#yazzy speaks

[taurusicorn2400]

ITA PRIDE MONTH!!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!?! ITS TIME TO REMEMBER THAT CLEM IS CANONICALLY BISEXUAL AND WHOEVER YOY SHIP HER WITH MAKES THAT SHIP A QUEER RELATIONSHIP YIPPEE!

[bookofmirth]

Since you don’t think there will be a written mating ceremony, maybe it’ll have something to do with Nesta going to the Prison or using the harp? I’m not sure, but I’m looking really forward to everything. I know there are some theories that Nesta has the ability to manipulate lightning and might charge Bryce with it. Do you have any predictions on what the bonus scenes, for Ruhn/Lidia & Nesta & Azriel, might be about?

You know, I thought about it some more, and maybe it's more possible than my initial reaction implied. Because as much as people like to claim that the bonus chapters don't matter, we know that they do. They get posted online, we all read them, they were written by the author. And so if that were to happen, it would make sense to happen in a bonus chapter so that 1) acotar-only people could just find it online without having to read and 2) it would be out of the way of the regular narrative for cc-only people who don't really care.

However, it still would be odd to me given that Azriel was named, not Cassian. And given the fact that she has avoided publishing those scenes thus far. I've also had thoughts about POV and how people misuse that phrase but I'll save it for another post.

I don't know if I have any solid theories yet, I've been too busy SCREAMING into bookclub, but I do think that the one with Nesta, Bryce, and Azriel could serve as a bridge from hofas to acotar5. Anything major to the plot of either book wouldn't be in a bonus, but... I could see it being a conversation between the three of them about the *implications* of something happening in hofas? For example, if Az gives up Truthteller, he'd be feeling a type of way about it. Nesta seems to have a connection to/understanding of him that his old friends don't. Bryce would be who he's giving it to.

Or, perhaps it's about the Trove? If Yazzy is right about Bryce's tattoo being the fourth trove item, the trove has featured much more heavily in acotar, not CC. They could have a discussion about what to do about the tattoo/Horn.

With Ruhn/Lidia GOSH there are so many options. Can they still speak psychically? What if it's a super sad pining scene? Again, it probably wouldn't be super important to the plot, but rather to their characters/emotions.

I don't think that the Bryce&Nesta&Az chapter or the Danika&Bryce chapters will have anything to do with ships. I don't think that any of them will have anything to do with ships that aren't already canon, especially.

Sorry this is just a braindump of ideas! Maybe when the cackling in my head dies down I'll be more coherent hahahaaaaa

[industrations]

Hi 🖤🖤 I inform you that you have a new fan😁 About a month ago I saw one of your drawings on tiktok and I really liked it (yes I know, I'm very revealing and fast lol). Then I noticed you chatting with yaz (yaz if you see this I salute you hihi). I didn't have the courage to speak up but I finally did and you know I love you hehem i wiesz, że cię kocham hehe

Hii<3

Thank you!!!! I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself here! And yes me and yazzie are friends :)

[pages-of-us]

The Christmas Trip

Twice a year, the Zane family made their way to Colorado to visit Ralph’s parents. Unlike Andrew’s extended family gatherings, which were formal and stiff (thanks in no small part to Great Aunt Viola’s scrutinizing gaze), the Vleugels household was vibrant, warm, and brimming with love. The house was large but unassuming, nestled in a quiet neighborhood where everyone knew everyone.

When Ralph and Andrew pulled up the driveway with the kids in tow, the front door burst open, and Ralph’s parents, Mrs. and Mr. Vleugels, emerged, their smiles wide and welcoming.

“Halmeoni! Harabeoji!” Yazmin shrieked, leaping out of the car and bolting toward her grandparents.

“Yazzie!” Mrs. Vleugels opened her arms just in time to catch Yazmin, who barreled into her with the force of a tiny tornado. “Oh, my sweet girl, look at you! Have you gotten taller?”

“Probably not,” Ellias mumbled under his breath as he grabbed his backpack from the car.

“Ellias, behave,” Andrew said firmly, though his lips twitched with amusement.

Elliot, always the quiet one, walked up to greet his grandparents with a polite bow. “Hi, Halmeoni. Hi, Harabeoji. It’s good to see you again.”

Ralph’s father grinned and ruffled Elliot’s hair. “You boys getting ready to beat your uncle Gunho at games again?”

Ellias perked up. “Wait—he’s here?”

“He’s setting up the console right now,” Mr. Vleugels replied.

Ellias and Elliot exchanged a look before darting into the house, their backpacks forgotten on the porch.

