend to be happy you don't cry anymore you're doing fine there's nothing obviously wrong with you

Watching the hunger games. Gore is a comfort to me. I see it happen so I don't do it to myself. Christ, that's a bit much isn't it?, don't tell anyone that. Played skyrim today. Bad things always happen when I'm playing skyrim, but maybe if I mod it enough times I can iron out the kinks that line it up with the molecules in the air that fuck me over each time I want to play a spellcaster.

I don't think I could say anything that could make me feel better, I just have to live as this undead corpse for as long as it takes until the death catches up with my mind. I could say I miss my mum, I miss my dad, I miss being a child; but it wouldn't change the fact that this is what I am right now and if I don't fall first, eventually someone's gonna call wildlife control about a rabid animal on the loose

Journaling is supposed to help work on feelings. I already know what they are, I already know I hate living (with them). I already know everything I have to know to know that no one's coming to save me. I need to be eradicated. Or medicated. I need to be saved, need to find God, need to lose God and find some purpose for my own, need to need instead of want.

Going to a pub and getting drunk holds just the same amount of weight in my mind as every other intrusive thought I'd get sectioned for. It seems to work enough for every other depressed fucker in this hellhole, so why not me?

£50 is all that's stopping me in reality. And fuck if anyone but me knows what that means.

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worthless-weight-in-gold · 1 year ago

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Muse :: Thew Daniels

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

DARK TRIAD: Psychopathy | Machiavellianism | Narcissism

ROSENBERG SELF ESTEEM SCALE: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST: Right Brain |||||||||||||||| 63.6% Left Brain |||||||||| 36.4%

tagged by: stolen from a previous muse i did this for :3 tagging: this is a really long one w a lot of tests so i dont wanna pressure anyone into doing it kasdhfsdf if you do it tho pls tag me !!! <3

#q #❝ i cannot fix brains. those are people ❞ | daniels about

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ask-avatar-korra · 10 months ago

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“Maybe a badger-mole.” Korra mused with an amused smirk. “After all, the rest of us have animals that represent our respective elements. I have Naga, Aang has Appa and Momo, and Zuko has Druk.” Naga then chooses this moment to go to a nearby pond and start splashing around for fish. “Sorry, she’s very food motivated.”

@earth-and-fire-just-make-lava

Zuko and Toph were in the garden discussing the most recent and pressing lies from the members of his court and what they might be hiding, when Zuko saw something odd. Zuko pulled the baby dragon sleeping curled around his top knot off his head and hid it away safely in an unlit lantern along the path before going to investigate, leaving his blind friend confused as she tries to figure out what he just put in the lantern and why it's moving as he walks away

There was a flash of light and a girl wearing water tribe clothes stumbled to the ground. “Ow…” She groans.

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ylove-bandaesthetics · 3 years ago

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Bands & Fairytales! 🌹✨

Muse + The Wind In The Willows! 💐

Matt Bellamy as Mole, Dominic Howard as Ratty, and Chris Wolstenholme as Badger!

#requested by anon #once upon a time #muse #muse band #muse moodboard #muse aesthetic #the wind in the willows #the wind in the willow moodboard #the wind in the willows aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic #fairytale moodboard #mole #ratty #badger #matt bellamy #dominic howard #chris wolstenholme

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sorrowmarked-a · 4 years ago

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@sunrizing continued from x

Katara tucked her head to her pillow, smiling up at him, she had not gone to sleep at all yet. “Do you think turtle ducks have dreams?” she asked. “Like when they’re sleeping, do you think get to have dreams? And what do they dream abut? I mean polar dogs probably dream, because they’ll sometimes kick their legs and bark like they’re running. I wonder what they’re dreaming about. Do you think it’s good or can animals have nightmares? And how could we even tell, and should we wake them up if they are? Do you have to be a certain level of smart in an animal to have dreams, and if so are turtle ducks smart enough?”

#sunrizing #muse: katara #zuko: 😴#katara: what do you think a badger mole's favorite kind of music is?

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muertawrites · 5 years ago

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The Dark of the Moon (Zuko x Reader)

Summary: Late night insomnia turns into a conversation about love, and Zuko makes an interesting discovery about his feelings for you.

Word Count: 2,100

Author’s Note: You can thank Avatar being on Netflix and rekindling my childhood obsession for this one. I wrote this mostly as a dialogue / pacing exercise, but it’s also a bit therapeutic since I can actually relate to Zuko more than I realized or could have ever foreseen watching this show as a ten year old. Enjoy a little emotional romantic fantasy on behalf of a preteen crush and all the toxic friends I’ve ever had. ✌

~ Muerta

Zuko usually slept with you. It started one late night during a mutual bout of insomnia, in which you ran into him as you both wandered the halls of the Western Air Temple. You hardly knew him, but he sat with you and talked about everything that night - anything that wasn’t related to the war or either of your pasts that had been torn apart by it. He surprised you with his dry, even-toned sense of humor, as well as with his intelligence in not only combat but literature and philosophy as well; being a healer and a fortune teller by trade, you found a lot to talk about with him.

As the nights awake became more common, you and Zuko spent more of them together; sometimes you’d wait until you happened upon him in the halls, others one of you would designate a place to meet. Eventually, one of you would go directly to the other’s room and you’d sit, sharing whatever light or heavy thoughts happened to plague your minds. You learned a lot about him in those nights, and grew to feel proud of how far he’d come in such a short time - you often helped others, those much older than yourselves, over months to scale the internal struggles he had, and he’d managed to do so on his own. The more you gave to him, the more he gave back, and it soon became commonplace to fall asleep to the sound of his breathing as he lay in his sleeping bag on the other end of your room.

