#you will witness them. you will accept duckies into your heart.

[phantastragoria]

I FORGOT TO POST THESE HEREEE my little Eidos Drax and Pete rubber duckies that I painted whilst visiting my bestie (Paint and clay supplied by @bimboviolence and their bf)

I was dumb and didn't take more progress shots so here is a poor image of them prior to getting painted (Drax was the weird red splotchy duck and Pete was the polka dots) and mid-way painted lol

[aggressive-positivity-network]

Before I explain the choices that were made here, let’s go over a few definitions:

Big: Either physically huge or has an undeniably large aura.

Dumb: Does not seek nor need intellect or perspective. Their main motto is, “F*ck around and find out.”

Sad: Has a backstory the creators don’t want you to know about. They are just too broken looking to not have at least one dead parent.

Dick: A masculine presence that is like broth - it’s the basic ingredient to a bro, but what kind of bro depends on what you put into it.

Bitch: Has a blade in their bootstrap and is constantly hungry for either the flesh of their enemies or a decent filet mignon.

Hoe: Has all the ingredients of a bitch, with the added bonus of not giving a shit. Can and will wear the same clothes for several days, if not weeks.

Okay, now that we are all caught up, here is my analysis process.

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Merc Energy Alignments

Engineer (Big Dick Energy): He is the boss. The father figure. The paternal form. If his energy used that broth metaphor, he would be a stew of epic proportions and flavor. He wears a lot of hats…or in this case, a lot of dicks.

Heavy (Big Bitch Energy): Hear me out. I know that Medic is a baddie. That’s just a known fact, like gravity. But! Heavy has more restraint, especially off the field. He has perfected the stone-cold stare. He could pull off a ball gown better than most of his teammates. His stature demands respect. He is the bitch.

Medic (Big Hoe Energy): Feral. Was and still is the kid that hisses at people they don’t like. Their main goal is to blow up, act like they don’t know nobody, and then erase everyone’s mind to finish the job. They are here to party and then make sure there are no witnesses. Monogamy is a construct. Gender is a construct. Romance is a construct. Everything is a construct.

Scout (Dumb Dick Energy): Ignorance could not be any blisser than this, buddy. He would rather kiss one of Soldier’s raccoons than gain a single brain cell. Leave all the curing cancer and making the world a better place to the smart guys, we’ve got some screwing around to do. This banister isn’t gonna grease and slide down itself!

Pyro (Dumb Bitch Energy): The baddie you never knew you needed. Sure, off the field, there’s no thought behind those glass eyes. But the moment they touch dirt and see a few merc babies in need of some “entertaining,” all you’ll see is a flash of flame and an ashy blood stain. How could someone whose curves amount to a plastic ruler light such a fire in all of us?

Soldier (Dumb Hoe Energy): This guy has smeared himself in honey on multiple romantic and casual occasions, has several raccoon pets, and still manages to have a healthier relationship than most actual heterosexual couples. We stan a queen. Also looks good in any outfit, especially including none at all.

Sniper (Sad Dick Energy): Parents that don’t accept him? Check. Cynical outlook on life? Check. Looks as if he hasn’t showered in a week? Double check. He looks like a lean, scratched up stray dog that you just want to take in and teach how to trust. This grown man would bawl his eyes out if anyone paid him a genuine compliment. How could any judge ever arrest him with those big, brown sad eyes? I don’t care how many people he’s murdered, he’s depressed!

Spy (Sad Bitch Energy): Of course you want to help him, but there’s no way he’d even let down one iota of his walls to make himself even a tiny bit vulnerable. He has the distinct aura of a heart-of-stone vampire that could kill you in an instant but won’t because, in his words, you aren’t worth the effort. Please…sir…drink some water. Take a break. You do not need to look flawless all the time. I want to see you with bed head. On the edge of a mental breakdown. Sick with the flu. Your need to be perfect almost takes away from your sexiness. Almost.

Demo (Sad Hoe Energy): Is so self-destructive that it’s often confused with a dumb hoe. But he is not dumb - but oh boy does he want to be. He’ll do anything and everything to forget, to numb the pain, to hide his sadness. At this point, it’s too late for any healthy coping mechanisms. The crutch is so far embedded that it’s more like a fifth limb. Definitely cries in the shower every morning with a pirate-themed rubber ducky they won at a carnival staring them in the eyes. Will add alcohol to absolutely anything.

Disclaimer: I finished this at 10:47 p.m., and most of this took place late at night. Please forgive me.

[love-bean]

Spectacular - Part 3

hello duckies! here is part 3 for y’all on this fine day/night. i did cut a bit of the story out because it simply didn’t flow the way i wanted it to, but everything should still make sense. i also believe this is the longest part of the story in terms of words (i am long-winded) anywho, let’s get going!

wk: 1985

-o-o-o-o-o-

From then on, Benedict and Anastasia spent nearly every single day together, even after the season ended and winter began to take its hold. If Benedict was not calling on Anastasia, she was spending her afternoon in the Bridgertons’ drawing room under the guise of spending time with Eloise.

The truth was, she rather enjoyed spending time with Benedict instead. Every moment they spent together, she fell deeper and deeper in love with him. It wasn’t until one particular evening she realized just how far she had fallen.

Anastasia pulled her cloak tightly over her shoulders. Her body rattled with nervousness and excitement for her evening’s plans.

At precisely 9:15, a rock hit her bedroom window, signaling the arrival of her friend.

Anastasia took a deep breath and began her journey through the house, attempting to walk lightly so as to not alert her father and brothers of her late departure. She was nearly out the door to the backyard when she was startled by a voice.

“Miss Mackenzie?”

Freezing, Anastasia turned and found her own lady’s maid standing in front of her.

“Caroline,” she breathed in relief. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I was getting a glass of water, miss,” Caroline answered. “But I could ask you the same thing if it were my place.”

Anastasia sighed. She had met Caroline when she was merely thirteen, the same year she met the Bridgertons.

“I was going for a stroll in the garden,” she lied.

“At this hour? Are you well?” Caroline asked worriedly.

“Yes,” Anastasia breathed. “I am in need of some fresh air.”

“If you prefer, I shall accompany you? It is no trouble, really-”

“No, that will not be necessary,” she objected. “Thank you, Caroline. You may resume.”

“Of course, Miss,” Caroline said, bowing slightly.

Anastasia turned on her heel to leave, only to be stopped once more.

“Miss Mackenzie? Send Mr. Bridgerton my regards.”

Whipping around with wide eyes, Anastasia began to stutter out an excuse.

“I will not tell,” Caroline interrupted. “I shall never speak of this night or any other to another soul for as long as I shall live.”

The young lady sighed in relief when she saw her maid’s teasing smile.

“Off with you now, Miss,” Caroline dismissed with a loving wave.

With that, Anastasia pulled her hood over her head and slipped into the garden, where her escort for the night awaited.

“What took you so long? I thought we had been caught,” Benedict said.

“We have,” Anastasia scoffed, sliding her hand around his arm. “Caroline caught me leaving, but she swore to never speak of it.”

“If you trust her, I trust her,” he smiled, gently resting his free hand on hers.

She flushed slightly and looked at the world around them. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“We are going to visit a friend of mine, Henry Granville,” he replied.

“The artist?”

Benedict nodded. “I would like to show you the finer things in life. These are the privileges I enjoy as the second son.”

Soon, they arrived at a large house with candles lit in every window. Once they stepped inside, it was revealed that there were lots of people littering the hallways and rooms.

“Are you ready?” Benedict asked, his lips so close they caused a shiver to run through her.

She held onto his arm tighter and nodded, swallowing her anxiety.

As he led her through a house familiar to him, she witnessed all sorts of people doing all sorts of things. Some were engaging in conversation and drinking wine, others were participating in more lascivious activities. As they rounded a corner, they entered a room with two lovely models in the middle of a ring of artists, each sketching from their own point of view.

