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hearteyesforjoel · 7 months

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Sweets

Summary: Baker!Reader wins Jackson!Joel’s heart with a basket of cookies. And a little something else.

MDNI 18+

warnings: fem!reader, unprotected p in v (do better than these characters and wrap it), light choking, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, quite the dirty talk, talks of food, mentions of pregnancy, general thirstiness for joel, aftercare, fluff

word count: 4.6k (oops)

Walking into the small bakery, you realize you’ll never get tired of the smell. Every morning when you step foot through the doors and head to the back, the scent of the baked goods from the ovens bringing you a sense of a comfort, warmth. Fresh baked bread, cookies, small pies. These things were luxuries. A delicacy during the apocalypse.

“Ah, Sweets, there you are!”, the voice coming from none other than Carl, the precious old man in charge of the bakery. When you first came to Jackson, it was difficult to adjust to the new way of life. On the days when you had trouble focusing, too nervous, too busy preparing for danger, Carl was there for you. A small, frail old man, Carl was a shoulder to lean on, always there to listen and comfort you through your worries. He almost reminds you of your own father, whom you’d lost along with your mother shortly after escaping from the daunting QZ walls. Ever since you’d started coming in for shifts at the bakery, Carl has been nothing but welcoming, treating you like one of his own.

“Morning Carl”, you said with a small smile on your face, sleep still evident on your face. As you walk to behind the counter, you place your jacket on the hook, right next to Carl’s. The ovens in the back warming the small building, a nice contrast to the slight chill Autumn day outside.

Carl hands you your apron, a comforting smile on his face, “You doing okay this morning, kiddo?”.

“I’m good, doing a lot better”, you say honestly. “Had dinner with Tommy and Maria last night, they actually asked me a wild question during dinner”, your voice carrying a knowing tone and raising your brows, eyeing Carl.

“Well spit it out, Sweets! You know I’m all ears”, Carl urges with curiosity written all over his face.

Taking in a deep breath, “Well, since Maria and Tommy are expecting, and Maria has basically been like a sister to me, they asked me to be their baby’s godmother! Can you believe it?”. The news was still shocking, yes, but it brought a type of comfort like no other. It’s been a long time since you’ve been this close to anyone, it’s almost scary. Ever since you came to Jackson, Maria talking you through the ins and outs of the commune, you knew this would be different. A place like this, you don’t always have to be on the lookout for threats. That idea though, it was just too hard to grasp. Recognizing this, seeing her past self in you, Maria took you under her wing. She became a sister to you, something you’ve never had. Eventually, when you became more comfortable with your surroundings, the two of you would have lunch together, which became dinners at the Millers every weekend. Only with the promise of a homemade sweet from yourself, of course. “We’re having dinner at their place again tonight, promised I’d bring over something sweet to celebrate”, you say with a real, genuine smile.

“Sweets, oh my, that’s such good news!”. As Carl spoke to you, you could see tears gathering in his blue eyes. He stands up straight, looking you in the eyes and putting a hand on your shoulder, “You have no idea how proud I am of you, kiddo. Don’t ever forget that.”

With a shaky breath, you smile and nod. “Never, Carl. Never.”

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Finally, after a busy afternoon of passing off loaves and sweets, you can finally take a breather. Leaning against the counter, you stare out the glass windows of the shop, enjoying the quiet of the moment. With a sigh, you begin to package up the batch of snickerdoodle cookies you baked personally for tonight’s dinner with the Millers. As you turn to place your goodies in a cute box, you hear the bell to the shop ring, letting you know your short break was over.

“Holy shit, it smells good in here!”. You snap your head to the owner of the voice, a young girl, around fourteen or fifteen. Wait, she looks familiar. Oh, you remember now. And you remember who she came to Jackson with. How could you forget?

There was a crowd near the gates, whispers coming from every direction.

“Isn’t he a Miller?”

“I heard he’s a friend of Tommy’s.”

“No, I heard he’s his brother!”

“What about the kid with him?”

Peaking through the crowd, you see Tommy and Maria, guiding a young girl, expletives already leaving her mouth, and older man through the sea of people. As they pass by your place in the horde of nosy neighbors, you see him. You really see him. And oh, oh my. You can’t help but to look at him from head to toe, taking in his ruggedly gorgeous being. Feeling your eyes on him, the mystery man looks up, meeting your gaze. His eyes leaving yours as quick as he met them, you feel your breath catch in your throat, electricity shooting yo your spine.

Who was he?

Shaking your head from the memory, you look back to the girl, “I’m sorry, can I get you something?”.

She raises her brows with a grin on her face, “Well, I actually came here for some bread, but now I kinda want whatever smells so fucking awesome right now.”

Letting out a small laugh, you gesture to the shelf full of the many types of breads, still warm from the oven. “How about we start with the bread and then I’ll sneak you some of the sweets from the oven, yeah?”

She sighs in absolute content, “Oh I already like you.” The young girl leans against the counter as you pack up her bread order, “I’m Ellie by the way, figured you should know my name since you’ll definitely be seeing me more often.” Ellie gives you a mischievous smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. You can call me Sweets, s’what everyone around here calls me”, you say with a kind expression.

Ellie raises a brow, “Sweets, huh? Why do they call you that?”

You beam at her, gesturing her to follow you to the back, “Come on, I’ll show you!”

As you guide her to the back of the small bakery, the smell of cinnamon invades your senses. Conveniently, the timer dings, letting you know your favorite recipe is complete. Putting on your oven mitts, you remove the fall favorites out of the oven, the heat from the oven warming your cold nose.

“Are those cookies? Holy fuck, these smell amazing. I’m taking some of these home, you promised me some sweets, Sweets.” She laughs at her own words, wiggling her brows.

You roll your eyes, biting back your amused smile. “Of course, Ellie. There’s plenty more, so let’s pack some up for you to take home, okay?”

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Later that evening after your day in the bakery, you’re walking to Tommy and Maria’s, hands occupied with the cookies you’d made earlier, placed neatly in a small basket. As you walk up the steps to the house you’ve become so familiar with, knocking lightly, you hear chatter coming from inside the house. Except, it’s not just Tommy and Maria this time. There’s a deeper, unfamiliar voice. The second voice, however, you know this voice. Wait a second, isn’t that-

“Hey, it’s you! What are you doing here?”, Ellie opens the door, eyes immediately darting to your basket of cookies.

Behind Ellie, you see Maria approaching, a hand on her small, growing stomach. “Sweets, there you are. And you brought my favorite!”

Maria opens the door wider and stepping aside, allowing you to step into the cozy home. From the kitchen, you hear Tommy shout, “Hey, Sweets! Come on, bring my goodie basket in here.”

You follow Maria to the kitchen, Ellie hot on your tail. “You know Tommy and Maria?”

Glancing at Ellie, you give her a small smile, “I should, I’m going to be their kid’s godmother.”

When you pass the threshold of the kitchen, you see him. Leaning against the island in the center of the kitchen, he’s wearing a green flannel and dark jeans, his face neutral.

That feeling. That electrifying feeling. Your heart skipping a beat as you make eye contact.

“Was wonderin’ when you were going to show up, girl”, Tommy leans in to give you a small hug. As he pulls away, he gestures to the mystery man. “Sweets, this is my older brother, Joel.”

Joel. Huh. Fitting.

Tommy moves to stand next to Joel, leaning against the island, “Joel, this is Sweets. She’s a close friend of Maria and I.” Joel looks over to you, his eyes quickly scanning over your figure, giving you a curt nod.

Putting a hand on your shoulder, Maria adds with a bright smile, “And as of yesterday, the future godmother to our baby.”

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me you were basically family?”, Ellie butts in, clearly thrilled to know she’d see you more often. It’s almost sweet. Even though you know it’s just because she now has more access to your baked goods.

You smile lightly, “It’s nice to see you too, Ellie.”

Across from you, Joel looks between you and Ellie, confused. As if reading his mind, Tommy chimes in, “You two already know each other?”

“We may have met, and I may have already claimed the bakery as my new favorite place”, Ellie smirks as she explains.

“Well, c’mon folks, dinner’s waiting at the table. Let’s get a move on!”, Tommy guides Maria into the dining room, Ellie close behind them.

You chuckle, placing the basket of cookies on the kitchen counter. Then you feel it again. It hits you, sending shock waves down your spine.

As you look up, you meet Joel’s gaze. Normally, you’re pretty good at reading people, but with Joel, it’s different. There’s just something about him. He breaks your eye contact, his eyes trailing down your body. Your breathing is getting heavier, your heart basically beating out of your chest. Thank god you wore your good jeans today, hugging your lower half in just the right way. As Joel’s eyes meet yours again, yours quickly shift down to his lips. You can only imagine how they feel, how they taste.

A loud laugh that could only come from Ellie breaks the tension between you and Joel. You quickly snap out of your trance and walk towards the dining room, Joel following.

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Usually, during your dinners with the Millers, your night is relaxing, content. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that you couldn’t get Joel’s lingering gaze out of your head. The tension between the both of you in the kitchen, was Joel thinking what you were thinking? You’ve only known him for about an hour and he’s already consuming your mind. You look at him from your place at the table, sitting across from you. On your left is Ellie, leaving Tommy and Maria at the ends of the table. Joel keeps his eyes focused on his plate, occasionally raising his gaze to Ellie whenever she drops and expletive, furrowing his eyebrows at her. As he sits across from you, you take a few moments to study him, really take in his appearance. The way his lips wrap around his fork, his broad shoulders hidden behind his flannel. As your eyes trail further down his seated figure, you focus on his hands. And oh. Oh. They look rough, callused, veiny.

Staring at his hands, you can feel that spark again. This time, lower.

All you can imagine now is how beautiful his hands would look as a neckla-

“Sweets, are you with us?” Maria pulls you out of your trance, your cheeks going pink.

You give her a light smile, “Sorry, just thinking about work. What were you saying?”

Maria gives you a knowing look, having caught you in the spell Joel had casted over you. “I was asking if you’re excited to be a godmother, to finally meet the baby.”

A genuine smile grows on your face, “Both you and Tommy know I’m ecstatic to meet my godchild. You know I’m going to spoil them, right?”

Tommy lets out a chuckle, “Oh I don’t doubt it one bit, Sweets. Speaking of, I can’t wait to devour whatever you’re hiding in that basket of yours.”

You let out a laugh, standing up from your chair and walking to the kitchen, “I’m already on it, Tommy.”

As you re-enter the dining room, you catch Joel’s eyes, his gaze only leaving yours to glance at your lips.

Holy fuck.

You place the basket of cookies at the center of the table, “I hope you guys like them, it’s a new recipe.”

“Hey, would you look at that. Snickerdoodle, Joel’s favorite!”, Tommy takes a generous bite of his cookie, looking over at Joel, silently urging him to grab a serving.

Beside you, Ellie groans in utter delight, “Oh fuck yeah! Dude, Sweets, you’re so stuck with me. Please, never stop feeding me.”

You huff out a laugh and give her a nod. This kid is pretty cool, don’t kids her age usually suck?

Movement out of the corner of your eye grabs your attention. Joel grabs a single cookie, hesitantly taking a bite. Closing his eyes for mere seconds, Joel, almost silently, moans from the taste.

You could definitely get used to those sounds.

Speaking to Joel for the first time, you ask, “So, what’s the verdict? The recipe up to par?”

He looks over to you, a small smile on his face. “I’d say so, darlin’. Keep it up, Sweets.”

Who knew snickerdoodle cookies were the way to the big bad Joel Miller’s heart?

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With bellies full and smiles on your faces, Maria walks you to the door, Joel and Ellie putting on their coats to head home as well. Holding the door open, Tommy pats your back, “Make sure to say hi to Carl for me, Sweets.”

As you step onto the porch, you turn to Maria, bidding her goodnight with a tight hug. That’s when you hear Tommy, talking quietly to Joel, mumbling a quick “make sure she gets home safe”.

Ellie follows you to the sidewalk, Joel not too far behind.

With a low voice, Joel instructs Ellie, “Go ahead and get home kiddo. I’ll meet you there.”

Speaking softly, Ellie replies, “Actually, I was hoping I could hang out with Dina for a while? I promise I’ll be back in a few hours.” She raises her brows expectedly, hoping to persuade her father figure.

Letting out a sigh, Joel looks to you before focusing on Ellie. “That’s fine. Just be safe, kid.”

The young girl jumps in excitement, with a quiet “yesss”, before making her way down the street.

Now, it’s just the two of you. That tension, that spark, it comes back, hanging heavily in the air. Joel clears his throat, “It’s gettin’ kinda late, let me walk you home.” He stares at you, awaiting your answer.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, trying to keep your anticipation at bay. “Yeah, uh sure, follow me. It’s just this way.”

The walk to your home was filled with comfortable silence, neither of you wanting to speak first. Stepping onto the porch, you turn to unlock your door, Joel standing behind you. Turning to him, you speak up first, “Thanks for walking me home. I uh, I- did you want to come in? I have a stash of coffee, I could brew some. You know, if you like coffee. If not, I could brew some tea-“.

“Sweets, I like coffee. Haven’t had a good cup in a while. Lead the way in.” He interrupts your rambling, surprising you with his acceptance.