And that’s exactly what woke you up - the strange, still energy of your bedroom that indicated his resting place was empty. You rolled over, unable to spy his silhouette under the moonlit windowsill, and you rose, your feet carrying you to where you were certain he would be.

It was a gorgeous night, with a gentle breeze ruffling the crisp air. You found Zuko in the courtyard, gazing out over the fog veiled landscape under the swell of the full moon. Without a word, you sat beside him, watching the clouds roll by like ships on a silent ocean. His chest churned in turmoil, so intensely you could feel it in your own.

“Apparently, I can’t sleep without you anymore,” you said. “How selfish of you to have problems that keep you up at night.”

Zuko huffed out a soft chuckle, though the weight in his chest didn’t lift. He leaned back onto his palms, craning his neck backward and allowing the wind to tousle his ash-black hair.

“You didn’t need to come out here,” he told you gently. “It’s not your job to help me fix myself.”

“It never has been,” you replied. “I’ve never fixed anyone. All I ever do is listen and recite a few proverbs; everyone comes to their own conclusions in the end.”

“That’s not true,” Zuko retorted. “I’ve seen you heal. You can do things not even Katara can do, just with whatever happens to be growing nearby. It’s incredible.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Physical healing and emotional healing are two super different things,” you told him. “Emotional wounds can only really be healed by the people who have them. I mean, unless you want me to crack open your chest and poke around at your heart for a little while.”

Zuko chuckled again, the tenseness of his muscles easing up just slightly. He opened his palm and spawned a softly glowing flame, both of you watching it flicker in the cool night air.

“I wish I’d been born a water bender,” he mused. “Something that would do good for others. All fire does is destroy.”

You were silent for a moment, watching the thoughts swirl, tormented, behind his eyes. You thought of all the times you’d seen him smile, how his happiness made his handsome features all the more radiant and caused your stomach to bubble with joy. The memory shot a spike through your chest.

“... You know, we only ever see one part of the moon,” you commented, breaking the quiet. “Everything behind that - the dark side - we don’t really consider, even though it’s always there and is as much a part of the moon as the side that’s in front of us.”

Zuko smirked at you, distinguishing the flame in his hand.

“Reciting a proverb at me?” he teased.

You grinned.

“This one’s more like a metaphor,” you admitted cheekily. “That tea I make, the one that tastes awful but makes pain completely disappear?”

Zuko nodded.

“I need fire to make it,” you continued. “I have to roast the ingredients over an open flame before boiling them. Without fire, I couldn’t do most of my healing; it would be too painful without the tea to help.”

Zuko said nothing, but you could sense your words sinking into the cracks in his troubled thinking.

“Fire is heat and light,” you added. “It’s just as important to life as water or earth or air. Every element is capable of destruction or creation - there isn’t a single one that’s inherently good or bad. The person that controls them is the only one who determines that.”

There was another long pause, in which you busied yourself noting the different wild plants growing between the stones that paved the courtyard. You listed the different medicines you could make with each, the process calming you.

“I’ve done some pretty shitty things to people I care about in order to embrace my goodness,” Zuko finally spat. The bitterness in his tone stung you. You turned to him, and for a split second you caught a familiar, rageful glimmer in his eye; the sight made your own temper flare.

“Zuko, don’t do that to yourself,” you said. “It wasn’t just your father who hurt you and you know that.”

“I know,” he snapped, cutting off the end of your words. “I still care about her, though. I don’t even know if she really ever cared about me, but I still… I still miss her.”

Your ribs seemed to cave in, crushing your heart and lungs. He’d told you about Mai many times, and all you ever saw was that the darkness in her drew out the darkness in him; it even hung over you, clouding out the comfort you felt with Zuko and replacing it with unease and doubt. You feared there was no place in his heart for you - not while Mai still remained in it, no matter how badly her memory made him bleed.

“It’s hard,” you choked out. “I still miss some of the people who hurt me, too.”

That was all you could manage to say. You pulled your knees to your chest, half-burying your face in the fabric of your night dress as you forced the tears welling in the corners of your eyes not to flow.

This is what you get, you scolded yourself. This is what you get for feeling things for people you know could never feel the same about you.

A sensation of warmth curling around your shoulders made you jolt. Instinctively, you inched away, glancing in Zuko’s direction as he retracted the arm that had draped around you. You expected him to look away, but he didn’t - his pale amber eyes instead locked with yours.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “You hold your head so high… I forget sometimes that you’re trying to heal, too.”

His words caused your tears to spill, though you didn’t cry; your face remained stony, and no sobs shook you. Your tears fell as easily as water from a cliff’s edge, impeded by nothing but the will of gravity.

“... The cards you lent me,” Zuko said after a pause, almost blurting the words. “I’ve been reading them, to help me let go of everything I left behind. I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

A few weeks ago, you’d given him a deck of cards you used for fortune telling. Each card depicted a different object, element, or scene, and were laid out in combinations that gave insight into a person’s spiritual path. You liked them more than other forms of fortune telling, as it encouraged its readers to make their own assumptions and drive their own fates instead of having it simply told to them. You gave your deck to Zuko so he could reflect on something finite, instead of getting consumed by his own thoughts. It was exactly what you used them for, and you knew they would help.

“Why?” you asked softly.

“I drew a card that didn’t make sense,” he told you. “I laid down the Tides, then the Crossed Blades, and then… I pulled the Badger Mole. The other two I understand - one is for movement and change, the other is for strength in allies, but I… can’t figure out what the Badger Mole is supposed to mean.”

“Badger moles are strong, powerful,” you explained, speaking dispassionately from memory, “but they’re gentle. The card represents the duality of both. They mate for life, too, so it also represents love and companionship.”

