#i brought my tablet to school to work on this

[itsnicsalad]

waffles👍 i cant remember the last time i drew the emerald trio by themselves lol

#the owl house #toh #fanart #the owl house fanart #disney #willow park #gus porter #hunter deamonne #emerald trio #i brought my tablet to school to work on this #seriously though these last weeks have been super boring since weve finished all our internal assignments and just need to focus on exams #thank god today was my last day of class

[mercurialrain]

I Couldn’t Have, I Was Playing Hopscotch with Hawkmoth

Felix slid into his seat next to Dupain-Cheng, wondering what would happen today. 

It seemed that her new policy of dealing with Lila’s lies and the simultaneous ire of the class was to say whatever crazy thing popped into her head whenever they accused her of something. It had been rather entertaining, to say the least. 

The first time she’d done it, their faces had been so comical that it had made Felix wish he’d brought his camera to school. 

“Marinette! How could you shove Lila into the lockers?” Kim had stood in front of the crowd, his arms crossed in what was clearly meant to be an intimidating pose. 

Marinette had looked up with a blank expression. 

“I couldn’t have, I was playing hopscotch with Hawkmoth. He’s a really bad loser, so I had to leave before he had a full-on temper tantrum.” She had said it with the blandest tone he’d ever heard her use, which only added to the effect. 

Everyone’s mouths had opened and closed like a fish’s, trying to figure out how to respond to her answer. It was obviously not true, but how did someone respond to that?

She’d held Kim’s gaze, no trace of amusement on her face. 

It had worked exactly how he suspected she intended; they hadn’t managed to come up with anything before Bustier had come back in the room, breezily instructing everyone to turn to page 294 in their textbooks. 

The next time, it seemed that they had come a little better prepared, allowing Alix to lead the charge. She was notorious for having a witty retort to everything, so it made sense. Unfortunately, Marinette had also come with a plan. 

“Marinette! Care to tell us why you sabotaged Lila’s project in the art room?”

Marinette had held up a finger, digging in her backpack. The class had watched with interest, as this was the first reaction that hadn’t been outright hostile or bland. 

She’d pulled out her tablet and typed something before turning it around. 

Can’t talk. I lost my voice after too much yelling at the heavy metal concert I went to last night. 

Alix had blinked at the idea of sugar-sweet Marinette attending a heavy metal concert, but recovered quickly. “Ok, so type out why you destroyed her project!”

Some more typing, then a response. Couldn’t have, I was helping scientists extract DNA from mosquitoes in amber to make dinosaurs.

“That’s the plot of Jurassic Park!”

Where do you think they got the idea from?

Alix had stared for a moment more before throwing up her hands. “This is useless, she’s clearly gone off the deep end!” She’d stormed out, leaving the rest of the class behind, unsure of what to do now that they’d lost their ringer.

Again, Bustier had made the decision of what to do for them, coming in with a reminder of the worksheet they had due at the end of class. 

Needless to say, Felix believed that this was a very good use of her creative mind. Watching her outsmart the idiots of the class in her own way was endlessly amusing and had quickly become his favorite part of the day. 

Today, before the daily confrontation, Bustier had assigned them a project, a partner project with their deskmate. For Felix, that was Marinette. Since they’d been working on the project all day, Lila hadn’t had the chance to leave and lie about anything, pushing the confrontation to likely after the lunch break. Felix could hardly wait to see what she said this time. Maybe this project would allow him to get to know and understand her better.

“So for the project I was thinking that we make a PowerPoint-” Marinette cut herself off, staring at him with a puzzled expression. “You’re almost smiling at me. Are you feeling alright?”

Felix immediately wiped his expression, mildly mortified that he’d outwardly shown his amusement, but forged ahead. “I see you got your voice back. Was the heavy metal worth it?”

“What? Oh, that. I’m fine.”

“Oh, I know. Your recent interactions with the class have been thoroughly entertaining.” 

“Glad you’ve been enjoying it. Confusion is certainly better than outright hostility.” She sighed, suddenly looking very tired. 

“It’s about time that you started retaliating, even if it’s just by scrambling the two collective brain cells they have left. I don’t know that I could’ve put up with Rossi’s bullshit for as long as you have with the patience you’ve had.”

Her eyes snapped to him. “You know she’s lying?”

He scoffed. “Please, don’t insult my intelligence like that. Of course I know she’s lying.”

Marinette was silent. He could almost see the burden on her shoulders getting lighter with the realization she wasn’t alone in knowing Rossi was a liar and was about to comment further on it when Marinette smiled. It was a mischievous smile that promised trouble, which immediately intrigued Felix. He hadn’t seen much of her troublemaker side except for the few glimpses from her last interactions with the class, but he had a feeling there was one hell of a wicked streak somewhere underneath that cotton candy. 

“You wanna help?”

He considered for a moment. Was it worth getting involved in? On one hand, it was enjoyable to just be merely a spectator. On the other hand, he wanted to know more about this side of Marinette and it was always enjoyable to see idiots put in their place. 

“I’m in.”

- - - - - -

After school, Felix and Marinette were at their desk, waiting for the confrontation. 

And like a bad penny, the class came back to try again. It seemed that they were shuffling who was leading the ‘Marinette how dare you’ brigade, and this time they had chosen Adrien. Felix knew about her crush on him, so he supposed that it was a rather strategic move on their part, if he wasn’t able to see the barely hidden disdain for the boy on her face. 

“Marinette, you know that it wasn’t kind of you to throw Lila’s backpack down the stairs while she was in the cafeteria. That’s not the everyday Ladybug we all know and love.” 

Ah, the guilt trip method. Usually foolproof on someone as empathetic as Marinette, rendered useless by Marinette’s developing apathy towards the class.

“It must’ve been someone else. I spent the lunch break teaching Mr. Ramier’s pigeons how to moonwalk. I wouldn’t have gotten back in time if Felix hadn’t realized the time and dragged me back.”

“Now, Marinette, don’t lie about it.”

“I’m not. Felix?”

Felix nodded, pulling up a video on his phone and showing it to the class. In it, Marinette stood next to some pigeons, clearly demonstrating how to moonwalk. The pigeons looked on curiously, occasionally pecking at her shoes and awkwardly waddling backwards. Mr. Ramier sat in the background, alternately cheering or throwing birdseed to the pigeons. The video clearly had the timestamp of about ten minutes before their break ended, so they would’ve had to rush to get back to class. There was no way they could’ve done anything.

Marinette looked back at Adrien and folded her arms. “Well? I’ll take my apology now.”

Felix snorted at the flabbergasted expression on Adrien’s face, casually putting his arm over Marinette’s shoulders. He didn’t really know why he did it, only that it felt right. Apparently she didn’t mind, since she just readjusted to be a bit more comfortable. “Give him a minute, he’s rebooting.”

“Wait, are the two of you dating?” He blurted out, then immediately looked like he regretted it. 

This time, Marinette snorted. “Because the only reason he’d support me was if he was my boyfriend? No, that’s what friends are meant to do, Adrien.” The last sentence was laden with poison that Felix didn’t know the context for, but Adrien did, because he flinched. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, turning away. 

As soon as the class turned away, her head fell on his shoulder, her face crumpling in pain. He didn’t know what to do but hug her shoulders tighter. He’d seen that her love language was physical touch, so maybe it would help? After a while, her face smoothed and she lifted her head, seemingly doing better. 

“Hey, thanks for backing me up.”

Felix shrugged. “It was fun.”

She turned to look at him. “No, I’m serious. It’s been a long time since anyone’s had my back, even if it’s just to mess with someone. Thank you.”

Why did he suddenly feel all warm inside? “So what’s the next plan?”

Marinette looked surprised. “You want to be involved in the next one?”

“Sure, why not?”

She looked away, her cheeks turning a light pink. “Maybe we could, well, I don’t know, I don’t want you thinking that I’m just saying this because Adrien said it because I promise I’m really not, but maybe we could, um, discuss it on a date?”

“But we hardly know each other.” What did she see in him that she liked? Sure, he’d helped her once, but that was hardly grounds for someone liking someone, was it?

“That’s the point of the date. To get to know someone. Besides, I want to see if you’re as nice as I suspect you are under that prickly exterior.” She was looking at him again, cheeks now a bright red, but with determination in her eyes. 

Well, hadn’t he wanted to get to know her better too? “Sure.”

#felinette #felix graham de vanily #marinette dupain cheng #genuinely keep forgetting to post my fics on tumblr #crack fic #lila salt

[rainbowsillz]

“That guy is my pookie, so stop touching him—!”

Pairings: Multiple Characters X GN! Reader.

Warnings: Unwanted affections, discomfort, etc.

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RIDDLE was aversed by the event, he doesn't know what he should do, he shouldn't lash out at them. He disliked it, being interacted by a stranger unfamiliar to him. They were seemingly intent on speaking to him. Curse his situation, it wasn't good for him. Before he becomes any more uncomfortable, your voice pulled him back to reality when you then rushed to him. The red head scrambled to call you over and get away. He looked okay mostly, except with him forgetting to compose himself as he took your hand into his. Cuddle him and he will be in a pleasant mood!

