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Neighbors Extra V

Read Neighbors here | ~2.5k words

From me: based on this ask. Takes place probably in between Part 5 and Extra I

Warnings: a little angsty, a little fluffy, enjoy 💕

It was the stretch of bad weather that did it. Played a trick on his mind. It hurt to think about those weeks without his favorite people. He knew what bad weather could do to people and he knew how it could affect him. It was weird, the night before he rather enjoyed the sound of rain against the window, the slight chill in the air contrasted with the warmth coming off her from the bed. Now it seemed like a curse.

“Harry?” Rory called, hearing the thunder in the middle of the night. It made his heart ache to know Rory called Harry’s name and not for Mumma the way he usually did. Harry rolled out of bed pressing a swift kiss to her forehead despite his negativity settling into the pit of his stomach. He made his way for Rory’s room. He forgot about the frustration he felt about her and the weeks that she chose to separate them. Rory needed him.

“S’matter, lad?” Harry asked sitting on the end of his bed. There was relief in his eyes that was visible in the low light of his nightlight. That relief made Harry’s heart clench. He put his hand on his leg atop the covers and squeezed his shin.

“Is... is Mumma scared?” He asked softly.

Harry tilted his head curiously. “Mummy’s sleeping,” he assured him.

“Oh... um...” Rory was so little looking in his bed. “Mumma gets scared with thunder sometimes,” he explained. “I usually go sleep with her to keep her safe.”

Harry blamed the lateness of the hour for his slow-moving brain cells and not understanding what Rory was trying to tell him faster. “Oh?” He nodded. “I see. Well, do y’want t’come check on her?” He asked standing beside his bed and pulling the covers back.

He nodded eagerly; it was punctuated by a crack of thunder that practically shook the house. His eyes widened with fear while trying to be brave. After his little hospital stay, Harry noted how nervous Rory seemed sometimes—especially when it came to his mum and making sure she wasn’t nervous too. “That was scary,” Harry admitted and scooped Rory into his arms quickly, tucking his head against his shoulder.

“You’re scared of thunder?” He asked incredulously but didn't move his face from Harry's neck.

“Isn’t everyone?” Harry smirked without Rory seeing. “Y'know that Mummy is, me...s'like you’re the bravest one of us."

Rory squirmed a bit in Harry’s arms--like the weight of his phobia and subsequent fake-bravery was too much for him. “I think I’m a little afraid of thunder,” he whispered to Harry. Harry nodded and squeezed him.

“S’okay. S’brave of you t’want t’check on Mummy anyway.”

“I didn’t know if I was allowed to,” he admitted.

“Allowed?” Harry repeated.

“Because Mumma has you now.”

Harry didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the night. Not when he was feeling frustrated with the love of his life’s actions. Not when the weather was souring his mood. Not when Rory felt scared, and he didn’t know how to fix it completely.

“Rory,” Harry sighed stopping outside the bedroom. “Mummy and I are always going t’need you,” he promised. “You don’t have t’change how y’do things because m’here,” he pressed his lips against the little one’s forehead.

"Okay," he nodded.

Harry smiled at him again, ran his hand through his hair comfortingly before he headed back in the bedroom. He knelt on the bed and deposited Rory in the middle. She hadn’t moved. Probably tired from being perfect all day, Harry presumed. Rory nestled into the middle of the bed and Harry smiled softly, feeling more tired, thankfully, than when he woke up. His mind didn’t need to reel with more feelings of frustration before he fell back asleep. “Night, Harry,” Rory whispered.

Harry smiled as he drifted off. “Night Rory.”

The rainy night turned into a rainy day. Harry was quiet. She noticed it immediately. When she woke up with the help of her internal clock at six-thirty, she realized Rory’s little face was staring back at her. She blinked in surprise, wondering when he got there. Harry’s hand was resting protectively on Rory’s little rib cage and her heart melted so thoroughly she thought she would cry.

Swallowing the emotion in her throat she snuck out of bed to start breakfast as Rory would surely wake up with the help of his own internal clock in about thirty minutes. The rain and dark clouds made her think of her trip to the hospital in the middle of the night, quickly she shook her head of those thoughts.

As if on cue, Harry and Rory descended the stairs as she poured juice for them. “Hi Mumma!” Rory smiled excitedly. Harry released him and he scurried over to hug her legs. She bent and kissed the top of his head before returning to the scrambled eggs on the stove.

“Hi love bug,” she grinned. “Did you sleep okay?”

Rory glanced back at Harry and nodded. “Harry said I was really brave about the thunder.”

She was surprised she didn’t wake to the sound of it and moreover the sound of Rory’s little worried voice because of it. She pursed her lips and glanced at Harry as well. “Yeah?” She asked quietly.

Harry nodded. He pressed a kiss to her temple and grabbed the three glasses of orange juice to settle on the table. “Rory was braver than I was,” he repeated. “He wanted t’make sure y’were sleeping okay. Because y’get scared in the thunderstorms sometimes.”

Her heart clenched with love for the little one. More for Harry for going along with every little detail and every insecurity Rory shared with him. She smiled and nodded. “Thanks, cutie pie,” she ruffled his hair as he held onto her leg still.

Harry sat at the table. Normally, she wouldn’t have paid much attention to the position, but he didn’t really look up from his phone. He didn’t look up when she said breakfast was almost ready—when he usually hopped up to get plates, silverware, etc. Rory followed over to Harry. Joined him by sitting right on his lap, Harry moving instinctively to hold him as they examined Harry’s phone.

“Honey, can you ask Harry if it’s okay first—he might be doing something for work or—”

“S’fine, kitten,” he mumbled, interrupting her without further explanation.

“It’s highlights from the soccer game,” Rory explained.

Biting her lip, she suddenly felt a bit intrusive. Quietly, she set plates in front of the pair and then ate her own food in near silence—save for the cheers and announcers coming from Harry’s phone. It felt odd to feel left out. For so long it had been her and Rory. Perhaps she was imagining it, but she swore Harry almost seemed... annoyed with her.

After Rory started playing on his own, she would ask. Or maybe when Rory went to sleep tonight.

For now, even if she was a bit anxious about Harry’s coldness toward her, she couldn’t help but adore how sweet Harry and Rory looked at the other end of the table. The same concentrated expression on their faces as they watched his phone screen. Her heart was so full it felt illegal to be that happy. Harry kissed the back of Rory’s head without fanfare, without thinking. His phone propped against the flower vase while he ate his breakfast with one hand.

Just as quietly, she snapped a picture of the pair of them. One to send to her family as well as his for sure.

Rory and Harry were nearly inseparable the whole day. It allowed her to get a lot of cleaning and laundry done that had been neglected since Rory couldn’t play in the yard with the unending rainy weather. In the late afternoon, Rory asked that they play a few rounds of Candyland. So, they did. Harry smiled at Rory the whole time and chuckled every time her turn brought her back to the Peppermint Forest when she was almost to the Candy Castle.

It almost felt mean spirited.

But the boys went to play again in Rory's room after Candyland. Harry even got Rory to take a bath without the usual argument that ensued when she did. Their little day spent together right under her nose made her a little jealous—although she wasn’t sure who she was jealous of when she thought about it. They paused to have leftovers for dinner (because it was Saturday, and that was their routine) While they played, she read some of her long-neglected book that was often set to the side for room to play with her son.

“Rory wants you t’say goodnight,” Harry said quietly as he flopped onto the couch grabbing the controller off the coffee table. She blinked, glanced at the clock along the wall of the dining area and shook her head at how rapidly the time had moved.