As you spoke, you felt a meteor crash between you and Zuko. His face fell, dumbfounded, as he looked at you, his eyes darting minutely back and forth as you watched the pieces mend together in his head.

“What do you feel?” you whispered, part of you terrified of his answer.

“... I feel like I’m fighting the tide,” Zuko replied, his tone awestruck. “It’s pushing me to shore, but I keep trying to swim back out to sea.”

The corners of your lips curled upwards slightly, your cheeks still sticky with tears.

“It’s really scary, huh?” you said. “Loving another person.”

“Yeah... especially when you’ve never known what it feels like before,” Zuko added softly.

You reached out, tentatively resting your palm against his cheek. His hand rose to close over yours, the sensation trembling you to your core.

“How many times have you pulled the Badger Mole?” you asked.

“Every time,” Zuko breathed. “I’m so stupid for not realizing. You make me feel wild and calm all at once. I get this crushing feeling in my chest when I see you or even think of you, and I thought it was just fear or sadness. But… you don’t make me want to lash out like I used to, with my father and Azula and Mai… just the thought of you makes me want to be the best person I can be. Even though I know you already accept me for not being that person.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, somewhat defeatedly, your knees falling away from your chest and crossing in front of you. Your body was heavy, but your head felt light.

“I love you, Zuko,” you murmured. “But I’m afraid.”

Zuko wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. His forehead fell to rest against yours, his eyes closing as he steadied his erratic breathing.

“If you’re scared, I’ll protect you,” he said quietly. “That’s what I think lovers are supposed to do.”

The word made every organ in your body jump to your throat. Lovers. Your limbs felt weak, but your heart felt strong with Zuko holding you.

Without thinking, you took his face in your hands and kissed him. It wasn’t hard and passionate like you expected, but firm, gentle, his lips pressing to yours like two palms grasped in an assuring embrace. He lay one of his large, able hands on the back of your neck, his thumb tenderly stroking your skin.

When you finally broke apart, Zuko gazed at you with a soft, forlorn expression. His fingers reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m sorry I talk about her so much,” he said. “It must kill you.”

You shook your head, a soft smile forming on your lips, still red from where Zuko had kissed them.

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him. “I know some people from my past you’d happily drive a knife into.”

Zuko chuckled, the light, airy smile you saw when he was truly happy spreading to each of his cheeks. The spike that drove itself through your heart when you thought of it earlier was gone, replaced by the sweet warmth of a low flame on a cold night. With him, you were safe.

“Let’s get some sleep,” Zuko suggested, taking your arm to help you stand.

His hand slipped easily into yours, your fingers twining together. He leaned forward and kissed you again, his lips only grazing yours, causing your skin to buzz with the sensation.

“... Do you think we’ll have to talk to Aang about this?” you asked as you walked back to your room.

Zuko raised an eyebrow at you, confused.

“He is your great-grandfather,” you elaborated with jest. “I should probably do the chivalrous thing and ask for his blessing or something.”

Zuko laughed, nudging you with his shoulder so that you stumbled over your feet. You shoved him back, to which he took you by the waist and wrapped you tightly in his arms, kissing your cheek.

“He probably won’t care,” he replied. “But my uncle will love you.”

#muerta's works #zuko #zuko x reader #zuko x you #prince zuko #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko x you #zuko fanfic #prince zuko fanfic #atla fanfic #avatar fanfiction #self insert fanfiction #lmao when you don't know how to end a fic

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sardinesandhumbugs · 4 years ago

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Can I request #22 “nap” with Ratty and Badger?? (Platonic) just omg I love the way you write them

Sure thing! More good good (I hope!) Badger and Ratty interactions coming up!

It was late when Rat woke.

No, not late – dark. He was underground and it was simply dark. He turned his ears to the sound of conversation and crockery, muffled by several doors’ interference.

“Mrs Otter and Mole are tidying up dinner,” Badger remarked from behind a newspaper, just about visible by his paws and the party hat disgruntledly seated between his ears. “They said to leave you sleeping,” he added, just as Rat started to move. “They’ve got this.”

Rat slumped back into the chair he had curled up in. “And Toad and Portia?” he asked, taking note of the other two animals missing from the equation.

“Exploring the tunnels. Figured they can’t get too lost and, even if they do, they’re loud enough for us to find them, if needs be.”

“I’m not sure if you’re over or underestimating them.”

“We’ll soon find out.”

Rat shifted the blanket that someone had taken care to cast over him – as well as set aside the party hat from the dinner’s festivities, he discovered – and glanced Badger’s way. “All the same, it feels somewhat impolite to be caught sleeping during your birthday celebrations.”

“If you’re about to suggest another round of charades, you should know I’ve already vetoed it.”

“After the last game? No fear.”

Badger chuckled. The newspaper rustled and, after some considerable consideration, he set it aside. “The last time there was a party here of any note,” he said, talking slowly as if having to draw deep to gather the memories, “was my birthday before you and Toad were born.” He gave a fondly derisive snort. “Toad’s father took to organising it, proclaiming something about making the most of it before he and your father had pupminding duties to be taking care of. Ridiculous amphibian.”

“My father never mentioned it.”

“He wouldn’t have. He slept through the whole thing.”

Rat laughed. “My father could have slept through an earthquake.”

“He did, once.”

“No–”

“Well, an over-enthusiastic tremor,” Badger amended, “but he still slept through it. Like you, he found the air beneath-ground tiring; he could barely get through a meal here without letting slumber get the better of him.” Moments passed; Badger’s paw twitched as if itching to reclaim the newspaper and retire safely behind it. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle. Tired. “You are like him in so many ways.”

“Fewer than I’d like,” Rat admitted. “He always seemed to have the situation under control.”