Opening the door, you both step inside, hanging your coats on the hooks. Joel closes the door, eyes trailing down your figure as you make your way to the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, you head to the cabinet hiding your stash of coffee, a luxury these days. Opening the cabinet door, you realize how high up you placed the coffee. Why did you put it on such a high shelf? Standing on your toes, you stretch your arm out, the coffee just out of reach. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your hip, a much bigger ah d grabbing the coffee from the shelf, placing it on the counter in front of you. Your heart is beating so fast it feels like it might burst. Even though he didn’t need to, Joel kept his grip on your hip, staying behind you, awaiting your next move. Finally, after taking a deep breath, you gather the courage to turn around to face him.

When you turn, his eyes meet yours, hand not leaving its place on your hip. Slowly, you grab Joel’s hand, sliding it from your hip to your ass. Within seconds, his eyes turn dark, his chest heaving as he breathes harder. Joel’s gentle touch becoming rough, one hand gripping your backside, the other coming to rest on your jaw. Giving him bedroom eyes, you bring your hands to rest on his chest. You can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. Joel brings your face closer to his, nudging his nose against yours, “Tell me you want this too.”

You let out a breathe against his lips, looking into his eyes. “Please, Joel. Please.”

“No, Sweets. I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you need, darlin’.” He brushes his lips against yours.

He’s really going to make you say it.

With a deep gasp of air, you nearly whine, “Please, Joel. I need you to fuck me.”

Before you can even blink, Joel smashes his lips against yours, breathing you in. They’re just as you imagined. Chapped against yours, but it feels so good. You bring your hands to his hair, gripping his locks tightly. Catching you off guard, Joel bites your bottom lip. You whimper, allowing him to explore your mouth even further. The hand on your ass pulling you closer, bringing your hips together. With just his taste, you can already feel wetness begin to pool in your panties. Reluctantly, you pull away for air, “My room is just upstairs”, you say against his lips.

“Lead the way, baby.”

You grab his hand, walking up the stairs with Joel hot on your trail. Pushing open your bedroom door, you pull him inside, closing the door behind you. Joel moves to sit on the edge of your bed, patting his lap. Slowly, you bring yourself to straddle him, legs on either side of him. When you’re fully seated on lap, you feel it.

Oh.

He’s fucking huge.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you lightly grind on him, his cock growing harder by the second. Joel reaches out to grip your hips, urging you to continue. Bringing your hands back to his hair, you pull his lips to yours, needing to taste him again. He groans in your mouth as you grind down harder, raising his hips a bit to meet yours. Joel pulls away, breathing heavily, “Stand up for me, darlin’. I need you undressed when your grindin’ on me.”

Without having to be told twice, you stand up, stripping off your layers. When you’re left in nothing but your underwear, Joel stops you. He stands up, towering over your frame. Surprising you, Joel slides his hand up to your neck, gripping lightly, “I want you on the bed. Let me see how sweet you really are.”

Embarrassingly fast, you scramble to the bed, lying in the center. Joel’s eyes never leave yours, even as he begins to undress. His body is even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. Joel leaves his boxers on, beginning to climb over your body. You place your hands on his chest, spreading your legs to make room for him. Sliding your hands to the back of his neck, you pull him down to kiss you, but he stops to rest his lips against yours. “No no, Sweets. Let me get a taste of something else.”

Joel slides down your body, trailing kisses along the way. He leaves a wet trail, stopping at your breasts, sucking and nipping on each nipple. Your breathing gets heavier, whining as he brings you pleasure. Continuing his path, Joel licks and nips his way down your stomach, your hips raising in anticipation. Finally, he settles between your legs, leaving kisses over your thighs. Your breath hitches, your center growing wetter, surely leaving a wet patch on your panties. Gripping your hips, Joel holds you down, “Easy there, Sweets. I wanna take my time making you cum on my tongue.”

Fuck fuck fuck. Could he get any sexier?

Dragging your underwear down your legs, he tosses them somewhere on the floor, out of sight. Joel settles between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. You’ve got to be dripping onto the sheets at this point. Feeling his breath on your pussy, you grip the sheets in anticipation. Joel locks eyes with you, his tongue diving between your folds. You jolt in pleasure, moaning into the warm, sticky air of your room. Joel swirls his tongue around your clit, wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves, sucking. You arch your back, breathing heavily as moans flow from your mouth. Out of instinct, you bring your hands to his head, gripping on his greying locks. Mind too foggy to keep your eyes on Joel, you mewl out when you feel his large finger slips inside you. As he pumps his digit inside of you, he continues to pay extra attention to your clit. With ease, Joel slides another finger inside, angling them in a ‘come hither’ motion. Hitting the soft spongey spot inside of you, you nearly scream out in pleasure, surely waking your neighbors. “Joel, I- fuck, oh my god I’m gonna cum!” Pulling his hair, you jolt in your bed, legs squeezing his head between your thighs. It hits you like a bolt of lightning, your orgasm sending shock waves from your pussy to every inch of your body. As you come down from your high, you loosen your grip on his hair, legs falling off his shoulders and onto the bed. Your chest is heaving as you breathe heavily, Joel making his way back up to you. He places his hand on your face gently, bringing your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips.

Joel pulls away, eyes locking onto yours. “Fuck, darlin’. You definitely live up to your name”, he says with a smirk on his face.

What a cheeky little shit.

Raising his frame from your body, Joel slides off his boxers, finally exposing himself to you. And fuck was he huge. His tip, angry and leaking with precum, making your mouth water. You lift yourself up, grabbing his girthy cock with your smaller hands slowly moving them up and down. Joel groans at the contact, twitching in grip. “Sweets, as much as I want your mouth on me, I need to be inside you. Now.” Biting your lip, you hold back a whimper as you obey his command, lying on your back, opening yourself up for him. Situating himself between your legs, Joel slides a hand up your leg and towards your center, spreading your lips for a better look at your already soaking pussy.

“Joel, please. I need you so bad, it hurts”, you nearly whine, raising your hips to chase his thick fingers.

Groaning, Joel grabs his cock, ever so lightly teasing your clit with his tip. You wrap you legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. It’s still not enough though. Reaching for his much larger hand, you lift his fingers that were once in your cunt to your mouth, sucking on his digits. Above, Joel swears, grabbing his cock and sliding into you slowly with ease. He’s so fucking big. Loudly, you both moan in unison, the feeling of him inside you heavenly. Nearly collapsing over your body, Joel leans over you, arms on either side of your head, locking eyes with you. While letting you adjust to his size, Joel brings his lips to yours gently, a stark contrast from his earlier kisses. Pulling away for air, you grab Joel’s wrist, bring his large hand to wrap around your neck. Eyes turning dark, Joel lightly squeezes, extracting a breathy moan from your lips.

Staring into his dark brown, almost black lustful eyes, you whisper to him, “Ruin me, Joel.” That was all he needed to hear. Pulling almost all the way out, Joel thrusts back into you slow and hard, keeping his hand on your neck. You slide your hands up his back, grasping for dear life, your nails marking his skin. You’re both breathing heavily, drunk on each others bodies. Joel begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, the bed frame knocking into the wall with how hard he’s fucking you. With every thrust, you let out a little ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’, your whimpers beginning to grow louder and louder, his cock going deeper and deeper. Reading your body like a book, Joel moves the hand on your neck to your clit, rubbing tight little circles to match the pace of his hips. Your back arches, legs tightening around his hips, “Joel, oh my god, please, I’m so fucking close, don’t fucking stop.” The pleasure so good, it brings tears to your eyes. As you turn your head to the side, hands moving to grip the sheets in desperation, Joel moves his lips to your ear, barely whispering, “Come on, Sweets. Cum on my cock, let me feel you.”

His dirty words being all you need, sending you over the edge. Electricity shoots through your body, your center tightly squeezing him as you nearly scream his name in absolute bliss. You feel Joel’s cock twitch inside of you, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. He begins to groan louder with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips so tightly they’re sure to leave a bruise. Gripping the sheets tighter in your hands, you bring your hips to meet his, working him to his pleasure. While still riding out your high, you whimper, “Fuck, Joel, inside me, fill me up, please. I need it.” Your words going straight to his cock, you feel him twitch deep inside, his seed spilling inside you as he growls with pleasure. Slowing down the pace of his hips, Joel loosens his grip on you, eventually his thrusts stopping completely.

Joel slowly pulls out of you, both his and your cum dripping from your center. While trying to catch his breath, he lies next to your sweaty body, the room now humid and smelling of sex. Too busy trying to control your breathing, you don’t realize Joel leaving the room, coming back with a towel to clean you up. As he cleans between your legs, you jolt, overstimulated and sensitive. Sweetly, Joel leans over and kisses your forehead, “I know darlin’ I know. Just let me get you cleaned up.” Once he’s gotten you cleaned up, he returns to the bed, bringing the duvet to cover your spent bodies.

You turn on your side, Joel behind you, bringing his muscular arm to wrap around your middle. Still in a slight daze from your activities, you intertwine your fingers with his, keeping him close. Joel leans forward, leaving small kisses from your neck to your shoulder, “Let me take you on a date, Sweets.” You barely hear him, his voice coming out soft and almost timid.

Tilting you head back towards him, you give him a small smile, seeing a slight blush on his cheeks.

“After tonight, I’ll let you take me anywhere.”

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fizzingwizard · 3 months

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Time for some semi-ritual bitching about one of my favorite bitch-worthy topics, Yugioh

Why couldn't they have just done Memory World properly

Why make us suffer through Doma... and especially KC Grand Prix, a single episode of which is more boring than filler in any other fandom... and they made an entire filler arc out of it! Like Doma has lots of faults but at least it tried to do something interesting. It tried to develop characters, which proooobably shouldn't have been undertaken by a filler arc with no canon script to follow, but gold star for trying! Had a shitty finale not remotely worthy of its awesome beginning, but did we really expect any better? lol. KC Grand Prix tho, no. That's just there to Idk be mean to men with pink hair and dumb names?? In the ridiculous hair dumb names anime???

cut because Fizz has the curse of long-windedness thanks my evil fairy godmother

anyway back to Memory World, maybe the issue was the story in the manga still lagged behind where the anime was. I don't remember. If so I guess there was no choice but filler. Still, did they have to blow the budget on it? They lost most of their good animators during Doma, where they also introduced a couple new crap ones who stuck around till the end of course -___- And no doubt the animators were getting paid peanuts for long hours of work, and if they'd run out of budget to even pay that... well clearly the show should have been shorter. Like two whole filler arcs shorter. Just take a break, take a pause, come back when you're ready to do Memory World the way it should be done. Back then no one took breaks, "The fans will forget us," nowadays TV shows just up and away for multiple years at a time x'D before returning suddenly with a new season.

The reason I'm still salty and plan to be salty to my grave is just this. Memory World is the one and only YGO arc since season zero that was not explicitly about card games. They'd been dropping hints since the first that we could expect ancient Egypytian shenanigans in the finale. We were supposed to find out about Atem's lost memories and recover his name. That was the driving force behind everything that wasn't filler. I specifically became a fan as a kid because I enjoyed reading about Ancient Egypt and thought the idea of a millennia-old feud between a pharaoh and whoever Bakura really was sounded neat. So I watched hours and hours and hours of card games all for the sake of making it to Ancient Egypt.

(don't get me wrong I enjoyed the card games lol. Never ask a YGO fan to explain how watching characters stand around and yell "Pot of Greed allows me to draw two cards from my deck!" for hundreds of episodes somehow stayed fresh and interesting)

So we reach Memory World at loooooooong last and. And the animation is the worst. Atem falls off a cliff it's just like "ow." Bakura isn't have as intriguing anymore now that he's a poorly drawn anime guy with scars. He arrives toting Atem's father's mummy it should be scary. It should be shocking. But instead, for some reason we watched dancing girls of questionable historical accuracy repeat the same frame several times, while Atem makes a face like a baby trying his hardest to go number two in his diaper. In the manga this scene is really funny, with Siamun being Sugoroku in every way, and Atem in his awkwardness being more Yugi-like than we've ever seen him. In the anime they are just going through the motions. There's no life in anything.