“It’s eight already?” She asked, mostly to herself. There was no arguing, no ‘one more story,’ not even a good night kiss as had happened many nights before when Harry put Rory to bed.

He nodded anyway, scrolling through movie and show options on Netflix without even looking at her. She eyed him suspiciously the entire time she ascended the stairs to Rory’s room. “Hi Mumma,” he grinned happily. He smelled clean and fresh. His room was tidy (thanks to Harry’s kind reminders as they played, she was sure). Rory was perfect. But she may have been a bit biased.

“Hi baby,” she smiled. “Did you have fun playing with Harry today?” She asked.

He nodded. “We played so much,” it was as if he realized it all on his own and how weird of a day it was to have a playdate right near her without hardly including her.

“You did,” she grinned and kissed his forehead. “I love you. Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” She had said it to him since the day they met Harry and he had asked for clarification.

He grinned and rolled over sleepily. “I love you, too, Mumma,” he yawned. She turned his light off, ensuring the nightlight remained on. She closed the door and returned to the living room. Harry was unmoved; legs outstretched on the coffee table.

Harry shifted as she removed her book from the sofa and placed it beside Harry’s feet on the table. He was silent. Her discomfort amplified and she turned to him. “Are you...okay?” She asked. He nodded, still unspeaking. She bit the inside of her lip. “Uh...Harry, it really feels like—”

“It was really unfair,” he mumbled. His gaze was unmoving from the TV but he wasn’t watching.

“What was—”

“You just...stopped talking t’me. Y’didn’t tell me why. Rory had t’come t’me in secret t’invite me t’his game,” he reminded her. “I know why y’did,” he looked at her squarely for the first time all day. “But it hurt. And I never really got t’grieve it because you came back but it hurt,” he repeated. Her chest ached, feeling like he pierced a whole right through it.

“Harry,” she whispered, an apology forming.

He shook his head. “Y’don’t have t’say anything. S’over and m’not...” he sighed. “M’really not mad, kitten. M’not. S’jus’ the crummy weather made me think of it. Playing with Rory all day made me think ‘bout all those weeks I didn’t have with him. S’not fair and s’not anyone’s fault. M’jus... sad.”

Her heart felt shattered. “But—”

“You don’t have t’say anything.”

But she felt like she did. Harry resenting her felt like a very real possibility and it terrified her. “You’ll resent me.”

“Of course I won’t,” he turned to her with such fierceness in his eyes she felt as if the sun had finally broke the cloud barrier after their long weak of rain. “I know why y’did it. But m’sad about it,” he grabbed her hand. “I trust you that it won’t happen again,” he kissed her knuckles. “M’sorry I was cold today. I jus’ never got t’process or tell you how it felt.”

Well, if it was worse than this moment--and she was sure that it wasn’t even a fraction of the anguish and hurt Harry felt at the time--then she didn’t want to ever make him feel that way again. Didn’t want to experience it herself in any manner—even if Harry very much deserved to make her feel the way she made him feel.

“Harry,” she repeated. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted. Tongue-tied, confused, and unsure. Things she rarely felt since she had Rory because she couldn't. “I... I don’t know how to—”

“Kitten,” he squeezed her hand. “M’not mad. M’not going t’hold it against you. But I needed to tell you, so I don’t.”

“Harry,” she felt like a broken record.

“Beautiful,” he echoed in the same tone. “M’not mad,” he promised.

She crawled across the couch, curled in his lap and nuzzled against him in a way that a grown woman had no business to do. Tears stung behind her eyes and her breath felt shallow in her lungs. “I was an idiot,” she whispered hoping it would ease the ache, the fear she felt of losing Harry when she had only started to have him.

“Oh, kitten,” he cooed. “Y’might be the most intelligent woman I’ve ever met,” he assured her running his hand up and down her back. “I was mean today. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You should have punched me in the face.”

He chuckled. “Never in a billion years, love,” he brushed her hair out of her face. “You didn’t need t’do it, but I get it.”

“I didn’t. I shouldn’t have. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

“M’telling you, you don’t need to. I won’t behave poorly like I did today again.”

Her heart felt so broken--she was afraid to speak. Worried it would just come out in a mess of sobs that Harry would unfairly have to comfort. “I can’t even believe you’re apologizing for your behavior. It was my own doing.”

“Angel,” he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose. “You did what you thought was best as a mum. M’never going t’fault you for that; just...” he smiled and shook his head. “Tell me beforehand next time, yeah?”

She snorted. “I won’t ever let there be a next time,” she vowed. He winked at her, cupped her face with his hands that she missed gently caressing her and touching her in between playing with Rory, all day long. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers to seal the promise.

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hargr0vefield · 4 months

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my boyfriend eddie munson headcanons ☼

a terrible cook. but for some odd reason, a very solid pancake and waffle maker

has a phobia of rusted rings, therefore all his jewelry is stainless steel

has a backstory and name for each of his leather coats. there’s not many, he’s very picky about which belong in his collection

uses very established products on his hair. he begged you not to mention it again after you found them in his shower

makes it a habit to light incense

is an avid back to the future fan

michael j fox IS his man crush

cereal lover, particularly picks out the boxes with the designs and games for kids on them

“baby, you can’t have any more cereal,” “y/n, it’s the healthiest thing i eat”

very touchy, in the most heartfelt and loving way

longs to make up for the lack of it he never received throughout his life

strange fascination with race cars

you bought him nascar tickets for christmas

he took a polaroid picture of the ticket and stuck it to his wall

owns multiple picks and combs

has a lighter collection

his favorite lighter he purchased in panama

likes interlocking fingers when holding hands

talks you through it

consent is the most important thing to him

likes his hair being pulled, only by you

plans extra, extra hard on d&d campaigns - any free time goes to you or hellfire

once was involved in a fist fight with gareth because he assumed eddie put no work into the campaign

“have you even worked at this at all? we’re all here busting our asses day and ni-“ *boom*

sits like an inch away from the tv

“eddie, that’ll ruin your eyes” “your face will ruin my eyes”

likes to open doors for people, especially you

meets with a tutor every wednesday, makes sure to let you know when he’s heading there and when he’s heading home

he really, really thinks ‘86 is his year

has an affinity for you in tight clothing

really is a slut, but the gentle kind

has an exceptionally tight grip

loves colder weather- leather jacket season

let’s you borrow anything from his closet

he’ll get really excited if you ask to wear his hellfire shirt

“i’m sorry if it smells like booze, dustin knocked my can all over me”

loves whispering to you

usually it’s sweet nothings

most of the time it’s as you drift asleep in his bed, metal posters staring down at you from above

usually smells like eucalyptus and cigarettes- mixed with essential hair oils

actually has a really, really sharp memory

“i don’t even remember what i said to her to make her this mad at me-“ “you said she was lazy and that it was seeping into her day to day life and through to your guys’ friendship.” “eddie-“

picks you over anyone, sometimes even over hellfire

“get your ass to gareth’s. incase you forgot, we have rehearsal today” “i’m with y/n, you pack of dumbasses can wait”

keeps a box of polaroids of you under his bed

most are appropriate, some aren’t

dustin almost accidentally opened the box once

eddie slapped him hard across the hand, leaving a red mark

he instantly apologized profusely

“god, henderson i’m so sorry bout that- just don’t- just don’t open that box, alright?”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n

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loupy-mongoose · 3 months

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As tends to happen when I’m in an art funk, I’ve stockpiled a few sketch sheets.