Badger chuckled. “Perhaps it looked that way as a pup, but I can assure you that his sailing through life was more swanlike than anything else – serene and calm from above, but furious paddling from beneath. Oh, the stories I could tell–” He cut his own musings short. “Well, why don’t I?” He glanced to the door, as if to assure himself that they weren’t about to be interrupted, and leant conspiringly forward. “I don’t believe I ever told you the full story of when Toad’s father shared the tunnels beneath Toad Hall with your father and me. It started out, as many such stories do, with a single drink...”

#let-the-whump-commence #replies #witw fanfic #cat writes #(yes I know it's meant to be under ten lines but shuuush no one's counting)#re the charades game Mrs Otter and Portia are very competitive on experiences of playing board games with a busy family #mole is just naturally competitive #toad is very enthusiastic even if he's not very good at it #and badger and rat are left to deal with the chaos #the first time they play monopoly Rat sees another side to Mole #(yes I know monopoly was published after witw but I get to cherry pick my anachronisms)#also badger is definitely making sure that neither toad nor mole hear this story #it would only encourage them #also I maaaay have a fic in mind with the dad trio concerning the specific story Badger is about to tell #badger & rat

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thisentertaining · 4 years ago

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As the Blue Spirit Howls - Chapter 3

STORY SUMMARY:

Zuko was not a good shifter.

Azula could switch between her wolf and human skins between steps. Not Zuko, he needed several minutes before he even started the shift, and that was on a good day. If it had been Azula who Animal Control found in that alley, they would have walked away convinced that their eyes had played a trick on them. There had never been a dog there.

But Zuko’s long transformation would have only revealed his kind to the world. Father may think he has no honor, but he wouldn’t stoop so low as that. Even if that meant being dumped in animal shelter, trapped as much by the 24/7 security cameras as by the cage bars.

He had the worst luck. -

“Come on guys!” Aang said as he lead his friends through the clamoring barks of the shelter. “I want to show you my favorite dog! He’s a sweetheart.”

Aang lead the pair to where a monstrous beast of a dog was growling with raspy barks loud enough to drown out the rest of the shelter. His bright white teeth contrasted against golden eyes and a bright red scar that stretched over the side of his face as he lunged against the cage door.

Sokka laughed nervously. “Did the word ‘sweetheart’ change meaning when I wasn’t looking?”

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“He’s actually being a pretty good dog.” Katara said as Zuko paused to sniff on a bush right outside the door. Her leash was lightly looped around her wrist, as was Aang’s. The other boy had a death grip on the ugly nylon.

“Maybe hold that judgement after we’ve been walking him more than five seconds, sis.”

The girl scowled at her brother. “You know what I mean! When we say him going crazy in there, I didn’t think he would ever calm down. Especially not this quickly.”

“He’s really a good boy!” Aang said. “Once he calms down at least. He’s just kinda... spirited at first, but look how happy he is to be outside! Now he’s all wags, no growls.”

Zuko flicked an ear and took a longer sniff at the bush. As the first plant directly outside the shelter, it was covered in… messages from other dogs. Fairly typical. Mostly healthy, some fear or aggression but not much. It was a pretty good shelter. You know, assuming you were actually a dog. He wasn’t enjoying his time.

The good thing was, he now had plenty of examples of 'good-dog' behavior to copy. He thought back on what made a 'good dog' that would convince them to take him home. First of all, he couldn’t actually escape. Not pulling on the leash at all would be suspicious (not to mention a test of self-restraint that Zuko knew he could never pass) but he had to make sure not to pull so far that he was actually at risk of escaping.

Second, he had to put away any lingering pride he’d managed to retain. Dogs were… silly. Foolish. They played games and begged for attention and touch and made messes. He hadn’t acted like that since he was a child with his mother. If he’d even done it then. He doubted it though, Father would have disapproved.

He eyed one of the other dogs as they were bundled into the car of a little girl with large, poofy pigtails. The English Bull Terrier pup wiggled happily in her lap as he went on to his forever home, licking the giggling child’s face. Zuko sighed impatiently as the children holding onto his multiple leashes continued to talk instead of actually walk him anywhere. He couldn't act like that. This was going to be impossible.

A new car pulled up as the girl with the bull terrier left. This one was fancy, new, and streamlined. It was the kind of money that almost never darkened the halls of a shelter. Despite himself, Zuko watched with interest, curious at who it was. When the door opened and a familiar scent wafted out, he felt a growl start rumbling at the base of his throat, going steady at the sight of the familiar girl exiting the luxury car.

The teen’s behind him stopped their chatter, Aang kneeling beside him hesitantly and running a soothing hand down his back. “Hey bud, you okay?” He pet Zuko with steady, careful strokes that would have calmed any actual dog quickly, but the beast’s steady growl didn’t falter. “It’s okay boy, you’re okay. You’re okay. Guys do you-“

“What are you doing with Snarly?” A young, feminine voice demanded.

Aang looked up, seeing a short unfamiliar girl in green overalls and a matching headband standing over them. Despite being several inches shorter than the rest of them, she seemed to tower as she crossed her arms and scowled.

“Snarly? Do you mean Blue Spirit?”

The girl scoffed. “That’s a stupid name. Naming a dog after a bar? Can you say ‘lacking imagination’?”

Behind Zuko, Sokka hummed. “Snarly does kinda fit him better.” The boy mused, ruffling the top of his head. The dog snapped at the hand. Nowhere close, but enough that the teen jerked his hand back.

Well. Being a good dog was going great.

“Exactly.” The girl said with a grin as she reached out and pet his head just as Sokka had. The boy made a noise in warning, but for her Zuko simply turned to that his unscarred side was by her searching fingers. “That’s why he’s my favorite. I can always tell where he is.”

