#wow i can't believe it's my last year being a teenager :')

[snoopypliot]

IT'S 12'O CLOCK , DEC 30TH, IT'S OFFICIALLY MY BIRTHDAY❗🎂🎊

NINETEEN BABY WOOHOO1️⃣9️⃣

[kingofpizza]

Violet and Teal: A Hello Neighbor: WTRB Fanfic.

Summary: After jumpstarting Nicky's career, Trinity soon develops a crush on him.

(The scene starts at Raven Brooks High School, where Nicky, Maritza, Trinity, and Enzo are at their lockers.)

Nicky: I can't believe we're actually freshmen now! Middle school was a pain in the ass since I kept failing. But now, I'm getting A's and B's in my classes.

Maritza: Tell me about it, dude, now we won't have to deal with being outcasts after that Double Take video we posted.

Trinity: I wasn't expecting it to make Nicky an overnight internet sensation in just one day. That's insane.

Enzo: And it reached 5,000,000,000 hits. Nicky should catch the attention of Jimmy Starr of Starr Records in just a few days.

(As soon Nicky heads down the hall for algebra class, Trinity looks at Maritza for advice.)

Trinity: Hey, Mari, remember that advice I wanted on how I should tell Nicky about my crush on him?

Maritza: You betcha I did! Nicky's been talking about how that 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles arcade machine is gonna be taken away from the Santa Monica Pier's arcade, and he's been hoping to play it last time before its departure.

Trinity: The Santa Monica Pier! Of course, I could take him there and give him the best time of his life while making sure he spends his last time playing the game!

(Later, after school, at 5:25 PM, Trinity gets dressed in her best outfit and leaves to Nicky's house to pick him up. When she arrives, she is greeted by Nicky, who is wearing red jeans, a red shirt, a silver jacket, a blue Sonic the Hedgehog wristwatch, his golden middle school graduation with a blue stone on it, and yellow and blue sneakers.)

Trinity: Hey, Nicky, you ready to go? My mom's ready to take us to the pier.

Nicky: Yup, I can't believe we're going to the pier. It'll be like my final goodbye to that TMNT arcade machine.

(Trinity giggles and takes Nicky's hand, leading him to the driveway, waiting for Trinity's mom to arrive. Then after a few minutes of driving, they arrive at the pier and head to the arcade.)

Nicky: Wow, this is nice. It's been a while since I've been here as a twelve-year-old.

Trinity: Well, let's soak up those last minutes with the TMNT machine before it gets carried away.

(Nicky starts the game and starts playing as Leonardo, while Trinity plays as Raphael. They progress through the levels for a few hours, but soon start to leave when the arcade machine gets taken away. Then after the date, Nicky and Trinity walk home, but before Nicky can enter his house, Trinity suddenly stops on her own way back to her house and pulls Nicky into a soft kiss, making Nicky flustered and giddy.)

Trinity: I love you, Nicky. I always have.

Nicky: Aww, that's so sweet of you.

(Nicky and Trinity share a tight hug and kiss each other goodbye, walking home to see each other at school tomorrow morning.)

[slightoffoot]

Nureyev Headcannon Time!

An ongoing list.

Room looks like

Furthermore, I can't not think of Howl's freak out about his hair turning orange and then transforming into goo because he thinks he's not beautiful anymore. It's so Peter I'm- (peter and juno howl and sophie REAL)

Aquarius

Can't watch movies without subtitles

Practices how he speaks and carries himself very similarly to how Buddy does

I think Juno fixes his own clothes and Peter helps him thread his needles because Juno's depth perception sucks

Sharp teeth partly as a result of genetics and partly as a result of filing them as a teenager and regretting it as an adult (see: Caniniform on ao3 and that one tiktok I saw two years ago of that girl that filed her teeth and regretted it LOL)

No emojis. Only emoticons. >:3

LONG hair like down to the tops of his thighs

Sheds like a damn dog like his everything shower leaves the bathroom looking like a tornado came through

Sleeves. Iykyk.

Every alias has a very specific posture and way of holding himself, so when he's (very rarely) being himself, he shifts constantly because he doesn't know how he stands naturally.

He talks all proper and flowery because Mag drilled into him that he couldn't sound foreign and had to learn to speak Solar perfectly (along with various other languages), so that nobody would guess that he's from the Outer Rim.

He's so goth like cmon. He literally gave his name to Juno after knowing him for several hours and wanted to run away together. My fave tortured dramatic guy <3

I think he'd like creepasta, early 2000's internet horror, and whatever category Mystery Flesh Pit National Park falls into. Like he gets side tracked researching for a job and falls down various rabbit holes and wow it's 3 am and he's doodling Jeff the Killer on a hotel napkin

Continuing on the last one he 1000% believes in ghosts and legends n all that shit he is wayyyyy too scared to even try playing bloody mary. This man has killed people and he won't stand between two mirrors facing each other. God.

I know he has a tramp stamp and I know Juno is the only one who's seen it. Let me live.

the adhd should be a given. I mean. *gestures vaguely*

will add to this list as I think of more.

[ceapa-mica]

Family Life: Teenage Years 💎 - a Thrawn headcanon

I promised you one last Family Life headcanon, and here it is! 🥹 Wow I'm actually emotional sharing the final piece of my Family Life collection with you guys.

Enjoy!

This one is SFW

Reader's gender is not mentioned.

Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @thrawnsboots @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo

You are finally back in your Galaxy. Your marriage is going well and your daughter is reaching a new stage in her life. You and Thrawn thought you were prepared for when your daughter hits puberty, but oh boy were you wrong.

Once puberty hits your daughter, you realize even Chiss hybrids can get acne. Safe to say she's not amused and starts putting on makeup.

Your daughter has a vast knowledge for her age, that includes female anatomy as well. She doesn’t panic when she gets her first period. She has to get used to the cramps though. You and Thrawn make sure she's as comfortable as possible.

Thrawn is surprised at your daughter’s mood swings. Chiss are not big in showing their emotions. That's where her human side is clearly dominant. Her mood swings actually lead to occasional arguments between her and her father.

She grows into a beautiful young woman. She's tall for her age and you reminisce about the days she fit into your arms. You can't believe how quickly time has passed. You enjoy watching holovids of her early childhood days.

Since you're not able to send your daughter to a renowned school of the New Republic for obvious reasons, she continues her holonet classes and has no trouble catching up. You and Thrawn did a good job teaching her during your exile.

Your daughter’s love for collecting fossils remains. She plans on studying paleontology when she's old enough.

She experiments with her clothing and makeup a lot. For a period of time she wears revealing clothing to test the boundaries. Oh and Thrawn does set boundaries! He's displeased seeing his daughter dress like that. More arguments ensue when he sends back revealing clothing she ordered. She settles for a look that pronounces her body shape without being too revealing.

During one of her mood swings she tells Thrawn she wishes he would not be a Grand Admiral so she could dress the way she likes.

These two argue quite a lot during her puberty. You figure it's because on one hand she shares certain personality traits with her father, on the other she is more like a human teenager, and Thrawn doesn't understand why human teenagers act the way they do.

During exile she has never been around boys her age. Through her holonet classes she develops a crush on one of her classmates. She tries to keep it a secret, but you catch her holocalling him more than once.

Thrawn is busy being a Grand Admiral, so he doesn’t know the actual reason for the good mood his daughter is in lately. You sit down on the sofa together after a long day once your daughter is asleep. Thrawn is surprised at the news at first, then his look turns calculating, like it always does when dealing with a new adversary. He's not pleased. His little girl having a crush? On a boy? His protective instincts kick in, but you tell him not to be too strict and that a first love is just part of growing up.

