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girlactionfigure · 1 year

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Her father had hoped to bring his family to America.

He wrote to a friend, “I am forced to look out for emigration and as far as I can see USA is the only country we could go to. Perhaps you remember that we have two girls. It is for the sake of the children mainly that we have to care for. Our own fate is of less importance."

Unfortunately, America’s restrictive immigration policy prevented that from happening, according to the Associated Press.

She and her family were trying to flee oppression in her country and the persecution of "undesirables (minorities, immigrants, homosexuals, the disabled, and the elderly). Racism ran rampant in this society, and opposition, any opposing opinion that spoke out for equality and for the lives of others was destroyed. Also, women were second-class citizens, forbidden to work, forbidden to receive an education, forbidden to speak out regarding their own lives and bodies. Patriotism was demanded for all, other religions were not tolerated. Teachers and civil servants were fired from their jobs.

This was why she and her family wanted to go to America.

But, that never happened.

She was born on June 12. She was the second and youngest child of her family. On her 13th birthday, her mother made cookies for the young girl to share with her friends at school. She enjoyed a party with a strawberry pie and a room decorated with flowers. One of her prized gifts she named "Kitty". It would be her last birthday before the family was forced into hiding.

On Tuesday, June 6, 1944, Allied forces would land on Normandy.

The young girl wrote in her white and red autograph book, “Is this really the beginning of the long-awaited liberation?”

But, it wasn't soon enough.

Two months after the Allied landings in Normandy, the police discovered the family's hiding place on August 4, 1944.

The young girl, Anneliese Marie, wrote in her book which she had named "Kitty" and had become her cherished diary:

"It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart."

Sadly, despite the young girl's hopes, the family had been betrayed by someone who knew of their plight. The son of one of the family's friends who had been helping them now believes it may have been his aunt, who believed she was only trying to protect her family and her country from "the undesirable" elements of society. The son, in a recent book, reveals a conversation in which his mother and aunt were arguing, divided over the future of the country and its leader, Adolf Hitler. The encounter ended with his aunt shouting, “Just go to your Jews!”

The young girl, Anneliese Marie Frank (known as Anne to her friends and family) and her sister were sent to the concentration Auschwitz-Birkenau, a death camp where more people were murdered than at any other camp – at least 1.1 million men, women and children, 90 per cent of them Jews.

The sisters somehow survived Auschwitz, only to be sent to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, where the two girls died of typhus (just a few days apart from one another) shortly before the camp was liberated by the British Army. The exact date of their deaths is unknown. Anne was 15, and her sister, Margot was 19 years old. Their mother Edith was also killed.

Documents that the Franks did try to get to America were discovered recently, according to research conducted jointly by the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam and the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington.

Unfortunately, “all their attempts failed, so going into hiding was their last attempt trying to get out of the hands of the Nazis,” said Annemarie Bekker from the Anne Frank House.

At that time American anxieties over foreigners were high, according to Richard Breitman, a professor emeritus at American University who wrote about the family’s attempts to immigrate to the United States. "Otto Frank’s efforts to get his family to the United States ran afoul of restrictive American immigration policies designed to protect national security and guard against an influx of foreigners during time of war," Breitman wrote.

The president of the United States at the time stated that “national security took precedence over humanitarian concerns.”

After attempts at immigration had failed, the Franks hid for more than two years during the war and it was then that Anne wrote her famous diary.

The first entries in her diary describe how her family were segregated and discriminated against. She wrote, "I live in a crazy time."

Miep Gies and Bep Voskuijl - two of Otto's friends who had helped the family while they were in hiding - had found Anne's writing and held on to it, in case she ever came back. Her father, Otto, was the only member of the family to survive the Holocaust. Miep and Bep passed Anne's writing on to him.

After reading the diary and seeing how much writing meant to his daughter and how she wanted "to go on living even after [her] death", Otto Frank decided to have her diary published.

“She has allowed millions of people, maybe hundreds of millions of people, to identify with persecution at the worst level,” said Breitman.

"The Diary of a Young Girl", also known as "The Diary of Anne Frank" has become a symbol of hope and resilience that has been translated into dozens of languages.

The Jon S. Randal Peace Page

#WW2 #Shoah #Anne Frank

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danielfeketewrites · 6 months

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Not Normal About Doctor Who

Back in June, I went to a fae-themed picnic with my girlfriend and my girlfriend's girlfriend (not an official title, they're not dating (or are they?)) and my girlfriend's girlfriend confessed that next month she's not going to be normal about Good Omens. She just knew it. I guess a large portion of tumblr can relate.

I replied that I am definitely going to be less and less normal about Doctor Who when we get closer to November.

Well, I was right. It's like a full moon is for a werewolf. For the past month, there hasn't been a single hour when I haven't thought about Doctor Who for at least a little bit. Maybe when I'm asleep. Maybe. Sometimes, I'm just lying in my bed, thinking about Doctor Who for hours and hours.

I've started reading two Doctor Who books. The first is an eighth Doctor book called Alien Bodies by Lawrence Miles. The second is an anthology - The Target Storybook.

I've also been writing my own short story for a small Czech fanfic competition. I picked a more recent Doctor rather than a classic one, which is quite unusual for me. (It's a Thasmin story set in the Land of Fiction. Yeah.)

I've been scrollig through the eyespider website (check it out if you haven't already), spotting stories that I would place elsewhere. Thinking about making my own version. Again. I once tried to make my own version as a Czech translation of the original website, but now I actually want to do it as a way to track which Doctor Who stories from the EU I've experienced. Also, fixing the placements that I disagree with. That's a big reason as well.

Also scrolling through Altered Vistas again. And TARDIS Wiki, but that one's obvious. Although I do recommend checking out the old classics like Fire, Grass, and, of course, the best one.

I've obviously rewatched some stuff. Outside of The Mind Robber and Shada, I'm watching series four with my mum and my girlfriend in preparation for the 60th anniversary trilogy, because they haven't seen the episodes with Donna before.

I've also been listening to some Big Finish. Mainly Once and Future, but I'm also thinking about listening to 10th Doctor and Donna boxsets, as well as the Companion Chronicles stuff featuring Sara Kingdom.

Probably gonna read more comics very soon, it seems inevitable. Maybe that digital scan of Abslom Daak - The Dalek Killer that somehow appeared on my external harddrive? Some 13th Doctor comics too. I desperately need to find more stories with her that I actually like.

I can name every Doctor Who TV story in order. But the other day, I caught myself trying to also remember every writer to all of the stories in the 60s Who. I'm gonna have to memorise that one properly, I still have some gaps. The Space Museum was written by Glyn Jones.

I've been thinking about sharing my top 10 favourite stories for each Doctor here, on tumblr. And yes, those top 10s are gonna include EU stories. Some of them will have more EU stories than TV stories. I will obviously have to update them next year. Could be my new November tradition!

Oh, and I'm also writing a Doctor Who fanzine for a Czech Doctor Who by-fans-for-fans convention. I am also one of the organisers of said convention.

So yeah. I'm not normal about Doctor Who right now. And The Star Beast hasn't even aired yet! Meep meep!

art by Dave Gibbons

#doctor who #doctor who obsession #doctor who 60th anniversary #tldr i can't function properly because of doctor who #good omens mentioned in this post #i love tardis wiki to bits #dfpost

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this-idiots-left-eye · 2 years

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Pandora Hearts Month 2022 (REDO) Prompts!

Hello all!

I have recently learned that the @phmonth2022 blog is experiencing some technical difficulties—and has for longer, and a greater extent, than I realized. I don't get notifications properly, I don't get notified at all if people tag the blog, my posts don't show up in site's tags, and it seems you have to click on the blog itself to see any of its posts.

It seems as though a number of people who wanted to participate in Phmonth22 in May/June...never saw the posts about it.

This means that we will now be doing a redo of Pandora Hearts Month 2022!

It will have the same exact prompts as before, allowing people who didn't see it before—and anyone who otherwise didn’t get the chance before—to participate now! It will occur at the same time as The Case Study of Vanitas Month 2022! (Check here for those prompts!)

Because of the phmonth2022 blog's issues, I am hosting it here on my ph (and vnc) sideblog @this-idiots-left-eye. I will reblog my posts on the @phmonth2022 blog, as well as my main blog @i-prefer-the-term-antihero but I will make the initial posts here.

Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates Pandora Hearts. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios (Golden Trio, Rainsworth Trio, and Tragedy Trio) and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3 fans chose and love. You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms!

When you post, please remember to:

Tag me @i-prefer-the-term-antihero or @this-idiots-left-eye in your posts to make sure I reblog them!

Tag #phmonth22 in your tags! I will go through that tag regularly and check if I've missed any direct tags.

Either put a link, or a “read more” on long fics (or long posts in general), so they're easier to reblog!

I also made a collection on Ao3 for writers! Don't hesitate to add your fics to it!

Lastly, don’t forget to join our discord if you haven’t! It’s a fun place to discuss the series and more easily share your creations!

Without further ado, here are the prompts!