The one thing the anime version got right was understanding that this was the one and only opportunity we'd have to learn about Atem. You know, half of the main character for the whole show. Even the manga is really so busy doing plot stuff it kind of forgets to make us care about the ancient Egyptian cast. The anime took advantage of the need for pacing to give us a couple low key moments about Atem & Friends, but for some reason it decided we should 1) know what Atem looked like falling flat on his nose as a toddler, and 2) show us that from a young age he was making grand progressive speeches about equality. Seeing Atem portrayed as a nice guy who cared about people gave me mixed emotions after watching him struggle for seasons with the possibility that he might have been a bad king and not remember it. Because we got a whole season of him making mistakes and disappointing fans in Doma, and now in Memory World the final answer to what kind of person Atem was is just "well he's a good guy in the modern sense of the word lol" and then we move on. Also, neither that speech, nor Doma, are manga canon, but fans on the whole remember Doma much better than they remember nice guy baby Atem. Which is so very nice -.-;

So Memory World could have been so much fun, exciting, adventurous in a way you can't always be when you have to stay put on a holo-duel stage (card games on motorcycles hasn't been invented yet!), and insightful about a character who has been the central point of everything yet whom we knew next to nothing about. Instead it was a poorly animated clusterfuck of battle scenes that were difficult to make sense of. The Bakura stuff was the best. The Kaiba-insert filler was the worst. I was disappointed with Set's arc in the manga as well, another thing that had been built up for years and years and ended up more about the mysterious waif-like dragon girl than Set vs Atem. If the anime changed something to add in Kaiba, I wish they'd have rewritten the Set vs Atem duel so it was mildly interesting, and Idk maybe Kaiba could have teamed up with Atem against his past self, which would have aggravated him to no end? Instead of just wandering around insisting none of this could really be happening. Or he should just not have been there at all. Personally I go the DSOD route and pretend Kaiba was never in Memory World, same as the manga. It's not like erasing him from the anime version has any impact on events bahahaha. He was included for MONEY MONEY MONEY popular character NEEDS to stick around even if he has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do because MONEY MONEY MONEY

I love DSOD to pieces. But my own dream for the anniversary project was a remake of Memory World. Even if it had been a 90 min movie version instead of several episodes, as long as it was better quality, and invested in Atem as a character instead of simply as a pawn in a game, I would have enjoyed those 90 mins better than the entire Memory World season. Doma and KC Grand Prix were a mistake if they played a role in how awful Memory World was.

But they did the Millennium Duel well. Not astonishing, but really, except for useless Kaiba being there, it was more than adequate. (And although Kaiba himsefl was useless, it was cool seeing him rejected as an opponent for Atem in favor of Yugi. Actually I kinda wish they'd made a bigger deal out of that...) Kid me cried buckets (actually I must have been well into my teens by then bahahaha. I def cried though). Thanks to those final two episodes, the series send-off didn't leave me with a bad taste in my mouth. If it had ended with Memory World it would have been an even bigger disappointment to me than the finale of Bleach. And I despise the finale of Bleach x'D

#yugioh #youre never too old to be salty about cartoons amirite little kuriboh

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trialbymagicks · 9 months

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A Spooktacular Witch’s Brew: The Real Magic of Scary Godmother

It's that spooktacular time of year where the magic and the mundane merge once again for a night of tricks and treats! Just what is it about the Scary Godmother movies that makes them such an enduring cult classic?

The Part Where We Act Like This Is The Inspirational Personal Essay On A Recipe Blog

As someone who has always loved the spooky season and held a fond place in my heart for Halloween, I was drawn to stories – particularly movies – that suited the occasion. To name just a few: the Halloweentown movies, Hocus Pocus, The Little Vampire, Twitches and its sequel, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and of course Scary Godmother were all top of the very long list.

Perhaps not-so-surprisingly, as I revisit these tales from my childhood I’ve noticed that they seem to share common themes. Families or found families of outcasts celebrating their individuality in an environment that seems hand-crafted for them, often using Halloween as a time to openly hide in plain sight during a merging of two different worlds (the magical and the mundane) and ultimately fighting for their right to coexist when a closed-minded force threatens to destroy them. As I engaged with these stories growing up, I often found myself feeling like I was coming home just as the protagonists did when they embarked on their journeys of self-discovery and acceptance.

My own personal journey with the season has been a bit of a bumpy one. For the majority of my childhood, I adored the idea of getting to dress up as whatever I wanted to be and live out a magical fantasy. Once I reached my teenage years and struggled to understand who or what I was through the extremely confusing “socially-acceptable” lens of my peers, Halloween suddenly became the one day I felt like I could wear a costume and be as weird as I wanted to be because no one could judge me for it. Then depression soon hit me like a sack of bricks and that spark of joy the season had brought me began to wither away, the only saving grace being that I could still watch the movies I’d grown up with and feel at least a little like I was home again in my own skin, though I longed to be a part of those worlds instead. Now, a decent way into my adulthood, I have started to return to my roots and discover an even deeper appreciation for the occasion.

The Recipe For A Halloween Cult Classic

Scary Godmother started out as a hybrid comic-novel book series created by Jill Thompson for her niece as a way of spreading the Halloween joy to readers of all ages in a market that she felt was lacking the material. Two of her original stories were adapted to the screen in 2003 and 2005, both of which received her supervision and guidance during the creative process.

Step 1: For a unique and easily identifiable look, toss two art styles in a blender and pulse until satisfied. Be careful not to over-blend!

Mom says it’s Hannah’s turn with the eyes!

First things first, we have to address the elephant in the room: The mix of CGI models on 2.5D backgrounds is wild to look at and the internet has been abuzz with reviewers, reaction channels, and casual viewers alike commenting on how hauntingly unsettling it is. They point out the soullessness of the eyes on many of the human characters. There have been frantic questions about why the movies weren’t animated in 2D like Jill Thompson’s beautiful storybook illustrations. Was it only because CGI animation is quicker and cheaper to produce?

Luckily for our curious minds, the answers to these questions are simple. This was Jill Thompson’s vision!

The movie designs are accurate adaptations of her original illustrations and in fact the CGI was her decision. When discussing how to approach the style of the movie, she specified that she did not want live-action and she absolutely did not want 2D “because I’m doing 2D. Nobody else should be doing 2D, just me.” (Yes, she really did say in a Comics Bulletin interview that that was her reason. No, I’m not sure I understand it either.)

Perhaps a 2D animated movie would have looked less jarring, but I’ll say it – these movies are extremely charming in a storybook way largely in part due to that animation. The 3D characters perform highly energetic visual gags that often make them look as though they are leaping off the 2D pages of their world. Much like turning the pages of a pop-up book, it looks unreal and quite a bit magical, and may have been what first drew the attention of channel-surfing kids every year.

Step 2: Sprinkle in a Found Family of “weirdo” character types that you enjoy coming back to every year. Go ahead, really make it feel like a home away from home~

I always looked forward to catching this movie on TV every year because there’s something so sweet about Hannah’s found family journey with the inhabitants of The Fright Side. I mean, what Halloween-loving kid wouldn’t be drawn to a whimsical spooktakular adventure into a world of feel-good Halloween vibes? They welcome her into their home and encourage her to be her authentic self the way they live their own lives openly among friends who understand and appreciate them.

The three “broommates” in charge of the monster house are Scary Godmother, Bug-a-boo, and Skully. Their quirky trio truly is the backbone of the group.

Oh my god, they were broommates.

As the monster under the bed, Bug-a-boo is the quintessential misunderstood “looks intimidating on the outside but is a huge softie inside” character. If Boo immediately getting attached to Sully in Monsters Inc. got you right in the heart as a kid, then you’ll understand what makes Hannah’s friendship with Bug-a-boo hit home. She spends the first movie steadily realizing that they share interests and favorite foods, which makes him far less scary and allows her to appreciate his fun-loving nature. When he easily breaks down all the stereotypes Hannah had been taught to believe, it becomes clear that he’s looking out for her more than the guardian she had been told to depend on. To kids who were considered “weird” enough to like monsters, this dynamic feels personal.

Scary Godmother is like the cool aunt who always has her pockets filled with candy for the niblings. She takes a no-nonsense approach to her broommates’ shenanigans, making sure they don’t frighten Hannah too much before she gets the chance to adjust to the new setting, and you just know that if you ever had trouble at home she would be there in a heartbeat to take you in. There’s something about the good witch who can be a little bit bad when the situation calls for it that strikes a personal chord with a lot of misfits.

In the human world, Skully Pettibone is a skeleton in the closet, but in The Fright Side no one is pushing him to stay in any closets! He is out and proud and extremely loud about it. In fact, the first time we see him he’s flamboyantly busting out of the closet with the dramatic flair of a stand-up comedian ready for his grand debut. Somehow, he is both too much and not enough at the same time, so you’re already expecting it by the time he spontaneously breaks out into show tunes.

Oh, and they have the most adorable ghost cat named Boozle who occasionally hacks up scareballs. I love him.

Of course they also have an assortment of friends who have been invited to the party.

The most controversial is undoubtedly Harry the werewolf, a theater kid if you ever saw one. He is like the weird uncle who always shows up intoxicated to family gatherings (or he will be soon after he gets there), believes pajamas count as casual clothes, and has a serious case of the munchies. His fourth wall breaking humor flies over the heads of most everyone in the room and, though these facets of his personality consequently makes him the butt of every joke, he’ll read comics with you, howl at the moon, and make you laugh as he dramatically recites dialogue from your favorite scenes alongside the characters during movie night… even when he overstays his welcome.

Naturally, every band of monster misfits has to include a vampire or three! Orson and his parents are the old-fashioned goth family that gives HOAs nightmares.

Max is the socially awkward Nosferatu out of time with a morbid sense of humor, reminiscing about the olden days of vampire royalty and struggling to adopt already outdated slang in order to fit in with the younger generations. Ruby is the better-adjusted Queen of the Night who finds herself caught between supporting her husband’s preference for tradition and encouraging their son’s individuality. It’s a tough job trying to get them to meet somewhere in the middle, but she has learned to go with the flow. As for Orson, he is the stand-in for every kid whose parents unintentionally embarrass them in front of their friends with cheesy jokes and an awkward amount of affectionate doting.

Step 3: To build the plot, mix 3 parts sugar for your Pure-hearted Hero with 2 parts spice for your Unrelenting Bully and voila! If the Bully gets comeuppance and Good prevails, you’ve done it right! Don’t hold back; make it cheesy!

Did anyone else notice his ears got hairy? His parents let him throw out all but two pairs of clothes they never wash and his friends think he stinks… Just how unkempt IS he?

The premise for the first movie is pretty simple: Jimmy and his friends don’t want to babysit Jimmy’s little cousin while they Trick-or-Treat, so they decide to pull a mean prank to scare her by locking her in the Spook House after filling her head with tales of child-eating monsters. In response to Hannah’s tears, Scary Godmother shows up to whisk her away to The Fright Side and show her that monsters are people too!

While Hannah has the most spooktacular Halloween of her life, the older kids realize that their determination to ruin Hannah’s night caused them to miss out on all the Halloween fun they had hoped to have without her as they spend hours worrying over why they can’t hear her screams of terror from the Spook House.

The comedy lies in the eyeballs!

In the end, Hannah’s new friends help her scare her bullies in return and paint her as the brave hero of their little act, thereby winning over Jimmy’s friends for the sequel and leaving Jimmy with a full year of unresolved psychological trauma that he winds up channeling into a desire to destroy Halloween forever.

Hannah is clearly the glue that holds the entire human world together. Like many young protagonists, her wide-eyed enthusiasm for the holiday and willingness to think of everyone she meets as her friend the instant they’re nice to her is a large part of her charm. It is easy to put yourself in her shoes as she meets the denizens of The Fright Side for the first time or imagine yourself similarly solving the world’s Halloween-related problems with unquenchable optimism. She thinks outside the box and appreciates the charm in the homemade aspect of the holiday that has been overshadowed by the commercialism of the season for too long.

Someone smashed all the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch, jeopardizing that farmer’s livelihood? That’s just the mouth for their jack-o-lanterns!

Someone vandalized all the Halloween costumes and tampered with the candy in the store with no concern whatsoever for the employees whose paychecks might be at risk due to product loss? Just recycle last year’s costumes and make your own treats! Who needs candy anyway?

Someone TP’d the Spook House, littering and making it someone else’s problem to clean up later? That’s not toilet paper, that’s ghost decorations! How thoughtful!

Meanwhile, Jimmy was so traumatized by the experience from the first movie that he became a paranoid Home Alone style shut-in with a vendetta against an entire holiday… and no one was concerned about this. It’s honestly amazing how these human kids overreact to everything and yet their friend having a trauma-induced breakdown wasn’t even a blip on their radar.

He’s hallucinating monsters in his spaghetti, kids. I don’t know what else to tell you. This boy needs therapy.

Jimmy’s gradual descent from casual trespassing and bullying in the first movie to full on vandalism and destruction in the sequel is a character arc with real stakes for more than just the humans. No longer content to simply pick on his cousin, he nearly destroys The Fright Side in his attempt to rid the world of monsters and ruin his friends’ fun. But of course all it takes is an invitation to join the party he tried to crash and a chance to meet the source of his nightmares in a less scary setting to heal his mental and emotional scarring, thereby officially welcoming him back into the friend group and ending the story on a happy note.

Step 4: Bind it all together with an “anything goes” magic system and you’re done!

As the resident witch, Scary Godmother is the primary magic user of the movies and she can do whatever the plot calls for – or whatever looks the coolest to impress the children watching. The way she uses her magic can be boiled down to a few basics: flight, teleportation, levitation, telekinesis, materialization and dematerialization, and some classic illusions.

Her preferred methods of travel appear to be flying on her broomstick for long distances, teleportation for snappy appearances, and using her wings to fly around the house when walking just won’t do. She often uses telekinesis to move objects and get the house ready for Halloween or to levitate a particularly lazy werewolf out of bed.