“You said you were curious as to where I had all my practice,” Benedict said, pulling her from her trance. “Here we are.”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” a man beamed as he approached the two. “How are you, my friend?”

“I am quite well. Yourself?” Benedict replied.

“I cannot complain,” the man teased. “And who is this?”

Anastasia swallowed as his eyes fell upon her.

“This is Anastasia,” Benedict grinned. “Ana, this is Sir Henry Granville.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Granville,” she said, bowing gracefully.

Henry gently took the hand that was not clinging to Benedict’s sleeve and kissed it. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Mackenzie.”

Her face paled at the use of her surname.

“Please, enjoy our festivities,” Henry said, gesturing to a few empty stools with sketch pads in front of them.

He disappeared without another word, tending to other guests elsewhere.

“I do quite enjoy his company,” Benedict commented as he led her to the easels.

“He is quite lovely,” she agreed. “Ben, I am glad you have decided to share this part of your life with me, but if anyone were to find out where I am tonight…”

Benedict looked toward her and found a nervous frown taking over her features. He stopped walking and placed a gentle hand on either side of her face, cradling it like the most precious gem in the world.

“Not to worry, tulip,” he comforted. “Henry is very good at keeping this a secret. There is not a person here who would care enough to sully our reputations, nor their own.”

A small smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she leaned into his touch.

“If you trust him, I trust him,” she repeated a version of his words from earlier in their night.

He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead and immediately recoiled.

“That was improper,” he said. “Please accept my sincerest apologies.”

“Everything we are doing tonight is improper,” she smiled. “I should think an innocent kiss the least of our worries.”

He flashed her a fond, lopsided grin and grabbed her hand, leading her to a pair of easels.

“I am not much of an artist. I prefer music,” she said. “Might I simply watch you work?”

“If you must,” he chuckled, flushing slightly.

For hours, Anastasia watched Benedict sketch with intent focus. She took note of every feature of his face; every line, every mark, every beautiful expression committed to her memory.

“You do have a bit of a problem with staring, tulip.”

Anastasia blushed as Benedict glanced sideways at her, stifling a smirk.

“I do believe I was staring at your artwork,” she lied.

“I do believe you were not,” he mocked.

As she tried to stutter out a response for the second time that evening, he chuckled.

“It is quite alright,” he hummed. “I am almost done and then we may leave.”

“I do not wish to leave so soon,” she objected. “I quite like it here. It is a very relaxing atmosphere. Very different from the ton.”

“I am glad you are enjoying yourself,” he laughed. “Perhaps Mr. Granville will allow us to stay for a while when I finish.”

Fortunately, Henry had absolutely no problem with the duo sitting about.

“Stay all night if you like,” he laughed before turning to Anastasia. “Any friend of Mr. Bridgerton is a friend of mine.”

She bowed her head respectfully with a sweet smile.

As Henry left them, Benedict slid his hand around Anastasia’s and led her to a sofa near a window.

It was dark outside when their conversation began. They talked of their childhoods, their aspirations, their insecurities. There was never an awkward silence like they had felt so many times with other people. Occasionally, a lull occurred in which they would stare at each other in silent revelry.

“Alright,” Benedict said after one of those moments as he leaned forward slightly and placed his hand on one of hers. “I must ask, however improper it may be: when am I allowed to begin courting you?”

“What is the date?” she asked.

“I believe it is the third of April,” he answered.

She hummed. “My late husband passed on the tenth, so you may begin courting me on the eleventh.”

“And when shall I propose marriage?”

“When you feel the time is right,” she replied, heart racing.

“I want to be sure you feel the same as I do,” he said firmly. “I refuse to trap you in another loveless marriage.”

She stared at him. “My marriage to George was not loveless.”

“Surely you cannot convince me you were in love with a man technically old enough to be your father.”

“I was not in love with him, that much is true,” she agreed. “However, that does not mean that I did not love him. He catered to my every want and need. He was gentle, and caring, and more than I could have asked for in an arrangement such as ours. We were not in love, that is for sure. But we did have an incredible fondness for one another, and should I have the option to bring him back and do it all again, I would in a heartbeat.”

Another silence fell over them as he stared at the woman in front of him. He was in awe at how mature she had become since they had met not five years ago. Her elegance and poise was far beyond that of any other girl her age, yet she was still as sharp and witty as she had been in the beginning of her friendship with his dear younger sister.

“I apologize,” he said quietly. “I knew nothing of your marriage, and it was wrong of me to assume anything, let alone vocalize it.”

“It is alright, Ben,” she affirmed, squeezing the hand that still held her own. “I am sure you did not mean any ill will.”

She moved closer to him so that she may lower her voice as if she was telling him her deepest secret.

“There shall be no doubts about my feelings toward you, Benedict,” she said, her expression very serious. “When you feel the time is right, you may propose to me. I will not turn you down.”

“If it were not improper, I would kiss you,” he whispered, mesmerized.

“If it were not improper, I would give you my permission,” she whispered back.

He swallowed. “I suppose no one shall see us if my lips happened upon yours.”

“I agree.”

While Benedict could never have been considered innocent, he was not a rake, and he did not wish to compromise anyone’s reputation, certainly not that of his beloved Anastasia. But under the relaxed atmosphere of the studio and the gentle warmth of firelight, he found himself doing something he would only dream of: he was leaning forward.

And to his surprise, Anastasia was doing the same.

The pair’s lips met in a sweet, tender union of passion and love. They poured their feelings to one another in complete silence, moving in sync. There was no rushing, no pressure, no wanting to move any further than they had already gone.

Yet, they pulled away breathless.

“I shall not tell my brothers if you do not tell yours,” Anastasia whispered, giggling slightly.

“I shall keep that a secret for the rest of my days,” Benedict promised. “I should like to propose to you right now if I knew you would accept.”

“Perhaps my family and yours will think it odd that you would propose without a proper courting,” she quipped.

“Perhaps they will,” he hummed, looking upon her fondly.

She glanced out the window to see the sky beginning to pale in color and, with a short sigh, reluctantly rose from the sofa.

“Come,” she said, offering her hand. “Walk me home before daylight comes and my brothers wake to find me gone.”

“They would never know where to find you,” he replied, rising as well.

“Yes, but you shall be the first place they look, and I do wish to keep you alive.”

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there we go! very cute, very roughly edited, as always. there will be one more part and then the little epilogue, which is about 500 or so words. i have written a bit with eloise heavily involved, but that’s only like 600 words. but that will probably end up being a little bonus part. let me know what you think!

[alwaysanotherrainbow]

silent, quiet, yet so loud

When the Duke has to explain his thoughts or his love, sometimes words are not enough. The best he can do is explain it like he experiences it.

Notes: A fic title suggested by the lovely remromfantasies! This is a very experimental fic, so hopefully it works.

ship: remrom

characters: remus and roman, and then thomas and deceit mentioned

warnings: remus-typical violent stuff (nothing worse than in the ep), intrusive thoughts about harm. Second person. angst with a happy ending, heavy depiction of self-doubt

Secondary warnings include: bug mention, fears of friends leaving, food/drink mention, blood mention (let me know if you need anything in the secondaries edited out and I can post a version for you!)

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Morning starts for you at noon. Your face is pressed up against the satin sheets, your voice mumbling something about chainsaws and expensive ways to make your life worse. When you come to, it’s not all at once. Your consciousness settles in the base of your throat, like if you just say a few words or yawn, you’ll black out again.

The Duke never sleeps, some people in the Imagination say. Well, it’s not true. You sleep in late and stay up late. Live fast.

Your fellow Creativity, your boyfriend... is it easier to just go with ‘your love’? Either way, he’s left a note. You read it, a smile crossing your face, butterflies entering your stomach like... like moths gnawing at...

Look, pleasant metaphors aren’t really your strong suit.

You change out of your clothes, sighing when you look in the mirror and take off the makeup before jumping into the shower. Once you’re done, you snap back into your usual things before crossing into the common area and starting your work.

