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imaginaryf1shots · 2 months

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My Girls (IX)

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Driver!OC x Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: google translated french, dutch, cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

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DADDY

2022

In French

It's well established that Nathalie LOVES Max, after her mother she loves him the most. Now the girl was old enough to realise that Max came into her life after she was born and that he isn't her dad. As she's been told to call him Max(indirectly), by everyone, even Max. But three years in his relationship with Cecilia and with two years of living together Max became a very important part of her life. Nathalie doesn’t remember life before Max, she got so used to him that when he and Cecilia are away she misses him as much as he misses her mum.

"Maman." The young girl of 6 whispers as her mum sat on her bed reading her a story. Cecilia looked up hearing the timid tone in her daughter’s voice, Nattie showed her usual telltale of being nervous, she was playing/fidgeting with a plushy that Max won for her in an amusement park and she was avoiding eye contact.

"What is it, mon ange?" Cecilia asked and gently brushed Natties hair out of her face.

"Max-Max isn't my dad right?" A few things came into Cecilia’s mind, first Nathalie is speaking in French, which Max knows a bit but it isn't his strongest language, and she certainly wasn't expecting this, she stopped from answering right away thinking it over, she was trying to think where this came from. It's never been a secret that he isn't, biologically at least and she thought that Nattie understood that.

"No he isn't my love, why are you asking?" Cecilia's mind ran a 1000 times an hour thinking everything over. "Did someone say anything?"

"Not really." Nattie shook her head before she pouted and stopped playing/fidgeting with her plushie, her blue eyes meeting her mother's. "Don't dad's drop their kids off at school?"

"Sometimes, they do." Cecilia had no idea where this was going.

"They play with their kids."

"Yes."

"They buy them things."

"Yeah."

"They go swimming?"

"Uh-huh."

"They teach them how to cart and how to do things?"

"Yeah."

"And they cook them breakfast and help them brush their teeth and pick their clothes."

"They do my love, why are you asking all this?"

"Well Max does all this, doesn't that mean he's my dad?" Cecilia's heart broke for her little girl, she grew up in a loving family with both her parents together. She can't imagine what Nattie is feeling, some part of her feels guilty. Should she have talked to her and explained everything that has to do with her bio dad? Nevertheless she's forever glad for Max for filling that part in Natties life. He does treat her like a dad would, he’s so selfless taking her in like his own despite being in his early twenties at the time and just giving her pure unconditional love, his family taking her in as their own.

“Do you want him to be your dad?” Cecilia softly asks and she leans down so she’s able to meet Nathalie’s eyes, Nattie shyly nods, Cecilia smiles reassuringly. Her and Max haven't talked about the possibility of him being Natties dad but he had the question on the tip of his tongue a few times, she could tell each time but didn't want to pressure him into asking, she thought he'd eventually ask her but it looks like her impatient daughter beat him to it first. “Do you want to ask him?”

“Yes.” Nattie whispers, she looks nervous but Cecilia knows that that’s what Nattie has been after all along, she wants her mother to confirm that it’s okay to ask Max to be her dad, that her feelings are correct, she hasn’t been reading into it too much.

“Do you want to ask him now?” Max was in their shared bedroom getting ready for bed last she left him, with one last nod from Nattie, both of them left Nathalie’s bedroom and crossed the hallway to the master bedroom the drivers shared. walking in Max was already in bed, he had his back to the headboard looking at something on his phone with the lights dimmed. Nathalie races to the bed and gets on before she crawls up the bed to where Max is.

“Hey there, schatje, I thought you were going to sleep.” Max asks and opens his arms for the girl who instantly snuggles into his side, after she gets under the covers. “Do you want to stay with Mummy today?”

“No.” Nathalie says with a small smile.

“No?” Max is amused yet a tad bit confused, Nathalie rarely sleeps with Cecilia now, when she was younger she would sleep with them every once and a while but since they moved in together it became less and less now.

“I want to sleep with daddy.” Cheeky, Cecilia thought, Nathalie looked like she would be too scared to ask before they came in the room but look at her now. Max looked at Cecilia with wide eyes, she was standing just in the room, she was grinning at her boyfriend, who looked surprised. Max then turned to look at Nathalie who was nervous.

“What did you call me?” Max had to be sure, he could be too tired, he could have misheard, this could be a mistake, a slip of the tongue.

“Daddy.” She whispered again, Max pulled her on his lap and just hugged her, her face his in his neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder.

“You want me to be your dad?” Max asked, his voice wavering, it’s rare to see Max this emotional, but his voice is heavy as he asked Nattie.

“Yeah, can you be my dad… please?” Nattie asked both Max and Cecilia could tell that the girl is tearing up, Cecilia’s own eyes filled with tears as did Max’s.

“Yeah, definitely, if you want me to.” Max pulled back enough to see her face and it was already wet, her blue eyes looking up at him with so much love and innocence, this is a young girl who always wanted a dad and he’s beyond willing to fill that role for her.

“I do.” Nattie dragged the ‘o’ out as she cried, a sob leaving her mouth making Max pull her back in for a hug, Cecilia moved to the bed sitting beside them her hand fell onto Max’s thigh in comfort.

“I love you so much, schatje, it’ll make me the happiest man to be your dad.”

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agendabymooner · 7 months

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paint him red ! max v. x ofc (ferrari!ofc)

summary: alfrieda "dina" ferrari is a granddaughter of the late enzo ferrari, and everybody wanted her. OR how everyone found out that max verstappen is dating an important figure from ferrari- no they're not talking about charles leclerc.

content warning: max and ofc are saucy and i love it, use of explicit language, briefly mentions daniil kvyat x ofc, fashion designer!ofc, utter nonsense mostly, ferrari soc media admin being themselves, shitty italian and dutch translation, italian gp, lestappen

note: it's been in my mind hehe enjoy xx

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[translation: i'm very proud of the tifosi this weekend. charles and carlos, as always, they do their best to get the best result from the competition and they have never failed to keep ferrari's morale high, especially during the italian grand prix. thanks to the team and to the fans who welcomed me with open arms after attending my first race in ten years! let's keep working hard! forza ferrari!]

tagged scuderiaferrari, carlossainzjr, charles_leclerc

liked by olliebearman, arthur_leclerc, maxverstappen1

scuderiaferrari bentornata, dina! ❤️ welcome back, dina! liked by alfriedina

carlossainzjr grazie per l'amore 😍 thank you for the love! liked by alfriedina

charles_leclerc very glad to race with you there, frieda!!! 😝🥰 liked by alfriedina

user1 nvm maybe we can still forza this ferrari 🥰🤕

user2 the whole grid stay simping for her 🙄

user3 if a literal ferrari pulls up in the grid with all the class and all the beauty, i wouldn't blame the pilots for drooling 🥲

user4 she and kvyat woulda ate tho 🤧 can you just imagine him pulling up to the grid in ferrari clothes and a ferrari gf??

user5 maxie whatcha doin in dina's ig post 😲🤨

user6 at least she's not a mercedes 🤭 how awkward that'd be

tagged maxverstappen1

liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, lewishamilton

charles_leclerc LMFAOOOO SIMP

user1 CHARLES THATS YOUR BOYFRIEND BYE-

landonorris it's what he deserves 😌

user2 ain't no way charles is clowning max for being left with red lipstick marks when we all know bro wears charles' red button up every night in bed 😩

user3 this isn't canon; it's a fact

scuderiaferrari this doesn't look good for us admins but EAT IT UP DINA EAT IT UP ❤️‍🔥😍

redbullracing this isn't who we are scuderiaferrari

scuderiaferrari bro are we about to kiss 😳

user4 ADMIN PLS NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

scuderiaferrari my bad 🤗

carlossainzjr scuderiaferrari wtf 😕

scuderiaferrari sorry carlitos 😖 we're just admiring here

user5 so real for that admin 🤩

maxverstappen1 schilder me zoals je wilt, mijn liefste 🥰 paint me however you'd like, my love liked by alfriedina

alfriedina finché vuoi, tesoro mio 😘 as long as you want my darling

redbullracing maxverstappen1 is this who we are? is this who we represent? 😰😨

user6 scuderiaferrari is the scarlet team and redbullracing is the scarred team 🤣

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strrwbrrryjam · 6 months

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i always wondered what it was that endeared the younger of the gang members to arthur.

i mean, arthur is an intimidating man, he's large, he's tall, he's covered in scars and most importantly, he's not just loyal to the gang, but protective also (and picky about who they work with, if you consider arthurs first meeting with seamus) so of course he's going to do his best to intimidate any new members to join.

but he has a very good relationship with each one of the younger gang members.

with john its obvious, i mean, its one of the most talked about relationships in the rdr2 fandom, as despite not being biologically related to one another, with the way they act together, whether it be picking fights, picking on, with the way they argue, or how even though they spend so much time at each others throats, there is still genuine care shared between the two of them

with lenny they're able to have a drink together and drink to excess, he's comfortable making a fool of himself, he invites himself on jobs with lenny, whether to get a piece of the cut, wanting to spend time with him, or making sure that lenny is okay. lenny is comfortable coming to arthur about his troubles (his talk with arthur about what happened in strawberry comes to mind), in a way he isn't exactly comfortable coming to dutch, lest he is accused of doubting him, arthur also tells him outright that its fun spending time with lenny, that he enjoys it

with sean, he isn't afraid of "making fun" of arthur, or joking around with him, he's comfortable enough to do so, whether because he knows arthur wont attack a gang member in the presence of the rest of the old guard (dutch and hosea and susan), or he knows that it just isn't in arthurs nature to come after you for making a joke out of him, and he apologizes when he knows he's gone too far (seans party, when he said strauss was having more fun at the party than arthur was, and once arthur replies, he apologizes soon after) he wants to spend time with arthur, coming on jobs uninvited and when he does come on jobs, he's generally happy about it, having fun. he's tells arthur he loves him, in a joking way or otherwise

with javier its very much the same, in fact, all of the younger gang members arent afraid to quip about arthur, he's excited to invite arthur along on jobs (whether it be actual jobs or otherwise, like fishing), he offers to go out of his way to make things for arthur (if of course arthur gets the resources he needs to make things for arthur), he's comfortable enough to share his frustrations with arthur, whether small, such as his relatable irritation with the english language, or the direction of with the gang is going