She will materialize a spider web handkerchief to dry Hannah’s tears and one of her favorite tricks is materializing decorations on a whim for the house parties, but she summons all manner of items when needed and dispels them just as quickly once they have served their purpose. Only once or twice does she ever chant a spell while doing so, most likely for dramatic effect, so it’s safe to presume her magic doesn’t require it.

Perhaps she is at her most terrifying when she summons ethereal skeletal arms that shoot out from her hands to do her bidding against pests or when she uses her illusion magic to appear to melt her whole body into a puddle a la the Wicked Witch of the West. But most of her illusions are beautiful spectacles like releasing colorful trails of magic from her hands or hat to light up the darkness.

The Fright Side itself is a highly magical place with a mostly whimsical take on the concept of a magic system. According to Scary Godmother, it is responsible for such tasks as changing the color of the leaves each season, painting the clouds into the sky, and knitting spider webs. And you don’t need a magic broom to travel there either, since there is a magic key that creates a portal to The Fright Side when used on any door. But the most interesting detail is the thread that holds it all together.

You may be familiar with the concept of certain monsters or nonhuman entities that only exist if enough people believe in them. Or how about the idea that these entities’ power is determined by how many people believe in them? The Fright Side seems to work in a similar way. As seen in The Revenge of Jimmy, its magic is directly linked to how much Halloween spirit exists in the human world – particularly this one town where the main characters live, for plot reasons – because if the holiday was ever retired, not only would Scary Godmother lose her magic and the monsters become their human world counterparts… the magical world around them would disappear into the void altogether.

Final Food For Thought

So, with all that in mind, I really do have to wonder…

The magic calendar showed us that, if humans stopped celebrating Halloween or believing in it, October 31st would cease to exist at all and The Fright Side would disappear. But if the hard work of Scary Godmother and The Fright Side are responsible for such basic things as clouds in the sky and the changing seasons, how would that even work? Would what humans call science suddenly take over again to fill the gap in the universe? Or maybe what humans call science is the same thing as the magic used by The Fright Side to perform those tasks and nothing would change at all.

That’s not even addressing the fact that the complete erasure of October 31st would somehow transition the human world to a 364-day calendar. When it comes to the universe, there is usually a give and take, so would February 29th become a permanent day in the calendar to replace it and February 30th be declared a new Leap Year day to even things out?

These and many more are not questions we are meant to ask as casual viewers of the movies, but it sure is fun to think about!

Note: This article was originally posted on WordPress on October 31, 2022.

#Scary Godmother #Jill Thompson #movies #children's movies #posts on trial

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swynlake-rp · 10 months

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Just like every season of the year has its merits, so does every kind of tale you can tell. What stories will these characters weave?

Meridian Clade (Meridian Clade, Strange World) - Are dreams just for young folks? You wonder, staring longingly at the sky, if it might not be too late for you to have dreams and fulfill them.

Estelle Spud (Mrs. Potato Head, Toy Story) - Your past life as a spy was supposed to be the most exciting part -- until you and your husband adopted triplets! They've been a dream and make this chapter of your life far from boring. Lately, things have been seeming…hm…how to put this delicately…strange. Might your children have something to do with it?

Petunia Robinson (Petunia Robinson, Meet The Robinsons) - Glitz, glamour, and…g'occasionally being cursed to be a little wooden puppet, haha, everything is fine! Everything is NOT fine. How fortunate that your nephew and his wife own a sizable home in a town teeming with magic. Surely someone here can reverse this curse?

Ming Lee (Ming Lee, Turning Red) - The panda is the least of your worries when you’ve got a magic amulet keeping it inside. What you are worried about? Your daughter, of course! University is a time as exciting as it is scary and you wonder if your Meilin is adjusting as well as she wants you to think. Surely she must still need her Mama, right?

Fairy Godmother (Fairy Godmother, Cinderella) - The people don't know what they want until you give it to them! And they should be grateful that you do. You don't want to hear any complaining, your wishes granted are always flawless. Flawless indeed!

Yubaba Ōno (Yubaba, Spirited Away) - Does it really make you the evil, evil witch if someone chooses to make a deal with price magic? Nothing in life is free after all. You're just a simple old lady to make a living...

#disney rp #disney #turning red #cinderella #meet the robinsons #fairy godmother #spirited away #yubaba #toy story #strange world #meridian clade #mrs potato head #most wanted wednesday #most wanted wednesdays

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xxstitchesxx88 · 2 years

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~ Welcome one and all! ~

Hello hello!

It is so good to meet you!

The names Stitch and I'm here to write!

As stated above in my bio, I have plans of writing for fandoms and many things.

For fandom writing, I have loads of fun planned! If you like reader insert, oc insert, ships, and headcanons this is a place for you! Down below I'll have a list of fandoms that I will write for! I'll also have a few things I will and will not write, you can find a list of such down below as well!

I will also be doing creative story writing, ideas, prompts, other shorts, and original character creation. With this, it will be anything I either write or create that is not made before. Of course, if anything I write is inspired by a photo or other writer I will give credit to whoever or whatever inspired me!

Now!

I am not the greatest writer, nor am I the greatest with ideas. I am here simply for enjoyment and fun! I will also hopefully learn and grow as I write but, it is not my main priority of mine so if it bothers you then sadly here is the door. Otherwise, buckle up and enjoy the ride!

-WARNINGS AND RULES-

First things first, my warnings.

I curse and will not sensor myself simply because I don't want to. So if you can't handle a fuck or shit. Then you can simply fuck off.

I have a very dark sense of humor, I will not joke about certain things or purposely offend anyone. However, I have a lot of self disrespect than any hater I will ever get out there. I also joke about death and other shit like that, if you are uncomfortable with that, then please leave now.

I think I'm funny when in hindsight, I am probably not, so there's that.

There will also be plenty of crackhead shit in my blog post.

Another thing I will be writing the characters as how I see and how I portray them. If they aren't your cup of tea then sorry but my stories are my writing and I will do how I please.

I cheat and use Grammarly because I can not spell to save my life.

If you are not comfortable or any of these triggers please leave now. Also, I will always put a warning if anything really dark or morbid is said or written so just keep an eye out and read to what your comfort level is. I won't hold you at gunpoint if you don't want to read my stories it's all good.

Rule number 1- I will not ever write anything I am uncomfortable with. Don't expect me to. I will either ignore or simply delete any requests I chose. It won't be personal, but I am here to enjoy my writing so, of course, if it makes me uncomfy or weird I won't write it. I will write what I want.

Rule number2- No smut.

Rule number3- Have fun and enjoy your time with me.

~ Fandoms ~

Anime

Fairy Tail

Fruits Basket

Haikyuu

My Hero Academia

Black Clover

Naruto

Soul Eater

Attack On Titan

Demon Slayer

Cartoons {Movies/Shows}

TMNT {2012}

Teen Titans {ORIGINAL}

Young Justice

Avatar The Last Airbender

Rise Of The Guardians

Sing {1&2)

Danny Phantom

Transformers Prime

How To Train Your Dragon

Ice Age

Invincible

Voltron

Ruby’s Gloom

Open Season

Scary Godmother

Movies

The Hobbit

Dragonheart Vengeance

Dragonheart

Spiderman Far From Home

Spiderman No Way Home

TMNT {2014&2018}

Deadpool {1&2}

Avengers

Avengers Age of Ultron

Transformers {Bay Verse 1-5}

Venom {1}

Boondock Saints

9-1-1

Outer Banks

Arrow {Season 1-3}

Teen Wolf

The 100 {Season 1-3}

Total Drama

OUAT {Season 1-3}

The Order

The Umbrella Academy

Gotham

Cobra Kai

Video Games

FNAF

Undertale

Batman- Arkham Knight

Until Dawn

Creepypasta/Slashers

Jeff The Killer

Masky

Hoddie

Ticci Toby

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Ben Drowned

Jane The Killer

Sally {Platonic ONLY}

Homicidal Lui

Bob

The Rake

Michale Myers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms

Pennywise

Billy

Stu

Welp that's it!

Thanks for coming and reading this hopefully I can write and create things you all enjoy. Peace and see you all next time!

#firstpost #Rules&warnings

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theamazingannie · 3 years

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I think it’s funny when people think I’m weird and then have no idea what I do in my free time. Like honey you have no idea

#i made a family in the Sims #starts off normal #the characters are from one of the books I’m ‘writing’#okay #i put them all in Halloween costumes #and in typical Annie fashion they are of course not packaged costumes but homemade #as in not from the spooky or seasons pack but made from normal clothes #what are their costumes you might ask #they are all characters from scary godmother of course #and yes that includes bugaboo #(tho to be fair the character playing bugaboo is very weird and specifically chose that character #also the outfit slaps #she’s Muslim and the sims isn’t great at completely modest clothing so it was a challenge but one I succeeded at)#ive been doing this for at least four hours #it’s April #it’s not even close to Halloween #on the bright side it did inspire me to write some excerpts from the book #and gave me some nice insight into some character development for one of the characters #she was going as hannah Marie but had an identity crisis cuz she’s sick of being seen as ‘cute’#anyways no one cares #also I should mention it is currently 6:27am #if that gives you any more insight into my life

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positively--speculative · 2 years

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I want to talk a little bit about examples of "poc-coding" that I think serve as great examples for Legend of Zelda fans, especially fans of Breath of the Wild.

So, Hylians are not human. They are rather humanoid elfish people.

We can see that just by looking at Link and Zelda:

It doesn't take a faery expert to see that their designs are heavily inspired by what we would imagine when listening to old European folktales. The pointed ears and attire are a pretty dead giveaway.

Now, let me tell you something, I LOVE faeries (or fairies if you prefer to spell it as such). I have a collection of Amy Brown prints that I've collected over the years. I even have a faery door in my room. My favorite movies are Labyrinth and Pan's Labyrinth. I listen to Scary Fairy Godmother on YouTube. I cannot express how much faery stories bring happiness to my life. But one thing that had bothered me growing up was that there were always very few faery stories with faeries that looked like me--a biracial Black girl.

With this in mind, you can probably imagine how overjoyed I was to see this in Breath of the Wild:

Like, imagine me, a grown biracial woman who had grown up with Legend of Zelda and loves all things faeries seeing an entire Village in Hyrule of BLACK Hylians!

Now, of course, I don't expect this fantasy race of people to identify as white or Black and there isn't anything mentioned in the dialogue with these NPCs that assign significance to it (which is great). However, you can see a clear intention of the designers to make these characters reflect their Black fans--Thick hair, dark skin, round nose, etc. As a Black fan, I recognized IMMEDIATELY that these characters were meant to resemble US!

THIS is an example of POC-coding. It is done with an INTENTION to make a non-human character reflect human people of color. And it's so important that we understand what POC-coding actually means. It's not as simple as, 'This character has it hard, so obviously, they're meant to be seen as a person of color,' and to think such illustrates a gross misunderstanding of the term. It suggests that hardships due to poverty, colonization, and general marginalization are exclusive to people of color when they're not (see: the Irish and the Saami). And people of color are much more than our experiences with hardship. In the case of Breath of the Wild, Black people can very well be living nice, peaceful lives in a fishing village.

Now, of course, this isn't to say that Legend of Zelda is perfect or above criticism. Gerudos, for example, are POC-coded, but not in the best light.

Now, these two characters are two of my favorites--Urbosa and Riju. We can see that their designs are inspired by what looks to be a mix of Southeast Asian and African. However, one prominent criticism is the outfit design. The Gerudo are "warrior women," yet their outfits leave little to be desired in regards to protection, and Riju is 12 years old, so why this group of POC-coded characters have outfits designed to reveal rather than aid in battle is definitely something worth a discussion. Not to mention, the depiction of the Gerudo has been consistently problematic throughout the series.

And you know what? I love talking about this. I love identifying and pointing out when a character is POC-coded, especially when they're coded as Black, and I love conversations when we can discuss whether the coding is respectful (Lurelin Villagers) or less so (the Gerudo). What I DO NOT like--what I loathe--is the misunderstanding of what it means for a character to be coded. What I can't stand is how fandom has decided that they can decide for themselves what coding means, because it takes away from the importance of what it means when fans of color see themselves in fantasy media. It takes attention away from actual POC-coded characters and it turns the whole thing into a joke...

...So, I am asking--begging--fandom to learn what these analytical terms actually mean instead of abusing them to make your opinions on a piece of media seem more profound than what they actually are.

#rant #poc-coding #character coding #fantasy #fandom racism #legend of zelda #legend of zelda: breath of the wild #botw #racism

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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years

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Goddaughter

Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago

Character/s: Jay x Reader, Trudy

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 916

Based on this: imagine being Trudy’s goddaughter and she gets protective when she sees you getting too close to Jay

Your godmother, Trudy, had invited you around the the District to see where she worked, you’d looked up to her since you were a child and you’d finally convinced her to bring you to work and go on a ride along.

It had been a pretty good day, Trudy had taken you on a pretty boring ride around Chicago but you’d caught up and grabbed lunch and come back early so she could show you the most exciting part of policing: paperwork.

She was trying to put you off becoming a cop, you knew that, but you were just glad to be spending the day with her for now.

Trudy had left you in the break room, having to actually go and do some paperwork before shift ended, flipping through a magazine she’d given you aimlessly and scrolling through your phone as you waited for her to get off.