Andrew lingered by the car, stretching his back after the long drive. Ralph sidled up beside him, sliding an arm around his waist. “Ready to be smothered?”

“I’d like to see them try,” Andrew teased, though his voice carried warmth.

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Inside, the Vleugels home was a sensory overload of nostalgia and comfort. The living room smelled faintly of vanilla from the cookies Mrs. Vleugels had baked, and soft Korean music played from the stereo. Framed photos of Ralph and Gunho as children adorned the walls, alongside new pictures of the Zane kids, sent religiously by Andrew every few months.

Mrs. Vleugels immediately turned her attention to Andrew. “Andrew, my sweet son, you’re too skinny again! Are you even eating?”

Andrew chuckled, holding up his hands. “I promise I’m eating, Halmeoni.”

“Not enough!” she declared, ushering him to the couch. “Sit. Eat. You must be starving after that drive.”

Despite his protests, a plate of cookies appeared in Andrew’s lap within seconds. Yazmin giggled from her perch beside her grandmother, sneaking cookies off his plate.

“You know,” Yazmin declared, crumbs dusting her cheeks, “you’re my favorite grandma.”

“Am I?” Mrs. Vleugels asked, feigning surprise.

Yazmin nodded vigorously. “Dadda’s family is kind of...uh…” She paused, searching for the right word.

“Intense?” Ralph supplied from the doorway.

Yazmin grinned. “Yeah, intense! But you’re fun.”

Mrs. Vleugels laughed, her hand on Yazmin’s cheek. “And you’re my ray of sunshine.”

Andrew, quietly observing the exchange, smiled softly. His mind wandered to how different this was from his own family’s holiday gatherings, where formality ruled. Here, the conversation flowed naturally, and no one ever had to hide their true selves.

A little while later, Mr. Vleugels, who usually sat in comfortable silence, leaned toward Andrew. The older man had always been a man of few words, but today he seemed particularly eager to speak. “I have something for you, Andrew,” he said, his thick accent giving his words a certain gravitas.

Andrew looked up, surprised. “Oh, you didn’t have to—”

But Mr. Vleugels waved him off. He handed Andrew a small, carefully wrapped package.

Opening it, Andrew found a novel—The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern—and a small book on writing. He blinked in surprise. “You remembered that I write?”

Mr. Vleugels nodded slowly. “You have a way with words. I thought you’d enjoy this.”

Andrew was touched. He had always admired Mr. Vleugels’ quiet wisdom. “Thank you, Harabeoji. This means a lot.”

Ralph, who had been listening in, smiled at his father’s gesture. “See? Told you they get you, princess.”

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In the basement, Ellias and Elliot were awestruck by Uncle Gunho’s gaming setup: neon-lit keyboards, a massive monitor, and a collection of games so vast it could rival a store.

“Whoa,” Ellias whispered. “You’re like...a gaming god.”

Gunho smirked. “Runs in the family. You boys ready to play?”

Ralph wandered in, raising an eyebrow. “What’s this? Gunho, don’t tell me you’re corrupting my kids already.”

“Already?” Gunho shot back. “They’re naturals. Bet they’ve got your skills.”

Elliot glanced at Ralph. “Wait, Daddy, you’re good at games?”

Ralph shrugged nonchalantly. “I used to be decent. Had to give it up when life got busy.”

Gunho snorted. “Decent? You used to wipe the floor with me, hyung.”

Ellias and Elliot turned to Ralph, their eyes wide.

“Daddy, you have to play with us!”

Ralph hesitated. “I don’t know. It’s been years…”

Moments later, Ralph was in the middle of an intense match, his sons shouting instructions on either side. Gunho, for once, was on the losing end.

“Daaaaaaad!” Gunho groaned as Ralph claimed another victory. “Why are you like this?”

Ellias high-fived his father. “You’re awesome, Daddy!”

Elliot nodded. “Definitely cooler than Uncle Gunho.”

Gunho threw a pillow at Elliot, laughing.

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When dinner rolled around, the table was laden with steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae, platters of bulgogi, and side dishes that seemed endless. Andrew was already full from the snacks Mrs. Vleugels had insisted he eat earlier, but she was relentless.

“Andrew, try this. And this. Oh, you have to taste this one!”

“Halmeoni, I’m going to explode,” Andrew said, his voice strained but amused.

“Good!” she replied cheerfully. “That means you’ll have enough energy to chase after Yazmin!”

Ralph leaned over, grinning. “Told you this would happen.”