First up, a little Momo love!

These ones are based on a plushie I got for Christmas. I want to reverse engineer its pattern someday, because I ADORE its proportions!

(The bottom right two are just freehands, not based on the plushie.)

And then just some “whatever my hands felt like doing” doodles.

And… a character that I’ve been trying to iron out for a bit now… she’ll be relevant to the story at some point, but I’ve been enjoying drawing her and finally getting a solid idea of what I want her to be.

But since she’s relevant to the future, I’ll put her stuff under a read more, for those who would rather wait until she’s officially introduced.

This character is named Jamie, and is very near and dear to my heart. She’s not only an old OC of mine, but she—with help from a Gardevoir— is basically the one who got me out of a human drawing phobia many years ago. (So you can thank her for me being bold enough to share today, lol.) She started out as a trainer-sona, but quickly became a character all her own, very different from me as a person.

Anyway, first for her, some gesture things and mood drawings.

Some hairdo practice

(I default to making parts either in the middle or on the left, hence the blurb in there, lol.)

And some fun I had with her Crobat, partially inspired by a comment from @penumbramewtwos

(I forgot her scars there, but it kinda works because I feel like this would happen before she got them. X3)

And finally, the part where I really felt like I was getting somewhere with her, aka some clothing testing.

I’ve been wanting to hold off revealing her until she comes into the story, but I really like how these all turned out, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready to move the story along. On top of that, her reveal really wouldn't have any special impact to most of you, since you don't know her. (Aside from a select few.)

So I thought I’d give in and share her with you all. Plus that frees me up to share more doodles of her if I so choose.

I hope you enjoy! ^v^

#Linden Roots #art #doodle dump #babbies #branch

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mikachacha · 7 months

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𝚃𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊 (𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝!𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You always wanted to have a tattoo but there's just one thing that's keeping you from getting it done, your fear of needles but then you got bored and decided to book an appointment with this gorgeous tattoo artist named Bada Lee.

Warnings: language, mentions of needles and some blood (because reader is getting tattooed), and this will be fluff

(A/N: this has been in my mind sice i read the request earlier 😩😩 then the wheel of fics decided to land on this particular idea, twice! Thanks @asweetcollide for this idea and i hope that im giving this any justice)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

You were always scared of needles for as long as you could remember. There's just something about it that makes you want to bolt out and hide but you also wanted to get a tattoo. Maybe a small wave on your arm or something else but then again getting tattooed means you're gonna be in contact with a needle which didn't sit right with you.

"Cheche I badly want a tattoo.." you whined out as you scrolled on your pinterest and saw so many cute tattoo ideas. Cheche playfully rolled her eyes hearing you whine, knowing full too well that you'd chicken out from the idea of getting one if she decides to bring you to a shop right now because you have trypanophobia or the fear of needles. But then she got an idea, she began searching her contacts before shoving her phone to your face.

"I got the perfect artist for you! Bada is really good with first timers. I mean, the face is already a distraction. You won't even notice that she's doing her work on you until it's done." Cheche says and you immediately searched up the tattoo artist she recommended. You found her social and stalked for a bit. Cheche wasn't kidding when she said that you'd be distracted by the artist's looks. Bada is simply gorgeous. If you didn't have a phobia, you're certainly tattooed from head to toe if she's your tattoo artist.

"Book me an appointment please?" you asked your friend who just laughed and nodded as she was already messaging Bada for your tattoo appointment.

"She's free on Saturday after lunch. You wanna go?" Cheche asked and you contemplated a bit before nodding your head and sealing your fate. You're finally getting your wish done and also facing your fears. Talk about hitting two birds with one stone.

Saturday rolled by quickly and Cheche, along with Minah and Sowoen, dragged your ass to your tattoo appointment since you needed your closest friends as your moral support.

"You can do it, Y/N! We're just gonna be outside so text us if you need anything." Minah smiles and the three sauntered off. Before you can go run after them, you saw your tattoo artist and you swore you forgot how to breathe when she smiled at you. Hot damn, that girl is serving the looks plus she's tall. You wanted to climb her like a tree but that might get you arrested so you behaved.

"Y/N, right? Ready for your first tattoo?" Bada asked and you just stood there, looking flustered and lost at the same time which she found adorable. She held out her hand for you to take before leading you to the back. She showed you some designs for your desired tattoo and when everything was finalized, she had you lie down so you could relax and even offered you some drinks to help you relax further.

"I have fear of needles so I'm really sorry if I'm giving you a hard time right now.." you apologized and she just smiles, ruffling your head as she prepared everything for your session.

"No worries, you're actually doing great. Just tell me if it's becoming too much, okay? I'll stop immediately. We'll continue whenever you feel like you're okay. There's no rush." Bada assures and you nodded. She began to tattoo your arm and you winced at the initial contact. You wanted to bolt right there and then but seeing as how Bada is being so gentle and careful for your sake, you decided against it though you couldn't help the stray tears rolling off from your eyes.

When Bada noticed, she immediately stopped and pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back and whispering reassuring words to you until you calmed down enough and asked her to continue. She would constantly look at your face to make sure you're okay as she worked on your tattoo. To distract you, she would make the most ridiculous jokes until the tattoo was done.

"Wow.. It looks really cute.." you gasped as you saw the finished product. Bada smiles and began to clean everything up. She's proud of you for braving your fears and thinks that you're so adorable that she wants to take you out on a little date. A bit of a reward as well as you did such great job throughout the whole session.

"Yeah? I'm glad that you like it. By the way Y/N, wanna go out for some coffee together? A little treat since you did so good on your first tattoo.." Bada asked and your cheeks heat up at the invitation. If Cheche told you that there's a date reward for doing good from getting a tattoo, you would've done this a long time ago.

"Yes please! If you're gonna reward me with a little date every time I would get a tattoo, I'd be your regular customer." you joked and Bada laughed, taking your hand in hers and led you out of the shop.

"Then you better keep coming so I can take you out on a date each time." Bada teased and brought you to a café so she can treat you out a little and get to know you better.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader

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apples4day · 27 days

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BLAME || Yandere! TDWT x Fem! Reader

1/2 EPISODE ONE (Walk Like An Egyptian)

Prologue is on my page, part two IS out!!

Chapter 1 & 2 are very boring sorry🤷‍♀️

"Season three of total drama folks! The world is gonna be mine" Chris began as a bus pulled up next to him, he continued talking as the doors opened. Explaining how everyone inside the bus will be competing for a million dollars around the globe and then introducing everyone as they walked out.

One by one, they left the bus, each with their own pizzazz. "Courtney, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Leshawna!" He announced pointing to each of them as he said their name. Heather stopped to tick off Gwen, causing Gwen to run into Heather.

"Are there reserved seats? I.E can I have one not behind heathers pony hair pony tail?" Gwen pointed to Heathers hair before putting her hands on her hips. Heather turned around and crossed her arms, "um! My extensions are HUMAN hair." Duncan smiled and decided to reply to Heathers comment, "you learn something new everyday." This earned a giggle from Gwen. Courtney, who was standing next to Duncan, grimaced. Chris continued to speak once the moment had ended, introducing the next few people.