Golden Trio Week (Alice, Oz and Gilbert), October 9th—15th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 9th: Pink

Day 2, Monday Oct 10th: Daffodil

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 11th: Queen

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 12th: Summer

Day 5, Thursday Oct 13th: Cage

Day 6, Friday Oct 14th: Ocean

Day 7, Saturday Oct 15th: Garden

Rainsworth Trio Week (Sharon, Break and Reim), Oct 16nd—22nd:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 16th: Purple

Day 2, Monday Oct 17th: Forest

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 18th: Sister

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 19th: Madness

Day 5, Thursday Oct 20th: Cake

Day 6, Friday Oct 21st: AU

Day 7, Saturday Oct 22nd: Whisper

Tragedy Trio Week (Lacie, Jack and Oswald), Oct 23rd—Oct 29th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 23rd: Storm

Day 2, Monday Oct 24th: Sibling

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 25th: Secret

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 26th: Indescribable horrors

Day 5, Thursday Oct 27th: Unimaginable Wonders

Day 6, Friday Oct 28th: Tower

Day 7, Saturday Oct 29th: Snow

Fan’s choice Week, Oct 30th—November 5th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 30th: Psyche

Day 2, Monday Oct 31st: 🎃 Metamorphosis 👻

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 1st: Perspective and/or Ivory

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 2nd: Lilies

Day 5, Thursday Nov 3rd: Wrath

Day 6, Friday Nov 4th: Tarnished

Day 7, Saturday Nov 5th: Sketch

(Yes, I switched the order of the fan's choice week prompts around. It was because "Lilies" did not feel remotely Halloweeny to me XD)

You are free to have fun with this!! As long as you tag it, NSFW is allowed! (Tagging ships is nice too). You can pretty much do whatever you want with the prompts!!

For the trio weeks, as long as you make sure the characters from the trio are your main focus, it’s okay to use other characters in your creations too! For the fourth week, you can really write about any character you want. It doesn't have to be ships!

You can join any time, and use as many or as few prompts as you want! And you don't have to post on the day if you can’t make it! I’ll reblog things late!

Since we live across the world, you are free to post whenever the day is for you. I myself will be making posts according to my time, which is Central Standard Time in America.

About the prizes:

Some of you may recall me posting about wanting to add a competition aspect to Phmonth, with the 15th anniversary merch as prizes. I ordered the prizes long ago, however they still have not arrived at my house.

You guys voted to have a raffle decide who gets the prizes, so it will be easy to do the raffle at any time after Phmonth has ended.

Keep in mind that, as per your request, I do intend for there to be multiple prizes, at least one for the artists, and one for the fic writers!

I will revisit the prizes once phmonth22 ends!

Feel free to get started on making stuff early!

We’re so excited to see what you make! Thank you for all your support!

i-prefer-the-term-antihero

#Pandora Hearts #ph #phmonth22 #oz vessalius #gilbert nightray #xerxes break #lacie baskervillle #jack vessalius #oswald baskerville #glen baskerville #alice baskerviille #sharon rainsworth #reim lunettes #Pandora hearts month #phmonth #pandora hearts month 2022

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bangtansmauyeondan · 11 months

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i am so excited for your new kth fic!

I am so excited to publish it as well! ☺ I'm feeling a little generous today so, here's a little teaser from This Time Around, my upcoming two-part KTH fic dropping on June 13th and 18th!

“Should I pick you up from work this evening?” Taehyung asked you as he disappeared into the glass partition.

Ah, the classic "married couple conversation" - that charming early morning exchange where one half of the couple is quietly going through their pre-work routine, while the other tries, with all their might, to spark some form of coherent conversation. It's a delicate dance of trying not to overstep while also attempting to piece together the idea of it being a normal thing to do between married people. After all, it has already been almost a year since you two exchanged your vows. At times, it can feel like you're speaking two entirely different languages - one person tuned into the present moment while the other is on another planet.

Taehyung’s question was met with silence and he immediately started convincing himself that you just didn’t hear him properly.

“Seokjin hyung and Mari are expecting us at the grand opening of their aqua park this weekend,” he started another conversation. “You’re not working this weekend, are you?”

You spat out the toothpaste water before answering, “It’s this weekend already?” Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember the date. “I’m trying to close a client on Monday so I’d probably be working on the presentation that weekend.” You arranged your toothbrush and dental floss on the acrylic holder before meeting Taehyung’s eyes in the mirror. “You should go ahead, don’t wait for me.”

“Yah, of course they’re expecting us to attend together,” Taehyung countered with a small pout. “We’re a married couple.”

“Married couple?” You turned around and walked towards the shower, reaching for Taehyung’s face before tiptoeing and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. “We’re business partners, honey.”

#ask bangtansmauyeondan #bangtansmauyeondan #this time around #this time around taehyung #bts imagines

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personthattoleratesme · 2 months

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tell me what the video Basically, I’m Gay means to you?

My answer will discuss suicide and death of a family member, so trigger warning for that

I feel like this might be a little trauma dump-y but also you asked and I want to give a genuine and honest answer, perhaps it's not what you were expecting/hoping to hear but my relationship with BIG is very unique and I do want to share it, so click keep reading if you want to hear it.

On June 6th 2019 my 24 year old cousin passed away due to suicide. He meant a lot to me, he was the only member of my family who was openly part of the lgbt community. We grew up very close - almost as siblings - so his death hit me incredibly hard, to this day it's the worst thing I've ever been through.

The weeks surrounding his death - when he was still in the hospital, and then afterwards the funeral arrangements - were extremely awful for me. My teachers at school were entirely unsympathetic towards what I was going through, none of my friends or peers really understood the grief I was feeling, and I essentially had no support system to help me through this time period. I felt so alone in so many ways.

I must've gone to bed early on June 13th, as the funeral was going to take place the very next day. I remember being in bed when the notification appeared on my phone. Daniel Howell. Basically I'm Gay. 45 minutes long.

You can probably imagine that considering the emotional roller coaster I was already going through at the time, this very notification - and with that the video - made me feel emotions so bizarre and complex that they're only visible to shrimp. I do think the whole dead cousin thing made me unable to truly appreciate watching that masterpiece the first time, and I am sad that I'll never be able to experience it for the first time again in better circumstances. But it did provide me with an interesting core memory.

The contents of the video hit incredibly close to home at the time. I remember being sad that I couldn't show it to him. That it was just a few days too late. That maybe he needed to see someone who made it, another queer man who had been where he was and has now gone to live a happy an unapologetic queer life.

I was mourning the end of my cousin's queer story, but also feeling pride because I was witnessing the beginning of Dan's. It was confusing and upsetting. It was the proof that queer stories can have happy endings, but my cousin would never be able to get his.

I feel many emotions when I think of the release of BIG. But I do think I am genuinely happy that it was uploaded when it was. It fucked with my brain in many ways, but it also gave me hope. It gave me a much needed light when I was spiraling deep into a depression in real time. Without it I would've felt even more hopeless.

I am genuinely very thankful that Dan has proved to me that there's hope and a light at the end of the tunnel. He's definitely saved my life a few times. And look at me, almost 5 years later I'm still here. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry for my cousin, that he never got to find that light and have that happy ending. He deserved it just as much as Dan and myself. Which is why I'm living for the both of us now and holding onto any hope for dear life.

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading all of this. I hope it wasn't too sad. I'm kind of glad I got to vent about this I won't lie. Sorry about the length of it.

#anon ask #answered #tw suicide #dan and phil #daniel howell

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Ch. 41 // Then Starve // Day 26

Contents (Warnings): Pretty peaceful...ain't it? (safe soft vore mentions, small cute bobean moments, some teasing, intense stuff to come, and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 4015

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(Oct. 13th, Thursday)

I groaned aloud, hearing my alarm going off, or what I thought was my alarm until my half-asleep brain put it together. Someone's calling me. I answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, hey! Guess what I have for you!” Claudia’s voice pattered excitedly on the speaker.

I pulled back the phone, looking at the time that flashed on the screen. It was 3 in the morning. I should have gotten at least thirty more minutes of sleep.

“Why do you make it sound like you’re right outside my apartment?”

“Because I am!” She cheered.

I jumped out of bed, “YOU’RE NOT!” I scrambled over in my hoodie to my room door and stopped as she was laughing.

“I’m kidding; you know we can’t find your house unless you take us there yourself,” Claudia said.

“Right...” I grumbled. I'm mad I fell for her scare. I lowered my voice to listen to Wick's side of the wall and see if I woke him. My ear pressed on it. “So why are you calling me at 3 in the morning?”

“The bet we made, remember, I have something I want you to try.”

I pushed the phone closer to my mouth and whispered, “oh, come on, I-I know what everyone is now. I didn’t fail the bet.” I didn't hear anything, so I walked back to my bed.

A suspicious hum raised in her voice. “I did say until Saturday night, but I didn’t ask you at the end, so go ahead, tell me!”

I sat down on the covers and felt the motor in my head trying to turn. I yawned and spoke, “Tila’s a fairy, Beatrice-” I didn’t like saying her name. “She’s a beast…variation insect?”