Andrew shot him a look but couldn’t help smiling.

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Later that night, after the kids had gone to bed, Ralph and Andrew sat on the back porch with Ralph’s parents. Gunho had joined them, a rare moment when the whole family could relax.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much in my life,” Andrew admitted, leaning back in his chair.

Mrs. Vleugels laughed. “That’s how you know you’re loved.”

Gunho nodded. “I don’t get why hyung doesn’t bring you guys more often. You’re way more fun than he is.”

“Hey!” Ralph protested, though his arm was draped comfortably around Andrew’s shoulders.

Andrew smiled, his heart full. This was what family should feel like—warm, welcoming, and full of love. Here, in Colorado, he never doubted his place.

From the house, a faint giggle echoed, followed by Yazmin’s unmistakable voice.

“She’s still awake,” Andrew sighed.

“She always is,” Ralph replied.

Andrew rested his head on Ralph’s shoulder. “This trip was a good idea.”

“It always is with you guys,” Ralph murmured, his voice soft with affection.

[rlevine]

c'mon, yazzy. you can be the zak of the group and tell it to come through you to speak

real talk, who wants to take a ghost tour or do a self guided one around/near sedona? i can bring my spirit box and emf reader. it'd be really fun or really fucked up to do it after getting high but you know what... 🤷

[therealyaspen]

I just think they're neat :)

[ask-subwayboss-dash]

Okay so uh I follow @ask-n on my main and long story short an idea started rotting in my brain and I just kinda started writing. It's unedited, it's not canon, and it kinda spoils some of Dash's backstory but I wanted to post it anyway yk?

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She should not be helping this strange purple-clad human from the sky.

Of course, she knew that. Humans were not to be trusted. They were creatures who would destroy the world if it meant they would glean something from it. Their machines made of metal and lightning poisoned the air and water. They tore down forests like her own home to build their flat-stone hellscapes. They fought, hurt, captured, and mistreated pokemon. Humans were evil creatures who thought of nothing but themselves, and she had seen this with her own eyes.

She would not allow her pup to become like them. He was important, he had an important destiny that would protect them all. He could not become like the other humans, greedy and cruel. She’d found him young enough that he knew nothing of the humans aside from what she had to tell him–and she had nothing good to say. Inviting another into the forest, giving them shelter or allowing them near her pups at all could shatter that, risk everything.

Still, something about leaving this one out in the storm when they already seemed injured… it didn’t sit right with her. She tried to convince herself that it was because of the Quilava, stubbornly refusing to leave his human Trainer in spite of the rain. He would only go with her to shelter if she carried his human and took her with, too.

“I’m not leaving Dash,” he’d said, and she nearly left him there to deal with the consequences of his own idiocy, but… something about this human felt different. Felt almost like N, like they were important in a similar way he was.

She was either getting soft or stupid.

🟣 🟣 🟣

Dash woke to the sound of rain and the sensation of being mostly dry. She blinked and went to push herself up, wondering when they had fallen asleep. It was when they realized that there were rocks digging into their hands that she realized that something was weird. “Wha… huh? Where…?”

Cinder jumped up and chirped something at her, before booping his nose into hers. “Pff, glad to see you’re here with me, buddy,” they said. She patted him on the head, and he leaned into the touch. “Wherever ‘here’ is…”

Wearily, Dash looked around. They were in some kind of cave, and it was raining purrloins and lillipups outside. Her hat was, thankfully, close to where they were laying. In less fortunate news, there was a sleeping zoroark and zorua just across the cave. Dash’s fingers curled tighter around their coat. Shit, this was a sticky situation. 

Actually, that was putting it lightly. Very lightly. They had no idea where the hell they were or how they’d even gotten there, and their only two options were go out in the palpitoad-strangling rain to wander around and hope to Arceus she could find a pokemon center before she caught pneumonia or something, or stay here and be mauled when the mother(?) zoroark woke up and found an intruder in her den.

Short version? Dash was fucked.

“You sleep for a really long time. Are all humans like that?”

Dash turned around when she heard the voice. “Huh?”

They almost thought she was still dreaming. Standing in front of her was N, but… but it couldn’t be, because he was a kid. Dash knew N as the guy in his late twenties who, some-fucking-how, had managed to become a friend of hers and Hilda’s. Who was, even after everything that had happened, a really kind guy. N was not this kid standing before her with curious eyes and a tense, cautious posture.