"Lindsay, Owen, DJ, and Harold." Only Lindsay walked out which made Chris raise a brow. "Guys?" He asked, hoping they would come out. DJ came out restraining Owen, something about Owen being scared of flying. Harold began geeking out about phobias and Noah followed behind Harold with a snarky remark. Chris smiled,

"And returning favorites! Noah, Cody, and.." Chris was cut off by Ezekiel pretending to be 'all that' and being odd. Izzy peeked out the bus and jumped onto Ezekiel's shoulders, causing them both to fall over. "Yup! Izzy's back. Also returning this season...Tyler!" Tyler walked out and struck a pose before falling over. Chris continued.

"And the co-host of total drama after math, Bridgette!" Bridgette also fell over. Now there was a pile of people on the floor on top of each other. Ezekiel, at the bottom of the pile, began speaking "Yo Chris you forgot to introduce me." Chris sighed, "and Ezekiel."

"And now to mix things up and keep it all fresh, we're adding three new competitors! He's an honor roll student with a diplomat for a dad and an amazing ability charm the pants off most species. Alejandro!" A tan Latin man with a red shirt and a necklace walked out confidently, "perhaps..I can assist." He lifted Bridgette and Izzy up, which had them in awe over his beauty. Bridgette panicked, "I-I-I have a boyfriend!" Alejandro smirked and gave a hand to the boys still on the floor, "and amigos, please! Allow me." They both seemed impressed and a bit hesitant, Tyler backed away, "I like girls."

Chris continued to introduce, "and she's a sugar addicted super fan with sixteen total drama blogs, Sierra!" A purple haired woman in green clothes walked out looking excited, "oh my gosh! I love you guys! And this is the greatest day of my life!! Anybody got a paper bag I can breathe into?" She panted in excitement and squealed, her movements rushed.

She rushed over to Cody with the biggest smile on her face ever, "oh my gosh Cody! I've dreamt of this moment..only you weren't wearing a shirt!" Cody looked scared as she leaned in slightly more while shaking. Chris let out a chuckle before continuing, "next up is a clumsy, plushie loving, cat owning girl...Y/n!" He didn't get much from your video, having no idea how to introduce you. All he saw was you struggling with the camera, a collection of plushies on your bed, and a cat knocking the camera over before the video shut down.

You walked out, an awkward smile on your face as you waved slowly to everyone. You had manners, as your mother had taught you, you should shake people's hands. "Hello..nice to meet you all. Nice shirt Chris," you shook his hand and he smiled as always. Making your way next to DJ and smiling and nodding at him politely. He did the same.

A big grey plane pulled up, looking like it was gonna fall apart at any moment. "What the.." Duncan exclaimed. You grimaced. "Excuse me..but I'd like to express some concerns about the safety of our plane!" Courtney raised her hand and looked skeptical. Chris smiled, "relax it's perfectly safe! Now boarding!" A piece of the plane fell off and you blinked awkwardly.

Tugging on DJ, "if we die on that plane, throw my phone in the ocean." You joked. Earning a laugh from him. Owen began panicking and mumbling, Chris' smile dropped and he pulled out a frying pan. Everyone looked amused, wondering what was gonna happen, Chris knocked Owen out. "Anybody else got a problem with it?" Immediately everyone started complimenting it. "Don't judge a book by its cover!" You said, scratching your head knowing damn well this plane wasn't much better on the inside.

"Nowww boarding on our voyage to a million big ones!" Chris pointed to the camera, "we're saving you a first class seat for all the action, right here, on total drama world tour!" The cameras cut. "Seriously?" Someone said. Everyone began walking onto the plane, you accidentally stepping on Heathers heel. She gave you a dirty look, "watch where you're going fre-" before pausing as if she realized something. "Actually..it's totally fine don't worry about it!" You raised a brow and divided the word "okay" into two like you were skeptical, "oh-kay?"

New girl seems nice enough, better get on her good side to make an alliance!

Everyone got inside right as Gwen said, "singing really? I thought Chris was joking about that!" Raising her hands up.

Courtney smiled, "well I don't have a problem with it." Leshawna groaned and gave her a look, "yeah cause you LIKE singing.."

Duncan pointed to himself with his thumb. "Well I don't! Girls sing," he pointed somewhere and then flapped his arms like a bird as he continued, "little birdies sing, Duncan's do not sing!" He crossed his arms.

Harold's eyes wandered over to Duncan, "think I'll get to beatbox?" He said with a coarse voice, only for Duncan to shut him down. "I'll beat you if you try!" He threatened.

"Why are you doing this to us?" Heather pointed accusingly at Chris and snarled after speaking. Chris shrugged. "Singing reality shows are huge! And the worse the singing, the higher the ratings WHICH is why on this show there will be no vocal coaches or rehearsals or warning!" Everyone looked annoyed and began speaking above each other, you included. Chris raised his arms.

"Anywho! This is the dining area where you'll enjoy in flight meals!" Chris began his 'tour' and Ezekiel spoke up. "Not for long ay! Prepare to lose to Zeke!" He pointed to himself and furrowed his brows while smiling like he was some devious gremlin. Gwen looked unimpressed, "okay..so not trying to be mean here but..you do know you got voted out first last time right?"

You chimed in, "yeah..don't be so sure of yourself 'Zeke', don't get your hopes up." Emphasis on Zeke, as if you were mocking him. Noah let out a small chuckle along with Gwen. "Word! And I spent every minute since making sure that don't happen again. I'm stronger, faster, smarter.." He got cut off by you and Chris speaking over each other.

"A lot more talkative," you said while Chris said "chattier, flabbier, can't-shut-upier, now zip it and let me finish the tour so we can get this bird in flight!" Once Chris finished he looked over at you, "glad someone agrees with me!" Waving his hands in the air.

Leshawna raised her finger up, "is there a ladies room?" Chris pointed behind him, "just through there," with a smile that screamed mischief. "Good! Cause I gotta make a deposit." Leshawna made her way to the bathroom. She seemed to be yelling inside the bathroom, something about privacy.

After Leshawna came out of the bathroom, Chris began talking again. "Losing teams will enjoy luxurious economy class accommodations between destinations!" He gestured to the room you were all standing in. You bit your lip as if you were thinking before making a small remark, "nothing a few plushies can't make comfortable." Chris raised a brow, "I thought we said nothing extra!" He sighed.

DJ looked down at you, "mind sharing some? Seems like that'll be the only sense of comfort in this room." He spoke softly and as if he wasn't looking forward to staying here. Lindsay looked around, "But where are our beds?" You spoke up again, "seems like we'll be sleeping like Owen." You pointed over to him and everyone looked over at him. "As you can see, Owen is demonstrating your sleeping situation!" Chris said letting out an evil laugh.

"That does not look comfortable," Heather said. "No comfort for losers," Chris replied. "Safety harnesses and an emergency exit! But no comfort here, here, or here!" He pointed to different areas of the room. Sierra stepped forward laughed oddly, "oh em gee Chris! I am just L.O.L!" She continued laughing as Ezekiel spoke. "We should hit the winners compartment ey cause I ain't never gonna sit back here ha! Never." Raising his arm and swiping it in front of him.

Noah looked over at him and waved the air as if he was shooing something away, "is never your policy on mouthwash to, homeschool?" Ezekiel must of stunk. (Ewww smelly) You laughed and Noah looked over at you before pursing his lips awkwardly. Chris led the way to the winners area, in the process you ended up walking next to Duncan somehow instead of DJ.