Roman is busy working on a project, and you’re busy feeding Thomas truths. At his worst, Deceit speaks in lies-- at your worst, you speak in sharp truths-- Virgil used to take truths and make them into lies. Perfect triad. Now, you’re a bit imbalanced.

However, when a friend of Thomas might be claiming one of his ideas...

Deceit says to take what’s yours. And you say back with a grin: Thomas, it’d be so much more fun to burn that bridge!

Angel on his shoulder. Imp and nymph. 

Which is which, you have no idea, but either way, Thomas comes up with a solution entirely his own.

He suggests talking to the friend firmly and letting them know how he feels, and you both concede. It’s an elegant solution, though you and Dee agree that it’d be so much more fun to simply push them down the stairs.

It turned out to be an accident, but it’d still be more fun to push ‘em.

You two overlap more than you’d like.

After that’s over and done with, you and Deceit share a few strands of conversation. You two are different, the kind of different that should hate each other but gets along just fine. You both don’t mind hurting someone else to help Thomas. You both care more about what you can do for him rather than what he thinks of you. You both gave him your name so that he would trust you.

(Does he hate you for giving it up so easily?)

Deceit’s patch is sewn on sloppily... Usually, he wouldn’t allow that. Maybe one of the other Sides stitched it on for him, or it fell off? Either way, strands of gold hold his emblem to his heart, hidden under his cape but still there. Like him. Hidden but there.

Notably, you don’t wear your emblem anywhere on you. You’d rather it not be hidden. 

You’d rather there be nothing to hide.

Well, why? Not like you can lie, you think as you gaze at Thomas. You’d never hide anything from anyone. 

That’s the problem. You’re afraid of what that means. You’re afraid that he’ll hate you if he realizes. He’s a myriad of everything right and good and you aren’t that. There’s a reason your emblem portrays night. (long dark night of the soul--?) Hidden. A tower-- duke in distress? Distress. Help. I’m not right. Not ready for you, not ready to love someone. Think I’m doing good enough? My heart is hurting. I’m not doing okay.

Well, Roman certainly thinks you’re doing okay. That’s not nothing.

You sigh and take a pull from your glass of juice. He made it for you. Of course he did.

It’s your favorite kind.

It is dead silent, and everything is so loud.

You pass by him in the hallway. His eyes pierce you, the same way they have since the Split, and he smiles as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. You shudder, and his smile fades.

He says something you can’t understand.

You nod.

And you walk along.

What if he hates you?

What if he doesn’t? Look at him, so precious and perfect, like a noun.

Like a noun? Creativity, what’s with you?

Look, pleasant similes are tough. What am I supposed to call him? I can’t describe him with negative stuff, and all I can think about is negative stuff right now. Not forever. Just right now.

You speak in loose thoughts sometimes, and it’s all you can do to make things make sense. You criticize each idea as it passes through your mind. I am this, he is that. Fish on a boardwalk, what if you killed your brother, what if they don’t like you, et cetera. What if Thomas doesn’t like you, what if he doesn’t, are you really ready for anyone--

Roman drops his papers.

Before you can really register what you’re doing, you’re on your knees and picking them up. He makes a comment about there being blood in your hair, and you remember what you did on your dinner break, going out to fight some creature instead of eating. You live for that sort of thing.

He smiles at you. God, he’s cute. 

You smile back.

7 PM, now. Time to go party. This time, however, you have a guest.

Roman stands in the doorway. He’s wearing his royal regalia, while you’re in your party wear. He dives in for a kiss, you indulge him, and then you go in for the dancing.

He asks you how your day was before you go into the room, but you can feel the thump thump thump of the bass in your heart. Is that normal? Will your heart stop right now? You shake the thought away, bad thoughts bad thoughts bad thoughts. 

(What are you, if not bad thoughts--?)

You’re the Duke, he once told you. Depravity, taboo, chaos. Revolution. Apparently your eyes sparkle like emeralds, or something. Apparently your smile brings down the room, apparently your wit and charm rivals even the most distinguished Casanova, and your mere presence and personality makes people happy. It makes you happy the way you are.

Most days, that’s true.

Most days, you believe it.

You take a deep breath in, look at your black nail polish, and you find it within you to believe it today, too.

You take his hand and guide him into the party room, explaining some things or other. Your high heels click on the tile floor. The figments of the imagination that populate your duchy (ducky! Ha! No, seriously, it’s like a duke’s kingdom) greet him warmly, and he still carries that regal presence even as he grabs your hand and you dance to his favorite songs.

Then your favorites.

Everything dissolves in a sea of neon lights and sequins. The bass-thump is your heartbeat, his hand on yours provides your bearings, you’re a sailor in a sea of emotion and fun and dance. As you stomp your feet and go limp when he spins you, you laugh, because with every bit of movement, the impossible to describe atmosphere gets added to more and more.

Spinning in cyan, lime green, profound blue, crimson (as crimson as glowing lights can get, anyway), he is beautiful. He’s having the time of his life. Eventually, however, the atmosphere begins to slow down. You’re done, and he’s tired.

It’s like a fuse that burns out.

You kiss him on the cheek and gesture that it’s time for you to go. He follows.

Bed at midnight. God, it’s comically early. To him, it’s ridiculously late.

He talks about how cool the party was. You nod along. 

Eventually, the topic turns to how you really ought to take your makeup off now, and you go and clean up. You change into pajamas. You don’t usually, but hey! He got you the pair! There are little octopodes (...octopi? octopuses?)… er, sea creatures on them. 

You go back into bed and nuzzle up to him. He’s warm. He takes a deep breath in, out, in, and you nuzzle closer. Never close enough. What are you even hoping for?

Well, actually. You have everything that you’ve hoped for.

He asks if you’re feeling okay. You nod.

He asks if you’re sure. You shrug.

He asks if you need to talk, and you say yes, but not tonight. Tonight is just calm, like this. Nice equilibrium. In the morning... in the morning, maybe. Roman accepts this, giving a little nod.

He starts off a sentence, and then the illusion that lasted all day breaks. Something deep in you tells you that he cares.

He looks at you-- you who’s cried all your mascara off, you who’s come up with enough filthy thoughts to land anyone else in permanent ill favor.

He asks if you’re okay.

You tell him of course, that you just didn’t talk much today. You dive in for a kiss.

In his crimson eyes, you see something, and you begin to understand.

He sees you. He knows that you love him, love life, and maybe might love yourself one day. Even if something happened, you’d be okay, because you’re strong. You made it through today, even though it wasn’t very nice, and even if he wasn’t here, you’d make it through again.

Right now, he is here.

“I love you,” he says to you, and when you hug him back and whisper “I love you, too,” you understand how silence can be so loud.

It’s not so loud anymore.