with the girls, its been established in the fandom that he's one of them, that arthur morgan is one of the girls, and its true, he is! arthur isn't afraid of being vulnerable with them, often giving him good advice and reassuring him that his actions are not him, that he can, and has done better, and that he is a good man, they invite him in on conversations that most men back then wouldn't be the most comfortable with (such as their discussion of the future of women's rights) and they, like the men, are comfortable making quips about arthur (he's also seen to be very gentleman like, I'm recalling the gifset of arthur being a gentleman and most of the gifs involving arthur and the girls (and albert))

with mary beth, they both share a love of writing, whether fictional, in the case of mary beth, or nonfiction, in the case of arthur (though if someone were to actually read some of the parts of arthurs journal, you'd think he'd be writing fiction, with the case of the vampire for example) and both share their relatable frustrations of writing, their insecurities about the topic and what they write, arthur is protective of her and whose she's around, gang member or not (arthur inviting himself on a job with sean because he doesn't think sean will be able to make sure mary beth is safe), he doesn't mind dancing with marybeth, and has fun doing so

with tilly, he's known her most of her life, she came in young after a very traumatic experience in her life, and her, like john, have grown up viewing arthur as some sort of older sibling, she likes to share her frustrations about some of the older gang members, like susan, and is comfortable joking around with him, where arthur returns those jokes back to her, they share a love of playing games together, and likes to go on jobs with him and she knows that no matter what, arthur will be there to protect her and not out of duty or anything like that, but because he generally cares about her

(and we cant forget to mention that out of all the gang members, she was the one who had her own goodbye for arthur, one where she got so emotional she couldn't get the words out, yet, arthur knew, arthur always knew)

with karen, out of all the girls she is the most likely to call the men, especially arthur out on their bullshit, shes confident enough to argue back against arthur, she likes to sing and spends time with him, and by the fact that she knows arthur is an incredibly messy drunk, i don't think its too far to say that she and arthur have shared some misadventures like lenny and arthur did, and despite all the snark she can give arthur, she out of all of them knows that he can do better, that in his heart he is a good man, a kind man

and with abigail, he has proven time and time again that he only wants the best for her and young jack, to the point where he's even had the thought of marrying her himself, just to make sure she gets by, she isn't afraid to tell him her thoughts on things that are taboo, such as mary or dutch, and she knows that despite his reluctance in the beginning, that she can rely on him, she, like the rest of them, can also have a laugh at arthurs expense in jest, she, like tilly, also enjoys to play games with him and knows that jack cannot be safer with anyone else than he is with arthur

i mean, even with molly, a person arthur doesn't spend so much time with, he is always polite to her, holds sympathy for her and even she knows that if she wishes to discuss something that cant be said in public, she knows that out of all the members in the gang, arthur is probably the safest option to go to

out of all the members in the gang, arthurs least problematic relationships are usually with those who are younger, either because they know that they can rely on him, and they know that they are safe with him, and it doesn't usually come with a whole heap of complications than it does with some of the older gang members, specifically dutch

#i was debating putting sadie in but decided against it because. well. she hasn't been in the gang for long and shes at least. mid 30s?#though she too shares an incredibly special relationship with arthur #a close enough one where she can call him “one of the best men she knows” and she feels to much for him once arthurs passed #that she goes to avenge his death. they love each other like arthur loves the rest of his younger gang members.#and i think thats really. really special.#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur morgan #rdr2 john marston #john marston #rdr2 lenny summers #lenny summers #rdr2 sean macguire #sean macguire #rdr2 javier escuella #javier escuella #rdr2 tilly jackson #tilly jackson #rdr2 abigail roberts #abigail roberts #rdr2 mary betth #mary beth #rdr2 karen jones #karen jones #rdr2 molly o'shea #molly o'shea #rdr2 van der linde gang #van der linde gang #strawberry speaks

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bcacstuff · 3 months

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So, yes today to my disgust actually someone thought she needed to put a name out here on Tumblr (again). Now she has some history all summer, and it all went nowhere... We all know she's just there for the 'scoop' even if there isn't any.

Anyway, yes I've been receiving messages already since last Tuesday about the woman she puts out now. Just for proof

For the ones not familiar with the Dutch language 'dinsdag = Tuesday). And I sighed when I saw that message, and it wasn't the only one, as people already seem to be on that track... as well. Because yes, someone I talk to a lot alerted me already before, and had all her stories and... the post on X from Andy Murdoch only added to the suspicion of course. As you can tell, and perhaps all of you were also very curious what place he would show in his live IG on Tuesday. Not at home, so much was clear.

So who is she and what is the connection to Sam? Sam started following her since February last year, when he did his Hyrox challenge with Nic. She's a gym rat, fitness infuencer as well and has done a number of Hyrox challenges and he often follows brands she promotes. She also often likes his post.

Now you could say, and that's what we were talking behind the scenes as well, she has a son and she lives in Glasgow. Two red flags...

Anyway, let's go to now and here... what do we know, what is sure, what is a fact and what is speculation or gives us food for thoughts...

From the live IG we learned Sam is not at home, but somewhere with more sun, warmer so you want. He didn't hide it in his live IG saying he might be a little sunburned and in speaking with Valbo it was clear he's at a warmer place than northern Europe, where in all countries (as well as in mine) it is freezing and have a lot of snow.

Even on the reflection of his watch you can see the blue sky.

Now you can have doubts about the post on X from Andy Murdoch, and I have no doubts certain parts of this fandom will. But I personally give this man the benefit f the doubt and believe his post where he states he saw Sam on a flight toGran Canaria on Sunday.

Curiously at the same time he seems to be there we see Sarah Holden posting from there as well. All training videos and easily to determine it's Gran Canaria, not only from the environment she posted but the gym she was at as well. And according to the information I was provided, she was still in Glasgow last Saturday.

So red flag or not, and even 2 red flags, it's not a secret some got curious and started watching (or were watching all the time already).

I mean posts like this

didn't leave much doubts, that gym she posted several stories every day from was easily found in Puerto Rico GC. And more.... she posted a lot stories, so it was even easy to search out the airbnb she is staying.

Quite a large villa for one person...

with a nice private swimmingpool

But but but.... you're gonna ask exactly what we were looking for, was that the same place the Live IG was from????

No it wasn't. We've certainly tried to find as many pics as we could find from that place, and it isn't far from the gym. But we can not identify this place as the same place the live IG came from. but there's an option he could have just gone to another place for the live IG 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, then there are some videos. On one you could see maybe his leg! Maybe, it's just a glimpse, on some others you could maybe hear his voice. I've put all 3 videos together as I can only post one video in one post. First video 'his legs?' Second and third video 'his voice?'

His leg, hard to see, as it is right behind the SOS sticker, but you can see it a couple of times.

His voice (?) in the beginning of the dog video very short and in the middle of the last gym video when she puts up the weights, someone shouting 'Let's go' which seems more clearly Sam's voice (imo)

So what conclusions can we draw out of this all. I think Sam is in Gran Canaria, you can doubt it and some will for sure, but I do not have much doubts he is. Sarah is for sure in GC training a lot. From what I have seen they seem to be on some sort of same training schedule. She's posting a lot on IG, he's active on IG as well. So are they together? Well her airbnb doesn't match his Live IG location, still there's an option he found a place that we didn't see or went somewhere else. To me it looks like they're training a lot, and that could be together, or partly together perhaps. It could be as much as just a training buddy, he knows her from Glasgow for over a year. But if there is more? I don't know. There are still red flags to consider as well

I know you will all have your comments, and some will call me out for everything. I'm posting this now as her name is already out there and that's bad enough already, as that will only make them more cautious perhaps. (which will mean we wont see much more most likely). I do think there is a bit more than just 2 people coincidentally being at the same place. But what or what the nature is, and are they staying at the same airbnb or not. I don't know.

For now I can only draw the conclusion that 2 people from Glasgow who know each other and share the same interest are both at the same place and training a lot. I did check Hyrox events and the website to see if Sam or Sarah or both were signed up for a future event (and perhaps together, he could go for a mixed double). But so far haven't found anything on there.

And that's all I have to report on it so far. As usual you can draw your own conclusions from it, in the comments preferably. Nasty messages calling me out for anything but good are a waste of time, I wont post them.

Edit, the airbnb pictures I shared in this post are not the correct ones, I correct it in my next post, so please see them here

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sweetflanfiction · 10 months

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Second Chances - Part 4

Universe: Read Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur x reader

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thougts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about 1899 is from google, so inacuracies will be plenty. The reader is on the older side, and identifies as a female

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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"It ran away again god damn it!" Your father stalked towards the barn, where you were, kneeling between hay stacks and feeding bags, Arthur trailing behind him, looking around the ranch.

That day marked Arthur's first day walking on the ranch. Your father took him around the farm, explaining in more detail what each ranch job entailed.

In the morning the man was quiet, sitting at the kitchen table, eating some oats and listening to you and your father babble. For about a minute or two, you had taken a few moments to study him. You had looked at his face as he ate. His cheeks were a lil gaunt and his eyes were slightly sunken, but his blue eyes were attentive to everything around him. He had a scar on his chin, where his beard didn’t grow and his hair was almost shoulder length.

He looked up suddenly while you inspect him, probably sensing your eyes on him. You jumped a little, but held his gaze, smiled, and kept glancing at his eyes until he looked down.

Now he was walking behind your father, a burrowed hat on his head, his face blank, probably confused by what was happening.

“Again?” You asked, straightening up and stretching your back a bit.

“Yeah.” He exhaled. “That goddamn horse is gonna kill my fucking patience.”

Now, Albert Graham wasn’t a cursing man, but when he did, it rolled off of him like water from a fountain. You found it funny, but that horse was a troublemaker and everyone’s patience with the beast was wearing thin.

“How did he run this time?” You inquired, taking off the gloves you’d been wearing and grabbing your own hat.

“Shit if I know!” You sucked in a chuckle at your father’s tone. “I swear to God, that horse is as agile as he is stubborn.”

