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On the morning of battle, Tom had clumsily applied paint to his cheeks. He felt like he was six years old playing with his mother's lipstick. He felt like a child. Not a warrior. Up until then he'd been all bluster and confidence, rallying the troops, undaunted in the face of uncertainty. But now....
Maxxor looked down at the boy, shocked and a little indignant. Did the boy even realise what those markings signified? How important they were? He scribbled on hasty clan signs like they were war paint.
At least he had the sense to look ashamed.
"I'm sorry." Tom's voice sounded small. Maxxor had never seen him so small before. The boy shifted his weight and looked out at the hill that they would soon be defending. "I just-" He ducked his head and confessed, "I guess I'm just trying to convince myself I'm not scared."
Because Maxxor made him brave. Maxxor always made him more than he was, better than he was. He thought that if he could carry some part of the king with him, maybe he'd feel more like a warrior.
A large forest green hand held a cloth out for him. Tom took it quickly and scrubbed his face. It was an excuse to hide from his hero. To keep the humiliation and fear from being seen.
"Sit." Tom sat on the only chair in the tent, covered in stretched hide. He kept his head down. He'd only been called to the principal's office once in his entire life and he never wanted to repeat the experience. Somehow, this felt the same.
Something cool touched his right cheek and Tom flinched in surprise. Maxxor wasn't looking at his eyes, rather he was following his finger as he applied the paint with careful precision.
"The left ridge symbolizes strength, the right, surety. Beneath them both is the hearth, a home to return too, kin. Above them all is the brow, unbending but just. Equal in all things." He spoke as he added the markings, trying to engrave their meaning and importance with every word and motion. "They don't mean anything if you do them yourself."
Maxxor straightened and offered his hand to Tom.
Tom looked up at him with wide, Mugic blue eyes and clasped his forearm, jumping to his feet.
"Thank you."
For telling me. For helping me. For being someone I can believe in.
"For this battle, you have a clan behind you. No one with those markings need ever feel afraid. Or ashamed." He turned and exited the tent.
Later, Tom would have a million questions. What about the patterns on his arms? Did they mean something too? How old was Maxxor when he stopped painting it all on and got it tatooed?
Where was his clan?
But at that moment, Tom scrambled to follow Maxxor out onto the field. Relieved and overjoyed and steady in the face of uncertainty. He was a warrior.
Intress gave Tom a surprised and aprasing look when he joined the back line, but then looked back at several humans that had her stripes painting their cheeks.
She shrugged and ruffled his hair. Maybe it was just an Overwolrd thing.
#maxxor#tom#tom majors#major tom#chaotic#chaotic tv show#Intress#flicket#mini fic#maybe ooc#@transendingchaos#sorry to tag you without asking I just think you're really cool
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Seeing @gl1tchxr ‘s post about fakemon made me randomly remember I tried to make a set of fakemon starters about 2 years ago. (I made all the base stages, finished the grass starters line, and then promptly forgot about it.) So I decided to redesign them and maybe do their evolution lines later.
I’ll post their original designs under the cut(ew old art). Also sorry Flickit isn’t line arted, I’m gonna be honest I did that one at like 1 am last night and forgot lol.
But before I share the original designs…
Here’s the original three designs. I also changed flit to be flicket (like flicker+kit). The art isn’t great but… at least Splail is cute?
#my art#pokemon#Pokémon#artwork#fakemon#I tried to do an older Pokémon vibe for Splail design 2.0#a little for flicket too but it didn’t come through because of the arty style#taileaf i didn’t change much I just made it look more cohesive#because I actually kind of like it’s old design
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You’ve mentioned “financial emergency” like, twice here, everything else made no sense, and if you’re trying to flirt with me, I’m afraid I’m already taken sir.
This is Tumblr, not Tinder.
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What would you want in a Blazing Dragons reboot?
So supposing by reboot you actually MEAN reboot and not a continuation with a season 3, I would love for the humor to be respected, same for their personalities and for little by little everyone aknowledging the truth about Flicket and Loungelot like they did in season 2. Oh and it would be the opportunity to go back to a netter design for Geoffrey and other needlessly modified characters and have Blaze embrace his gayness canonically since it is more accepted in kids media nowadays
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Adopted!
Here's another new resident here
His name is flicket, he's a frilled nighmares clown that can distort pictures of him to some degree. He has mistrust in humans and gets vocal and flairs up when he in small spaces and paces.
It's possible that he was from an abuse case and was dumped. He more comfortable around smaller quieter clowns, unfortunately cats and small animals are a no
Just ask if you have questions or interested in adopting him
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Maybe a little flicket about Terzo catching Copia trying to squeeze onto his old cardinal suits 👉👈
Alrighty! This is going on the roster for ficlets :)
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Live Bunnings NPC Quarter Final Wellington vs Hawke's Bay Rugby Game
New Post has been published on https://thedailyrugby.com/live-bunnings-npc-quarter-final-wellington-vs-hawkes-bay-rugby-game/
The Daily Rugby
https://thedailyrugby.com/live-bunnings-npc-quarter-final-wellington-vs-hawkes-bay-rugby-game/
Live Bunnings NPC Quarter Final Wellington vs Hawke's Bay Rugby Game
The Wellington Lions have topped the table and made the Bunnings NPC playoffs! Quarter finals are this weekend, taking on fourth placed Hawke’s Bay. Wellington Lions Head Coach, Leo Crowley, has named his 23 for the Lions Bunnings Warehouse NPC Quarter Final clash with Hawke’s Bay this Saturday, 2:05pm at Sky Stadium.