LEONA could care less or doesn't notice in the beginning since he was taking care of his nephew. He has instinct, yeah sure, but he wasn't always paying attention to his environment, he was keen on waiting for you to arrive from your shopping items and whatnot. So there was someone, they presumably? Asking questions to him, and he was a jerk he usually was to anyone, he didn't answer back to them. And that escalated when they were hitting on him! Needless to say, he was somewhat glad that you showed up before he beat them into a pulp or worse with his hands...

AZUL was smiling maliciously at them. Oh my, what a stupi- he meant fearless individual, one does not hop away unscathed after it. Do boundaries mean nothing to them? How sorrowful! I think he can dissolve this himself, and like Riddle, he doesn't enjoy physical contact too much from nameless civilians in particular. A pity that Jade and Floyd was at Mostro Lounge today, he adjusted his glasses in a thoughtful manner as he pondered about this. How will he resolve it? His train of thoughts was intercepted by your appearance, you drove them away shortly and checked on him.

KALIM was oblivious, he was too nice to understand it, he did keep his distance because he was going on a date with you. And you were looking forward to it as he does! He blanched and shoved them away the minute they attempted to kiss his lips. And by a miracle, you popped out sooner than he anticipated, shielding him behind you as you scolded them and threatened them to leave or else, you whisked your phone out and said you informed the headmaster of their crimes, and they'll be facing consequences. The grin on your boyfriend was ear to ear as he thanked you.

VIL was having a headache, he should have expected it, as if school work wasn't a chore, he had to be worrying about this? You weren't there yet, so he will have to settle it himself, you can be scary if you have to be after all. And him as a renowned celebrity can put you in a tight spot, so he doesn't want that to occur. His vice was at his dormitory, Rook wasn't there with him, what a great time for him, he thought sarcastically to himself. His fortitude can't be that generous with his dilemma, to imagine how you ran straight in to rant at them for him. How gallant of you.

IDIA was screeching internally, he couldn't believe it, why would anyone t-t-talk to him??? He was not happy, this was why he was against coming out of Ignihyde, he should have brought Ortho with him. Because he was out of place and eek..! W-what?! Did they flirt with him? This was weird, he cannot handle this anymore. The almond shaped eyes dorm leader was gripping his tablet like it was his hope. Prefect, where were you? Fortunately for him, you were back from your exploration and headed to him. Much to his relief, they were gone when you gave an energy drink to him.

MALLEUS was fazed by it. Confusion and dread vibrated in his mind. Was this ordinary for humans? The fae was disturbed, more so abhorred with the overwhelming senses of anxiousness as he moved away. He doesn't wish to seem radical. So he resorted to cautioning them to not pet him like that with firmness instead. You were done with your groceries, and walked toward him and it dawned on you what was happening with him. His gaze landed on your form, and the housewarden of Diasomnia beckoned you. Although it made him unnerved, you were there to cheer him up.

#twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst riddle x reader #twst leona x reader #twst azul x reader #twst kalim x reader #twst vil x reader #twst idia x reader #twst malleus x reader #twst headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #gender neutral reader #etihw.writes

[lexosaurus]

Twelve Hours: Chapter 1

Part 1 of 5 of my fic for Ecto Implosion, the DP reverse mini-bang (artists go first, writers go second).

I was SUPER lucky to get @tytach's incredible art to write my fic off of. Their art lines up with Chapter 5 of this fic, and I'm so excited to get there so everyone can see it because ahhhhhh it's so so soooo good!

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Harriet Chin, GIW (mentioned a lot) Tags: Identity Reveal, Flashbacks, Runaway Danny Fenton, Angst WC: 1788 Summary: When the GIW revealed Danny to the world, the only thing he could do was run. Run and run and run until he escaped to Chicago, trying desperately to disappear. Too bad it didn't work.

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Warm light washed over the room, draping his figure in its yellows and oranges. From the monitors, Danny could see how the olive undertones in his skin seemed to be at home in the welcoming backlight. Still, it didn’t stop the sweat from trickling down his neck as the halo of lights slow-roasted him from every angle. 

It was to humanize him, reporter Harriet Chin had explained from her seat, watching as a sound engineer fastened the lapel microphone to his shirt. They wanted to make him feel like anyone’s next-door neighbor. Not a scary ghost, just a victim of an unfortunate legal system.

An unfortunate legal system, Danny had internally repeated, fighting the urge to rub the raised lines under his button-up shirt. That was one way to put it. 

But right now, he just felt hot, and he didn’t much like heat. He could feel his body reacting in kind, burning deep from the fried nerves fighting to repair themselves inside him. Just as they had been doing for the past…

…how long?

“Here,” Harriet Chin said, her words ripping through his discomfort. She turned the tablet around to face him.

Too keenly aware of the cameras surrounding him and the lapel mic recording his every breath, he fitted as neutral of an expression on his face as he could as he looked down at the screen. 

A face he knew too well stared back at him. It was a man, his senior, with a square jaw and high cheekbones. His strong nose sloped downward at the point, and his forehead was smooth, blending impeccably into his bald scalp. In one ear was a hooked earpiece with a curly wire jutting out from behind.

Old school, of course. Danny remembered when the wire went out of fashion for the new Bluetooth earpieces.

Very little changed in there, after all.

Harriet hit play, and the man began speaking. “Our goal was to uncover who the kid had been. If we could understand that, then we would know his human past, what makes him tick, and most importantly, why he became the ghost he is today.”

The camera cut to an older woman with pale skin and poofy gold hair that curled up at the end. Deep lines creased her face, and pale pink lipstick brushed her lips, adding an almost hint of youth to her wise demeanor. 

“And what did you find? In that conquest?” the woman asked.

The camera cut back to the square-jawed man. He sat there in a moment of what was supposed to be read as contemplative silence, though Danny knew just how rehearsed it was in reality. Then after his onerous pause, he sighed, shook his head, and said, “What we found was something so disturbing, it made us question our own reality.”

Danny felt his jaw set. He could have mouthed along to the following words; they were so deeply carved into the trunk of his memories. But he suppressed the urge, just as he suppressed the way his pulse quickened and the prickling heat on his skin intensified.

But he remembered. By god, he remembered. He didn’t even need to close his eyes to be brought back to that moment, back to that day.

Harriet paused the video, but Danny didn’t take his eyes off the screen. Off the man—no, off Operative O. 

****

12:00:00

Danny tugged on his hood, hoping it covered the bulk of his hair. Under the table, his leg bounced, his anxiety refusing to let his body obey his pleas to act natural, just act natural.

He didn’t know where he was, not exactly. He hadn’t been paying attention to the road signs as he flew. More than likely, he wouldn’t have been able to read them anyway—not with the world so blurry around him.

All he knew was that he was far away from Amity Park. And hopefully, he was deep enough into the rural country to become completely unrecognizable.

But of course, no one would recognize him here. The only houses around were so run down that Danny would be shocked if any of their residents owned cable. Sure, the diner had a few small televisions on, but the few scraggly patrons around either had their noses shoved into their newspapers, or their eyes were keyed onto the fuzzy television playing today’s football game. No one cared about him, the tired, skinny-looking kid.

“You decided yet?” a voice above him said, nearly sending him flying from his booth.

Danny balled his clammy fingers into a fist and tried to awkwardly smooth out the menu paper he’d crinkled. 

Act natural, act natural.

He risked a glance up to see a pale, stocky woman with bright red curls tied loosely into a bun. The blue apron tied around her waist sported ketchup stains that Danny was sure were at least a week old.

But he could hardly judge, with how he must have looked to all of them.

On the other television mounted on the wall behind her, the silent commercial break ended to reveal the top of a news segment. 

His mouth dried. Should he make a break for it? Surely, they would run the Anti-Ecto laws segment at the top, wouldn’t they? But if they got a national news station here, wouldn’t that mean the employees and regulars of this diner would be able to recognize him?

He must have frozen for too long because the woman's disinterested face was beginning to morph in a way that Danny didn’t like.

He blurted out, “Uh, are you still serving breakfast?” 

“We serve breakfast all day, hun,” she said.

He knew that. It was at the top of the menu. Great, now she probably thought he was strange and illiterate.

Wonderful.

The familiarity of his internal sarcastic quips managed to shave off just enough stress for Danny to give what he hoped wasn’t a grimace as he said, “I’ll have the blueberry pancakes, thanks.”

She nodded at him, then turned back into the kitchen. Danny tracked her eyes, but she hadn’t looked up at the news.

Not that his face was on it. Yet. 

Maybe he should leave. Not even risk it. Focus on finding somewhere to sleep tonight. 

But no, he was safe. No one was looking at the news. The goddamn football game was on. Nobody cared about some stupid Anti-Ecto laws or the stupid Guys in White.

“Sacked!” one of the men huddled on the stool in front of the football television shouted. 

Another, bigger man joined in the groans with, “He shoulda run!” 

“It’s the offense. They’re all shit,” the first man said. Danny wondered if his wiry, overgrown mustache itched or if he’d simply gotten used to it. “Not a single goddamn person open! Shit, I’m tellin’ ya!”