“Alright, calm down old man.” You patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the stables. The ‘finding that damn horse’ dance was one you already knew by heart. “I’ll get Dusk. You warn the others.”

“Take Mr. Callahan with you.” He pointed with his head to the tall man and you smirked, nodding.

“Come on, Stranger. Let’s get you a horse.”

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For Arthur, everything about this was like looking at the world through a different set of glasses. Ever since he woke up, half dead and half alive, on a bed that wasn’t his, he felt something snapped in his brain.

He remembered the day he stepped into the St. Dennis doctor's office, like it was yesterday. He remembered how he looked at him with pity and sadness. The news wasn't encouraging, he told him. And after that he started making sure he had crossed his T’s and dotted his I’s. Trying to undo all the damage he did throughout his years as an outlaw. From Mrs Downes to John. It was all he could do at the time and it felt right. When Dutch left him to die on the rocks, he didn’t resent him. He was dead anyway, no need to carry him around any longer.

But, he wasn’t dead. Far from it, it had been roughly a month. Here he was, walking around a big ranch, feeling the hot sun on his skin, hearing the wind pass through the leaves.

When the woman told him he could leave, his first instinct was to push her down and run to the door. But something stopped him. A voice in his head, a gravelly voice, that had talked to him a long while ago.

‘Sometimes, the bravest path is the least obvious...’

And then she gave him a choice. A choice for him to make. It wasn’t an order. It wasn't a mission. It was an option. The older native’s voice returned.

‘...and also the gentlest…’

And he stayed.

Albert Graham seemed like an honest, non-nonsense man, with a side of caring and gentleness behind his eyes that Arthur knew would disappear if something threatened him. Or his daughter. His savior. Much like her father, there was a calmness in her that Arthur hadn’t felt in a while. Conviction on the path she walked on. But there was also defiance, as she showed him when he caught her staring at him at the breakfast table.

He kept quiet as Albert showed him the ranch yesterday and explained what needed to be done today. Listening to what the man said but also observing his surroundings. Two stables, one big barn, a house and some farming plots. Another two farms could be seen in the distance.

He jerked slightly when the older man cursed as they reached the horse stables. It was a big one, with 4 boxes on each side and 6 horses in total, one being the one the woman rode on. A tall Shire horse, black with a white stripe that started on his nose, ran through his mane and ended on his tail. It was a tough looking work horse, but seemingly calm where he stood.

He didn’t have enough time to inspect the other animals as he heard Graham curse and turn on his heels, his tour and lesson completely forgotten. Arthur looked at where the man had been standing, an empty box, the gate broken.

After being asked to follow Miss Graham, he accompanied her back to the stables, silently. He noticed how her dog followed her, looking at him periodically.

She was wearing brown pants, a plaid shirt and suspenders, something far from womanly. However, what caught his attention was her tailored clothes. He remembered how Sadie's pants, jackets and other apparel were always too long for her, since she would borrow them from the men on camp. But the pants fit the woman next to him.

They entered the shadowed stable and she grabbed her saddle, pointing to another one and then to the horse.

“I wish this had a little more of a ceremony, you choosing a horse and all. But animals don’t tend to care about what us human folk want.” She looked at him, placing the saddle on Dusk. “There’s an extra saddle there and you can pick whichever horse you want, aside from those three.”

He looked at where she pointed. One of them was obviously a very pregnant mare and the other two seemed too fussy to be ridden. With the horses he was given it was an easy choice to make. He saddled the gray Arabian and clicked his tongue, the horse doing his bidding.

“Ah. The old reliable Grey. Nice choice!” She said smiling.

Something tickled him every time she smiled. There was gentleness behind it, like she meant it every time.

“Come on Mr. Callahan, we have a horse to find.” She urged her horse forward and they rode out of the stables.

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He looked around at the greenery surrounding them. A sudden pang of recognition crossed his mind. He stopped the horse and looked around. The familiar rock formation was higher up on a hill but he knew where he was. Arthur's mind could almost make out two shadowy shapes up there.

"You know…" he heard her say in a light tone "I do believe I performed a small miracle that day."

He turned his gaze to her and saw her mouth turn up. He raised his eyebrows as she tilted Dusk towards him.

"I got you down from up there." She pointed up, her fingers slowly trailing down the path. "To down here. Without one scratch. Just with a few twigs and a couple of feet of rope."

It felt strange to him how someone who had never seen him, heard him, hell ... met him before spoke to him like they were the oldest of friends. But here she was, sitting looking up at the rocks, nodding as she recounted her adventure.

Her father had been the same, although there were some hints of defensiveness and distrust in his demeanor that the older man couldn't quite hide. But if she was hiding it, she was a pro.

"I didn't ask for it." Arthur said slowly, moving the horse to resume their mission.

"Well, next time put up a sign or something. 'Please leave me to die. Thank you kindly. Arthur Callahan." She laughed, which somehow angered him.

"I just wanted to die peacefully." He said, spitting the words out, as if she was to blame. "I was ready for it."

Arthur immediately regretted the way he spoke, after the words came across rougher than needed. She was quiet for a little while, until he heard a heavy sigh from next to him.

"Listen Mr. Callahan." The jovial tone was gone from her voice. "I am truly and mighty sorry that I took you from your peaceful demise, but in the end I would have been the one to lay my head on the pillow at night and try to sleep with the thought that I had left someone behind. If you really must, you can blame your second chance on my selfishness. In any case, there ain't nobody stopping you from taking that horse and galloping out of here. The saddle bags have food and water for one or two days. You are free to leave and die peacefully anytime."

The girl sounded sincere and free of judgment, which Arthur found surprising and refreshing. She leaned into the horn of her saddle, something Arthur noticed was a habit of hers.

“Go on then…” She mentioned it to him again, egging him on.

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#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 #fanfiction

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otomiyaa · 6 months

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Profile Tag Game 💕

Hello - Lol hi I'm Ginny and this is a fun something I was about to do on my previous blog, and I remembered it! So I decided to still do it here. It's a random self introduction based on genshin impact character profiles! Maybe even a better fit for me to do it on this new account.

Chat: Tickling - I may have said this before, but I am a very bad tickler. In fact, I can barely remember tickling anyone properly so far in my life. I've done some quick pokes and scribbles, but I just can't go much further than that. Everything I wrote in my fics and hcs is just pure creativity and imagination. Not experience.

When It Rains - I get all cozy when I'm indoors and it's raining, like right now! But when I have to go out, it can make me frown and whine a lot.

When It Snows - I hope I don't fall down... I've got quite a number of experiences already, of slipping and falling in the snow.

Good Night - It's almost 1 AM. I should probably go to sleep. Ah, I'm too wide awake at night these days. And too tired during mornings hahaha.

About Me: Language - I speak Dutch, English, and Japanese and in all languages I sometimes struggle with formality levels at work. Especially when Japanese people call me by my first name without 'san', I am like..!!!! It's always a challenge to find the perfect balance of not being too impolite, and not being too formal and distant. I get the feeling I worry more about language and formality aspects than others.

Something to Share: Subscriptions - I've actually got way too many subscriptions running - Cinema, Spotify, Netflix, HBO Max, Amazon Prime, Disney+, Nintendo Switch Online, and Just Dance+. I kinda pay too much for things I don't always need, but I do need them a little and can't get myself to cancel any, even when they shamelessly increase their prices. Does it make me a money disaster? Hm.

My Hobbies: Journaling - My friends and I all have bullet journals and working on those while chatting and listening to some music is one of the most calming and satisfying things in life for me.

My Troubles - Needing a new laptop so I can play games like The Sims and Honkai Star Rail, but my current laptop isn't so old yet. Also, the Taylor Swift store doesn't ship to the Netherlands, I cry.

Favorite Food - Sushi, bibimbab, spaghetti with meatballs.

Least Favorite Food - Cheese.

About @ticklygiggles - On June 16, 2016, Mia sent me a message on Tumblr, starting a conversation. I messaged her back, and from that moment on we just... talked daily, grew closer and closer, watched anime together, wrote fics together, called and sent voice messages, and last month for the first time we FINALLY were able to play genshin together (Mia made a new acc because we weren't on the same server, huhu dedication girl). We did the Heart Island thing in Mia's world.

About @ragewerthers - We talked about it recently but our friendship started so smoothly and sudden. I was reminded it was because of Ragewerthers getting randomly shadowbanned on Tumblr, as well as our mutual interest in the soccer anime Days, Final Fantasy XV and Minecraft.

Tagging some fellow genshin fans @ticklygiggles @wertzunge @lovelynim @shy-lee-chu @eliankrios @xsezzie @kusuguricafe @fuckparty and ofc anyone else who would like to do it:) Feel free to add more / use other lines or do literal voice-overs! I'll stick to just text hehe.

#tag game #genshin impact #personal #profile tag game #tickling #tickle community

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sassyfrassboss · 5 months

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In the Dutch translation of Scobie's book, the hitherto unnamed royal who put this offensive line of questioning was not, in fact, one person but two: the King and the Princess of Wales. Of course, we do not know if this is true. If — a very big if — Charles or Kate, or both, mused aloud on Archie's future appearance, we do not know whether there was a smidgen of racism going through their head. But, in the Dutch edition, they were named nonetheless. As a result, the entire print-run of the Dutch edition had to be pulped.Difficult to know what was implied here.

Was it all a carefully organised stunt? As someone who has had his work translated into many languages, I can tell you that the Dutch print-run is always the smallest, since so few people speak Dutch and most Dutch people speak better English than we do. So, if it was a hoax, they were not running much of a financial risk. They probably had to pulp only a few thousand copies, if that. And it makes a good story that someone mysteriously 'leaked' the true names of the alleged royal racists.

It's interesting, isn't it, that the two names, Charles and Kate, are also the two royals who are doing the most to preserve and strengthen the monarchy as a serious constitutional entity.

Charles has had a really successful and popular first year; Kate shows an apparently inexhaustible willingness to be on parade on an almost daily basis — taking part in rugby practice, visiting hospitals and schools and smiling with natural radiance wherever she goes.

This is what I’ve been thinking, like it or not Chuck has a good PR nowadays with his visits overseas has caused sensation, his PR is full about strengthening the monarchy, commonwealth and stability.