[hamonsurveysoverdrive]

Corrosive

Do you own PJs with rubber duckies on them? Nope. If you play The Sims, what occupation do you usually choose? It varies, I don't have a go to occupation. Do you know any funny acronyms? Idk. Do you always have to listen to music? No. What was the last rule you broke? No idea. Probably driving without a license. Have you ever apologized to someone, but didn't mean it? Yes. What is the one thing that you can't resist? Goldfish crackers. Have you ever done another person's homework for money? No. Would you rather have the power to heal or to destroy? Heal. If you could be any kitchen utensil, which one would you be? I hate these questions. If you were the paparazzi, who would you stalk? Whoever gets me the most money. What would you do if you were literally stuck in a video game? Survive, I suppose. If you owned any animal, what gender would you prefer? Idc. How much would you pay to see what happens after you die while living? Zero. Does your pet often jump onto the keyboard? Not to me, but he does to my oldest. If you could play any piece of music on an instrument, what would it be? Idk. Have you ever treated someone like they were nothing? Yes. Do you feel bad when you forget someone's birthday? If they're important to me. Last hilarious thing that happened in a classroom? Idk. Would you ever name two guard dogs Lynyrd and Skynyrd? No. Would you name two guard dogs something similar? Similar to Lynyrd & Skynyrd, or similar to each other? If you could ask five questions and get an exact answer, what would you ask? Idk. If it was the old days, would you challenge your ex to a sword fight? No lol Does it frighten you when animals get into fights? Sometimes. Would you give anything to just carry a cute girl's books? Nah. Would you do anything to hold a cute boy's hand? I literally just have to hold my hand out to Justin and he'll hold it. Well, sometimes. He likes to be funny and just poke my hand instead lol Have you ever witnessed a ghost playing a piano? What. Have you ever changed your favorite color? Yes. Have you ever met any kind strangers? Sure. Would you give anything to be in a certain moment in history? Eh, maybe. When you were little, did you touch just about everything in the store? Probably. Do you ever leave your drinks out in the open at a party? Sometimes. Are you sometimes a bit too nice? Yes. Do you have to be insensitive if you want to survive in the world? Nah. Have you ever listened to a song over and over until it got old? Yes. In magazines, do you like to smell the pages with perfume scents? Do people still buy magazines? Have you ever ordered anything from a catalog? Yes. Has there ever been something so beautiful that you wanted to cry? Yes. Would you support a family member if they became an actor/actress? Sure. Do you feel sorry for Britney Spears? I really do. Are you good at understanding what people say, even through typos? Usually. Would you hire someone to scare someone? Not likely. It is in the time of the Salem Witch Trials; would you be a witch? They would definitely find a reason to burn me at the stake lol What if you were falsely accused of being a witch? I would die. There's nothing you can do to dispute it. Is your heart all good or are you still picking up the pieces? It's better. Have you ever opened a loud package in a very quiet environment? Yes. Do you add z's at the end of a word that normally ends with an 's'? No. In libraries, do you tend to whisper just because it is quiet? Yes. Did you ever dream of getting into Harvard? Yes. Obviously I did nothing to actually follow through with that dream lol Do you believe you have to be smart to get through a school like that? Of course. If you got offered a high paying job without a degree, would you accept? Uh, hell yeah. Are you uncomfortable when standing close to strangers? Not especially. If you were living on the streets, would you become a thief? If I had to in order to survive, absolutely. Ever suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder? Yes. Are you still trying to decide what you want to do for a living? No. Are you a skilled knife thrower? Hahahaha no. What would happen if you said that on a first date? I have no idea. What is the shortest relationship you have ever had with someone? If we're counting actual relationships, like three months. Can Vanilla Ice really dance? I wouldn't know. Would you be scared if you lived in an old house from the 18th century? No. Have you applied to many jobs but haven't gotten one interview? Yes. Last time you had watermelon? When I was a kid. I don't like watermelon. Is your laugh more like a giggle or a roar? It depends on what I'm laughing at. But I don't think I really giggle much. Don't you wish there was such thing as a teleportation device? Yes. Can you eat a lemon or is it just too sour or gross? I'd prefer not to just eat them lol Crayons, markers, charcoal, or colored pencils? Crayons. Can you draw with charcoal without the picture looking like a blob? Doubt it, I'm not a good artist. Do you hate it when guests come over and they never want to leave? Omg yes. Do you like to try to figure out what is wrong with people physically? Not really, that's kind of rude. Do you have a relative that'll talk like there is no tomorrow? Omg yes. Luckily, I don't talk to my relatives often. Currently, are you experiencing a lot of doubt? Not currently. Do you think you're a real family person? I am with the family I have built. Are you a person that'll draw attention to themselves? No. Have you ever eavesdropped on all the wrong parts of a conversation? Yes lol Ever had a clubhouse? Yes Is there something that you just want to get off your chest? Not really, no.

[porthavenhq]

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Name: Duckie Pronouns: She/her Age: 24 Timezone: EST Activity Level: I would say 8/10. Thanks to this /wonderful/ pandemic my schedule is so messed up and I’m left with not much to do anymore so I leave my free time now to rping. And I have a lot of it. Triggers: N/A Anything Else: N/A

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Name: Phoenix Fyall Age: June 7, 1991 Gender: Cismale, he/him pronouns FC: Charles Melton

Character Biography (tw: abuse, violence, exorcism, harsh religion)

Teeth snap, cold kitchen floor covered by broken glass, and a fear that if you don’t stand straight you’d be facing that tile at a much more close proximity. This would be the ruling of a father who was driven by golden liquor and a line of men before him who left him in the exact place that his son was standing before him. Phoenix would have been six when this started with his father. Nightly rants about discipline and failures only to turn against them again and again. He could quote his old man to the point that it was a record that played in his head constantly; loud and set a road of brash behavior and closed fists at his sides. The kitchen was where Phoenix learned; how to be emotionless, fearless, and above all, how to be angry. The anger was something that ran thick in the family’s blood and boy time did not wear it thin when it came to phoenix. If it wasn’t at his father it was at the world that would grind him down and keep him from being victorious. Heart of the Phoenix spirit that anger only grew much stronger.

A small town in the south meant a few things. People knew everything, and they all had a set views of rights and wrongs. And one of those wrongs were the Fyall family. Sinful demons is what they have always been known as, and a curse on their town and that was only brought to pure hate toward Phoenix who never proved them wrong. Always having destroyed everything when his anger set him ablaze. His town figured after so long they had to do something to stop these demons from continuing to ruin their town.

One night, when Phoenix was 19 he found himself walking home after a football game and before he knew it there was darkness after someone had his him in the back of the head and more dragged him off. If anyone was witness it wasn’t as if they cared to report it. He finally woke up in the church, men surrounding him, holding buckets of water, or anything to settle a fire. But after getting such a hit to the head the boy was too out of focus to even get his powers going enough to cause damage. Then they started. an exorcism was supposed to cast out what everyone had imagined was a demon… only they never knew who wrong they were. And after hours of grueling torture on the boy they left him off by taking hot bars and branding his skin with religious symbols on his back, hands, and legs. He had never felt so much pain before in his life and screamed through the night. Only they never knew there was no casting out a spirit’s gift. He was no demon. He was just fire.

Phoenix always knew hatred. It seemed every person hated him, all but one girl he met in the ninth grade. His beaming light who had helped him through every fall in his life. She was perfection in every way, so beautiful, so kind, and never once did she show Phoenix fear. They were best friends. And he soon fell madly in love with her only always fearing to express his feelings and have the girl reject him. She had even helped him recover the night the men of the town preformed the exorcism on him. She made sure his wounds healed… even if he would forever have the scars to remind him by.

Years of hiding his love came to an end, he was ready to tell her, confident that she had to feel something for him as well. He invited her to come to a place in the woods that they had always hung out, the one place they could be alone. But when he arrived he found she had brought someone she had just started dating, she was going to introduce them in hopes they could all be friends. But this only sent Phoenix into a terrible inferno and before he knew it he had sent the whole forest ablaze. The girl and the other male had just barely made it out alive and the town had enough. They wanted the boy taken in and dealt with whatever cost necessary.

But when they went to get him Phoenix had already left. On his way to start over his life and hide from ever being found. He was ashamed of what he had done. Once again his actions made people hate him. He traveled for a while and it wasn’t until he walked the streets of Porthaven that he found he could stop running.

Headcanons

he does what he can to hide his scars. keeping long sleeves on at all costs he hates to be able to look down and see how he was branded for life to remember what people thought of him.

when it comes to dress you can image a boy like him doesn’t like to spend much on clothes. turning into a fireball has taught him to live cheap on clothes. the only expensive thing he’s bought were thick jackets mostly of leather or fire resistant materials.

he doesn’t like to be around much people. but one would see why he is increasingly more harsh toward men. it was men who had always abused him. and he tends to find getting along with them more difficult.

he is terrified of snakes. something about their bodies freak him out.

he loves food and drinks though; his favorites being pasta, peach tea, fried chicken, and his absolute favorite thing ever is cinnamon rolls.

listens to ASMR to sleep; nothing too strange. he ironically loves the sound of rain or anything that reminds him of rain. the sounds tapping sounds get him to fall asleep almost instantly.

he works as a metal shop worker a few times a week. yeah, a boy who can control fire works around fire. call him basic.