“S’why he shoulda just run instead of lookin’ for an open guy,” the bigger man said. 

They could have been speaking ancient Ghost Speak for all Danny knew, but so long as their attention was focused on that television and not the other, muted one, then Danny would be okay.

The woman rounded the counter again, this time holding a tray with a plastic cup full of water and a coffee. She set both down in front of Danny, who reached for the coffee with greedy hands. It burned at his touch, but he was too thankful to care.

“Figured you might want it,” the woman said. “With you traveling and all.”

Danny must have flinched because she immediately amended, “It’s just that I don’t recognize your face, is all. I don’t mean to pry into personal business.”

“Oh—I—” Danny swallowed. What was his rehearsed cover, again? “I’m going to see my cousin.”

She peered down at him, her eyes narrowing. “Your cousin’s out here?” 

Behind her, the TV playing the news began their headline report, and Danny’s stomach plummeted to the floor.

Act natural. 

His adrenaline was quickly taking over, and he had almost forgotten the question before he blurted out, “Chicago.”

However, her suspicion didn’t melt off her face like Danny envisioned it would. “Hm, okay.”

“I just got hungry,” Danny said. 

The TV was now showing his face. Both of his faces. 

Maybe she noticed how all the blood seemed to drain from his cheeks, or the way he kept glancing behind her, because she started to tilt her head back when Danny blurted out, “And, you know, diners in the middle of nowhere always have the best food.”

The screen cut, replacing his faces with the faces of Operative O and a reporter. Her lips were moving, but the black captions appeared a few seconds later. “What was your goal with all of this?”

“Are you trying to butter me up?” the waitress asked.

Danny ripped his eyes from the screen. For a second, he forgot again what they were talking about. Then he remembered he was trying to stall until the segment ended, and nerves hit him like a tropical storm all over again. 

“Only for the free coffee,” he answered.

“Free coffee, huh? Well, I think I can bargain for that just this one time. It’s not often we get visitors, you know.” 

Her voice may have been sugar, but Danny could still see how her eyes swept over him, pausing over every scruff in his hoodie. 

Ancients, he must have looked like a right mess.

He glanced back at the screen to see Operative O saying, “What we found was something so disturbing, it made us question our own reality.”

What they found…about him? What a bunch of psychopaths.

Psychopaths that can end you, he reminded himself. 

But he didn’t need that kind of optimism right now, so he tried to focus back on the waitress, but what were they talking about again? Something about…coffee?

“We discovered a ghost who had taken the body of a dead child and was using him like a doll. And no one knew. Not family, not friends. No one.”

Danny’s eyes bore craters in the TV. Though no sound was playing, Operative O’s tone was powerful, and nothing if not crystal clear.

And the message was cruel.

The screen cut back to Danny. Both of Danny, with Operative O’s lingering captions stamped below. And the real Danny, the one who was sitting in the booth, stood.

What else was there to do, anyway? After Operative O had told the whole world that Phantom was an evil ghost using a dead kid like a meat puppet for its own sick satisfaction?

“I just realized I forgot my wallet,” Danny muttered uselessly. He slipped past the waitress, and she let him go.

After all, she’d turned around. She’d seen the screen.

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#danny phantom #ectoimplosion2023 #phicc #dp fanfic #twelve hours #guys in white #violence cw #identity reveal

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Age of Machine - B.Barnes

Summary - Bucky and his wife just want their kids to unplug from the electronics and the internet for the holidays, so they take a trip to a cabin in the mountains. 

Word Count - 812

Warnings - Use of Y/N, female reader, mentions of food, not proofread

Author’s Note - I know this was uploaded later than I wanted but welcome to day 14! Two weeks in and somehow still going strong! Of course I had to add one of my favorite songs by my favorite band into at least one of my fics. I hope you enjoy!

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Bucky had taken notice that as his twins got older, they were more attached to their phones, reliant on the internet. He was getting tired of his kids texting back and forth when they were right next to each other. In turn, he brought up an idea to his wife, that for the holidays they should rent a cabin in the mountains which she thought was a great idea. The couple just wanted to have quality family time together, no electronics, no internet, no cable, just them and maybe a record player.

With Bucky’s avenger status, he was able to find one last minute at a good price. The deal was, the kids wouldn’t have their phones or tablets, they would bring a record player with them and some records and the only person that will have a phone is Bucky. As the kids packed, Y/N popped into their rooms and snagged their phones and tablets as well as making sure their laptops were sitting on their desks.

Their kids were in high school so at this point, they were quite upset that their electronics weren’t coming along with them on the trip. “I don’t want to hear any whining. You need to unplug from the internet for a few days. Tell your friends that you won’t have any internet or phones until after Christmas. If there’s an emergency they can call your father’s cell,” Y/N explained to the twins. In classic teenager fashion, the two of them groaned but complied with telling their friends that they won’t have their phones until after Christmas.

After everyone was packed, they got into the car and drove off towards the mountains. Bucky had assured his wife that there was a record player there and to just bring a few records to switch through for the 3 days they were going to be there. It was a 3 hour drive to get there, the kids sleeping most of the time as their parents quietly made their plans in the front seats. 

“If there’s not a lot of snow maybe we should do a hike together. That’s my favorite way to check out scenery in a new place,” Y/N suggested to her husband.

“Do you really think they would want to go on a hike with us? We’re not cool anymore, didn’t you get the memo? Apparently it’s not cool to have an Avenger as a dad,” Bucky joked to his wife, earning a slight giggle from her.

“It was never cool to have a teacher as a parent, especially if their friends are failing my class,” She joked back.

As they pulled into the cabin’s driveway, Y/N shook the twins awake. “Time to wake up babes, we’re here. You guys need to help me and dad bring everything inside.” She earned a noncommittal grunt from Steve and a groan from Sarah. “Let’s go you two. You’ll have plenty of time to sleep once we get settled in.”

The twins slowly got out of the car, going to the trunk and grabbing a few things before heading inside after their dad. They got themselves settled and then got comfy on the couch, squished between their parents. Their first night wasn’t very eventful, just settling in and lounging with each other.

However, the next morning was where the fun began. Y/N and Bucky working in the kitchen to make a huge breakfast for their family. They had all of the twins’ favorites as well as their own favorites, a Christmas record being spun on the player as the couple bustled around in the kitchen. Sarah and Steve hadn’t woken up until after breakfast was ready and the table was set. They ate breakfast together like they did every single morning, having sleepy conversations about their weeks and how they felt sleeping in the cabin.

The kids were already bored, which is when Bucky pulled out his worn out copy of The Hobbit from his bag. Y/N had started a fire to help warm up the cabin and changed the record over to her personal favorite album, The Battle at Garden’s Gate by Greta Van Fleet, trying to line up the needle to the right spot to play a song that was very fitting for what they were trying to drill into their children, Age of Machine. A song about relying too much on technology and needing to unplug from it.

As the song started, so did Bucky, rekindling their old holiday tradition of reading The Hobbit to their kids. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

#bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #winter soldier #james bucky barnes #bucky #james barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader fluff #the winter soldier #mcu #marvel #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #Spotify

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @sleepywriter00 for the tag here! Sorry this is a little late I got behind on these!

My words: spoon, energy, study, listen

Your words: future, slice, deserve, access

Tagging @jezifster @little-peril-stories @mysticstarlightduck @blind-the-winds @herrmannhalsteadproduction @cowboybrunch @i-can-even-burn-salad @aziz-reads @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @mk-writes-stuff @buffythevampirelover @mantabanter @chauceryfairytales @eccaiia @pb-dot @frostedlemonwriter or anyone who wants to hop on!

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Talk about planners and Gabriel's nickname

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Telepathy world building! Will this change? Who knows!?

Maddie helps Kelsey calm down <3

Spoon (twice!) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Lexi POV)

“Oh, shoot, I forgot my planner.” I turned to see it still lying on the floor. I flicked my wrist slightly to teleport it in my hand. “You brought a planner to breakfast?” Tyler asked as he drank his orange juice. “It’s just how I manage my life,” I said. I opened it up on the table to show them the January schedule. “Wow, that’s really pretty,” said Carla. “I don’t need a planner, given my powers.” “Aw, yeah, I wish I could just stop time at my leisure,” I said as I closed the planner again. “I have a planner,” said Tyler. “It’s called here.” He pointed to his head. “Medina has one like yours, but it’s a little boring.” “One, you need to write things down in case you forget,” said Gabriel, pointing at Tyler with his spoon. “Two, I don’t see why a planner needs color.” “To organize different activities,” I answered. “Hm. Well, I guess mine is just schoolwork and my job.” “You have a job?” I asked, leaning forward. Gabriel nodded. “Construction job—perfect for terrakinetics. After school on the weekdays, I walk about fifteen minutes to a site—” “Wait, you live here full time?” I asked. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You’re fine, I don’t care. Yes, I live here full time.” I chose not to inquire any further, even though Gabriel didn’t seem that bothered by it. “After school, I do the homework that I need to get done, then I help the docs out.” “What do they need help with?” “Various things. Um, right now we’re sorting through the multiverse database to see if we can find Rosalinda.” “Oh, yes, that’s right.” “G,” Carla whispered. “I’m fine, Carla,” I said. “But thanks. It’s actually really cool that Gills is helping.” “Gills?” Gabriel sighed then continued eating. “You really have been spending way too much time with Stafford.” “When are you gonna accept it’s an actual genius nickname?” Tyler asked. “Then why don’t you use it?” “It’s too silly for you.” “Do you not like the nickname?” I asked. “We can stop using it.” “Unfortunately, Nakashima is right,” Gabriel muttered, spinning his cereal around with his spoon. “It’s a pretty clever nickname. It’s so stupid, it almost works.”