Then we have Kate, which has been very popular with everything she does, as the article said: from rugby to this to that. Some have talked about her as the future of the monarchy and how that future rests on her shoulders.

I don’t know if they indeed were the accused or not, but I honestly think it’s time for Charles to grow a pair and come an clean their names, because while some aren’t taking this seriously, this definitely will stained their reputation for the rest of their lives.

It is definitely something that will follow them around the rest of their lives, especially if they are ever in the same place as the Sussexes.

I think Charles and Kate were targeted because 1) Meghan hates Kate and 2) Meghan is furious that Charles never gave into her demands over the past three years.

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Elements of Chaos Chapter 1 - The first 2K words!

This is the first 2000 or so words from a draft I'm chipping away at, the very beginning of Elements of Chaos. I apologize for the lengthy build up but hey, I did say this was a long haul project! By the way, this is my first time writing something. My first language is dutch, not english, and to top that off I also have ADHD so this isn't exactly a walk in the park. At the moment I'm not exactly looking for people picking apart my grammar, syntax etc. because I have folks I can ask for advice on that. Be nice, thank you! CW: Minor mention of blood

How would you define Chaos?

Would you say it's the unpredictable nature of life itself? How a single drop of water will never take the same route down twice? Does it stand for a time of stress and turmoil? Is it this nebulous state we all find ourselves living in or is there an opposite? An element that binds it, understands it, tames it? And if there is, what would that be called? Order? Control? The fabled ‘red string of fate’ that strings us along, having already decided who sinks and who swims?

Perhaps none of these things matter in the end. After all most of us will go through the motions without ever really having the time or the energy to ponder the way of the world, not to mention the universe around us. Perhaps as we experience our lives our opinion will change and so will our answers, forever having the truth feel just out of reach, so close yet so far away. Then perhaps it’s better to stay in the moment and act accordingly, forever left to wonder if you did so by yourself, or if that too was a pre-written event scripted to happen from the moment you were born. They say ignorance is bliss but is it really? Are we truly free? Are you comfortable floating down a pre-determined river or did any of this make make you long for the endless open ocean?

So then tell me...

“Whose side are you on!?”

A voice screamed into the darkness, birds and other small fauna jumping, flying and running off into all directions. The full moon cast her dim glow upon the land below. Her image reflected on the surface of the water as it warped and twisted with the waves. A once beautiful lake surrounded by plains, hills and even a forest off in the distance had become the main stage for a grizzly scene. The immaculate green of the grass had been tainted with the deep red hue of blood, entire patches and trails uprooted making the field appear scarred and bleeding. There’s a tension in the air so dense, so charged with dread and danger that not only those present here and now but those from miles away could sense it. A shift in the atmosphere so severe it couldn’t be compared to an approaching thunderstorm or the early signs of an earthquake. The voice that had posed the question rather aggressively now snarled and with a wave of its owner’s hand the water from the lake behind him rose up, curling forward and threatening to come crashing down on whoever happened to be a bit too close to shore yet at it’s highest peak it stopped.

The silhouette of a hedgehog now stood out against the glistening backdrop of water, the light of the moon seemingly amplified by the reflective surface. He held his hand up above is head, palm open as if about to strike something or someone but instead he just stood there, still as a statue. His eyes pierced straight into those of his attackers, nailing them to their places only a few feet away from him. Heavily armored in white, high-tech protective gear from head to toe and with weapons drawn they kept their aim at the outlaw’s head and chest with possibly a few skilled, or cocky, marksmen planning to switch to the legs should he decide to turn tail and run. Unfortunately for them he had no intention to run.

“I’ll ask you again, nicely, whose side are you on? Because that insignia on your armor says mine, but those guns sure don’t. So what’s it gonna be boys?”

The lone hedgehog’s voice was full of rage though masked by the smug tone he was infamous for. A crack here and there gave away the layer of fatigue building below the surface though and he wasn’t too keen on giving it any more room to breathe or the consequences could be dire. A minute passed though to everyone present it felt like an eternity and when he was given no answer his hand twitched.

“What about you?”

One of the armed ‘knights’ as they liked to call themselves spoke up. A ballsy move sure but perhaps humoring the hedgehog’s ego would be their best chance of survival right now.

“You know what you did! You know why we’re here! At least tell us why!”

Icy blue eyes narrowed at the poor bastard who dared raise his voice at the outlaw whose arm had frozen in place one more. The audacity one had to have to make bold claims like that were one thing and he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or get even angrier than he already was, but to ask a man for a reason for something he has no memory of doing? Now that hit him funny.

“Ooooh but of course. Dad croaked and suddenly that’s my fault. For all the funding he put into your dinky little excuse of an ‘elite force’ you guys suck at your jobs. You really think if I had anything to do with it I wouldn’t take all of the credit?”

It was true and the Knights knew it. Their adversary was a known critic of the king, of his father but if he had anything to do with the act of regicide that shocked their nation mere days ago it would be him who would celebrate with a beer and mourn the fact he can’t dance on his grave. No, instead the former prince had kept his head down. It was so unlike him to do so it didn’t make him any less suspicious to some, but to those who really knew the young man it just didn’t add up. Why would a prince who had fallen from grace, stripped of all his titles and possessions and forced to live on the streets of his home city suddenly appear humbled by the whole experience? After all he had spent all of those years on the streets devoted to dismantling the monarchy with all of the knowledge he held on his own family. Murder was not part of the plan though, it would’ve been too easy and too simple. It would mean giving his deadbeat father an easy get-out-of-jail-free card which he didn’t deserve. No, the former prince wouldn’t have gone so far as to use a prototype warp ring despite all of it’s potential consequences if it had been him who did the honors. He would’ve accepted jail, or even execution with that same smug grin and proudly proclaim he did his kingdom, his people, a massive favor.

It mattered little now, the deed was done and the culprit was out there. The former prince wasn’t necessarily a suspect, just damage control. If this really was a coup on the throne by some outside force it made complete sense to him that he too would be a target. As the last heir currently known to be alive, even if bound to the throne only by blood, he posed a threat to whatever or whoever is behind all of this. The hedgehog had heard enough and made his choice, he would drown them all in the depths of the abyss if it meant his freedom, it being a punishment for their insubordination would just be a nice bonus. One wave of his outstretched claws and this whole mess would be washed away--

Just as his hand twitched he heard it, they all did. A deep rumbling, rumbling that grew louder as the ground shook, throwing everyone off balance. Instead of a focused tidal wave the water crashed down on everyone, merely causing confusion and panic. Rather than his attackers being dragged down into the water they would merely get their armor soaked and their vision temporarily obscured. The captain yelled out an order to fire at will and fire they did, forcing the stumbling hedgehog to bolt out of the line of fire. With the ground still shaking it was as hard for him to run as it for them to aim but he still had to try for getting hit with a bolt from their plasma rays would mean getting a hole burnt right through him. He’d never been more grateful for a boulder than he was now as he skidded across the wet grass and came to a stop behind it, crouching and making himself as small as possible. With a moment to think of a next move something stood out to him about this mysterious earthquake. An earthquake normally affects a large area, the lake water should be rippling but it barely even stirred. The rumbling and the distant yelling of the knights was like an awful white noise ringing in his ears, vague orders were being barked to find their target despite the chaos and he was running out of time. The outlaw weighed his options which were to either bolt and run or to stay and wait as something told him this seemingly sudden and highly unnatural earthquake might be the answer to his predicament. Each excruciating second he remained frozen in place, unable to make a decision and with adrenaline surging his heightened senses picked up on the detail that told his intuition to stay. The rumbling of the ground moved. It’s intensity shifted as it seemingly came from beyond the lake, passing underneath the hedgehog and made it’s way to where the team of elite knights were still trying to gather their bearings. Whatever was heading their way could’ve very well heard the noise and commotion and felt drawn to investigate, or worse, it felt threatened. He didn’t dare to take a peek and instead hoped he would hear an opening instead.

And an opening sure did come.

The ground below the captain himself split apart and before he could aim his weapon down or take a step back a blur of gold came right for the visor of his protective helmet that obscured his identity. The frightened yelp finally made the hedgehog move to take a peek at what was going on, too curious for his own good. The mystery gold object would become lodged in the captain’s visor before it could damage anything vital but the person attached to the pair of golden claws that struck him wasn’t finished. They popped out of the ground almost as easily as a fish leaping out of the water and the gap they came out of closed in just a second, giving the unknown assailant solid ground to stand on. They were big, not just tall, BIG, a solid red silhouette illuminated by violet geometric markings on their head and face which emitted a soft glow. Their enraged growl almost sounding like the earthquake from before as they turned to spin the poor canine still stuck to the golden claws that adorned the figure’s balled up fists, dragging him along and off his feet before flinging him up into the air. The rest of the knights were too frightened to move, let alone snap out of it enough to start firing at their new target and they watched their ‘fearsome’ leader make contact with the dirt like a sack of potatoes.

All of their heads snapped back to fix their gaze on the red stranger who cracked their knuckles and roared something unintelligible before charging straight at them. The silence of the awe struck knights broken by gunfire and angry war cries. Curious how bringing hand to hand combat to a gunfight would fare for the stranger the hedgehog stared intently. They moved like a well oiled machine, disarming those that clung to their weapon for dear life, snapping their guns in half like they were twigs, straight up butting their head against the metallic helmets if their hands were occupied and while the knights crumpled they seemed completely unaffected. As the battle raged on the lone hedgehog figured now was his chance to turn tail and run but as he turned his back on the battlefield a hand slipped over his muzzle, covering his mouth and muffling the yelp of surprise that followed. Blue eyes met an emerald green pair as yet another stranger held up his index finger to his own muzzle, the universal signal to tell someone to be quiet. As the loner took another good look it appeared he was no longer the only hedgehog here as this new stranger was a deep, vibrant blue all over. He could practically disappear against the night sky if it wasn’t for the short peachy fur covering his muzzle, arms and chest. Before he could get a better look the blue stranger whispered.

“Can you run?”

Whether this person was friend or foe would have to wait. For now the outlaw would take his chance and nodded.

“Then run with me and don’t look back. He’ll be fine. Trust me.”