“Momma says not to go near you. She says you’re dangerous. But Cinder says you’re really nice! It’s kinda confusing…” 

Dash isn’t sure what to say. Thankfully, the boy keeps talking. “He says your name is Dash, and he says you like battling. But you don’t fight, you tell pokemon what to do. I think that’s weird. He says that the pokemon like you and that they like fighting for you.” He stops abruptly and just stares at Dash.

The silence feels like being buried alive, so Dash breaks it. “I, uh… well, you know my name, can I know yours?” she asks.

He nods. “Mhm! I’m N.”

What the hell.

Still, Dash gives him a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, N. Do you happen to know how I got here?”

“Yuh-huh! Momma carried you here, she said you fell from the sky and that you’d get sick if she just left you! True and I were really surprised, Momma really doesn’t like humans. She says they’re mean and scary and hurt pokemon!”

“...They can be. A lot of them are.” Dash pauses and bites their lip, considering. Then she takes a deep breath. “N? I know you don’t know me at all, but can you make me a promise?”

N tilts his head to the side. “What promise?”

“I need you to promise me that if anyone comes to try and make you leave the forest, you won’t do it. No matter how nice they are, I need you to promise you won’t go with them.”

N giggles. “Why would I wanna leave the forest? I’d have to leave Momma, and True, and all my friends! That doesn’t sound like fun!”

“Just… please?”

“...You look sad. Why are you sad? If it’ll make you not sad anymore, I promise I won’t let anyone make me leave the forest!”

[vivalakalos]

Hello, hello! Welcome to my funky little story blog. This is a pokemon fanfiction in the form of an ask blog. I'll tell you that it follows an idea of a "bad ending" for the XYZ arc of the anime, that it is very divergent from canon in a few ways, and that I am incapable of writing unhappy endings. Other than that, well, you'll have to see for yourself.

If you'd like to check out my other stuff, my main blog is @therealyaspen, I mostly just reblog stuff I like. I have a less story-driven ask blog for an OC, @ask-subwayboss-dash, if you want to check that out!

Finally, I want to tag a few blogs that inspired me to do this! @hyrule-kingdom-updates, the first story askblog I found. It's a(fairly dark) Zelda BoTW/AoC fic featuring tons of rats. Next is @better-than-one, another BoTW-centric one where the readers are fairies who get into all kinds of shenanigans. And last but not least, @ask-n, a pre-story blog for everyone's favorite feral kiddo! All of them are huge inspirations, and I admire each and every one of them so much! If any of y'all have advice I'd love to hear it I really want this to succeed vndkvnsl

[maborobaku]

Why are most ppl in youtube comments so damn creepy when it comes to characters they hate?

[taurusicorn2400]

clem finally has a comfy bed and will not wake for anyone

[ask-subwayboss-dash]

Welcome to the ask blog!

Thanks for checking it out! This is an ask blog for an original Subway Boss character. They will appear in @pokemon-odyssey-official eventually, but it’ll be a while... Wanna know more than that? You’ll have to ask! Before you do, though, please take a look at the carrd for the blog! I figured it was a better way of going about this than just making a super long post lmao.

Also obligatory bl*nkshippers dni I will hit you with a train.

Everyone else, I hope you have a good time with the blog! :D

[vivalakalos]

Alright, I am back and ready to start posting again! Hope you're excited, I know I sure am! >:3

[taurusicorn2400]

A tiktok i made yesterday (you should totally like and follow on there same user as on here) ENJOY

[fckwritersblock]

“Okay”

Sam Uley x Black!Reader

Warning: Angst. Also, short because idk wtf.

I also wrote like…half a series with this mad long ago but didn’t think anyone would like it so, there’s that 😅

"I'm no good Y/n."

It was pouring rain, the dark clouds coming in, signaling a storm was on its way. Even with the pneumonia catching weather, Y/n Yazzie still stood outside of Sam Uley's house, face to face with the teenager who held a cold expression while hers held pain and confusion.

He was breaking up with her.

After everything they had been through. After relentlessly pursuing her. After he told her he loved her. After she gave herself to him. Here he was, Sam Uley, in all his glory, ending there relationship. From the moment they kissed Y/n couldn't picture herself with with anyone else.

"But I don't - Sam, I don't understand." Her eyes swelled up with tears.

"You need to get out of here Y/n. We're done."

"You said, you that that you loved me-"

"I lied!" He snapped before letting out a sigh. "Can't you see that? I used you! I got what wanted. I don't want anything else."