“It’s Y/N right?” A man said from the door, making you jump slightly as you swivelled around in your chair to see who had spoken to you. Your first thought about the stranger was well, that he was definitely handsome.

“Erm, yeah, hi,” you smiled, standing slightly and offering your hand to shake, aware that you still had ketchup on your shirt from lunch.

“Detective Jay Halstead, call be Jay,” he introduced himself, shaking your hand with a smile, a damn good smile at that.

“Right,” you clicked your fingers, remembering Trudy mention the name, “you’re upstairs in... Intelligence, right?” He nodded. She’d told you a lot about the Unit actually, but mostly so Mouch couldn’t fill in all of his own opinion, given the complicated history between 51 and their Sergeant, Hank Voight.

“You waiting for Platt?” He asked, going to grab a drink from the fridge as you sat down again.

“Yeah she’s just finishing up at the desk,” you replied. Apparently, her fill in for the day had made a mess of a bunch of forms so she’d had to hang back to fix it, something she was very vocally not happy about. You actually felt bad for whichever officer had made the mistake, you loved your godmother but she could be pretty freaking scary.

“Oh I heard she took you on a ride-along today,” he noted, leaning against a countertop and taking a sip of his drink, “how’d you find it?”

“It was pretty uneventful to be honest,” you admitted and he smirked.

“Hoping for a little bit more action?” He asked and you shrugged, not actually sure if you should be honest with him with your actual intentions for the day. Because, truth be told, you’d already applied to the Police Academy, this ride-along was supposed to be your chance to break it to Trudy gently, something you’d completely chickened out of all day.

“Something like that,” was how you answered and he regarded you a little suspiciously as you scratched your neck. Thankfully though, he didn’t pry.

“Well, the way she’s been talking you up to the DIstrict I’m sure you did fine,” he told you, laughing a little as you blinked at him. Oh god, what had she been saying?

“Do I want to know?” You dared to ask, your embarrassment clearly amusing him as he took his time to finish off his drink before answering.

“Nothing aweful,” he said with a wicked grin that told you otherwise, letting you wait for an agonising second before saying: “you looked cute trying to wear Trudy’s uniform.”

You felt your face going red as you sighed, shaking your head, “of course she showed you that,” you complained. God you’d been what, 6? You’d only put on the shirt, it was a ridiculously big dress on you and you’d spend your time slapping people with your sleeves if they committed a ‘crime’, that is, if you weren’t tripping over instead.

“Well you look better now... you’d look better in it now,” he said, correcting himself quickly when he heard the words he’d spoken, “I mean, I’m sure you’d fit into it now, not being a kid anymore,” he tried and you laughed as he tripped over himself.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” you said sarcastically, glad your face was already red, otherwise he would have noticed your reaction to his comment. Was a hot detective flirting with you?

You were both laughing when Trudy walked, her face falling slightly as she looked between the two of you.

“Hey, you all finished?” You asked and she nodded, glaring a little at Jay as she looked back to you.

“Yeah, so we should go,” she said a little quickly, grabbing your coat for you with a pointed look to Jay.

“Bye Y/N,” he smiled, a fact that Trudy was not happy with.

“Night Jay,” you said, hearing Trudy click her fingers by the door.

“Night Trudy,” he waved to her as you caught up.

“Uh-huh, see you tomorrow Chuckles, Y/N won’t be coming back” she remarked pointedly, a warning tone clear in her voice as she gestured for you to go a head of her before you could argue, but you caught her glaring at Jay a little before you headed down the stairs to the exit.

“So Jay was nice,” you commented, deliberately trying to get a rise out of her as she huffed, rolling her eyes and pulling open the front door to the building.

“Over my dead body,” she replied dryly, but you got the feeling that she actually meant over his.

#jay halstead #trudy platt #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead imagines #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead one shot #chicago pd imagines #chicago pd one shot #one chicago imagine #one chicago imagines #one chicago one shot #one shot

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evakuality · 4 years

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Let’s talk about Davenzi

(Because, let’s be honest, when do I not talk about them?)

A few Davenzi ideas have been swirling around in my brain recently, helped along by a couple of things: the discussion at Hos2 about what represents Davenzi’s relationship, and a conversation in a chat about the ways in which their dynamic works (I love every single one of you in that discussion! I hope I manage to do justice to some of the things you were saying). I felt like what they said at the con was part of what represents their relationship, but it’s not all of it. Anyway, it got me thinking about what I’d choose as the one word to represent their relationship, and it all boils down to one thing: equality. I know we say that for all these couples but I dunno, I just feel like for these two that digs deeper in many ways, and while I don’t think any of the relationships is unequal there are some things that just make me feel like ‘equality’ is MOST applicable to these two.

Similar ages

This one is probably the one that’s the most ‘well, yeah, obviously’ of them all and yet it’s quite an important one, to me. I’m not totally familiar with all the other evaks, but from my admittedly not-so-awesome gleaning from gifs and discussions on tumblr they seem for the most part to fit the ‘slightly older Even and younger Isak’ model that we got in the original. Whereas here, we have two boys at a similar age and stage in their lives. They’re both in their final year at school and both are on the verge of having to move out into the world. They’re both facing things that are new and scary for the first time. Why is this important? Well, you can’t have the Even character telling the Isak character ‘I forgot how young you are’ as a means of establishing his own authority in understanding how the world works (and which Isak takes on board), and it means that neither of them is the follower in the way that Isak is with Even for such a long time. The thing is, once you have these two characters who are the same age then you end up with a couple that has to operate from that basis rather than the one we see in the original. A lot of the things we see in the rest of this little list stem from the fact that because of this change these two characters operate in a different way, and one that means they understand each other quite differently than Evak does, for example.

Similar life experiences

There are some obvious differences in their life experiences, but there are some things that are really similar and again that mean they tend to approach some things in a similar way. Not everything, clearly (Matteo is far more likely to go barging headfirst into things and be more direct than David), but enough that we can see the way these things have shaped them. First, neither one seems to be living with parents. They’ve both moved out and away from situations that weren’t great for their wellbeing. So they both have some sort of understanding of why the other might be feeling shitty about some things. They don’t really acknowledge that in words, apart from their discussion during conversation number one about getting in a car and just getting away, but they both approach the other with the same sort of care and tenderness almost from the start. This is partly because they both crave it because they haven’t had as much of it, but partly because they can both sense that need in the other. Each of them knows instinctively what the other might be feeling and why, and what to do about it.

Second, neither of them has an established relationship with anyone else. Matteo is closer, but his relationship with Sara is so obviously not fulfilling in any way and it doesn’t give him any insights into how to be in a relationship with someone in a genuine way. What this means is that neither of them is knowledgeable about how to be in a relationship, and is part of what prompts the entirely awkward meetings in the hallways at school in the early days. Neither of them is experienced enough to go ‘okay, fine, I’ll take the lead on this one’ and so they both have to feel their way gently and hesitantly. That hesitance is part of why they end up working so well together. They’ve had to feel their way through this thing, and figure out what it might look like, together. It also means that neither of them has an ex in a position to put words in the other’s mouth because of prior knowledge they have, and so we get them both being forced to talk to each other. I know we all like to laugh at them and their ‘say it with words, directly’ thing, but in actual fact they have been forced to do it (sometimes by each other) and so they do know what they’re talking about. They have both, at times, had to make themselves vulnerable verbally because there’s been no other way, no-one else has been there to do it for them. This has, of course, had the effect that they both know exactly where they stand fairly early on (comparatively to Isak, for example).

Supporting each other

This is probably the biggest one, for me. Probably partly because of their similarities in age and experiences, they have both taken a lot of care of the other fairly quickly and effectively when the other has needed it. Matteo compliments David’s art, David compliments Matteo’s tech skills; they let each other know they think the other one is cool. David steps in to save Matteo on the bus, he stays behind to clean up after the neon party because Matteo got in trouble for leaving things messy previously, he’s the one who takes the lead in the empty pool when it’s obvious Matteo needs that etc etc. Matteo steps up after the middle episodes where he’s still looking after himself (and I kind of love that they were apart during that time, even while it really sucked to live through it, because it gave them both time to develop on their own). So, after David returns in episode 7 Matteo’s very gentle and tender with him, there’s no demands for answers (at least not at first), and all he wants is to make David feel safe and happy. He takes care of David through the awkward ‘let’s make a petition’ thing from his friends, his care and attention is all on David during the entire last 3 episodes and he even goes against his own normal instincts to give David what he needs: space and time.

In fact, if we look at it holistically, David looks after Matteo for episodes 2-4, episodes 5-7 they’re their own support (with some help from other friends of course), and episodes 8-10 Matteo is David’s support. Of course, this isn’t set in stone and there is some bleed through in all these sections, but that’s the basic arc of this support system they have. Neither of them has a bigger caretaker/leader role; they share those roles when the other one needs it. Then when we get to the Abi stuff and onwards, they’re both very good with each other: David encouraging Matteo to study, Matteo encouraging David with his movie etc etc. They’re just genuinely equal in all of this. Not only that, but the support they give each other is tender and careful when they need that and more teasing or forceful when they need that sort. They get each other on a really deep level, partly because they are quite similar in some ways.

Similar personalities

The thing is that, while there are some obvious differences, the two of them share certain traits that mean they click with each other in ways that Evak don’t. That’s not to say Evak (or any of the others, though I don’t know them so well) don’t click, because they obviously do. They click more in a ‘we match each other by filling out the missing parts’ way, whereas with Davenzi they match more like ‘we are similar and understand each other’s needs because of that’ way. Neither way is better, of course, but it’s just interesting that this is how they are. They can both be quietly there for the other, doing things in a way that means the other gets what he needs but without calling attention to themselves. For example, David’s clean up after the party isn’t done to be obvious to Matteo. He has no idea if he’ll even see him, but he does it anyway to help and to be supportive because that’s what Matteo needs. Matteo recognises that David needs the comfort and support of someone being there for him before he comes out, and he offers him that. He stands up for David and what he needs in the big group meeting after David goes to his godmother without ever knowing if David will be back or know that he’s done it, but just because he knows what he needs.

But they also both have some little shit in them, and some aggression or forcefulness, and they both know when to use it to push the other one. So Matteo pushes David the same day he comes out to him when it becomes obvious that he’s going to run away again. He also pushes him when he returns to the pool after David comes back to Berlin. He teases him when he’s about to give up on his movie and in all these cases this approach has been what David needs. David, in his turn, makes Matteo study by letting him know what it would be like if he had to return to school and thus in some ways by letting him know that they’d stop being equals if that were to happen, which Matteo resents and thus is the impetus behind him reluctantly studying, and which David 100% knows and is why he uses this approach. He also spends a lot of time challenging Matteo to break out of his apathy and his rut early in the season. Unlike Matteo, he isn’t aggressive about it, but he’s absolutely sure about what sort of push Matteo needs. Again, each time, the approach David uses is the one that Matteo needs in that moment. They just both get each other on some sort of deep level because they both have the same sort of qualities themselves and can put themselves into each other’s shoes.

The other thing we can’t really ignore is that they have some similarities which are less good. They can both withdraw and disconnect from the world around them, shutting people out in ways which are damaging to them (Matteo after he gets David’s text withdraws into his room and stays there for days for example, and David pulls back from intimacy with Matteo because he’s scared). In this, they are also equals even if they show it in different ways, and it’s something they do end up working on and with together. They can also both be tempted to ‘run away from it all’ as they both suggested in their first conversation. In fact, this side is one of the things that first made them feel connected to each other: hey this guy understands my desire to get the fuck out of here. This side comes out in different ways, of course (Matteo’s is more emotionally distanced, whereas David’s is more physically distant), but these are still qualities which each of them has and recognises in the other. What’s good about that is that because they share these similarities they know how to approach the other one.

And that’s why all of these things together add up to two people who are on so much of the same wavelength. They can playfight and be silly together, but when they need or want it they can be sweet and careful with each other, they can tell each other home truths when they need to. They know how and when to support each other and how and when to prank each other. And they each give as good as they get, neither of them has more of a caretaker or leadership role over the other. They each take that role at various times in the relationship. Because they are equal in so many ways. There is obviously so much more that can be said about this relationship, and the ways in which they are different has some interesting impacts on their dynamic as well. But I just really like that at its heart, this relationship is one where both partners are equal - in both their good qualities and their less admirable ones.

#druck #davenzi #my meta stuff #honestly it's long but it could have been longer #I never know when to shut up #there's so much more that could be said

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marvelslut16 · 5 years

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About time

Pairing: Jay x reader

Synopsis: Jay and (Y/N) have been friends for years. The met back on the Isle, but will their friendship evolve now that they’re in Auradon?

Word count: 2,333

Warnings: Some blood. Kind of OC, the main character has a certain hair color to fit with the story.

Leaving the Isle definitely has some perks, but it also has its negatives. All of my friends are doing things they love: Evie has more material to sew with here, and she’s incredibly smart; Mal can do magic, and it's obvious she’s trying to hide how good and dare I say nice she actually is; Carlos met Dude, and they do everything together; and Jay has Tourney, and girls chasing after him everywhere he goes. Then there’s me, I was never special on the Isle and I’m still not special in Auradon.

