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sims-himbo · 10 months

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THE SIMS 4: BARBIE Legacy Challenge!

oh hi there! i haven't posted here in a while, but i just watched the barbie movie a few days ago and needless to say, it is now my entire personality. so here's my first ever legacy challenge based on barbie's many, many careers and achievements!

apologies in advance, this challenge uses a lot of packs! i'm sorry! i might try to make a base game version at some point

BASE GAME version

portuguese translation by @demaciana-sims

sims 3 version by @appaloosawhims

challenge rules below the cut

All heirs must be female and named Barbie. (non-heir children may have any name)

You may use the freerealestate cheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!

You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and rewards to boost skill gain, anything that’s in-game is fair game.

Packs you will need:

EPs: Get To Work, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living, High School Years

GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood

Optional packs (for the optional generations):

EPs: University, Cottage Living, Horse Ranch

GPs: Strangerville

*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it's fine to skip out on it.

You've been raised with traditional values: find a good man, start a family, be a homemaker... But you want your children to aim higher, so you'll make sure to set them up for success.

Complete Successful Lineage aspiration

Max Parenting and Cooking skills

Have at least 3 kids and 1 pet, each child must complete at least one child aspiration and they must all max out their grades in school

Must have Family-Oriented trait

Your mother was happy staying at home, but not you. You're ready to fight your way to the top and make enough money to support your family for generations to come.

Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

Max Charisma and Logic skills

Max Business career (Investor branch)

Must have Ambitious trait

Your family is pretty wealthy, so you've used your funds to open up your very own vet clinic and follow your dreams of being surrounded by furry little guys all day! But it might be more difficult than you thought...

Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration

Max Veterinarian skill

Run a 5-star vet clinic

Have at least 3 pets and be good friends with all of them

Must have either Cat Lover or Dog Lover trait

You grew up surrounded by pets, and you now want to explore even more of the animal kingdom... So you're going underwater! What magical secrets will you discover on your journey?

Must live in Sulani

Complete Beach Life aspiration

Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)

Become a mermaid

Max Logic and Fitness skills

Must have Child of the Ocean trait

Your mother had an almost supernatural level of fitness at sea, so now you've been inspired to master fitness on land! You're determined to reach your full potential in physical performance and become a world class champion.

Join Cheer or Football team as a teenager and reach highest level

Complete Bodybuilder aspiration

Max Fitness and Charisma skills

Max Athlete career (Athlete branch)

Must have Active trait

Your family has achieved many, many accolades, and you've set out to capture all of it in an epic Tell-All novel that you spend your entire life writing!

Complete Bestselling Author aspiration

Max Writing skill

Write Book Of Life and bind it to your parent, use it to successfully bring them back from a premature death

Must have Creative trait

Movie stardom is the next logical step for your lineage, so you set out to conquer the silver screen. Will you catapult the family name into even greater heights, or will it now be associated with infamy?

Complete Master Actress aspiration

Max Acting skill

Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status

Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor!

Must have High Maintenance trait

As the child of a successful actress, people may roll their eyes and immediately write you off as yet another nepo-baby trying to start a music career... So you must prove them all wrong by becoming a proper rockstar!

Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration

Max Singing skill

Max skill in at least 2 instruments

Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)

Must have Music Lover trait

What's next after conquering so many careers and reaching worldwide fame for the family name? World domination, of course! Become the greatest Leader this nation has ever seen!

Complete Mansion Baron aspiration

Max Politician career (Politician branch)

Max Charisma skill

Must have Self-Assured trait

Now that you've conquered the world, it's time to venture out into Space! There's so much to explore out there, and Barbie must leave her mark all across the galaxy.

Complete Nerd Brain aspiration

Max Astronaut career (Either branch)

Max Logic and Rocket Science skills

Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir

Must have Genius trait

Still want more? Here's some extra Barbies that you can play with!

Secret Agent Barbie

Complete Bodybuilder aspiration

Must have Active and Geek traits

Complete Secret Agent career (Diamond Agent branch)

Max Logic, Fitness and Charisma skills

Become enemies with a Sim in the Villain branch of the Secret Agent career! (You may need to cheat this career level for sims outside your household)

Countryside Barbie

Complete Country Caretaker aspiration

Max Gardening skill

Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!

Must own a horse and have it max every skill

Must have Animal Enthusiast trait

Army General Barbie

Must live in Strangerville

Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration

Max Logic and Charisma skills

Max Military career (Either branch)

Must have Erratic trait

Scientist Barbie

Complete Nerd Brain aspiration

Max Scientist Career

Be abducted by Aliens at least once

Must have Genius trait

Ultimate Barbie

Set lifespan to long

Complete at least 2 child aspirations

Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations

Max 10 skills

Have 12 or more traits

Graduate from college

Reach the top of any career

Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons

Have at least 5 kids and max your relationship with all of them

that's about it! if you play this, please use #sims barbie legacy

have fun:)

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z3rinn · 14 days

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# #. KINGDOM CALLING !!

Being a Keyblade Wielder you thought you'd have seen everything by now. But you never expected to end up in a world where the villains you defeated were worshipped.

more twst x kh content because i’ve been hyper fixated on it for the past few months T_T speaking of, the reason I've been gone for so long is because I’ve now got a fic in the makings- using this exact concept! it’s posted on my wattpad and quotev, but I’m also debating if I should put it on this site… it’s quite long though! lmk if you guys think I should :]

Twisted Wonderland was weird.

You thought you’d have seen everything by now. Being a Keyblade Wielder, your job was to travel across worlds, defeating the darkness and hate spread by those willing to conquer.

You’d experienced stories and magic you could barely comprehend, standing on the sidelines as you watched fairytales play right before your eyes.

Creatures and supernaturals were considered friends, being far different from the monsters you imagined them to be. Even talking animals were a common thing now, having traveled with Donald Duck and Goofy for a better part of three years now.

You never thought you'd miss them.

Your life back on Destiny Islands was simple. Back there, you had a home; with small rowing boats and hammocks on the tiny island a quick swim away. You had proper food, with star shaped fruits said to bind your soul with your loved ones. Most importantly- you had your best friends; Sora, Riku, and Kairi— all eccentric yet lovable characters that held your heart. You would do anything for them.

The island was a sanctuary, a place for comfort and familiarity. If you had known what you did now, you would've trapped yourself there, basking in the warm sand and cool water brushing across your body. But then, being young and immature, you just wanted to leave.

Three years have passed since then. Years full of mystery and surprise.

You had undergone many things on your journey; battling against Heartless and monsters. Falling down rabbit holes and encountering princesses every which way you turned. Meeting leaders of all kinds of worlds, binding your hearts to create everlasting friendships. You had even sided with villians, willing to set aside your differences to accomplish your goals.

It was odd… working with Maleficent.

At one point you even had your heart stolen. Ripped away from you to create a husk. And that was just the surface.

You thought you had seen everything by now....

But Twisted Wonderland was weird.

Everything happened so suddenly; kicking open an overly fancy coffin ( far different from the ones Jack Skellington used ) only to be met by a creature that looked oddly like Stitch. But before you could ask anything, he gave chase, demanding you give him your robes— how did you even get these on?

Panic stricken, you ran. Running across classrooms, hallways, and courtyards- all while trying to get away from the cat.

Questions and concerns began to gush through your mind. How could you have gotten here? Where was everyone?

And where were you?

The next thing you knew, you were in a regal library, cornered by the monster. Floating books and dancing lanterns surrounded you, all approaching with intrigue. They all seemed to be observing you, like they were anticiping something.

Blue fire brushed across your skin, the flames flickering against your robes. You realized they were waiting for a spell, like they knew you would cast it before the thought could even pop into your mind.

Just as you raised your hand, getting ready to summon your Keyblade, a whip wrapped around the cat.

Both of you jumped, eyes darting to the double doors, finding a crow-looking man standing there. He looked oddly disappointed. Your eyes immediately narrowed, hands tensing.

Just looking at him made you feel on edge.

He was radiating darkness.

His golden eyes seemed to be staring right into your soul, gazing deep and pulling you apart from the seams. They pierced through your own. Entrancing. Like they were studying and discerning your moves. You didn't like them.

They looked like a villians.

You were wary of the man, raising a brow when he introduced himself. Crowley was his name; Descendant of a Hero. An odd name for someone whose heart seemed so full of darkness. He led you to a chamber room, surrounded by floating coffins and magic. Dark energy overfilled the room, whispers and cackles echoing from robed figures as they eyed your form.

You thought back to Organization XIII.

You didn't like robes all that much anymore.

They were traumatizing.

Crowley huffed, pushing you in front of— the magic mirror? Was that the one The Evil Queen used?

The mask in the mirror spoke, blank eyes narrowing at you as if you'd attack it at any second. Of course, it had every right to be afraid. Your friend literally threw a giant key at it once. Hopefully it could get passed that though, and you could ask it how you got here?

It bullshitted something about you not having a soul, ( you had a strange inkling it was being petty but whatever ) but before it could finish, the cat broke free.

He yelled, claiming he was strong enough to be at this school, and that he deserved your spot. You tilted your head at his outburst. Was that all he wanted? You gladly would've given your spot to him. You weren’t meant to be in this world in the first place. Hopefully you’d be out of here soon.

You had Heartless to go fight.

You had to go find Sora.

A quick mishap occurred, with Grim ( you remembered his name ) setting the room on fire. Apparently he was trying to show off his magic; an odd way to do so but you digress. A red haired boy chased after him, along with a boy with glasses.

Their magic was strange, coming out of a jeweled pen of all things.

Wind magic was casted, similar to your own Aero spells. Water attacks were aimed at it, easily dousing the blue flames. It was honestly amazing, watching so much magic come out of a tiny pen.

The redhead stopped in front of the cat, pointing his pen at him with narrowed eyes. Your own widened as he shouted a curse.

Off with your head.

That sounded awfully familiar.

…

Crowley was going to kick you out.