The Avatar and his friends shared a confused glance at that comment before realizing as one that the girl hadn’t looked at them once through the whole conversation. Filmy-white eyes stared over their heads as the girl tucked the previously-unnoticed cane under her arm and knelt to pet Zuko with both hands. “Don’t tell him though.” The girl continued with a wicked grin. “Don’t want him getting a big head.”

Zuko barked in protest, never once halting his continuous rumbling growl.

Aang perked. “Does that mean you’re here to adopt him?”

The girl, Zuko had never gotten her name, frowned with a heavy sign. “No. My parents won’t let me. They’re worried that getting another dog would distract Badger-Mole.”

“Right, right.” Sokka said, “And that is a…”

“He’s my seeing eye dog. And it’s stupid because tons of people with guide dogs have pets too. I even asked the trainers, and they said it’s perfectly fine. He’s trained to work with distractions. But no.” She drug out the word sarcastically. “My parents know better than the professionals.”

“That stinks.” Katara said genuinely.

“Yeah. But whatever. Apparently, he was adopted anyway. Sorry I yelled at you, I know they said that it would be hard to find him an owner so I overreacted. Probably not a great way to convince people to keep a dog.”

“Probably not.” The Avatar laughed. “But it’s okay. We aren’t adopting him though, just fostering so that he can be in a home until someone does come to adopt.”

“We are talking about foster- you know what, I give up.” The eldest boy sighed. “I know we’re getting the dog.”

The girl scrunched her nose before eventually shrugging. “Fine, as long as he’s out of Long Feng’s grubby hands. That dude gives me the creeps.”

Zuko barked in soft agreement as the other kids laughed.

“Name’s Toph.” The girl introduced herself, sticking a hand out nowhere near the other three.

Katara moved to take and shake the hand. “My name is Sapphire.” She lied. Zuko’s ears perked, recognizing that the name was very different from the one that the others had used for her earlier. If he was to complete his mission, learning their false names could only help.

“Wang,” Sokka added with a useless wave. Zuko committed the false name to memory.

Aang jumped to his feet to shake her hand. “I’m Kuzon. It’s great to meet you. We’re going to take Spirit-“

“Snarly.”

“For a walk if you want to come with.”

The girl’s head cocked to the side, as though listening to something. After a moment, she simply shrugged. “Why not?”

From behind them, a loud clearing of the throat sounded from the front of the car, where a driver glared at them from behind a window. Toph sighed explosively. “Give me a second, I have to go check in before my busy body parents call the shelter.”

She stomped her way into the building, cane swinging wildly as she grumbled.

The group watched her, Aang’s hands still running down Zuko’s back as the growling petered out. “Awww,” Aang cooed. “Such a good boy.”

“That’s really impressive though.” Katara cut in. “He realized that she was blind and made sure that she could hear him. He must be really smart.”

Sokka made a disagreeing noise. “He probably just realized that she was happy when he was growling, gave him extra treats or pats or whatever and accidentally trained him to growl. Dogs can be taught to do anything these days.”

Zuko was offended. As he wasn't an actual dog, he wasn’t sure he should be.

“It’s still smart.” Katara argued with the passion of a sibling arguing against another. “He’s only been here a week or so and already trained himself to do that? That’s really smart for a dog.”

“Hey, I’m just saying. He’s a dog, he was trained to do a trick. Congratulations, you and Pavlov can compare notes.”

Aang glanced between the pair nervously. “Calm down, we don’t-“

Katara wasn’t listening. Zuko was just hoping that she wouldn’t have the same resources his sister had when angry to sit on. “You are such a-“

“Fight! Fight! Fight Fight! “ Toph chanted as she made her way to the group. She had a leash coiled in her hands, and when Zuko started growling again she managed to find his collar and attach it with little fumbling.

The other teens scrambled to explain their argument, but Zuko was getting tired of waiting. With a loud bark, the wolf started towards one of the walking trails, dragging Sokka, who had somehow wrapped the leash around his wrist enough that his was significantly shorter than the others. The boy yelped.

“Well, guess we’re going.”

“Sorry buddy.” Aang laughed. Zuko flicked an ear towards him but otherwise ignored the apology. He stuck to the cement path running through an open field rather than the wooded paths that called to his wolf blood. It wasn’t because that would be easiest for Toph. Really. He’d barely even noticed that. Really. He just thought that if the path was easier they would talk more and he would get more information out of them.

Really.

That was it.

“So, if you can’t get another dog, why are you at the shelter?” Sokka asked the stranger.

“Volunteering.” The girl answered, “Duh. I’m homeschooled and I was going absolutely insane sitting at home every day. I was sneaking out but,” She shrugged. “I knew eventually that they would realize that those pillows under my blankets weren’t breathing. I threatened to run away for real if they didn’t find a way to let me out of the house sometimes, and so.” She shrugged. “A compromise. For now.”

“That’s cool.” Aang said sunnily. “This is a great shelter, I come here every Tuesday and Thursday to volunteer too! I’m kinda surprised that we hadn’t seen each other before, but I’m usually here a lot earlier.”

That was good information. Wait. Was it though? If Zuko revealed himself or ‘ran away’, he probably wouldn’t come back. But it did mean it was a time that he was alone and out of their house fairly consistently. If Zuko could arrange for someone to go after him at the right time…

He really wished he had anyone he could trust to do that without taking the glory for themselves and leaving him out to dry.

Okay, so that wouldn’t work. But it still would be a good thing to know. This wasn’t going well. He wasn’t getting any good information on his actual targets and- rabbit!