Thrawn is his usual straightforward self when he talks to your daughter about it. It's also a bit of an awkward conversation for him to have, so you help him out. She only meets her crush through holocalls, but still, you remind her of the importance of safe sex and that taking nudes are a no-no. Your daughter blushes when you mention it. Thrawn changes the topic and asks her a lot of questions about her crush. He wants to know who he's dealing with.

At one point our daughter adds blue highlights to her hair. The hairdye compliments the blue hue of her skin. Thrawn thinks her hair looks like art - he loves it.

She officially gets her speeder and spaceship licenses on a backwater planet close to Wild Space you're briefly visiting. You and Thrawn buy her a small starfighter for her sweet 16th.

With that she visits planets you have designated as safe. That's where she meets her crush for the first time in person. They eventually become a couple, much to Thrawn's dismay.

You and your husband are worried about her space traveling. She's a rare Chiss-Human hybrid. You are worried slavers out for rare species might cross her path. She knows how to fight, but a gang of slavers would be too much for her to take on alone.

Fortunately that never happens. She explores the safe planets with ever so curious eyes. She also attends paleontology missions. Thrawn actually pays a lot of credits so she may attend. He is proud of his daughter and the way she sees beauty in those fossils. It reminds him of his own passion for art.

Thrawn is glad she chose not to serve the Imperial remnants. While his duty is to the Empire and the Ascendency, he's happy to see his daughter choosing a different path in life.

If anything saddens him, it's that she has never in her life been able to visit the Chiss Ascendency. She still loves the stories of their people after all those years.

When her first heartbreak happens, Thrawn is ready to get this boy thrown into a cell. Your daughter has to beg him not to confront this boy and to stay out of her love life.

She applies to several colleges to study paleontology. She puts so much effort into her work, she's really passionate about it.

The day she's leaving for university is very emotional. You can't believe she's old enough now to leave the nest. You know Thrawn is emotional about it too, he just doesn’t show it. All he shows is pride. The goodbye hug makes you cry, and you see a glimpse of raw emotion in Thrawn's eyes when he hugs her one last time before she climbs into her starfighter.

When the starfighter leaves the hangar, Thrawn puts an arm around your waist. You watch together as your little girl’s ship gets smaller and smaller in the distance and eventually disappears with a jump into hyperspace.

You did it. You raised a beautiful young woman with the strength and confidence only a Chiss can have. You gave her all your love unconditionally through the ups and downs of your family life. Even though you no longer live together, she's close to you in your hearts.

Where there used to be the sound of a child’s laugh, or loud music coming from the bedroom, there is now a strange silence that has taken its place - a silence you and your husband both have to get used to.

That's it, that was my Family Life series. I hope you enjoyed it!

Dw I will continue to write Thrawn headcanons in the future, I'm not going anywhere. 💙

[weaveandwood]

So you love BG3, are there any other media things you have obsessed over throughout the years in the same way?

Oh man, time for a stroll down memory lane. I have been obsessed with so many things, though BG3 feels extra special to me because not only am I old enough/confident now to be unabashedly unashamed in the depths of my obsession with Gale the game, it's reignited my creativity after almost a decade of depression-induced not-being-creative-ness (she's a writer, y'all!)

One of my first obsessions was Sailor Moon, and it will always be an obsession tbh. The romance between Usagi and Mamoru and the whole teenage girl builds enough self confidence to save the world over and over again storyline is chefs kiss. I'm such a sucker for a good romantic plot. It also takes me back to a time when I was in middle school getting ready watching it on TV while eating toast for breakfast in the morning before walking to school or taking the bus - there's such a strong sensory memory there. My husband and I watched the entire anime over last summer, and it was so fun to watch him experience it for the first time since it was so formative for me, even though I couldn't watch the later seasons until much later in my life because it was WORK to find that stuff before 2007.

My BIGGEST media obsession besides BG3 was Avatar: The Last Airbender. I loved it. I was part of the original Zutara crew (Zuko x Katara) while the show was still airing. Part of the OG Zutara Week on DeviantArt (wow havent been on that site in years either). I was even part of a fan project to redo the end of the series where Zuko ended up with Katara (I believe they even got Dante Basco to record some lines or at least that was the plan), but it never ended up getting finished due to drama or people just not finishing their parts, I can't remember. I'm still a Zutara truther to this day, I think it was much more of a compelling ship than Katara and Aang and still do (something something the redemptive power of love). I drew so much fanart, it was such a fun time in my life, I miss it. I even made some online friendships transition to real life friendships from that fandom.

[stagmage]

I'm back briefly because I'm in need of microblogging. Don't read if you're disinterested in the ugly details of a stranger's life. And if you are interested in the ugly details of a stranger's life, that's trashy but I feel you.

I have lived with a domestically violent person for over a decade. Half that time I thought I was in love, and the other half I've been economically compelled to stay - turns out when you're socially isolated, your abuser can offer an unbeatable deal on rent.

Last year, in August, I got diagnosed with autism/ADHD, in addition to cPTSD. I put my foot down and said I need support and I need the violence to stop. Spoiler alert, it didn't.

In March, they were violent again and I went "wow, no, not what I signed up for, I'm not paying rent on a house I'm not safe to be in". And I withheld my rent for three months to build a safety net. And things slowly calmed down again. I felt safer with my emergency savings.

In June, they broke their finger and stopped working. I had to hand over all my savings in order to keep us from being kicked out. They then sat around the house for a month berating and belittling me.

In July, they assaulted me again.

None of the recommendations or habits that I've tried to institute since my diagnosis have been implemented.

I currently spend my days on the computer trying to distract myself from the hell I live in. When they get out of bed at 4pm I go hide in my room. If I don't go hide in my room I get abused. Only the performance of total neutrality keeps their aggression at bay, and only sometimes.

I have an occupational therapist's recommendations pending, and psychiatric treatment booked in for next week. This cost a thousand dollars that I don't have.

I hate living with animals who are also obviously afraid of my abuser, and not being able to do anything for them. I can't keep them as I can't afford to provide for them. I can't take care of them here because that escalates the abuse, and I can't ignore them because I love them. It's actually torture.

My one goal when I left home as a teenager was "let's find a place where people don't use hitting each other to address their problems". Now my one goal is "get other human beings the fuck away from you, none of them can be trusted not to hit". Everything I've ever tried to build has been taken away in violence. I can't handle it anymore.

The most important things to do now are A) stop wallowing and B) be patient. I've organised a lot of medical care that I sorely need, and the world will look more manageable soon. I'm collapsing right now, but bemoaning my situation only heightens my distress. I have to believe that this isn't permanent and that keeping good boundaries will lead to positive change and growth for me.

Fuck, it's hard, though. Hence this post. I lose track of what's happened, and what's happening, and I internalise the abusive language, and I despair a little and hate myself. Writing it all out reminds me that it's a heavy scene and that I deserve some sympathy, even if only from myself.

Anyway, reblogging silly memes doesn't really match where my head is at, so I'm still avoiding tumblr for now. I'm too short on sanity for social media. And I don't know how to end this post, so...end post.

[sleepyanimal]

7 years?!

Wow! I can't believe it's been 7 years since I have posted on this account, or really used tumblr much at all! So much has changed in these last years, I am 7 years older believe it or not!!!!