It's Gills because his initials are GLZ (surname not included)

Energy - from The Secret Portal Part One

William put down his tablet and rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses. He’d been working so late that it was now early. It was so quiet he could hear the snakefly behind him violently flapping its wings. He sighed, then reread the last paragraph he’d written: Replicating the negative energy density found in a chronokinetic’s rifts is no easy task. The level needed to connect one time to another is far greater than a Level-7 teleporter, but nowhere near the level in the portal that connects our reality to Ceteri, nor even a dimensiokinetic. If chronokinetics were less seldom born, perhaps this task would be accessible. William glanced at the chemicals bubbling in the flask on the table before him. As there hadn’t been a documented chronokinetic in a century, it was nearly impossible to replicate their powers considering the amount of negative pressure needed. He would have to work with what he had: a Level-7 teleporter’s DNA—not common, but much more so than a chronokinetic. Jumping through space required significantly less negative energy density than time jumping, so trying to get it up to what he desired was no easy feat.

Study - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I'm probably gonna change the "in a century" thing. Not sure what I'm gonna do but it feels wrong.

“Telepathy is an exception to the classification of powers. It and shapeshifting are the only two recorded to not have their sub-powers build off each other, but rather have them separate.” “Why are there so few sub-powers?” I prodded. “The mind doesn’t have a limit, therefore telepathy shouldn’t, either, right?” Carla waved her hand side-to-side as if to say eh, kinda. Aloud, she answered, “It’s been said that there have been cases of telepaths with more advanced powers, but there has only been one recorded case. Though some conspiracy theorists say there were more, but weren’t recorded, and that they went into hiding, locked themselves away, or maybe went insane.” “Insane?” I repeated. Carla fiddled with the ring hanging from the chain around her neck. “The mind can only stretch so far. If advanced telepaths did—or even do—exist, there would be no way they could function. Their minds aren’t able to communicate the information that they can comprehend. They end up lost in their own thoughts, unable to reach out to another being.” I fell silent. “Carla’s in an online holographic course in Telepathic Theory,” George said, breaking the silence. “All of that is just theory. Scientists who study the telepathic mind made a list of potential powers.” “Can powers develop?” I asked. “Of course,” said Carla. “Most Alii, in general, start at a lower Level, usually a Level-1, and most become more powerful. It depends on the person.” “So, you’re saying I have the potential to be a powerful telepath?” Carla laughed. “No, the odds are you’ll be able to read minds and that’s it. Maybe one sub-power.” “Oh.” My shoulders dropped. “Okay.”

Listen - from The Secret Portal Part One (Kelsey POV)

“Kelsey!” I heard a faint voice say. “Kelsey!” I opened my eyes, lifting my head against the strong wind. A small figure walked toward me, kneeling down beside me. “Kelsey, look at me,” Maddie said, grabbing my hands. Her long hair whipped around her body, out to me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I clasped her hand. My neck was ticking uncontrollably, preventing me from meeting her eyes. “It’s gonna be okay,” she said, pulling me forward into a hug. I embraced her, shaking, twitching, sobbing. “Kelsey, listen. Remember yesterday when this happened? You made the mansion toxic. Remember?” I nodded. “I don’t want that in my house. But you need to get rid of this… weird darkness stuff instead of just making it explode. Can you do that?” I shook my head. “Just focus on me, ‘kay? Now, can you breathe? Slowly?” I did, inhaling and exhaling. “I think you can make this black smoke go away if you imagine sucking it all up. Or maybe it just needs to disappear. Can you do that? Imagine it. Maybe it’ll work.” I closed my eyes, imagining the darkness fading away until it disappeared. I imagined the air in the room was still at breathable levels. That the smoke nor wind didn’t affect anything around it. The wind stopped. The darkness went away. Still in Maddie’s arms, I opened my eyes. The room looked untouched.

Pretty sure I've shared that last excerpt before but I like it

#the secret portal #tsp #teaspoon #lexi morgan #gabriel medina #tyler nakashima #carla baxter #william baxter #ash hathaway #kelsey newman #maddie morgan #find the word #tsp excerpt #wip excerpt #writing tag game #my writing #writing blog #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community

[agoracactus]

GOW x Reader - Real Life AU Pt.1

i couldnt fit everyone in here so i thought id do a part two for the aesirs. if u got anyone u wanna see lemme know!

question, would ppl wanna read odin x reader?

or mimir?

Warning: no proofreading as im doing this late with my eyes half closed again

Kratos

He came from a military family, was raised with strict discipline, which gave him a stern and rigorous manner.

He's a huge man, tall and very well-built. Very. Intimidating. You would have stayed as far away from him as possible if not for your curiosity.

At the start of your relationship, you relied a lot upon Atreus- Kratos's son- to be the middleman of your conversation. After a lot of "practice" and determination, you're now confident to read his emotions and have a general understanding of what he's trying to say (but not saying).

He was a general in his country, then got a dishonorable discharge. Got into business with the local cartel for a while, brought down the cartel single-handedly, and is now an independent contractor doing construction work. You often joke that he should get his life story made into a movie.

You love that under all the hard shell and tough demeanor is a big warm heart. While he secretly admires you wearing your heart on your sleeves- although he worries from time to time for you rarely let your guard up.

He doesn't talk about his past much, even after dating you for some time. It was frustrating at first, you thought he either didn't trust you or wasn't serious about the relationship. After some heated arguments, you two finally talked it out. You'd patiently wait till the day he's ready to open up about his past, and it would be perfectly fine if he never want to.

Speaking of heated arguments, it is rare to happen. He's a very logical person and straightforward. And slowly he's learning to open up and communicate more.

He had 2 marriages before, both gave him bitter-sweet memories. On your anniversary, with Atreus's help, you dug out the very few photos he had of his family, framed them yourself (with handmade wooden frames, you had multiple cuts following those tutorials on youtube), and gave it to him over dinner.

You were so nervous that he might see it as crossing his boundaries that you thought you'd throw up, instead he almost choked up.

You helped him hang up the photos on the entry wall afterward.

And he started liking his pictures taken especially when it's with you.

Atreus gave him a film camera for his birthday. So he started the hobby of photography, and even learned how to develop photos.

He writes poems for you.

You submitted some of his photos to a local photography contest, and he won the second prize.

He prefers the old-school stuff, for the life of him couldn't catch up with all the new techs. And he hated using smart phones. Later you found out it was because his fingers are too thick for a small smart phone screen, so you got him an ipad. Now he facetime everybody if he needs anything and puts the tablet by his ear to listen.

Drives a 4 -door pickup, and wouldn't let anyone drive his precious car. Not even Atreus.

You often buy him clothes, knowing he would look good in either style- also knowing that if you don't care about what he wears he would wear whatever flannel he has in his closet- often with some holes.

He does not care about whether it's hot or cold, he basically wears the same thing all the time. You don't know how he is warm when he's only wearing a t-shirt in the snow, while you wrapped yourself up like an onion

Not like you wanna complain though, it's nice to have a human heater in bed keeping your feet warm.

Has a friend called Mimir, a somewhat hippy-looking man. He helps with Krato's company's finance and other paperwork stuff. Unlike his appearance, according to Kratos, he's actually very smart.

You often wonder how these two people become friends in the first place.

adult!Atreus

Works at a wildlife rescue organization, and travels all the time to help all sorts of animals.

You two met on a rescue mission. He admires your compassion and love towards the animals, and you love his capability of handling hurt and tense beasts.

When you first met, he had a full head of braided locs. He claimed that since he couldn't grow a full and luscious beard, he overcompensate with his hair.

Likes braiding your hair, and you'd let him do it because he can do all sorts of braids and does it better than you.

Used to participate in archery tournaments when he was still in school, won lots of trophies and medals. Now he plays amateur games.

He brought you to an archery range for your first date. You being competitive thought it would be a piece of cake. But couldn't even draw the bow string.

You thought you were going to impress him, instead, he impressed you with extreme patience and well-articulated instructions. You were able to hit a target after half a day's training thanks to him.

He loves to read. You planned a treasure hunt at the bookstore for your anniversary, looking for books to gift each other and to read together. He always talked about it to his friends, showing off how thoughtful you are.

He just loves showing you off to people.

He's as stubborn as a mule. Whatever he set his mind to, no one could change his mind. Sometimes you admire his level of determination, other times you wanna bang your head on the wall.

He has a huge dog named Fenrir, Atreus rescued him when he was just a little puppy. The first time you visit his house, Fen tackled you- it was almost traumatizing. Atreus told you it was because Fen really liked you, and he doesn't usually take a liking to people.