The magic mirror- or rather the dark mirror- explained that you didn't have a home to go to. You guessed it was because Destiny Islands was a whole other world, and simple mirror travel wouldn't be able to reach that far.

No matter, you could simply contact Donald or Riku on your Gummi phone and go home.

But of course, the first time a phone specifically made to communicate between worlds doesn't work is when you need it most.

So you did the only thing you could.

And showed him your Keyblade.

He muttered something to himself, widened eyes never leaving the blade in your hand. His feathers ruffled in surprise and intrigue, the slight curl of them being… strange.

It was as if they were smiling.

Your eyes flickered to his own- noticing his scary… intense gaze.

You didn’t dare break contact, being far too focused on those piercings eyes.

Those haunting, golden eyes.

Eyes that looked just like Xehanorts.

The Headmage led you to a rundown cabin, home to a variety of ghosts and cobwebs. The building reminded you of the ones in Halloween Town; rundown with mischievous creatures inhabiting the spaces. These ghosts just looked like marshmallows.

You let out a low sigh, allowing yourself to fall on the dusted couch in the lounge. Debris flew up under your weight, flying into the air before dissapting. Your gaze was focused on the ceiling above, dazed as rain droplets fell to your cheeks and the wooden floors below.

The building was silent, aside from the rain. Wind blew against cobwebs, flying past your face and sticking to the rotting wood. Splinters and jagged pieces spiked up, parts of the walls ripped apart from age and student endeavors.

It was lonely here.

You didn't have anyone in this world.

Not even Jiminy fucking Cricket.

You hadn’t been alone in a long time.

The door creaked open, "Myah- it's really pouring out there!"

...

Twisted Wonderland.

That's what this place was called.

A world very befitting for its name.

Everything about this world was off— or at least— Night Raven College was.

Students seemed to love and adore the beings you had tried so desperately to keep away. They had dorms dedicated to them, embracing their darkness and allowing themselves to fall under its curse. Darkness that you had to get rid of.

Of course, they didn't actually know about the dangers you faced, finding these villians to be great and kind. They didn't know of the death and tragedy caused- the mistakes you had to fix.

It was strange though. Worlds weren't supposed to know of one another, otherwise chaos could ensue.

So why was Twisted Wonderland a combination of them all?

You suppose that's how this place got its name.

Everything in this world was twisted. Villians were considered heroic; great and all mighty beings that you and Sora definitely didn't beat.

While in the botanical gardens you sometimes laugh, imagining Leona's face if you told him you helped kill Scar. He gives you weird looks, telling you to shut up and go back to sleep. You try. It doesn’t work.

It wasn't until the Riddle incident did you realize why you were sent to this world. Darkness and hatred had been accumulating in the corners of this realm, seeping into the depths of people's hearts.

It was at times like this that made you miss Sora.

You turned over on your bed, eyes focused on the ceiling above. Moonlight seeped in through the wooden cracks, bits of the glowing celestial body peeking in. It was almost speaking to you, luring you towards it with the promise of comfort.

Kingdom Hearts.

Your eyes shut, turning away from the beckoning moon.

Well whatever. You had another long day ahead of you.

…

Thoughts? This was just a quick wip that I made in like an hour lolll. I’m thinking of doing another part tho, where we dive into character interactions and such. Rlly wanna write for Silver and a KH! MC!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #kingdom hearts #kh #kingdom hearts x reader #twst grim #kh x twst #twst x kh #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar

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buckychristwrites · 11 months

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Could This Be | Chap. Two | j.t.

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about..

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy :)

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All eyes were on you, although they would occasionally jump to Jamie as well.

You opened your mouth and immediately closed it again. Your brain felt like it was stroking out, unable to process the information you had just been given.

You? And Jamie? Jamie Tartt? The Jamie Tartt? The footballer Jamie Tartt? Striker for AFC Richmond Jamie Tartt? Former Lust Conquers All competitor Jamie Tartt? The idiot standing next to you Jamie Tartt? Jamie Tartt, whom you didn’t even know the birthday of, or really anything else about him? That Jamie Tartt?

The room began to spin slightly, but it wasn’t from any alcohol. Your mind was painfully overwhelmed as it ran a million miles a minute. Everyone was silently waiting for you to speak, Keeley’s eyes like daggers as she stared at you. You glanced over at Jamie, who was the only person in the room who couldn’t seem to look at you.

Your mouth opened, locked and loaded with denial at the ready…

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

What?

Why are you going along with this? You asked yourself. It was unclear.

The collective gasp that filled the back yard felt rehearsed. Everyone began looking at each other in complete surprise. When you looked at Jamie, he was also staring at you, stunned, as if he expected you to deny it just as much as you expected yourself to. Realising what you had just said, you scooted closer to him, as if to stand in solidarity. Swallowing hard, you tried to come off as more confident than you felt.

“It’s true,” You declared. “Jamie is my boyfriend.” Jamie said nothing, instead wrapping a hesitant arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. You wondered if you looked as stiff as you felt. It seemed that everyone began to talk at the same time.

“We are so happy for you too! Why did you not tell us?”

“Two of my favourite people, together and in love. What a beautiful world we live in.”

“Since when is Tartt a good liar? How did you hide this from us?”

“I think the better question is why?” Keeley interjected, her arms crossed over her chest. It was clear that she wasn’t handling the news as kindly as the others.

“I don’t know,” You said, feeling like it was the only thing you could say that wasn’t a lie. “I was afraid. And I didn’t want things to change, with you or with anyone. I hated the thought of being another footballer's girlfriend.”

Been there, done that, assumed you would never do it again.

That’s what you get for assuming, apparently.

Keeley picked at her chin as she thought about this, before rushing forward and grabbing your hand. Jamie’s arm slipped away from you as she pulled you inside without a word. The crowd within the house had thinned momentously, and you wondered if it had to do with the kitchen drama that was now ensuing in the yard. She led you up the stairs and into the bathroom, where she closed and locked the door. A long time passed with her just staring at the closed door. It made you want to throw up. Her eyebrows were knitted together when she finally turned to face you.

“Can you please explain this to me?” She asked you in a quiet voice.

“Keeley…” You said, desperate to tell her the truth but knowing you had dug your own grave. “I’m so sorry.” You began to pull at the hem of your shirt. “It just… it just happened. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Part of you wondered if you should be concerned about how easy it was to feed her this lie.

“I guess I’m just sad you didn’t tell me sooner, but I am over the moon for you,” She admitted with a softening face. “Jamie is wonderful. He’ll treat you better than he ever treated me when we were together.” You shifted as you tried not to look uncomfortable.

“He’s changed because of you though,” You reminded her. She rolled her eyes.

“Well, at least one of us gets to reap the benefits of my work, then.” The both of you laugh, her placing a hand on your forearm. When you settled, she looked at you with her big, caring eyes. “I just have another question to ask.”

Having a feeling where this was going, you nodded. She took a deep breath.

“Are you sure you’re ready for something like this?” Her voice was soft, tender, and you could tell this was her biggest concern. She glanced at the sink counter before looking back at you. “It just wasn’t that long ago that… you know who happened. And you had said you wouldn’t date another footballer. I just-”

“Oh no,” You said, waving your hand to stop her from talking. If she said anything more, it would become clear that you absolutely were not ready for anything like this, which was why you hadn’t wanted anything like this. But you shoved those feelings down and plastered an all too reassuring smile on your face. “It’s… it’s different this time, I think.” Your hands shook anyway, and you had to shove them in your pockets to hide them.

“Obviously,” Keeley said with a chuckle. “Jamie would never.” She didn’t elaborate, but she didn’t need to. You already knew what she meant, and you already knew she was right.

“Are we okay?” You asked her, the pain in your chest from this whole encounter seeming to worsen. The idea of risking your friendship with Keeley over a lie for Jamie was absolutely ridiculous.

“Of course we are, babe,” She assured you, grabbing your hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “I just want you to be happy.” The tension released, your muscles happy to finally relax. You squeezed her hand in return, giving her a wide smile that she returned before pulling you into a hug. “But you still owe me an explanation on how this all happened!” You forced a slight laugh.

“Maybe another day?” Maybe in a few weeks when you actually had an explanation to give. For now, you were so stressed over everything that had transpired over the last half hour that you felt the need for another drink. She released you, and you gave her another smile.

“It better be another day soon,” She said with a hint of warning in her voice. “I want every last detail. You nodded with feign enthusiasm.

“Let’s go back to the party, yeah?” She nodded, turning and leading you out of the bathroom, your wrist in her hand.

Before going back outside, where it was dark now, you found Roy and Sam in the kitchen. Sam was pouring another drink for himself while Roy was taking a sip of another beer. They both looked up at you and Keeley as you entered. Even though Keeley joined her boyfriend, his arm wrapped around her and a kiss planted on her forehead, you could feel Roy’s eyes following you. It was hard to ignore, but you pretended not to notice as you poured yourself another, much stronger drink.

“So,” Roy said, making you flinch at the break in the quiet. “You and Tartt.”

If there was anyone on the planet that you didn’t want to talk to about this subject, it was Roy Kent. The wish that the floor would swallow you whole intensified. Biting your lip, you continued to make your drink.

“Me and Jamie,” You replied, failing to hide the strain. He responded with a noise that was a mix between a grunt and hum. Keeley hit his chest lightly.

“Don’t push her, Roy,” She chastised. “It was probably very stressful for them to finally tell us. We’re happy for them, right?” Roy nodded. You allowed yourself a glance at his face, and when you saw the scepticism, you immediately wished you hadn’t.

“It just seems very random,” He continued, leading Keeley so the two of them were moving closer to you. Sam was looking between you and Roy, his face thoughtful.

“Love does seem very random, does it not?” He asked, his head tilted as he made eye contact with Roy. “It seemed random to the rest of us when you and Keeley got together.” At that moment, you wanted to kiss Sam all over his lovely face. You didn’t have any answers for Roy’s questions. It was all just as random to you as it was to him.

