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hemmingsleclerc · 2 months

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Reader and olivia celebrating max for Father’s Day(olivia and reader making him a cake and imagining little livie make some drawings for him )😍😍 and some instagram posts

we love maxie and liv 🥲💗

summary: father's day with liv

Father's Day

It was a sunny Father's Day morning and Max woke up to the delicious aroma of breakfast wafting through the air. As he rubbed his eyes and stretched, he couldn't help but smile. Today was a special day and he had a feeling that it would be full of surprises.

As he headed to the kitchen, he was greeted by his wife, Y/N, and adorable daughter, Olivia, busy preparing something on the stove. Olivia's eyes shone with excitement when she saw her father enter the room and ran over to him ready to give him a huge hug.

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" Olivia exclaimed, her face beaming with joy.

Max smiled and leaned in to give her a hug. "Thank you, princess. What's all this?" he asked, pointing to the variety of ingredients spread out on the kitchen counter.

"We made you a special breakfast," Y/N interjected, flashing a warm smile. "Your favorite: pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice."

Max's heart filled with warmth as he watched his girls work together in the kitchen. Olivia, wearing her little apron, carefully flipped the pancakes while Y/n expertly poured the orange juice into a glass.

''Papa, go back to bed, you're supposed to have woken up later! It's a surprise breakfast in bed! Go, go''

Once everything was ready, Olivia carefully carried a tray laden with breakfast delights to her parents' room. Max couldn't help but feel a surge of love for his family. He sat on the bed as Olivia proudly presented the tray, and a decorated handmade card in her hand.

"Daddy, this is for you!" Olivia exclaimed, handing him the card.

Max opened it and found a beautiful drawing of him in his racing car, accompanied by another where it was now a drawing of him dressed as a superhero along with two more drawings on the side, they were of Olivia and Y/N made with different colored crayons (and lets not forget about the cats) next to a large phrase in capital letters that said "the best papa in the entire world"

Max, being the sensitive person that he is, ended up hugging his little girl tightly while letting a few tears escape.

"Thank you, my little angel," Max said, his voice filled with emotion. "This is the best gift ever, in fact, I'll frame it."

After saying that, little Liv's eyes shone with excitement when she saw that her dad liked her gift.

But the surprises didn't end there. Later that day, after a quiet family afternoon, Max found himself back in the kitchen, where Y/N and Olivia were talking about something.

When Max walked in, he was greeted by a chorus of "Happy Father's Day!" and the sight of a beautifully decorated cake on the table. Olivia and Y/N were proud of their creation: a vanilla cake decorated with cherries.

"You two really know how to make a guy feel special," he said, pulling his wife and daughter into a group hug.

''Daddy, before this day ends, I have one last surprise for you, wait here and close your eyes, no cheating !''

''Another one?''

Max listened to what his daughter had asked him, then he waited with his eyes closed for some sign so that he could open them, but when he did, he was not expecting that. In front of him, Liv was wearing a miniature suit exactly like his, along with a small helmet while her daughter wore it with a proud smile. ''I'm like you daddy! Do you like it?''

Max ran to pick up his daughter in his arms and spin her around in the air, laughing happily. ''It looks much better on you than it does on my sweetheart, wait, stand there, I want to take some photos of you.'' And so, Max spent the last of the day doing a photo session with his daughter in that suit that replicated his.

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maxverstappen1 Celebrating the greatest (and best) title I've ever been given, ''dad''. Thanks to this little bundle of joy who made me a father (and to my beautiful wife who created her). Happy Father's Day to all the amazing dads out there 🙌❤️

username max being a girl dad makes sm sense to me 🥲

yn.ln best father in the world! 💕

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landonorris Happy father's day dad! answer my calls :(

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yn.ln Happy Father's Day to this incredible man who lights up our world with so so much love and joy! Here's to you, my love, on this special day, we love you so very much- liv and y/n 💗💗💗💗

oscarpiastri mom, dad is not responding my messages congratulating him, say something to him.....

maxverstappen1 love you ❤️

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username pls adopt me y/n, I'll be the pet if u want

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ghouljams · 7 months

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I finished the medieval Ghost drawing and I drew what I imagined the Royal Crest to look like. The chainmail wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Fun to draw 10/10 would recommend.

Let's fucking goooo, that's my MAN!!! I could stare at this for fucking hours, I'm going to stare at it for hours, thank you. Also the crest?? The Crest???? So good.

God!!! The hand on the leg(too far up to be proper I see u Ghost) and the way he's sort of bowing to her like I can feel the emotion in my teeth I want to eat this. Have some fic.

"You're wearing your helm," you keep your voice low, hardly moving your head to speak to the knight behind you. This is one of those tedious things you have to do sometimes. You stand with your seated parents as they hear the people's complaints, and try not to think about how you would handle things. You're supposed to be pretty, not smart. Although you are smart, and you do have ideas, you're expected to keep them to yourself.

"Didn't want to show you up," Ghost jokes, voice as monotone as ever. You smile a little to yourself.

"If you're so much prettier than me, you can take over being the show pony," you joke back.

"And rob the kingdom of seeing you all dressed up? Wouldn't dream of it," you can hear the slight chuckle in his voice, it's a comfort. Having Ghost nearby is always a comfort. He has such a way of calming you, keeping you from pulling to far into yourself. He treats you like a person, not a princess, when you need him to.

"I'd quite enjoy seeing you in a dress, something to emphasize your waist maybe?" Although finding something to fit his broad shoulders might be a bit more tricky. All that swinging a sword around has certainly built him a nice physique. It's silly, but the thought makes your placid princess smile a little more genuine.

"What do you know about my waist?" He asks, you can still hear his amusement in his tone. That's good, you'd hate to offend him.

"Only what I've seen of it," you hum.

"Sneaking peaks are we?" He clicks his tongue and the sound reverberates through your bones, you feel it like he's physically touched you the way it slides down your spine, "Naughty girl."

You tell yourself he's only joking, but that doesn't dull your reaction. Heat blooms over your cheeks, you swallow the feeling that wells in your chest, and wet your lips. Does he know he can take you apart with just those two words? That the depth in his tone, the growl in his voice, makes you want to melt where you stand?

You turn to tell him you absolutely were not sneaking peaks, and that even if you did happen to it would only have been while you were on the road together. Which you hardly think counts considering there's hardly any privacy when camping anyway. You catch your mother's glare at the first twitch from you. You keep your eyes forward and do your best not to pout.

"If you stand there nice and pretty like a good girl I'll tell you why I'm wearing my helm," Ghost never whispers, but he speaks so that his voice doesn't carry. You watch your mother for any sign that she's listening, and she hardly bats an eye. You suppose you're both far enough back, and her attention is far enough forward, to grant you some level of privacy. You give the barest hint of a nod for your knight, and he lets out a breath.

"Good," Maybe one word is all he needs, you like the way he says it, the way it brushes over your skin. He's quiet for a long while. Two people get up to air their grievances before he speaks again. It's long enough that you almost want to ask, to jog his memory. If you didn't know better you might squirm.

"Wanted to make sure I wasn't caught staring," He tells you finally.

"What are you looking at?" You smile to hide the quick twitch in your brows. It's not like Ghost to be distracted doing his duties, you wonder what-

"You're clever, what do you think I'm looking at?" His voice is so thick you wonder how he was able to speak at all. You take stock of the room, the throng of people and servants. His eyes should be everywhere, there's only one place they truly shouldn't be. On you.

You can feel them, the weight of his gaze as it travels over you. You can feel where it settles: your waist, your hips, your chest, your neck, your lips. You let out a breath and know his eyes have settled on the movement of it. How are you supposed to survive the rest of this interminable function with his eyes on you like this?

"I am clever aren't I," You tell him, knowing the way he hums in assent will do nothing to stop the heat that follows his gaze.

"You are."

It's strange how you can have so many eyes on you and never feel their pressure, but knowing your knight is watching makes you almost self conscious. You can feel every brush of your skirt, every shift in your posture that your breath brings, every little twitch in your body magnified under Ghost's watchful eye. You haven't wanted to fidget since you were a child, and yet here you are. Your skin crawling, your bones begging to move, if for no other reason than to give Ghost something to look at, some reason to watch you.

Suddenly you're not standing for your parents, or out of duty to your position, you're standing for him. And that's so much different isn't it? You can't move, can't directly speak to Ghost, and though your fingers ache to touch him neither of you would dare. What pleasure does he get from this?

More so, how is it so pleasant for you?

You wonder if he looks at you often, if he likes what he sees. You wonder if he has favorite dresses, favorite jewelry, if he ever hopes you'll wear something again. You wonder if he has favorite parts of you, if he likes your eyes as much as you like his, if he thinks about your hands as often as you do his. You hope he does. You hope he looks at you and thinks of you sweetly.

It's all either of you gets.

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hd1u · 8 months

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My Bowser x reader ideas:

Bowser seeking refuge in your kingdom after he escapes Princess Peach's imprisonment.

Princess Peach using you as Bowser bait cause she's sick of being kidnapped n shit (you're totally into it, tho).

Princess Peach x reader x Bowser? I've literally got nothing else cuz I've had Bowser brainrot for a few months now, but omg..... 🫣

This is probably the one I like the most, and the one I've put the most thought into (under cut):

While Bowser is still in Princess Peach's captivity, you wander around his kingdom just cause you think it's cool and like, who's gonna stop you anywayz?

Eventually Kamek and the rest of the Koopa Troop notice you, but they don't really care because they're too busy trying to figure out how to aid Bowser in his escape, along with running the kingdom without him (I'd imagine that mostly lies on Kamek).

You figure hey, you dig this place, and you're bored as hell. Why don't you just become the new ruler for a little while? And that's what you propose to them.