My father is a villain, he tried to take over a Kingdom, and technically tried to kill a queen and a princess. However, Hans was never feared by any of the other villains, and by association, neither was I.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” Carlos asks, petting Dude. I look over to where he’s sitting on his bed and shoot him a smile. “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

“What’s going on with you and Jay then?” he asks nervously.

“Absolutely nothing,” I laugh, pushing a strand of my platinum blonde hair behind my ear.

“Everyone kind of thought you had a thing when we were on the Isle. But you guys seem like you’re avoiding each other here,” Dude barks as if he agrees with Carlos’s statement.

“We never had a thing, he’s just my best friend. You already know this Carlos,” I squint my eyes at him, before plopping down on the bed. “He saved me more than once when we were kids, and we became friends. I'm indebted to him, I literally owe him my life. We aren’t ignoring each other, he’s just busy and I’m not.”

I’m roaming the isle, my hair up in pigtails. I notice the sun going down and realize that I probably won’t make back before the sun goes down completely, like Hans demanded I do. I take a turn down a back alleyway to get back faster, but I get a weird feeling like I’m being watched.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Miss. Loser,” Shan yu’s son said. He comes out of the shadows, and soon his friends join him, I’m completely surrounded.

“The weak little princess, too afraid to do anything,” one of his friends laughs.

“You don’t fit in on the Isle,” another friend joins in.

They aren’t wrong, I never steal or hurt anyone. I just don’t want to, I’ve never had the urge to. And if that makes me stand out, then so be it. I’m not going to change just so I can fit in. The name princess started a few years back, after I was caught paying for my food and not stealing. Everyone on this island seemed to come to the consensus that I acted as privileged as a princess, which painted a target on my back.

The circle of boys inch closer, cracking their knuckles. Their lips all pull up on one side showing their teeth, all have the menacing look down pact. The one behind me grabs the collar of my leather jacket and holds me still. Shan Yu’s son readies his fist and lines it up perfectly with my nose. My face scrunches up as I tightly close my eyes and await the pain.

“Get your hands off of her,” a shout comes from the mouth of the alleyway. I open one eye and look to see who it is, Jafar’s son. He walks up to the group and grabs them all by the collars and pushes them into the ground or into a wall. Shan Yu’s son gets up and pulls his arm back, getting ready to punch Jafar’s son in the face. Jafar’s son beats him to it, and punches his jaw, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the alleyway.

“Why did you do that?” I ask when I finally find words.

“A simple thanks would be nice,” he grunts.

“Thank you. But are you crazy? Do you have some kind of death wish?” my eyebrows furrow as I stare into his eyes.

“No, but you do apparently. You were going to let them just hit you,” he glares at me.

“I don’t hurt people,” I glare back.

“But you need to be able to protect yourself here, people aren’t nice here on the Isle.”

“You are,” I squint my eyes at the brown haired boy.

“Or maybe I'm tricking you,” he smirks.

“But you aren’t,” I smile as I stare into his brown eyes. His eyes give away the fact that his actions are genuine. “I’m (Y/N), by the way,” I raise my hand up to shake his like I’ve seen people do in Auradon.

“Jay,” he says as he reluctantly raises his hand to grasp mine. He recoils a little as our palms touch. “Has anyone ever told you that your cold?”

“I’ve gotten told that once or twice,” I giggle a little.

“(Y/N)?” I hear Jay call. It’s been years since the day that we met, I’ve been hanging out with him and his friends, Mal, Evie, and Carlos. Mal was a little scary at first, but the latter two welcomed me warmly. “Princess, this isn’t funny,” he calls. Jay managed to make the name that made me feel weak and like I didn’t belong into a cute nickname that makes me feel confident.

“In here,” I call quietly. I hear his boots crunch on the broken glass the closer he gets to my room.

“What happened?” he asks worriedly as soon as he sees me curled up into a corner. He drops down to his knees in front of me and grabs my hands.

“Hans,” I whimper. “I dropped his sword as I was putting it back.”

“What did he do?” he asks as he wipes away the blood on my chin that’s spilling from my split lip.

“He threw stuff at me, then he started hitting me,” I whisper.

“Well what do we have here?” Hans voice comes from the doorway, causing a whimper to escape me.

“Don’t you dare come any closer,” Jay spins around and stands before my cowering figure.

“You think you can stop me?” Hans laughs lowly.

“I know I can,” Jay laughs lightly. My eyes widen at his uncharacteristic attitude.

Hans lunges at Jay and I let out a little squeak. Fists are flying so fast that it’s hard to tell who’s winning, if people even win when it comes to this. Jay knocks Hans into a table, causing it to break under the older man's weight, before pulling me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

He runs until we arrive in the alleyway by Mal’s place. He finally sets me down and I can see the bruise forming on his chin, the gash over his eyebrow, and the slight blood leaking from his busted knuckles. I grab his hands and use the bottom of my shirt to clean his knuckles. With his free hand, his fingers ghost over the bruise that I know is forming on my cheekbone.

“He’ll never touch you again,” Jay promises. “I won’t let him.” I bury my face in his leather clad chest, I can’t seem to find the proper words to thank him. Jay shivers lightly as our bare arms brush up against each other. “You’re cold Princess,” he laughs.

“I thought you’d be used to that by now,” I tease him. “Now, lets go get you cleaned up.”

He puts his red beanie on my head as a thank you. I smile lightly as I look up at him, before leading him into Mal’s.

“Carlos, you’ll never guess what this girl tried to do-” Jay stops mid-sentence when he sees me sitting next to Carlos. “Oh (Y/N), what are you doing here?”

“We were just talking about the prince that was hitting on her,” Carlos laughs.

“What?” Jay snaps. “When?”

“It was yesterday when Mal was giving Ben the cookie,” I awkwardly pet Dude’s head.

“Who was it,” his fists clench.

“No one you need to concern yourself with,” I glare at both boys. Grabbing my jacket from the bed I head towards the door, but before I can leave Jay grabs my arm. “Let go of me!” I grab his hand and try to yank it away, but he keeps his hold.

“Princess-” Jay starts, before I cut him off.

“I’m not a little girl who needs saving anymore, Jay! I’m forever grateful for everything you did on the Isle, but I can take care of myself. I can tell a guy when I’m not interested all on my own!”

“What’s going on here?” Evie asks, walking into the boy’s dorm.

“You don’t want to know,” Carlos mumbles.

“Princess, you’re colder than normal. This can’t be healthy,” Jay looks concerned. He tries to pull me closer to him.

“I said let go of me Jay!” I finally rip my arm out of his grasp and head to the dorm I share with Mal and Evie.

Days pass, and now Jay and I are really avoiding each other. We now sit on opposite sides of the classrooms, instead of right next to each other, neither of us even bothering to look in the same direction as the other. This is the biggest fight we’ve ever had, and the longest we’ve gone without talking since we met. Fairy Godmother video calls our parents, but I don’t bother joining the other VK’s. I know Hans won’t be there, we haven’t spoken in over a year. And even before that he never really cared about me.

It’s parents day at Auradon, and Evie forced me into a dress and to go. My hair is down in its natural waves, and in a green dress that goes down to my knees, with a black sash in the middle. Mal is off meeting Ben’s parents, Evie is off doing her own thing, and the boys are eating chocolate.

“Hi,” a redheaded older lady says to me. It’s princess Anna, one of the people Hans tried to kill. Following after her is her husband Kristoff.

“Hi….” I say nervously. Why is she approaching me?

“You’re Hans’s daughter right?” she asks.

“Anna,” Kristoff says sharply.

“I am, and I’m so sorry for everything he did,” I rush out. Backing up I bump into the table the boys were eating from a few moments earlier.

“Have you heard the story of Kristoff and my first daughter?” Anna asks.

“Anna!” Kristoff warns and steps closer to her.

“Uh- yes,” I grip the table cloth behind me. “We learn it on the Isle, someone kidnapped your daughter and you’ve never been able to find her. Again, I’m so sorry,” my voice wavers in fear.

“She’d be about your age, you know,” Anna takes a step closer, analyzing my face. “And Hans is the only one holding a grudge against us.”

“What are you implying?” I shiver as burst of cold hits me.

“Incredible,” Anna murmurs quietly. “She’s like Elsa. Elsa!” she runs off to find her sister, I assume.

“What?” I ask her retreating figure. I look at the ground and see the area around me covered in a thin sheet of ice. “Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry about her,” Kristoff says quietly. “She gets overly excited and carried away.

Before I can respond, Anna comes back pulling a platinum blonde haired woman behind her. That must be Queen Elsa.

“Elsa look!” Anna exclaims, pointing near my feet. “She has the same powers as you!”

“How did you do that?” Elsa asks calmly.

“It’s never happened before,” another burst of cold runs through me, I can feel the ice now covering the table behind me. “I’ve always been colder than everyone, but I’ve never made ice appear.” I can hear the panic in my voice, and the slight rise of it.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Jay appears at my side. I let out a little sigh of relief and grab onto his arm. “What’s going on here,” he looks to the small group of adults in front of us.

“(Y/N) has powers like Elsa!” Anna says excitedly. Jay looks around for the first time and sees the ice surrounding us. I smile weakly up at him. “She has to be our lost daughter!”

“Princess?” Jay asks me confused.

“I guess that nickname has a double meaning now,” I whisper.

“And it explains why you’re always so cold,” he whispers back.

“Who’s this?” Anna cuts into our conversation.

“Anna!” both Elsa and Kristoff say exasperated.

“Oh, um, this is my best friend Jay,” I force a smile at the adults.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” Anna sticks her hand out to him.

“Uh, yeah you too,” Jay shoots me a look as he shakes her hand. “I see where (Y/N) got the greeting from,” he laughs lightly.

“I think we should leave them alone for a little,” Kristoff smiles at us, there’s a sparkle in his eyes. He grabs Anna by the hand, and pulls her away from us. Elsa follows close behind.

“So can a Princess still hang with a villain kid?” Jay grabs my hand.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I am a prissy pink princess now, there are rules.” I laugh as he pulls me closer.

“Does the prissy pink princess mind if I kiss her?” he asks, leaning his head down. Instead of responding, I grab him by the lapels and pull him to me. Our lips meet and there’s an instant spark. I melt into his chest as he grips my waist tightly. His warmth mixes with my coolness perfectly, everything about it seems right.

“It’s about time,” Mal, Evie, and Carlos say from behind us. Jay and I break apart, I rest my forehead on his. I giggle a little as he smiles down at me.

“Ben’s parents want to play croquet with us,” Mal cuts in before we can kiss again. “Let’s go.”

#descendants #jay x reader #mal #evie #carlos #jay #jay farr #jay farr x reader #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #descendants imagine #jay imagine

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yoon-kooks · 5 years

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Glass Slipper

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The moment Jimin knocks on your studio door and asks you to participate in his little “survey”, you know he’s up to his usual shenanigans. But why not play along and make things interesting?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

A/N: this is the sfw prequel to a slightly smuttier jimin drabble, Pick Me Up (find it on my drabble masterlist)! feel free to read them in any order or on their own!

You’ve been working as a songwriter at BigHit for exactly one month now, and you’ve already made an enemy: Park Jimin.

You don’t hate him or anything. But he has this terrible habit of distracting you, especially while you’re working. Sometimes he’ll just poke his head into your studio to say hi, other times he’ll ask to hear what song you’re working on. That’s cute and all, but what really irks you is when he comes up with bizarre excuses just to bother you.

Needless to say, he’s a cute but dangerous distraction. And he must be stopped at all costs.

As soon as you hear his signature knock on the door, your mind starts to make a list of the craziest excuses Park Jimin might have this time. Perhaps he’s gonna check your studio again for his nonexistent ugly Christmas sweater for the third time this week.

“Yes?” You swing your door open to a handsome boy with a clipboard in his hands. “What do you want, Jimothy?”

“Do you have time to take a quick survey?” He pulls out a bag of what looks like excess Bangtan merch. “If you participate, you get a free prize.”

“How long is it gonna take?” You narrow your eyes.

“Five minutes.” You doubt it. The last time he said five minutes, he stayed for an hour.

“What’s it about?”

“A company party. We wanna know everyone’s preference about food and stuff.” Halloween is around the corner, so maybe there is a legit party being planned. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t suspicious of the boy conducting the so-called survey.

“I might not even be able to attend if I don’t get caught up on work first.”

“I’ll help you finish your work.”

“No you won’t,” you scoff, half joking and half serious.

“Just take the survey in case you can make the party!”

“Fine! And you better leave as soon as I answer the last question!”

“Fine!” Jimin laughs over your banter before getting back into character of a professional survey conductor. “First question, are you single?”

“Seriously, Jimothy?” you groan, ready to slam the door on his face.

“We need to know if you’re bringing a plus-one or not, so we can figure out how much food to order.”

“I’m single…”

“I figured,” Jimin nods as he writes it down on his clipboard.

“You know, you’re a shitty human being.”

“Second question,” he ignores your comment, “Beverage of choice?”

“Coffee.” As soon as you respond, a light bulb goes off in your head. Rather than answering honestly, maybe you’ll skew the results with some obscure answers to give Jimin a taste of his own medicine. That’ll show him.