You went to flee to the back yard, when a random thought crossed your mind. You turned back and went to the fridge, assessing the assortment of beets before grabbing one and letting it close. As you passed, you exchanged a look with Roy. He was glaring at you suspiciously, while you were trying to match that energy in your own stare. In the end, you were glad when you were back outside in the cool, evening air. Throwing your drink back, you took a few hefty drink.

You wandered over to Jamie, who was sitting in the same lounge chair you had claimed not that long ago. Handing him the fresh cold beer, he gave you a surprised look before taking it from you.

“Thanks,” He said, all smiley as he looked at the bottle. “Even got me favourite.” You looked around at the other Richmond players, who, despite building a fire in the pit in the middle of the yard, were still all throwing glances yours and Jamie’s way.

“I guessed,” You mumbled before making your way to the chair at the opposite side. Without warning, Jamie grabbed you, gently pulling you down into the same chair he sat in and pulling your back against his chest.

“Gotta sell it,” He mumbled in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

The tension had returned to your body in full force, your chest rising and falling heavily. How did this happen? Why did you agree to it? Why were you suddenly so afraid?

“We’re gonna have to talk about this at some point, you know,” You mumbled to him. He wrapped an arm around your upper chest, his palm pressed flat against your clavicle. Your skin was on fire at the feeling. “This situation you got us into.”

“I know,” He mumbled. You wondered if he was enjoying this. There weren’t any signs that he was hating it. “I’m sorry. She started talkin’ about another blind date, and I told her I was seein’ someone. She asked who and… I dunno. Your name slipped out.” Your face didn’t change as you listened, eyes still on the fire that the others started, which had now grown pretty large.

“When I said to lie, I didn’t mean about me, goofball,” You joked, trying to create some ease, more in yourself than anything. You felt the laughter shake in his chest despite that it was silent.

“I just panicked. It was stupid.”

The door creaked open and Keeley walked out, followed by Roy. You averted Roy’s eyes as he walked over to the chair next to you and Jamie, the same chair he had occupied before, and took a seat once more.

“This is weird,” Roy remarked to the two of you. The rest of the team were talking amongst each other.

“Is it weird enough that you need to make comments like that?” Jamie asked, tapping his fingers against your chest. “Or could you try acceptin’ the happiness of your friends?”

Roy didn’t respond, deciding to let out a low growl instead while refraining from looking at either Jamie or you. You continued to say nothing, instead focusing on keeping your breathing normal. Which was incredibly hard, due to the fact that the panic had already risen to critical levels. The only thing running through your mind was leaving. Though you hadn’t been at the party for as long as everyone else, the evening took a turn that was more draining than you were prepared for.

You grabbed your drink and finished it with a single gulp.

“I think I’m gonna head home.”

Everyone watched you as you stood up, brushing your hands on your trousers before looking around at the faces. With a wave, you smiled before saying, “Sorry about the announcement earlier. I’ll see you guys later.”

Keeley stood, walking over and giving you a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you, babe,” She assured you. You sighed, probably coming off as relieved to her, but you knew it was the exact opposite. Pulling away, you gave her one last smile before walking a little too fast through the backdoor and through the house. It was empty now. It was probably safe to assume that Keeley and Roy had asked the rest of the party to leave prior to returning outside.

It wasn’t until you got to the door to the front yard that you noticed that Jamie had gotten up and followed you inside. Pulling your hand away from the doorknob, you turned to look at him. His hands were behind his back, and he looked down at the floor, seeming to become bashful underneath your hard stare.

“Sorry, I-” He swallowed. “I thought it would look weird if I just let you leave.” You glanced around the room for a moment, gathering your thoughts.

“Roy is right,” You told him. “This is so weird. We go from never speaking to suddenly, we’re together? A couple?” Your shoulders flew up in an intense shrug before falling down once more. “It doesn’t make sense, Jamie. We have to-” You sighed as you stared at his crestfallen face. “We have to tell them the truth. Or say we ended it. This is insane. Expecting me to go along with this is insane.”

You turned to leave, ignoring him when he called after you.

The tears began the second you were in your car. The drive wasn’t long, but it sure felt like it was when you were crying the whole way there. Every light seemed to turn red, which upset you even further. By the time you pulled into your driveway, you placed your head on the steering wheel and let it all out. The hyperventilating was intense, so intense that you were having a hard time getting it under control.

You hadn’t been touched like that since…

No.

You wouldn’t do Jamie the disrespect of comparing him to that.

Still, the feeling of it was so disarming. Your hand went to your neck, rubbing at the skin in an attempt to get the burning to subside.

Fucking worthless, ain’t you?

You rushed inside, fumbling with your keys through your shaky hands. Before you knew it, you were running to the bathroom, throwing the shower on and tossing your clothes on the floor. Your hands went right for the soap and the cloth, immediately lathering yourself up to try and wash away the memory of the hands on your skin.

Not Jamie’s, anyway.

Just the memories his touch brought back.

You must’ve scrubbed three or four times before your skin stopped burning. Even still, you stayed under the hot water, pressing your forehead against the shower tile.

It was clear now that this game with Jamie had to end.

If this was how you reacted to a fake relationship, how could you ever again handle a real one?

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phoenixkaptain · 8 months

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I’m rereading Shugo Chara (it’s been years and the nostalgia I feel is immense) and I’ve got to be honest…

I think Amu and Ikuto is the funniest ship in the whole world.

Like, they just like each other. They like spending time with each other. Amu is genuinely comfortable around him until he starts flirting, then she’s mostly just kind of exasperated. All of Ikuto’s interactions with her are based on cats. He brings her food (human can not hunt for themself) and he lays on her (human is the most comfortable pillow) and he teases her (human must be kept on their toes). Like, he’s just a big ol’ cat and I love it.

But also, the manga is fucking hilarious.

When Kukai is graduating and everyone’s saying goodbye and Tadase asks “When I’m in trouble, can I talk to this picture I have of you?” When they’re all talking about what happens around springtime and Ikuto casually says “Being in heat. Because we’re cats.” and Amu’s respons is “Can he say that in this manga?” And Sensei… “Why are you still teaching here?” “I do have credentials.”

Ikuto is the funniest character. He brings cookies because he broke Amu’s tart. He brings ice cream because Utau dropped Kukai’s ice cream (and maybe Amu’s? I’m unclear) ((how did he even know that that happened? Does he have a sixth sense, “Someone just ruined my human’s meal. I have to fix this immediately.”)) He always shows up with a bag of food and just drops it on Amu, then leaves. He came here for one reason and one reason only, and it was to drop off food, bye.

My favourite part of the manga is Nadeshiko/Nagihiko. I love Amu’s comment early on “Nadeshiko changes so fast!” I love Temari, who just repeats “my kimono will get dirty.” And when they’re crawling through the vent or whatever, and Temari is crawling while still covering her face with her sleeve and says “my kimono is getting dirty.” Hilarious. I love Temari so much.

I love that Nadeshiko is Amu’s best friend. They are besties. The extra where Nagihiko breaks out of his house to spend time with Amu? Perfection. Nagihiko holding Amu’s hand, and when she points it out to him, he just goes “Oh yeah. I forgot I’m different today.” I love Nagihiko, he’s the best. The whole explanation is totally wild and honestly baffling, but I love Nagihiko and his weird ass family all the same.

I liked the show a lot as a kid, and I liked the manga even more. I think Amu and Ikuto are adorable. I think it’s funny that the characters don’t act like any elementary school students I’ve ever met (including the ones who were in elementary school with me). I like that Kukai is everyone’s favourite, and he’s just so chipper. I like Tadase’s wish being to conquer the world, and everyone agreeing to help him with it because “It’s fun :)” I especially like that Amu is consistently and constantly judging the capes.

Maybe it’s nostalgia colouring my view. Maybe I’m biased because it made me laugh a couple times. Maybe I just like Ikuto and Amu being comedic foils to each other. Whatever it may be, I really enjoy the manga. Would I recommend it? Yes. Would I recommend it if you’re going to be pissed by the age gap? No.

(“The age gap is so problematic!” But have you considered that they are funny?)

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nyoomfruits masterlist

miscellaneous

my drabbles

fic recs

fave art

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fics

ghost of you (charles/max, 3,5k, completed)

“All right, are you now finally ready to explain why four time world driver champion Charles Leclerc is currently in my living room?” Max says, as Charles towels off his hair.

Charles pauses, lets the towel fall into his lap, stares at Max with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, did you say four time?”

where i am going is right where i am (lando/oscar, 18k, completed)

Oscar, Lando likes to tell people, is a slow burn. Unremarkable at first. Almost a little boring. But then he wiggles your way into your life with his croissants and his soft little smiles and then one day you wake up and realize you would conquer worlds, slay dragons, eat spinach puffs, anything just to get him to look at you.

Max, on multiple occasions, has told him that’s a him problem and that not everyone experiences this around Oscar. Lando thinks Max is an idiot.

sink your teeth into me (lando/oscar, 5k, complete)

“Yeah,” Oscar says, shrugs. “Would be better if it wasn’t so fucking orange, though.”

“Oscar,” Lando tuts, heading for the door, back to his own driver’s room. “Where’s your team spirit.”

“Dead,” Oscar says, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, gesturing at the orange coffin as if to say ‘get it?’.

love you with the lights on (lando/oscar, 28k, complete)

“I texted him,” Lando says. “He can’t have forgotten about me, I texted him, and he never texted back.”

Max shrugs. “Maybe he didn’t know what to say. After all, how do you tell your fuck buddy that you’ve accidentally gone out and acquired a baby?”

already home (lando/oscar, 32k, completed)

Lando takes a deep steadying breath. “I think I might be in love with Oscar.” He says, and hates how immediately when he says the words, he knows it’s true.