That voice. If he didn’t know better this blue stranger sounded so much like him though he lacked the signature gravelly sound. While his thoughts raced the blue hedgehog removed his hand from the outlaw’s muzzle and firmly grasped his hand instead to help him to his feet and start running into the darkness.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #sonic alternate universe #scourge the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #chaos elements au #cw blood

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gethoce · 8 months

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Another low brain power day, another day spent lining and coloring a reference sheet. This time it's my beloved OC Eon-Eon Dutch. He probably isn't the character who needed a new ref the most but I was quite unhappy with how the old one turned out

Some random headcanons and lore stuff below.

He's "red Kirby" and of all the "Kirbys" he's the one who gets along with Shadow Kirby the most.

Older than both Galacta Knight and Morpho Knight.

Met an adult Meta Knight as a kid (during the events of KATAM) and a newborn Meta Knight when he was an adult, much to his confusion.

As a newborn he was found and adopted by members of Clan Eon-Eon, a group of individuals that consisted solely of Dream Matterborn up until this point.

He had three adoptive parents which were in a poly relationship. He was raised alongside their biological daughter. All four of them perished during the Galactic Crisis, leaving Dutch emotionally scarred.

His feather coats were made from feathers from his parents.

Within Clan Eon-Eon he serves the role of a scout, traveling the universe and taking on missions assigned to him which don't lock him into specific locations. His primary task is to keep an eye on Dark Matter territory, since he is the only one within the Clan immune to their powers.

When he first grew his wings and realised he wasn't a Dream Matterborn like everyone else within the Clan he fled his home in fear of rejection and ran into members of the Haruda Collective, a group of originally only Heart Matterborn.

At one point he was in a relationship with Ume, a Heart Matterborn who later became Dark Mind. The three scars in his face were dealt by him.

He was taught how to use Heart Magic by Ume and later passed this knowledge on to both Galacta Knight and Morpho Knight.

His only other long term relationship was with Morpho Knight and was much more successful lasting for decades, yet Dutch never intended to stay on Halcandran and Morpho never meant to leave causing them to break up on good terms shortly after Galacta Knight was sealed away.

Dutch later found out that Morpho Knight died not long after he left and he still feels immensely guilty about it, avoiding the butterfly at all cost in shame.

He was like an uncle to Galacta Knight and attempted to find a way to unseal him for years.

Hates Sir Arthur and Fecto Elfilis, especially the latter with a burning passion.

He does not consider himself a knight and doesn't have a weapon of choice, instead using his dark, dream or heart magic alongside his stone ability melee attacks in combat. He may manifest a heart spears if he really feels forced to use a weapon or transform part of his holy into one.

Used to have a close relationship with Sir Dragato up until he left Clan Eon-Eon to stay with the GSA.

Dutch is multi-lingual, capable of speaking languages such as German, Finnish and, as his name might suggest, Dutch.

He used to travel with his sister and her wife until the Galactic Crisis killed the former. Since then he is almost always encountered alone, only occasionally seen in the company of Eon-Eon Rayur.

He swore to never fall in love again after his first two relationships ended badly and avoids the topic of having children since his first died so shortly after birth.

#Kirby OC #Eon-Eon Dutch #Kirby #Kirby nintendo #gethoce #i could ramble on and on about him honestly #keeping some of these HCs short just in case I wanna explore them more in a more fleshed out way #btw Ume is the OC in my avatar currently #i am resisting the urge to talk about him

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vaingloury · 3 months

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Disparate Thoughts on Dungeon Meshi

I'm an anime-only watcher, so no spoilers beyond what's currently aired (eps 1-3) + mild map spoilers for a random 3.5e D&D module (Sunless Citadel).

- I'm not the first nor will I be the last to harp on the English localised title but Delicious in Dungeon sucks. I do, however, think going with the "DnD" naming scheme was a nugget of a good idea (let's face it, "Dungeon Food" sucks too). Maybe "Diners in Dungeon"/"Dungeons & Diners" instead (as in those who dine, not a place where one dines). Or "Dungeon Dine" (like "dungeon dive"). Regardless, I'll just be calling it Dungeon Meshi going forward.

- I don't know if this is coloured by me going into this series with the knowledge that Ryoko Kui loves Baldur's Gate 1 and 2 or a wider ripple effect of eastern dungeon-fantasy conventions being shaped by there not being an official Japanese translation of D&D between Basic and 5e, but the world-building's vibe is old-school D&D as hell. It feels like it was written by someone who maybe never got the chance to play the tabletop game much but spent hours poring over the 1e Monster Manual in hopes of getting a campaign off the ground (and ended up penning a manga instead, game scheduling be damned). There's the disarming of traps, feeling for secret doors, and even the iconic red dragon as seen on the covers of the Basic Dungeon Master's Handbook and 1e Monster Manual being the dungeon boss. Design-wise, the dungeon's layout it reminds me a bit of the map from Ruins of Castle Greyhawk or The Sunless Citadel (pictured below, right).

- The main cast is very tropey at the moment. Quite literally all the Basic classes are covered; the generic white man Fighter (Lv 1, no multi-attack yet :P) as the party face, the halfling/thief, the elf/wizard, the missing cleric, the dwarf... This works for this point in the narrative but doesn't make me particularly attached to any of them. They need another overarching obstacle.

- I generally don't like Studio Trigger's output (not the Imaishi-involved stuff anyway; Gridman fucks) but I respect how bouncy their animation usually is. So, I was excited to watch something animated by Trigger but not (originally) written by them. Dungeon Meshi, however, looks static and resorts too often to Dutch angles to maintain visual interest. There's a bit of an art shift in episode 3 where this improves; more fun "off-model" moments, the movements get a little bouncier, more color harmony. Hopefully, this stays and isn't just a guest director fluke. Form the snippets I've seen on the manga, Kui suffers a bit from "draw background killed my grandma", thus her ability to make her simple character designs emote well has to carry the page. The anime does the opposite; super detailed backgrounds but flat shading/lack of texture on the characters creates a need for them to over-emote with a "screen-shake" effect in order to stand out from their surroundings, which I could see getting old fast. The main event, the food, looks better in the anime than in the manga due to colour and animation bringing it to life.

- I don't usually laugh at Japanese comedies because they're either too slapstick for my tastes or too pun heavy for my JP comprehension level. Dungeon Meshi gets a point for making me "lol" more than once.

- Finally, a good panty shot:

- I watched episode 3 dubbed. EN Marcille > JP Marcille (I say this as a stickler for subs). The rest of the dub cast is fine but I'm probably sticking with JP because JP Laios' ability to scream > EN Laios (EN is a great generic white man, though). I'm not familiar with most of the JP voice cast. I think Chilchuck is my fave in JP.

Both languages have little breathing room between lines of dialog and I was hoping the EN dub would play around with the fact that the character speaking isn't necessarily the one on screen (thus less lip-flap matching, especially for Senshi, who has few indicators that he's actually speaking even when he's onscreen) but alas. I'll do another one of these if I have more to say later in the season 🥂

#dungeon meshi #anime blogging #b

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artsyco3xist · 2 years

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TWST OC intro: Professor Yzmin

*Template by Piraticusdorm*

Yzmin is a new professor at NRC who specializes in potionology, alchemy, and biology. He was a former NRC student with Crewel as his upperclassman. He is incredibly vain, self obsessed, and refuses to compromise his sense of style, even in the classroom. His attentiveness to his looks also manifests in his teaching style, being rather strict and will not hesitate to correct his students’ mishaps. They also have a huge temper that's almost as explosive as Ace's lab accidents.

Miscellaneous facts:

He's not good with animals. He had to take supplementary classes for animal languages

In addition to supplementary classes, he once had a friend who tutored him in it as well as attend to him while he was housewarden of Pomefiore

Still sees Crewel as his senpai but likes to have some friendly competition over who's best dressed

Ace: you didn't hear this from me but he still likes playing double dutch! Isn't he like 30 or something???

Got traumatized at a birthday party when he got accidentally hit by a stick when the kid meant to hit the piñata. Don't ask how the first years figured this out

Hobby: paragliding and skin care

Keeps a hidden dagger somewhere on him. Jack swore he saw a knife holster on his leg

“Its like im talking to a monkey. A really really big stupid monkey named ACE!!”

Misc artist's notes

Guys, I spent so much time drawing this guy because I would just STARE at him and let him seduce me/j truly I hold too much power

And the funny part was that he was gonna be fairly modest, but my mom really pushed his design to be closer to Yzma's actual design (which I tried to skip around because I thought it wouldn't work having a lab teacher be in such revealing clothing) so the more I took her input, the more slutty he became... Like... What I'm saying is you can thank my mom for this hot science professor. She too is far more powerful than any mortal and so I had to reign in her ideas lest he be too sexy for children to see.

But I still love this design. I incorporated several design elements from Yzma's various outfits throughout the movie except for the puffy sleeves. That was carried over from a previous draft of Yzmin that leaned more into a generic victorian teacher aesthetic.

The bottom wrap was a combo of Yzma's lab coat and her iconic black dress with a slit down the side. The goggles and gloves were also from the lab coat. The top and the connecting black collar were adapted from her original black dress while the curly bang was taken from her one of her puffy hats she wore right after she successfully took over the empire.

I forget if there was a specific look I took for the earrings, but I'm sure they're from Yzma's "flapper" outfit when she and kronk were at the restaurant looking for Kuzco. And to top it off, cat eye makeup look for her transformation into a cat!

I hope this was interesting to y'all. I want to share more of my art here on Tumblr since it's been trending towards TWST. I do other stuff as well as original pieces, but for now, enjoy what I have to offer!