I waited, and Claudia told me to go on,

“Drake’s a vampire beast, Xander’s a wendigo and magus, Zilla and Zane are both nagas mixed with mimic….” She didn’t stop me. “Elliot’s a werewolf, June’s a slime, Tristan’s a slime, Sandra’s a Magus, Viola’s a siren, Lev’s a Dragon, You’re a Fae, and Edgar is a vampire beast.”

Claudia chuckled, “More than I thought you’d get right, but before I point out the one you got wrong, what kind of dragon is Lev, and what kind of Fae am I?”

I searched my thoughts. I got one wrong? Who? And shoot, I don;' then I realized Drake never told me what Dragon Lev was and what Fae Claudia was. I wanted to call Drake and ask him, yet I didn’t think Claudia would buy the "my signal dropped, but I know the answer" excuse.

I let my shoulders drop, “I don’t know.”

She clapped over the receiver. “That’s fine, I don’t know what Dragon Lev is either, so you could have said anything, and I would have believed you.” She laughed so innocently. “And myself, I’m a Sunless Fae. You can tell by the faintness of my colors and the lack of vegetation over my body like other Sun-graced Fae.” She seemed more than happy to share it with me.

Maybe that’s an excellent way to distract her in the future? “And who did I get wrong?”

“Edgar, he’s a vampire, not a vampire beast like Drake. I think that’s from his mom's side.”

“So even if I found out what you were and Lev, I would have failed because I assumed he was the same as Drake.”

“Well. I’ll give you a good job in person on Saturday for the handwork you did asking everyone!”

I muttered with guilt, “y-yeah.” Then realized it was Thursday. “You don’t even work today! Why did you say it like you were coming to give it to me today!”

I could hear her giggles, “sorry! I’m super excited and wanted to tell you a little about it!”

“Okay…”

There was a devious “hue, hue” from beyond the receiver. She was like a cutesy anime villain. “It’s another potion that’ll shrink you, but instead of four inches tall, you’ll be half your size this time!”

“No!” I exclaimed and heard her laugh again.

“I’m kidding~ It’s to allow you to breathe underwater.”

“Oh…? Why?”

“Why? Don’t humans dream of breathing underwater? Or did that movie lie to me?”

It would be cool. Sandra’s warning entered my head again. What’s the catch? What would- My panic increased. “What is it going to do to me, Claudia? It-IT’S NOT GOING TO TURN ME INTO A FISH, IS IT?!?”

Claudia laughed, “it’ll be okay, Lynette.”

“YOU DIDN’T-” I lowered my volume. “You can’t just- it’ll be okay me, and not answer whether it will or not.”

I couldn’t tell whether she was joking, “if you’re a fish, Alexander won’t want to eat you."

“But, I’ll be a Fish!!!” I mumbled, “please, do not turn me into a fish.”

“I think you’ll look cute!”

“Claudia, I’m begging you! Anything else, ANYTHING.”

Claudia sighed, “well, I did say it’d get you…so…I guess I could just do what everyone else does and eat you.”

Disgust stabbed my gut. “You don’t sound like you want that….” And I really don’t either.

“I’d rather try the potion.” She pouted. “I think you’ll really like it.”

I groaned out aloud. Do I want to be a fish or get eaten…ahhhh! I hate having to make this choice. I could die as a fish-I COULD DIE GETTING EATEN.

“I-I’ll think about it.”

I could hear her a "harumph" over the speaker, “Lynette, I want the answer now!”

“I don’t want either option!”

“You gotta pick one, or let me pick the potion!”

“Fine-Claudia-I'll pick” What happened to me yesterday played in my head. “potion...as long as I'll be 100% safe.”

“Wait, really?! Yes! Thank you! It’ll be so much fun! Promise!!” She squealed with glee, “have a great day then!” She hung up after, and I banged the phone on my head.

“Would I rather be a fish than a snack?" I looked at the time, sighing. I didn't see a point in trying to rest anymore. "Life does sound simpler, and at least none of them would eat a fish.”

…

I didn’t get to work at the same time as June today. Instead, it was Alexander. His gaze at least looked a lot tamer, though it still made me feel uncomfortable.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked, out of instinct to take the attention off myself.

The question looked to piss him off, but he stopped before he replied and smirked, “yeah, but I’ll be feeling even better tonight.”

“Yeah?” It took me a second to realize what he meant. “Come on! Xander, I HAVE TWO LUNCH PERIODS. TWO!” I exclaimed. “Can’t you give me-”

He stopped me at the door, “you had four days where I DID nothing to you. That’s plenty.” His eyes fixated deeply on me.

I couldn’t meet hungry cloud blue hue nor look at any other part of him, “I was attacked twice yesterday! By Beatrice and Lev!”

“Tsk.” He grumbled, “don’t remind me.” He stepped out of the way and opened the door. He let me pass him. “You could have avoided both of them if you let me eat you every time.”

I whined out, putting my hands to my face, “it’s like you ignore me when I try to explain; I DO NOT WANT TO BE EATEN BY ANYONE-” Why can’t they be normal?! I tried to hurry ahead.

“And you ignore me when I say you’re what I EAT.”

My feet didn't let me move anymore. My body refused to run. I flipped back and faced Alexander. He stopped walking. I shouted weakly, “TH-En STarVE!”

…

Alexander

Her unexpected yet scared declaration made him smile. Primarily due to the crack in her voice.

She pulled back, “I-I don’t mean die-I meant not-” She fumbled, losing her ground.

He took a step forward, "you know I was starting to pity you just a bit.” He showed her his fingers close together, “but after that, I think I’m fully justified.”

The panic worked up in her eyes, “Wha-no-” He started to laugh and passed her. She called out from behind him, “oh, you jerk, you're lying!”

He felt well enough to talk to her, but his hunger was getting stronger. At least I know it hasn’t affected my Appetite.

He thought to himself. He got to the time clock. Everyone had already started. As he scanned in, he felt more of what was to come. If I get Lynette for lunch during this shift...win the game later... He tried to contain his smile. And keep her into the night. I won't have to feel hungry for the rest of the day.

…

Lynette

What am I going to do? We’re not playing a game during this first shift. I didn’t want to be inside him. And even if I don’t get put in the same lunch bracket as him, I still have to avoid him by running away.

“Morning.”

I clutched the spray bottle and rag when I jumped.

It was Drake.

“Mo-morning!” I said, followed by a weak smile. I tried to meet his eyes, but his bangs hid them as usual.

He held up some supplies. “We’re both cleaning today.”

“Twinsies.” I gave a light cheer. I don’t hate him. He’s helped me a lot since I’ve been here.

“I’ll get the boy's bathroom if you get the girl's.” He walked with me to them.

I nodded, “sounds like a plan.” Maybe I should ask...no. Remember Lynette, Alexander is his best friend. He’s not going to say anything about him... My lip quivered with desperation, and against my thoughts, I called out.

“Drake!”

He flinched and flicked back, “uh-huh? Is everything okay? Did you want the guys' bathroom-”

I put my hands together, clapping the rag to the bottle. “What can I do about Xander?”

“Him?” Drake let out a handful of chuckles, all very light and weighed with nervousness. “What do you mean?” He played dumb.

“Please!” I moved closer. “I got eaten twice yesterday, and he doesn’t even care-” I exhaled, “I don't even want one time, but I REALLY don’t want twice.”

“You’d have to be something different than a human for him to lose interest.” Drake shrugged, “other than that, I can’t help.” he looked to burden a thought in his head. “-he has to finish off that deal with you. And after that, who knows, he might relax.”

I dropped my arms. It's not that easy. “Thanks anyway.”

Drake reached out to me when I tried to get to work. He tapped my shoulder and brought his hand back quickly after. He got the attention he wanted.

“I didn’t mention the game to him, but it involves you getting to a goal and the others trying to take you to their goal, like football, except you’re the ball.” Drake pointed his pointer finger from each hand up, “I picked it because I know Lev and Alexander would fight amongst themselves.” Drake gestured to his own body, “and if I won today, I would just want your blood, not eating you.”

“The needle or-” I hesitated, my hand with the rag going to my neck unconsciously. “Biting?”

Drake combed his bangs over his face with a slight huff, “needle, or were you offering...” He stiffened up and shook his head. He turned around with his hands up. “No. It'll be the needle. It’s not a crescent moon yet.”

He walked into the respective bathroom after I said thank you.

I entered mine, and it generally wasn’t too dirty. Viola cleaned them throughout the day, so they were much better than most I've been in.

I looked into the last mirror I passed. Why do they think of food when they look at a human? I went to the last stall. I wouldn’t want to eat anyone, especially if they didn’t want me to. I felt hurt by my own hypothetical. What if they started crying? I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone.

The other monsters don’t seem to care about that. “I don’t see a point playing catch up with you. A year is nothing to me.” I scrubbed a little faster. It’s not like I’m asking to be friends, Lev. I’m just asking for you to have some consideration. At least Xander-

No, I am not going to justify either of them. Xander’s a jerk, too. He always acts like I’ve said something wrong or goes straight to eating me. There’s no in-between with him…I reached behind the toilet. I guess I did tell him to starve earlier, didn’t I? I groaned. BUT WHEN I ASKED HIM IF HE WAS OKAY, HE TURNED IT INTO SOMETHING ABOUT EATING ME! He could eat anyone, any other human. But no.