They decide to entertain you, knowing that a random little human isn't gonna be able to do much harm anyway. They don't expect it to go much farther than being an inside joke, but they're surprised when they find out that they actually... Like you? And you're kind of good at this? And it's kind of nice to not have a huge fire-breathing beast with anger issues over their shoulders all the time??? Kamek is also enjoying his much needed break, so it just ends up not being a joke anymore. You're just their ruler now, and they're chill with it.

Anyway, when Bowser inevitably gets out, drama ensues, and it's kind of like a weird custody battle. Reader and him start off on a really bad foot, and they consider each other enemies at first. The only thing that stops Bowser from murking you on the spot is Kamek (lucky, lucky you!), and it is very physical. We're talking movie Bowser here so, he doesn't really care about what's best for his kingdom or what they want fr.

Anyway, a lot of the Koopa Troop really, really like you, but they are also loyal to their king, and let's be real: some of the troop could probably go without Bowser, but that simply isn't allowed. So, you guys basically have to co-parent the troop, even though you hate each other. They even pick a favorite "parent," lol.

Obviously the relationship will escalate to more of a romantic one once you guys really get to talking and interacting or whateva... and yeah.

There's still a lot for me to figure out like, where does this reader even come from? What draws them to the Koopa Kingdom? Do the Koopa Troop aid Bowser in his escape, or do they get carried away with you being their ruler and he ends up having to escape himself?

Lots for me to think about, and lots of plot holes to fill... but I wanted to know what you guys think of this. Is it something you'd be interested in reading? Does anything already seem inaccurate our OOC?

Oh and btw, if you wanna use some of these ideas in your own works, I don't care!!! Go crazy with it! I'm not necessarily new to writing fanfiction, but I've never been particularly good at it so... if I never end up writing these ideas into real stories, I really don't want them to go to waste! I'm going to try my best, but y'know... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think it'd be fun to see others takes on these prompts anyway.

I really love Bowser, and there is not enough x reader fanfiction to satisfy me. I just had to post something... I'm going crazy!!!!!!!!! Feral, even! Help me!! 😩

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #super mario bros movie #smb movie #smb #mario movie #bowser fanfiction #super mario x reader #king bowser #bowser x you #super mario movie x reader #tryin to find my ppl 😤#my writing

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haenypages · 1 year

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A Heart Of Steel

Assassin! Lucerys Velaryon x Targaryen! Reader

Summary: Before the incident, Lucerys and the youngest daughter of Viserys & Alicent were secretly dating. Now he has come to seek revenge upon her, thinking she was the cause of his near death.

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: blood, fluff, angst, minor spoilers of Aegon & Aemond in S2 based on the book

Reader's POV

It was all a misunderstanding. I did not expose nor betray Lucerys' location to Aemond. I have no notion of how he ended up alive and the fact that he joined an assassin guild to learn the ways of killing just to take avenge for himself.

I wept for him everyday thinking that he was dead in the hands of my brother, or rather his dragon until this very moment, after nearly one year in which The Dance of the Dragons has entered into an intense stage.

This is definitely not the Lucerys Velaryon I've known. The sweet dragon prince as if straight out of the folk tales was gone. It was the hour of the wolf. I'm heading back to my bedchamber in the Red Keep when I saw a figure in a shadowy corner, another figure that I reckoned a sentinel lying on the bloodstained floor, motionless. Dead.

The hooded figure slowly approached from the shadow and abruptly I gaped in disbelief, not trusting the face I saw under the hood. "Luke." I whispered, knowing him from his scent and form although his gait has changed from stiff to seemingly nonchalant.

I wanted to run to him, embrace him until I saw a glint of iron in one hand and an impassive face. "What are you doing here?" I involuntarily backed a step. Silence. No response. His slow creeping started to turn into a walk. That's when my mind tells me to flee, so I did what it's told.

"I'm going to kill you, dārilaros (princess)!" he said without preamble. He ran after me. "What why- I don't understand!" Panting heavily, trying to find anyone in the hallway for help while trying to further the gap between Luke. "You knew exactly why! You'd told Aemond that I'm at Storm's End."

Luke acquired a throwing knife from the inside of his boots. It whistled past me, making a gash at my arm, blood trickled from it. I resorted to yelling since there was no one I could see, my sprint slowed gradually and he was increasing.

He's closing our gap! I'm about to veer around another corridor until I feel a hand clasping around my wrist firmly and another clamping over my mouth. My screams were muffled. Without thinking, I bit into the hand that covers my mouth, drawing droplets of blood.

The hand let go, the dagger releasing an audible clunk when it hits the stone floor. Lucerys hissed in frustration. The sound has drawn its attention. Voices! Footsteps! Someone is coming this way!

"HEL-" Lucerys pushed me against the wall, causing me a concussion before I could fully utter the words. Stars were forming. My head, shoulders, and back were in agony. The knife was back in his hands and immediately at my throat, drawing a thin line of blood. I struggled feebly in his grip, feeling helpless. "Please Luke, this is a mistake." I looked into his eyes one last time before the world around me went black.

Luke's POV

She slumped into me after she passed out. I carried the unconscious y/n away with me before the night patrol could investigate what had happened. For the present, they had interrupted my attempt at assassination. I searched for her chamber that we had our fun times together in the past. Seven be damned! Stop dwelling on those memories!

Winding through the familiar corridors, I finally found the quarter I am looking for. I unlatched the door with my nimble fingers, hinges creaking. After I was certain that the door was shut securely, I placed her on the bed. Binding her wrists together at one of the bedposts with hempen ropes and gagging her mouth.

I have made the decision of interrogating her when she's awake, giving her a chance. My current self may be ruthless, but there is still a tidbit of kindness in me that has been cultivated by my family, the family that thought I was dead and mourned for me.

I went to her bookshelf straight away, knowing well this is where her mind often wanders into, as well as mine. She was always intrigued by the stories of the dragonlords of Valyria before the Doom.

She once requested that I read to her more frequently from books and scrolls because she enjoys my Valyrian accent, therefore I did mostly each day just to lull her to sleep with my soothing voice. Unfortunately, that is not happening again. She broke my heart.

I skimmed through the pages, missing the smell of papers and inks. Books are barely seen in the assassin guild since weapons were the only thing we would require. After some more skimming, the groaning from the bed eventually distracted my attention. Immediately, I put the book down on the table. Walking towards her, dagger poised.

She slowly opened her eyes, examining the wounds on her throat and arm as she attempted to break free of the binding before her eyes landed upon mine. For a moment she froze like a frightened animal. My tutor taught me not to trust anyone. Told me that expressions could be a farce for sympathy. So I did not fall for that. But her feelings somehow look true to me.

"Good, you're awake. And no screaming." I took the gag off her and then sat down on the bed beside her. Knife dangerously close to her cheeks, then tracing her cheekbones with an air of disinterest as possible. She gulped.

"So tell me, how does Aemond know of my whereabouts? You're the only Green who knew I'm heading for Storm's End trying to make an alliance on my mother's behalf." I intoned, eyebrows furrowed. She began stammering for a second and eventually calmed down a little. "It was Aemond. Before I had the opportunity to take the parchment from the raven, he took it first." I frowned at her, she averted her gaze, looking at her lap and fidgeting with her fingers. "I should have locked the door. I never thought he'd sneak into my room. I'm so sorry." My heart softened without my mind's consent.

I am still hesitating about the things she confessed to me. It was just words. How could I trust mere words? At the mention of Aemond, my uncertainty was briefly replaced by an inevitable rage. I'd heard that he's come back from the raids at the Riverlands to continue his rule as regent. It was said that after the battle of Rook's Rest, following Aegon's disappearance, Aemond was named as regent of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I'll deal with you later when I finish that kinslayer." I announced, walking to the door. At the same time, I unsheathed the sword at my hip, checking the sharpness. I nodded with satisfaction.

"You can't just leave me here being tied up! You can't find Aemond without my guidance anyways." She pleaded. I stopped abruptly, knowing it was true. I needed her guidance to seek Aemond before dawn. I rolled my eyes and went back to her, loosened the ropes to the bedpost, and gripped both of her wrists, pushing her along as a signal to stride in front of me. Then we were out of the chamber.

Reader's POV

Whenever I walked slowly, Lucerys would thrust the tip of his blade into my back. I winced, not believing he would truly do this to me. I did not hesitate to go to the throne room first. Aemond may be sleeping in his bedchamber at this hour, but he's infatuated with the Iron Throne lately. Luke would stay alert and call for a halt to hide whenever he senses someone was around.

I led him down a series of spiral stairs, out of the holdfast, through a bridge, walking by courtyards, and eventually reaching the building in which the throne room was situated. "There's two sentinels in there guarding the hallway, I hope you're ready." I turned to look at him, expecting to see an anxious face. But instead, he looks prepared for the upcoming predicament. The doors were ajar so we sneaked into it.

Before the guards could take out their swords from the scabbards, Luke hurled a throwing knife into one of them. Hitting him in the ribs. The other one rushed to Luke, their blades collided together making sparks. After a few more exchanges, Luke found a chink in his armour and strike hard and fast. The guard collapsed.

"What is all the commotion?" The double doors to the throne room flew open, revealing my uncle Gwayne Hightower and the other kingsguards. How can Lucerys defeat them! He's doomed. "Uncle!" Walking to him but Lucerys pulled me back, placing me right in front of him while the sword he was holding raised to my throat defensively making me his hostage. Swords were drawn out.

"Sheathe the steel or I'll kill her." Luke said. They all gave each other apprehensive glances before taking a few steps back. But not my uncle who stood at the doorway. "Ah, aren't you Rhaenyra's boy? This is hardly an act of reverence for the princess, lad." The two of them stare intensely at each other until Luke breaks the staring contest. "It would please me if I could see the regent." For my sake, my uncle moved from his spot at the doorway and led us into the room with a high ceiling.