First things first, I doubt anyone will see this as I am sure many of the folks I used to interact with have moved on from here, or changed accounts. If you remember me, or see this, I would love to say hi <3

After leaving tumblr, I was able to get a pretty large following on tiktok doing aquarium related content, as well as specimen preservation tutorials and process videos (I'm @fishydaddy if you're curious!). Sadly, as many of us are probably aware, tiktok will likely be unavailable in the US this upcoming year, and I felt like it was time to come back to tumblr as it was a huge part of my adolescence. I'm not sure how much this site has changed in the years since I have been gone, but it has been absolutely fantastic going through old archival content and getting all nostalgic and inspired :,)

Looking at this old blog and seeing the work I did as a teenager makes me feel all kinds of things, but it mainly has given me the spirit to get back into art and posting again. I would love to have my content available across many platforms and hopefully set up my own website soon. I will keep this blog for archival reasons, but will likely move all of my newer postings to a new blog. I have a super hard time choosing a name for a brand (???) or social media handle, and have changed it MULTIPLE times throughout the years, but would really like to stick with one from now on. Since I am known as fishydaddy now (a very silly joke name I used not thinking I would actually gain popularity and have a hard time changing it after lol) I will probably continue using that, or a similar name, as fishydaddy is taken on a lot of platforms. I will post an update on what my new username is and how to find me across social media if y'all are interested!

If you've made it this far and are invested, here are some life updates!

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I was able to go to college and get a degree in aquarium science, one of my main passions is aquatic animal husbandry, so being able to get a degree in a niche topic was amazing!

After moving away from home after a gap year post high school, life got pretty hard (although it was always pretty hard, just in a different way). I feel like a lot of my inspiration and drive towards art faded as I didn't have the time or energy to refine skills and learn new things. There have been a few moments where I have gotten back into it, but it has been fleeting, as been good mental health.

When I was posting on this blog, I came out as non-binary (I think I was 16 or 17 at the time?), and being in this community was a huge reason that I was able to learn about gender identity, expression, and the existence of non-binary identities. It was hard at first with family acceptance and self acceptance, as well as strings of bad relationships with straight men who didn't see me as the person I am, but all these years later I am happy to say that the age old quote is true, it DOES get better :,)