I got up after scrubbing the first one. Alexander probably does it for the same reason Lev does, because I hate it.

I slapped my cheeks. Focus on the good stuff, Lynette. I reminded myself. My vacation's coming up in a week or two.

...

Drake and I walked to the kitchen together and met with June, who patted his clothes, brushing off some frost.

“Hey guys, sorry I missed you coming in. I arrived early to help count the delivery and put everything in the freezer. How are you both?”

“Tired,” Drake said.

“Fine, thanks. How are you?”

“A little chilly,” he said with a shiver. “I think I’m gonna make some tea during break,” he tweeted, “did you guys want some?”

“Sure,” Drake said.

“Please.” I suspiciously glanced at Drake, “you drink tea?”

“It doesn’t do anything for me, but I like the heat.” He tapped at his abdomen, “liquids are the only thing my body can process.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink anything but blood. I thought before looking back at June, “and are slimes not hurt by the cold?”

June laughed, “I can regulate my body’s temperature,” he did a triumphant pose. “You are right though, extreme cold will turn me into a” he paused, then frantically looked at Drake and me. “What are those things called. They’re a human thing, frozen sticks.”

“Frozen sticks?” Drake pulled back in thought.

“Popsicles?”

June jumped up, “yes! That-I’d be one of those!”

“awh! No!” I squeaked.

June assured me with a few pats, “it’s okay. I can recover from being too cold.” He added, “not extreme heat; I’ll melt if there’s too much.”

“Then don’t drink tea! It’s hot!” My voice rushed out once we got to break room 3, across from one.

“As long as I don’t fall into a giant teacup of boiling tea and simmer in it for an hour or two, I’ll be okay!”

Oddly specific. Too specific. HAS SOMEONE TRIED TO HURT YOU?! I yelled in my head. I might have asked to switch to this shift if it wasn't for Beatrice.

Everyone was at the table toward the back center, and chairs pulled up for us. Beatrice was not here today, luckily. Instead, Zane was here. And Elliot was on one of the couches, sleeping.

He sleeps a lot. I thought as June leaned over the table.

“I’m gonna make some peppermint tea. Anyone want some?”

Alexander said no, while Tila and Zane said yes.

“Hey, Len,” Zane said to me. Charletta used to call me that, and then Wicks, to be different, turned the nickname into a bean name. The thought made me smile.

His gaze pricked at my neck when I opened my mouth to say hi back. It left when Tila told me hello as well. What happened? I sat in my seat, and Zane's smile returned.

Then, June looped an arm under mine and got me up.

“You were worried about the tea, so come check this out!”

June tugged me along to the kitchen portion of the room. I helped him boil some water for the tea. And when it was done, he got a cup and lifted it to his lips.

“Look at this!” He lifted up his shirt with his free hand and drank it.

His abdomen started to change from a normal skin color to the faint baby blue like the other day, and I saw the liquid he drank through him. My eyes were fixated on the marvel as he exhaled, finishing it off. And after a few more seconds, the tea started to lose its color and disappear.

“Isn’t that cool!”

“What happened to it?”

June let his shirt fall, “so if I drink liquids, I can make them into goo.”

“Does that happen with solids too?” I asked quietly.

He gave a shake of his head. “No. It takes a while for my body to deplete solid stuff of all the energy and then get rid of it.” He then turned to get out some mugs before the tea got cold. “And it’s really gentle with living things I eat.”

“Oh,” I keep forgetting, “so you eat people too?”

June nodded, “sometimes. It’s usually if someone asks.” He hugged his body with a big grin, “I’ve had a lot of people tell me it’s very comfy and calming inside me.” He’d blush if he could. “They’re so nice.”

He seems way too innocent to be a monster. I said to myself. Not that I assumed monsters were bad, but he was just one of the nicest I’ve met besides Viola and Drake.

I helped June carry the mugs back.

I sat next to Drake, and the extra mug we brought, June, took it to Elliot. Elliot woke up and growled but saw the drink and groggily came over. He brought over a chair and put it in between the space June, and I had.

He didn’t quite hold the same intimidation as the others. His was a silent judgment. Which still bothered me.

“Who wanted the first half of lunch break?” Elliot asked after his first sip.

Alexander and I looked at each other, sitting on opposite sides of the table. I pulled away first. If I end up at the same time as him, I’m really screwed.

First, Tila spoke, then June and Drake. So before Zane could, I yelped.

“ME too!”

Alexander had his arms over his chest and scoffed but didn’t say anything about it.

Elliot nodded, “Fine, Zane, Alexander, and I will join in the second half.” His hand waved in front of me lazily, then pointed to Zane, who sat next to Alexander. “I didn’t mention it earlier, but you’ll be cashiering with Zane today.” He then pointed at Tila, “since she’s going to run a few errands, Alexander, you’ll be staying in the kitchen instead of cleaning up.”

Is he the manager over the first shift? I asked myself. Elliot put his mug to his lips, “did you want to work something different?”

I didn’t think he was talking to me until he turned his body, awaiting my answer.

“Oh-no-” Lynette, why do you stare at people!? “I wondering if you were the manager of the first shift.” I hope he doesn’t take that the wrong way. I realized the way I said it sounded a little rude.

The shrug rolled off, “mhm. Same as Drake over the night shift.” He pointed over my head at him.

Drake was pulled from the conversation when the hand was in his direction.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t know you were a manager.”

“When my Dad’s not here, yeah,” Drake said.

And before I could question anymore, some of the people that got to break earlier were heading back and chugging their tea.

...

I met at the counter with Zane after helping June wash the mugs. Maybe I need a tension breaker?

“Hey, Zane?” I put my hands up with a plea.

“Yeah?” He looked softly amused.

“I don’t know who you usually eat, but I know your sister likes to eat Alexander…so if-”

Zane held a hand, “let me stop you right there. My sister and I have VERY different eating habits. I don’t eat monsters. Hybrids like Alexander… I’d make an exception if I thought I could fight him. I do not.”

“You eat…humans?”

He nodded, “I eat them and magus’s.” He smiled at me and leaned over, and I readied a threat, especially seeing his narrow eyes. “But don’t worry, you’re a dear friend of my sisters, so I’d never eat you.” I could hear the harshness of the word, eat.

“G-great.”

He kept his angle. “Since we’re on the question topic. Can I ask you something back?”

“Su-sure?”

His words whispered, like a threat, “what’s your last name?”

Why would he want that? “Wayland, why?”

He lingered for a second longer, and his serious look broke with his laughter, “oh! Okay! Yeah, I’m sorry. You have a similar feel to an old friend, and I wondered if you were the same person.”

The tension inched off.

“Did you meet them in a human school or-?”

Zane shook his head as our first customer came in. “no. But, Goodluck with Alexander later, though.”

I guess that means question time is over. I fixed my hat on my head as they went to him. I wonder what that “friend” did to him.

…

We sat at the table near the kitchen. Tila went to heat up some of her food; June waited with his but leaned over the table at Drake and me. I ate my PB & J while Drake had blood.

“What’s wrong?” June asked.

I took another bite slowly, “Xander.”

“Is he mad at you? Oh no, did you get into a fight?!”

“She doesn’t want Alexander to eat her,” Drake said.

“OH!” June understood for a second, then his face held confusion. He pressed up the glasses that fell down his nose when he lay across the table. “Why not?”

I looked at him and then back to my sandwich. My Appetite is lost again.

“Some beings aren’t interested in being eaten, June,” Tila spoke up, bringing her piping hot flowers to the table. “I know I’d take down anyone who tried to eat me.”

“But it’s not that bad.” He said, lifting himself up and putting his food in the microwave.

Drake shivered, “you haven’t been eaten by Zilla.”

I peered up, “Zilla’s attacked you?”

“Very, very rarely. She likes to eat Alexander and Lev more, especially Alexander, because even if his size shifts, “he’s the perfect size to fill her up,” her words, not mine.” Drake let his chin lean on his hand, “I don’t size shift or go into my other form, so she doesn’t like to attack me unless she can’t get Lev.”

If only Zilla was here. “Does anyone else here eat other monsters, Tila?”

She poked at June, who stood by her, listening, “he eats anyone or anything-” then she sighed, “Elliot too, he’s eaten Beatrice before. But he’s the most docile and won’t do anything to anyone unless they bother him enough.”

I sighed. “Ah…”

June tapped at his chest, “if you don’t want Alexander to eat you, I can keep you safe instead.”

I felt a flicker of hope, “you can, really?”

Drake burst it, “he’s talking about eating you.”

“June!” I whimpered, “I trusted you!”

“Huh!” He ignored the ding of the microwave. “But you said you don’t want to be eaten by Alexander, and he’ll attack you if you’re not protected by someone else, right? So I can protect you for the rest of lunch, then let you out after it.”

“I-no offense if it is offensive, but I don’t want to be eaten by anyone, ever again, if I can prevent it.” After I said it, I flinched, awaiting the worst. Some kind of backlash, threat, or him jumping over the table to attack me.

“Okay! I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable, friend.” June hummed, getting out his food. He placed the leftover taco’s down and started to eat them.