Luke's POV

Aemond was sitting upon the throne, legs dangled from one of its arms. A few of the council members were there discussing important matters with him. The discussion stopped when we arrived. My presence seemed to leave Aemond totally dumbstruck. Good.

"Nephew, did the Seven send you back to me? You should put that pointy thing away from my sister by the way." y/n casted me a side eye. Aemond grinned a mirthless grin, there was no true joy in it. "The gods have sent me back for vengeance, uncle." I said with an emotionless mien. "Ah yes, I hope the skills you've been honing were worthy of a vengeance. How can I assist you, my dear nephew?" Obviously teasing about my skills in arms.

"I demand a court of swords. A fight to the death." Everybody in the room tensed. "What." Aemond's face twitched. y/n shifted in my grasp uncomfortably. "You and me. No one else. If I kill you, you'll die. If you kill me, you'll get y/n." Making my point clear. Aemond stood up from his seat and started pacing back and forth, pretending to be considering my request. He stopped his pacing. "Deal." His head snapped to me, giving me a murderous look.

While he slowly walks down from the dais, away from his precious throne, one of the kingsguard escorted y/n away from me. She gave me a tight squeeze of my hand before I let go of her wrists, unsure what it meant. Good luck? Aemond is too good for you? The others walked away from the center, making space for the fight. We came face to face at the center, staring at each other from opposite sides.

"Any last words?" The regent chuckled. "Go to seven hells." I replied. I heard y/n coughed. Within a dozen heartbeats, Aemond's sword came down from above. I blocked the overhead strike that will likely deeply injure me if I didn't deflect it. After a series of attacks, Aemond scowled. Not expecting that I'm still standing. Smiling, a new surge of energy coursed through my body. I fight my way for vengeance.

Reader's POV

I stand in one corner, witnessing the scene unfolding before me. One is my brother. One is my lover. I didn't want to lose either of them. Lucerys seems to be under control, attacking and counterattacking the whole time. He suddenly slipped into Aemond's guard and a thin line formed at my brother's thigh. Blood dripped from it.

Brother looked up from his injured thigh and started bombarding a whirlwind of attacks toward Luke. Anger rose within him. Luke tried to parry all the blows but one had slashed him across his shoulder, causing him to stagger. Aemond continued his furious assaults without giving Luke a moment of respite. I can see the energy that seems to course through him was gradually seeping away.

Before he can regain his previous confidence, Aemond sliced another cut at his sword arm. He swung his sword desperately at Aemond, trying to do some damage to my brother to no avail. His sword arm was injured. He can't fight. He's faltering. I need to do something.

My brother raised his sword, ready to strike diagonally at Luke. For a second, Luke gripped his sword two-handed, trying to heft it. It lifted, but I know that it won't make it in time to deflect the upcoming blow. I am aware of the amount of force Aemond is building up for that specific attack.

Before the sword landed upon Luke, I hurtled myself towards the fighting ground. I heard my uncle yelling. And then the kingsguards and councilors. My back facing Aemond, the blade came down from above and slashed a long cut across my back. I dropped to one knee and yelped.

Three wounds in one night. Given by two people I love. The boys' eyes widened at the sight. The fighting ceased, Aemond was transfixed by the affliction he caused upon me. "Please, I beg both of you to end this feud." I said. Elsewhere I heard my uncle ordering someone to summon a maester.

The once sweet boy came to me, swords trailing behind him. He dropped to the floor beside me, putting his sword down and arms wrapping around me. "Why?" He said, his eyes brimming with tears, but he forced it not to pour out. "Se ra gaoman syt jorrāelagon (The things I do for love)" I beamed weakly.

Then tears fell from his face, dropping into mine. He pressed his forehead against mine. His curly hair prickled me, but I didn't care much about that. I miss his hugs. I can feel the wetness soaking my back. I can get a whiff of the metallic tang of blood. I am exhausted. I fell asleep in the arms of Lucerys Velaryon.

Epilogue (Reader's POV)

I opened my eyes groggily, looking around my bedchamber. Sunlight filtered through the window filling the room with warmth. Luke sat on the bed. I used my elbow to raise myself into a sitting position, he gave me some assistance. I can feel the bandages wrapped around my torso, probably done by the maester.

We stared at each other for a long moment before he smiled. He smiled! Such a wondrous thing! After that, he gave me a gentle peck on the lips, which I did not expect. A faint blush materialized on my cheeks and he indulged in that.

He told me of Arrax's sacrifice, how he was rescued by a fisher family from the shore, his life after he joined the assassin guild, and how he didn't reacquaint himself with his family and watched them from afar whenever he was at Dragonstone. He does love his family. I listened to him intently.

He told me that he would leave me soon, that this is no place for an assassin. "We could fake my death. I want to be with you, away from war and court intrigues. Kill me." I demanded. Lucerys smirked.

#lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon x y/n #lucerys velaryon #hotd fic #hotd x reader #lucerys velaryon one shot #hotd one shot #lucerys velaryon imagine

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rhyme-is-sublime · 2 years

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Okay. So- I've been reading a lot of Batman X Danny Phantom stuff on this site lately, and I came across a short post that included Batman finding Phantom's grave(it was a corpse au) and mentally comparing Danny to Ace. A girl who wanted to be a child yet who was too powerful and ended up dying with our resident Batdad sitting next to her up until her last moments in a fake world she made for herself in a bid for happiness. (I might be wrong about Ace's personality or motivations cuz I only rly remember Ace because of how she died, so plz bear with me if I'm wrong)

Now, a thing about Ace is that when she died, she was wearing a black/white leotard with a single clover suit on one side. And I've discovered that the Ace of Spades can depressingly enough be represented as death and bad luck.

And so(here's where the DP comes in), I'm introducing a ghost called:

Spade ♤

For her appearance I'm thinking white porcelain like skin for how delicate she felt in her final moments. Maybe inked details all across her like tattoos or like how fancy playing cards have to show how who she WAS wasn't entirely up to her to decide. Her white bobcut hair looks like it was shattered/cut off a larger part and is able to cut those who aren't careful enough, and that there's a crack across the top of her head to showcase as a deathmark that she died from a fatal migraine(maybe?). (The crack doubles as her hairline-) Her eyes being the same rings of yellow and orange(or maybe whatever their inverse counterparts are...) that appeared when she used her powers, but with her black pinprick eyes at the centers. Her actual FACE I'm thinking her eye lashes, lips and eyebrows look painted on in black ink. Cuz, come on. If Danny can hav black eyebrows as Phantom, so can Spade-

Outfit wise, I kinda want to put her in a reverse colored leotard and call it a day, but I ALSO wanna add onto that. Because the thing about her last moments is that Batsy carried her body out of the park where she was staying in her fantasy land in a princess carry, so I'm imagining her in a fancy dress/leotard amalgamation cuz that princess carry might've the last comfort she might've received before her body got buried(or smth along those lines). If this post gets popular, I want art of that leotard/dress amalgamation with playing cards detailing cuz while I draw, I already know I'd butcher the idea 😅

DP plot could just be Danny transversing the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms for one reason or another and coming across this mad hatter, Alice in Wonderland type lair/area(think the world Ace made Gotham into) where after stumbling through everything in it, he just meets this black and white ghost girl sitting on a isolated swing set. There's only two seats on it, and she's just swinging back and forth on one of them. Danny must figure she's waiting on company and maybe just watches for a while. She'd look just like a statue if not for the fact that she just keeps swinging, and swinging, and swinging, and Danny's getting the idea that this is just another lonely ghost in the zone. Peaceful, and wants to be left alone, but maybe could use a friend. So, Danny sits next to her on the other swing.

Tdlr; Spade and Danny become friends after he stumbles across her lair and started showing her other parts of the zone.

Spade's closest friends are Princess Dora, Youngblood, Klempter, Danielle, and other ghosts among her mental age. But of course, she considers her best friend to be the black and white Phantom who got her out of her lair and living a better afterlife. She wants to pay him back, and sees how badly his afterlife has been treating him (wait- he's not entirely dead?) Scratch that, she wants her friend to live the rest of his half-life as happily as possible. She, personally, is happier in death than in her life, but she doesn't want his remaining life to suck, and who better to introduce him to than the man who made her last moments bearable? Or... should she say the Bat who made it bearable >:3c

Dadadada~! We've arrived at the DC plot!

So, Spade being a frickin overpowered ghost(cuz if she wasn't overpowered enough as a human, you can BET that she's OP as hell after getting ghostly) cows all Danny's usual rogues gallery into leaving his haunt alone until she can get done introducing him to someone who was her father-figure for all of however long he sat with her before she unalived. Danny as Phantom is going along with it cuz why not, free vacation! Sam & Tucker were skeptical, but they can't fault Spade for wanting to introduce her new friend to her old life(?).

The DC timeline is messy, and I only know about Ace because of Justice League Unlimited. The show which has NONE of Batman's sidekicks in it cuz Nightwing was getting enough screen time in Teen Titans. And idk how long Spade spent along in Time Is Weird Here, Infinite Realms, but I rly want her to meet the Batfam and hav this rly heartwarming reunion after Oracle tells Batsy about a disturbance near this one swing-set where reality's getting kinda weird and he just KNOWS-

He knows he's gotten a second chance, and if that means getting blindsided by the fact he and the batfam are highly likely to become an Infinite Realms ghost cuz of the highentened levels of ectoplasm from his new/old child's visits, then so be it. The fact that Phantom's still living under his ghost hunter parents roof actually makes it easier to file for custody if it comes down to it...