I now have been on hrt for over 6 years, and become more comfortable with myself.

~~~~I am non-binary still, on the more masculine end of things but a feminine masculine person, and use they/he pronouns~~~

Transitioning obviously doesn't fix everything, and new struggles come along with transitioning, but I am so happy with the direction my life has gone. I met an amazing person about 4 years ago and we have been together ever since. He is the first cisgender man I have dated where I felt completely understood, accepted, and valued for being truly myself. It also helps that he isn't straight (If you're a young trans person and dating PLEASE do not date someone that says they're " (whatever sexuality) but will make an *exception* for you". I've done it three times and boy oh boy does it leave some lasting scars and blows to self confidence!

Aside from gender stuff, my mental health journey has been a rocky road, but I am nearing a point where I feel I am able to work towards a better life. From childhood, I have always had intense anxiety and obsessive thoughts, which increased drastically during adolescence and morphed into full blown chronic depression, social anxiety, and executive functioning issues that I was never able to fully improve on.

When I came out to my parents at the age of 18, instead of acceptance, I was taken to an autism specialist. I guess my parents thought the reason for being transgender was autism in my case. Well, turns out both can be true (sarcasm), and 8 years later, my parents are very accepting of both my gender and neurodivergence.

This past year, I was finally able to see a psychiatrist that was able to help. My first psychiatrist was from all the way back when I was 15 and I hadn't seen one since getting prescribed antidepressants. Well turns out there are nifty genetic tests that can screen for genetic differences that can cause sensitivities or resistances to certain medications, as well as indicate certain chemical deficiencies or mental health conditions. I was on the wrong medication and given a misdiagnosis for over a decade. I feel like I wasted so much time and suffered through those years. There were good times and beautiful memories to look back on, but I was really sick for years and wasn't taken seriously/unable to be helped based on my description of the problem. It wasn't until I had a horrible depressive burnout episode when I went back to college for a fisheries and wildlife degree that I knew I HAD to do something ASAP. I completely wasted time and money, only to ghost my school, teachers, and classes without being able to communicate how badly I was doing. I took a break from school, got a job in fish health research, and got burnt out AGAIN during one of the best jobs I have ever had in my life. I knew I had to do something, and I finally was diagnosed with ADHD through genetic testing and a new psychiatrist.

The best way that I can describe this feeling I've had since I was in 5th grade, is nausea, dread, terror, fatigue, and just an overall feeling that something is very, very wrong, all the time. It wasn't just anxiety, it was something deeply unsettling that I could never escape. Well, it turns out that I literally am lacking very important chemicals for human functioning due to rapid uptake and processing of those particular chemicals, such as dopamine and adrenaline. I finally feel like I am not broken, that all this work I have been trying to do through self-betterment and therapy that didn't work wasn't my failure or lack of will. It is literally that I blast through dopamine like nobody's business and then am left with nothing, leading to a horrible feeling all the time. Since being prescribed the proper medication, I finally feel like a normal, functioning human being. Some days are hard still, but that's true for everyone. It's like I can finally see through this invisible veil that has been in front of me for my whole life. I feel like I can talk to people like when I was a kid, be myself, work on unmasking, and truly enjoy life and have fun.

Now that I am doing better, I am so excited to start working on what I love again, which is art! My medium has changed many times throughout the years, from pen & ink, to plushies, and more recently into specimen preservation and sculpting, but I always love doing EVERYTHING (ha! who would've guessed I have adhd????). My plan for this upcoming year is to really focus on practicing art, as well as create more things to share with people, be it content, or sellable art. Recently, in the town I live in, an awesome vintage market has opened and has space for an oddity seller which is right up my alley. Fingers crossed that I can get a spot there!

I also want to work more on educational content surrounding aquatic life, from marine biology, to keeping aquariums and general fish health management. This is one of my biggest passions, and my special interest. I have learned so much working in the aquatics industry over the years and would love to share the important information that I have acquired from working in public aquariums, commercial aquatic facilities, and just being a hobbyist on the side.

If you got all the way down to the bottom of this post where I just totally word vomited my entire life story, first of all, who are you sweet angel baby? (not an mfm quote I promise), and also thank you for taking the time out of your day to read some stranger's post????

Oh! and please add me on neopets if you play!!! (babymoonbetta)

Here are some fun bonus photos of me and my partner <3

[sendsexycopsasap]

Resentment list 4th step

1.being born into an awful divorce, this traumatized me and ruined my self-esteem. This covers so much I'm not sure how I'll get to 20?

2.my shy, timid nature. It would kill me to hurt a fly I'm quite the softie.

3.self-harm. I began cutting myself extensively around 18-19, this really cemented the self-hatred that stalks me all the time.

4.my female friends as a kid knowing I was gay before I did. My dick really controls me sometimes I just wanna get rid of it.

5.Being brought to a psychiatrist at 14(wow this is a big one) and going along with whatever he said because I didn't know better(how could I?). He put me on over a dozen different anti-depressants by the time I turned 15.

6. Poverty and injustice I see all around me, it sucks how unfair this world can be.

7.My father being an alcoholic, although he would never admit this. He used to get drunk and "wrestle" me really aggressively as a kid( like age 9)

8.getting creepily diddled by my family doctor, she said she was "checking me for lumps" but she had this creepy grin on her face and it lasted for at least 20 seconds.

9. My mother refusing any contact with me for the past 6 years. This has been the saddest part of my life, she raised me on her own and I feel so lost without her I cannot bear. I love her more than anything, she's my everything.

10. Crystal meth. You sank your hooks into me and ripped away my kindness, humanity and soul. I will never forgive you.

11.The deep sadness I've felt my entire life. This kindof relates to the first two, but just for context, this is the hole that meth filled. This was caused by an acute lack, of love and kindness/ my upbringing.

12. The demons that Crystal meth brought out of me. I will get more into this as it's really a few things. First of all it made me violent, my first time coming down I punched this small, make nurse as hard as I could. this isn't me, this isn't what my mother raised me to to.

13. This is my blog and there's just no way around this, my dad is kindof a pedophile, or "hebophile" more accurately, I've seen him thirsting over teenage girls. My mother, acutely aware of this did her best to shelter me from him and keep me safe. I always thought my mother's love was enough, I believed it would protect me.

14. When my mother left me at 19, I pretty much immediately began masturbating to the thought of girls a few years younger than me as a coping mechanism. I'll never forgive myself for this, when she left it felt like the good part of me left too.

15. The strange omerta surrounding these, uh, "issues" that make it impossible to actually help anyone and pretty much guarantee someone could get hurt, even though it's 2024, I geuss it's because it only really happens in men and we're in a tough place as a society(COVID)

16. As you may have geussed by now, Crystal meth brought out full blown pedophillc thoughts in me. It was the only thing that made me not suicidal for the first time in years, but yeah after a few months of daily use. I just full on wanted to fuck a child I can't really explain it, I don't act on these thoughts I'd rather jump off a bridge.

17. In conclusion, you may say "LOL UR A P3D0 KYS", and to that I say, alright. I've survived 3 or 4 suicide attempts so don't think you can break me so easily. I'm not here to advocate for pedophiles, but I'm a person, an inconveniently queer one so make of that what you will!

P.S. I'm in therapy and have been sober from meth so since August, I'm doing my best to man-up and solve my issues but if that's not good enough for you, you know what I know exactly how you feel a lot of things aren't good enough for me, including your society.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Ok, it is the last day of September, leaves are turning yellow slowly but surely. Imagine someone coming to Riot and then this dialogue happens.

"Wow, cant imagine, the summer is really over."

"Yeah, me too. I`ll be missing it."

"Why?"

"Well, because despite everything, it was actually... fun."

My question is, who is Riot talking to, and why would she describe this summer as 'fun'? What is her most wholesome memory from this summer? What made her smile, what would she retell to her friends?

[Disclaimer: extended Spanish dialogue would be written between <>]

''Are you ready, sweetheart?''

Christine Vega nodded slowly, her eyes still drinking the view of the sea beyond the cliff where she was standing. The cool breeze gently rustled her blonde hair, but she was so absorbed in the sights that in that moment, she didn't care.

Colonel Alan Cameron, of the Black Watch, 3rd Battalion, Royal Regiment of Scotland, retired, smiled fondly and crossed his arms, leaning against the jeep.

Each day that passed, his granddaughter looked more and more like her mother. From the looks down to the stern attitude which she adopted in life. Hard on herself. Selfless towards others. Now at 18 years old, she was all grown up.