“Third question: favorite fancy food?”

“Avocado.”

“I said fancy.”

“Guacamole.”

Jimin gives you The Look. You blink back as innocently as possible.

“Fourth question: favorite fun activity?”

“Hmm…” You try to come up with something he despises. Maybe something that’ll scare the shit out of him. “Ooh, a haunted house?”

“Are you sure? Haunted houses are kinda boring.” He waits for you to change your mind. But you don’t feel like it.

“I’m sure.”

“Fifth question: car or limo?”

“Pumpkin carriage,” you say, “like the one in Snow White.”

“You mean Cinderella, you uncultured swine,” he corrects you.

“Same thing.”

“And final question: when’s a good day and time for the party?”

“Based on my work schedule and all the shit I have to catch up on thanks to your little survey, I’ll be free at exactly 3AM tonight.” You wish you were joking, but you really do have a lot of work to do before you can leave your studio.

“Okay.” Jimin finishes writing up your answers on the clipboard, hands you your “prize” (a vintage keychain with an orange-haired Jimin on it), and waves farewell. “I’ll see you at 3.”

You wave back, just thankful he kept his promise of leaving as soon as the survey was over.

Once your studio door closes all the way, it finally hits you. This is a date. This is not a drill. This is a date. With the enemy of all people.

By the time 3AM comes around, you’ve just finished composing a rough demo of a potential track for Bangtan’s next album. You plan to tidy it up and edit it some more in the morning, but for now you wait for your supposed date.

Knock! When you open your door, you’re greeted by a cute little food cart decorated as a pumpkin. Pushing the cart into your studio is, of course, your enemy.

“Oh look, it’s a pumpkin carriage I made just for you,” Jimin says, shamelessly fishing for a compliment.

“Who are you? My fairy godmother?”

“Just say it’s cute!”

“It’s cute.”

The first thing pulled out from the cart is a cup of coffee with your name on it.

“Did you know Cinderella Lattes are a thing?” he asks, pulling out another coffee for himself. “It’s supposed to be half pumpkin spice, half white mocha.”

You take a sip. Not to be basic, but you do love your pumpkin spice lattes and white mochas. So, like a glass slipper, the Cinderella Latte is a perfect fit for you, especially given the theme of this fine autumn night.

Next comes the guacamole in a huge ass bowl. It looks awfully fresh and green for something that would’ve needed to be picked up from a restaurant hours ago before closing time.

“Is it homemade?” You dip an accompanying chip into the guac. It’s delicious and definitely homemade. Chipotle is shaking. “Not bad, Jimothy.”

He nods, “I had to go all out for your party.”

“What exactly are we celebrating at 3AM anyway?” You know it’s more of a date, but you wonder if there’s a special occasion. A boy doesn’t just go out of his way to make five pounds of guacamole for fun.

“You really don't know, Y/N?” Jimin chuckles. “It’s for your one-month anniversary since you started working at BigHit.”

You were aware of the one-month thing. But what you didn’t know was that it was worth celebrating, or that Jimin was keeping track.

“Do you throw parties like this for everyone?” You’re genuinely curious because Jimin does seem like the type to shower others with love.

He shakes his head, “Just for you.” You don’t even know how to react. No one’s ever done something so sweet just for you. “And besides, you’ve been really stressed and tired out lately from work. I thought this could be kind of like a pick-me-up to keep you going.”

“I’ve been stressed and falling behind in work because you’re always distracting me!” you laugh, fake-scolding him. “You make it hard for me to stay focused.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m so handsome and charming that I’ve consumed your mind.”

“I never said that you were handsome or charming.”

“But you were thinking it.”

“Whatever, Jimothy.”

“Why do you always call me Jimothy?”

“Because you’re annoying.” That’s a lie. You do it to tease him. It's your subtle way of expressing affection towards the boy. Because unlike him, you have a harder time letting go and showing that side of yourself.

“I literally made you guacamole and this is how you repay me. Ungrateful.” He makes a cute little hmph sound. “I guess you don’t want to go into the haunted house I set up for you.”

Your ears perk up. You completely forgot about the haunted house. “Wait, I wanna see the haunted house.”

“Fine then, come.” The boy holds out his hand, and you take it.

You suppose Jimin’s never been in an actual haunted house before. Otherwise his idea of a scary haunted house wouldn’t just be a hallway with the lights turned out.

“I know you put a lot of effort into this haunted house by turning off the lights and all, but this ain’t it,” you say, still holding onto the boy’s hand. It’s warm.

“Well you’re a hard one to please, aren’t you?” He pulls you a little closer.

“No, actually I’m not.” You shake your head even though it’s too dark to see. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m quite pleased whenever you come visit me, with or without the guac. I really do appreciate the gesture, you know. Not just tonight. Always.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” You don’t need night-vision goggles to know he’s smirking and proud of what he’s accomplished tonight—getting you to laugh and admit you enjoy his company. He might even have one more thing on his bucket list—a kiss—but he’ll have to wait a little longer for that and so much more.

For now, calling him Jimothy will have to suffice.

“Thank you, Jimothy.”

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #bts imagines #btsboulangerie #jimin fanfic #bts fluff #jimin #bts #bangtan #glass slipper

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vindicatedvirgil · 4 years

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amanda’s sanders sides binge reactions, episodes ten-sixteen

losing my motivation — making some changes

home maintenance is not a joke

infinitesimal

i don’t know, LOGIC

the game is on

all business

no you can’t play with us

i’ve been waiting for this day to wear it

he found a dollar

touching up some eyeshadow

what are these grounds

are they coffee grounds

/dadjoke

bleak

you’re not welcome

elementary my dear daddy

what

HE’S NOT ALWAYS THE BAD GUY

how do the sides borrow money from each other i’m confused

sir sing-a-lot

i am a knight thank you very much

oh no how could you do it i trusted you

what’s going on? something good

feelings. the bane of my existence

weird mushy vision you mean my entire catalog of fanfic writing

well who should have done that *cue intense music*

am i in a paradoxical loop

calm down time

that was dark even for me

yes go to the library

logan’s name reveal

Q+A time

laughy cry-y emoji

pouty mcspecs

i really need to up my roman giving nicknames game

his anxiety is heightened VIRGIL IS TALLEST SIDE CONFIRMED

so does roman have a fairy godmother

bippity boppity boo yah

i’m not okay

i promise

but also i am the walrus

wait that needs to be on my patton playlist brb

virgil likes tumblr hence he likes us

i need four cookies

and i will sit on a surface that is not meant to be sat on

patton doesn’t always screw stuff up

i also like podcasts

CAMPFIRE SONG SONG

virgil’s compliments are great what are you talking about

who is texting logan (my guess is orange)

who is texting roman (my guess is remus)

winnie the pooh~

logan tries singing to all star

and virgil just goes “yeahhhh”

i know big words

DO YOU KNOW HOW CUTE YOU ARE

relevant with yesterday’s skirt photo

fanart!

fanfic!

what is a ship?

virgil definitely knows because he’s on tumblr

thomas has a rat in his hair confirmed (it’s remus)

virgil is the first in this one too

sometimes i just gotta be me-an

hide under the covers until the sun goes away

chemically imbalanced romance

we’re donezo

never fear your creativity is here

thomas’ happiness is roman’s mission

cries

you shackle your creativity

wait

remus says something very similar

hmmmmmmmmm

brainstorming extravaganza

patton why were you not wearing your pants

KNIVES

is this why princey spit yogurt at me yesterday

i’m always serious. clearly. i wear a necktie.

roman wears the pants-

they are a family btw

lol time limits

do those exist in current episodes

FIGHTING

...verbally

OMG OMG IT’S TIME

aggressive bouts of beat poetry

nb royalty aka me

*nods like virgil*

WOO!

capita? like the cogitating cap?

patton would love untitled goat game

you tried you failed let’s go to sleep

booyakasha

logan you can’t just call virgil a defeatist

virgil’s face

and he just sinks out without saying anything

am so soft for the boy

roman name reveal!

hey roman

yes?

you’re my hero

SOBBING ENABLED

MY LIFE IS A LIEE

time for my favorite debate, much better than any political debates

analogical time

this could have been a logan centric video if virgil didn’t pop up

wow

we get it, you don’t want me here, but i’m here

i want you here

virgil please be in the video tomorrow

i too call upon very specific facts to feel secure

how bruised is roman

cardigan-clad clod aka me

same, cream based broths upset my tummy unless i take lactaid

wait logan can’t be objective?

haagen daaz dispersion

bad imaginary

vocab word!

a debate *snap*

i wanna be the supreme dark overlord of negative commerce

RIGGED

please help me *screams in agony*

me me big boy

too much pressure, nooo

do they groan in disgust about the butterflies in his tummy because they feel that way about each other or-

this is better than any political debate

TBD = totally believable dude

when did they vote on logan’s proficiency plan i wanna see this

of course it’s not a straight answer no one in this video is straight-

the first FALSEHOOD

did he just hiss at me

i’m right, you’re wrong, shut up

that’s a try guys reference

savage

this is stupid he’s stupid i’m out

LOGAN DOESN’T MIND VIRGIL’S COMPANY

your mom misses you

visual puns are great

amazing!

uhhhh

uhhh

mmmmmmm

no virgil you’re not alone

same patton, i’m always confused

surly temple is one of my favorite nicknames

NEIGH

MOO

BAAA

word association games return

don’t you dare turn breakfast food into a negative metaphor

was this really a necessary visual

screaming

voltron shirt *hits joan*

me watching sanders sides late into the night

great odin’s eyepatch!

well then it’s just 5am and you need to go to bed

keep it up so we get to see virgil more thanks

i’ve dreamed of this moment

NECKTIE

anatomically, thomas is fine

what is the gosh-darn-ding-dang point

adulto

so mean to patton

darude sanderstorm

i want to bounce in a bouncy castle

i want to join a book club with joan and thomas

verisimilitudinous

*gasp* not the necktie

you are the man. you look like the man. i fight the man. i want to fight you now.

janus also fights the man so-

you stole my look

is no one going to acknowledge that he just dabbed

logan asks for patton’s help when they can’t figure out what’s wrong

danny devito reference

mind palace!

star thingies

poor virgil and his eyes

adequate

EEYORE REFERENCE THANKS FOR NOTICING ME

for reference eeyore has always been my favorite disney character

and virgil is my fave

see any connections there

patton-cake

patton name reveal!

growing older is scary but being a kid was also scary because i didn’t know what was going on with my identity

patton understands virgil so well. cries. maybe the asides will fix their relationship

ECHO

listen buddy don’t blame us just because your mind is so empty

that was definitely roman

i didn’t know you made jokes like that

changing...evolving...mutating

why don’t we talk more?

uh oh, feelings

more sentimental than on avalanche

it is flippin sweet man

with you i’m always home-

additional affirmation

whaddup anxiety

if virgil is upset when thomas isn’t near his friends then isolation really has to be messing with him

joan!logan is amazing

terrence!patton though

he/him pronouns all around~

another danny devito reference

okay but talyn!virgil is the best

hissing

breaking the fourth wall?

single column?

aw patton loves thomas

hehe butt

“we are not actually your friends”

...what

VIKINGMETAL

BIBLIOTECA

i love libraries

I AM FRAIL AND BREAKABLE

a man of many talyn’s

also i didn’t make as many comments on this one because it’s 11pm and i’m starting to get a bit sleepy

#amanda binges sanders sides because they are too hype for the asides video #this is very long just a warning

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fank0ne · 4 years

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Let's get it started.

- CHICAGO MED:

Sexcel. Marcel is a prick but I still kinda love him..? I don't know, it's not my fault, leave me alone. For real though, I really like him as a doctor, he seems like he really knows what he's doing, and as a human being... nobody's perfect, right? LOL I don't even think he should be considered the cause of Chexton drama to be honest: maybe trying to get in April's pants wasn't the right move, but he's not the one in a relationship. There's only one person to blame.

Chexton. Ethan really did put a ring on it, uh?! And she said yes, too. Wow, I admire the audacity! Do I think the marriage is gonna occur? The fuck not, he is somehow gonna find out about the Sexcel kiss and call the engagement off. Happy endings? We don't know 'em.

April. Wow, she's really decided to not tell Ethan about the kiss with Crockett! Gross. As I said before, I hate liars... I could've understand if the kiss was like - little crossover - Renée and Kelly's at the end of season 5 (was it season 5? I'm dumb lol), but it seems like it was a big deal for April. She herself said, correct me if I'm wrong, that things could've quickly gotten out of control. Like, excuse me?!

Will and Nat. So are they still gonna let them fight and annoy the hell out of me? Is this a fucking curse or something? Oh my god. This time I'm not on anybody's side, the fight was dumb (not the topic itself, but the way the whole thing was managed) and could've easily been avoided: Will needed to do a more thorough check on that junkie mama and Natalie should've told him she was gonna contact CPS whether he liked it or not. You see how simple it is? Fuck, I hate them so much. (Nick/Will looked really good with that shirt in his last scene - his shoulders are very sexy).