#artists on tumblr #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst original character #disney twisted wonderland #original character #disney yzma #emperor's new groove #yzma

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liviavanrouge · 3 months

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Twst Next Gen

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

The sound of laughter filled the air, students and parents saying their farewells or chatting with one another. "You girls got everything you need on you in your pouches?"Livia asks smiling at the two second year girls. Ramona nodded, a pouch necklace around her neck, filled with a few items. "Got everything, Mama!"Clover beamed flicking her tail around behind her. Jack nodded, and flicked his ears as his tail wagged behind him. "Don't worry Dad, everything will be fine"Ramona reassures. "Hey guys!" Vil waved, walking past with his husband and four kids. "Hey!"Livia beamed. Vil turned to his eldest daughter, smiling as he fixed her clothes. "Got everything? Allergy medicine, your jumper, stuffed animal?"Vil asks looking at his third year child. "Yes Father, I grabbed them"Anne smiled as Vil fixed the bag on her shoulder. "Did you grab your inhaler, Hunter?"Golden asks looking at the muttering second year boy. "Yep"Hunter mutters working on a gadget. "I'm not even surprised that he entered Ignihyde last year"Vil sighed chuckling.

"Daisy, you be good alright.."Vil adds Golden hoisting Miana up onto his shoulders behind them. "Yes Papa, I will"Daisy nodded. Hunter beamed, his robotic butterfly fluttering away. A reddish brown haired girl with lion ears batted her hands playfully at it beaming. "MITSURI!"Leona calls. "Oh, sorry dad!"Mitsuri giggled hurrying over. "Remember Liana, take care of your younger sister, siblings must depend on each other.."Leona reminds looking at the yawning third year girl. "Yes Father, I got it.."Liana says flicking her tail lazily behind her. "MINTY!!!"Mitsuri beamed tackling Rook's third year son down. "Mitsu! HEY!"Minty grinned lifting her up, looking amused. "How beaute! Our children get along wonderfully, Leona!"Rook smiled. "Because unlike you your son isn't a maniac stalker"Leona huffed as Liana nodded in greeting to Rook's boy. "THOSE TWO on the other hand!"Leona growled pointing to Rooks second and first year sons. Dutch and Hake waved, smiling cheekily at an irked Liana. "RACE YOU!!" Two kids laughed, running past, grins on their faces.

"Jackie! Rina! Come here girls!"Trey calls beckoning to his racing children. The two girls walked over, grins on their faces. "Rina, did you get your stuffed cake plush?"Briar asks brushing some hair back behind her ear. "Yes mother"Rina nods. "Dante, watch your sisters alright"Trey smiled patting the head of a boy near identical to him if it weren't for his yellow eyes. "Got it"Dante nods fixing his glasses. "You too Raven"Briar adds. "I will"Raven chuckles. Ace and Deuce laughed with one another, Allison making sure Hazel and Maddie had their things. "I got everything Mrs Spade"Maddie assures. "I watched her Mom, she grabbed everything she needed"Hazel signed to her mother, Maddie throwing her a warning glare. "I know sign language!"Maddie yells. "HEYY!" Floyd walked over, his daughters behind him. "Yanama, Coral"Hazel signs in greeting, hugging the two girls. "Hey~~"Coral giggled. "Nice to see you"Yanama smiled. Honey tackled Coral down, the two wrestling. "My, My, my daughter is like her uncle"Jade chuckled.

Epel leaped out of the way, his kids laughing at his startled expression. "Shut your pie holes!"Epel commands giving his two kids warning glares. "Sorry Dad!"Betty giggled her mother fixing her pigtails. "I'm not!"Dusk smirked looking smug. "And I raised you, this is how you repay me"Epel sighed shaking his head. Dusk barked out a laugh, then hugged his father. "Sorry old man"Dusk chuckled. "WATCH THE OLD MAN COMMENT!"Epel scolds. Sean walked with Tornado, fixing his deaf sons hair. "Be careful alright?"Sean signed to the boy. "I will"Tornado nodded. Jamil walked after his son, Scorch heading over to the Al-Asim's. "Jamil!"Kalim smiled Virva fixing their kids clothes. "Harry, Sky, Aladdin, be respectful and listen to the adults and dorm heads"Virva reminds. "Yes Mommy, we got it!"Sky nods. Shadow walked over with Thunder and Grey, smiling as his sons ran off with Jamil and Kalim's kids. "How's being a dad?"Jamil asks. "Stressful"Shadow huffed.

Idia hugged his twin daughters tight, Bella and Star chuckling quietly knowing he didn't want them to go even though it was already their third year. "Got your tablets, is my emergency contact number at the top?"Idia demands. "We got it Father"Bella giggled shaking her head. "Hey guys!" Zaiyu walked over with Flame. "Hey Flame!"Star beamed. Citro came over with his twins, Ophelia and Ash waving. "Hey Ash, how are you?"Bella signed to the mute and deaf boy. "Doing good, my fever has gone away"Ash signed back. Ruggie patted his girls on the head, before going through their bags. "Poppy, you forgot your allergy medicine, you're lucky I grabbed it"Ruggie scolds. "Dad, I don't even think they serve blueberries much around school"Poppy complained. "Better to be prepared"Holly quotes. "Like I always say"Ruggie smiled nodding to his eldest in approval. "Whatever"Poppy grumbled.

Riddle fixed his daughters bow, making sure it was tight but not too tight. "There, have you gotten your books and pens"Riddle says. "Yep, got all my books"Mary says. "Riddle!" Che'Nya landed holding his blind sons hand. "Chi-Chi, Che'Nya"Mary greets. Chi-Chi ran his fingers over Riddle's face, the man smiling. "Hi Uncle Riddle"Chi-Chi greets before running his fingers across a smiling Mary's face. "Mary"Chi-Chi smiled. Bandit chatted with Denzel, twitching his ears. "Dad, Tako pulled by braid!"Penny complained. "Bandit.."Denzel frowned. "My son didn't mean it.."Bandit frowned giving Tako a look. "There was a leaf in her hair!"Tako protests holding a leaf in his hand. "Still, that hurt!"Penny snorted. "YOU'RE SO SPOILED!"Tako frowned. Evonie led her husband forward, a bandanna around Azul's eyes. "Lily, do you have your octopus plush?"Azul asks. "D-DAD!! REALLY??! IN PUBLIC!"Lily cried embarrassed. Evonie giggled, flustering their daughter. "Y-Yes...I have It though.."Lily mutters.

Silver smiled slightly, hugging his daughters. "Be careful, stay vigilant and protect one another, no matter what"Silver says Jinlong fixing their elder twins hair. "Yes Father"Hina nodded. "We'll stick together!"Cedar beamed bumping her twins hip with hers. Hina sighed, her stoic look wavering for a moment as a smile tried to break though. "SETH! GET OVER HERE!!" Juniper tackled his younger brother down, the two wrestling. "BOYS!!"Cerulan gasped. Sebek grabbed his sons by the jacket collars, giving them a scolding glare. "Ruh-ro.."Juniper smiled knowing they were in trouble. "Oh my"Neige laughed watching Sebek scold his sons. "Dad, I see Vil and Anne!"Apple beamed. "ANNE!"Apple waved. Anne beamed and ran over, throwing her arms around Neige's daughter, the two falling to the ground laughing. "Hey Neige"Vil greets. Jazzy walked past behind them with Dexter, Cole, Ellie and Hansel heading over to Merryweather. Rollo quietly chatted with Crewel, smiles on their faces.

"I remember the look on Ramona and Clover's faces when they were assigned their dorms, Clover whined about wanting to be with her twin"Rollo grinned. "Your goddaughters are quite the handful"Crewel chuckled. Rosaline silently read her book, Elliot laughing as he chatted with Sam, Alex and Lavender. "This years first years are gonna be trouble!"Lavender giggled. "I was with Vil and his family when Daisy's mirror package came and revealed that her soul matched Savannaclaw! Vil was so shocked, horrified yet proud!"Elliot laughed. "Imagine a Schoenheit in Savannaclaw, but Hunter is in Ignihyde so I ain't even surprised"Alex smiled. "Agreed, this years devils are quite interesting!"Sam chuckled. Faunick smiled as he watched the students and their parents, Flick watching beside him. "Too bad you don't have a wife"Flick says. Faunick looked sharply at him and grabbed his brothers hair. "YOU WANNA THROW DOWN JERK!!!"Faunick demands as Flick yells in surprise.

"Some of the students look strong down there already"Vargas comments Crewel looking unamused. "Well, I hope you can whip the weaker ones into shape Professor, or else your reputation is gonna be on the line"Rollo mocked. Crewel chuckled, liking Rollo. The gong went off, silence filling the courtyard as all eyes lifted to the balcony. "Welcome students to a new year at Diamond Nightsword Academy"Headmistress Gonnal calls beaming down at everyone. "Tomorrow and today will be an exploring day, the day you all can get used to the building and classrooms!"Headmaster Crowley announces. "Parents, you all are welcomed to stay for the rest of today before you say your farewells to your children!"Headmaster Ambrose chuckled. "After school art class has been added per request of a few of the dorm leaders!"Headmistress Gonnal adds. "Everyone enjoy this new school year!"

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nicoline1998enilocin · 11 months

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Yours, Forever | Chapter 1

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3K

SUMMARY | In this chapter, we will learn about Y/N (at this point she's about 16 years old, starting in the next chapter she will be older due to a time jump) and her dad, and her life in the Netherlands she is going to leave behind. They navigate leaving everything behind and saying goodbye to the life they had build together, and they will start their journey to the other side of the world. There won't be any Bucky in this chapter yet, but I promise I will make up for that in later chapters 🥰

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Anxiety, talk about a lost parent, mention of suicide due to depression, light swearing.

A/N | Hi everyone, thank you for reading my first ever fic! I would like to start off by saying that English isn't my first language (I'm Dutch after all 😉) so every mistake you find - spelling or otherwise - is completely my own. I would appreciate you spreading the love about my fic, and I ofcourse hope you will enjoy reading it just as much as I had writing it.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 2

It was promising to be a nice summer day, when Y/N got woken up by her dad, like he did most mornings. ''Goodmorning sunshine, are you ready for this day?'' he asked, and she couldn't help but smile when she saw him, pulling her dad in for a hug. ''Goodmorning dad, I'm more than ready for today, are we still going to the pool as planned?'' Y/N asked with the biggest smile she could possibly plaster on her face. It is currently their summer holiday, and her dad had a day off from working in the bakery. This meant the two of them would go and do something fun together, a tradition that started when Y/N was little, their so called ''papa-daugther days'' as they are known to them. He tried his hardest to plan one of those days at least once a week, especially since they lost her mom way to soon. ''Of course we are sunshine, I wouldn't want to miss it for anything in the world!'' he said before getting up to make breakfast for the both of them.