Colonel Cameron looked back at the country house behind them, now closed and dark, devoid of life. The cattle had been sold to the neighbours, the family heirlooms that were important had been either stashed or packed in the luggage that filled the trunk and backseats of the jeep.

The only thing left was to say goodbye.

''I can't believe Summer is already over'' He commented, turning his head to watch his granddaughter again. She was still there, hands in the pockets of her jeans, staring into the ocean.

''Yeah. I'll miss it''

''Why?'' Calmly, he approached her to stand by her side, with his arms still crossed.

''Despite everything, I had fun, grandad'' Christine looked up at him with a smile, but the Colonel couldn't be fooled that easily, as weak as he was for his little girl.

Last year had been absolutely awful, for the two of them.

First, his wife had passed of a sudden, unexpected illness. Then, a mere month later, during the school year, his son in law's parents, Christine's other set of grandparents, passed away within a week of each other. Her abuelo for complications with a chronic illness, her abuela supposedly of a broken heart.

Christine's parents couldn't even come back from their job in Africa in time for the funerals, and everything fell on her shoulders. The Colonel was about to retire, and still had to sell his house, and thus the teenager stayed home, being taken care of by the neighbours, who would be now in charge of watching over the house while she moved to UK to study.

Because she had been accepted into Cambridge to study History. The Colonel was so proud of her he could burst any time.

''Which was your favourite part, sweetheart?''

Christine hesitated, leaning against her grandfather's body to rest her head against his shoulder.

''That I forgot everything and we just had fun travelling around'' She murmured, remembering the two month long road trip they had just finished, visiting as much of the country as they could. ''I won't ever forget it''

''<¡Christina!>'' An older woman's voice called her from behind them, and grandfather and granddaughter turned to face one of the neighbours, a woman that had been her abuela's best friend.

''<Adela... I'll miss you>'' Christine hugged the teary frail woman as delicately as she could, while Adela kissed her cheek repeatedly.

''<This is your home, don't ever forget about that. Ah if Luisa and Antonio could see you they would be so proud>'' The old woman sniffled. ''<You're going abroad to study! Like your dad!>''

''<I'll come back as often as I can to see all of you>'' Christine assured tenderly, unable to pry away from the woman's clutches, so her grandfather came to the rescue.

''We should get going, sweetheart''

The teary old woman still had to be convinced by the rest of her family, all of which came out to see them off and hug Christine for the last time in a long time.

When she finally could get into the jeep her own eyes were teary. Colonel Cameron looked at her with a knowing smile, and brushed her cheek with his knuckles.

''Cheer up, sweetie. It's not everyday that you get to go on a road trip with your old grandpa''

''We just arrived from one!'' Christine laughed, waving at her neighbours as the jeep made its way to the road. ''But I'm going to enjoy this one too''

''The freedom before drowning in books, innit?''

''I could always enlist like you'' She smiled widely, knowing full well that was something her grandpa would have liked, but he shook his head, laughing.

''And your parents would kill me for that''

As if they cared, Christine thought, looking out of the window, mentally saying good bye to the rolling hills and the green forests, to the cliffs and the sea.

[dianneking]

New teacher in town (Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti)

Larissa Weems x Melissa Schemmenti.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, spoilers for Wednesday S1 finale, mentions of past Larissa/Laurel, hints of past Morticia/Larissa, Larissa Weems Lives, Larissa Weems needs a hug, swearing, alcohol consumption.

Crossposted on ao3: link here!

The first thing that Larissa thinks as her eyes met the figure of the new hire – and she is not proud to admit it, not even to herself – is ‘Oh, fuck, not another redhead’. Fate has a way to be ironic sometimes, and this feels like someone somewhere is having a cosmic laugh at her expense.

"Oh wow. You sure are a whole lot of woman." There is something so trite about comments on her height that Larissa cannot help a sarcastic comeback from leaving her lips: "Is that so? I’ve never noticed.” The newcomer doesn’t seem offended by her impoliteness – as if she expected nothing less caustic as a retort – studying her with a calculating gaze.  

"Well you sure ain't Sicilian, not with those legs and pale face and white hair. Any chance you might be Italian?"

"I'm from Worthing."

"Is that in the South?"

"That's in Britain."

"Ah, such a sad country."

"Excuse me?"

"But it is! A sad, grey country with sad beige foods. No sun, no life, no spices…just sad. And you overcook pasta."

Larissa closes her eyes, pleading to a higher Being to grant her patience in this trying hour. Not Fate. She knows not to trust Her anymore.

"What brings you to Nevermore, Miss Schemmenti?"

"I felt like changing hang-outs."

"After twenty years in the same school?"

"Are you calling me old?"

"Miss Schemmenti, I simply find it hard to believe that someone would suddenly move states after staying for so long in one place just for a change of scenery."

"What's with the questioning? Are you with the cops? I'll have you know that my record is squeaky clean, I was always perfectly innocent."

"Miss Schemmenti, the last normie teacher we hired in this school tried to unleash an undead fire-wielding pilgrim on the students. You'll forgive me if I try to prevent any more suspicious characters from entering the staff."

She surely doesn't expect the redhead to burst into surprised laughter.

"Miss Schemmenti, I hardly think this is a laug–"

"An undead, fire-wielding pilgrim? That takes some guts to set up! Who was this person? Were they Sicilian?"

"Her name was Laurel Gates." Larissa hates how simply mentioning her makes the old wound reopen, the deep, dark stab of betrayal as painful as the day it was discovered.

"Hmmm, no Gates married into the Schemmenti family, that I know of. I must ask Nonna, she knows all the comings and goings."

"That is hardly going to make me trust you more, Miss Schemmenti."

"Look, blondie. It's not rocket science: you have a free teaching place and no teachers crazy enough to come to this lair of outcasts after half of it burned down in a mysterious accident. Not to even mention the string of murders before that. I, on the other hand, need to get away from Philly and lay low for a while. Also, I taught second graders in a public school. Outcast teenagers and undead pilgrims can't hold a candle to that in terms of scariness. As for the fire-wielding part, us Schemmentis have a rich history in firefighting. I’ll be okay."

As much as it pains Larissa, the woman has a point. She has all the paperwork in order to become the botanical sciences teacher, and she is the only one that has applied. In months. The board would have her head if she didn't hire her simply because she didn't trust her.

"Beggars can't be choosers."

It’s not the woman’s fault if her hair will give Larissa flashbacks to something she’s trying her best to bury.

Like she herself almost was.

"I knew you'd see reason. Also, you lot pay way better than Abbott's. Granted, working the streets paid better than Abbott's, too, so that's hardly an achievement."

—

"Do you even eat, Weems?"

Larissa tiredly looks up from her laptop. It is late – must be at least half past nine pm – and it feels like she’s drowning in emails and paperwork and ‘to the attention of the principal’ and ‘kind regards’. The last thing she needs today is the new teacher’s attitude.

"What now, Melissa?"

"It's Schemmenti to you, blondie."

"Very well, Miss Schemmenti, what seems to be the problem today?"

"Your eating habits, or lack thereof."

"I fail to see how that is any of your business."

"No wonder you are so cranky all the time if you don't eat properly. You're coming with me, let's go."

Larissa finds her hand being tugged and all she can think about for a minute is how warm Melissa's hand is in her own. By the time she gets her wits back, she is being unceremoniously dragged through the corridors to the teacher's quarters. The shared kitchen, specifically.

She can only look on, astounded as the small redhead – only slightly taller than Maril- than Laurel had been, and really, Larissa should stop thinking about her – manhandles into a chair, hands her a glass of red wine and starts flittering around the kitchen, pulling ingredients together and throwing them in pots and pans. Mechanically, Larissa takes a sip and can’t help the groan of delight that falls from her lips.

Melissa turns at the sound, and Larissa for a moment thinks she can see a tinge of redness dusted on her cheekbones, but maybe it’s a trick of the light, maybe it’s the steam from the boiling water in front of her, because the other woman’s mouth opens in a smirk, a spark of smugness dancing in her eyes, and there’s no hesitation in her voice as she asks: “You like the Nero d’Avola? I have a guy who gets it for me directly from Sicily… I can’t deal with all of those American reds. Too light, too easy. Sicilian reds instead, they make love to your tongue.”

The grin widens and Larissa cannot help but think of the disappointment brought to her by another kind of American red and how she hoped that this Sicilian red wasn’t going to get to her head. Or worse, her heart.  

She wouldn’t mind her making love to her tongue though.

“There you go, blondie. Eat up, there’s more if you want it.��

When Larissa takes the first bite of the pasta Melissa has set in front of her, she doesn’t groan. She moans.

And this time she’s sure she’s not imagining the faint blush that is coloring the redhead’s cheeks.

–

"Have you ever been with a woman, Weems?" They have drunk the whole bottle, and then another one, and as the ruby wine courses through their veins, loosening their tongues, their conversation has turned to more and more personal topics.

"If you're going to ask me personal questions, might as well call me Larissa."