(Idk Ace's character & DC's plot enough to flesh out an obsession for Spade that fits with all the other nonsense I've just spat out. If someone wants to try and puzzle smth out, I'll be grateful for the opportunity to read it. This has heavy ship potential, but I'm no writer so I've just put Spade and Danny as friends. But if there's gonna be a name, I wanna try for Mad Ghost, Ghost Hatter, Phantom Card or smth along those lines. For my first dp x dc prompt I've ever written, I'm just hoping Ace as a character gets a little more love as a dead DC character, cuz that shiz made me cry when I first watched it ages ago- XD)

#dp x dc #danny phantom #long post #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #long prompt #typing on my phone #angst #rambles

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teejaystumbles · 1 year

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WIP game

tagged by @landwriter , thanks!! <3

rules: list your WIPs and describe them

Flatter the Mountain Tops - my beloved dragon AU! It started as a wild idea on the Discord friend server where dragons were trending LOL and when I started writing it it turned into something at least twice as long as originally intended (like my fics often do because I have a wild idea and run with it and then... I start to want to get things right, background, landmarks and maps in my head, possible historical or canon references, fucking medieval music and swear words, DRAGON SEX ANATOMY and... STUFF O.O - and sooner than later I am in long-fic hell. Again.) It's about finding - and accepting - love and finding the heart to accept the other's differences, also learning to accept your own faults and overcoming them without losing yourself. I've never had therapy but I'm kinda trying to treat myself here LOL. If it's no good in the eyes of a therapist, well. I write it for myself first and foremost. I have a clear outline and even chapter number already figured out, now writing the second half of it is the only thing that remains. @amielot has been a blessing with their art for my dragons and I couldn't hope for a better incentive. <3

A Friendly Heart - my Last Unicorn AU that is on ice at the moment because I'm writing the dragons. I am a bit stuck in the depth of describing detailed events in this, and while I know where it's supposed to go, I haven't figured out all the details in the middle yet. I hope to return to it once the dragons are done. :)

Go Forth - This is just a collection of ideas I am assembling at the moment. It may never be a written fic, I want to draw a lot for this, so maybe it'll only ever be a handful of illustrations, but in my mind they are connected by the following idea: Dream is stuck in the depths of the Dreaming, either self-inflicted or through some event I haven't decided on, and Hob tries to find and help him. He has to traverse the Dreaming or rather, the dreamscapes Dream is hiding in, which turn out to be fairytales, mostly. Cast in a role, he has to figure out how to carry on through the story, find Dream and hope to wake him. It doesn't work well the first times and Hob is lost in the narrative that Dream unconsciously controls. With time he begins to realize what Dream is actually looking or hoping for in these stories... I'll share a few WIP drawings with you, as a treat! :3

I could also call this one a part of it, I'll probably use it for something or other where Hob gets the princess role LOL

I'm not tagging anyone because I can't keep track of who has already done this (multiple times like me), any of my mutuals who haven't done this in a while, feel free to share some stuff about your WIPs!!

#ask game #wip game #fanfiction #dreamling #own writing #teejay writes #own art #teejaystumbles

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gladumf · 3 months

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hey! not necessarily an ask, but just an appreciation post of sorts! i haven’t had the time to read all of your fics quite yet but i wanted to just say that i adore your writing!!! stay with me, my darling was the first of yours i read and i always just Remember It Suddenly when im in the midst of writing—like, i aspire to capture emotion to an extent as great as i’ve seen in your works & i am so looking forward to when i have the time to read more!! i see as you wish updating and it seems like such a banger story 🙏🙏 NOT TO MENTION THE DRAWINGS YOU MAKE!! OMG!! thank you for your fanworks they’re fantastic

[Day 37]

thank you!!! I didn't answer this ask at first cause I enjoyed seeing it in my inbox, it gave me a delightful little boost every time I looked at it :]

I'm so glad that my fics have had an impact on you, I wrote “stay with me, my darling” after a super long day and I was so tired and frustrated and so I wrote the most gut wrenching angst and hurt/comfort I could akfnsknskanzka emotional fics are some of my favorite to write, the words just flow so much easier

as for “as you wish”, it's been so much fun to write! it's been a while since I've written a longer work, and it's definitely been difficult seeing something I've put so much time into get less hits (most likely due to its incomplete status), but it's worth it for all of the lovely people who have been leaving comments!! you guys are the best and the princess bride au absolutely would not have happened to this extent if it weren't for y'all

and the drawings!! I have so much fun making those, even looking back now to the beginning of the year, I can already see progress and it's very exciting! once again, thank you to the lovely people who reblog all of my art, you are carrying me on your shoulders and making me so happy

thank you so much for this ask!! it means a ton!! thanks for reading my fics and interacting with my posts as well, I really really appreciate it!

#gladumf rambles #gladumf answers #my writing

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theorangerangers · 7 months

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Karone for the Treat trick or treat Ranger writing? So I'm not alone in putting out new Karone stuff? *eyes fic I haven't updated in weeks that I will DEFINITELY get to, once I've actually stopped and discussed some things with my therapist*

Look I got a little carried away but this also isn’t proof read and was also written while I was watched Scooby-Doo with my roommates so it might be a bit weird at certain parts

“Yes, well everyone can dress up but just kids go trick or treating which is the candy collecting part. And it’s not really extortion; most families do something to make it clear whether or not they want kids to come and knock on their door, and kids for the most part respect it” Cassie explained.

“And those who don’t tend to throw eggs at the houses that don’t give candy,” Ashley said.

Karone cocked an eyebrow not quite sure how collecting candy under threat of vandalism was much better.

“So we can’t get candy?” Zhane pouted.

“Well we can probably get some at the party since most people have bowls just out during most of the Halloween parties I’ve been to if no one’s planning to be trick or treating,” Ashley said.

“Sweet,” Zhane joked.

Karone put on the jacket looking at the odd outfit Cassie had assembled for her. “And what monster exactly am I supposed to be?”

“Oh you’re not a monster, you, me, TJ, and Justin technically have matching costumes we’re superheroes from that show Justin likes we’re going to take some pictures with Justin and then you and me are going to the party and TJ is taking Justin trick or treating, until 10 and then drop him off at home and meet up with us for the after party”

“This outfit doesn’t seem practical for fighting crime,” Karone said, eyeing her heels and fishnets.

“Trust me, there’s a lot worse outfits and Black canary’s a pretty cool hero,” Ashley said, adjusting her petticoat before letting the rest of the layers for her bell dress fall into place.

“And why aren’t you in this outfit instead? You’re the one who actually was on a team with Justin?” Karone asked checking herself out in the outfit.

“I’m not blonde and black canary’s blonde,” Ashley explained.

“Zhane’s blonde,” Karone pointed out.

“Yeah but we’re matching as Bell and Adam from the beauty and the beast,” Ashley said, sticking another patch of fake fur to Zhane’s face. Ashley hesitated for a moment, “Besides we’re trying to get him to warm up to you since he didn’t see you a lot outside of the whole Princess Astronema thing,” not mentioning the moment Justin found out he called Tommy and Kat about 20 times each as the best judges he could come up with for actually being reformed and evil doer faking it.

“I scare him don’t I?” Karone asked.

“No…” Cassie said, looking at Ashley for backup.

“It does make him kind of nervous to have a former enemy living under the same roof as us. But he was a ranger. He's as brave as any of us, probably braver considering how young he was at the time.” Ashley continued.

“It’s a show of good faith, you’re willing to look a bit silly and have some pictures taken with him dressed as a member of the Arrow Fam without overstepping anything like having you go with him trick or treating,” Cassie said.

“Does he know I’m only going to be taking pictures or does he think I’m coming with him and TJ?” Karone asked.

“I think so, why?” Ashley asked.

“He seemed oddly excited this morning just to be taking some pictures together,”

“Well Halloween only comes once a year,” Cassie says.

“Hm…” Karone hummed.

Cassie pulled on her mask to see her Thea Queen costume had come together quite well. “Come on the sooner we take the pictures the sooner we can head out,”

—

A green blur slammed into Cassie, Karone was prepared to draw a weapon before she realized it was Justin who was hugging Cassie.

“Hey Justin, long time no see,” Cassie said, hugging him back. She noted he was dressed head to toe in green with a fake bow on his back.

“Yeah! Are you and karone excited to come to Trick or treating me and TJ? We’re going to visit every single house in town!” Justin was practically shaking from excitement.

Cassie hesitated looking uncomfortably at Karone, not sure how to break the news “oh Justin…”

“I would be honored to help you in your goal, but I think Cassie had other plans after we took the photos,” karone said.

“Oh, alright,” Justin said, trying to hide his disappointment. “I thought that, never mind…”

TJ cut in “if you want to go with Cassie—“

“I’m going to stay with Justin, if you want to go with Justin I don’t mind,” Karone told TJ firmly.

“I did say I was going to take him,” everyone could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“TJ, if you don’t want to take me, it’s fine.” Justin said now looking at his feet. “All of you can go now if you want, I’m fine really, I’m old enough to trick or treat by myself,”

“Justin…” TJ started not sure how to defuse the situation. If he was totally honest he would have preferred to go to the party.

“You can go TJ!” Justin said, walking away from the table in the juice bar. He walked out the door and sat on a bench outside.

Justin felt a hand on his shoulder. “TJ of you don’t want to take me—“

“I’m not TJ,” Karone cut him off.

“Oh, sorry about that, you didn’t agree to come yourself Cassie just said she was bringing you with her and I thought that she was coming with me,” Justin half heartedly explained.

“No, but I do want to come, if you’ll have me,” she hesitates before sitting down next to him trying not to do anything that could be taken as a threat.

“I’m not scared of you by the way,” Justin says.

“Yeah seeing you in person I can see that,” Karone said, trying to hide her own relief at this.

“I heard you didn’t get to be a kid much while you were busy being evil or whatever they did to you while you were working for the dark specter, I thought you might like, this, Halloween, hanging out, dressing up kinda silly like comic book characters,” the boy shrugged.