Y/N's dad is a baker and as much as she loves being in the bakery with him and tasting all the things he makes and learning about everything there, the ''papa-daughter days'' will always have a special spot in her heart. Little did she know that this one would take an unexpected turn when she got out of bed and got dressed. She picked out a simple outfit of shorts, a losse t-shirts and a pair of low Converse with her new bathing suit underneath, to make it easier to change once they get to the pool later. Her Y/H/C hair is put in a simple ponytail and she went downstairs to join her dad for breakfast. ''Smells good!'' she says as she sits down at the dinner table with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, as she's in the middle of re-reading the entire book series once again.

''Here you go sunshine, enjoy!'' her dad said with an undertone she couldn't quite place. He sounded happy ofcourse, but there was something there she wasn't sure of, and she immediately got a little worried. She grabbed her fork and started eating her waffles while reading, but wasn't able to let the words sink in. All she could think about was her dad, and the undertone in his voice you just heard. ''Dad? Is there something going on?'' Y/N asked quietly, the feeling in her stomach that something is wrong only growing. ''Actually, there is...'' he starts off when he puts his plate on the table. ''I have something big to tell you and I'm not sure how to do it, because it will change our lives forever'' he continued.

'Oh God, what is going to happen to me?!' she thought, worrying even more, the anxiety inside her growing more and more. He went on to say ''Y/N, I recently got an offer to start a new bakery, I will own and run it however I see fit, but the catch is that we would have to move all the way to New York City to do it. As of right now I have not made a decision yet, seeing how I wanted to discuss it with you first, your life will be impacted just as much as mine ofcourse. If we decide to go, we will leave in a year, around the end of next years summer vacation. We are going to leave everything here behind, and start over completely from scratch there, so I can focus on the bakery''. When he was done talking, Y/N had tears in her eyes from the thought of having to leave behind everything here in the Netherlands, and literally moving to the other side of the world. Leaving behind everything that still connects Y/N tot her mom, the one person who she needs the most right now.

''Dad.. How long have you known about this offer?'' she said while the tears starting to flow softly down her cheeks, unable to hold them back any longer. ''How long did you wait to tell me this?'' she said, not really wanting to know the answer. ''I have known for a few months now, but I couldn't tell you sooner since we had to work out the logistics of it all first. Right now, everything is ready to be set into motion, as soon as I say yes.'' he answered. Tears flowing steady from her eyes onto her cheeks, Y/N can't even give an answer, as the anxiety forming in her chest makes it hard to breathe, and her mind goes foggy, not being able to think straight. She got up and ran into her room, her footsteps loud on the stairs before she slammed and locked het bedroom door. She fell onto the bed and all she could let out were painful sobs as she could barely breathe. She knew what she needed to do, and she got out her phone.

Listening to her moms last voicemail somehow made her feel better. All Y/N needed was her mom, and the only way she could get that is to listen to the last voicemail her mom left her, right before she took her own life after a long battle with depression she sadly did not win. She dialed the number for voicemails and went to her saved ones, although only one of them was saved. Putting the phone to her ear, she listened as she heard her mom say her last goodbye again:

'My dearest Y/N, my sunshine, my baby. I want to tell you how incredibly much I love you, you are the absolute light of my life, and I would do anything to be able to hold you again. To see you beautiful Y/E/C eyes again, to be able to braid your beautiful hair one more time. I am so sorry for all the pain I have caused you over the years, all the things I have missed in the years that my depression took over my life. My sunshine, I wish you all you could ever dream of, the beautiful wedding we dreamt about together, all the kids you could ever wish for, the life you always wanted for yourself. Please, promise me that you will make me proud, even when I am not here anymore. The next few years will be hard, but you and your dad can get through everything together. There are not enough words in this world to describe the love I feel for you, but I need you to know that you are my sunshine forever, and I am Yours, Forever.''

All Y/N could do was cry for God knows how long, as she heard her moms voice again. Even though it has been 3 years since she passed, the pain never gets any less. There will always be a piece missing in her life, and now more than ever is when she needs her so bad. She needs her mom to tell her everything is going to be okay, that she can do this. ''What do I do mom? I don't know what to do anymore, not without you...'' she whispered into the air, her voice barely able to make a sound. The heavy feeling in her chest becomes worse and worse, the anxiety making it harder and harder to breathe. ''Y/N, can you please open the door for me? I want to help you, but I can't if you keep this door closed...'' her dad said in a soft voice. She got up off the bed and took small steps to the door, still letting the tears flow down her cheeks and onto her shirt.

Slowly unlocking the door, she takes a quick step back when her dad flings open the door and grabs her into his arms. ''Sunshine, I am so incredibly sorry I haven't been able to tell you sooner, I know it is a lot to handle. I brought you a water bottle and your anxiety medicine for you to take.'' She hadn't needed the pills for a while, but she started taking them right around the time that her mom took her own life. They didn't necessarily make her feel better, but they made her calm down enough in order to get out of the anxiety attacks. ''I know you haven't taken any for almost a year, but I thought you could use them''. He let her go and handed her the water bottle and bottle of pills, and they sat down on the edge of her bed. ''Thank you..'' is all she could manage to say in a small voice.

Y/N took one of the pills and when her dad wrapped his arms around her, she snuggled into his chest again like she always used to do when she was a little girl. This made her feel safe again, and slowly she got her anxiety and breathing under control. ''Sunshine, I know it is a lot to take in, but know that I am not going to take this decision lightly. It is not just my life I am uprooting, it is yours too. I want you to know that you can finish high school here in the Netherlands, the move will be after your graduation. School is very important to you, so I managed to negociate the leaving date, they want us to leave sooner rather than later, but they did eventually agree to it.'' he said. This made you feel a little better, but you couldn't stop thinking about your mom and how much she would have loved to see New York City.

''Mom would have loved it, you know. She was always fond of big cities, but New York was one of her absolute favorites. We talked about going there someday, and it feels weird to go there without her..'' Y/N said. ''It won't be the same without her there, but I also don't want to get in the way of you opening your own shop there, which I know is also a big dream of yours. I would love to move to New York with you.'' she said. After this she took a few more sips of water and gave her dad another big hug. ''We can do this together, like you said, we can start over completely over there.''

The rest of the summer vacation flew by, and Y/N told some of her closest friends about the plans to move and opening the bakery in New York. They weren't happy about it, since they would miss her so much, but they were also happy that she got such a once in a lifetime opportunity. ''We will miss you so incredibly much, but we promise to come visit after the opening of the bakery, we wouldn't want to miss your dad's pastries for the world!'' her best friend, Eve, told her. Y/N and Eve practically grew up together, living a few houses away from each other and going to the same schools. When school started again you decided to focus as much as you could while also spending as much of your free time with your friends while you still had the time.

During the school year her dad went to New York a few times for about a week or two at a time, so he could get the shop and everything that needed to be done there ready, and also to go house hunting. During the house hunt they would call each other on FaceTime a lot, so Y/N could help pick out the best houses for the both of them. She was involved as much as she possibly could be from home, but it felt good to be able to help make some of the decisions. Slowly but surely the graduation and moving day came creeping closer, and the end of this part of her life with it. In a few weeks time she would have to leave everything she grew up with behind.

Graduation was now only a week away, and Y/N and Eve went dress shopping for the occasion, they would only graduate high school together once after all! ''I can't believe you will be gone soon...'' Eve said with a sad look in her eyes. ''Neither can I, I'm not sure how I'm going to leave everything behind here, especially the memories of mom.'' Y/N said with a small smile on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes. Eve knew how hard this hit Y/N, since she was there to pick up the broken pieces ever since her mom passed. ''I know babe, but you and I both know she wouldn't want you to stay in this small town when you have the opportunity of a lifetime!'' and with that, Y/N was a little bit more at peace with the fact that she had to leave.

Y/N picked out a dress that was simple, but matched her eye color perfectly. It was an off-shoulder dress that fell just below her knees, and she picked simple black heels to go with it. She was never the type to dress very fancy, even her every day clothes were rather simple, but she liked it that way. This way she didn't stand out and she could just blend in with the crowd, where she was comfortable. Eve went all out and bought a sparkly red floor length gown with matching shoes, making sure she was the center of attention at all times. The dresses fit both their personalities so well. Just like Eve and Y/N, they didn't seem to go together, but they completed each other in a way no outsider could possibly start to understand.

At the evening of their graduation, they got ready together at Eve's house, since Y/Ns house was already sold and they were in the middle of packing everything up. ''I find it hard to believe you will be gone next week...'' Eve said with tears in her eyes, she couldn't stand the idea that she had to say goodbye to her best friend, her sister, her soulmate, her better half. They gave each other the biggest hug and they held each other so tight they thought they would snap in half. ''Yeah, it really is hard to believe, but we will make the most of our last week together, you hear me?! And even after that, you won't be able to get rid of me, you are stuck with me forever!'' Y/N said with a huge smile while wiping away the tears on her own cheeks as well as Eve's.

The graduation went smoothly and as soon as her name was called, Y/N practically ran up the stage to receive her diploma, and to give a speech as she graduated at the top of her class. She saw her dad in the crowd and smiled at him, he had tears streaming down his face with the proudest look he could possibly have on his face. All the hard work paid off, and here you were to show for it. The speech was a way to look back at everything the last few years, as well as a goodbye to everyone since she would leave soon. After one more photo with anyone graduating that evening, she went to her dad and practically jumped into his arms. ''I AM SO PROUD OF YOU SUNSHINE!'' he exclaimed, ''And I know your mom is proud too'', he said softer. Y/N, Eve and their friend group decided to go out for dinner afterwards in order to celebrate graduation, and to have one last dinner with the entire group while they still could.

A week later, it was finally time to leave, and to officially say goodbye to her old life, her new life waiting for them in New York. The entire friend group got together one last time, in order to say their goodbyes, which didn't go without lots of laughter and even more tears. Y/N hugged everyone for what felt like forever, and they shared happy memories together. The only one she didn't say goodbye to yet was Eve, since she was coming to the airport with her mother to say their goodbyes. This was perfect since Eve's mother would drop you off at the airport. At the airport all four of them got Starbucks, a tradition Eve and Y/N gladly held on to. As soon as it was time to go to the gate, they said their last goodbyes.