"Not enjoying this so far?" You began a conversation with him. Duncan looked down at you and sighed, "not even close." You let out a light laugh crossed your arms, "who knows? Maybe it'll get better!" He glanced at you again, "I doubt that, you're oddly enthusiastic. Someone's gonna kill that soon, trust me." He laughed like he was gonna enjoy you becoming hopeless.

"I'm not like you alt kid, chill." You replied jokingly, this earned a genuine, non evil laugh from him. People began getting accommodated in the winners area, you and Duncan included. He sat in a purple chair and you sat in a gold one next to Izzy. Chris smiled at everyone again, "this is the first class cabin! The domain of each weeks winners."

Alejandro talked to Lindsay, "now this is the kind of accommodation ladies deserve!" Lindsay looked around and replied with a thoughtless comment. "There are ladies in first class too?" She said. You spoke up, "I think he meant you sunshine." Lindsay smiled at you and then turned to him with an awkward smile, "oh! Me! You meant me...!" DJ stood next to a crouching Tyler, "that guy is as smooth as mamas gravy!" Tyler looked defeated.

"Lindsays supposed to like me.." This earned a chuckle and head nod from DJ before he said "no one can compete with gravy." Tyler yelled out, "Lindsay I can do a handspring!" You watched in amusement as Tyler failed the handspring and had a rough landing, being the nice(ish) person you are..you made your way over to him and offered him a hand.

"Need some help there?" He accepted and thanked you before turning to Lindsay. "Oh my gosh! Poor...im blanking on his name. Oh! Oh! I know, Alejandro." She said, getting his name completely wrong. Alejandro looked at her with a smile, "that's my name." Lindsay smiled, "and what a nice name! Alejandro..I could say it all day!" Rough..that sucks..You thought while giving Alejandro and Lindsay a mean look before going back to your sweet one.

"Please do!" Alejandro said. Alejandro looked over at you, and you noticed. This ended up with you giving him a disapproving nod which just earned a wink from him.

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER

"I can see right through that guy!" She lifted a finger up like ☝️🤓 and then looked around. "You know...this extra confessional is a thousand times nicer than talking in the toilet." She said with a smile. Her smile dropped into a frown when Chef began speaking, "maybe for you! I'm trying to prep for a flight here."

"Uh hello? Venting! Shhh!" She shushed him and continued. "Anyway! New guy is SO transparent SO fake SO-" she got cut off by chef.

"So deliciously seductive" he added. Heather was not pleased, "that is exactly the opposite of what I was trying to say!"

"Pretty good looking guy though. I'm just saying!" Heather groaned as chef talked about how good looking Alejandro was. "Ughhh forget this!!"

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER; ENDED

Lowkey reminded me of "she was so rude and so mean!" Like that audio?? Yk??😭

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N

"Camera in the bathroom? No surprise honestly." You sighed and looked at your nails to look busy, "That new guy? Such a dick! I can't with him already! It's obvious what his plan is, well it isn't gonna work on me! No way!...he's pretty attractive though. But still. I'm in it to win it, no way I'm losing to..to..a man whore!" You crossed your arms.

"I already have a plan though, I'll just be a goody two shoes..to literally everyone. Mirror them, be them, suck up to them. Sadly, I think the most important person to do that to will be Heather or Alejandro. Heather because well...it's obvious from season one of total drama! And Alejandro because he's already on good terms with most people here. After I'm on good terms with them both..I'll get rid of them. Which shouldn't be too hard since by then I'll be on good terms with literally everyone with the way I'm going. So far I've talked to DJ, Duncan, given a helpful hand to Tyler, and a few looks with Alejandro and Noah. Bottom priority is probably Tyler, he seems useless but an extra vote on my side always counts."

You spoke quickly but said a lot. "I'm gonna win this thing!" You made a fist and punched it in the air. Ewww that was kinda cringey.. you thought.

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N; ENDED

Chris continued touring and people looked to be in awe over his living quarter. "Off limits!" He said, you smirked. What do I gotta do to make this guy want me? Some perks gotta come out of that.

Noah looked over at you, "so? What's your deal?" You looked at him, "what?" He sighed.

"You talk like you're comfortable but at the same time when you aren't talking you look like you have a plan to kill someone or like you're brain dead, tell me..are you dumb or smart? Cause no way there's an in between based off your little smirks from time to time." He said to you. You giggled,

"There's no way you can tell that from me smiling, you're reading into it way too much. I just have an active imagination. Plus what's wrong with smiling? Empire State Building for a forehead...'tell me' do you think ANYONE who smiles is either brain dead or ridiculously smart?" You mocked his little 'tell me' comment. Despite saying being nice was your game plan, you couldn't help but notice the skyscraper he had for a forehead.

"Based off your response dear short elf, it's obvious you're brain dead, not a thought behind those magical elf eyes of yours," he snapped, insulting your IQ and height all at once. Calling you a magical elf was just a poke at your height. You let out a laugh, not expecting another person to be able to bicker with you. "Touché, you should get some pants though, in those shorts you look like you'll blow away at any moment." He rolled his eyes at yet another one of your insults.

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER

Heather began listing the people she no longer had as allies off and calling them threats as well. "My only strategic option is to make friends with the new girls. But pretending to like THAT is gonna be hard. I do not heart the new girls!"

CONFESSIONAL- HEATHER; ENDED

Everyone was now sitting in the cafeteria, you standing next to Leshawna. "And that's pretty much it! I skipped the cargo hold and galley but I'm sure you'll find those exciting destinations later when I accidentally lock you in them!" Chris said, emphasizing accidentally. The plane shook which caused both you and Leshawna to stumble slightly, you grabbed her shoulders to steady her. "You alright?" You asked, she smiled at you. "Yeah, thanks new girl."

Bridgette also fell...right onto Alejandro's lap. "Señorita! Are you okay?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. Bridgette smiled and looked up at him. "Is the earth moving?" She asked. Izzy replied to her. "Nope! We are! Woo!" Chris began speaking again. "One more thing! I'm sure you remember a little something called elimination ceremony. Takes place right in there my friends." Chris pointed to yet another area.

"If you don't receive a barf bag full of air line issued peanuts-" Ezekiel cut Chris off, "I got a peanut allergy or..more like a sensitivity?" Chris gave him a weird look, "you will be forced to take a drop of shame." Ezekiel tried to speak again before getting grabbed by Chris, "kinda like this!" Ezekiel was shoved out the plane and began chasing after it as we took off.

Chris told him all eliminations are final and waved goodbye.

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"Every second we're getting closer to adventure..and further from mama." DJ said resting his head on his arms. Sierra called out Cody's full name and made a pun out of his birth month. A ding noise was heard and Chris was put in a spot light with a suit and a hat, "whenever you hear that friendly little bell it's musical number time! So..let's hear it!"

Courtney spoke up, "but..what are we supposed to sing?" You added to her sentence, "do we just make it up..?" Chris nodded in approval, "you have to make it up as you go, wouldn't be challenging otherwise now would it?" Courtney smiled like she had been waiting for this her whole life meanwhile you whined like a brat, no one heard luckily.

Your part being with Noah, "come fly with us! Come die with us!"

Chef used the speaker, "enough singing fruit cakes!" He continued to tell you that you were going to Egypt, then insulting the idea of musical numbers not realizing the p.a was still on. "We'll be right back." Chris said looking angry after having his musical idea insulted.

This was NOT proofread.

There will be lots more action between Y/n and her main love interests next chapter. Y/n is hinted to be "short" multiple times through the story by the way sorryyy.

Next chapter will be in a more personal writing style, with less genuine detail and more feelings and characters thoughts.