He didn’t even look the least bit angry or upset. I didn’t even know how to react.

“Is something wrong?” June asked again.

“No...” I exhaled. “thank you.”

...

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heathersbutincorrect · 1 year

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I am in the mood for some chanduke so here you go. Slight nsfw!

The routine always sent Heather Duke in circles. Gaining and losing the same fifteen pounds for months made her even more of a bitch than usual. And then, a month ago, something shifted that changed everything for her.

It all started like usual. Heather was alone at home in the middle of one of her binges. Two empty boxes of granola bars were on the floor with a mountain of wrappers. She’d also polished off five cans of tuna, a tub of icing, a sleeve of cookies, all the leftover Chinese takeout, and four containers of yogurt. She was currently digging into the last of the ice cream. Her stomach hurt, but she kept going. She didn’t stop until the ice cream was all gone. She sprinted to the bathroom. There was only so much time to get it all out. About halfway through, she saw and tasted blood. She scrambled into the wall behind her, breathless and frightened.

The phone rang. Duke was quick to get rid of the evidence before limping her way to answer it. Her stomach really hurt still. She picked up the phone.

“H-hello?”

“Jeez, finally! I’ve been calling for ages. I assume you were up to your usual routine. You finally done?!” As Heather lectured her, she wondered what to do about her massive stomach ache and the taste of blood in her mouth.

“I…um…” Heather had no idea how to tell her what happened or if she would even be heard. What did she have to lose anyway? “I think something is wrong, Heather.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

The phone, which was at its limit on the cord anyway, fell to the floor. She had to expel everything else. Now. Whatever Heather had to say became lost in the background as she leaned over the sink. Red. More red.

Time was glued together, and then stretched to impossible limits. The front door opened at some point. Footsteps sprinted inside. Heather was vaguely aware of flashing lights. She was only just barely able to get out that she didn’t want to go to a hospital before she lost consciousness in a torso with red fabric that was almost as red as what she had thrown up into the sink for minutes on end.

Two voices entered her barely conscious, drugged up awareness. One was frantic, the other calmer but very exhausted.

“Is she dead?”

“No, Heather.”

“Well can you check?”

“I don’t need to check.”

“Just look, Veronica.”

“Okay fine. See? She’s not dead. Since when do you fucking care, anyway? You sent her on this path.”

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was actually serious. Can you just save the lecture for when she isn’t dying right in front of us?”

“Fine. But only because you had the sense to call 911. I’ll give you that. If this really is some kind of new leaf, you’ll have to prove it.”

“Where’s McNamara?”

“Coming straight from cheer. I told her her as soon as I could. Just get some sleep. It’s been over a day. I’m impressed you didn’t get us kicked out when visiting hours ended last night.”

Duke forced her eyes open. Heather was standing, a hand on her hip. Clearly in her impatient posture. Veronica was slumped in a chair and half awake.

“W-wat-“ Talking was hard, but it seemed only one syllable was enough to spring Heather into action. She ran over and picked up a cup, pushing something ice cold past Duke’s chapped lips. An ice chip. Not water, but something. She let it melt in her mouth.

“Jeez,” Veronica mumbled before leaving the room temporarily.

If Heather was trying too hard, well, Duke didn’t care. For the first time in ages, she could see Chandler with very little makeup on. What few people knew is she had a couple freckles that she kept covered up. Right on her neck. The girl was so close that she could reach out and touch them if she wanted to. Why the hell did she want to? Heather would kill her for-

“I’m sorry,” Heather whispered, breaking the silence. “I was trying so hard…to cover…how…”

Last summer. June 13th. She remembered being caught crying over cake and drunken kisses that led to so much more. She still wanted more. Every binge and purge she could possibly do did not fill the hole that was left behind by the promise she’d been forced to make. Pretend it never happened because it meant nothing. Duke didn’t know whether to be upset or angry or whether to forgive or not forgive the behavior from the last six months. She wasn’t sure if she felt anything at all, for she’d spent so long suppressing it.

“What if…” Her voice came out clearer now that a few ice chips had gone down her damaged throat. “What if you were too late, then?”

“Let’s not think about that. Look, you’re going to be in here awhile. I want to do everything I can to show that I’m…sorry…and…and I should’ve listened to Veronica about everything.”

Duke really didn’t want to think about Veronica right now. Or even McNamara, who seemed to be running late as usual. Neither of them were in the room, so they didn’t matter at the moment.

Which brought them to today. She was slowly mending. Therapy and medicine and mealtime and therapy and-well the routine was a little boring but at least she wasn’t puking blood anymore. Chandler looked at her curiously, wondering what Duke had called her into her room for a visit for. Neither of them had talked about June 13th…but they hadn’t not talked about it either. The evidence was usually all over Heather’s neck by the time she left for the day.

Veronica knew. She always knew. But she said nothing. Smart girl.

“Just kiss me.”

The words came out almost without her permission. But it was what she wanted. It was what she always wanted. She wanted a little control. Maybe even to dominate this pleading girl halfway on top of her body. Perhaps she could use this guilt to her advantage. After all, it’s what Heather would do. She smiled to herself as Heather obeyed her command. Finally some leverage in her life. And this was only the beginning.

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fountainpenguin · 6 months

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So I'm trying to figure out how to explain Poof and Foop being caught up with their peers mental age-wise at the end of / right after the time freeze for writing reasons. Cause if they were being held back by the time freeze, and fairies aren't ready to attend school until they're 40-50, wouldn't they still be years behind in that regard? Was their mental age unaffected by the time freeze?

I personally had them aging while they were in Fairy World (i.e. the time freeze only affecting Earth). That's why it took 50 years for Fairies to catch on and even then, they didn't put the pieces together until Timmy confessed... Fairies kept aging normally, so only godparents would notice, but you have to be down on earth to interact with your godkid and if you're on earth, you're getting influenced by the magic overlay.

Poof's development was delayed because he was only aging while away from Earth (such as visiting extended family or attending school), but he did indeed age. Perfectly reasonable for him to know what 2+2 is by the time he's 40 to 50, I think.

FOP canon establishes pooferty, so we know the jump from babbling baby to speaking in full sentences is totally normal in their world, so I always assumed a jump in logic and awareness came along with it.

A good example of this would be my one-shot "Hidden" which shows Foop struggling with some development milestones (in this case, A-not-B search error) despite being able to talk:

"Something is seriously wrong with you! I'm not a baby anymore. I am an intelligent being! You make a mockery of me with your silly parlor games!" "Please retrieve the jack-in-the-box, Anti-Poof." "Oh my smoke! It's right here, you insufferable paperweight!" So saying, Foop ripped Caudwell's jacket from the floor. … to reveal that the stone floor was bare beneath it. "What?" Both hands clapped to the sides of his head. "What is this trickery? I don't understand. Where did it go? It was hidden right here last time."

Post-pooferty, he'd have no problem making the leap from "I watched this guy put my toy under a blanket so therefore my toy is under the blanket and not under his jacket the way it was last time."

Frozen timestream is also where we get "Shouldn't Have Survived," which is that one-shot about the Burger World employee getting in a fight with Happy Peppy Gary over... well...

Kenny's eyes roamed around the office. They settled on a calendar resting on the desk beside the pencil sharpener and a pink laptop - one of those 'tear off one page a day' types of calendars. "Gary… What year is it?" "2002," Gary answered without hesitation. "Or did you want it in the Fairy calendar? It's the Year of the Last… the Last… Well, I can't be expected to remember what it was exactly-wactly, but you get the idea. Oh, Last Berry- that was it. It's the Spring of the Last Berry. LS, 90, YoLB19. Yes: June 13th, 2002, exactly a week before the Fairy calendar turns to summer on June 20th. What?" When he saw Kenny's expression, he tipped his head, the soft blue tassel on his graduation cap bouncing against his dark cheek. "Am I wrong?" "I dunno. Where I'm from, it's 2008." "Well, well! I respect and support you. Haha, I don't even know you anymore, friend, but here on Earth it's 2002. I sing the counting song with the kids. Every day. For the last seven years. I think I know how my numbers go, Kenny..."

Them... Thank you FOP for giving us a canon frozen timeline for 50 years; no media will ever feed me so well again <3

Besides Timmy, who made the Secret Wish, Kenny's the only human who was ever aware of the frozen timestream, though he quickly succumbed to the time freeze magic and fell for the lies just like everybody else. I like to think he tracked Timmy down and confronted him and Timmy pulled him aside and did a little gaslighting... Shh, you didn't see anything...

He went a little nuts and that's hinted in the 130 Prompts even if it's not the main focus, but we love him for it.

That wasn't your question, but I'm still not over the fact that they brought him back for Season 10 and he is STILL serving burgers and looking bewildered about it...

POV: Your place of work (which is outer space) blows up in S7E1 and you spend the next 3 to 4 seasons wandering Dimmsdale because no one cared enough to send you back up there. Kenny, my son...