Inspiration

P I N T E R E S T

[peachiejihoonie]

yoon jisung - demigod!au; nemesis

for those who dont know, nemesis is the goddess of revenge, retribution and balance

shocked? same for jisung.

jisung was adopted by a very loving and caring family with very accepting siblings.

no one knows about his family or past; it was the cliche, he was left on rhe porch of the family in basket wrapped in a ducky blanket, something he still dearly treasures since he feels its his only connection to his biological parents.

he was home schooled, so he had a limited amount of friends which meant he was very protective and loving of his family.  

he lived a pretty normal life, and since he wasn’t exactly the most powerful of demigods, monsters didn’t really bother to chase him down.

up until he was about to finish highschool with his home school program thing that is

he was at the grocery store, picking up produce for his family since he had promised to cook dinner that night,

he was reaching for the tomatoes when a big burly hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

slowly looking up he saw a big muscular man looking down at him with the biggest huffs and puffs coming out out of his mouth.

“y-yo-you can ha-a-ave th-the to-to-toma-tomato if yo-you want” he stuttered, gulping a lump down his throat.

slowly, he watched the big man throws his wrist down and the tomato flung out of his hand smashing into the shelf, the force creating a hole through the shelf

luckily the civilians around only saw it splatter onto the cereal boxes because of the mist but many angry customers were watching in disgust

jisung ran over to the shelf and attempted to pick up the tomato but of course in his vision it wasn’t there but behind the shelf

he looked up, about to ask why the man did that but instead was meet with a kick in the gut that flung him into shelf

screams exploded around him and he gripped his stomach painfully

the man had reached his eye level, just grunting and smirking, through his blurry vision, jisung noticed his eyes slowly combining into one and he wanted to scream, realizing he was witnessing a cyclops about to beat him to pulp

instead only tears rolled down his checks and inaudible sounds escaped from his mouth. all he could think about was his family and how theyre going to react if he suddenly died or disappeared

as the cyclops was about to grab him, he squeezed his eyes shut, (causing more tears to spill) expecting to be crushed but instead he heard another loud crash

there you were, all bad ass in just a tshirt and jeans. he had realized you had kick down the cyclops twice your size.

before the cyclops could get back up your frame was already on top of him, your dagger already aligned with it’s eyes

jisung’s sobs erupted as you jabbed your dagger in and quickly jumped off the cyclops, grabbing his hands, pulling up his knees

“stop crying we gotta go okay" you said hurriedly, trying to calm him down

he’s a child; cheeks stained red, eyes shut tightly with over flowing tears and you raise a brow

“I ha-have t-t-to c-co-co-cook din-dinner"

you end up having to drag him out of the grocery store before the cyclops could attack again, you both run blocks until you make it to a parking lot

now he’s panting, sobbing and wont stop rambling about his family

“look as much as you love your family, you’re in danger okay” you’re trying not to rolling your eyes cause honestly what the fuck

you explain to him he NEEDS to bounce on over to camp half blood because monsters are after him since he’s a demigod

he’s stubborn though, he refuses to go with you he just needs to cook for his family

and you both just keep bickering like why can’t he understand he needs to fucking leave he’s in danger

and why cant you understand that family is important and that he can’t just disappear

you guys are having major culture shocks, it just something each of you weren’t used to

you weren’t used to the idea of a loving and tightly knitted family and he wasn’t used to “fending for yourself” 

so you guys compromise, he can finish this dinner thing and then the next morning he’ll leave with you with the condition that he can come back and that you’d stop bringing up this demigod nonsense for one night

so you guys go grocery shopping together again, he notices your uptight behavior and constant glances of worries and he tries to ease you by being his good ol happy self, all meme like and jolly 

you guys also end up introducing yourselves (finally)

as you guys are the leaving the store, he apologizes about your dagger and you blinked a couple times like “wdym?????”

and he’s like “your dagger ?????? the one you left in the cyclops???????”

“OOH, dw bout it, it’s gonna come back”

he’s dumbfounded, like what the fuck are you saying ?????

“it’s reappears when I need it, it’s name it’s emfanistei"

“oh that’s cute it’s literally named reappear”

and he catches himself, he’s wide eyed

“w HY dO I kNoW THa T?????????????” he freaks the fuck out

and you’re like chiiiiiilllll it’s cause you’re greek u demigod calm down

when you make it back to his place, you’re starting telling him you’ll be back at dawn he has math equations around his head

“where are you going?” 

“finding a motel?”

this is also the first time you hear jisung go “what the fuck” and you see him with the most sassiest face that you didn’t think the crybaby happy go lucky boy could pull off

he forces you to eat dinner with his family, they’re all really sweet and all but you’ve never felt so out place

they’re all so sweet and caring it makes you feel bad for intruding

you both somehow bs an explanation and they’re convinced that he’s going to some intern summer camp thing

he insists you sleep on his bed and he takes the bean bag but you refuse, feeling bad for what you put him through all day

you both end up staying up a bit too late, discussing each other lives 

he was extremely fascinated by your demigod life

you also learn he’s adopted and that’s why hes so caring about his family

“i mean, i can’t loose two families right??”

he’s the type to suppress all his feelings in order to make other people feel better please protect the boy, hes actually sad deep down

he talked about how he used get bullied for it, how people told him how he was unwanted and useless 

it didn’t help that he was dyslexic and had adhd so he just turned to home schooling

he came to terms with it, knowing that he was loved by his family, whether or not they had the same dna and blood  

“I live a very happy and wholesome life now and that’s all that really matters right?” 

he doesn’t really hold a grudges against his biological parents, but he would just like to know why or what happened  

the next, he was all packed and ready to, packed as in just some essentials that he couldn’t survive without (his blanket)

it takes a lot of walking and buses to get to camp half blood, which makes a lot of room for conversations

there were a few awkward silences, good long talks (mainly him) and lots of exchanged jokes (also mainly him)

you guys end up talking about his potential parents and you were honest and said that he was probably demeter’s son but you really couldn’t tell

he realized that he knew nothing about your parentage so he was slightly surprised that you were ares’s child

“isn’t he like mean??? scary????? wAR??????”

and you kinda just chuckle because wow such stereotypes you’ve placed upon me

“but you’re so kind??? quiet??? i’m confused???”

and yall make it to camp half blood!!!!!

as soon as you get there your cabin mates kinda just scoff at him

“you got sooo lucky bro that they found you”

“ya, if we found you, you would’ve been done, you look like a twinkie”

and they snicker at each and you just roll your eyes

“leave him alone, its literally his first day”

he realizes that you’re really not the stereotypical ares kid

“oh shut up reject, this is why dad never sends you off to quests or gives you gifts.”

you’re walking away and jisung follows, trying to comfort you but you end up comforting him

“its fine, ares kids are always like that, just ignore them”

and this happens constantly and everytime jisung would just run by your side 

honestly since he’s so cheery and happy, he’s loved by many campers, except for the ares cabin

but he never ever drifts from you, you’re still his top priority 

you think he’s just being sweet and nice to you because you sorta saved his life

he always saves you a seat during meals and has your favorite drink already at the table 

at the bonfire, he’d always have an extra large blanket for you to share 

he even let you stay at his hermes cabin over night once because your siblings were being assholes

(he’s in the hermes cabin because he wasn’t claimed yet)

thats’ the night you realize how fast your heart races when you’re around him

you liked him

something about the two of you just clicked

it takes him a while to get claimed but he does, during a game of capture the flag

you get in a fight with your other cabin mates and they’re blaming you for losing 

even though jisung was on the other team, he came over and stood up for you

he cited how unfair your teammates were acting and insisted that they shouldn’t get to use the showers first since they were being assholes