"You do have a point there. Plus, I cooked for you. I guess we can switch to a first-name basis. The question still stands."

"I don't have the best track record with women, but yes, I've been with two of them."

"Now you make me want to know what happened." Melissa tops off her glass and Larissa thinks this could be a bad idea. But at the same time, she’s never had someone care enough to ask. Even with Marilyn – Laurel, damnit – they never seemed to have the time to talk about their past with each other. In retrospect the reason was pretty clear, but the damage had already been done.

"The first one killed someone who was already dying and dropped his body in front of me from a balcony, and ended up marrying the man who took the blame for that not-murder."

"Damn, that's hot."

Larissa's lips quirk up in a half-smile. Trust Melissa to say something like that, with no judgement, but a slightly awed air about her.

“Yeah, well, that’s your everyday fare here at Nevermore apparently. I told you that with your penchant for dramatics you’d fit right in.”

“No really. It’s like out of one of those love stories full of death and drama! Like the Carmen or something.” Her hands are in the air, wildly gesticulating as she tries to explain herself better. Larissa finds herself smiling at her enthusiasm. At least someone's getting some entertainment out of her own past mistakes.

“After that, all relationships must have seemed a little too tame.”

"Oh, I wouldn’t say that. The second one almost killed me."

“Oh come on, now who’s the one being overly dramatic?”

“Trust me, there’s no exaggeration here.” Larissa sips her wine, feeling its fullness on her tongue. She has never told anyone about Marilyn. It's still too raw. And she doesn't want to admit she has been blinded by her own feelings, and Nevermore has almost paid the price for it. She swallows the alcohol, trying to swallow the self-loathing with it as well.

"Is that a metaphor to say that she ruined your life?"

Larissa feels her own hand come up to play with the small scar to the side of her neck. It's almost invisible to the eye, nothing more than a circlet of lighter, tougher skin, but she can still feel it, the needle stabbing her neck, the burning of the poison being injected. The even stronger pain of betrayal. She swallows again and keeps her voice forcefully light.

"Oh no, I meant it quite literally. She injected nightshade in my neck."

Melissa gapes at her, her green eyes travelling to where her hand is still absentmindedly playing with the microscopic scar. She closes her mouth. Then she opens it up again, but no sound comes out.

"Don't tell me I managed to actually shut up the Melissa Schemmenti."

"No, Jesus. I just… and I thought my ex-husband was bad. This…this is another level of fucked up."

"That's me, I am a perfectionist. If I have a bad breakup, it's murder or nothing."

She tries to play it off with some self-deprecating humor, aware of the heaviness she had brought to the table. No wonder she never had a confidante. It was too much to unload on someone. She herself was too much, possibly.

“I’m so sorry, Larissa.” And suddenly she’s being enveloped in a hug by the other woman. Her arms are warm around her shoulders, and with Melissa standing beside her chair, Larissa’s face is buried in her fiery hair, and her body is soft and her perfume fills Larissa’s nostrils and–

–And suddenly, something breaks within Larissa and all the composure she had managed to keep since waking up in the hospital, since coming back to her rightful place at the head of Nevermore simply shatters.

Nevermore’s Principal starts sobbing into the new hire’s shoulder, soaking her leopard-print shirt with all the tears she had never allowed herself to shed. And it’s not the wine, and it’s not the pasta, and it’s not even the fact that Melissa’s hair is the same shade as Marilyn’s. What does Larissa in is the fact that for some unfathomable reason no matter her brashness and her harshness, Melissa cares.

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[umihoshi]

Autumn anime 2023 is so STACKED, it's illigal!

Aside from the obviously amazing continuing shows, there's TOO MANY great new ones.

Based on first episodes, here's my top ranking (may be subject to change cuz Apothecary Diaries isn't out yet. And excluding SpyxFamily, dr. Stone and Tokyo Revengers which are all *chef's kiss*)

1. Kamonohashi Ron: Deranged Detective

you had me at Detective. and then you had me at Deranged. Also, I'm a big fan of Amano Akira's other works, Reborn and eldLIVE (Psycho-Pass not so much, but she only did the character art) Depressed adult who is too curious for his own good, what's not to love?

2. Undead Unluck

I saw the manga before and had been really anticipating the anime. They're such a fun duo and their personalities and abilities compliment one another really well. looks like there'll be a lot of cool unusual superpowers. Reminds me a lot of Blood Lad, just hoping this anime won't end with virtually nothing solved T~T;

3. Kingdom of Ruin

Bit on the over the top side with the amount of tragedy, but the worldbuilding seems very interesting. I'm a slut for witch hunting too. May end up severely traumatized if I continue, but we'll see how it goes.

4. My New Boss Is Goofy

My soul is healed, my crops are growing. Grown men doing stilly stuff is comfort food for the eyes. Looks a bit yaoi baiting, but can't complain if it's cute. Reminds me of Cool Douji Danshi.

5. Migi & Dali

I don't even know what's going on at this point, it's so surreal. Elder couple wants to adopt one child and genius twins thought 'we can work with that'. The silly love children of Johan Liebert and Sakamoto desu ga. (same author as Sakamoto too. it sure shows.)

6. Crash course on Naughtiness

Last season, I was confronted with the pet-peeve of feeble waifu syndrome (I finished My Happy Marriage, but I'm sorry, I could not stand that girl...) And this season around, I realized the formula that breaks the curse of feeble waifus: a batshit crazy counterpart. This man is just bullying her with kindness. plus points for another excelent job done by Sugita Tomokazu.

7. Frieren

As a big fan of DnD, I can't say no to such a DnD-based series. Plus the pressure of having to live such a long live as elves do is very interesting. It's a bit slow to my liking, but the characters are amusing and layered.

8. Yuzuki family's 4 sons

a young man who has to take care of his 3 little brothers after his parents died, give me some napkins Q-Q not a single person looks or acts their age (the youngest has better vocabulary than I do;;) but it's all fun and sweet and trying to find your way in an unusual family-hirarchy

9. I'm in love with the villainess

My eyes hurt from looking at this. But the over the top artstyle works quite well with how silly the story is. I too would like to say 'step on me, mommy' to my favorite villain. Just hope it won't become repetitive in its jokes.

10. Tearmoon Empire

Wow, will you look at that. Another reincarnated villainess. Luckily, this one has no memories of living in a different world or something. Just her future self's diary. Enjoying the concept where she's not suddenly a saintly good girl for a change.

11. Oujo to Banken

This dude is on THIN fucking ice. I commonly enjoy age gaps very much. but in no way what so ever, would I support a relationship between a teenager and the 10 year older guy who basically raised her. Him being her parent figure is where I draw the line. That said, I'm eating up the amount of over-protectiveness and yakuza-logics. It has the amount of spice I had hoped to find in Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting that wasn't there.

12. Ragna Crimson

I'm sorry. just...... you can't make me believe that the ditsy loli-girl is the best dragon killer in the world. stop. The maincharacter is quite interesting, though. I like how it's like... his actual own power that he has for his OP special snowflake thing. Borrowing tomorrow's energy for today.....that's the description of a burn out I read the other day;;; But you do you, boy. good luck dying very early in life.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - The Twins' Birthday!

Morning rises at the Legacy House as another milestone approaches the family! Yes, the twins are leaving toddlerhood behind for the next phase of life!

Sigrid: Ohoho! Look at these two cuties! Are Lilith and Angela ready for a day of fun?

Alma: Yeah!

Sigrid: That's the spirit! Well, girls, time for one last hoorah!

Soon enough, sims start piling into the backyard, ready for some fun under the sun!

Anya: So my blockhead brother really managed to build this treehouse all by himself?

Robin: With just these two hands! Took me some time and I'm still picking out splinters, but it's worth it. You know me, anything for my girls.

Anya: Well that's surely something I have always respected you for. You're a good pops, little bro. Dad would be proud.

Robin: Thanks, sis. That means a lot.

Anya: Don't get used to all this praise. You're still my snotty little brother.

Robin chuckles, but the two smile with an immense amount of understanding between them.

Sigrid: Wow, Matilda! You really went all out with your costume!

Matilda: Oh, this old thing? Just some scraps that was about to head out to the thrift shop. You know I'm all about helping the less fashionable.

The two giggle.

Matilda: Nah, I'm just glad I convinced Colt to dress up as my evil twin. Gives him the opportunity to let out all that pent-up anger.

Sigrid: He's still heartbroken about his ex?

Matilda: Yes, won't stop talking about her. But no worries, that's where Auntie Tilda comes in!

Sigrid: What would we do without you?

Sabrina: Juno's having a blast. Having Milo and Roddy? He'll always have a buddy.

Beau: He's such a sweetheart, I'm sure he'll make tons of more friends in elementary school.

Sabrina: Hard to believe he'll be aging up soon, too. When the twins' birthday comes around, it really puts things into perspective that he's growing up just as fast.

Beau: Time waits for no one.

Sabrina: Are we getting old?

Beau: Nah. I still got plenty of good years ahead of me. Don't know about you though.

Sabrina gives him a look.

Sabrina: Ha ha, very funny.

Sabrina: Nyla, you're rocking those sunglasses!

Nyla: Perfect accessory to complete my outfit! And of course, the perfect accessory to help me survive a sweaty summer children's party.