“Right,” Max says, nodding. “And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and?’” Lando says, a little outraged. “I can’t be in love with him! We’re married! This is like, a disaster waiting to happen!”

this feels like falling in love (charles/max, 3k, completed)

Five kisses throughout their lives, and the one that started it all.

thinking ‘bout your touch (oscar/lando, 2k, completed)

Lando’s brain gets so occupied by the thought it shouldn’t come as a surprise really, when a few rounds later Oscar says, “Dare.” Lando blurts out, “Let me suck your dick.”

There’s a long, awkward silence in which they just stare at each other, Oscar’s expression completely unreadable. “Uh,” he eventually says. “I think a dare is something I’m supposed to do.”

i’ve tasted blood (and i want more) (oscar/lando, 5,5k, completed)

Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.”

“God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

purring in my lap (’cause he loves me) (oscar/lando, 5k, completed)

The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch.

Oscar’s cat, presumably.

And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch.

The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

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glitch (charles/max, 26k+, completed)

Max hums. “Well, at least that means I won’t bump into Charles Leclerc again.”

“Bummer, really,” Daniel says, moving back to his own seat and drinking the little bit of coffee that was still in the cup. “Could’ve been the start of a great love story.”

Lando snorts. “Kids, it all started when I told your father, who had won two World Driver Championships at that point, that he sucked at driving.”

Max sticks his middle finger up at them, and pulls his noise canceling headphones back over his ears. Only two hours left to go, he thinks, wistfully, and goes back to work.

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heart on your sleeve (charles/max, 5k, completed)

The thing about having a racing helmet that constantly displays your emotions for the whole world to see, is that you kind of get used to it after a while. These days Charles almost forgets it’s even a thing. Almost. But then he goes and falls in love.

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you’ll be alright (charles/max, 19k+, completed)

Charles is not an idiot. He knows there’s a part of him that has been at least a little bit in love with Max for as long as they’ve known each other. But he’s always been able to shove it down. Burying it under rivalries and competitiveness until it was getting hard to differentiate between love and hate. And that had worked, for a really long time.

And then Max had to go and barge into his life and be really fucking cute with his baby.

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silly me (to fall in love with you) (charles/max,18k+, completed)

“We’re not asking you to ‘woo’ him,” Christian says, looking pained at having to say the word ‘woo’, “We just need others to think you’ve wooed him.”

“I’m not following,” Max says, frowning.

“A PR relationship,” Poppy explains. “You pretend to date, making the public think you’re all happy and in love. Then you reap the benefits of being in a relationship without actually having to put in the effort or work.”

“Absolutely not,” Max says, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s depressing, I’m not doing that.”

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you can hear it in the silence (charles/max, 7k+, completed)

“Thanks,” Max eventually says. “For letting me crash.”

“Yeah, yeah, we should definitely do this again sometimes,” Charles says sarcastically, seeming to finally have woken up enough to actually get out of bed.

“No fucking way, once is enough,” Max says, because it sounds a lot better than ‘this is the best I’ve slept in ages and I think it might’ve been because you were next to me’. “Besides. You snore.”

Charles gasps and looks at Max. “I do not.”

He doesn’t. But the complete outrage on Charles’s face is too good to tell him the truth. “Oh, yeah, like a goddamn sawmill. Thought you were going to wake up the whole house.” Max says, and then laughs when Charles lets out an indignant squawk and launches a pillow at his face.

Or, the five times Max and Charles accidentally fall asleep together, and the one time they do it on purpose.

#masterpost

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Shop talk!! Where did the inspiration for Abby as a character come from? Are there any characters or people who have inspired what makes her ✨her✨? And how do she and Aegon compliment each other?

(apologies, this came in after I went to bed and then I spent the last five hours driving across three states)

Oooh! I haven't gotten an ask like this in so long and I forget there are new people who might be interested!!!

(@selfproclaimedunicorn did the first Abby fanart! and @murmel-malt did this one for xmas!)

So in Fire & Blood, it's stated that Lyonel Strong became Master of Laws when Viserys took the throne, brought his sons Harwin and Larys and two maiden daughters to serve as Rhaenyra's ladies. So Abby was originally a friend of Rhaenyra and Alicent, and stayed by Alicent's side when she became queen because show-wise, Alicent is so fucking isolated. Like it HURTS to see how isolated she is, and I wanted her to have a friend, and someone who would try to be peacemaker between the two.

Right from the start, Abby was always meant to be kind. She's what I call proto-Sansa Stark: just embodying a lot of the traditional ladylike qualities I would always see Sansa getting lambasted for. I really wanted to create a character who could be kind and strong and that be just as valid as someone scheming or good with a sword. I wanted to write a girly-girl to embrace that femininity that I rejected as a teenager cause yay internalized misogyny!

But man, lemme tell you, I was struggling with her. I had this framework, but I didn't have a story for her. Frankly, for awhile, I thought that Alicent might encourage her to marry Otto for protection or something. I just didn't know what was going to happen to her.

So I decided to try roleplay her in some roleplay groups and toss her against other characters and see what I could come up with. It's something I've always done with original characters and I wasn't committed to writing a fic yet. and then my friend Ramses goes 'what if we did an AU and you throw her at Aegon?' (so age down Abby so her and Aegon are the same age vs her being his mother's age) because the type of character she was, she might be good with Aegon.

And then... the rest is history. Putting Abby against Aegon basically unlocked that third eye and suddenly Abby's story and her place in the world of Westeros clicked: She's someone the Team Green kids needed.

With Abby, Helaena could have a friend her age who accepted her for who she was, Aemond had a nerdy friend who enjoyed books, and Aegon? Aegon had a friend who always supported him, who he got to play conquering hero to her damsel in the games they'd play as children. a young!Abby took one look at the wet eyed cat boy and immediately went I'll love you and I'll show you how wonderful I think you are.

Aegon and Abby are definitely foils for each other. Abby thinks of others first, Aegon doesn't. He goes in on himself in his melancholy, she goes outside of herself. They are both desperate to please in their own ways, they are incredibly hungry for love. They are both outsiders in their worlds, and alone except for each other. Abby has the patience that Aegon needs, and Aegon has the ego to push Abby to be more 'selfish' and look out for herself more. In Abby, Aegon can take care of someone, he can look outside of himself and be there for someone. In Aegon, Abby can let herself be cared for. There's patience and there's drive, there's possessiveness and feralness from both of them. Both of these kids are unwell, Abby just... masks it better? It's not as obvious? (she's named for an Asshai blood priestess and is heiress to the haunted castle of your nightmares my happy sunshine baby is not well)

As for characters that inspired her and make her HER, the number one is very much Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket. Fruba is one of my favorite stories of all time, and it's a story about the cycle of abuse and generational trauma, and Tohru is the sunshine bubbly light girl... who is hiding her own grief and guilt at the loss of her mother. The fear that finding happiness again meaning she'd forgotten/lost her mother. And she takes on everyone's pain but does not share her own. And that always really resonated with me. It's very real. And it's a story that resonated to me along with Sansa's that I could appreciate as I was older.

I'm so sorry there's SO MUCH RAMBLING and I have no idea if this makes any sense. I don't know if I talk about Abby enough - I'm not used to getting questions about her LOL so thank you for this!

#oc: abrogail strong #aegon x abby #my babiest girl #there's so much work into this character and years of unpacking my own internalized traumas and misogyny #Abby is NOT ME #but she does help me process and work out some things I struggle with myself #gee tag

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kvnyin · 1 year

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Spare Me, Love

Pairing: Lee Know x M!Reader

Words: Just a quick something :)

R18+?: Semi, Minors DNI

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“Your hands are cold.”

“Why are you telling me the obvious?”

“Maybe you couldn’t feel them?”

Minho sighed and gently slipped his hand out of yours to which you immediately caught and put back.

He turned to the side to hide a small smile, it’s always been the small things for him.

“Look at your small hands, they lock perfectly with mine who woulda thought. Aren’t you happy that your hands are warm now?”

“Be quiet your disturbing the water.”

You blankly stared at the back of his head with his gaze fixated on the faucet.

Right.

You guys were bathing and discussing what goes on with life when your souls are apart.

It’s rare nowadays to have him so close and pure like this, most days he’s too exhausted to bathe and often falls asleep on the edge of the bed.

Minho had been gone for a couple of months due to promotion, of course it was lonely but what can you do?

You love him to death, your heart yearns for him when he leaves but it also understands that he’ll return when he can.

You knew it would be difficult to be consistent with him and his schedule but love conquers all.

Thinking about Minho’s hard days at work, you were suddenly hit with overwhelming affection for the smaller male.

With no hesitation you let the words you were thinking slip out.

“I wish you realized how beautiful and loved you are.”

Minho quickly whips his head back to face you, his mouth slightly agape.

“Do you have a death wish?”

Your look of confusion quickly bubbled to a laughing fit, Minho didn’t look an ounce pleased with you but little did he know these were one of many traits that you absolutely adored about him.

“You gonna love me to death?”

“The only thing you’re gonna love is the cold hard ground.”

Your eyes softened the more you stared at the petite male, the man in-front of you has completely flipped your world inside out and made you his loyal accomplice.

“Has anyone told you that you have pretty kissable lips Minnie?”

“Yes.”

You instantly frowned at his response and now it was his turn to laugh at your expressions, you looked away and sighed.

He rolled his eyes and quickly landed a peck on your lips.

“Though you’re the only one who can actually get a taste.”

To say you were swooned right then and there was an understatement.

You were in love.

The way he easily makes your heart thump with just simple gestures.

How he picks on you but immediately makes it up with a small kiss on the temple.

He’ll go on and on about the dish you want to eat and says it’s a waste of time but yet you’ll come home to it ready on your guy’s dinner table.

Whenever you guys get into a disagreement, he’ll approach you a couple hours later with all three cats and claim they missed you, not him.

How could you not fall for Lee Min Ho?

And here you are, dating him for an on-going three years and more.

Maybe it was destined that the black cat Minho was bound to meet you, the radiating golden retriever.