PART TWO IS OUT. Part 3 is only out on my wattpad. Go read them<3

Every chapter is half an episode🤷‍♀️

This was way longer than I thought it would be with over 3100 words.

chapter one and two are veryyyy boring but chapter three is definitely way better trust me.

Part two ⬇️

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andhumanslovedstories · 1 year

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When I was little, a dog knocked me down and bit my face. It was my brother’s friend’s dog. It’d escaped a few days ago and I’d found it when I was walking around. Thought I could lure it back home, except the dog was not interested and walked off, so I followed it. I followed it for a while, and at some point it turned around to bark at me, and I was like “uh oh! maybe this dog is pissed!” but I kept following because humans are pursuit predators I guess and got close enough to grab the collar, and can you guess what happened? Anyway, as that dog—I think her name was Chikorita—was snarling over me, her teeth lightly clenching my chin as she shook my head, I remember thinking, “oh. this is how people get phobias of dogs.”

(Potentially important context—I was like six? maybe seven? and had just recently learned what phobias were, and was obsessed with learning about them, and was trying to figure out my own phobias with the same fervor I dedicated to figuring out what type of Pokémon I would be.)

And then Chikorita ran off, and I was lying on the sidewalk a little shook up but basically fine, and after a bit I got up and walked home to tell my brother to tell his friend I’d seen his dog. And I remember on that walk trying to figure out if I could know whether I had a phobia about dogs without actually seeing a dog again, which I didn’t want to do on the off chance I was in fact now phobic. Unfortunately just thinking about dogs wasn’t enough to tell me anything, so I figured I’d just wait until the next time I saw a dog and try to remember to see if I was scared or not.

Saw a dog at some point later, looked at it, and thought, “no, I’m not scared of this dog and perhaps not scared of dogs altogether. But I better keep gathering data to make sure.” So for a while I’d look at dogs and be like “no phobia, no phobia, hey remember that thing with the other dog who looked like this dog? still no phobia? alright, no phobia.” And then I sorta forgot about it for a while until I’d see some German Sheppard and would instantly think “it’s so interesting that I’m not afraid of that dog,” and it was true! I wasn’t afraid of dogs. Just for a while I had to manually confirm that lack of fear each time I saw them.

And every now and then, I check in with that memory just to make sure that it doesn’t right now trigger a late reaction cynophobia, and it doesn’t, we’re good, and I think to myself “it’s really nice that event had absolutely no effect on me at all,” and I was lying here tonight thinking that when it occurred to me for the first time that there’s a chance this event maybe did at least a little effect me.

#just thinking about it tonight #I have to check in to my longitudinal study on my own fear reaction. when we finally publish it’ll be fascinating #oh also I don’t remember what happened with the dog I think she just went back home at some point #I don’t blame that dog I ignored every warning she threw out

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forever1kay · 9 months

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I’ll Buy You A Pony

Pairing(s): Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Black!Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Afro Latina!OC (familial)

Notes: So I recently found out that our beloved Miggy has Equinophobia, or in other words has a fear of horses. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about it! Besides that, I wrote this while I was half sleep and I didn’t feel like proof reading so please keep that in mind. I hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Fear of horses, a few annoying friends, Miguel pees on himself in front of all of you, biting (from the horse), children, sabotage, two grown yet childish idiots, passing out, profanity. Let me know if I forgot anything!

From the moment Janina was old enough enjoy anything, she’d loved horses. Her favorite show was my little pony, her first word was pony, and her favorite bathing suits have all had some form of a horse on them. She was obsessed.

When she’d asked for a Pony for her sixth birthday, you knew it was a no go due to her father’s equinophobia . What you didn’t know is that when you declined her request, she’d asked your parents the exact same question.

The two of them love their grand babies with all their heart. With the amount of money they have, they buy them everything they want within reason.

On a normal day, they’d never think a horse was a reasonable gift. But for a birthday? Heck yeah!

“NiNi, we have a gift for you, love.” Your mother spoke, pulling Nina into her lap.

“Really, Nana?” Nina asked, a small smile adorning her tanned face, “What is it?”

And when your dad walks into your large backyard, pulling a small horse next to him, all hell breaks loose.

Nina’s eyes light up and she leaps from your mothers lap, running her way over to her grandpa and the horse. “Wow, a real life horse! Mommy, daddy, come look!”

Miguel looks at you and frowns a little. You give him a look before turning back to your daughter and her newfound best friend.

“Daddy’s legs hurt a little right now, baby. I’ll come meet your pony.” You tell her.

You pat Miguel on the shoulder before walking over to your daughter and the pony.

“What are you gonna name her, baby?” You ask.

Janina huffs. “She’s a boy, mommy! You should never assume!”

You laugh at her slip up before apologizing.

“I’m sorry, baby. What’s his name?”

“Mommy Jr.”

“Mommy Jr?”

“Yeah!”

“But what about Sparkle? Or Stud? Maybe even Flashlight?”

“Well Uncle Johnny said I should name him Mommy Jr!”

You whip your head around to face both of her Uncles that go by that name.

There was Jonathan, your brother, and Johansen, Miguel’s friend from who knows where. Both of them shared a similar personality and were always getting your daughter into trouble.

“Which one of y’all idiots told my baby to name this horse after me?”

Both of them looked at each other and then back at you before bursting into laughter.

“You can’t lie, n/n. He kind of looks like you!” Johansen admitted.

“Yeah,” your brother joined in, “Y’all both got that grown man look going on for you.”

You continue to argue with the two, not noticing your father and Janina walking over to your husband. They pull him out of his seat to the side of you furthest from the horse.

“Aww, Miggy.” You look at him, quickly cleansing your mouth of all the curses you had aimed at Jonathan and Johansen. “It’s okay, we won’t let the horse eat you. Come here.”

Miguel allows you to drag him in the middle but he still squeezes himself tightly against you.

“How can I ever be a man if my six year old daughter finds out I’m afraid of horses?” Miguel whispers in your ear.

You turn to face him. “It’s a phobia, baby. Everyone is afraid of something.”

“Who do you know that’s afraid of horses?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

You don’t answer, only prompting to shush him and get him to loosen up.

“Time for a picture!” Your mom speaks. Your dad hands Nina to Miguel and he puts on the most realistic smile he could manage.

Your mother peaks at you all from behind the the camera and smiles. “On three, say Mommy Jr!”

She begins to count up from one, but right before she says three, Miguel squeals and tries his hardest to jump onto you.

“Cielo, cielo!” He yells, gripping you tightly.

You look at him worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

“He bit my pants!”

You look behind Miguel at the miniature horse who obviously can’t take a hint and nudges your husbands leg once again.

Miguel gulps loudly and looks down at the horse who—unfortunately for him—was staring right back at him.

Miguel shrieks and runs to the other side of you, away from the horse. The horse seemed to be in a playful mood and decided to follow Miguel wherever he went.

Eventually, your daughter grew tired of the run around and jumped from her father’s arms, running over to sit with her uncles. Your party guests watch in amusement and you try to block the horse from your husband.

To your surprise, the horse got around you and approached your husband. He passed out, and both Johnnys stood to their feet, looking over the table at your husband.

“Damn! That nigga scared of horses!”

A few hours later, Miguel blinks his eyes open, squirming uncomfortably as he adjusts to his surroundings.

“Babe!” You squeal, running over to the hospital bed. “You’re okay!”

Miguel side eyes you. “I recall being in the presence of a horse?”