Sabrina: Tell me about it. Gonna have to keep my arms down through the day. I'm sure Juno will have me chasing him around all day.

Nyla: Well I'm also seeing another little tyke here. And what I'm assuming is his hunky daddy?

Sabrina: Oh, Milo and Coty? Yeah, they came to spend time with the kiddos. Milo and Audrey have been especially close.

Nyla: They're the ones we saw at the beach, right?

Sabrina: Mhm.

Nyla: Coty was making googly-eyes at Sigrid, you know.

Sabrina pauses.

Sabrina: ...You noticed that too?

Nyla: Anyone with eyes noticed it. Might wanna keep an eye on that one.

Sabrina: I'm sure he doesn't mean any real harm. In any event, we'll be seeing more of him thanks to Milo.

Nyla: And with that, I need a drink.

The day is filled with tons of fun, with the birthday girls getting in their playtime, older sims enjoying some time on the dance floor, and three sets of twins finally being reunited for the first time in a long time.

This is especially big, since it means Lloyd and Wren (previously known as Kirk) are finally reunited, a very rare occurrence due to the housing arrangments.

Sigrid: So good to have all the twins together again.

Yolanda: Yeah, thanks to Anya. She really did help give me some perspective on Sergio. It's not perfect, but at least we can communicate a little better.

Sigrid: Does he still want to take Wren and Lloyd?

Yolanda: Yes, but I don't know... Wren's going through a lot, and with their identity changing, teenage hormones, I don't want to create more unecessary change. They know me, they've grown up with their sisters and me. Losing their mom, everything shifting so drastically at such a young age... They need stability.

Sigrid: And you can't take Lloyd?

Yolanda: It's not that I "can't", per se. It's just... I'm already raising three kids on my own. My place isn't the biggest, and I already feel bad about having the kids all crammed into one room. I just can't afford a bigger place right now. It wouldn't be fair to take in a fourth. It's complicated. But we'll find a way. We always do.

Sigrid: You know you always have the Lay's full support. Whatever we can do, we'll do our best.

Yolanda: Thanks.

And before they knew it, the time had come for the girls to blow out their candles. Say goodbye to toddlerhood, Alma and Audrey...

And hello to childhood! May the next phase of life bring you many great experiences!

[ashplayz]

I Will Survive: (Scooby doo and the 13 ghosts, Vincent Van Ghoul x reader)

Song by Gloria Gaynor.

Okay so I think I'm going to start doing more song driven stories because it's better than making them into videos.

So as a kid I watched Scooby doo and the 13 ghosts, it was iconic and a huge part of my childhood. Even back then as a kid I always thought Vincent Van Ghoul could ✨get it✨ I didn't even know simping was a thing then so I guess you could say he was one of the first characters I ever simped for.

Recently I've started thinking about that show even after years without thinking about it, and of course I thought of him, so naturally I got an idea for a fanfiction with him and it was heavily inspired by "I will survive" Now I don't necessarily remember much on his character so it might not be entirely accurate, but this is (readers/y/ns) story not his.

Backstory so you understand why there's tension between them-

Y/n and Vincent knew each other when they were younger (around the mystery Inc gang's age) and they captured the 13 ghosts together, love started to grow between them but sadly that didn't last.. When they were capturing the ghosts one of the ghosts tried to trick Y/n into trusting it and unfortunately Y/n believed it. She stood up against Vincent and it caused him to believe she was possessed and was being controlled by the ghost, so he detained her and basically tried to perform an exorcism on her.. Witch was not only painful but extremely traumatic.. Then he was just gone.. So many years had since gone by and any pain she had in her heart had turned to bitterness.. But I wouldn't nesisisaly say hatred..

(Now onto the story)

Y/n: POV (After he left)

'At first I was afraid, I was petrified..

Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side..'

…

'But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong..

And I grew strong.

And I learned how to get along'

(Time skip to after the 13 ghosts are released..) Y/n is a Clairvoyant, an ability that made her a valuable ally in capturing the ghosts in the first place.

(Only you can return the demons to the chest.

Why us!?

Because you let them out.

…

(That is exactly why we shouldn't be the ones to do this-)

Vincent knew that that bumbling group of idiots would need some help in returning the ghosts, And as much as the idea turned his stomach into knots he knew that he- they.. Needed your help..)

…

Y/n: POV After she sees Vincent after all this time..

"Oh, so now you're back?"

Vincent: POV *Shifts uncomfortably, swallowing the lump forming in his throat before speaking*

"Y/n..I need your help-"

Y/n: *sighs* "Seriously Ghoul.. I swear if If I'd known for just one second you'd be back to bother me-"

Vincent: *grabs her hand* "Y/n please-"

Y/n: *Pulls away*

"Go on now, go, walk out the door!

Just turn around now

'Cause you're not welcome anymore."

POV: 'Did You think I'd crumble?

You think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not I, I will survive.'

'Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive.

I will survive'

(Vincent manages to get her to hear him out, the idea that he would let something like this happen was very amusing to her..)

Y/n: *Dry chuckle*.. "Wow Vincent.. Don't tell me you're so far gone that you can't even stop a bunch of teenagers from opening that damned box.. You were more than willing to betray someone close to you to prevent that exact thing from happening."

*Vincent flinched at the sting that gave off but maintained his composer*

"Y/n I understand what you might think about me, but that doesn't change the fact that those ghosts are free and wreaking havoc on innocent people.. Those kids don't know what they're doing. They need help"

…

Y/n: "Fine. But I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for them because I've seen firsthand how evil those spirits are.. But once this is over with I never want to see you again, do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal…

…

(Time skip to long after y/n starts helping the mystery Inc gang, and in an odd way reconnected with Vincent)

Y/n: *Talking with some people in the mystery Inc gang about her past with Vincent*

"It took all the strength I had not to fall apart

Kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart

And I spent So many nights just feeling sorry for myself.

I used to cry

But now I hold my head up high!"

(She was unaware that he was watching Via his Crystal ball..)

Vincent: POV..

'And I see her..

Somebody new

She's not that chained-up little person still in love..'

…

(Time skip again to the episode with Nekara)

Y/n felt an uncanny amount of jealousy upon seeing that 'woman' hang off of Vincent's arm, and y/n was the reason her spell on him wore off. And how she did that was by kissing him (but not by choice) Afterwards she slaps him hard 🥲 and storms off and he follows her.

Y/n: "So you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free!?

Well, now I'm saving all my lovin' for someone who's loving me!"

Vincent: "Y/n I do-"

Y/n: "Go on now, go!

Just turn around now 'Cause you're not welcome anymore."

"Weren't you the one who tried to Break me? Leaving me when I needed you the most!"

"You think I'd crumble?

You think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not I, I will survive

Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive

I will survive.."

Y/n: *slightly falters upon seeing the defeated look on his face..*

*scofs*

POV: 'Just turn around now.. he was the one who tried to break me..

He thought I'd crumble and that I'd lay down and die..

Oh no, not I, I will survive.'

Y/n: *turns to walk away*

'I will survive'..

I will survive..

…

So.. Do they get together once the ghosts are defeated? Maybe.. Do the mystery inc gang ship the two of you? Definitely, heck even the ghosts do. 🙂

[esperanta-dragon]

💥🦋🦈 for the ask game?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

The whole Shadowlands and whole narrative built around Sylvanas to make her appear she was only a victim and did not want any of it. I don't believe she did not want it. Not only it made her look weak and dumb, but the amount of effort put into breaking and twisting the old established lore to achieve this... ooof. No. It does not work and will never work. To be honest I am still not sure what Blizzard tried to achieve. Why they went bonkers with her just to pull the breaks in the last moment. Why they couldn't make her a really good villain she deserved to be? Why she had to end up being just a pawn in all this? They wanted us to feel sorry for her? Did not happen because it does not work. Not even the book made me think that. The whole book was trying to avoid the Jailer and Shadowlands plot. Now we will never know how her original story after WotLK was supposed to go. I am just sad because she did not deserved it as incompetent writers used her badly and destroyed the whole lore to make it happen... what made it happen? I don't know and will never understand the reason behind this decision. Shadowlands will never belong to WoW lore, it will always stick out as some strange spin-off and I wish Blizzard made some change in the timeline with Bronze Dragonflight and erase it or claim that it was an alternative reality. We deserved better Shadowlands. And many characters deserved better resolution.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write? More of them.

Darion Mograine It took me 10 years to find out how to write him correctly. At first he was way too soft because I was a teenager who had this phase that all dark characters are misunderstood and they are all soft inside (yes even Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, etc... ugh). Then I wrote him way too tough, almost indifferent just to make him tough which is not true. He is not and it was shown in Legion and in We Ride Forth how much he cares about everybody even Bolvar.