#Fairly OddParents #FOP Poof #FOP Foop #FOP #Gary and Betty #130 Prompts #The episode's been out 12 years so I'm sure it's okay to spoil but if you're one of my new followers who's just finding out about this #Sorry <3 Canon morally gray Timmy freezing the timestream and screwing over everyone including himself my beloved...#I love this episode so much...#Timmy's Secret Wish #Purple hippie dragonfly #Nerdy blue bat son #ridwriting #FAIRIES!#Zach needs a tag 9 #Perfect pink beaver boy #asks

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ohheyitsyouagain · 2 years

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Damian’s Fic Recs - DuckTales

[August 2022]

writing up another one today, because I’m not in the mood to sleep, apparently. there won’t be as much commentary with this one, since I haven’t actually read any of these in a while. I’m just going through my bookmarks. but I know there’s still duck fans looking for content!

so, here we go!

check out the rest of my recs~

Ratings Guide:

🌹 - Shippy

🌷 - Hints/mentions of ships, but not the main focus

🌻 - Purely Platonic

💚 - General Audiences

💛 - Teen

🧡 - Mature

✅ - Complete

❌- In-progress

🌹💚❌ Febufluff 2020: Ducktales Edition by orphan_account

Word Count: 21k Chapters: 20/28

First Published: February 1st, 2020 Latest Update: April 22, 2020

This is a series of one-shots (that aren't connected) from the Febufluff 2020 prompts.

[Notes: given the fact that this hasn’t been updated since 2020, and that it’s orphaned, I wouldn’t get my hopes up about it getting any more updates. still, there’s a lot of variety in here, and at least one of these oneshots will probably catch your eye.]

🌻💚✅ [humming “moon theme” from the ducktales nes video game] by organicjacket

Word Count: 500 Chapters: 5/5

First Published: July 7th, 2021 Finished: July 16th, 2021

100-word short drabbles based on Della Duck or Drabbles based on words from a random word generator I found online.

[Notes: there’s going to be another organicjacket fic in here, because I’m a sucker for clean word counts and random word generators.]

🌻💚✅ *don cheadle’s voice* i am the storm by organicjacket

Word Count: 600 Chapters: 6/6

First Published: June 28th, 2021 Finished: July 4th, 2021

100-word short drabbles based on Donald Duck or Drabbles based on words from a random word generator I found online.

🌻💛✅ The Fall of the House of Funso by PartlyCloudySkies

Word Count: 5.8k Chapters: 1/1

Published: January 2nd, 2021

Pepper throws a pizza party and nearly destroys F.O.W.L.

🌻💚✅ No Surprise Here by Rintin10

Word Count: 496 Chapters: 1/1

Published: September 13th, 2019

Donald wasn’t surprised that his family had forgotten about him.

🌻💚✅ all the things they might have said to you by twilighteve

Word Count: 6k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October, 24th, 2020

Della went to the moon and wondered how much of it was wanderlust and how much of it was her heart screaming terrified screams over the children she chose to bear but wasn’t ready to. Donald broke his relationship with the man he thought of as a father and raised his nephews, mourning for a corpse that was still alive. Scrooge shut himself off from the world. He built glass castles of routine and cold detachment and glue them all together with nothing but spit and spite. Della comes back from the dead, and the glass castles shatter.

[Notes: I remember this one emotionally devastating me when I first read it. and it made me permanently associate Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives with Della Duck.]

🌻💛❌ De Spelled by rip_in_pieces_my_last_braincell

Word Count:1.7k Chapters: 1/15

First Published: March 23rd, 2021 Latest Update: March 23rd, 2021

“Hey so a stray spell hit one of the cells and now there’s a dude there saying he’s Magica’s brother. What uh...what am I supposed to do about that?”

[Notes: like with febufluff, I wouldn’t expect a continuation. but hey, you never know.]

🌹💛❌ Birds of a Feather by ZeroTwo

Word Count: 22k Chapters: 4/5

First Published: April 26th, 2020 Latest Update: November 4th, 2021

Honestly Donald had no idea why José had taken such a liking to him. The duck didn’t make new friends easily.

[Notes: okay, this one is actually going to get updated. I hope. I’ve been following this one since the start, and it’s the one duck fic I’m still keeping up with.]

🌻💚✅ Oops! All uncles! by astrojanus

Word Count: 925 Chapters: 1/1

Published: March 26th, 2021

Dewey and Panchito are just spending some quality time together by using nerf guns for target practice when, as expected, they end up breaking something. Meanwhile José wonders why he thought that allowing a child to wield a real sword to “playfully spar” with him was a good idea, and Donald has to be the responsible one.

🌻💚✅ Big Brother by Stargaze_Sunflower

Word Count:1.1k Chapters: 1/1

Published: March 26th, 2021

He hadn’t forgotten, exactly, that Louie was younger than him, it just didn’t cross his mind very often. He was usually too busy thinking about how he was younger than Huey. He’d spent all day trying to prove himself as ‘big brother’, and he’d sort of overlooked that he’d actually been one all along.

🌹💚❌ One, Two, Three! by orphan_account

Word Count: 38k Chapters: 6/?

First Published: April 7th, 2020 Latest Update: June 10th, 2020

How an opportunity for José Carioca and Panchito Pistoles changed their lives, and a life of a certain duck too.

[Notes: yet another orphaned fic. sigh.]

🌻💛✅ Trick and Treat by agentz123

Word Count: 1.8k Chapters: 3/3

First Published: October 10th, 2020 Finished: October 11th, 2020

Huey, Dewey, and Louie set out on their first trick-or-treating session without their uncle Donald.

🌻💛✅ Safe and young by ToddyToon

Word Count: 1.3k Chapters: 1/1

Published: April 7th, 2019

The scene brought up too many memories, he couldn’t really say if they were better times, but they were definitely happy, joyful. A little, just a little, less troublesome. Oh, how much he’d missed them.

🌹🧡✅ O Pato Donald by Caleana_Duck

Word Count: 34k Chapters: 8/8

First Published: April 5th, 2020 Finished: July 8th, 2020

Donald is tricked into traveling to Brazil with his family, thinking they are searching for some lost treasure. He meets some old friends, and may have gotten more than he bargained for.

[Notes: I can’t believe this fic started and finished in just three months. the wait felt so much longer when I was actually reading it...]

🌻💚✅ 2. Choking by ohheyitsyougain

Word Count: 713 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 2nd, 2021

Della wakes up on the moon.

[Notes: we’ve officially reached the point of the rec list where I start plugging my own fics. I don’t write ducks anymore, but there’s quite a few that I’m still proud of! All of these ones with numbers in them were written for last year’s whumptober, just to give you a feel for the mood they’ll all have.]

🌻💚✅ 4. Pushed by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.4k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 4th, 2021

Donald was tired. Tired of being ignored, tired of everyone acting like their ideals were more important than his, tired of having to deal with his curse of loving a family that was in life-threatening danger on a daily basis. Who knew that a brick being thrown through his window would change all of that?

🌻💚✅ 8. Definitely Just A Cold by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.1k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 8th, 2021

Hanahaki doesn't kill. It's chronic, not terminal. That doesn't make it any less of a pain, especially when your kids start worrying about it, too.

🌻💚✅ 10. Hospital by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.4k Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 10th, 2021

Della pays Donald a visit at the hospital after the Moonvasion.

🌻💚✅ 12. Begging by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 687 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 12th, 2021

“You need to stay awake, okay?” The smaller duck clung to him with chilled, trembling fingers. “H-Huey, I don’t-” “Please, Louie. Stay awake. So I know you’re okay.”

🌻💛✅ 17. Please Don’t Move by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 708 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 17th, 2021

Theoretically, Huey knew how to set a broken bone, and he knew how to bandage one. But knowing how to do something and actually doing it are very, very different things. Especially when it was your little brother on the ground, sobbing in agony over a broken leg and not a training dummy.

🌻💛✅ Servant of Evil by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 1.5k Chapters: 1/1

Published: July 9th, 2021

“Della.” She looked up from her writing, and did a double take when she saw who was standing in her doorway. She laughed. “Oh, hey Donald!” He was wearing one of her yellow dresses, and his hair was out of its usual ponytail. “I almost didn’t recognize you!” He stiffened, not even smirking at her statement. “That’s sort of the plan, actually…”

[Notes: this fic has a sequel, seen below.]

🌻💚✅ Regret Message by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 794 Chapters: 1/1

Published: August 7th, 2021

Della Duck was dead. She was killed in the uprising years ago, in a public execution watched by many a long-suffering peasant. It was practically a kingdom-wide holiday. At last, the daughter of evil had been vanquished. That’s what everyone thought, anyway.

[Notes: sequel to the above fic.]

🌹💚✅ It Makes an Ass out of You and Me by ohheyitsyouagain

Word Count: 486 Chapters: 1/1

Published: October 9th, 2020

When you spend eleven years on the moon, you tend to make some assumptions about the things that have happened since you left. Aka: Three related but unconnected oneshots of Della vastly overestimating Donald's romantic capabilities.