Of course he would be a prankster, often pulling small pranks on you (harmless though), you are constantly amazed at how creative he is, and would often laugh at these pranks together.

At first you were scared of his father, a big man who rarely speaks let alone smiles. Sometimes you wonder if he really loves his son, when he barely gave Atreus any response to whatever he was sharing

Plus , what loving parent lets their kids call them "sir"?

Later in your relationship, after many childhood stories Atreus shared with you, you realized how wrong you were. You apologized to Kratos over family dinner.

When you two have a fight, he'd storm off, usually out of the house. He'd return after a few hours with flowers or other gifts to apologize, and would be cool to sit down and talk about your issues.

Freya

She's a florist/herbalist, has a dainty flower shop on the street where you live. Before you two got together you often went and got flowers for your mother.

She'd insist that you pursued her first.

Has lots of plants in the apartment, and a small herbal garden on the balcony.

If you're good with plants, she'd argue which plant loves her the most. If not, you're forbidden from even going near her babies.

The pair of you each own a cat before your relationship, but somehow both of the cats seem to like/obey her more.

She has published several books about herbalism, led a few workshops, and there's a small community on social media praising her work. You often joke that it's her little cult.

Your parents adore her, especially your mother. Whenever you two went over for dinner they'd hang out in the kitchen, cooking and chatting. To your parents, Freya would be the one to go to for opinions of stuff instead of you.

Your mother knits her a sweater every winter. You don't even get a hand-made sweater from your mother that often.

Had a marriage with a businessman before, and had a son who died in an accident. She has the son's photo on her phone's lock screen, and would curse every time the businessman shows up on the news.

Has a twin brother who she worries about all the time. He travels around and is rarely home, when he's home she'd cook him a meal fit for a king.

When she was young she had to work several different jobs to raise herself and her brother. Even though she doesn't have to worry about finance or her brother anymore, a lot of the time she still acts as a "mother", you'd have to remind her to lean on you more.

You two often go for a weekend drive, have picnics at the beach or in the forest, enjoying nature together. For some reason small animals like birds or squirrels- sometimes foxes and rabbits- love her.

Every month you two go help at the local rescue center on at least one of the weekends. It still amazes you how she knows herbal remedies for animals.

You'd apologize first every time when you had an argument. Most of the time it would be your fault anyways. Your queen could never be wrong.

Freyr

He's the lead singer/songwriter of a popular band, doing alternative music. The band has a decent amount of followers but their music is mediocre. You had a theory that most of their fans are in love with the band members, not their music. (He wouldn't agree though)

Very charismatic, often is surrounded by a bunch of people in social situations. It's hard not to feel jealous, but every time when he sees you from the crowd, he'd pish whatever conversation aside and get to you.

Sometimes you go visit him when he's on tour, his band-mates adore you, but would constantly make fun of him, saying he talks about you too much.

An indoor person, doesn't like going out very much. He claims that it's because he travels a lot for work, and he wants to be as still as possible in his spare time.

Has long hair, and often has it in a messy bun. Sometimes you'd feel playful and ask to braid his hair. He'd let you, and if he has a show in a few days he'd make sure the braids last till then, and would tell the whole crowd you did his hair.

He's a great cook, often cooks for you. He explained that he used to cook a lot when he was a kid.

Definitely a gamer, and is very competitive. Although he is not a poor loser, and would let you win if you lose too much.

Sings in the shower. Before you moved to a better apartment with better sound-proofed walls, your neighbors often come to knock on the door to complain about how loud he is. (yes other aspects as well he is looooud)

Obviously, he sings for you all the time. He claims that after you two got together, all of the songs he made are either for you or about you.

And he praises you all the time, you often giggle at the creative compliments.

He's more into anniversaries than you, insists that you celebrate every one of them. From the day you first met to the day you move in with him. Even when he's away on the tour, he'd make sure to send you presents/flowers and facetime you.

Also very into holidays, he makes sure he would be home during any of the holidays. Sometimes you two visit Freya and celebrate together.

Bought you a puppy for your birthday, though in fact he was the one who wanted the puppy. He fell in love at first sight at the store and insisted on getting the pup. He named the golden retriever Ingrid.

Has a twin sister, you've met her a few times. Every time you see her you think that "majestic" is the perfect word for her. Though she's very friendly.

You'd ask her about his favorite food, and cook it for him, surprising him when he gets home.

You two don't really fight, he'd make it up to you before you even get upset. And you are absolutely perfect in his eyes.

adult!Angraboda

She's an artist, known for her unique way of utilizing color.

You first met at her exhibition, you didn't expect to be fascinated by this random artist at the exhibition your friend dragged you to. Soon you became her number-one fan, showing up at all of her exhibitions.

She'd recognize you and come greet you every time, greetings gradually evolved into coffee and dinner dates. Then it became nightly phone calls. One night she just blurted out a confession over the phone.

You two share a studio apartment, allowing you each to have your own space while enjoying each other's company.

She's pretty messy. When you first moved in, her stuff was left everywhere, you could find brushes on the stove, remote in the fridge, and clothes on the back of every chair you own. You had to teach her how to be more organized (her manager was very grateful). Now she keeps her messiness in her own space.

She's an animal lover, owns two dogs and three cats. Whenever you two watch something together and some animal shows up, she'd wanna have them as a pet.

She doesn't drive, she either takes public transport or rides a bike.

She doesn't really like living in the city, and is saving money to buy a little country house.

A spiritual person. You always find some crystals in the house, sometimes, she'd drop some rocks in your bag claiming it would help with fatigue or anxiety. The apartment always smells nice with the burning incent.

She also loves to bake, often experiments with different recipes, adding a sweet and buttery smell to the apartment.

You learned how to meditate from her. When you start working from home, she'd grab you every afternoon to do a 30 min meditation.

You do weekly pamper nights together, having face masks on, rubbing each other's feet, watching movies, and catching up.

Eventually you two would move to a nice little country house. And slowly but surely she would turn it into a small farm with sheep and chicken and goat and other animals.

You would get a secondhand car so it's easier to get groceries. You'd give her a ride if she has work in the city, and have a launch date in your favorite cafe.

You two never fight, whatever problem you have you are always comfortable talking to each other.

#god of war ragnorak #god of war #gow #gow ragnarok #god of war x reader #gow x reader #gow kratos #kratos #gow atreus #gow angrboda #gow freya #gow freyr #atreus #angraboda #freya #freyr #kratos x reader #atreus x reader #angraboda x reader #freya x reader #freyr x reader

[addaxbones]

OK I have been seeing some people talk about content creators minecraft setups and I feel like I have to include mine.

So firstly keybinds

wasd is normal r is switch camera z is drop item caps lock is sprint (this is why I text in all caps by accident sometimes) . opens the command text q I use for modded abilities mouse buttons for hotbar slots 8 and 9 c is optifine zoom and other modded abilities

Secondly, let me explain my first streaming set up

not sure if I've really explained this on stream but I started with just a laptop but I only ever streamed when my mom was asleep so, after she went to bed at like 10pm ish I would haul my laptop, mouse, mic that was just on the desk, (eventually a drawing tablet I use as a second monitor) and cords in my arms down to the basement where I had like a second room for myself right. Now before I had a second monitor I would steal my mom's monitor from her home office, unplug it from her computer and carry that into my room with me and set everything up, every time and take it apart and put my moms monitor back every time. To be fair I would haul that computer back and forth a lot as I worked on school at the time (covid) in the basement and brought it back to my room after. I don't think my mom ever caught me doing this and I also think the cars stream was done with this set up plus my switch and capture card thrown in there for more wires.

Anyway I have since built my own computer, have 3 monitors, a mic stand, wireless mouse and headphones and I don't have to set up an entire computer station every time I stream.

#I did also kinda use this set up when i have streamed from my uncles house while I was house sitting a couple times but anyway #just thought that was funny #this was like 3 years ago now wow #also a lot of my keybinds are bcause my hands can't reach normal keys #you can't bully me that bad

[fierypen37]

Suggested prompt:

Hospital setting. Jon is a single, hot, doctor who never dates anyone (all other doctors and nurses try hard to get to him) but he only works and is dedicated to his daughter/son, until comes Dany, a sweet nurse who is enchanted by him and who gets Jon's attention (but he is complicated).

Tumblr ate my notification, anon. Apologies. Here's the flash fic:

Check my Pulse

“Ugh, here he comes,” Margaery said, rolling her eyes. Dany scanned the hallways, expecting the humorless terror, Dr. Stannis Baratheon, or even worse, the jovial (and handsy) Dr. Saan. Seeing neither, Dany looked past her to glimpse a dark head bent over a tablet and muttering dictation into a hospital phone.   

“Who is it?” Dany asked, straightening the hem of her scrubs. Margaery was her roommate from nursing school, though Dany had been a semester behind her. This was her first week on the surgical floor of King’s Landing Central Hospital and Margaery was assigned as her preceptor.