Karone had a lot of practice not crying while in pain but almost none at holding in tears in the face of whatever emotion she couldn’t name bubbling up inside right now. She quickly blinked her eyes, doing her best to prevent any moisture in her eyes from making itself known. “That’s very sweet Justin. But what about yourself?”

“What about me?”

“What did you want?” Karone asked.

“I guess I just wanted to be with my teammates again, I don’t really fit in with kids my age or kids in general. They all seem so happy and carefree and then after everything I saw as a ranger, I guess, I’m just not…,”

“Not what?”

“I don’t really feel like I’m a kid anymore, I know physically I still am but it doesn’t feel like it,”

“I know that feeling,” Karone said, nodding. “I know what it feels like when one moment you were a kid and the next you’re not a kid anymore but you’re not really an adult or anything else anymore either,”

“I wanted you and me to have a happy Halloween Karone,” Justin said. “I’m really sorry for bringing the mood down like this,”

Karone wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into a side hug. “I don’t mind, besides I thought you wanted to see every house in town?”

“You don’t have to come come if you don’t want to,”

“Justin, you don’t deserve your teammates and other fellow rangers leaving you behind like this,”

“I know, but it’s happening anyway. You didn’t deserve the stuff they did to make you evil either,”

“I know but it happened anyway, so let’s go trick or treating, and take some pictures in our costumes, eat some candy, and have a happy Halloween?”

Justin returns her side hug. “Yeah let’s have a happy Halloween,”

#power rangers #karone #justin stewart #I’ll probably put this on ao3 in a few days

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bridgertonbabe · 2 years

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obviously everyone’s stuck in a royal brainrot this week and i saw this old clip of kate middleton and princess charlotte at the jubilee this summer comforting mia tindall where she was looking quite bored (as one would expect an 8 year old would be in those events). in the royals au, i can see royal events getting tiresome for princess charlotte bridgerton and princess violet ii and princess sophie doing their best to keep her energy up as her parents do their main royal duties at the events.

I've been watching a bunch of videos of the royal kids and was greatly enjoying this one from the jubilee pageant where the Cambridge and Tindall kids are just messing about, growing restless, and loving life. Without a doubt I can see the whole Bridgerton royal family watching a pageant - a pageant which perhaps is lasting far longer than anyone had anticipated.

Princess Violet groaned as she buried her head in her mother's lap. "Mummy, when will it be over?" the three year old grumbled into Sophie's skirt.

"Just a little longer, sweetheart." Sophie replied in the breezy manner she had been maintaining for the last three hours, desperate to keep her calm in spite of the growing restlessness not just from her youngest but from her sons, as well as her nieces and nephews.

"But you said that ages ago!" William huffed beside her and slumping further down in his seat.

"Darling, please sit up straight." Sophie requested in as encouraging a voice as possible.

"But I'm so BORED!" William yelped out, drawing attention from those close around him and slumping even further down in his seat to the point where his back was flat against the cushion with only his head visible to the rolling cameras pointed in their direction.

"William, darling." Sophie bit out sternly through gritted teeth whilst keeping her face composed. "Sit. Up. Now."

William instead let out a playful little roar and remained in his funny little position much to his mother's chagrin.

"Don't worry, Aunt Sophie!" Amanda grinned after sticking her head out from the row behind them. "I've got him!"

Amanda then stretched over the chair William was on, reaching down, her hair falling down over both her and William's faces and then she hauled him up from his armpits until he was sat upright once more. Having received such attention from his cousin, William was now laughing and twisted around in his seat to chat with Amanda, who began ruffling his curly hair.

Relieved that one child was now occupied, Sophie let out a sigh as she glanced down to where her little princess was still face down in her lap. She knew it was going to be a longer day for Violet and had insisted on her little girl having an early afternoon nap to prepare herself for the afternoon that was bound to drag out, but even in spite of that she was fed up with the ongoing procession.

Sophie looked a few seats down where her husband was sat. While William and Alexander were still in their seats, Charlie had hopped to the row behind with Miles to hang out with David, and in his seat Carrie was now sat, being the only child genuinely interested by the pageant as her Uncle Benedict helped point out different floats and performers as they passed by. Sophie felt there was only one sure fire way to lift Violet's spirits - some one on one time with her dad.

"Ben?" she leaned over and called out to him.

Over the crowds and music he hadn't been able to hear her, though Alexander had and grabbed his father's attention before directing him in Sophie's direction.

"Can you take Violet?" she asked as clearly as possible over the noise.

She knew as soon as she had uttered their daughter's name, no matter how quietly, he would instantly follow her words. Her husband's face brightened and he nodded before Sophie stroked through Violet's hair.

"Violet, sweetheart? Do you want to go sit with daddy?"

At the mention of her father, Violet's head perked up, a smile lit up her features and she nodded eagerly and immediately headed down the row. Sophie watched as she approached Benedict - but in the second before her father could reach out to pick her up, something had caught Violet's eye. She looked further on down the line and her lips curled up even more. Then, much to Benedict's confusion, she walked straight past him, passing by her uncle and aunt - the King and Queen - her grandmother, Uncle Gregory, and then she came to a halt.

Her Uncle Michael glanced down, flashing the ole Stirling smile at her, and a second later Violet had clambered up onto his lap and made herself comfortable. Sophie was simply relieved that her daughter was now occupied as Michael pointed out the colourful costumes to her (all the while Violet gazed only at him), though she had to suppress her amusement when she caught sight of Benedict's crestfallen expression after coming second best in their daughter's preference.

"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT? WHO? WHO? WHO? WHO?" Charlie along with Miles, David, and Oliver loudly sang along to the blaring music behind Sophie as she then watched Princess Charlotte get to her feet.

Kate and Anthony's daughter stood between her parents, her hands on her hips as she frowned down the row at where Violet was sat on Michael's lap. Before the queen could grab a hold of her, Charlotte marched down and came to a stop in front of Michael.

"Uncle Michael, I want to sit on your lap!" Charlotte demanded, her bottom lip jutting out enviously.

"No!" Violet squealed back and cuddled into their uncle possessively.

"Charlotte? Poppet?" Anthony called down. "You can sit on my lap!"

But much like his brother, Anthony's offer of his lap as a seat to his daughter was silently dismissed(/ignored) in favour of Charlotte standing her ground and staring down an obstinate Violet.

"Girls, there's no need to fight over me!" Michael chuckled, thoroughly entertained by his own popularity. "There's room enough for you both!"

He then shuffled Violet so she was perched on one of his legs and then hauled Charlotte onto his other, holding onto both of his nieces.

"See, what did I tell you?" he grinned before pecking each of their cheeks and making the two little princesses giggle and blush as he then continued to point out various parade floats.

Naturally the next day the papers were filled with photos of the royal children's antics and of course social media lapped up the saga of the two little princesses butting heads over their Uncle Michael.

#asks #royals au #sophie beckett #violet bridgerton ii #charlotte bridgerton #michael stirling #william bridgerton

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quohotos · 10 months

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I'm assuming you've played some ttrpgs based on your posts so what are some of the characters you've played?

It is true, I have played a lot of TTRPGs, however most often I was the forever DM, so a lot of times the characters I was playing were NPCs or villains.

Here's a set of some villains from from one of my first campaigns. They are a species called "Nocturns" and are based on bats. These ones have all had their wings amputated which sure as heck made it easier to draw them. I don't post a lot of these guys because, again, they're part of unpublished works that will get a big art drop if I ever manage to find a publishing solution.

In order from top to bottom:

Commander Symeraks is a flamboyant diva who writes and directs plays when he's not busy leading armies. He's incredibly skilled and incredibly dangerous, but easily distracted. Commander Glyph is cunning, ruthless, pragmatic, and not actually that skilled. He's a mediocre commander, but he attaches himself to Symeraks and keeps him out of trouble as his handler. He hopes that he can ride Symeraks' coat tails into a higer ranking position. Don't ship them, Symeraks is gay for someone else and Glyph would rather die than kiss anyone. Lomedia is a burning spirit of chaos who everyone hates, including herself. She's been demoted a million times but always finds some way to cling on and make everyone's lives a little bit worse. She's constantly betraying, backstabbing, and lying and yet somehow the rest of them always give her another chance.

Those are some memorable villains from one of my campaigns, but here are some more memorable characters I've played, in order of most favorite to least favorite.

Bradly Arbor is a 19 year old who's just out of highschool. He was captain of the football team, but also got all the lead roles in the play by virtue of being one of the few guys who enrolled in the school plays (he was not a good actor). He did that all to get closer to a girl who he was infatuated with... unfortunately she came out as a lesbian and his heart was crushed. Rather than go to college he got a deadend job at a little emporium that reopened in town and accidentally got embroiled in the supernatrual.

It was a monster of the week game, and his class was "Professional", interpreted very sarcastically and very loosely. That sword he carries is The Phoenix King (a perk of the job). It can speak and has deep lore implication that he's just too much of a dumb himbo to really grasp or care about. What's important is that it lights ablaze when he says "Hey, do the thing where you're on fire".

Other notable parts of his character design are his Marry Poppins briefcase (another perk of the job), and his cracked iphone 5 (not a perk of the job). He's dumb as rocks, but his heart is in the right place, specifically in his rib-cage

Morgan is a Dragonborn barbarian that I made for a friend's campaign set in a homebrew setting. I was feeling lazy with character designs that day so I adapted the character of Morgan from my unreleased serial to the 5e setting, thus she has hair instead of a frill.

Same backstory though, an exhiled princess who refuses to work out her feelings and instead cuts people's heads off while moralistically spouting about a religion that basically no one but her believes in. She has some cool homebrew heart-eating mechanics that my DM gave me because no one wanted to play a healer in that game, so this interpretation of Morgan also gets up to some Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom shenanigans.