Death knights are hard to write in general because you have to find the balance between their indifference to the living world but also show that they have a lot of issues, trauma, and regrets. So when I started writing RP with my friend, I couldn't be happier when she told me that Darion is incredibly complex and at first it doesn't make sense what he is doing and how does he react but when you figure out his core values, you get to understand him more and suddenly it makes sense.

Until this day, my friend who is writing Anduin still says from time to time that she can't exactly get into Darion's head because sometimes he does a lot of illogical stuff based on his moral compass and inner values. And I am not talking about how trauma and regrets and all the bad things are getting into his behavior.

And that makes me happy he is this kind of a weirdo.

Kel'Thuzad

Strange but KT is my favorite villain. When I started building my story with death knights many years ago, the Lich King was the one in the spotlight and doing decisions. Then I realized it doesn't make sense and he doesn't have the goddamn time and why should he care. So Kel'Thuzad would be the one doing all the stuff and planning before Light's Hope.

Then the book about sir Zeliek was in making. He wasn't there that much with the first version of the book. Which is absolutely pitty because I got to like him a lot. In the second version I am rewriting after years, taking out the stuff which was not working and using the potential on maximum, I can't wait to catch the drive and finish the book in a few weeks.

I just love writing highly calculating, insane characters. Which reminds me he is in one of my AU fanfics I am rewriting and I enjoyed absolutely every moment he was in. I should get back to it. He is crazy. I love working with him.

sir Zeliek

My child, hello. There are like 2-3 fanfics with sir Zeliek on the internet. 1 is goddamn good from @rabbitprint called Holding Circles. As an undead paladin, he has an incredible potential never fully used by Blizzard. So I adopted him, created his background from scratch, and connected his story with Warcraft III and WotLK so he ends up being crucial.

I've written the whole book about him in 2014. At that time it was not perfect but it helped me cope with toxic environment I was in. It was a first draft and over the years I've managed to analyze what should be deleted, what should be explored, changed and how to use the full potential of the book. My writing got better and I've managed to put a lot more details into it.

It was always my big dream to write the second version which will be finally good and translate it into English. I don't know if people will read it, if it will have at least one comment each chapter because... I tend to like characters nobody cares about.

But I hope somebody will like it and maybe people will in the end appreciate the story I've created around him. He was built from scratch. And I hope people will like him. Because he is in a grey moral zone and I've put a lot of effort into him. People realizing how big potential was missed would make me happy.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

You wouldn't believe but Arthas as the Lich King. It's super hard to write this kind of deity which should be stoic, and calm but creepy and intimidating at the same time. Unfortunately... when I try it, he always ends up being cringe.

Maybe it's just my feeling and maybe it got better. I would have to start rewriting the AU when the Lich King won the war in Northrend because he was there for a few moments.

Still, I am avoiding him when I can. It is funny when you write about death knights and you... can't avoid it 100%

[justsayun]

Leave my Bacon alone.

Wow, the New Year has begun.  Can I be even a better person than I was last year?  That's going to be a tough goal to reach.  I think I am off to a good start.  I've been taking care of myself so if I'm self-grading I'd go with 1st class looks, 3 class manners.  I'm grading my looks on a curve by the way.  Did you know that one in three women say Love Handles are sexy on a guy?  I only know 2 out of these 3 women.  Many of us men are more irresistible then we thought.  Saw a kid playing with his plastic animals in a grocery cart this weekend.  I asked him if he knew that Zebras are horses that escaped from prison.  That's why they have the stripes.  My wife lectured me how that child was going to tell other kids that Zebra story.   I said to lighten up Honey.  You should hear the fact that I have to throw out if I see a kid playing with a toy, Kangaroo.  I believe some things in life can't be improved upon.  One of them happens to be Bacon.  While in the store on Saturday I'm looking over the Bacon selection and what do I see, but  bacon that is a gut punch to all bacon lovers in the world.  It's packs of "Cinnamon Toast Crunch Bacon" that you can fry up in a skillet with you eggs in the morning.  Does bacon need a gimmick to taste good?  Who doesn't love the smell of bacon in the morning.  What company would allow a travisty like this to happen.  Where is PETA when you need them.  Can you imagine the nightmare of these poor little piglets being forced to eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cereal since birth to make their bacon taste like Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cereal.  You should have seen the people standing around in shock at this weird new bacon flavor.  One father with his teenage daughters were next to me and he told his kids, we'll never get that Cinnamon Toast Crunch Bacon.  We are bacon purists.  His one daughter asked if I'd try it.  I told her I'd rather die first.  But if they come out with a Fruity Pebbles Flavor I might give that a shot.

[faithindemocracy]

I never thought I would have to dictate a about democracy. I have heard people say in front of the camera that Kamala Harris   would be a terrible president, yet she at least Doesn’t go around saying this will be the last time you will vote, no you know who says this a lot a Man call Donald Trump meaning will try to be a Dictator. Many of you are shaking your head saying this person is crazy well wake up and smell the coffee he says it all the time he even said in his first presidency he wanted to be a Dictator.  He tried to do just that on January 6, 2000, that was an insurrection. what I don't understand what right does he think he had to do that he's never done anything for this country just for himself and his rich friends and all you people who say well he helped us the small businesses guess what boys and girls it's a con artist he wanted to be reelected if you don't believe me go back in time when he declared bankruptcy twice and cheated the small businesses that they went bankrupt while then he went back and sold the hotels he used those small business to build and made a fortune what truly angers me is that people vote for a man who makes fun of the military these people it's a volunteer service they died for us to keep our freedoms and rights. and you're willing to give it up to  this man. Do you know the founding fathers who made this nation are probably turning over on their graves because when Washington was offered by a colonel in his army a crown, he wrote this {

Be assured Sir, no occurrence in the course of the War, has given me more painful sensations than your information of there being such ideas existing in the Army as you have expressed, and I must view with abhorrence, and reprehend with severity," wrote Washington.

"I am much at a loss to conceive what part of my conduct could have given encouragement to an address which to me seems big with the greatest mischiefs that can befall my Country. If I am not deceived in the knowledge of myself, you could not have found a person to whom your schemes are more disagreeable."

 And with this he refused yet this arrogant man thinks he has the right to claim something that a great man refused I've heard people say they don't mind if Donald Trump is a dictator. What the hell are you talking about do you know anything about dictators because I do I grew up hearing about the them from  my parents had a flee their country and come to America legally because I know some of you were going to be saying they can't believe it but no they came here legally and gave up their beautiful l countries because 2 dictators 1 from Dominican Republic and the other one Cuba terrorize them. The first one the one from Dominican Republic college graduate in their country fled dictator name Trujillo and you want to know what  the reason was  because whenever he saw a beautiful woman or a beautiful teenage girl he would  have them kidnapped and raped them OK that's what a dictator does you have no right to say no or anything he does what he wants and Trump has shown himself to be a pig when it comes to women. Oh in case you don’t believe about Trujillo look him up he was butcher of a Dictator . The second one was called Batista Have guards who had a fist fight with what are my parents when they were young and my parents defeated them and they swore to get even so as adults my parent who was a trained and graduated as an  accountant making good money in his/her native land have to flee because they saw him one day I told them they were the going to kill him and they could do it because where the is a dictatorship there is no freedom anybody can pick you up from the street if they work for the dictator and kill you or rape you so yeah wow that you wanted to have trump as a dictator for four years. First of all dictators don't give up OK if  didn't know that we have a modern example of that a manager called Adolph Hitler who was elected to be chancellor of Germany and became a dictator who murdered 85 million people not only with the Holocaust people but with the war so please be quiet when you say you would like to have a dictator when you don't know what it is like to live under dictator.

Another thing I forgot to mention previously was that everybody was complaining that Joe Biden didn't do anything with the taxes only problem was when Donald Trump was president he passed a law that his tax laws could not be changed till after 2025. So don't blame Biden blame Your beloved President.

P.S. all you people who applauded I.C.E. when they put children in cages if your christian should. but in case you can't find it here

{ Jesus scolded his disciples for keeping children away from Him, claimed that the angels of children have direct access to his Father and that being tossed in the sea with a millstone around our neck would be a better choice than to hurt a child (Mt. 18:6,10).