Zuko stood stock still, nostrils flaring as he followed them to see a fluffy furry brown ball chewing at a clump of clover in the corner of the path. He ceased the low rumbling he’s been admitting since Toph joined, going stock still as he crouched into a predatory stance. Ear’s up, head close to the ground, feet carefully placed, Zuko slowly stalked forward towards the entirely unaware prey creature.

A predatory wolf’s blood was running through his veins, begging for the chase and hunt that he had been denied for the weeks he’d spent in a form born in it. He licked his chops, ignoring the babbling distractions behind him as the predator centered on prey.

“Hey!” Aang suddenly yelled behind him with a laugh. “Run Bunny, Run!”

Startled, the rabbit took off. With a growl, Zuko lunged after it, jumping forward on strong, muscular legs. There were a myriad of cried behind him as the group was sent sprawling by the force of his leap, but as the shelter administer had said, he couldn’t exactly drag four people across the yard. Well, he could. He was strong enough. He just wouldn’t be fast enough to catch the rabbit so what was the point?

He stopped after a few steps and whined as the rabbit disappeared into the woods.

Toph, miraculously the only one to keep her footing, laughed uproariously. “Why did you think it was a good idea to make the rabbit run, idiot?”

“Oops.” Aang mumbled from his place on the ground.

Sokka spit out a mouthful of grass. “Well. Are you ready to sign some papers? This seems like a great idea.”

#avatar: the last airbender #ATLA #fanficton #MY FANFICS #Zuko #prince zuko #Aang #Sokka #Katara #Toph #Werewolf AU #Modern AU

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the-badger-mole · 1 year ago

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Yes, people can change. Sometimes they get worse.

#the badger mole muses #thinking about character and plot development #character development doesn't HAVE to be positive #no particular story #just vibes

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fairytalefantasia · 5 years ago

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We Get What We Deserve || Rey x Kylo

{{The Rise of Skywalker Fix-It Thread, written exclusively for @yourlovingspy}}

Like so many before, the day began with little ceremony to herald its arrival. Light from the morning sun began to trickle in through the small porthole and fell over the cabin’s occupants in a soft outline. One of the occupants, a sleeping woman, became the day’s first unwilling victim to waking when a bright beam of light shone over the horizon and right into her lidded eyes. The woman, called Rey, grumbled and attempted to shield herself from the dawn’s onslaught by pulling the thick woolen blanket over her head, but sleep would not reclaim her. Not that it should, she mused groggily. There was a lot to be done today, and she had that early appointment with a salvager in town.

Ten more minutes, she begged. Just ten more. He’s so warm.

As if to convince her subconscious, Rey gravitated closer to him and buried her face in his dark tresses. She didn’t want to disturb him (he deserved ages of rest, she figured, and especially since his side of the bond was so peaceful) but she couldn’t resist the nearness. It had been a whole standard year since they’d entered into this life—since she’d finally found something close to family with him—and she quick discovered she couldn’t get enough of his companionship, in whatever way that entailed. They didn’t live in one another’s pockets, but Rey had made a point to steal what moments she could just to remind herself he was here. He’d chosen her. This was real. They weren’t alone anymore.

All they needed was each other. Just her, and just Ben.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be in this moment. Rey couldn’t slip back into slumber’s grasp, and she was meant to rise and begin the day. After all, it didn’t matter how long she procrastinated or tried to claim these sweet moments with Ben, she had an appointment that she couldn’t afford to lose. Not if they were going to be off-planet by the end of the day, something she desperately wanted.

Rey prodded along the bond and determined him to be quite soundly asleep, so there was little chance she’d disturb him. She gently lifted his strong, protective arm from around her waist and slipped out of the covers with a shiver. The controlled climate within the cabin had a slight chill to it, and Rey wanted nothing more than to forget her obligations and burrow back into the depth of Ben’s warmth. She found herself tempted as she dressed and pulled back her hair, and very nearly succumbed as she contemplated her boots. The steady rise and fall of his shoulders as his chest expanded, the occasional twitch of his eyelids—she wanted to be there with him. She could truly lie there and watch him for eternity, given the chance.

Instead, she was doomed to wrapping herself in her poncho and slinging her pack over her shoulder so she could be on her way. The sun was high enough in the sky now that only shadows remained, which meant if she didn’t leave now, she was going to be late.

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Moraga was nice enough, Rey thought, as she trudged along the dirt road from where they’d landed two klicks outside of town. Ben had found an open clearing in the heavily forested planet for them to land their Class 720 freighter without drawing a lot of attention to themselves from the nearby settlement. It would serve their purpose well: populated enough to offer the valuable resources they needed but remote enough that no one would give them a second look.

The original plan was to stop long enough to restock their provisions, but once the last crate had been loaded and the coordinates locked in, the ship would not move. Rey ran the diagnostics and determined it was an easy enough fix, but she would need the replacement parts. This brought her to this morning’s errand. She’d noticed a sizable salvage yard on the outskirts of town on the way back to load the ship, so she sent Ben ahead with the supplies and tracked down the operator. She was surprised to find a balding, round-bellied man hunched over the broad side of a speeder playing sabacc with a couple of droids. After apologizing for the intrusion and discussing her situation with him, she was even more surprised to find the operator would open up his shop early the next morning after she’d determined what all she needed.

This last year had been full of surprises like this. So much had happened, Rey could hardly process it. As far as the galaxy was concerned, Rey had relocated to Tattooine to manage the old Lars homestead as part of Leia’s dying declaration. Furthermore, as far as the galaxy was concerned, Ben Solo was dead. The former Supreme Leader of the First Order was last recorded as traveling to the Unknown Regions to face Emperor Palpatine in what was presumed by the public to be another challenge for his power, only this time, he did not walk away. Rey paled when she found herself thinking that he nearly didn’t. He wouldn’t have if not for the final sacrifice of his mother, who joined with the Force in his place. They grieved, but rejoiced in knowing they had found their place in the Light together. And they intended to never be apart again.