With that thought concluded, you leaned in and sealed the mist between his lips and yours.

He’ll be shy at first and freeze but eventually his hands grasp themselves on your bare chest, deepening the kiss to taste the sweet bit of you more.

Your hand travels down to his thighs, giving them a squeeze signaling that he’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

Breathless, you guys part with a string of saliva and flushed faces.

You immediately dove for his neck, smothering it in millions of loving, hungry and sweet suckles.

His pants and pleads are setting off every switch in your body, it’s almost scary how hungry you are for a taste of him.

Minho can sense that you’re done with the foreplay and when your lidded eyes meet his to ask he answers by positioning himself on your lap.

The once flushed and pleading male is now on-top of you with a devious smirk.

Tonight’s going to be long.

“Spare me, love.”

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a/n: heyyooo!! it’s been a while since i’ve last updated AND seen you guys. How was everyone been?? I missed all of you and welcome to the new comers! To celebrate my return i decided to write a little treat for Lee Know stans, and to of course update for y’all again. It’s my first time making something suggestive so if it seems unrealistic or just plain out dumb i’m sorry they’ll be better in the future!!

#stray kids #stray kids x male reader #lee min ho #lee know #lee know stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x stay #fanfic #skz lee know #skz #skz fanfic #stray kidz #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you

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blurredcolour · 2 months

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Okayokayokay, now that I've digested and reread the chapter approximately 5000 times, I'm ready to talk about it.

PART 6 WAS PERFECT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS OVER CRIES IN TRUST SERIES

I can't even imagine how jarring it must have been to the reader to be back stateside after years in the war effort. And so suddenly too. One day you're sitting in briefing, discussing war strategies, and the next you're helping your mom grow cucumbers. Literally, how do you even cope with that?

I love that reader is keeping up with her knitting though 🥰🥰 Very insensitive of Zig Zig to be born in the summer and making her mom wait six months before she starts using the warmer wool garments smh.

I KNEW HER FATHER WAS BUILDING A NURSERY IMMEDIATELY!! A little project to distract him from the loss of his son and the impending arrival of his granddaughter. Love that for him. Also, I just know that he narrowed his eyes every time he saw Bucky's portrait in Clara's room like "your days are numbered if you don't do the right thing, Major >.>"

As usual, the letters were perfect. "Please let her know I'm thinking about her" aka not Bucky already wanting to make a good impression on the in-laws. "All sorts of baby animals" & "some have theirs in the summer" aka the army is so lucky these two are not codebreakers, they are so bad at this LMFAO. Alan Turing would have been in tears if they had been assigned to his team at Bletchley Park. And reader underlining "safely" in her letter? Please, she knows him so well. And him wanting to know how SHE is like stop, I love them. ALSO "film has always failed to properly capture the radiance of the sun" aka the moment I ✨ died ✨

And I love love love how reader keeps him informed of how his team is doing in the MLB. This is true love, people.

But let's take a moment to thank modern technology because like, six weeks to get a letter?? Letters are romantic, sure, but I don't know how these people cope with living in this Schrodinger's Cat situation. Couldn't be me.

Baby Clara "Zig Zig" Mae Egan, a trailblazer from birth. One of the first GI Bill babies? Please, this girl is set to conquer the entire world while her parents clap and encourage her in the background. I love how reader only sees Bucky in her because I BET that aside from the "Dumbo ears", Bucky only sees reader in Clara. I love this little family so much.

AND WE WERE BLESSED BY A BUCKY POV MOMENT AGAIN, THANK YOOOOOOU!! I just know Bucky went around camp showing everyone the pictures and the footprints like "this is my famous doll and this is our perfect daughter." And the pictures were always in his pocket for the harder times at camp. He also immediately went to Alexander in "draw me like one of you French girls" fashion. Poor guy thought Bucky was going to ask for a map of all the guard towers in the stalag, but nope. He needed a portrait to send back home to his girls.

A round of applause to Buck who apparently has a gift to scare reader shitless at any opportunity. Girlie for sure complains about this to Marge, who finds it utterly hilarious.

I have no words for them seeing each other again after almost two years. It was so sweet, and so tender, and sooo perfect.

But honestly reader's family is soooooo unserious. I died when they were like "Bucky can't sleep on the sofa, he doesn't fit there" like, babes, what are you talking about?? I thought y'all would say he couldn't take the sofa because he just escaped The Horrors™️. "He's simply too long" like dndiashdisohdio

BABY EGEN #2 WAS MADE THAT NIGHT ON READER'S CHILDHOOD BED THIS IS CANON.

I hope that morning reader pulled her little baby album and showed Bucky all she documented from the first months of Clara's life. And my headcannon is that Bucky planned Clara's first birthday party himself to make up for the time he lost in a way. Called Buck like "you and Marge have plans for the 22nd. If that's the day of your wedding, postpone. The fact that you haven't come meet my kid yet is frankly insulting. See you soon, bye." And just like me, Clara will take her first steps on the day of her first birthday, I'm speaking it into existence.

I love how reader and Marge started a friendship already. How did they find each other? And the other girls (Vi, Mary, Beth, and Myrtle)?? Has reader told them all about little Clara too?

And as I told you in the DMs yesterday, baby Clara will be the star of Buck and Marge's wedding. All the guys that were in the stalag with them will act like they're meeting a celebrity as a way to poke fun at Bucky for always showing them her picture.

I loved this series so much (will soon reblog all the parts to my sideblog, so warning for notifs lol). Thank you for sharing it with us ❤️❤️ I'm keeping my eyes peeled for that POW Camp fic you teased 👀

Beatrizzzzz your incredible asks are one of my favourite parts of posting a chapter hahahah

But honestly I cannot imagine the whiplash our dear reader went through after her ‘medical evacuation’?!

Like she’d never even been on a plan before and all of a suddenly she’s flung across the world in roughly one day, ripped out of Wycombe Abbey and plonked down into her childhood home to do quaint home front things and gestate her baby - incomprehensible.

Hahahaha I mean Clara didn’t really get to pick her due date, that was definitely Bucky and the readers doing 👀 but yes! So many baby things were knit! And skills were perfected!

I adore the thought of reader’s dad threatening Bucky’s portrait 😂 totally tracks with her fear that he might murder the man in the tool shed

I’m SO PLEASED you loved their letters - they were the first things I wrote in this part hahah

Wrote the narrative around them. But yeaaaaaah subtle as a heart attack these two. And she really really really didn’t want Buck to write her and say “your boy got shot running away to see you” hence all the underlining.

Of course we needed a Bucky POV the instant that reader finally came clean and laid all her cards on the table! Absolutely required!!

Poor Buck really means well he just doesn’t really know how to go about sharing news without almost making her heart stop first 🤣 never gonna live it down

Hahahahahha reader’s parents are practical people ok?! Boy showed up unannounced typically that means he gets the couch. They don’t really get what he’s been through, it’s all so removed for them - but he got a bed anyway!!! And his doll for a pillow 😏

You bet there’s another baby in that oven, honestly I think reader is gonna have a hard time NOT conceiving…her poor body

That baby book is definitely thoroughly combed through once Clara is taking her nap that day don’t you worry

And Bucky will refer back to it frequently when he finds sleep difficult to hold onto in the nights to come

The birthday party, the wedding, all very big events all within days of each other down in Texas

Reader and Marge’s friendship is based on an ask where she probably got Buck to forward reader’s address and they get along like a house on fire. Reader definitely has a wide circle of friends to send letters to including Ruth, Vi, Mary, and even Myrtle who might be opening her heart to a handsome RAF man.

And most definitely little Clara is the most popular girl at Marge and Buck’s wedding but thankfully Marge is kind hearted about being upstaged by a precocious one year old.

It has been such a joy to share this story with you all and honestly?! Already up to my eyeballs in research for the next fic!!!!

#answered asks #trust universe

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raining-anonymously · 2 years

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ok i've been thinking about the card kingdom. we all know the deal—they lived in harmony with the lightners (presumably meaning they were played with as the majority are toys), until one day the classroom was abandoned and locked up.

obviously, this did not have a good affect on the darkners, even leaving the king of spades vulnerable to manipulation by the knight. for reference, i imagine the timeline to be something like

classroom abandoned -> gaster or whoever contacts jevil -> jevil locked away -> knight contacts spade -> spade conquers the other kings -> the closet door is opened -> deltarune ch 1 begins.

oh yeah, and at some point the fountain starts existing.

anyway, when the classroom was first locked up, everyone was just kinda chilling. there was no knight, or gaster(??), or grim awareness that your world doesn't exist. only a wide variety of negative emotions resulting from the lightners' abandonment.

i imagine rouxls and jevil would feel some of the least effect, seeing as they were never played with much to begin with, being the rules card and the oft-discarded joker respectively. and based on lancer seeming to know nothing about lightners other than his dad's propaganda, as well as lancer being a literal child, i'd say he wasn't conscious/has no memory of before the lightners left. maybe clover too, since she seems a bit on the younger side.

but the other cards definitely feel the effects, and we know that the king of spades was furious. the chess pieces and the blocks and the top and whatnot all likely experienced a loss as well. but—and this may just be me indulging Blorbo Thoughts—the character who i think would be affected incredibly severely is seam.

think about it. when we ask seam about the lightners, the way they're described is almost reverential. gods, creators, those who gave the darkners purpose, and all said with a smile... seam's surpassing ralsei-levels of lightner worship there. and despite dismissing susie and kris and their hero status, seam does appear to recognize their power by the end of chapter 1/start of chapter 2, implying they'll be able to defeat more jevil-level enemies. there's even some—dare i say—hope? anyway, right after the whole "lightners are so cool" spiel, Seam's expression turns noticeably grim while recounting the lightner's abandonment—only to immediately take up an educational, objective tone, sharing history with the lancer fun squad without any of seam's own feelings about the matter. seam definitely did feel personally abandoned, choosing to use the phrase "left US behind," specifically including seam's own self in the pronoun usage. then seam mentions that even among the king's own troops, some still distantly hope the lightners will return... while smiling. read into that as you will.