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moonless-if · 2 years

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MOONDAY UPDATE, 13th june 2022

happy moonday! i may have missed a week or so in all the "last month of school" hubbub, but i'm back and so close to being done with work for this school year! only three more days and then summer break!

i will however go on a slightly spontaneous trip visiting a friend a week from today, so might be a bit short on updates for the two weeks i'm away. but since work has slowed a lot, i'm hoping to get lots of writing done before i leave.

what i did

been working on getting the codex done and i can thankfully say i'm almost there! obviously, there's still more codex entries to come as the story progresses, but for those that'll be needed to the next update, i'm mostly in the stages of figuring out the character codex page, both for mc and other characters. there's still some coding to be done, again, mostly for the character codex pages, but hopefully that should all be done quickly.

game title page art is also done and i love it so much i want it on my body forever. i am having some issues in regards to the mobile version, where it works but everything is very tiny.

writing regular stuff for the story has been a bit on the back-burner, but slowly getting back into it now that the codex is mostly done. resetting the brain from 'write this as if a scientific description of something you made up for a fantasy world' (or 'documentation for work') to 'enjoyable prose' is a bit of a hassle tho.

goals for this week

finish the character codex

finish coding the codex

hopefully fix the mobile title screen issue?

write on game

honestly, for this week, we'll see how it goes. between getting done with work, and preparing for my trip i might want a day or two of down time before i leave. but i'm also really excited about having all the time to write that i might want, so...

that's it for this moonday! i'll try to remember to get an update out next moonday ♥️

- spacedfoxes

#moonday update #update: the moonless

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 1 year

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Top underrated/underappreciated videogames?

This is an AWESOME ask, and even though I'm a terrible judge of what's considered underrated; let me SEE.

IN no particular order:

1. Puzzle Quest: Challenge of the Warlords for PS2.

Developer: DS3 Publisher

Release: 13th November 2007 (I was 16, fun fact!)

Wikipedia Summary:

Nate's Play:

I played the game a lot in high school. It's far more addictive than it initially appears. While I forget who my character was, if I find the right save space and memory card, I'll take some photos and add them to the post. I remember more than one insomnia night filled with my tiny CRT tv and PS2 with the lowest volume possible while playing this for hours. Granted, I only had like, 4 games as it was, but I'm pretty sure I purchased this game at Future Shop myself. Which does not even exist anymore.

Rest in Peace, Future Shop. (1982-2015). You might've merged with Best Buy, but you were to good for them.

As a result, this game was one of those things associated with incredibly specific memories and long nights accompanying my lonely teenage self.

Life happened, and then maybe just over a decade later, I booted it back up, found my character and completed the game entirely. As if years of not playing it hadn't mattered at all.

Maybe you're not underrated, Puzzle Quest. But you're special to me.

Although it seems the UK got the cooler cover!

Version I got.

UK Version.

And look! My real copy!

I post this on 'Rate My Set Up' and get roasted into oblivion.

And look more! My characters! I have 2 more but Tumblr is being ridiculous.

Achroma here is who I beat the game with, be nice to him <3

2. Choice of Games and Hosted Games

Developer: Various Independent Developers

Platform: Mobile

Release: On-going, continual.

Nate’s Play:

Yes, I’m talking about *gasp* mobile games here. But they are I’m told also available on Steam.

These two platforms are host to text-based choose your own adventure games that I am very fond of. Some I have more fun with than others, some I was disappointed by, and some I don’t like at all. But they’re from a variety of creators, engaging and entertaining. Some also include art now.

My Library in Choice of Games

My Library in Hosted Games

If you enjoy reading, character creation and something without a lot of hassle, I highly recommend these. While most are free to play (with ads) I tend to purchase the ones I like. Not one of them has ever been pricier than 12 dollars. Well worth it, in my opinion.

3. Yakuza: Dead Souls (Ryu ga Gotoku of the End)

Developer: RGG Studios. Sega

Platform: PS3

Release: 9th June, 2011 (Japan, 2012 in NA and EU)

Fandom Wiki Summary:

Nate’s Play

Look, it’s not underrated in the fandom, and the controls are a hot mess. But the game gives you so much GREATNESS that it’s so hard not to just have fun with.

Ryuji is back with a GATLING GUN ARM AND A TAKOYAKI STAND.

Majima reacts to the Zombie apocalypse by having the time of his life.

AKIYAMA LOOKS LIKE THIS

credit: @essence-of-armbarring

and LAUNCHES THE BAD GUY INTO THE ZOMBIE PIT FROM A HELICOPTER

Haruka is cute and sweet, the game has it’s own unique cast members never seen in the main series and is just a wild ride the whole time.

THE GAME BROUGHT HANA CHAN BACK (Links to gifset)

KIRYU GETS A GUN THAT FUCKIN LOOKS LIKE AN ANTI MATERIAL RIFLE

DAIGO at, pretty much all times let’s be honest here.

Does a zombie apocalypse in my crime game make sense? No? Do I care? Not a lick. It’s a fun, wild ride. And it brought Ryuji back, I need to do a replay.

The only Yakuza game where the characters adopt Daigo’s idea of ‘fuck it, we all get guns’ ideology (Kiryu does take an entire third of the game before deciding ‘kill the zombies’ is acceptable tho, so that’s in character) and shoot.

4. Sherlock Holmes: Crimes and Punishments

Developer: Frogwares Ireland Ltd

Platform: PS4

Release: 2014

PS Store Summary:

Nate’s Play:

I downloaded and bought this on a deep seated craving need for a mystery game (I love those so much guys pls rec mystery games). Might not be a master class in development and it did end up with the occasional glitch from time to time but I had a good time playing it.

It’s not the most perfect game, but it wasn’t taxing, the puzzles were varied and engaging and I had a good time with it.

Could’ve run a bit smoother over all, but it never ruined the games for me and I enjoyed my time playing.

5. I can’t think of anything now so I’m going to flip this and go on a random rant about Vampire the Masquerades single player games.

I am aware that the series began as a TTRPG and maybe it’s better when played that way, but I’ve played a few of the single player versions in the app I mentioned above (Choice of Games) and I purchased *but disliked* the PS4 versions. Not ‘disiked’ as in ‘the worst games ever’ but in the ‘after each one of these I am largely disappointed and Swansong was so full of glitches it became unplayable and whydidIspend70bucksonthis ANYWAY

It’s odd to me that a series so about embracing the fun of being a vampire just..does not enjoy doing that? I understand the Camarilla and how you’re meant to be discrete and the entire concept being fly under the radar, or question the corrupt overarching power house but I every one of the VtM games I’ve payed through hasn’t really made that..engaging?

You have some *limited* choices, and you feel actively punished for being a vampire even if you never choose to do anything ‘exciting’ and obey your cloaked overlords. I’ve tried versions of playing as the outcast or rogue groups, but the games never seem to allow for me getting as..idk, vampiric or brutal as I might want? I’m a creature of the night. I don’t want to attend bureaucratic nonsense I want to have fun being a morally questionable blood sucker.

ANYWHO, I thank you for this awesome ask and I am (ok not really) sorry it got so long and rambling!

#asks #answered asks #nates plays #yakuza dead souls #puzzle quest #sherlock holmes crimes and punishments #choice of games and hosted games #long rambling spirals that nobody really asked for

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hekaates · 11 months

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open letter to ems (part ii) — @officialjimmybuffet

Hey bitch. Happy birthday

First time it’s just a letter, second it’s a pattern, how long until it counts as tradition?

Maybe it’s weird but I started to write this letter on December 13th, 2022. 179 days until your birthday but I felt the need to start writing this, felt the need to put my sentiments into words.

Yesterday I sent you 18 audios, several minutes each of course, explaining you in deep detail the plot of the first Avatar movie. I watched it alone after my mom went to sleep and to be frank Im kind of glad she did or else she’ll catch me crying over the scenery of a planet that doesn’t exist, from a movie that I’m pretty sure doesn’t pass the Belchdel test (update: it does not, everything is about Jake Sully and his terrible habits). It’s sitting in the bathroom floor all alone, waiting for people to stop screaming at each other that makes me realize how much I needed you in my life, how much I need, and will need someone who understands and compliments (as in complementary) me as well as you do. I like Avatar because I’m insane, but also because I see someone so lost and so insane in their own world they have to go literally to another planet to find a home, because somehow they do and I think, fuck maybe I could to. Looking back at it, the fact Jakes best friend is a short haired ginger scientist (healthcare science is a science right?) might make it even more close to home. (I hope in the end of this story, I don’t turn blue and you die and come back reincarnated as my daughter, but if you do it’d be hilarious and pretty on brand for us).

Everytime I remember you exist I am no longer alone. One time we were talking about the saints (this phrase in itself explains our relationship better than any other thing I can say here) and we said: I’d pick your saint if you pick mine. I remember the first time I wrote it, I looked at the screen, I looked at me and I looked at you (the only way I can, deep inside my mind) and I realize that with no other person this sentiment would make sense, no other person could I send a message at 22h explaining the in-depth history of Brazilian reality shows and make it so that I’m not insane or annoying or terrible, no other person would I search the deep webs of Wikipedia to find out what Saint was killed on June 10 (ps. It’s Saint Olivia, that’s my sisters name).

Saint Emma is the keeper of pharmacy, Saint Luisa the keeper of grief, somewhere along the lines God made it so we can meet and this would make a little bit too much sense.