“how does that even remotely make sense? that’s so petty, like showers???” your half siblings complained

“yea, cause you guys are complaining about something bratty, that means you get a bratty punishment”

even mr.d was amused by the solution since he was overhearing the argument

bam, he’s claimed by his mother nemesis

everyone is shook and he doesn’t understand why at first; theres a lot of scattered whispering

you have to explain to him that her children are known for being traitors, and self entitled assholes

it takes him a while to get used to, he’s angered by her because she’s kinda known for being a huge asshole and sorta evil and hes the polar opposite

but overtime he accepts himself like he always does, he realizes that he is a firm believer in balance

he doesn’t believe in irrational punishment and revenge, but he knows when its needed.

so he ends up becoming a referee for capture the flag occasionally when mr.d isn’t available because he’s “busy”

one time during another argument that involved you again, the ares cabin called him out for being your little guard dog

“so what if i stand up for them?” jisung responds “you guys are the ones treating them like shit”

“ya okay, go ahead, go to your little boy toy since you’re such a weakling and can’t stand up for yourself”

and jisung’s sassy side just goes OFF

“look here, you know damn well that y.n can literally beat the both of you into a pulp, unlike you though, they doesn’t feel the need to show off nor waste their energy on such useless statements, especially from low lifers like you guys.”

and the two ares children that were talking are furious but before they attack jisung you kinda just kick them down

“leave him alone okay, hes not my boy toy, I can genuinely for people unlike you inconsiderate assholes”

and as you two are walking away, he realized what you said

“you care for me?” he asked

“ya?” you bluntly replied

“like care care for me?”

“what does that even mean?”

“i like you” he blurts

and yall date,

and you perfectly balance each other ;-)

he’s really talkative and you’re a great listener 

he makes you laugh and relax and you keep him check 

you’re both protective of each other 

he really loves embarrassing you cause you’re still pretty shy about skinship, 

he finds you all red faced super cute

hes always sitting with the hermes cabin since he had been close with a lot of them since he wasn’t claimed for a long while and he has no one in the nemesis cabin that he isnt he afraid of 

and he always invites you over during meal times and the hermes cabin relentlessly tease you guys

he races you up the lava climbing wall and never wins

you help him with the history of greek mythology to which he always claims is boring and useless

when he sees you during sword fight class and defeating someone he would cheer so loud it almost embarrasses you 

“yEES thAtS mY ArES sIGnIFIcaNT OThER!!!!!!” “MY 10 OUT OF 10!!!!” “look did you see them just drop kicked that big guy?? tHEYrE mInE!!” 

and he’s all the way across the field near the cabin so everyone can hear him

your first kiss was at the armory while you guys were searching for a weapon for him

ya you both didn’t realize he was playing capture the flag weaponless

“what, i didn’t even do much anyways, i just kinda looked around, and if i found the flag i just told my teammates? besides, i don’t even play that often anyways”

“but yoU WeRE wEAPonlESS???? dEFenSeLeSS??????”

but you guys both find a him sword after sorting through all the too heavy and too light ones

“thanks babe youre the best! :-)))” and he kisses your cheek “perks of dating an ares child !!!!” 

god hes such a cutie

and you don’t realize that you’re staring at him, admiring his cute his smile and his half closed eyes

but he does, so he leans in to try to kiss you, but accidentally knocks down the barrel of spears, scaring the daylights out of you

he’s bright red and giggling and you just sigh and you end up kissing him, holding up the barrel of swords that was behind the spears just in cases it falls

you guys are exactly the the unexpected

the two scary mean violent cabins, dating in one peaceful harmony

how ironically fitting 

[yourmotivationguru]

Stories For Kids In English

Every night when I tuck my son in he insists on listening to bedtime stories for kids. I narrate his favourite stories for kids in English and slowly he drifts into sound sleep. Seeing how much my little one enjoys his bedtime stories I started compiling a list of famous Bedtime Stories, Bedtime Stories For Kids , Children Stories, Children Stories With Morals, English Story For Kids, Fairy Tales, Kids Moral Stories, Moral Stories, Moral Stories For Children, Moral Stories For Kids, Short Stories, Short Stories For Kids, Stories For Kids In English, Very Short Stories For Kids.

Few of these kids moral stories are classic fables and some are modern ones! This amazing collection of best moral stories for kids will keep your children entertained while also instilling a love of reading in them.

Top 28 Stories For Kids In English ECY-1 (Age 2.5 – 3.5 years)

1. What baby bunny wants to become when he grows up

Papa bunny tossed baby bunny in the air. “What will you become when you grow up?” he asked.

“He will be a policeman with many badges on his uniform,” said mamma bunny. “He will catch the bad guys and bring justice to people.”

“Oh no, I think he will be a magician,” said papa bunny. “He will wear big hats and do incredible tricks.”

“Why can’t my baby brother be a cowboy?” asked his brother. “Cowboys can ride horses!”

However, the baby bunny didn’t want to be a policeman or a magician or even a cowboy when he grew up. He smiled with joy when the granny bunny said: “He can be anything he wants to be!”

Moral - You can be anything you want to be. As long as you believe in yourself and work hard.

2. Walden-Can

My name is Walden Can and I can do everything!

I can brush my teeth in morning and at night.

I can take a bath and make my cheeks look white.

I can even brush my hair and I do not fight.

Do you know how I became so bright?

Because Walden Can eat peas and plums, broccoli and spinach and everything RIGHT!

Moral - Eating healthy makes you healthy and strong!

3. The Owl who slept in the night

At night, when the whole world goes off to sleep, owls wake up.

One day a curious little owl made a decision to stay awake all day, instead of night.

And so he did.

When the night came he hid beneath his blankets and covered his ears so he won’t hear his friends playing.

He waited and waited till he was sure that all the other owls are ready for bed.

At dawn, he emerged from his hidey-hole and discovered a world full of colours!

He stood mesmerized by the beauty of it all.

But when the night-time came around again, the little owl knew that the stars above his head are the most dazzling sight of all.

Moral - Happiness is being content with what you have!

4. Wendy’s wonderful web

Wendy the spider wished that she could spin a perfect web just like his friends.

But her webs weren’t perfect.

They were wibbly-wobbly.

When the wind blew, Windy’s web was the first one to be blown away.

Determined, she started making a small web one morning, in the shape of a triangle.

Whoosh went the wind and the web was blown away.

Windy didn’t give up, she made another web, this time in the shape of a square.

Whoosh went the wind and the web was blown away.

Windy sighed and made a longer web in the shape of a circle.

Whoosh went the wind and the web was blown away.

At last, it dawned upon her; why not use all the shapes in my web? Excited she started spinning a wonderful web.

Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh went the wind but Wendy’s web stayed strong!

Moral - Determination is the key to success!

5. Peter penguin’s bad mood

Peter was a grumpy penguin who was always in a very bad mood.

He took off his grumpy coat and threw away his grumpy hat. But he was still grumpy.

He tried to read a book. But he was still grumpy.

He took off his grumpy shirt and threw away is grumpy socks. But he was still grumpy.

One, two, three. SPLASH!!!!!!

In he went into the nice and cold water. He played with his ducky in the tub.

And little by little he was no longer grumpy.

As Peter Penguin fell asleep, he knew tomorrow would be a wonderful day because all his grumpiness had been washed away!

Moral - Happiness is a choice. You can choose to be happy!

6. The lonely rainbow fish

The Rainbow Fish was the most beautiful fish in the ocean. She had shiny scales in red, green and blue.

One day a little blue fish asked her for a shiny scale.

“Get away from me,” said the proud Rainbow Fish.

The little blue fish got very upset and told all the other fish.

From that day on all the other fish wanted nothing to do with the Rainbow Fish.

The Rainbow Fish was lonely and sad so she went to the wise old octopus and asked for advice.