now, all this dialogue is very interesting (or not if that isn't your thing), but why would seam be more affected by the abandonment than, say, a card? well, seam happens to be a plush toy. not only that, but one that has clearly been loved to the point of needing many repairs. we've all seen the theories that seam was catti's doll, or toriel's, or whoever's-else's, but what all these have in common is that seam was someone's beloved plushie. to go from being a favorite among lightners, or even one special lightner, to complete isolation from those who gave seam purpose—well, that couldn't have been fun. sure, at first seam had jevil, but that. uh. really did not end well.

by the time we meet seam, poor cat's definitely got some ~abandonment issues~, but these are purposely played off by establishing to us early on that seam does not care about anything. "it makes no difference to me." "that's nothing." etc. seam even encourages us not to buy things from the seap, and why would you need to buy from seam's old wares when there's a music shop? and honestly, the signs point to seam believing that even if the lightners did return, nothing would change or go back to the way it was. to quote seam, "Neither Light nor Dark hold a future for a Darkner in my condition."

anyway if seam does not get All the Happy Endings i am going to replay undertale and stop at the dog room and keep the annoying dog trapped in my inventory forever out of pure spite

#i did not proofread this #deltarune #deltarune analysis #seam #seam deltarune #utdr #deltarune ch 1 #jevil #last part is /j #deltarune theory #is this a theory? i dont know i dont do posts like this #long post

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ameliedebruyne · 2 years

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Writerblr Introduction

About me

Amélie (she/her).

Early 30s.

Writer of Romantic Fantasy.

French writing in English, living in the UK back in France.

Scientist (MSc in Chemical Engineering, PhD in Biomedical Research).

I'm part of the Nanowrimo, 4theWords, and World Anvil writing communities.

On tumblr since 2018, but I haven't really talked about my writing before or interacted with the writeblr community and I'd like to change that!

My novels and favourite tropes

I have a finished novel that I'm currently submitting to agents, 3 other novels in various stages of revision, and a ton of WIPs.

My favourite tropes and settings are:

ennemies-to-lovers romances (in all my stories XD),

magical schools/universities (I've worked in academia for a few years XD),

alternative history (especially 19th century France),

science fantasy and magical technologies,

characters who are some kind of researchers/engineers/teachers,

some disabled characters (I have chronic back pain),

LGBTQ+ -friendly settings.

Beyond novels

I also love:

writing about my characters and worlds on World Anvil,

taking part in worldbuilding challenges with World Anvil,

making art of dubious quality to illustrate my worlds,

reading about science and history,

taking cat pics! (especially Luna, my parents' cat).

Website

For a full list of my WIPs, short and flash fictions, and art of dubious quality:

Main WIPs

Courtship/Rituals of Blood and Power

Finished novel.

Romantic Fantasy.

Need a new novel title, suggestions welcome.

MC inherits the ladyship of a noble house and the enmity of the Dark Lord sworn to destroy it, and she organises a series of elaborate courtship rituals to get other powerful mages to vie for her hand and offer her alliances that could help her survive. Unfortunately, said Dark Lord immediately declares himself as one of her suitors...

The Magical University of Lille

2nd draft.

Fantasy (romance in book 2), Alternative 1850s France.

Aka HP from a teacher's POV.

MC is a teacher having to deal with bad students, deadly competitions for funding and promotion, having the Chosen One as a student, and the attention of a Dark Lord.

Portal To Sérannie

2nd draft.

Current Nanowrimo 2022 project.

Romantic Portal Fantasy.

Inspired by a tumblr prompt!

MC was called to another world to save them from a Dark Lord, but after succeeding she was sent back to France. She is furious and ready to do anything to go back and get the glory she was promised!

Engineering Corps

1st draft

Romantic Science Fantasy, Alternative 1845 France.

Set during the French revolutionary wars. MC is the new leader of the military engineering corps, but she is distrusted because she was born Flemish, in lands recently conquered by France. This is not good at a time when the guillotine is very active...

Divine Tyranny

Novel project - worldbuilding almost finished, novel partly planned.

Project for World Anvil's World Ember 2022 (December worldbuilding event)

Romantic Fantasy.

In a world where gods are all-powerful, walk among mortals, and gleefully meddle with their life, MC is an archivist advising people on how to deal with them while trying to avoid having to do so herself. It becomes harder when a god suddenly wants to mess up the archival records.

Dark Lord Seduction Plan

Novel project - novel plotted, worldbuilding to do

Project for World Ember 2022 (December worldbuilding event)

Romantic Fantasy.

MC is forced by her family to marry, but if she is going to do so, it will only be with the most eligible man in the country. And who is more eligible than the Dark Lord? She only needs to make him realise how amazing she is herself!

#writers #writeblr #writeblr intro #writing community #wip intro #writers on tumblr #writblr introduction #world anvil #fantasy #writeblr community

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lericekrispie · 6 months

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DIGITAL GRIMOIRE- TAROT WORK

Tarot is a powerful and easy tool for everyday witch work. Reading Tarot flexes your intuition muscle, helps you learn insight about yourself and the world, and can be a tool for spells. When working with Tarot, it is important to remember that there are no coincidences, from the message, what card you choose, to even the deck.

It is important to introduce and cleanse a new deck. Think of a deck as a new pet, or a new roommate. Decks don’t always hold spirits, much like how every object doesn’t hold a spirit, but as witches we mostly only pick up decks with spirits or beings attached to them. Decks are lightning rods for spirits to be interested and attracted and to bind to, with the unique advantage of being a witches tool with the ability to communicate. When you first get a new deck, treat it as a guest in your home. You wouldn’t take a new dog into your house and immediately start commanding it to sit, over and over again. If you get a new deck and immediately try to use it, it’ll be confused, overwhelmed, and start to distrust you. Some more experienced decks may be able to handle the shock, but it doesn’t lay a good base of foundation.

With a new deck, you want to give the deck time to adjust, as well as cleansing it. A week is about a good time to give a deck typically, but sometimes it can go faster or slower based on what the temperament and spirit is like. It may take longer if it is shy or may not vibe with your frequency at the moment. It may go shorter if it is really enthusiastic and loves talking to people. Ways to get to know your deck is by learning and evaluating its cards, sleeping with the deck under your pillow or in your bed, or meditating with it. You can also just put it in a bag and let it come with you throughout your day, so it can see how you are as a person.

To cleanse your deck, you are going to want to use smoke, air, knocking, or vibrations. You can smudge, incense, or smoke on your deck, or you can breathe on it and imagine blowing all the dust and bad energy off of it like blowing out a candle. You can knock on it three times, like you're knocking out the bad energy. Or you can ring bells or chants, just like with other sound cleansing. You can also marinate* a deck as well, this works particularly well with shy decks or shell shocked decks or stubborn decks, however, an enthusiastic charismatic deck might become shell shocked from such experience. You should cleanse your deck whenever it asks to, or whenever you feel like other energies have muddled and distorted the energies in the deck and prevents messages from coming forward clearly. Marination is to set a deck to a completely flat frequency, so if a deck enjoys the energy it has going on you should only do the other forms of cleansing and not something so intense.

Your deck might want you to know its story before you start working together, or it might not. Some questions you could ask it include

What type of spirit are you?

What is your card?

Do you know what my card is? How do you perceive me?

Did you have a life before attaching to this deck? What was it like?

Like with deities, you will come to learn what decks do and don’t like. For my Moon Deck, Astrid and Ester, they like rose petals and moonlight and crystals to charge. Dahlia likes peace, serenity, and a candle to work, and Mist likes cat imagery and crystals. I had one deck that was given to me as a challenge from a deity to conquer who hated his box, and demanded that I throw it away as soon as possible and I just carried the cards around loosely. Some decks will be of higher demand, as my challenge deck required to be on my person when I was at work. Some decks will be lower demand, like Dahlia who only comes out when she wants to give healing advice. Even if you aren’t doing Tarot consistently, some decks just want to be a part of your life and held, like Jupiter, my Light Elder Witch’s main deck.

Quirks concerning decks can happen as well. Decks can decide that they don’t like you, and that you are actually supposed to be the delivery boy to give the deck to the correct person. Your deck can decide that you are not powerful enough to wield it, and may make you wait, possibly years before it decides you are at its level. Your deck can have multiple spirits in it, like my Moon deck with two women, Astrid and Ester. If your deck is particularly power hungry or malicious, it can try to eat the spirits within your other decks and may need to be separated and have consequences.

Decks have a tendency to fit within relationship standards, like Astrid and Ester seem to be my girls, like roommates, best friends, or sisters. While Dahlia seems to be an older mentor or guide, but still one of the girls. However, Mist seems to fit the role of a child, referring to me as mom and to my Elder Witch’s as his Aunties. If you need to, with a deck that is not behaving, you can put your other decks with seniority or higher power by or on top of that deck to have that deck talk and remind them of what’s allowed and what’s not allowed.

Decks can be talented at different things, such as spirits can be talented at different things. In my Moon deck, Astrid works with personal relationships between people. She likes to see how human relationships form and interact, and she likes to give advice on such. Ester, in the Moon Deck, likes to talk about the future. Whenever she shows up in a reading, which is less frequent then Astrid, it means something down the line is going to happen. Dahlia is only to be used for healing, and she doesn’t like people interpreting or putting her cards upside down. Mist likes structure, when you give him directions on Tarot spreads, and is overall well rounded. He also likes to stick his nose in places it doesn’t belong and tell you information that people don’t want you knowing. My Light Elder Witch has a deck named Pippins that is to be used for fortune telling but only big important life events, and my Dark Elder Witch has a deck that is a Cursed deck and holds a Vampiric Spirit that is used in baneful spells. Some people in life will be called to have a full roster of many different decks, like me and My Elder Dark Witch, while people like my Light Witch feel like they only need one or two. It’s all about what you are made for and what feels right- what your soul journey is supposed to be.