I want to thank you for always holding my hand, even if have never touched, even if we never do. Times passed, I forget to write and now your birthday is in 4 days and now it is in 2 days and I find myself plagued by a loneliness only you can fill (I think this is the gayest sentence I’ve ever wrote and that’s saying something). Right now I look at the sun and it’s 4pm here so it means that in the other side of the world it’s 3pm and you are looking at the same sun, as the sunlight burns the right side of my face I can’t help but wonder if right now, in the other side of the hemisphere, it burns the left side of your face, that in the sunlight our faces meet and become one (again, really going for the gayness vibe rn).

The only future I am content with is the one I have you by my side, it’s the one I can call you to spend christmas with my family be it next to a British young star celebrity or not (but like if god wants him to spend several christmases with me then like I can’t say no right that’s on God not me right anyways I’m getting of track-) In the good ending it’s Christmas afternoon and I’m sitting by the pool showing you how to open an earl fruit or a persimmon while my siblings play with the speaker. In the good ending we’re in a club in New Jersey and I have no idea how to order a drink, in the good ending, when the movie is about to be done I grab your hand and say “hey.”

So, yeah.

Hey.

#emma tag #anyways congrats on being born ig idk #texts #nothing to see here folks just common Emma birthday mayhams

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multifandompostcardexchange · 2 years

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Updates & Upcoming Vacation

The More page has been updated with a breakdown of all of our stats. The fan statistics spreadsheet has also been updated; I found some errors in it, but it should be correct now.

On Saturday, we sent out the following:

- All Fortune Friday prizes. - The first batch of thera-pets for Mental Health Month. - The most recent batch of postcards we received for forwarding.

We had 8 members participate in Fortune Friday! The winner received a card from the major arcana of the Dragon Tarot deck, while everyone else received one card from the minor arcana. Remember: Fortune Friday occurs every Friday the 13th, so our next round will be in January 2023.

Mental Health Month is still ongoing! If you would like us to send you a thera-pet card, the form will be open through May 31st.

Rebel is leaving tomorrow to go on a road trip with her mother; I will be flying out to join them on Sunday. You are still welcome to send postcards in, but I will not be checking the PO Box until I am back, and will likely not start forwarding postcards or sending out additional thera-pets until the first week of June.

Sending good vibes to all of you. ❤

#updates

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itsanerdlife · 2 years

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How did you meet your new bf?

It's a little bit of a long story peaches. But I'll tell you.

I met Walter (wally) in kindergarten. Ahh yes back in elementary, as two tiny little peas. The first thing he said to me ever was, "I like your bow." When we stood next to each other in line up. My childhood best friend knew him as well. He was a very shy boy, growing up. I knew walter all our lives. Funny enough, our sperm donor's actually knew one another before they had us. Our mom's even partied together back in the 80's. Our two aunts, from our sperm donor's sides, are best friends too. His whole family knows exactly who I am and always has since we were tiny little peas. We had always been friends on social media, as it got bigger and bigger. First Myspace, he always complimented me, was friendly and sweet to me. Than it was Facebook and he'd still continue to comment on my photos or status' and being the very sweet boy he always been. Than we were friends on Snapchat, he'd send me funny stories or compliment my photos. One day in 2014, in April. He posted a story of him and listening to this Joe Nichols song I love. So of course I replied to it and said something along the lines of "That's one of my favorite songs." and he replied back. So we got to talking about some of our favorite music. I mention my undying love for Brantely Gilbert, and he tells me "I won tickets to his concert next month." and I just ugh, I died cause what a lucky man. And I told him this, how i was jelly he was so lucky. We talked for a few more days, prolly about a week or so. Than one day he asks me, "Would you want to go to the BG concert with me?" I stared at my phone for so long, before I asked him if he was sure. He said he really wanted to go with me like a date. I didn't even hesitate, I said absolutely I'd love to go on a date with you. This man picked me up, still remembers what I wore, we still have pictures from that date. Had our first kiss during Playing For Keeps. I knew he was going to be the love of my life, standing in this arena at 22 years old, with a boy I'd known all my life. He knew it too, took me on our second date the next night, to meet his momma and all his friends. We were engaged four months in and suffered our first miscarriage. By 23 and June 13th which was supposed to be our wedding day, we were starting new lives with different people. I walked away, and never got over him. Never in my life, never with anyone did I ever give up on him. I stirred the pot with his girlfriends, made sure they all knew who I was and that he was never really going to be theirs. 8 years later, we live together happily. Planning our best lives together and can't wait for yall to see what's coming with this life I have. I'm thriving in ways I never thought I would in this life.

Oh and to mention, we’re seeing Joe Nichols Saturday together. You know since that’s how this all started in the first place.

#25 years and counting #Blue Collared Hockey Playing Country Boy #Forever To Go

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concubuck · 2 years

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Okay, you said send theories and I shall. Now the problem was I have not been reading the blog that closely until the mid-summer, so sadly I do not have an encyclopedic knowledge of the stuff that has gone on, but I have a tumblr archive, a search bar, and insomnia. I looked up when 19 weeks ago was, and it seems to be mid april exactly april 13th as of yesterday I think or today (give or take a few days). Now...it had to be someone around there so I poured over the tumblr archive, and you have ALOT of posts from April. so many. I will admit.... I was too tired to read all of them, but that week in April there was a lot of Cal interactions but there is a post about having sex with Alex on the 11th of April. I remember a "no more sex with alternates" post, but I can't remember when that was, and I can't remember if that was pre of post ever doing anything with Cal. I think it's pre since one of your June posts was about a new notch int he bedpost after going to gluttony with Cal and the self-loathing I think, so that would be too late if that was the first time for the two of them together if I am reading the timeline correctly, which I could have sworn they did stuff earlier, but early summer and spring are a blur to me. I am just basing this off of what posts I can find and who he was talking to during that time, which seemed to be mostly alternates so just gonna run down that path theorizing if it is someone we as an audience knew. I hate the fact I only started really reading everyday only in like mid-Summer. But also...it could be a rando.... I have no idea. I am a dumb bitch who needs to go to bed, but those were the most interactions I saw that week unless I missed a post in my delerium. I probably did. I am going to bed.

(("I have a tumblr search bar, an archive, and insomnia" is such a mood. Now lemme throw a bunch of fresh confounding info into your theorization!

I don't remember when exactly he decided "no more sex with alternates," HOWEVER:

- at the time, he meant "no sex with NEW alternates, but I'll keep sleeping with the ones I've already slept with"

- also he's a dumbass and slept with at least one new alternate even after making that decision.

Buck didn't go to Gluttony with Cal; he went to Gluttony with Germ (the Alastor on stagred). That's the alt he slept with after deciding "no new alts."

Buck & Cal HAVE had sex before—I think Cal is probably Buck's most frequent partner as far as non-NPCs go. The first time they had sex was in January, and it wasn't until July that Buck went "ok no I'm not sleeping with you specifically anymore" because it just kept making them both unhappy because of their respective self-esteem and identity issues.

And to mess things up even more: despite what Buck thinks (because he doesn't know shit about pregnancy, it's never been relevant to him before), how many weeks you are into a pregnancy isn't calculated from the date of conception. It's calculated from the date of the last pre-pregnancy period. This is because it's impossible to tell EXACTLY when sperm hit egg hidden somewhere deep inside a body, but it's a lot easier to keep track of what's the last day u started bleeding on ur undies. So the commonly-referenced 40 week pregnancy length really means "your baby is born around 40 weeks after ur last period," and conception actually happens a couple weeks after that date? Give or take a few days because there's a window where it could occur?

Now, Buck doesn't HAVE periods, so he can't exactly use that to calculate how far along he is or his probable conception date. But since the doctors are trying to retroactively guess how far along he is, that's what the 19 week guess really means. How far back to some hypothetical imaginary period, and conception happens some time after that.

(I actually don't have a good in-universe reason for why demons do it that way, since I headcanon that succubi don't have periods; but I do have a VERY good out-of-universe reason: because all the pregnancy charts & trackers & calendars & checklists use that system and it makes it a hell of a lot easier for me to keep track of symptoms if I don't have to remember to add/subtract a couple weeks for demons. So for the sake of convenience we're using the human pregnancy calendar!)

And on top of all that, there's no guarantee the doctors' guess is exactly right. If you don't know your last period or when you had the sex that must have produced the baby, gestational age is estimated based on the current size of the baby. (If I recall right, I think that during second trimester they measure the length of the femur?) But the farther you get into a pregnancy, the more a baby's size can vary—it might be a slow/fast grower, or it might be unusually big/small at birth. By the middle of the second trimester, guesses based on fetus size can be off by a week in either direction—sometimes more.

End result: when Buck himself starts trying to find suspects, to be safe he's gonna be casting a WIDE net; and it's going to cover most of April and May.

... And just to confuse things even more, one character who's Definitely On Buck's Suspect List won't even turn up on ur search because we are slow RPers who started the thread during Buck's "might get knocked up" window but uhhh... still haven't actually finished it or gotten around to writing the sex gjlsjfh I'm very sorry for that. I promise that other than that one outlier I'm playing fair with y'all's expectations.))

#uh oh #anonymous #ask #ooc

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