''Babe, I'm going to miss you so much, life is not going to be the same without you here! Everything will be boring without my better half there...'' Eve started to say whilst trying to hold back her tears and sobs as best as she could. ''Just know that if you ever want to come back, you will always have a place with me, and ofcourse I will visit you when I get the chance. I love you so so much, Y/N, and I'm glad you made my life a hundred times better, I can't imagine a life where I don't have you in it.'' she managed to get out before not being able to talk anymore from the crying and sobbing uncontrollably. ''I love you so so much more Eve, even though I'll be on the other side of the world, you will also have a place with me if you ever need one. You're my fucking soulmate after all, life will just suck without you. But I will cherish everything we ever did, and I will see you as soon as we both have the time!'' you said whilst hugging her tight one last time.

You both don't want to let go and cry in each others arms for what seems like an eternity, when Y/N's dad says that they really have to go. Grabbing Eve's face in her hands, she says ''I love you, and you better make something of your life when I'm not there to keep you on the right path!'' you said with a laugh and Eve replied ''I can't promise that and you know it!''. After this she hugged Eve's mom goodbye, and thanked her for everything. When it was time to leave, Y/N looked back one more time and waved at Eve and her mom, who were both crying but waved until Y/N and her dad were out of sight.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes

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After entering my second year of art school a few weeks ago, I have been assigned to translate a written book into different types of media. The book I have read for this is Films Die Nergens Draaien, a Dutch children's novel about time travel and, for me, about grief and having sympathy for the things people went through in the past.

For me, this was a very deep and highly personal movie, as the main character, Cato, struggles with having little to no relationship with her father, a man ridden with grief and depression over having lost his wife at his daughter's birth. Even tho this last part luckily isn't something I have experienced in my family, I do have no relationship with my father aside of resentment for treating me, my mother and brother the way he does.

Because of this, Cato was a very intriguing character to design, but as I've learned, there needs to be a balance between personal things and technical things when adapting a story that intrigues you. There needs to be something personal, of course, otherwise there wouldn't be any heart to it, but it wouldn't be the story it was meant to be in the first place.

See here some of my experiments when designing Cato; I made her, after struggle to find a way to incorporate the time travel part of her story into her design, resemble those old grandfather clocks in small parts of her character. Her face has the characteristics of the clock self and the silhouette has the shape of the stand of the clock, which was really cool to work with.

Here is her current final version! As of now I'm working on storyboards for both a small comic and a booktrailer, whose final versions, if everything goes well, should both be finished around the end of october (sobs very loudly we got so little time for these assignments)

As for the tags! @otwdfanfic as you asked to see some of my work for this project (and update as to it being translated into different languages, I'm pretty sure they're doing that rn? Saw some stuff about it online!) and @rosiethedragongeek for the art!

#mona's college experience #artinandwritin's art #school #art school

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sweetflanfiction · 9 months

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Second Chances - Part 5

Universe: Read Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur x reader

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about 1899 is from google, so inacuracies will be plenty. The reader is on the older side, and identifies as a female

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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Arthur looked around, surrounded by trees. He could kick the Arabian into full throttle and disappear. To where though? To revenge Micah and Dutch? To find Charles or John, wherever they were? To get caught by the law and get back to where he started? He looked back at the woman, still leaning on top of that brute of a horse.

'Kill'em with kindness' one of the girls from the camp told him once. Is this what good people do?

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You looked at the trees in front of you as you spoke your peace. It was the truth. Maybe you were naive, and the truth was you were being selfish, at the time. And now he knew it, you had laid it out. One thing your father taught you was to be honest and let others know what you thought. People are like books and if you don't let people know what's written in them, they won't see it.

The man hadn't hurt you two, and was completely mobile for 4 days. And he had been a 'guest' at your house for a little over a month. In addition, you had washed him, fed him and treated him during that time, so you were rather comfortable around him. Despite the fact that she understood he wasn't feeling that way about her.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, while both reeled from the words you had spoken. You could almost hear the gears in his head turning. He was deep in thought. Under the hat his brows furrowed and the wrinkles around his eyes became deeper. And then he returned to his blank-faced manner.

He cleared his throat and restarted the track search without another word. He kept looking at the ground and you kept looking up, searching for the tanned horse among the foliage. Surrounded by nature you only heard the hoofs of your horse, their whines, the sounds of birds and the wind in the leaves. Relaxing, if it wasn't for the purpose of your visit.

"Why do you keep him?" Arthur asked suddenly, not looking at you. "From what your father says, this ain't a first time thing."

"He's injured." You answered and Arthur looked back. "We think it's a sprain, the vet thinks it's a sprain… hell, for all we know the mighty God up in heaven thinks it's a sprain. The thing is, he is too stubborn to understand that we need to keep him still and quiet while it heals. Then he can go frolic wherever he wants."

He mumbled something under his breath but you didn’t understand what it was. You had no time to decipher it before he put his hand up, mentioning for you to stop. You did so and instructed Mac to stay. Your faithful companion halted as soon as he heard you.

“Up ahead.” You heard Arthur whisper and looked at the place he pointed.

It was a small clearing with some grass. The horse was grazing there, limping, his hind leg probably in pain. You shook your head and snorted in annoyance.

Arthur dismounted and you followed him, crouching in the area, a tall bush hiding you both, shoulder to shoulder.

“You see that…” You referred to the horse's hind leg and saw Arthur nod. “That’s where it’s sprained. He keeps putting weight on it and it keeps getting worse…or at least stayin’ the same…stubborn mule.”

“We could just leave him be.” Arthur proposed and you looked at him, noticing he was looking at you from under the brim of his hat, weighing your reaction.

You narrowed your eyes at him and tilted your head, positive the dislike of his tone was apparent in your expression.

“No."

"Why not?" He probed. His face was blank, but his words exuded disdain

"Because I’m as stubborn as that horse, I’m gonna get him better and after that he can decide to do whatever the hell he wants." The parallels between Arthur's situation and the horses didn't escape you. "And then I’ll tell him the same as I told you five minutes ago. Now, you can help or leave. Either way, that horse is returning to the ranch.”

You heard an audible sigh behind you but the rustle of leaves told you he was about to help.

“How are we doing this?” he inquired and you turned back to him, hands on your hips.

“I usually ride after him in circles until I can get him near the ranch and then let Mac do his thing. It usually works, but it entails exactly the opposite of what we need him to be doing.” He was nodding silently and, once again, you noticed him going into that deep thought expression.

You tilted your head curious about what he was coming up with, quietly letting him run through his scenarios. He looked up at you once satisfied. You grinned at him.

“I’m all ears Mr. Callahan.” You told him without him saying a word, and you noticed a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Can you ride bareback?” You nodded and grabbed the lasso from his saddle. "OK, here's how we go about it.”

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It took you about 40 minutes to get Arthur’s plan to work, but in the end, you got the horse. Arthur's plan was a crazy scheme that consisted of a well-timed bark from Mac, and an opportune lasso throw by Arthur. It ended with you getting on top of the runaway horse while your companion kept him calm.

He led the horses back, with you still mounted on the runaway horse, Mac following happily beside Dusk, his job done. Around the front of the house you saw your father and two other figures.

When the horse was safely inside the enclosure, you jumped down from the injured horse and grabbed the rope around its neck. Arthur led the other two horses by the reins beside you. Mac knew his job was done and ran over to Luca, sitting next to your father’s legs.

Your father looked back at you both and waved, waiting until you got near. The two other figures were Doc Brant and his wife Eleanor Brant.

“How far did he reach this time?” Your father asked as you both approached the group, hands crossed over his chest and eyes looking at the stable.

“The same as always I reckon.” You shrugged. "He never travels far, not with that leg."

"Would you like me to check it?" Doc Brant smiled, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

"You got a promotion from people doctor to animal doctor and told me nothing 'bout it, huh?" Mrs. Brant joked, smirking at her husband.

Mrs. Eleanor Brant stood smiling next to her husband, her blonde hair already filled with grays, twisted in a braid, her skin always having a rosy tint above the tan. You liked her. She was homely and motherly but a jokester. When your own mom passed, she was one of the people that cared for you the most. If you had to write down the formula for who you take after, she'd be one of the first names on the list.

What you truly loved about the woman were her ideas, the way her mind worked. Unlike many of the people on the surrounding farms and ranches, she and Mr. Brant couldn't conceive children. So they turned to assisting others. And while her husband was an actually certified physician, she knew as much as him and more. She liked to study herbs and other types of medicine that helped you in a pinch. Sometimes normal medicine was expensive or inaccessible, but she seemed to always have some herbs that would help anyone.

"The basics are still the same." He replied in a mock angry tone.

"It's fine Doc. The last two times the actual veterinarian was here he said the same thing. The fellow just needs to rest." Your father noted and everyone nodded.

Nobody liked the animal doctor, but he was the only one around. Unlike Doc Brant he wasn't in it to help. He was in it for the money and the business. The three of you were silent, cursing the vet and his way when Arthur cleared his throat and your heads jerked in his direction.

"Ah, my boy!" Doc beamed, patting the younger man on the arm. "I see you are recovering well! How are you feeling? Is the dust giving you trouble? You get tired quickly?"

"Morning sir, ma'am." He tipped his hat and you had to force yourself to not smirk at his cowboy-ish charm. "I've been feeling better, thank you. Still trying to figure out how this happened."

"This?" Doc questioned, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"I was told by a doctor in St. Dennis that it was TB. For all I knew I was dying." Arthur said, honesty dripping in his words.

"Well, sometimes those big city doctors forget that there are more diseases out there that ain't deadly." Doc patted Arthur's arm and smiled. "Just be glad we got you when we did. If the sickness hadn't killed you, something else would have."

You were about to joke about his earning a peaceful death, but he cut you off.

"I'm still trying to come to terms with it, but I reckon hell wasn't ready for me yet."

"Oh Mr. Callahan, maybe it's heaven that thought you needed a second chance." Eleanor smiled softly at him.

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