They sought the help of trusted Skywalker/Solo family friend, Maz Kanata, for new connections in helping Ben conceal his identity. She was more than happy to oblige, and within a few days, he’d been granted everything he’d need to just be another face in the crowd. But this level of discretion came with a price, and as difficult as it was, they knew they’d have to pay it for their freedom.

“The Falcon is too recognizable these days,” Maz advised solemnly. “Where you’re going, that ship will be a prize coveted by many and register on too many unfriendly scanners.” As luck would have it, Maz had just acquired the Class 720 in a recent business transaction and offered it to the pair instead. They accepted, though Rey was left embarrassed when she asked Maz how they might repay her for her kindness, the old woman simply flashed her a sly, playful grin and said to “consider it a very early wedding gift.” Rey didn’t think Ben had heard this exchange, so she decided to just keep it to herself for the time being.

The next step was to hide the Falcon somewhere it wouldn’t be bothered. Rey and Ben had limited options available to them, though Rey would never have thought of Ben’s suggestion in million years. The Lars homestead, it seemed, wasn’t the only Skywalker family property left under Leia’s stewardship. With one of them at the helm of the Falcon and the other in the Class 720 (which Rey had taken to calling the Tooka), a course was set and they were off.

The first look of the Naberrie ancestral home on Naboo took Rey’s breath away. Everything was lush and polished and elegant, to the extent that she was afraid she might get the soil under her feet dirty. They landed the ships side by side in the fields behind the shimmering lake, and in the time it took to move everything they needed from the Falcon, Rey had badgered Ben for everything he knew about the place. He should have feigned total ignorance, for if he had, he surely would not have been talked into giving an impromptu tour.

The afternoon was spent surveying the grounds and, once it was determined there were no caretakers about, the house. Rey reveled in the majesty of it all. As long as she lived, she’d never seen anything so beautiful as the murals that adorned the walls and the glimmer of the lake water sparkling through the multi-colored windows. That evening, Ben managed to pull her away to show her the crypts where his great grandfather, great aunt, and grandmother were interred.

Rey gasped at the sight of the portrait that hung in front of Ben’s grandmother’s resting place. “She’s breathtaking,” Rey blurted with a grin, and stepped closer to study to the regal woman looking back at her. She truly was beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman Rey had ever seen, and she was surprised to see how much Ben resembled her. His dimples, the dusting of moles and beauty marks, all identical. “You inherited her eyes--” she blurted once again, softly. She took extra care to mute their bond and kept the last of her thoughts to herself. He did have her eyes...and the sadness within them.

That night was spent in the lake wing of the home. Ben assured her no one would know they were there and they would be safe. Upon thinking back, Rey was glad they decided to stay. Ever since they left Exegol, they’d been rushed to conceal Ben’s survival and had had very little moments to stop and just be together. After so long, all the fighting, the butting of heads, the war between them, their wrath and destruction, the Force guided the pieces to fall into place and at long last, they realized their future together. It seemed so strange to Rey that on the other side of all that pain and fear, he’d be waiting for her as the answer to every prayer she’d ever uttered. Maz had been right. She stopped thinking about the family that had left her and began to focus on the family she found in him. And that night on Naboo, Rey made sure he knew it.

But in the time since, not everything had been as easy as that night. They were still learning each other, learning their place in their respective lives. All they knew for certain was that they belonged together, but everything in between was still a mystery. They frustrated each other at times, of course, such as when Rey determined she needed to build a lightsaber of her own. She’d never built one on her own before and depended on Ben to instruct her. Her connection to the Force afforded her many innate abilities, lots of which she didn’t realize she possessed, but instinctively knowing what to do for her saber wasn’t one of them. They didn’t exactly see eye to eye in the best method of instruction, and before long, old habits had resurfaced. They were staring one another down, tempers flared, biting words exchanged, hard truths weaponized, and in Rey’s case, tears were shed. She dropped her saber components into a nearby crate in her anger and stormed towards the cockpit, muttering something about leaving the navigation on autopilot for too long.

After a while, tempers settled, their own sorts of apologies were issued, and their bliss in each other’s presence resumed. They also began to notice their bond continued to strengthen, and Rey mused that it wouldn’t be long until she couldn’t blink without Ben knowing about it. It came in handy, however, when she resolved she needed to keep up with her training. Ben was a natural in the ways of the Force, and with their bond in place, she barely needed him to instruct her to train her. Sparring with him was became one of her favorite pastimes, and whenever they were planetside, she tried to talk him into a match or two. Sometimes, she’d lose that argument and have to settle for pazaak instead.

But what comes next? Rey wondered as she neared the salvage shop on Moraga. Surely their purpose wasn’t to float around the galaxy perfectly purposeless?

The shop owner, a man Rey learned was called Cane Bolbuus, was leaning against a post by the gate to the salvage yard, a frown etched across his features. “You’re late, young miss.”

“Sorry,” Rey uttered. For a few credits, the man had agreed to open the yard two hours early so that she would have enough time to find her parts and install them before nightfall. She could appreciate being dragged out of one’s comfortable bed away from the strong embrace of someone special at this unlawful hour. “Look,” she tossed him a few more credits. “Will that cover the inconvenience?”

Bolbuus scowled, but pocketed the credits. “Just let me know when you’re done. I’ll be in there.” He nodded towards the little shack attached to the fence around the salvage yard. Rey gave the man a nod of understanding and went through as he unlocked the gate.