Of notable importance, I was basically done with the drawing and then asked my DM "Hey, where do you stand on the lizard boob debate?" after a hilarious conversation in which they lost all respect for me, my DM decided that, yes, lizards have boobs in his setting, so I haphazardly added some cloth to her chest to be compliant with his lore.

Lastly is Rythian, an elf Monk that I threw together for an ill-fated game that only lasted like one session. He's an elf monk, named after a yogscast member because I really struggle with originality sometimes. His body was horribly burned in an incident so he wears these cool wraps to cover it up... why he doesn't wear just regular clothes is beyond me. He's special like that I guess.

It's been a while so I don't remember much more of his lore, but I do remember how much I miss adobe illustrator draw... fuck that was a good app. Why the fuck did they have to shut it down? Is there anything else like it?

Some of my coolest characters for ttrpgs were from games that I played with a close group of friends who never want to speak to me ever again... so out of respect for them I'll omit all the cool art I made for those games.

Thank you for the ask!

#ask quohotos #ttrpg #roleplaying #tabletop #vector art #inkscape #adobe illustrator draw #ms paint #paint 3d

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princessnerdslayer · 1 year

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The High Queen- a Skyrim Fanfic.

This is my first attempt at a Skyrim Fanfic, for a story I have been thinking of for a long time. It will be fairly long, and I will post it in chapters.

I have made an important canon change:

I made High King Toryyg and Elisif older- old enough to have an 18 year old daughter. I won't be delving into how this could change Skyrim's history- if it will bother you, then this may not be the story for you.

I've changed a few things surrounding marriage in Skyrim:

I am changing amulets of Mara to be given (more like engagement rings), then just someone wearing one until the person they want notices it.

I have made it possible for people to be married at other temples in Skyrim (really, not everyone is going to haul themselves to Riften for a 1 minute ceremony).

I have adapted the custom of the groom taking off the bride's cloak of her house, and putting his own on her. I have seen it in a couple of fantasy series (most popularly GoT), and I really like the concept.

That is it I think! I use a couple of words in Norwegian, to give a bit of 'viking' flavor. I will put translations at the beginning of the chapter when I do :)

Chapter 1: The King is dead

*Lille vennen- Norwegian for ‘little friend’, an endearment for a child.

Her father was dead.

Sweat ran down her forehead as she continued practicing her sword strikes against the straw practice dummy.

My father is dead, thwack. My father is dead, thwack. My father is dead, thwack.

The messenger had arrived in Whiterun 3 days ago bearing the news, and the urgent summons for her to return as quickly as possible to Solitude. While unrest had been brewing for months, the murder of her father High King Toryyg, by the leader of the rebellion had sparked the civil war to begin in earnest.

My father is dead, thwack. My father is dead, thwack. My father is dead, thwack.

“I believe you have vanquished your foe” came an amused voice over her shoulder. She turned and managed a half smile for Kodlak Whitemane, the Harbinger of the Companions. He was leaning against a post, watching her silently. She should’ve known the old man would hear the clanging in the yard of Jorrvaskr, and come to see who was practicing so late.

“I thought a warrior’s practice was never done?” Rhiannon teased him, drawing from the old man’s own words. He had said as much to her a hundred times as she practiced, always expounding that she never should stop trying to be better.

“That is true…...but I think tonight you practice in order to not think too deeply. While that is fine for a time, you must allow yourself to feel grief lille vennen.”

Rhiannon sighed deeply, then sheathed her sword, turning to face Kodlak fully. Sometimes she wondered if the Nord had foresight like Olava the Feeble, but she thought it more likely that he was simply observant. Most warriors who lived to an old age were.

“And where is Breytla this eve?” Kodlak inquired, one bushy white eyebrow raised. All knew that where the princess of Skyrim was, her sworn shield Breytla Blackshield was never far behind.

On Rhiannon’s 10th birthday, there had been a great melee tournament held in Solitude to determine which of the great warriors would have the honor of standing as her sworn shield. Warriors from across the province and beyond had entered- Nords, Imperials, Bretons, even an Argonian of Black Marsh. There were pennants and banners painted with arms from various houses and lands- roaring sabre cats, prancing horses, more swords and warhammers than could be counted. Only one warrior truly had stood out to Rhiannon, their banner strange for its lack of adornment. It was plain black, and the shield they carried painted solid black as well. The commons whispered that this was a champion of Boethiah, entered in the name of the dark mistress. Breytla had later confessed to Rhiannon that she simply had no intention of ever carrying any banner other than Rhiannon’s own (a likeness of the Gildergreen tree in white on a sapphire background), so she didn’t bother wasting good coin on painting an elaborate design.

The fighting had been vicious, and lasted from dawn until dusk. But at the close of the day, only one warrior still stood- the strange warrior with the unadorned black shield. A warrior whom the entirety of Skyrim would come to know as Breytla Blackshield, the princess’s sworn protector.

Breytla quietly stepped into the light of the torches still burning outside Jorrvaskr, moving silently even in her beautifully detailed ebony armor. Taller than most men, her watchful hazel gaze met Kodlak’s as she moved to shadow her ward.

“We should all have such ardent defenders” Kodlak said with a smile for Breytla. “The Jarl sent a servant from Dragonsreach to look for you princess- he needs to discuss your departure from the city.”

Rhiannon sighed, and moved to put the sword onto the rack. “Hearthfire is the worst month of the year.”

“I know child”, Kodlak said gently, patting Rhiannon on the shoulder.

Hearthfire signaled the end of summer, meaning Rhiannon had to return to Solitude. As a child of the royal family, she spent her summers in the various holds, learning about all of Skyrim. It was meant to make her a better candidate for the throne when her father passed, and the Moot was called. Rhiannon simply loved it for the chance to be free of the stifling expectations of her home.

Although she was meant to spend equal time in the other 8 holds, Rhiannon had managed to wrangle 5 summers in Whiterun. She spent her mornings in weapons training with the Companions, and her afternoons helping Danica Pure-Spring tend to the wounded at the Temple of Kynareth. She knew she should spend more time in Dragonsreach learning the business of the court, but these summer months were too precious to be wasted listening to the steward drone about wheat yields. From Second Seed to Hearthfire every year, she had the chance to be herself- the only chance she ever got. She suspected Jarl Balgruuf knew this, which is why he didn’t press her to spend her days in the great keep.

“May I walk you to Dragonsreach princess?” Kodlak asked, proffering his arm to her. Rhiannon smiled, and laced her arm through his. Although she needed no more protection than Breytla could give in the city, she would never say so to the old man. He was family to her, often feeling more so than her own parents.

They began their ascent through the Cloud District, up towards Dragonsreach. They passed the Gildergreen, still hanging on to its summer blooms. It was one of Rhiannon’s favorite sights in all of Skyrim, which is why she had made it her emblem- much to her parent’s chagrin. They had wanted her to choose a symbol of the Empire, to show her devotion towards the Emperor and all of Tamriel. She had disappointed them yet again but they had allowed her unusual choice, certain she would put away her own arms when she married the Imperial they had chosen for her. She had yet to tell them she had absolutely no intention of ever giving up her Gildergreen banner in favor of Cidius’s banner of three golden cups.

“Will you propose the plan we discussed?”

“Absolutely”, Rhiannon murmured, looking around to make sure no one was within listening distance. “The Stormcloaks will be bolder now- there is no way I will get back to Haafingar without a fight.”

“Then may the nine protect you” Kodlak said winking. She knew the old Nord still worshipped Talos, and she didn’t care. She didn’t think it the right of the Empire to come in and tell her people who they should or shouldn’t worship, and she had no intention of enforcing their arbitrary laws.

They approached the great double doors of Dragonsreach. “This is where I leave you. Goodnight- and be safe lille vennen.”

“Absolutely not” Irileth, the Dunmer Housecarl of Jarl Balgruuf exclaimed, slamming her fist down upon the wooden table. “If the princess crosses the border into The Reach the Forsworn will kidnap her for sure. She’d be an invaluable bargaining tool for them to try and regain their lands.”

Proventus Avenicci, the Jarl’s Steward, looked down his hooked nose at Irileth and unctuously replied “I merely meant to suggest a route that would keep her highness in Imperial controlled territories. We know Skald favors the Stormcloaks- if she goes through the Pale, what’s to stop the Stormcloaks from grabbing her immediately?”

Jarl Balgruuf sighed- Irileth and Proventus could find a way to disagree that the sky was blue. “Irileth, I suppose there is no clear path through Hjaalmarch?”

“None, my Jarl. That land is either swamp marshes that will bog down horses and wagons, or vampires lurking in caves. She’d be in even greater danger trying to make her way through that, Imperial controlled or not.”

“We’ll simply have to send her with more guards” Balgruuf sighed, rubbing between his eyes, trying to dislodge the headache he’d had since he’d learned of the High King’s death.

“My Jarl, the garrison is already stretched, even with the extra guards that came with the princess” Proventus whined. “If they leave, what’s to stop the Stormcloaks from attacking Whiterun itself’?

“They wouldn’t dare!”, Balgruuf thundered, shocking both Irileth and Proventus. He was known for being steady and calm, not prone to outbursts of emotion. “Ulfric may be bold, but he is not that foolish! He knows he doesn’t have the strength to take Whiterun, especially not while we’re garrisoned with Imperial soldiers here for the princess.”

“I understand that”, Proventus started, “but- “

“Ulfric had the boldness to walk into Solitude and murder my father”, Rhiannon declared, sweeping into the room, Breytla close on her heels. “Do we really know what he is or isn’t bold enough to do?”