“It’s Dr. Snow. The impossibly hot and entirely unavailable trauma surgeon,” Margaery groused. As beautiful as Margaery was, when male attention was turned elsewhere, it stung her sensibilities.

“Maybe you can set him up with Loras,” Dany said, peering around the corner. Dr. Snow was hot. That messy black hair, the wire-rimmed glasses, the breadth of his shoulders straining against his white lab coat.

“Oh no, he’s not gay. Loras came by one day with lunch for me and flirted—like he does with everyone. And with Dr. Snow: nothing.”

“Not married?”

“No ring. An ex-wife listed on Ravensgram. And an absolutely adorable little girl,” Margaery said.

Dany nibbled on her lower lip, studying Dr. Snow. Marks of sleeplessness hung beneath his eyes, a scowl line creased deep between his brows. Moved to sympathy, she seized on an idea. There was a lull in their work, so she hurried to the break room and quickly nuked a cup of the coffee she brought from home, adding a dash of cinnamon, a dribble of cream. She took the seat beside him and set the coffee at his elbow.

“Mid-shift is always brutal. Looks like you could use a pick-me-up,” Dany said with a smile. Dr. Snow looked up from his work and returned the smile with a weak one of his own.

“Thank you . . .” his eye dropped to her ID badge, “Daenerys.”

“My friends call me Dany.”

Dr. Snow took a sip of the coffee, his eyes widening. The next smile was a brilliant flash of teeth.

“With coffee like this, I hope to count myself as your friend. I’m Jon,” he said, offering his hand for a shake. Dany felt Margaery’s eyes boring into the back of her head as she returned the handshake.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Dany said.          

#daenerys targaryen #jonerys #jon snow #fp37fic #flash fic #ask answered

[actual-greenninja]

DEMON SLAYER HEADCANONS except it's stupid things I've done as a child

Basically what the title says, this is a little chaotic and it made me realise that I was a seriously weird kid😭 repost cause smth went wrong!!

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🩷 Zenitsu once saw an open chocolate bar on the table and decided to take a small bit out of it. He then realised that it was one of those nasty yogurt health bars, he threw up afterwards

(he blamed the missing bite on inosuke afterwards).

🩷 Mitsuri was sort of a pick me as she would say things like "Only guys get my humour" or "Guys are much less drama" just so she could get more guys attention...

🩷 Inosuke ran into a road filled with driving cars when he was two, his care taker had to run and beg cars to stop driving so he could get hold of inosuke. Inosuke was somehow unharmed.

🩷 Sanemi once got so angry at Genya when they were younger that Sanemi took Genya's tablet and punched the screen so hard until it broke.

🩷 Genya thoroughly enjoyed eating lip balm, he still to this day will have a habit of licking his lips immediately after applying some

🩷 Muichirou was terrified of FNAF and Yuichirou would often hide in his closet at night and would jump out at him like that one foxy jumpscare😭. Muichirou did not feel safe at night afterwards...

🩷 Obanai was scared shitless of cats when he was younger and once when he saw a cat on the sidewalk he was walking on he ran into the road screaming to the other side of the road to get away from it.

🩷 Nezuko refuses to sleep at night unless it is with all of her toys, even those small plastic ones because she feared they would all feel left out and stop liking her which made her sad :(

🩷 Tanjiro had a similar problem but with his crayons. He would make sure to use all of them in a picture when he was younger so each crayon felt good abou themselves, even the white one😭

🩷 Uzui once saw a cute girl that was waaaaay too old for him at a gathering his parents brought him to. (He was 5 she was 16). He spent the whole night trying to look cool Infront of her and when it was time to go he fully believed they were gonna get married...

It took him 20 years to realize that he was at a family gathering and that the girl was his distant cousin whom he never saw again

🩷 Giyuu got in trouble often because he would always doodle over his work in school.

🩷 Once Genya made a small house in Minecraft that he was extremely proud of. Sanemi then got onto Minecraft and made a whole fucking castle just so he could put Genya in his place.

🩷 Akaza spent many of his days in class imagining how if there was an ambush of big men attacking the classroom he would go super saiyan and be able to take them all on in hand to hand combat. He was five.

🩷 Shinobu had a Gacha channel where she made those "doing your dares" videos with her oc's. She even had her own edgy boyfriend oc for her oc.

🩷 Muichirou for some reason memorised the whole Cat In the Hat movie script and would take videos of himself saying it word for word.

🩷 Rengoku helped a little girl go down a slide because it was obvious that she was scared. After that she then followed Rengoku everywhere until her dad took her home <3

🩷 Shinobu was caught watching gay ship amvs of her favourite cartoon on her tablet by Kanae. She cried the whole day, begging Kanae not to get her in trouble.

🩷 When Genya was little there was this small bowl and spoon that they would dish sugar out of. Genya would take that spoonful of sugar and eat it secretly. He was immediately caught because the spoon would be wet from his drool💀

🩷 Shinobu once got so pissed at kanae she " ran away from home" with a little suitcase filled with clothes. She really just went to the backyard where she sat down in the cold and finally went back in when Kanae called for dinner.

🩷 At night Inosuke would act all crazy and insane before bed so the " demons under his bed" knew that he was on their side💀

🩷 Giyuu was told by his sister that "God can make anything happen" in an uplifting way but instead it made Giyuu paranoid that a tsunami would come out of no where just to spite him for being naughty.

🩷 Sanemi purposefully stepped on a jelly fish at the beach and somehow didn't get stung...(im so sorry)

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Yeah lol, that's it. I never realized I was a pretty odd felow

#demon slayer #kimetsu academy #kimetsu no yaiba #shinaguzawa genya #kny tanjirou #kny nezuko #kny zenitsu #kny inosuke #kny hashira #kny rengoku #kny mitsuri #kny giyuu #kny sanemi #kny obanai #kny uzui #kny headcanons

[gunophilia]

Hello, before I get too far into it, I'm just going to give my main point right away:

I get it.

Writing is hard. Art in general is hard, but in my experience, finding the motivation to continue a story is one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. Trying to find the words to explain it is difficult, ironically, how do you really explain the overwhelming want to do only to loss all motivation the second you actually try? It's not that I don't want to write, I absolutely do, and I have all these stories and plots and ideas inside my head but the second I try and put pen to paper it feels impossible.

I guess I'll compare it to something else, albeit in a similar field. When I was younger, I loved to dry. Every moment of freetime I got in elementary school was dedicated to doodling all over my worksheets and notebook paper. And I was terrible at it, absolutely horrendous, but the best part was that I didn't care. I liked drawing, it never mattered to me how good it was. Until someday it did, and I realized that my skill level didn't match my standards, so I stopped. And every time afterward, when I would draw, no matter if it was a doodle in the corner or I tried to sit down and focus, I always gave up because it felt pointless. I'd lost my motivation, and so I gave up for years and I felt disappointed in myself. The same sort of thing happened with writing, one day I realized I wasn't happy with what I was doing because it felt armature.

At some point, about almost a year ago, I decided completely out of the blue that I wanted to try drawing again, so I bought a tablet to make sure I had to commit and couldn't give up like all the other times, I had a sit down with myself, and I asked this question:

What do I want out of my art?

And the answer was simple, to just enjoy doing it. So that was my goal, not to get better, but to just rediscover the joy thay drawing brought me. It definitely took a while, until I was able to look at other pieces of artwork and see things I liked and wanted to do myself rather than to compare myself to them. After a while I was drawing for myself, just to have fun, and I didn't care if it was good or skillful, all that was important was that I liked it and that was enough.

I still struggle with writing, I have a storyline that I want to follow but it's still just so hard to find the motivation, and I've decided that yes, one day it is going to happen, but it doesn't need to be today, so even just writing a silly little side story or even just a couple sentences of notes is enough for now, because it's still something.

Anyways this got away from me and I think the message for lost, so I guess I'll just put it plainly here, art is hard, and even if you love doing it that sometimes actually doing it seems impossible, especially if you feel like it's something you have to do over wanting to do it.

Sorry for the essay, but I'm feeling sappy tonight and a post of yours reminded me of my own journey.

I hope this was helpful, and if not, then I'm so sorry and please feel absolutely free to ignore this.

Have a good one, and I hope writing is something you can enjoy doing just for the sake of doing it. <3

are you me from an alternate universe? (jk) your story is very similar to what I've been going through. sometimes I get a spark of inspiration, but that by itself is not enough to get me to actually sit down and do the work. I sit down, realize how much time/effort will need to be put in, and give up before I start. it really sucks. i feel like i cant/shouldn't work on anything unless it can be finished in one sitting.

#thanks for the ask!

[pinkchangelingdemon]

Who am I?: Part 3

I stayed as Frank for only 48 hours.

His life was dedicated to running. He worked as a running instructor and had a strict schedule, diet,... Everything in his life was planned.

I thought of ignoring his schedule but it would have altered his life.

You may ask: "then why didn't you turn the teachers straight again?" Because: 1) I'm gay so how I insert thoughts I don't have? 2) One of them said kissing the other was the biggest rush in his life. How do I change that?

Back to Frank.