The best way to learn Tarot is to do your own research with your own deck, so I’m only writing down information that one may not know from research alone. Have fun!

*Marination refers to putting herbs and cleansing spices and items into a box with the thing you want to marinate and leaving it there for a couple of days without disturbance. For example, for my Friday the 13th spooky deck Mist, I put in cinnamon, berry bush branches and dried berries, fall leaves, and a black handkerchief to wrap him up in.

#mine #text post #My Digital Grimoire #witchcraft #witchblr #witchcore #witches #tarot cards #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot deck #spirituality #advice #i normally don't share my grimoire but im proud of this so here you guys go lmao

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dystopyx-blog · 12 days

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My Ever Mad and Wondrous World of Moths and Whimsy

An entirely self indulgent story of wish fulfillment.

CHAPTER ONE

Mr. Katz sat across from me, lapping up a cup of earl grey. I often forget about his fondness of drinks such as tea, though I honestly shouldn't. He's still a human man at heart, even if he does have the head of a black cat. His rough tongue lapped up the tea in that familiar catlike manner; perhaps that was why I forget his fondness of human treats over feline ones? Despite consuming what is made for humans, he is still consuming it like a cat would.

His golden eyes stared at the space behind me, bright and luminous as the lights that surround my cottage home. It was those very lights that had originally brought Mr. Katz to my home all those years ago. Of course, attracting cat-headed enchanters was not the purpose of those lights. What an oddly specific thing to try and attract to one's home! No, I surround my living quarters in dozens of floating celestial orbs of bright glowing light for the same reason anyone else would: to attract moths.

I must've been staring, for Mr. Katz cleared his throat and set down the teacup. "Rose." He addressed me in his crisp, gentlemanly voice.

"Yes, Mr. Katz?"

"Are you going to explain what I'm looking at?"

"No."

"Rose,"

"Mr. Katz."

"Why is there a naked man in your home?"

"He's not naked." I furrowed my brows.

"I suppose he isn't," Mr. Katz furrowed his own fuzzy brows. "If you consider bedsheets clothing."

"I'm assuming from your tone you don't."

"I do not."

"Well then," I looked back at the rather large man standing awkwardly behind me. Indeed, he was wearing nothing but a bedsheet. "I suppose in that case he is naked."

"Where did he come from, Rose?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Where do any of us come from?"

"Rose."

"Would you believe me if I told you he's always been here?"

"Rose."

"Y'know, just saying my name a bunch won't convince me to reveal my secrets."

"Rose."

"Alright, alright, I turned a moth into a man!"

"Rose-"

"A human man! And I named him Ezekiel!"

He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. I could imagine his very patience being exhaled along with his breath. "Honestly I shouldn't even be surprised."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!"

"... C'mon."

"Hey! I mean I get it, but hey!"

He just sighed again and stood up.

Apparently my new friend didn't like this, because he immediately rushed over to me, holding onto the back of my chair and glaring at Mr. Katz. Mr. Katz stopped moving, raising his arms in surrender, but Mothy liked that even less, increasing the intensity of his glare.

It was then that I released a sigh of my own and gave the previously-a-moth man a reassuring pat on the arm. He looked at me as if to ask if I was sure, and I nodded my head.

Katz sighed again and sat back down. "I just-" I stopped myself, turning to my new mothy companion. I couldn't find a way to express what I wanted to say in words.

Fortunately, Mr. Katz understood anyway.

"You still miss them, don't you?"

I didn't respond verbally, knowing that if I did it would just come out shaky and sad. So instead I just nibbled on my lower lip and nodded.

"I see."

"Yeah…"

It was silent for a second. We just sat there, Mr. Katz with his tea, and me with my moth man. The previously lighthearted mood became heavy and uncomfortable.

It always was when discussing my old coven.

Fire.

It devours all in its path. Unbiased, unburdened, uncaring. It has no motivation other than to continue growing and devouring.

That could not be said for the golden flames.

The all consuming flames of gold ate everything in its path with some unknown vengeance. It didn’t move like fire is supposed to. Fire spreads, but the golden fire conquered. Fire is supposed to be unbiased and neutral, but this fire had an agenda, a plan, a goal. And what were supposed to be uncaring flames seemed determined to accomplish it. But most of all, fire doesn’t think; it simply does.

This fire thought.

I don’t know what the golden fire hoped to accomplish, but it knew, and that’s all that mattered.

Like an ocean of gold it washed over everything in its path, leaving nothing but dirt. Not even charred remains remained where its gaping maw touched. It left nothing. It destroyed everything.

And that included my family.

Five in all, if you include myself. However, the flickering flames did not. Just like that, my family was taken from me. No bones left behind to remind the world of their existence. Only me to stand in as the remnants of my family.

I am their bones.

I had to run. Of course I had to run. The flames had already eaten so much, and I had no clue when they would stop. So I had to run.

Run until I could fly.

Thankfully I had Callista, my horse-sized black and white tiger moth. Magically enhanced so that she could carry my weight with no detriments to her own well-being. She’s the perfect steed, and that fact was cemented as she carried me nautical miles away from those godforsaken flames.

I thought I'd never have to worry about them again, but…

“Recently there have been reports of golden flames nearby.”

Mr. Katz sucked in air through his teeth, creating a whistling sound that wasn’t altogether too unpleasant for the ears.

“How nearby?” He asked.

“Well…” My hands fiddled with Ezekiel's much larger ones. “Not at all, actually. But can you blame me for being scared?”

“I cannot.”

"Good, because I am. When the moths reported it to me, I wanted to call for you right away-"

"And why didn't you? You know I would've been here immediately."

"I know that, but the sort of comforting presence this situation requires is the more… present sort of comforting presence. And you're not always present. You have your own life. I'd feel too guilty constantly calling you over. But my moths…"

"They're practically always here." He finished for me. I nodded.

"Well," he continued. "That explains why you didn't call for my assistance. But why is he-" He gestured towards Ezekiel, who was still eyeing him apprehensively, though with notably more sleepy and comfortable eyes.

It was my turn to finish for Katz. "An extremely buff pretty boy of a human man?"

He was silent.

"Yes. Why is the moth a buff human man."

"You're not going to ask why he's pretty?"

"This is you, Rose, I'd be more surprised if he weren’t pretty.

"True."

"But why is he so-"

"Buff?"

"Well built."

"Well put, Mr. Katz!"

"Thank you, you are dodging the question."

"Am I?"

"Rose."

"It makes me feel safer."

He was silent yet again. I had an uncanny ability to make him go completely silent to process my words. To be fair, there's a lot to process in the things I say.

To be even more fair, he's a quiet and contemplative person as it is, with or without my words to be quiet and contemplative over.

What he said next, however, made me take a moment of silence.

"But I thought you only liked buff women, as you prefer them overall, and the sort of men that you’re attracted to are lean and feminine?"

This silence, however, was short lived.

"I wasn't trying to make myself a significant other, Katz!"

Ezekiel, who had at that point somehow fallen asleep practically on top of me, was startled awake by my shouting.

"That'd be weird!" I exclaimed. "I'm not about that life! And if I was, I would make myself a girlfriend - wait, no, I wouldn't, that would still be weird!"

Mr. Katz's brilliant yellow eyes were blown wide at my outburst, and he had the decency to at least look a little ashamed of himself. (Though overall I think he was mostly just amused…)

I then explained, "I picked Ezekiel to turn human because he happened to already want to be human. It was a win-win situation. I turn him human to fulfill his wish, and he gets a big strong buff man body for my own sake of mind. Win-win!”

Ezekiel, seemingly understanding I was talking about him, wrapped himself around my shoulders.

After taking another cat-like sip of his tea, Katz responded, “And that is all?”

"Whaddaya mean by that?"

Instead of elaborating, Katz changed the subject. “I’m surprised you didn’t name him something like Motthew.”

“Oh, I considered it.” I confessed. “You changed the subject.”

“I must’ve gotten that from you.”

“Katz,”

“You can’t use my own tricks on me, my dear.”

“Katz,”

“You’re wasting your breath, dear,”

“Kaaaaaatz,”

“You won’t get a peep from me,”

“Kitty,”

“Especially considering,”

“Kitty Kitty Katz Katz,”

“I’ve quite forgotten whatever it was that I didn’t say.”

I stared at him, unimpressed.

“And did you seriously call me “Kitty Kitty Katz Katz?”

“I’ve quite forgotten what it is we’ve been talking about.”

“That’s another thing I’ve picked up from you.”

“You better pick your ass up and run before I quite forget I want you alive.”

He simply sipped from his teacup. “Classy.”

We both laughed.

"Okay, but in all seriousness now," I leaned forward, putting on a more serious face so he would know I was serious. He seemed to pick up on it and he placed down his teacup. I reached across the table for his hand. "Thank you. For always being here for me…” I smiled at him. “You're seriously my best friend."

He returned the smile. “And you're mine.”

We shared a soft, genuine moment of silence together. Ezekiel was staring at Katz' hand in mine and went to grab my free hand. Understanding him to be a very physically affectionate type of guy, I brought him closer to me, which he took as an opportunity to rest his head on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around me from behind. Katz smiled softly at the two of us.

"Well, it seems you don't need my help, so I will be taking my leave." He moved to get up again and this time Mothy didn't respond to it - probably because he was already practically asleep in my arms. "I will see you again, my dearest companion. If you ever need me, just ring the bell. I will come running."

I smiled fondly at him. "You always do."

He grinned back.

"I always do."

#original story #original fiction #original characters #Moths #Moth story #Moth witch #Original fantasy #self indulgent fic #Just for fun #Original fantasy world

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crackship-connoisseur · 25 days

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Voltron Legendary Defender rework

The basics

Oh gd here we go. Where do I even begin with this one. I know a lot of you are gonna hate me for this but pretty much everything past s6e2 I don't consider canon except for like. 2 things maybe. I'm still marinating this one so bare with me as I try to remember what I'm planning on fixing here.