Balgruuf studied Rhiannon thoughtfully, finding himself stunned again by the woman she had grown into. She had first come to Whiterun when she was 8 as a shy, withdrawn child, who rarely spoke. Balgruuf had quickly realized she rarely spoke because when she did, she was either critiqued or shushed by her guardians. He sent the most oppressive of her companions back to Haafingar (under great protest), and introduced her to all of Whiterun without their overbearing shadow. He found when she was not being constantly scrutinized that she was a bright and cheerful child, with a compassionate heart.

Now 10 years later, she had turned into a beautiful young lady. Her honey gold curls were held back in a braid, swaying to her waist. Her eyes, currently narrowed with distaste for Ulfric, were a striking aquamarine and fringed with dark lashes. Her face was delicate, with almost elfin features, and she had a small, gently curved frame. Her mother had been called Elisif the Fair, but Rhiannon was even more beautiful than she had been in her youth.

“You think Ulfric means to attack Whiterun then?” Balgruuf asked, raising a golden brow at Rhiannon.

“I don’t intend to be here to find out”, Rhiannon smirked, flashing the sly smile he had come to associate with her planning mischief over the years.

“Alright, I can tell when you are plotting something”, Balgruuf sighed. “What have you and the Harbinger schemed while you were at Jorrvaskr?’

Rhiannon smiled widely, pulling the maps Irileth and Proventus had been arguing over towards her. “I’m going to go through the Pale…...and the Reach’.

#skyrim #skyrim ulfric #ulfric stormcloak #romance

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Hypochondriac

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ah twas what I wanted ta hear,but ye see a laddie like me ain't the most mentally healthy,I suffer from erm "hypochondria" which is just health anxiety,real hard stuff,smallest change in me body and I think I'm done for ya get me?I'd like to order some headcanons of how the boys would act with someone like me

I think they'd be really soft and chill about it.

Paul would be one of the easiest to be around.

Either his mellowness in response to your anxiety driving you up the wall or his eagerness to always do something.

One time he spent three hours in a 24-hour pharmacy with you, letting you scan each and every vitamin bottle til you found what you wanted, subtly putting back anything he knew you didn't need.

I mean after all, if something was wrong with you they would be able to taste it with just a little bit of blood.

And he always pays for anything you buy, even going so far as to sneak into the pharmacy or doctor's office when it closes or gets a little quiet at night to steal your prescriptions.

"Okay well maybe I am dying Paul!"

Your boyfriend was laying down on your bed, letting his legs hang over the edge whilst he smoked, watching the smoke flow around his head.

"Its just a cold babe, at most, remember the time you thought you had some new plague and you had just mixed up your meds?"

Huffing you turned to face him, placing your hands on your hips and standing in front of the window.

"Paul."

He took another puff, lips drawing to a lazy grin as he focused on anything but you.

"Paul."

Even as you wanted to smack him he looked cuter than ever. Weed really did make his eyes darker than the night, maybe if he had hair like Dwayne's he'd resemble a baby cow.

Maybe if you could just get him to pierce his nose, and now he was reaching for your pillow-

"PAUL!"

He jumped slipping off the bed and falling to the floor with a thump, rising back up and looking like a startled cat.

When he realized it was just you his usual dopey grin returned, eyes raking over your form, "hey babe~"

"Don't 'hey babe' me princess, I've been trying to get your attention for the past twenty minutes."

You slunk to the floor, sitting with your legs crossed.

Paul pouted, crawling on all fours towards you, laying down on his front with his head where your ankles were crossed.

"What's wrong bubba?" his thumb rubbed circles on your hip, soothing your nerves, "throat acting up?"

You nodded, reaching to play with his hair.

"It's silly, but it's just-" he shushed you, leaning up to push a finger to your lips, pulling you closer to him.

"Nothings silly with you dear, c'mon I'll warm up some soup for you."

You always spend every evening you can with them.

Wearing thick socks and a hoodie or two, often stealing their jacket or coat.

And they have a habit of just manhandling you, carrying you down to the cave ever since you got worried the old railing would give you tetanus.

David has his tricks too.

All of them can get into your mind, to what extent you didn't truly know but it wouldn't hurt to give you a little nudge into a calmer headspace every once in a while.

When your head got real mean David would just take you in his arms and bring you over to your nest, curling around you and holding you as close as possible.

Two hours later you were heading down the side of a familiar cliff, letting Paul carry you on his back, wearing his long coat and carrying a bag of healthy snacks.

They might be dead but that doesn't mean they don't need to eat something good every once in a while.

"Look what I've got!"

Three sets of eyes looked towards the two of you, eyes shining brighter when they saw you on Pauls back, Marko coming to meet the two of you at the mouth of the cave.

His hand reached for you, pulling you to his chest and letting your feet meet the floor as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

"Oh I've missed you bubba-" he laughed as you fussed at him, nudging his chest back as his hair tickled your nose, making you twitch.

Those who hadn't been in your home earlier knew exactly what you mind was up to.

Paul had already warned them ahead of time that you were on edge and not to spook you with any random splashes of blood from their most recent kill.

Speaking of, the blonde had seemingly vanished. Not that you would notice with Marko lifting you back off the ground and taking you to where David was sat, depositing you on his packmate's lap with a peck to your lips.

"Get comfy love, we're stayin in for the night."

You watched him bounce away going to take Dwayne's board to ride around on for a bit.

A cold hand curled around the back of your head as you were hiked further up David's lap, being pulled flush to his chest as he cradled you, his eyes raking over your form.

"What's wrong?"

You chewed your lip, hating how much you didn't wanna talk to him about it, turning your head to bury it in his chest.

But he didn't need you to respond, he already knew what was going on. And just how to fix it.

Pressing his lips to your scalp he rose from the seat, keeping a firm grip around your form, his slow footsteps echoing around the cave as he took you both to your little haven.

His mind was already working on yours, wrapping it in a warm safe haze.

Overall I think the boys are very loving.

Between Paul's bad trips and all of their rough sleeping, they knew how to handle bad thoughts and any form of anxiety.

Life was easier when you were with them.

Your meds were always taken properly, the ones they knew you actually needed.

If it ever got too bad they made sure to keep you in the cave with them all day, even David made it a rule to lay down beside you so he could keep your mind company instead of hanging on the beams in their secret nest.

#the lost boys #marko the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #david tlb #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys fic

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Do you have any headcanons for your Pearl!Wild or your Gem AU in general?

Wow, it's been a while since I've did this au, but yeah!

In this au Gems are like an additional race alongside the existing tloz races. They are like the cousins to Gorons.

King Rhoam is not a good guy in this au. He bought Link (only known as Pearl at this time) to keep Zelda on track with her Goddeses stuff and make sure that she doesn't sneak off to do research.

Zelda didn't want a pearl at first, but eventually grew to like them. She named Link after the hero of old and encouraged him to act un-pearl-like. She still doesn't like the fact that she owns them, though.

As tensions rise, Link begs Impa to teach him sword fighting to protect Zelda. She is hesitant because giving pearls weapons is illegal, but complies because he wants the princess to have more protection.

Link draws the sword during battle and it shocks everyone. They don't know how a gem- let alone a pearl- can be a hero. Yet, the warm up to the idea once they realize gems don't die as easy as hylians. (Link poofs so many times)

Unfortunately, they do shatter when struck by a guardian beam :(

Zelda carries Link's gem shards to the Shrine hoping it will heal the cracks.

100 years later we get a now wild pearl who has no memories or ideas of how a pearl should act. (Think pre-canon Amethyst in SU) they are free and feral.

Link has permanent cracks over the side of their face stuck by the guardian. They do not heal due to trauma.

Link talks with holograms since before the Calamity. No one knows why they can't speak. Zelda thinks someone Rhoam sworn them to silence. Link doesn't seem too bothered.

Link has a whole arsenal stuffed in their gem.

Also, the other Links of the past are also gems in this au, but time and propaganda erased that fact

#botw #pearl wild #su au #lu au #su lu au #gem au #long post

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Aight, now to cover my original works that I'm working on.

I've got two main projects, one sci-fi and the other fantasy, I have other projects as well, but none developed enough that I'm willing to share.

No art yet for either of these btw, I can't draw the broad side of a barn, let alone a spaceship or a mounted warrior.

Project 1: Mechamlet

Very much a working title, the original pitch was "Hamlet, in Space, with Giant Robots." It very much is still that to some degree, though elements of Macbeth and a few other works have contributed to turning the plot into its own unique beast. It's now got two protagonists, a reasonably sized (read: not ludicrous) cast of side characters, and a more or less defined trajectory that should fit nicely as a quadrilogy.

Here's the current pitch:

Cynwrig "Rig" Cosmas is the second prince of a noble house that once held the crown of the galactic empire. Theophania "Tio" Verdandi is the last princess of a lost kingdom. Both are on the run from Imperial authorities, though for very different reasons. Lacking a kingdom, Tio lives as a Smuggler, while Rig... Rig may have just accidentally killed his own brother.

These two fugitive nobles will meet when Tio's guardian takes the runaway prince under his wing and brings him aboard the smuggling vessel Phlegethon. Hijinks ensue and heads clash as both royals are eager to keep their lineages secret, but are unwilling to act as anything but the other's superior. Meanwhile, enemies old and new threaten the outlaw crew's livelihood, and the jump drive has been acting a little too jumpy as of late.

Drama, action, excitement, and perhaps even romance unfold across the pages of [ack! Title!]. Will Rig and Tio come to understand each other? Will the Imperial Revenue Service catch on to the blatant tax evasion? Will the author think of a better question to put here? Will something explode?

Needs work, and more importantly needs to be actually written, but it's something I'm passionate about so I trust it will come together in time.

Aesthetically I've been looking at a lot of 80s and 90s stuff, particularly synthwave and Eurobeat. Anime is my main source for the Giant Robots. Vision of Escaflowne has some beautiful Mecha designs, as does Code Geass. I want to avoid the supermassive robot scale I think. It's cool, but I've never really felt comfortable with Gundam or Pacific Rim, and I'm definitely not writing Gurren Lagaan.