“Um…” you rub the back of your neck. “Yeah.”

“Why was the horse chasing me?” He asks.

“Dumb and dumber put some apple slices in your pocket.”

Miguel frowns.

“If it makes you feel any better, I cut Jonathan’s wicks and put nair in Johansen’s shampoo. You know how crazy they are about their hair.”

Miguel chuckles a little and scoots over to the right, patting the spot next to him. You squeeze in there with him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Besides that,” you start, “you had a panic attack and it was pretty severe, I guess. They said you’ll be free to go today, but they also had a few extra notes for you. You’re better off hearing it from a doctor.” You start to sit up. “I can go get one if-“

“No!” He protests, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him. “Stay with me for a little.”

“Okay then.”

“Did I worry anyone?”

“Nah, everyone was too busy laughing.”

“I passed out and people were laughing?”

“You kind of…” you take a deep breath and prepare to answer him, but a doctor walks in to check on him and notices he’s awake.

You promise to tell him later.

Bonus:

Ever since the doctor interrupted your earlier conversation with Miguel, his curiosity had been eating away at him. What happened to him? Why was everyone laughing?

He walks to the bathroom door and knocks on it.

“Baby?” He speaks loudly through the door.

“Yes?” You yell over the stream of water coming from the shower head.

“What happened to me when I passed out?” He asks nervously.

“We will discuss this when I get out.” You respond.

Miguel huffs before stomping his way to Nina’s room where she lay on the floor playing with her Shopkins.

“Nina?” He asks, taking a seat next to her.

She looks up at him. “Yes, daddy?”

“What happened when I passed out?” He asks, picking up one of her dolls.

“Oh, you peed.” She says casually.

His eyes widen. “I peed?”

“Yeah!”

Miguel gulps. “W-was it noticeable?”

Nina raises an eyebrow, confused by the big word her father had used. “What?”

He rephrases his question. “Could people tell that I peed?”

“Oh, yeah!” Nina giggles. “It was really bad. Mommy had to throw away your pants and uncle Johnny took a picture of you.”

Miguel chuckles, thinking his daughter was joking, but she only blinked at him.

“Why are you laughing daddy? I’d want to run away if I were you.”

A lightbulb goes off in Miguel’s head at his daughter’s words. He kisses her head before running back to you in the bathroom.

“We are moving to Mexico.”

“Boy, get out my bathroom!”

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dreamingofthewild · 1 month

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Oc Meme

Thank you for tagging me @messiahzzz

B A S I C S

- Full name: Octavia Shayra Bintalzari

- Gender: Female

- Sexuality: Heteroromantic Pansexual

(Meaning she's sexually attracted to all genders, but mostly romantically attracted towards men or masculine presenting people. She only gets romantic feelings for females or female presenting people after a deep emotional connection or bond has been established).

- Pronouns: She/her

O T H E R

- Family: She has an ex-husband (arranged marriage) and a deceased long-term girlfriend (a tiefling Paladin who was also her dream guardian).

Father: A human sultan (estranged)

Mother: Politician (estranged)

Siblings: Three sisters (estranged)

- Birthplace: Calimport, Calimshan

- Job: Mercenary/ Vigilante Knight

- Phobias: Claustrophobia, Aquaphobia, Coulrophobia

- Guilty pleasures: People watching, drinking, climbing roofs to see cities from a height (especially at night), walking barefoot, experimenting in the kitchen.

- Hobbies: Playing the lute, drawing, lance board, adventuring, archery, writing, swimming.

M O R A L S

- Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/ Chaotic Good

- Sins: Lust

- Virtues: Honesty, courage, compassion, integrity, liberality, reliability, humility, preserverence, unity.

T H I S O R T H A T

- Introvert / Extrovert/ Ambivert

- Organized / Disorganized

- Close-minded / Open-minded

- Calm / Anxious / Restless

- Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

- Cautious / Reckless / In between

- Patient / Impatient / In between

- Outspoken / Reserved / In between

- Leader / Follower / Flexible

- Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

- Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

- Traditional / Modern / In between

- Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

-OTP: Gale/ Ocatavia

-Acceptable ships: Octavia/ Wyll is also acceptable. She likes and admires Wyll, but it is Gale who won her heart.

Octavia/ Shadowheart is also acceptable.

-OT3: None. She enjoys casual relationships, but when she falls in love with someone, she is monogamous.

-BROTP:

Astarion/ Octavia - Oh boy, they hated each other on Act 1. Octavia saw right through his lies and was frustrated that he wasn't truthful about anything. But when he opened up she realised that they have things in common, and she swore to protect him at all costs.

Karlach/ Octavia - Best friends from day one Karlach lights up every room. Octavia admires her opmitism, and their morals align perfectly.

-NoTP: Octavia/Halsin (She sees him as a parental figure)

Octavia/Lae'zel (they don't see eye to eye (I like Lae'zel personally, but failed to get good approval from her in this playthrough))

Tags: @klkirbles @elspethdekarios @hotnerdywizard @an-excellent-choice @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep @sparquesblr (your excuse to info dump about seleia if you wish)

I just scrolled through my following and followers list for people who I was interested in learning about/posted their Tavs. Do not feel obliged to participate, I am happy to remove your Tag if you would like 😊

And if I didn't tag you, feel free to participate! I love reading about people's OCs. With any pairing.

Also, I know nothing of DND. So it may be a but loose lore wise.

Edit: I forgot to add the photos, duh

#bg3 #ship meme #bg3 shipping #bg3 oc #tav #gale x tav #galemance #oc content #my oc character #female knight #female tav #queer characters #I hope I got the labels right #Also Gale is a Panromantic Pansexual #OC Octavia #tav bg3 #dotw original

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dark-nimbus · 7 months

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A Rant on Representation in Media (mostly comics)

CW: ableism, disability erasure, mentions of fat phobia, mentions of fetishization, lmk if there’s anything I missed

I can’t believe that here in 2023 we still have to say this, but fuck it this year has already been hell enough so why not add another thing

Representation, whether it be for disabilities or culture, race or religion, any marginalized group— ALWAYS MATTERS

I spent the majority of the other night dealing with people trying to downplay the impact of Barbara Gordon’s paralysis being retconned. Wanna see how that went?

“Oh, but it’s okay if Barbara Gordon still has some mobility because there’s paralyzed people that regain their ability to walk”

Her spinal cord was completely severed, she was left fully paralyzed from the waist down

“There’s a 60yo fighting in a Kevlar bat suit and shifting clay people, but Barbara getting her legs back again is a problem?”

Okay, can clay people restore a spinal injury? Can Batman punch a nervous system into fully functioning? What relation does that have?

Aside from the fact there’s zero connection between the two, paralysis actually fucking exists. Batman and clay shifters, believe it or not, don’t. Lemme know if you find an irl Batman or Clayface that needs representation. Go on, I’ll wait

“Barbara being able to walk again isn’t disability erasure, there’s other paralyzed characters”

The definition of disability erasure is literally terminating someone’s disability under the belief it makes a person less than. The fuck you mean it’s not?

And how many paralyzed comic characters can you name? I’m willing to bet it doesn’t come to 50. Every character belonging to an underrepresented group matters. Whether their representation is taken away completely with that one character’s erasure or not isn’t the fucking point. You’re still fueling the already negative stigma around disabilities and sweeping disabled people further under the rug

“Her disability erasure doesn’t matter, DC will just paralyze her again in later issues”

I’m sorry, are you completely paralyzed from the waist down? Do you embody each and every paralyzed person and their experiences? No? What makes you think that you get to determine whether the erasure of something you don’t even have matters?