The days as him were boring, none of his clients was "interesting". Instead, the nights were something. With a body like his, no one resisted me. The second night, I even brought not one but two guys to Frank's bed, and thanks to Frank's endurance it wasn't a challenge.

After two days following his schedule, I decided it was time to leave Frank. I had my fun but it wasn't worth it.

...

-Dude! Rob!

Rob turned to look at me. He was looking at his tablet outside of school.

-Hey Frank! What are you doing her...

I hugged him, and I easily entered Rob again.

I corresponded the hug and felt my dick against Frank's. I couldn't help but rub it a little.

I missed being Robert Walker, the PE teacher.

- See you at the gym, dude - I said with Rob's voice while separating myself from Frank.

-Ye...yeah, sure. -Then he left still recovering from the possession.

...

I unlocked the camera of Rob's tablet and smiled at my reflection.

"How much my face has changed... from being a 18 nerd to one of my crushes from high school" then I tried to remember my face, the one I was born with, and I couldn't. Weird.

I logged in the teachers grading web to see my photo. It hit me again, "what was my name?" Why I couldn't remember that?

It's like I had the memories of my life like attending to class, people bullying me... But I couldn't remember myself in them.

Then I felt a hand touching my waist.

- Good morning Mr Walker! - Mr White, the math teacher, said winking at me. Then he saw my face-Babe, are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost!

- Mr W... Andrew... is there... a student missing? - I asked.

- What are you talking about Rob? Of course not- Mr White answered a bit worried.

I tried to calm myself. After two weeks possessing people, I didn't plan to go back to normal. But something was definitely wrong.

I exhaled.

-Rob? Earth calling Robert Walker? - Mr White tried to cheer me up making a silly face.

I couldn't help but laugh.

- Don't worry Andrew, I think the coffee didn't make its effect today... - I joked.

Andrew hugged me. Then, one of his hand grabbed Rob's butt and he whispered.

-Same hour, my place?

...

Before heading to the school gym, I walked to the principal's office. I wasn't a problematic student so I had to use Rob's memories to get there.

I knocked at the door. No answer. I opened it and walked in, and started looking for my student file. It had to be there somewhere.

I was lucky, I found the cabinet with my class files. All my classmates files were there, not mine. Two ideas popped in my mind, maybe I was one of them, but couldn't remember who. The other idea of being erased from existence sickened me more.

I was so shocked that I didn't hear the door opening.

-Mr Walker! I demand to know what are you doing in my office right now! - ordered the principal.

#male possession #male body possession #male body swap #straight to gay #teacher possession

[puredramione]

Why do you ship dramione? I don't get it.

I have debated answering this ask for quite some time. However, I am going to be optimistic and assume that you are inquiring why I ship dramione out of pure curiosity.

If not, then please ignore this post as life is really too short to be sat worrying about what someone else is doing with their time. I apologise this may be lengthy.

Now let’s start with how I got into dramione. My friends at school were constantly talking about fanfiction, at the time I was solely a book reader, iPads and tablets didn’t have the lovely new book smell I craved so I didn’t pay it much attention. I read some fanfiction in 2012, mostly as a dare, I had to read a Snape/Hedwig fanfic, that to this day has really “scarred” me. But to each their own. I admire the creativity of that person.

I started reading dramione in 2013, after much debate about what I should read, I had listed majority of the ship names in my head and “dramione” just sounded right. Like that way you feel when the sun hits you. I cannot be certain of what the first fic I read was now. But I know the first multi-chapter I loved was Isolation by bex-chan.

Now, the reason why I ship it, apart from the nice, insanely talented and just freaking amazing people this fandom has? I would say the end products. I can’t even imagine how these people do it but they do and it’s incredible.

I mean why dramione? Great question, but I don’t actually think I have an answer. Is it possible because I’m a hopeless romantic that would love the idea of someone changing their entire belief system to just be with me? Maybe. Do I like to read that someone can love someone despite knowing all the terrible things they’ve done but decide fuck it? However I think I just always love the stories of characters that just shouldn’t work but do, and do so incredibly.

I see a lot of the times people saying that it’s disgusting shipping dramione cause Draco bullied Hermione, that the idea sickens them. However I think we forget that Hermione isn’t a perfect saint either. Girl physically attacked him and in a way fucked with him psychologically in the books.

And not to get too personal. But I’ve been bullied, and not just name calling etc. At school I would eat lunch in toilets (I know how hygienic?). I went out with a boy who hurt me cause I didn’t know any better. But the difference is….this is fictional. It isn’t intended to hurt someone, if anything these works have brought me immense joy when I was at my lowest and maybe that’s the reason why I ship dramione.

(This is where I’m going to do some shout outs, please only spread love and appreciation, NO HATE!)

We have insanely amazing writers (in no particular order):

@ambpersand / @lovesbitca8 / @senlinyu / @indreamsink / @heyjude19-writing / @galfoy / @willhavetheirtrinkets / @mightbewriting / @colubrina / @cleotheo / @floorcoaster / @pacific-rimbaud / everythursday 💔 (I miss H&V everyday) / @rizzlewrites / @misdemeanor1331 / @ravenslightwrites / @magicaltraveler3

The incredible artists of this fandom:

@avendell / @jaxx-in-a-box / @nikitajobson / @enselius / @darrusha-art / @keerthi-draws / @ladykenz347 / @mia-moriarty-art / @abrilas-art / @efinna / @artfleureia / @ayaka-arts

And honestly any creator that contributes to this fandom, they have helped me during some bad times personally with their works and I’ll always appreciate that!

And honestly I can’t even begin to write how lucky I feel to be part of a fandom with these incredible people to look up to. So if you’re interested jump in and enjoy the ride, if you’re not then I hope you find your passion and it’s just as good. We all deserve to find those things in life that bring us joy.

#ask #dramione

[angelsstars]

SAGAU Idea: When the player fell into Teyvat they recounted how they felt like they were falling behind everyone else in their old world. When talking about it they have this profound sadness.

They remember hearing about it from behind the screen... What will they do now?

(Lord I just want fluff. I relate too much to Bennett)

hi, Thanks for the idea I hope it meets your standards.

No more falling Behind SAGAU X GN!Raeder

(A/N: First fanfic I hope it was on track. I kept taking breaks so it took really long. I know you said fluff but I got carried away)

Summary: The ask

CW: A little Angst, Fluff, SAGAU, GN! Reader, POC! Friendly, Cussing like twice, isekai, please tell me if I forgot anything

word count: 878

warning: I do not own genshin impact or its characters i only on Y/N

(barely a prof read its 1:56 am I'm tired)

“3rd pov”

You weren't a social butterfly you loved staying by your self not like it was your choice it came naturally. You had “friends” they weren't friends they were aquatints. While everyone was playing or talking in our free time at school you would sit on the sidelines. It wasn't your fault you tried but it would never end well you felt that you were falling behind. on field trips, Picture day, Class projects, or even outside school, you still felt that way. You would linger in the back. From time to time people check up on you, The counselor, The teachers, The principal, your parents, hell even the janitor. The same question “hey are you ok ?” the same answer “ I'm Fine “ it was inevitable you always felt like you were falling behind……..

Not always when you were playing my Favorite game Genshin Impact it wasn't the best but it was yours. You never really felt that way unless you started talking or thinking about it. When you were playing you were at your happiest. You had it on your computer, laptop, phone, and tablet. You loved the characters and you related to some. You always made sure they had the best weapons and Artifacts. You loved them and they felt like friends. They were your friends. And Being so you would tell them about your day.

“Readers pov”

I had just got home 45 minutes ago and taken a shower after mom had picked me up she told me I was gonna be home alone again. I didn't mind though. After getting done with everything in the bathroom. I headed to my room and threw my clothes into the dirty basket. Winter break had started today so no homework. I had started my favorite game and waited for it to load once it did I started to talk to them. I know they couldn't hear me but they're my friends so it just feels right.

“ Good evening guys how are you…… Well, my day was normal as always I got my essay on fictional writing done today, and Mrs.Andrews said it was good as always……” I had trailed off

“Remember the group project I told you guys about? I had read my part of it  and I had been asked to talk louder 6 times, That was super embarrassing.” I started to whisper at the end

“But again I was falling behind my group when we had to present.” I started to get quiet and started to feel that feeling I'm all too familiar with.

“ I was falling behind again. Why do I always have to do that I tried really. I did but it never works I hate it. I hate it so much.” I had to stop moving my current character because that familiar feeling I was having is sadness.

“ I always felt out of place sometimes I wish to live in your world.” I let out a sigh afterward I had started to zoon out before ____ ideal started I had snapped out of my trance and went back to what I was doing before.

“3rd pov”

Y/N had no idea Their friends were actually listening to them. They always did and they had always felt bad for them. They all loved them and loved to hear them talk just about anything. But hearing the bad things had brought an idea to them. The plan was that Klee would ask Alice to bring you into their world. But Alice did say there would be consequences. Every memory of you would be forgotten in your world. Hearing the way you talked about your world they agreed.

“New mail!” Had shown up on your screen. You took a quick glance at it and clicked it. In it read something about a new quest that has been unlocked. “Click to continue” you had mindlessly clicked it and your vision went blurry.