Lotor isn't straight up evil. He isn't trying to commit blood libel genocide against a secret colony of Alteans that he currated. That was an incredibly bad choice on the writer's part. All he is is quintessence poisoned because of his parents and it gives him anger issues and an unhealthy obsession with his altean heritage, but other than that he is solidly on team voltron.

Lotor is also stuck as a 19 year old. He and Allura were childhood best friends who were engaged before Zarkon took over, and because of his quintessence poisoning, he ended up stuck at the age he last saw Allura for all 10,000 years she was in stasis. It isn't until Allura helps him wean off of his poisoning that he starts aging and maturing normally. This fixes any weird age gap issues.

The Altean colony isn't founded by Lotor. Like Lotor says, there were many Aleans who were off-planet when Zarkon attacked, but instead of Lotor being the one to gather them all together, they gathered themselves together on a planet hidden within the quantum abyss. Lotor just got lucky and somehow found it while he was still conquering planets for his father, and tried to take it over.

Season 7-8 straight up aren't canon except for 2 episodes. Those episodes being The Last Stand parts 1 & 2. Or at least conceptually they're canon. I like the idea of Sendak invading earth, but I'm not sure about the 3 year time skip.

This one is nitpicky but characters wont just straight up guess things and be right. And we also wont go into things guns blazing and having characters get blown the fuck up 4 episodes into the first season. We're taking our time with it, and especially fleshing out voltron team bonding and bonding with their lions. In other words, Zarkon won't find them immediately.

The lions will also get more of a character to them and have some substance other than being big hunks of cat-shaped metal to aimlessly spin around in space for every transformation sequence to get kids to buy their merch.

I'm also trying to write an entire show bible for this thing since the writers APPARENTLY couldn't be bothered, so I'm basically rebuilding this whole thing from the ground up. Pretty much everything needs to be fleshed out, fixed, or redone, down to the world building. This is going to be a hefty one.

As per usual, I don't know what I'm gonna do with all this information, but these are what I'm operating by when I make content for voltron.

Characters

Initial Keith + Lance explorations (2024), Allura + Lotor redesigns (2024), Galra redesign explorations with Keith (2024)

Fanfics

Links to be inserted

You can find everything else under #vld rework

#vld #vld rework

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tenebraevesper · 2 years

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Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer, Issue #4: Fallout (Part 4)

Introducing the last Issue of The Fallout Arc, we meet two more familiar characters and one unfamiliar who quickly shows why she’s awesome. Ladies and gentlemen - meet Tangle the Lemur!

As Sonic fights his way through another town invaded by Badniks, he comes across Tangle, who easily holds her own against the robots using her tail. She is a brand new character created for IDW!Sonic and (along with Whisper) became a playable character in Sonic Forces: Speed Battle.

As the battle rages on, we immediately see that Tangle is a heroic, optimistic and excitable characters who easily draws you in. She and Sonic instantly become buddies, working together to trash the Badniks that surround them.

It might feel a bit jarring that Tangle is all buddy-buddy with Sonic, but we’re talking about Sonic here - the guy who immediately befriends everyone who comes across, be it friend or foe. So them getting along feels quite natural, especially since they appear to be very similar in personality.

I had also been made aware that some people had been disappointed when Tangle had been revealed for the first time, as they had hoped that the Freedom Fighters would make a comeback. Unfortunately, it is what it is, and it appears that SEGA has lost interest in making any Archie/SatAM!Character return.

Nevertheless, we do see the return of another character. Encased in an inferno that destroys the nearby Badniks, none other but the Princess of the Sol Dimension - Blaze the Cat - makes her appearance.

Blaze meets up with Sonic and Tangle, and while Tangle is confused about who she is, Sonic quickly gives her the rundown on the situation; followed by Sonic spin-dashing into the Badniks while Blaze burns them to a crisp. Tangle also joins in on the fun, with the three eventually deciding that they need to take out the battleship above them.

Tangle uses her tail to send Sonic and Blaze flying, with Blaze then using her pyrokinesis to launch Sonic mid-air into the battleship, and I have to say I just love this panel:

Look at him! Pure gremlin energy! X3

Anyways, Sonic destroys the battleship with Blaze’s help and they meet up with Tangle (Sonic being slightly dazed). Tangle and Blaze introduce themselves to each other and Blaze explains that the Sol Emeralds had sent her here to prevent a terrible event, with Sonic telling her that she missed out on the action (basically, everything that happened in Sonic Forces).

Blaze figures that she should stay here, noting that there is a reason why the Sol Emeralds sent her to Sonic’s world. Sonic then decides to leave the two and go towards his next adventure, and honestly:

I just really love this panel. X3

However, we learn that Blaze isn’t the only old character that makes an appearance:

Why, hello, Dr. Eggman? What are you doing in this place and why aren’t you at your base coming up with a new plan to conquer the world? Now this is intriguing.

In any case, this was the last Issue of The Fallout Arc, and I feel that this story has a very strong start, especially with the mystery surrounding Dr. Eggman and what is going on behind the scenes.

Links:

#Previous Issue

#Next Issue

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer #sonic the hedgehog #tangle the lemur #blaze the cat #dr eggman #sonic idw #sonic forces #sonic forces speed battle

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ancient-cats-unite · 2 years

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Ototo's New Recruit

Elmo joins Ototo's development team.

Elmo strutted out of his room, Yoyo tailing behind him.

"So what's next on the tour?"

"We only get this hallway. However we do have a small kitchen!"

Yoyo led him to the kitchen near the entrance. Pots and pans were neatly stored in cupboards. A small stove sponsored by the Iron Legion had some grease stuck to it. A cat eating rice sat on the ground.

"That's T-Bone, she's like a black hole. Shes also our culinary expert, her lasagna can feed the whole Cat Army."

Elmo walked over to stand where T-Bone was.

"Hello!"

She gobbled down the last bit of her rice. She put the bowl in the sink.

"Hi. Do you like cookies?"

"Yeah!"

"Great. I can get some for you, but you need to get something for me."

Elmo scratched his head. Then he had an execllent idea.

"Do you like carrots? My friend gave me a good one. Brave Cutter Approved."

"Brave Cutter? The Grandon Mining Cutter? Alright lets see this carrot!"

Elmo went back to his room and got the carrot. It had a couple bruises but no mold. He went back to the kitchen and gave T-Bone the carrot. She ate the tip.

"Mmm.. that's pretty good. You weren't kidding. Maybe I'll make some soup with it."

"That sounds pretty good."

T-bone handed Elmo a bag full of sugar cookies from the shelf.

"Here you go. My treat. See you around."

"Oh wow! Thanks!"

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The two were going to leave the cabin, but a crackling sound caught their attention.

"What was that? Did something pop a fuse?"

The two ran to the sound's origin. It came from a dark painted door. "KEEP OUT!" was written on a large sign. "Please?" was written on a smaller sticky note.

"Oh. Thats Gordy's room. He'll be fine."

"Hold on, I have something I wanted to give him."

Elmo held up a fragment of the green crystal from his overalls pocket. It glew brighter, the etchings pulsing with energy. Taking a deep breath, he head inside.

Gordy was hacking up smoke in his room with some wiring gone wrong. He was working on a panel covered by a white tarp. The mysterious curtain covered a large margin of the room.

"YOU! Disgusting vermin, leave immediately!"

Gordy hissed. Yoyo and Elmo backed up.

"Not you, new kid. You can stay."

Yoyo huffed and left the room, closing the door. Gordy appeared behind Elmo and draped him with a part of his coat.

"Have you decided? That these WORTHLESS FOOLS aren't worth your time? With me, we will conquer the world with our MERCILESS ROBOT ARMY! Right now they're just cleaning robots, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

Elmo got some distance from Gordy. He pulled out the crystal, who strongly reacted to the machinery. Gordy snatched it immediately.

"You.. YOU.. You are a BLOODY GENIUS! This is a fraction of true power, I can power up my precious! Witness my creation, my dear assistant.. WITNESS THE BRINGER OF DESTRUCTION!"

Gordy unveiled the tarp to reveal.. to reveal.. a small metal Bun Bun. It makes a dent into the floor.

"Ah. I just need to implant it. I'm very grateful, these things grant immense power!The world shall be in my paws! Nya hahahahahahaha!!"

Elmo just stared. Gordy got nervous.

"Laugh with me. Its awkward."

So the two bringers of destruction laughed together.

Gordy hands Elmo a scrap metal cat. Its in decent shape with working cameras to boot. Elmo pats the cat on the head.

"My minion shall serve you well. Now begone! Evil awaits!"

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Elmo left the cabin. Yoyo wasn't anywhere, so maybe he could vibe with Hank? Hank was lying down, Ototo with him.

"Don't eat the butterflies anymore, Hank. Please."

"But.. preety.."

Hank perked up when Elmo came by. Ototo looked up as well.

"Frend! I got you preety butterflies!"

The jar had yellow butterflies in it. They all had cat faces.

"Ooh! I'll put this on my shelf. Thanks Hank!"

"Hey Elmo. Oh good, the uniform fits. Hank, could you go for a sec?""

Hank got up and ran somewhere else. Ototo looked Elmo up and down before putting two paws on his shoulders. He pulled out a beaded bracelet covered in metal and gold beads.

"Yoyo wanted to give you this. Remember you got really sad when you lost that friendship bracelet? He made you another one."

"Aw! I'll put it on right away!"

Elmo slipped on the bracelet. He gave Ototo a big hug, the mentor returning the favor.

"Thanks for letting me on the team."

"No problem Elmo."

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//What a nice wrap up! Probably the most I've written. A little bit of everyone is here! Let me know what else you want!//

#the battle cats #battle cats #tbc #feline fanfics #im going to make a seperate tag for them #now that this is done ill post it onto ao3

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