Elsa. She's a baby, I wanna protect her. And she smiled, she so cute. And she's gay af - quick reminder, in case you think that shipping her with Will can even remotely be a good idea (jk, y'all know me, you do you).

Daniel. The scene of him singing for his CeCe at Molly's was truly heartbreaking to see. By the way, Oliver has a nice voice, our cast is multitalented! Dr. Charles has a history with depression, though, so I hope he's gonna take care of himself, a thing he seems determined to do, maybe with the help of Sharon - and Elsa too, they're starting to bond.

Maggie and Ben. They're cute, yeah, Ben is in remission and I'm happy for him. But I honestly don't really care about them as a couple to be honest... There's nothing wrong with them, I'm just not interested. Stop.

Quick question: can they change Dr. Marcel's name, please? I mean, when she confessed the whole thing to Maggie, April's voice was trembling, her eyes were watery, but I couldn't help but laugh at her: "I kissed Crockett" LMFAO, you kissed who?! Like, c'mon, what kind of garbage name is that? Gross. *almost throws up*

- CHICAGO FIRE:

Seager. She was ridiculously embarrassing. At first I thought she was gonna accept the fact that Severide is already taken (even though he didn't tell her explicitly from the beginning, so it's partly his fault too, kinda), but when she asked him out after seeing him and Stella clearly acting as a couple, I lost my cool. Bye, Felicia. I'm so glad Kelly told her he's not interested and, y'all, did you see how he looked at Stella and could tell the situation was making her uncomfortable? Wow, couple goals. I'm waiting for a proposal by the end of the season.

Pickles? Foster... I like her, I hate her, I don't know. She's too moody. The fight with Brett was honestly very childish and uncalled for and I'm glad Sylvie stood up for herself and put Emily in her place. Plus, she did it in such a well-mannered and polite way... she's a princess, what can I say. Stella speech about girls sticking up for each other... Yes! Just yes.

Blake. I'm not gonna censor myself: he likes pussy..? Yikes. You guys know I was already starting to ship him with Ritter, but the writers had to ruin it for me. It's ok, I guess. For the moment I'm not really interested in his relationship with that girl (maybe I'm still bitter LMFAO), even though she seems really cool.

Ritter. When are we gonna see his boyfriend?! Damn, those writers! Blake joined 51 just the other day and we already know every little thing about him, I ask to see just a bit of LGBTQ+ content and they act like they're dumb..? How about you show it properly instead of just mentioning it and act like your job is done, mh? I'm ready to fight, I don't care.

Whose tool? : Our tool = What team? : Wildcats! — SAME ENERGY.

Iconic lines: "I'm gay, I'm not blind" + "I know it's hard to imagine with your emails and Facebook and Myspace...," – Mouch, Myspace? In 2020? Ok Boomer (I had to, I'm not sorry)

- CHICAGO PD:

Well well. We've been robbed. We're not clowns, we're the whole circus. The episode wasn't bad at all, I liked it, but still, what the fuck was that?! We've been waiting for more than a month to see some really angsty, whumpy stuff, the episode was supposed to be Jay centered and what did we get? A lame murder case that somehow became interesting only when Kevin and his brother got involved.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my baby Kev gets to get more screentime (it was about time!), but why giving him now and not the next episode? What's the logic in this?

The beginning wasn't even bad, the premises were good. It was all very serious and solemn and all that good stuff we like and then, boom!, they said fuck that, fuck Jay Halstead, fuck you clowns who thought we were gonna treat him with the respect he deserves. Man was literally about to die and then suddenly he's fine, he talks (Jesse was making the voice he uses to imitate Jason, I heard that!), he even jokes around... Like, make it make sense. I'm frustrated. I wanna say a whole lotta other things, but yeah, I hope you get my point.

The Upstead content was kind of a payoff but yeah, still better than nothing. And about that... that fucking phone, really? Hailey was about to confess her feelings, or at least say something really serious to Jay, but of course they were interrupted. As I said, we're clowns. And Jay was ready: my man was so ready to get out of the friendozone, I saw that smirk that slowly faded into a disappointed look. We'll get there, Jay, I probably want it more than you do LOL

Vanessa's gonna be the godmother of Upstesd children. She ships them so much, cutie. "It's hard because you love him" - "Of course I love him, he's my partner" Hailey, sis, stfu and stop lying.

Burzek. They're having a baby, I'm so happy, I'm gonna cry. The little Alvin Ruzek (Kev is gonna be their godfather, I don't make the rules) is gonna be the Intelligence unit mascotte. I'm so ready. Yo, we're having this baby, right? No funny business here, they already broke our hearts with Dawsey twice. Also, did you notice how Adam screamed Kim's name when he thought the million bullets might've hit her and the baby. OMG gheyret having a baby. Whew, I'm not crying, you are!

I admit I wasn't following the storyline at all, like I literally can't tell what was going on before Jordan, Kev's brother, got involved. I wanna see where they're going with this plot: it can potentially be a cool one, I'd actually like too see some drama around Kevin's character - and maybe him being supported by Vanessa, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I don't know, they either develop it properly or they better end it with 7.11

Y'all, the dude Darius was supposed to set up, the one who got killed by Jordan's girlfriend, is identical to Chris Brown, minus the ears. It's scary.

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camelliacats · 4 years

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you're nobody until somebody loves you (131-140/∞)

100-word drabbles for a range of ships. *Requests always welcome! Repeats allowed~*

Chapters 131-140: [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning

Pairings/Characters: Molly Weasley/Sirius Black, Petunia Dursley/Bellatrix Lestrange, Dudley Dursley/Luna Lovegood, Petunia Evans/Minerva McGonagall, Scabior/Draco Malfoy, Rita Skeeter/Bellatrix, Dominique Weasley/Dean Thomas, Pansy Parkinson/Dolores Umbridge, Lucius Malfoy/Daphne Greengrass, & Sirius Black/Ginny Weasley

Rating: K

Words: 1,000 collectively

Additional info: romance, slash, femslash, cross gen, angst, fluff, Marauder era, Harry's era, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Song by Sammy Davis, Jr., 100-word drabbles by mew. So is unrequited love always unrequited? | Various pairings, eras, etc. Includes het, slash, femslash, cross-gen, next-gen, but nothing too bad. Read it all or only what you like!

131: MollySirius

By the time she got to know him, they each had their own family.

Hers, all redheaded children.

His, the Marauders.

The Order brought them together.

Molly hadn't looked at anyone except Arthur until now, but it was hard to drag her eyes away from Sirius. She wasn't alone. Marlene, Dorcas, Remus…a playboy played by snatching one's attention, after all.

But then Sirius "wasted" one whole meeting at the Burrow, keeping Molly company in the kitchen, playing with her twins.

All the wasted meetings after made her wonder if Sirius sought to be something more than his current reputation….

132: PetuniaBellatrix

"Where are they, Petunia, dear?"

Petunia froze—figuratively as well as literally in the cold damp of a back alley far from home and Vernon and real life. Petunia froze, not from the fear of being discovered cheating, not from the fear of being caught with a woman, even one as gorgeous as this one, this one with the funny name who she called "Trix" even though she swore not to get attached this time.

She froze because she recalled Lily's freak friend, Black, telling her his lot was crazy.

Now that she saw the family resemblance, she believed him.

133: DudleyLuna

Harry's first two children made sense to him, even if Dudley found the names to be strange. But "Lily Luna" wasn't bad. It sounded…normal.

"What gives?" he asked Harry and Ginny while they rested at home with their new little girl. "It's a nice name, isn't it? Though I dunno where you got 'Luna' from—"

"That would be from me," a blond woman informed him, led into the living room by tiny James and Al. "I'm her godmother, you see," Luna added, her eyes unblinking and her voice spectral, causing him to shiver.

…godmother was practically aunt, right?

134: PetuniaMinerva

It was Lily's graduation, and Petunia slipped away to escape the freak show. She hid behind the castle and cooled off by lighting up.

Minutes later, a raven-haired woman turned the corner. She loosened up when she noted Petunia's oral fixation. Her glasses slid down her nose as she approached, asking, "You have a light?" Her smile was both severe and amused. Hadn't Petunia seen her onstage with the headmaster?

Petunia nodded dumbly, lifting her lighter to the long-stem cigarette the witch produced.

"You shouldn't smoke," she said as thanks. But she lingered, too close, until Petunia's light went out.

135: ScabiorDraco

The little prince and the thief, that's how Scabior thinks of them.

He fears going to Malfoy Manor—not for its awe-inducing décor but because Bellatrix has moved in (of course, the Dark Lord's scary, too). But reporting in gets better, is a little easier when Scabior can catch sight of the young wizard playing at being a Big Mean Baddie like his aunt. Being a Snatcher pays nothing, so Scabior savors the view when Draco's playing hooky from school.

And, when he steals Draco's attention at last, he feels as if he's made off with all of Gringotts' haul.

136: RitaBellatrix

She's got a penchant for sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong. Everyone at school knows this, so they steer clear of gossiping Rita Skeeter. It's almost as if she's intimidating, this little badger with a quill sharper than any knife.

Then she happens upon quite the sight one day, Bellatrix Black doing more than whispering sweet nothings into some witch's ear up on the third floor. Bellatrix catches her eye and smirks, a dare and an invite all in one.

And, for the first time in her life, Rita finds something she doesn't want to spread like Fiendfyre.

137: DominiqueDean

Being surrounded by magic wasn't the life she thought it'd be. The second of three children to war heroes, Dominique sought to make her mark by working at Beauxbatons.

But France was too much. Beauxbatons was too much. Magic was too much—especially when she wasn't going to be stellar like her sister (apprentice to Malkin) or brother (Cannons Seeker).

England was quaint. Muggle London was cozy. And falling in love with a street artist was just right.

Even though it turned out Dean came from her world, Dominique still had magic left to discover in ordinary love and life.

138: PansyDolores

Some days, Pansy scowled at the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad, enough to catch Umbridge's notice.

"You're not a tagalong," the professor assured.

Pansy stuck her nose up. "I know that. They didn't leave me behind," she huffed.

Umbridge raised her eyebrows. "They don't know any better. Witches like us—others can't handle us." She said it proudly, sweetly with that smile of hers. "Someday, witches like us will rule the world." It sounded like fact.

But Pansy found herself hung up on "witches like us"—and wondered if Umbridge right recall that when she applied for a future internship…

139: LuciusDaphne

Abraxas Malfoy had raised his son to take command of the Malfoy name. It earned Lucius the fear of his schoolmates and the respect of Narcissa Black's family—long enough to marry her and have a son, throughout the ups and downs of stupid board decisions, Ministry takeovers, and the fallout of being a Death Eater. Though that respect evaporated after time served for war crimes and they divorced, Lucius knew he was still a force to be reckoned with.

"You're not scary, you're grumpy—there's a difference, luv," Daphne chided him these days with a peck atop his head.

140: SiriusGinny

"It's called a surprise," Sirius told her when she walked into the kitchen and stood stock still, half covered in confetti. "Um, Ginny?"

She gaped at him. Her Harpies equipment bag—never meant to see the light of day again once she crammed it into some forgettable corner—slid from her shoulder. "You threw me a retirement party?"

"Well, yes…? The kids have something bigger planned for the weekend, so they're setting up at Harry's place instead. Should I not have…?" Uh-oh. Maybe he'd jumped the spell.

"Thank you," she whispered into his shoulder after she dove into his arms.

Remarks for—

Ch131: Requested by Disney on AO3. A pairing I hadn't considered before, but I do love the idea of family-oriented!Sirius, so this could totally fit?? AHHH, just. Cute.

Ch132: Requested by bella on AO3. I rly had to think about this premise, but landing on the idea of Bellatrix sniffing out Lily's family in order to learn the Potters' whereabouts for her Dark Lord was like striking gold. XD Poor Tuney, tho.

Ch133: Honestly, trying out a ship I've seen around but hadn't felt inspired to write until I read the oneshot "Silver Mysteries" by @leta-lestrange. GAH! Such a cute story. Anywho, idea here is p much Dudley swooning, *lol*—aunts and uncles mingling, I s'pose. (or maybe i'm just tired orz)

Ch134: Requested by bella on AO3, with the specification for "BadassSmoker!Minerva." Hmm… Well, specific requests are tough, so I'm left mulling this one over… Altho, rewriting this three times, it has a slight sexy vibe, doesn't it? :O

Ch136: Requested by HereIam101 on FFN; some positing over these two being born in the same year helped inspire the Hogwarts setting for this piece, which I could totally see expanding into a longer oneshot. XD It's my headcanon Rita's a Hufflepuff—it seems so absurd, altho her loyalty to salacious stories might fit. :P

Ch138: Requested by ihaveNoLifeHelp on AO3. Definitely feels like pre-relationship/something of a crush on Pansy's behalf. But I do like the hint Umbridge kept dropping, *lol*.

Ch140: Special! For @marialynch14, as a belated birthday present. I know how much you love my Ginrius stories, Maria, so I hope this helps while you await updates on some of my other works. I rly appreciate your readership! So have some established Ginrius.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

And if you want to support ynusly, please swing by its FFN and AO3 versions and consider liking and reblogging these posts on my HariPo fic tumblr!

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