The wise old octopus said “Go back to your friends and give each one of them a shiny scale. You won’t be the most beautiful fish in the ocean but you will be happy to have friends.”

The Rainbow Fish went back and gave the little blue fish and all the other fish a shiny scale and from that day on the Rainbow Fish had best friends.

Moral - When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed!

7. Harry and the purple crayon

Harry was very imaginative.

One day he decided to go for a walk and he took his favourite purple crayon with him.

He drew the moon and the moon started following him in his path as he continued his walk.

Along the road he drew his favourite tree with his purple crayon, moving a little further he drew a beautiful sea with a boat to sail.

When Harry reached the shore, he wanted to go back home.

So he drew the window to his bedroom, he drew and drew but none of them matched the windows in his bedroom.

Harry was unable to find his window.

Suddenly, he remembered- “Oh!!  My bedroom’s window is where I drew the moon!”

So he drew the window around the moon and he finally reached his home.

Moral – Be patient when problems arise and focus on the solutions not the problems!

8. Happy birthday, moon

One day Mr. Bear looked up at the moon and thought, wouldn’t it be nice to give the moon a birthday present.

But he didn’t know the moon’s birthday, so he climbed up the tree and asked- “hello moon!!” But the moon didn’t reply.

“Maybe he is too far away!”- said the bear.

So he paddled across the river and hiked through the forest and mountains. He felt much closer to the moon and so he shouted- “When is your birthday?”

The voice echoed and the moon replied- “when is your birthday?”

The bear replied- “its tomorrow.”

The moon replied- “its tomorrow.”

The bear was happy so he asked: “what do you want?” And the moon replied- ‘What do you want?’

 The bear said – “I want a hat” and the moon replied- “I want a hat”.

Oh goody! The bear thought. Now I know what to get for the moon.

The bear said “I love you” and the moon replied “l love you too” and they both became the best friends forever while wishing one another Happy Birthday!

Moral – Giving with a good heart, will never go unrewarded!

9. The Ant and the Dove

One hot day, an ant was searching for some water.

She came to a spring, but to reach it she had to climb up a blade of grass.

While making her way up, she slipped and fell into the water.

A dove sitting on the nearby tree saw her and quickly plucked a leaf and dropped it into the water to save the drowning ant.

The ant moved towards the leaf and climbed up onto it. Soon she reached the dry ground and was safe at last.

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Just at that time, a hunter nearby was about to throw his net over the dove, hoping to trap it.

The ant saw this and quickly bit him on the heel.

Feeling the pain, the hunter dropped his net and the dove flew away to safety.

Moral – One good turn begets another.

Read On To Enjoy More Stories For Kids In English

10. Foxy talks to the cave

Foxy Fox lived in a cave.

One day when she came back to the cave after hunting for food she observed something strange. Foxy Fox saw a set of large footprints going into the cave and none coming out.

“Some huge animal must be inside,” “Oh dear! What shall I do now?”  she thought.

Suddenly, Foxy Fox had a clever idea, she shouted, “Hello there, cave. How have you been today? I am back,” shouted out Foxy pretending to be talking to the cave.

Lio Lion was inside the cave. Surprised he thought, “I didn’t know that caves could talk.”

Outside, Foxy Fox shouted again, “Hey cave, aren’t you going to welcome me today?”.

Lio Lion got worried. He didn’t want to lose his dinner. “Hello there, welcome back home,” roared Lio Lion.

Foxy heard this and her suspicions were confirmed. She turned around and ran away as fast as she could.

Moral - By being alert and keeping his wits about him, Foxy was able to survive!

11. The Ant and the Grasshopper

An ant and a grasshopper lived in a garden. They were very good friends.

It was springtime and the grasshopper was having a lot of fun playing, singing, and dancing in the sun.

But the ant was busy collecting food grains and storing them in its house.

The grasshopper said to the ant, “Hey,’ Ant! Why don’t you come outside and play with me?”

The ant replied, “I can’t. I am storing food for the winter when there won’t be anything to eat!”

The grasshopper laughed at the ant and said, “Why are you worrying now? Winter won’t come for long!”

Finally, when winter came, the grasshopper did not have a single grain of food to eat. It began to starve and feel very weak.

The grasshopper saw how the hardworking ant had plenty of food to eat and realized its foolishness.

Moral - Hard work never gets wasted it pays off today or tomorrow!

12. The bird who couldn’t sing

Mama bird sang good morning and all the baby birds sang back except the youngest baby bird who could only sing off key.

He tried and tried but no pretty song came out. Days went by but he still could not sing like his brothers or sisters.

Then came the day when the birds had to leave the nest for the flying lessons. Baby bird got lost flying around and his brothers and sisters were nowhere in sight.

He flew and flew over many towns and along his way heard many wonderful sounds.

A kitty purring, a puppy barking, a cow moaning, a duck quacking, a piggy oinking.

Baby bird realized it was okay to sing off key. He didn’t have to sound like everyone else.

Baby bird thought to himself – “Everyone is different and that’s what makes each one of us so very special!”

Moral - We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine!

13. Don’t push the button

Hi, my name is Larry.

Welcome to my story.

There’s only one rule here – Don’t push the button!

Don’t even think about it.

It does look pretty nice though, maybe you should give the button one little push!

Ah! Now I’m yellow. Push it again!

Eww!  Now I’m yellow AND pink. Push it twice!

Now there’s two of me, push it a bunch of times

Uh-oh! Now there’s hundreds of Larry!

Shake the book to get rid of all the extra Larry’s!!!

Okay, now scratch Larry’s tummy to get him back to normal.

Hehe! That tickles! Okay, much better. Let’s NOT push the button again!

Moral - Don't get encouraged to do something that you're not supposed to do!

13. The rooster and the fox

There lived a clever fox in a forest. Once, he was searching for food. Suddenly, he spotted a fine, fat rooster seated on the branch of a very high tree.

The fox could not climb up the tree to catch the rooster, so he asked the rooster politely, “Dear friend, why are you sitting so high on the tree? Don’t you know that the king of the forest has forbidden all the animals from killing one another? ”

The rooster sensed something was fishy. He asked, “Does that mean that the lion would begin feeding on grass now?”

The fox said, “Let us go to the King and ask for the clarification.”

The rooster was intelligent. He said, “Why don’t we take some friends along with us? I can see a large number of hounds approaching this way.”

“Hounds!” the fox yelled in panic. He started running for his precious life.

The rooster laughed at the fox’s evil plan. All the birds sitting on the tree cheered the rooster’s intelligence.

Moral - Beware of a sudden offer of friendship!

14. The power of prayers

In a small village, there lived a young boy named Fred. He had a cute little puppy and he called him Timmy.

Every day he played with Timmy and Timmy followed him everywhere.

One morning, Fred woke up to find Timmy missing. He searched the kennel, his house, and the neighbourhood, but couldn’t find Timmy.

Fred became sad and wept. His mother told him, “Pray to God, my dear. God listens to children’s prayers and will bring back Timmy.”

So, Fred prayed to God. “Dear God, I love Timmy. Please bring him back home safe.”

The next day, Fred went to search for Timmy in their neighbourhood. He found Timmy behind a bush, fast asleep. The little puppy saw Timmy and barked happily.

Fred and Timmy went back home hopping. He told everyone how God answered his prayer.

Moral: God always answers your prayers!

15. The boy who cried wolf

Once there was a shepherd boy who had to look after a flock of sheep.

One day, he felt bored and decided to play a trick on the villagers. He shouted, “Help! Wolf! Wolf!”

The villagers heard his cries and rushed to help him. When they reached him, they asked,

“Where is the wolf?”

The shepherd boy laughed loudly, “Ha, Ha, Ha! I fooled you all..”

A few days later, the shepherd boy played this trick again.

Again the villagers found that the boy had tricked them.

Sometime later, a wolf went into the field and started attacking the sheep.