Sam was destroying her. Every park of her that made her kind hearted and sweet. Compassionate. Empathic. It was diminishing with every heartbreaking word. His fist clenched as he try to control his anger. He didn't want to let Y/n go, but Old Quil explained why it was best. He rather hurt her now, while she could still get over it. Than have her watch him inevitably bond with and fall for another, hurting her even more. So he did as he was told.

"Tell me, Sam. I want to here you say it." Y/n made a final attempt to get through to him.

The girl so desperately wanted this all to be some cruel sick joke. Sam wouldn't even look at her for crying out loud.

It's April. This has to be a late April fools joke. She tried to convince herself.

"Look me and my eyes and..Tell me you don't love me." Her voice cracked. "Tell me and I'll go."

"I don't love you." He kept his voice flat before looking at her. "I never loved you."

It wasn't until he looked into her heart broken face that he knew he fucked up.

From the moment his hard eyes connected with her sad ones, time stood still. Did everything in the world suddenly make sense. The world around him, once filled with dark sky all gray and cloudy, suddenly seemed so much brighter. Fulfilling. Everything he could ever ask for was right in front of him.

With a sad smile, she mouthed 'okay', tears flowing freely down her face. Sam, still in shock, couldn't find the words to speak. Mouth slightly ajar all he could do was watch as Y/n walked to her car never looking back pulling off almost immediately.

Sam was stuck, unable to move as the reality of what just happened hit me.

He had just imprinted on the same person he just broke.

[mudaship39]

Dine or Navajo Indigenous characters of my BIPOC and QTIPOC Futurism Project

Kai Yazzie. He is a Dine Indigenous man of color.‬ He practices the traditional Indigenous Dine spirituality. Jaan is a member of the Tábąąhá (Water's Edge clan) Dine clan. He has a deep tawny skin tone. He is 5’3.” He has a thicker body type. He has mild rosacea connected to short-term type-1 diabetes. He has a “beauty mark” right next to his nose on his cheek on the left side. He has man bob length hair when it is unstyled. It is straight or wavy smooth and neutral toned brown or black hair.  He is a monogamous. He is nonbinary pangender multisexual. He uses he/him pronouns. He has many siblings. He has a speech-impediment. He has anxiety. He has type-2 diabetes. He has atherosclerosis. He also has hypoglycemia and rosacea that is also a side-effect. He will eventually need a leg amputation. He now has a bionic foreleg. He is an electrical engineer. He is from Coyote Canyon New Mexico. He has power over force fields. He is an alien hybrid. He is an Indigenous ex of Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. Together they have a daughter Nizhona Yazzie. He is a member of the Elites and Paragons.  

Nizhoni  Yazzie is a Dine or Navajo Indigenous woman character. She is the older sister of Jaan Kai Yazzie. Nizhoni is 5’3.” She is 145 pounds. Her body type is she is athletic but also voluptuous. She had long black hair but she puts it in a bun when things get tough. Nizhoní is a member of the Táchii'nii (Red Running Into the Water People clan) Dine clan. She practices the traditional Dine spirituality. She is nonbinary genderfluid pansexual. She is from Tuba City Arizona. She is an alien hybrid. She is an Indigenous liaison between the Elites and Paragons and the Sentinels. She is a member of the Sentinels.

Nizhona Yazzie. Child of Kai Yazzie and the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native main character. 

Dezba Nez a Dine Indigenous woman. 

Kai Tlizilani a Dine or Navajo Indigenous man. 

Àshįįh (Naat'áanii Edgewater). Her name means leader in Navajo. She is Dine/Navajo. She is female. She is monogamous. She has bipolar disorder. She is a believer in the Traditional Navajo Teachings. She speaks the Dine language. She has a Septum piercing and Medusa piercing in her nose. She has an Industrial piercing and Tragus piercing in her right ear. They are from Tuba City, Arizona but they live in Neo Las Vegas, Nevada. She is ambitious, outgoing, funny, smart, flirty. She works as a pastry chef in a restaurant on the Las Vegas strip. She is a college dropout. She is the oldest. She has 5 siblings. She is dating. She has 1 biological daughter. She has a Horned toad for a pet. Her superhero name is áshįįh asdzáán or salt woman. She wears an all black suit with her hair flowing out and she’s wearing boots and only a mask covering her eyes. Her hair is long and black with white streaks. She has cat-like nails that are white. Her super powers are being able to shapeshift and Halokinesis. She drives a Black Chevy stingray hover car. She carries a 22 caliber laser pistol. She is a demigod.

[morelikesin]

The green is Fang and the grey is Chase

Honestly…I copy and pasted the green text from a rant I sent my friend lmfao but they were sleeping so the grey+the names were added and changed.