Project 2: Bullhelm

This title feels final imo. Though I might change it to "Bullhelm the Barbarian" or "Bullhelm the Brave" or something along those lines.

Bullhelm is the name of the protagonist of my resurrection of the Pulp Fantasy genre, an archaic artform that carried fantasy and even sci-fi in the era of magazine serials. Related most closely to the "Sword and Sorcery" genre of today, but perhaps better compared to Japanese series like "Vampire Hunter D", or the Redwall series, where each story can stand by itself, but together they form a detailed and vibrant illustration of a vast far away world.

Bullhelm will feature, alongside various, often changing companions, in a series of adventures set all across my fantasy world that I've put together. He'll smite evil, win great treasures, take a wound or two along the way, and learn much about whatever land he happens to be passing through.

But ye, that's my original stuff. Might toss out a poll in the next few days to figure out which of my fanfic projects to work on first.

#writing #scifi #fantasy #original fiction

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I'll take Sherlock and Glee for the asks game if you please.

Sherlock (2010s starring Benedict Cumberbatch)--100% of brain lights up in complete delight... until it all starts to go downhill

Firstly, as you all know, I am on the autism spectrum, and so is one of my biological parents. That is NOT an excuse for improper social behavior, but giving you the background information about possibly how and why happens (or happens to such an extent) could lend some context.

I love to create. Any kind of content. Writing, drawing, painting, photo editing, sewing, setting margins for business letters... the list could go on. It makes me so happy to take on a project that feels fun and feasible. Something I learned when I was young was, basically, if you don't have it, you don't necessarily have to buy it. Look at your materials, or at cheaper materials, and create what you want exactly the way you want it (like, if the beaded princess crown at the Busch Gardens gift shop is, in fact, too big for your head, we can hit up Walmart and get wire and beads and make a crown that fits you, in any color you want).

I've carried that attitude through most of my life. Like, nice-fitting jeans from Goodwill-- I can hem them, the length doesn't matter.

That's actually given me a lot of confidence in my abilities, and it brings out ingenuity with problem solving, especially when it's crunch time (like, signed paper needs to be delivered to the customer--whose office is in Montana--before a certain deadline in not-my-timezone? No prob. Run to my boss's office, hand him a pen, run to the fax machine, run to the phone, let the Montana contact know the doc has been sent, and bam. (Sure, the expectation may be for an engineering review, and the expected delivery method may be SharePoint link, but a signature from the maximum authority and the convenience of instant delivery? No one can complain about that.)

Things start to go south, though, when my efforts (which I consider to be "good energy," if that makes sense) don't wind up doing what I want them to do, or things turn out to be much more difficult than expected. For example, when using black paper and a white marker for a drawing, it will become clear, when one tests the quality of several white markers on a scrap paper, that some are better quality, or better suited to the tasks, than others.

But say I started with the Crayola iridescent paint marker (nice tool for outline/contrast, but not a great choice for linework or edges), and my drawing is not showing up. I must choose, then, to

1) scrap my drawing (and maybe do it again with something like a matte brush tip)

2) go over my drawing again (and again) with the Crayola in hopes of improving what I already have (though with equal probability of ruining it), or

3) become a frustrated mess of hopelessly selfish human and hide under my desk with all the dinosaurs and paper clay and other odds and ends I use for art with my kids.

More often than not, it's choice #3. I don't exactly know how to, like, have frustration for a thing, and, while still acknowledging it as important and real and meaningful (enough so that I still have desire to make the thing and make it in my own correct way), put it away in my brain's side pocket and move to perform different tasks. I tend to try and try and try to bulldoze my way through, risking breaking my supplies (because I so hate leaving projects unfinished, or with the current step/chapter unfinished), or I become sad and feel negatively about myself and my skills and the fact that I will have to put everything away in order to take a break (kids and cats, lol), then get it all out again for my next try.

Glee--cute and quirky, and then it was cutting edge, and then it was the BEST, and then it started tilting the other direction, and it ultimately fell on its own sword and became the absolute WORST

A lot of things, mostly books and classic television programs, that have been considered from, broadly, 1950 to 2020, as "things we will pass down to our grandchildren," including, but not limited to, the following:

Harry Potter-- and that's sad. That's a travesty. Some aged wine grows more precious over time. Some just goes off.

Dr. Seuss--Because he had an actual career, and writing nonsense books was only part of it. I respect that particular treasury. But he was a guy. With a life. And, in comparison, like, even if Bohemian Rhapsody is a glory film, it doesn't erase the bad choices that still stand, unchangeable, in their influence on modern history.

Mr. Rogers (ok, he helps kids learn to tie their shoes... but, I kid you not, one skit in the world of make believe had a puppet who identifies as a woman, performing in a (very fictional) talent show, during which she was dressed up as, and pretending to be, a kitten, who was singing (horrendously) an original song, in which the lyrics begged the Moon (cognizant, apparently, and generous) to give her a star as a birthday present. What the everloving fuck, here? Not to yuk anyone's yum, but... a grown man, who has created an OC 'verse for children (his main consumers) and those who watch with them. I'm seeing... possible ageplay x furry x accompanist? what accompanist? x personification of balls of rock x obvious greed and pestering as a method to be rewarded x light references to Wicca and Paganism (I don't care, but some people might. Could bring on some leading questions from the littles, too.

Magical family recipes that are actually on the back of a can of condensed soup

BMI (used as an indicator of health--Have you ever seen a male ballet dancer? Yeah, like, in jeans on the bus he just looks like a dude. In tights and a tank, he looks like Secretariat. Depending on his height, he probably weighs something like, 1.5x the expected--visually based--BMI. Put him in high-healthy, verging on overweight. He probably eats 3,000+ calories of healthy food on the daily, and regular deadlifts, eh, 100 to 130ish pound partners? See? V healthy. Chart means nothing.)

Binarily- segregated restrooms (Ok, have you seen a toilet stall in Iceland? They're mostly non-gendered, at least in big public places, like the airport. The regular stalls--usually, like, 20 of them in a row, with a couple of handicapped/accessible/baby-changing stalls on the end-- contain one regular toilet. The door and walls go from 1cm above the floor to 1cm below the ceiling. All have sliding locks that operate only from the inside, and outside hardware is barely visible; it's just the flat (no screwdriver marks) heads of the screws that brace the locks to the doors. Then there are sinks. That pour out water. And pumps. For soap. And paper towels. The entire population has a grip on what purpose bathrooms serve, as well as what people do in bathrooms, and the differentiation of both private and public spaces in order to meet most efficiently serve the population.)

Frosted Flakes is (are) the sugary sweet part(s) of a complete breakfast. (!) Conjugate that, Tony Tiger. and WTF is a "complete breakfast?"

Math problems about trains. Nobody cares about crossing paths anymore. It's all arrival time, landing time, time zone, jet lag, how late to your meeting you can be before it's considered rude (and how disheveled are you allowed to look before high fashion hits slobbiness)?

Filler foods, which is a ridiculous American ploy to short farmers and natural food producers by making those goods more expensive and then creating a "store generic brand" version of the same product that's cheaper. Yay, save 20 cents! But that packet of breakfast sausages you just put in your cart is made of mostly soy and meat... leftovers. The brand that's beside it, that has the "naturally raised" sticker on it, that one's made of humanely farmed meat and probably a few salts, spices, and safe preservatives."Far East" instant couscous? Made in America, it's heavily mixed with condensed powdered dairy and soy filler. Kosher couscous pearls, you know, from that tiny aisle with grape jelly and yummy crackers? One ingredient. One! Whole wheat. You do not need a chemistry lab to make couscous.

Why am I so passionately angry about this? I'm allergic to dairy, soy, cashews, and oats. The ONLY milk I can drink is almond. When I eat bites of oral food (usually for social fun), I have to ask for every last ingredient to make sure I will not cause myself to have an allergic reaction, which is different from a gastroparesis flare up, which need to be medically treated differently, lest further damage be caused by overtreatment or symptoms left to stew and spread. My big kid and I are also touch-sensitive to oats, so, in addition to not tolerating whole-grain bread, we cannot use many lotions and shampoos (marketed for sensitive skin, lol) because they contain colloidal oats. There are even exam gloves on the market, meant to help nurses with dry skin, which I do understand is a problem, that contain colloidal oat powder (inside) and have a regular silicone outside. There is too high a risk for touch-transfer, though, and we frequently have to ask and remind practitioners to NOT use the oat-poisoned gloves.

ADDITIONALLY, there are something like 3 or 4 types of formula in existence for sustaining us tubies that don't contain at least one of the major allergens (usually dairy or soy). Of those few, at least one has CORN SYRUP as its primary ingredient. Ok, yeah, fortify the tubies and give them easily accessible carbs to keep them running. But, um, nutrition? Like, the absolute and awful, yet hilarious, truth that pirates (yes, of the caribbean) were healthier than individuals of European military forces traveling by sea, because the pirates ate a more balanced diet--fruit, bread, alcohol (aka sanitary hydration), and the redcoats died of things like scurvy because nobody thought to bring a lemon wedge to go with their hardtack and tea... People don't subsist on corn syrup. They can't exercise. They can't gain lung capacity, the ability to walk long distances, the critical thinking to problem solve and maintain self-care and do work. There is ONE type of tubie formula our family depends on (well, 2, because there's grown-up and pediatric) on the market that is allergen-free, pea protein based, contains natural minerals, and mixes with water and other dissolvable powdered supplements. We're immensely blessed to have it. We have to bring our own if anyone's in the hospital, since it's "rare." But OMG, the stuff has saved my life.

Forgive the ranting. I like to explain myself.A lot.

#starbucks sunday #ask game #ask meme #probably tmi

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