As for DC re-paralyzing Barbara, it’s been retconned since 2011. Even if they do plan on undoing whatever whack job microchip magic they’ve got going, they sure as hell are taking their sweet-ass time

I can’t believe people were actually arguing in favor of Barbara’s disability erasure, but here we are. Representation has always mattered and always will, and yet media loves grossly misrepresenting everything. Barbara was such a strong character as Batgirl, and flourished in her character development even more as Oracle. Her struggles, overcoming them, and learning to love herself and value her abilities beyond the mantle made her a well-loved inspiration for many. To have all of that stripped away and undone with a microchip was just as insulting as it was a destroyed opportunity for character growth

And unfortunately that’s not the first conversation I’ve had regarding the representation of characters

Oh, you thought I was done? Ha! I wish. How about Spiderverse?

“Oh but Sun-Spider can’t be a superhero, she’s wheelchair-bound!”

Professor X. The Chief. Oracle.

And just to cover all my bases: Bucky Barnes, Daredevil, Hawkeye, Doctor Mid-Nite, Hornet, Jericho, Cyborg. And that’s not even going into characters with much more hidden disabilities. Disabilities never stopped anyone from being able to achieve anything, nor should it ever

“Fat spider-people? Really? That’s just unrealistic”

Yes, really. What’s the problem with that? Surely it’s not the webbing, which have been proven to be durable enough to support buildings. No way it’s how they’re shaped when there’s a car, a horse, and a whole ass T-Rex spider variant

Some people really forgot the whole concept behind the first Spiderverse movie. How Stan Lee made it clear that “anyone can wear the mask.” It doesn’t matter your body type, whatever disorders or disabilities you have, your ethnicity or your upbringing. Being a hero is so much more than that, and the diversity of each spider-variant only reinforces how Spider-Man represents everyone

But let’s go even further with voice acting

“So what if Sunspot is being voiced by a white person instead of an Afro-Brazilian voice actor? It’s animated”

Oh wow I wasn’t aware that representation stops at the sound machine. Yes, Sunspot’s newest voice actor is Brazilian, but with a character whose ethnicity plays an integral part in his story, you’d think Marvel would figure casting an Afro-Brazilian VA would be more authentic for the role than the fourth white dude in a row, but no. Of course not

And with each VA they cast, Marvel pushes Afro-Brazilian VAs out of this role they’d intimately understand and be passionate in representing. VAs that Sunspot fans would love to see knowing that their favorite character (or even themselves) would be understood, rather than being hollowly voiced with characteristics that don’t match the person

“If Sunspot should be voiced by an Afro-Brazilian voice actor does that mean Magneto should be voiced by exclusively German Jewish voice actors? It’s not a monolith”

And neither are Brazilians. Hell, neither is any religion or race. That’s why we want an Afro-Brazilian VA. There’s so many nuances that can only be breathed into the character by someone who understands because they themselves have lived that life. It may be small but those nuances are what make the character feel alive to their audience, and the closer a VA is to the experiences of their character, the more genuine the character feels

Portraying animated characters doesn’t fall completely on the writers and artists. Artists may take control visually, and writers may be responsible for plot and voice lines, but it’s the VAs that are in the spotlight. VAs are the ones that gives these characters character. And those characters can’t be fully and properly represented for viewers if it’s not all there

Representation always matters. Its significance doesn’t go away with erasure, and it definitely isn’t less important because other people who aren’t among that marginalized group refuse understand. Disabilities don’t define who someone can be, nor does body type, or culture, or religion or any other background. It doesn’t stop at the sound machine. Anyone who says otherwise are just adding to the ignorance most media uses to excuse the already shit representation of the entertainment industry

Every marginalized group is valid. Every minority deserves to be portrayed as they are and not feel like they’re being fetishized, infantilized, or inaccurately represented for the sake of plot

Little me, the queer adopted Asian kid with raging ADHD, severe anxiety, and shit communication skills deserved more than the fetishization from anime characters and shouldn’t have needed to wait until they discovered Cassandra Cain, the first character to show that superheroes could look like them too

And people that never struggled to find themselves represented in media sure as hell don’t have an excuse to encourage lacking representation and feign ignorance when common decency and basic human empathy is free

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Hello, could you still take a request? So, I am just wondering about Chuuya s/o, who is scared of medical instruments such as needles, stethoscopes, IV drips, and others. However, they need to go through that but refuse it over and over again. Still, Chuuya won't let them reject it due to their health. He was angry at first, but then he tried to comfort them so they could be e healthy again...

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: When you — a person with Iatrophobia; the fear of doctors and medical tests — are rushed to the hospital, Chuuya — your significant other — rushes to see you. As your partner, Chuuya usually supports you in all of your decisions; but when you refuse necessary medical treatment due to your phobia, Chuuya loses his cool.

Chuuya’s heart throbbed inside of his ears as he scanned every room he walked past, cursing himself. He just asked the receptionist where you were, yet he already forgot. Then your voice emitted from one of the rooms;

Room 160.

“I’m not going to do it.” You were barely holding back your elevated breathing. The doctors in front of you tilted their heads in disbelief. “—But you do understand, if you are refusing treatment—”

“They aren’t rejecting anything.” His voice must have startled you. You peeked out from behind their lab coats; your eyes drilling a hole through his chest. “I’m sorry, Sir? Are you related to the patient?” They asked.

“I’m their boyfriend. My name is Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara.” The doctor raised their hand for a handshake but when Chuuya stuffed his hands awkwardly into his pockets, the doctor cleared their throat and lowered their palm back down. “Well, Mr.Nakahara, I think you know what’s going on. Your partner is refusing recommended treatment. I’m sure the receptionist filled you in.”

“I don’t need treatment. I’m fine.” You repeated. Chuuya tried to hold back his eyes from rolling. “Can you give us a second? Please.”

“Of course. But if they are refusing treatment—” “—They aren’t.” The doctor continued. “If they are, they will be discharged. Understand?”

“Yeah, right.” Chuuya’s response wasn’t what the doctor wanted to hear but they continued on, closing the door behind the nurse that followed them out. And once the door clicked, Chuuya let out the words he held back. “What the hell are you doing?”

You crossed your arms, turning your head away from him. “What the hell am I doing?” You asked. “What are they doing, Chuuya? You know exactly how I feel about these people.”

“These people are trying to help you. I’m trying to help you.” When he walked over to you, you turned yourself further away. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Why do I have to be so difficult?” Chuuya stiffened at your wavered voice. Your arms hugged yourself tighter. “Hey, I didn’t—” “—You didn’t mean it, right.”

Chuuya swallowed the lump developing in his throat. He fought himself to sit next to you on the white hospital bed then slivered his hand to rest on your thigh. “I didn’t mean it.” He repeated. “I’m sorry but please. Let them do this.”

“Do what, Chuuya? Let them experiment on me like a lab rat? Like those frogs in chemistry class? Let them use scalpels and needles to poke at me?”

“Let them do one thing.” Chuuya’s fingers squeezed your upper leg and you looked over. Tears were soaking your face but this time your eyes held hurt. A hurt he wished he could fix. “Let them, help you.”

When you failed to say anything, Chuuya removed his hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. His hand resting on the furthest one as he pressed his lips against your neck. “It’s going to be okay.” He mumbled. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

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