The shepherd boy ran towards the village shouting, “Help! Help! Wolf! Help! Somebody!”

The villagers heard his cries but they laughed because they thought it was another trick.

Moral: We may not believe someone who often tells lies, even when he tells the truth!

16. Two fighting cats and a monkey

One day two cats found a loaf of bread. Both wanted the bread so they started fighting.

Along came a monkey. “Why are you fighting?” he questioned.

The cats snarled, “We are fighting because both of us want to eat the bread.”

“Why don’t you cut it in half?” asked the monkey.

 “We don’t want the other one to get more, so we are not able to share it.” answered the cats.

“All right,” said the monkey, “I’ll cut it in half for you.”

The monkey tore the loaf into two but one bit appeared slightly bigger, “let me get them to the same size,” he said and ate a little from the bigger piece. Then the other part looked bigger, and so he ate a bit of it too.

The fighting cats didn’t realize that the clever monkey ate the entire loaf.

Moral: When two people fight the third one always gets the profit!

17. The rooster and the jewel

A hungry rooster hadn’t eaten in days.

He was scratching and digging in the dirt trying to find some food.

He scratched and dug and finally, a beautiful jewel emerged.

He was amazed at how the gemstone glittered.

“This is a very fine and beautiful thing,” he thought, “but I would rather have one tasty kernel of corn instead.”

Moral: What is a treasure for one may be worthless to another.

18. Two men and the bear

Two men were strolling down a forest path when they came across a bear.

One man scampered up a tree and escaped the bear’s claws.

The other man knew there was nothing he could do, so he dropped to the ground and played dead.

The bear went up to the man and sniffed about his ears. He pawed at him a few times. Thinking the man was dead, the bear walked away.

After the bear left, his friend came down from the tree.

“What did the bear say to you, friend, when he whispered in your ear?” asked his friend.

“Oh!” answered his friend, “He just told me that I should think twice before travelling with friends who leave you alone in times of trouble.”

Moral: Friendship is tested in times of trouble.

19. The peacock’s complaint

A peacock was very unhappy with his ugly voice, and he spent most of his days complaining about it.

“It is true that you cannot sing,” said the fox, “But look how beautiful you are!”

“Oh, but what good is all this beauty,” moaned the dishearten bird, “with such an unpleasant voice!”

“Each one of us has their own special gift.” said the fox.

“You have such beauty, the nightingale has his song, the owl has his eyes, and the eagle his strength. Even if you had an eloquent voice, you would still complain about another thing.” announced the fox.

Moral: Do not envy the gifts of others. Make the most of your own.

20. The wind and the sun

One day the wind and the sun argued over which one was stronger.

They spotted a man travelling on the road and took up a challenge to see which one could remove the coat from the man’s back the quickest.

The wind began by blowing strong gusts of air. The man could barely walk against the strong wind.

But the man clutched his coat tight against him.

The wind blew harder and longer, and the man held his coat against him tighter and firmer.

It was now the sun’s turn.

He gently sent his beams upon the traveller until the man became so warm that he took off his coat and headed for the nearest tree for some shade.

Moral: Gentle persuasion is stronger than force.

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21. The dog and his reflection

A dog was walking home with a large slab of meat, in his mouth.

On his way home, he walked by a river.

Looking in the river, he saw another dog with a handsome chunk of meat in his mouth.

“I want that meat, too,” thought the dog, and he snapped at the dog to grab his meat which caused him to drop his own dinner in the river.

Moral: Too much greed results in nothing.

22. The Frog who won the race

One day, a group of frogs decided to get to the top of a high tower.

 A lot of people came to see them.

Even before the race had begun, everybody was saying that the frogs would not get there “You’ll never reach the top of the tower!” they said.

Little by little, the frogs felt disappointed and discouraged, except for one of them that continued to run.

Everyone cried out, “Give up! Give up! You’ll never get to the top!”

This led all the frogs to abandon the race, except for the one frog that continued to run and finally reached the top.

Astonished, the other frogs wanted to know what his secret was.

And it was then that they found out that… he was deaf!

Moral: Be deaf to discouraging words and always follow your dreams to the end.

23. The proud kite

Once there was a large and proud kite.

The kite soared higher than all the other kites, but it longed to go higher and higher.

It saw the clouds and the birds way above and resented not being able to get up there.

The kite blamed the string for holding it back.

The string was not happy with this situation and thought it was unfair.

One day, the wind was particularly strong. The kite ascended rapidly. Before long, the string hit its limit and the kite rose no more. “Stop holding me back, let go of me!” said the kite.

Well, the string had had enough and it let go.

Without the string attached, the kite dropped to the ground. The kite was badly injured.

And it learned its lesson that it needed the string to fly and was happy ever after.

Moral: Sometimes it’s the things that you think are holding you back are actually responsible for your growth.

24. The Goose with the golden eggs

Once upon a time a man and his wife had a good fortune and they found a goose that laid golden eggs.

But they started being greedy and thought they are not getting rich fast enough.

Being blinded by their greed they imagined if the bird lays the golden egg, she must be made of some precious metal inside so he and his wife decided to cut it open and become the richest people overnight.

However, when they finally killed the goose they were very surprised to see that the goose’s inside was just like any other living animal.

Moral: Your greedy nature can become the reason for your downfall.

25. Cocoon and the butterfly

One day, a man saw a cocoon, he was very fond of butterflies and he knew this cocoon is soon going to be a beautiful butterfly so he decided to watch.

He spent hours watching how the butterfly was struggling and trying hard to come out of the cocoon.

The man couldn’t take the pain the butterfly was going through so he decided to help.

He bought a scissor and made the opening a little bigger so that the butterfly could move out without much struggle!

Unfortunately, the butterfly looked no more beautiful, had withered wings, swollen body, she couldn’t fly anymore.

Although the man wanted to help the butterfly and the process she was going through of struggle would make her a strong and healthy butterfly but it was disturbed in between and she had to suffer the consequences.

Moral: Patience and struggle make us shine.

26. The blind man with a lamp

Once there lived a blind man in a small town.

He always carried a lighted lamp in his hand whenever he went out at night.

On one dark night, he was going with his lighted lamp in his hand. A group of men were passing that way.

They saw the blind man and made fun of him.

They said,” O Blind man why do you carry the lighted lamp. You are blind and cannot see anything?

The blind man politely said, “This lamp is not for me, but for you people who have eyes.

You may not see a blind man coming and push him.

They felt ashamed and begged pardon.

Moral: Think twice before you speak.

27. Bad company

A rich man had only one son.

The son fell into the bad company and developed many bad habits.

Worried about his son, he thought of a plan to mend his habits.

He went to the market and bought some fresh apples and a rotten one.

He came back home and asked his son to put all the apples along with the rotten one in a basket. The son did the same.

After a few days, he asked his son to bring the apples. As he opened the basket he was surprised to note that all the apples had become rotten. He felt sad.

At this, his father told him to see how one rotten apple had spoiled all the rest. In the same way, one bad companion could spoil all others.

The father’s advice had the desired effect. The boy gave up bad com­pany and became good again.

Moral: Better alone than in bad company.

28. Teeth of the elephant

Once a hungry mouse found a nut. He started to bite into it but its cover was hard and thick.

Irritated the mouse prayed aloud to God, “Oh God! Why did you give me such tiny teeth? I have food here but I cannot eat.”

Immediately he heard God’s voice, “Dear Mouse, go and look at the other animals teeth. Whosoever’s teeth you like will be given to you.”

So the mouse went to the forest and saw the elephant. He was impressed by the long, white tusks of the elephant.

The little mouse asked the elephant, “Sir, are you happy with your long beautiful teeth?”

At this, the elephant replied, “Friend, these teeth are just for show. I cannot use them to chew food as you do. At least you don’t have to bear the heavy weight of your teeth.”

Hearing this, the mouse thanked God for giving him the tiny teeth.

Moral: Count your blessings

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