“Readers Pov”

“Y/N…… Y/N hey it's time to get up” I heard

‘ know that voice somewhere……. BENNET!’ I had thought I snapped my eyes open and blaring lights and heavy winds are what I woke up to how the hell am I hear

“ whew, Piamon thought you were never gonna wake up!”

‘ this has to be a dream ’ I had thought

“ how am I here,” I said

*After a lot of explaining*

I nodded my head knowing I wasn't upset honestly. And noticed we were at windrise I looked into the water at my reflection I was in a beautiful outfit with my hair and skin looking gorgeous .

“Come on let's show you around.” I heard bennet say. I nodded and turned around Piamon and the twins started heading toward mondstat but bennet stayed back with me.

“Come on” he held out his hand. I looked at his hand than him.

‘What if I fall behind again’ i had thought. I guess had a look on my face

“Hey. It's ok no more falling behind.” Bennet said I looked at his hand and felt reassurance

‘ New world new me’ i had thought

“No more falling behind !.” I took his hand in mine and we ran hand in hand to catch up………. Tripping on air on the way

No more falling behind

#sagau #genshin imact #self aware genshin #gn!reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau genshin #isekai #genshin isekai

[the-suicidal-lizard]

So...

Is Night at the Museum 4: Kahmunrah Rises Again being classed as cannon by people, or...?

Besides the insulting lack of Jedtavius, (and lack of the ongoing gag of “small men do something that’s horrifying to them, yet nothing to us (i.e. the car tire, the squirrel, and the vent), this isn’t what the post is about... it’s about the inconsistencies.

Like, yeah sure there were a few in the original three, but they weren’t show stopping, or ruining the magic, or even confusing things, such as; Cecil Fredrick’s implying that he only found out about the magic of the tablet when he took the job as a Night Guard, and then enjoyed the magic. But, in the third movie it’s as if he knew ALL ALONG. No mention of Rebecca in the second movie, none of the “Amelia Earhart Look-Alike” in the third. Or,  Kahmunrah being wax rather than being a mummy. But, I can overlook that...

HOWEVER!

I will not overlook the magnitude in NATM 4.

Let’s talk inconsistencies.

There was no Joan of Arc in the original 3. Yes, I understand WHY they did this, but still, it was never even mentioned there was an exhibit dedicated to her. (Did they get a section for her between films?)

There was a severe lack of Teddy/Sacagawea, as if it was forgotten. (As there was of Jedtavius, but I can see why they cut that out.)

Larry has meant to have moved on, went to college, got a degree, and gone into teaching, yet he’s back at the museum??? Working as a night guard??? NATM 3 is about moving on, and letting go, but... now he’s back...

Where was Don??? Y’know? Erica’s boyfriend??? Don is never really brought up again in the next two films after the first, but they were dating, enough that Nicky sorta looked up to him and Erica trusted him to pick up Nicky. Did they break up, and it was never mentioned???? Ever...

And that’s another thing, Nicky’s meant to be in college at this point. To reiterate, that was the point of the third film, moving on and becoming better. Remember, one of the conflicts was Nicky had no idea what he wanted to do, he wanted to go DJ and Larry wanted him to go to college. He should not in High School. Not to mention, Nicky was flirting with that girl in the third movie at the very beginning, and didn’t appear to have a girlfriend, and the way NATM 4 implies that he’s TOTALLY gone for Mia, it would seem that they would be a “power couple”.

ANOTHER THING! Dr. McPhee is let on in the secret at the end of NATM 3. He is made aware that everything in the museum comes to life at night, and he sees it, and he’s amazed, he even finds it rather funny. Yet in NATM 4, he has no idea they come to life, and Nicky is trying to usher him out the door. And, McPhee seems to hate Nicky and Larry, despite in the end rather liking Larry and being thankful to him for taking the fall for the entire situation with the exhibits attacking.

ALSO, where is Ahkmenrah??? Did he just... vanish? Does he no longer exist??? Did he go back to England???

Which is also ANOTHER point. The reason at the end of NATM 3 everything came to life, was because it is a moving exhibit and was visiting New York. It doesn’t stay in one place for a long time, so it seems to have moved on from The Museum of Natural History, so... why does The Museum of Natural History STILL have the tablet? It should have gone with Ahkmenrah and the English Exhibit, and if it didn’t, Dr. McPhee would have probably been arrested. And, that’s what the exhibits wanted in NATM 3, for Ahkmenrah to have the tablet, and to be with his family.

Maybe the moving exhibit is still there? If so, what about Tilly??? She should still be there too, and I don’t think she would leave Laa, nor would Laa leave Tilly again. And if they did stay, Tilly would have been a good Night Guard rather than Nicky. And if they’re still there, where is Lancelot??? Where is Merenkahre and Shepseheret??? Where is Trixie??? (Therefore, it’s my belief that the moving exhibit is no longer there.)

Not finished yet! Another thing to note is... Kahmunrah is meant to be dead. Remember, he was pushed into the Afterlife through the Gate to the Underworld, right? Well, why and how is he back? “But OP, it’s another wax figure” I can hear some of you yelling; then why does he know what happened? If it’s a different wax figure, he shouldn’t know. Remember in NATM 2, when Larry found a bust of Teddy and Teddy had no idea who Larry was??? I do! So... it’s CLEARLY meant to be the same Kahmunrah.

Maybe it takes place between NATM 2 and 3??? But, it can’t! Because, Laa is there, and Laa was only introduced at the beginning of NATM 3. If Laa wasn’t there, I would have rather easily been able to say “it takes place between NATM 2 and 3″, but because he is, it means it’s MEANT to be after 4.

Maybe it takes place DAYS after the end of NATM 3??? Again, Larry and Nicky shouldn’t be there, the English Exhibits and Tilly should still be there, McPhee should know what’s going on, and Kahmunrah still shouldn’t remember/should not be alive and Akhmenrah should have been there.

There’s probably more, such as posters and pictures shouldn’t be moving in the Museum of Natural History, which is why Larry found the Smithsonian so cool, because the pictures moved unlike theirs, and they shouldn’t be used as portals as it was NEVER referenced before.

Also, the fact Joan had powers and Seth was a real God which should be impossible, given the fact everything else in the museum’s don’t work like that. Like sure, things like volcanoes blowing up is a thing, but like... besides things directly tied to the Tablet, things so as magic, permanent damage and stuff isn’t real.

Joan had hallucinations and more than likely a mental illness, so to see it used like THAT was just so not good. (A way with words I know) Yes, she had visions and later they came true, but the way it was used was wrong. As if what Joan saw was fact, rather than Joan having a mental illness, and trying to fulfill it. (There is nothing wrong with having mental health issues, or anything like that. I just believe the way they used her mental health and her hallucinations was wrong.)

And Seth... while I can see something like this being done, it was the fact it was done with laser eyes, like... THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN! The tablet doesn’t seem to let that sort of thing happen. (But, then again actually; given that Seth is more tied to the tablet I think it could. I think my main issue with that is; the laser eyes. I think it angered me more than I thought it did.)

So, yeah take this rant... I clearly didn’t like NATM 4... oops

#night at the museum #night at the museum 4 #natm #rant #nerd rants #nerd stuff #nerd time #natm 4 #natm 4 spoilers #night at the museum: kahmunrah rises again #night at the museum 2 #night at the museum: battle of the smithsonian #night at the musuem 3 #night at the museum: secret of the tomb #natm 2 #natm 3 #dr mcphee #larry daley #nicky daley #kahmunrah rises again #natm kahmunrah #ahkmenrah #teddy roosevelt #teddy natm #natm sacagawea #attila the hun #natm laa #joan of arc #seth natm #natm seth

[schafpudel]

NGL if schools aren’t gonna teach people how to Actually Own their Digital Stuff, how to save things on an external hard drive or a flash drive or anywhere but the cloud, how to pirate, how to make backups.... maybe it should be a priority for any subcultures with a wide age range.

It should be fandom, or punk, or maybe fandom-punk, fuck i dont know, thats a shit term but i cant think of anything better, to be a librarian of data. keep a necklace’s worth of flashdrives if you must. keep backups, of any files you want to make sure *still exist* if a website goes down or a company buyout happens. save zines, save fanworks and original works, save essays and history, share them around but always make sure you have a hard copy.

but listen - “fandom elder” types. Don’t bitch about how the “younglings” (god that term is so condescending) are stupid. a lot of people in this age range are smart, many just been deprived of learning skills related to file navigation, using search systems, etc, that people in my age range got to learn either at home or in school. lots of schools just... stopped teaching half-decent desktop computer classes because they assumed “digital natives” wouldn’t need them.

Meanwhile... desktops are expensive, and bulky. I can understand, monetarily and spatially, why a lot of people younger than myself’s main experience with computer systems is smartphones and tablets.

I was lucky to not only have those classes, but also to have mentorship in how to use file systems from a young age at home, by parents who brought home a desktop for work and leisure when I was a kid in 1998.

That’s a privilege, something I never “earned” or “deserved” but just got because I was born to a specific socioeconomic background.

I have no right to scorn people for not having had that running start.