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It was nearly midday when Rey found all the parts she needed to fix the Tooka. She haggled with Bolbuus, though eventually the man agreed to give Rey the equipment for a price she was comfortable with. He even lent her a speeder to ferry her purchases. Rey smiled to herself as she secured the parts on the speeder--for a man who seemed so rough and callous, he seemed awfully eager to help. Whatever his reasons, she was appreciative.

The speeder made quick work of the journey back. Once inside, Rey was disappointed to find that Ben had risen and was gone somewhere. She started to reach out through the bond, but decided against it on second thought. His side seemed to be at ease, wherever he was, so she decided not to bother him. Besides, she had to get working on repairs. So she gathered her tools, swiped a piece of fruit from the rations for a late breakfast, and opened the hatch that would allow her to crawl inside the belly of the beast. With her fruit in her mouth, Rey got to work.

#i'm so sorry this got forever long #please tell me if you hate it #or want me to edit/alter #v;; fix-it au #just in case #i'm gonna tag as spoilers #even though this is an AU #star wars spoilers #the rise of skywalker spoilers #tros spoilers #sw spoilers #spoilers #m;; scrappy little scavenger (rey)

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destrezam · 5 years ago

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LONG ASS PERSONALITY ASSESSMENT

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS:

Sanguine | Melancholic | CHOLERIC | Phlegmatic

Your temperament is choleric. The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings.

CELTIC ZODIAC:

Those born under the Celtic tree astrology sign of the Ash are free thinkers. Imaginative, intuitive, and naturally artistic, you see the world in water-color purity. You have a tendency to moody and withdrawn at times, but that’s only because your inner landscape is in constant motion. You are in touch with your muse, and you are easily inspired by nature. Likewise, you inspire all that you associate with and people seek you out for your enchanting personality. Art, writing (especially poetry), science, and theology (spiritual matters) are areas that strongly interest you. Others may think you are reclusive, but in all honesty, you are simply immersed in your own world of fantastic vision and design. You are in a constant state of self-renewal and you rarely place a value on what others think about you. Ash signs partner well with Willow and Reed signs.

SOUL TYPE:

DARK TRIAD:

Psychopathy ( 2.8 ) | Machiavellian ( 2.6 ) | Narcissism ( 2.3 )

(scores are between 0 and 4)

THE ANIMAL IN YOU:

SABLE CHARACTERISTICS: Protective • Eloquent • Charming • Snooty • Judgmental

LIFE PATH NUMBER:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22

The Powerhouse

As a Life Path 8 you are alive to make an impact on the world through your drive and ambition. You are a person of authority, and material wealth. You will often master the art of being successful in the career of your choosing.

( If your muse doesn’t have a birth year, subtract age from current year )

ROSENBERG SELF ESTEEM SCALE:

0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 |19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

Your score is 22/30. Scores below 15 indicate low self esteem.

BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST:

Left ( 38% ) | Right ( 72% )

Right brain dominant individuals are more visual and intuitive. They are better at summarizing multiple points, picking up on what's not said, visualizing things, and making things up. They can lack attention to detail, directness, organization, and the ability to explain their ideas verbally, leaving them unable to communicate effectively.

#♦ | ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ #stolen from bitiing

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portbaysss · 6 years ago

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task four is all about exploring your muse’s personality by testing it to it’s limits. literally, it’s taking personality tests. under the cut you will find a form with links to their corrosponding personality tests. you’re encouraged to take all of these tests from an in-character standpoint however, you definitely do not have to and can pick and choose the ones you want, the choice is yours really. You can copy the form and put all of your results in bold or feel free to make an edit for your character or just list them if you like. y’all know all tasks here are optional but they do help explore your character on a deeper level. don’t forget to tag this task as #portbaytask004.

THE PERSONALITY TESTS

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin

Rosenberg Self Esteem Scale: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22

Dark Triad: Psychopathy | Narcissism | Machiavellianism

#portbaytask

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nctcricus · 6 years ago

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MUSE:

Reginald Kray

The Commander

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

(best bit of this quiz- “....Essentially, Cholerics are very much prone to mood swings.”)

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin (no -_-)

A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

.....So we’re a humanitarian now.

DARK TRIAD: Psychopathy | Machiavellianism (I actually tied on both of these at 92) | Narcissism

Machiavellianism is a tendency to be manipulative and deceitful. It usually stems from a lack of respect or disillusionment for others

Psychopathy reflects shallow emotional responses. The relative lack of emotions leads results in high stress tolerance, low empathy, little guilt and leads them to seek extremely stimulating activities, resulting in impusivity and a disposition towards interpersonal conflict.

Tigers are handsome and powerful people with an innate self-confidence and elegance. There's a sense of immediacy and an aura of electricity that surrounds it, and when it walks into a room, something always seems about to happen. Once a tiger has found its groove, it focuses on its goal with a brightly burning intensity. Male tigers, when out of their element, are sometimes mistaken for beefcake, but when you see them in their offices wearing their power suits you realize that you're dealing with incisive, authoritarian individuals.

ROSENBERG SELF ESTEEM SCALE: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST: Right brain (30%) | Left brain (70%) (( just a wee bit on the serious side maybe?))

Left brain dominant individuals are more orderly, literal, articulate, and to the point. They are good at understanding directions and anything that is explicit and logical. They can have trouble comprehending emotions and abstract concepts, they can feel lost when things are not clear, doubting anything that is not stated and proven.

Kipped By - @sidyancy

Kipping To- @livingdollfrances @ronmanmob @madteddyrp @carolinecrybabyjackson @camillelafaye @influencedbyfear and whoever else fancies a test or 11.

#|| 11 quizzes in one place.... /please sir may i have sum more?/#|| still quite the sucker for le quizzes.#|| not sure about all of them but most of them were pretty accurate.

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