Wellington v Hawke’s Bay, Bunnings NPC 2022
Saturday 8 October
2.05pm, Sky Stadium, Wellington
Wellington are on a hot streak with seven straight wins in the Bunnings NPC, including a 19-12 win over the Magpies in round seven to secure the Ranfurly Shield. Although the ‘Log o Wood’ won’t be on the line at Sky Stadium, a coveted spot in the semifinal awaits the winner. The Magpies are coming off an impressive 25-17 win over Tasman last weekend and will be calling on their big-game players Marino Mikaele-Tu’u, Brad Weber, Lincoln McClutchie and Chase Tiatia to stand tall if they are to knock the Lions out of contention.
LIONS NAMED FOR SATURDAY’S QUARTER-FINAL CLASH WITH HAWKE’S BAY
Wellington Lions Head Coach, Leo Crowley, has named his 23 for the Lions Bunnings Warehouse NPC Quarter Final clash with Hawke’s Bay this Saturday, 2:05pm at Sky Stadium.
The Lions will be looking to progress to the Semi-Finals with an eighth-straight win, with just two changes to the side that took the Ranfurly Shield from Hawke’s Bay in Round 7.
In the front row, Tawa’s PJ Sheck will join forces with loosehead, Xavier Numia and hooker, Asafo Aumua. With hooker James O’Reilly unavailable for selection due to a calf muscle injury, Petone’s Josh Southall will get his first opportunity to make his Lions debut off the bench.
“Josh has been in and around the group for a couple of years now, and with O’Reilly out of action this weekend, he gets his chance to make his long-awaited debut for the Lions. It’s an exciting time for Josh,” said Crowley.
Jackson Garden-Bachop will start at first five-eighth with Aidan Morgan looking to provide impact off the bench.
“Jackson showed last week that he can really set our attack game alight and play the game in the right areas of the field, so he gets the start this week and we will look to him to control the game for us. Both him and Aidan have played well over the last month and are a big reason why we are having a home Quarter-Final,” said Crowley.
Garden-Bachop has kicked the most conversions of any kicker in the past three decades [since 1990] of top-flight NPC rugby. His fourth conversion against Counties Manukau last Sunday was his 182nd for Wellington, surpassing the 181 that former Poneke first-five David Holwell kicked in his combined career for Wellington and Northland.
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Light Moments
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Notes: So, I’ve posted this flicket here some months ago, but it has been re-written and published on AO3, so if you haven’t seen the first version or want to get a look on this new one, here it is.
These flickets are set between the end of The Dark Lady and the beginning of The Dark Children. You don't strictly need to have read those two fics for most of them to make sense, but there are references from both works here all around. I have some of other flickets written, but I'm taking prompts, if you have one for me. I'm always happy to fill them.
Her First Words
The soft low noise of the spinning wheel filled the dining hall alongside with the giggles of the baby girl in Belle's arms. She was sat on the chaise cradling an eleven-month-old Rose gently, with Gideon by her side, playing with her, swinging his stuffed teddy bear in front of her face for her chubby fingers to try reaching it.
Small soft auburn curls started to frame her face some months earlier, her brown eyes grew intelligent and more aware of every detail they could catch, just as her babbling became more constant. The Dark Lady read for her very often, emphasizing the words in an attempt to turn her baby mumbling into something intelligible, trying to convince little Rose so say little things like “mama” or “papa”, but most of the time all she could get from her was a bunch of giggles and some monosyllabic sounds.
Mrs. Potts had also been a great enthusiastic when it came of trying to teach the youngest member of the family to talk, just like Rumple and even Gideon, however Rose was all about unexpected moments. Just like her mama, she was the only one who decided when was the right time to do something. So, when her brother pulled the bear away from her for what must have been the tenth time that day, she furrowed, stretching her little arms in his direction with that distressed look in her eyes which indicated that if she didn’t get what she wanted soon, she was going to start screaming, but what slipped through her mouth, was something way more delighting than a whine.
"Gigi!"
Rumplestiltskin stopped his work at the wheel and looked directly at the place where his family was nestled together, with wide eyes, a smile stretching on his lips. The imp wasn’t sure if he had heard it right, however his ears most never wronged themselves and that new voice in the hall, was something so beautiful and sweet that could have only come from this tiny special being he loved so very much.
"Her first word," the Dark One contemplated.
Belle squealed happily, kissing Rose's cheek repeatedly and hugging her tight.
"Oh, baby, this is sweet."
"Gigi," Rose repeated, pointing at her brother.
A frown formed on Gideon's face. He didn't understand why his father was standing up and coming to join his mother in spoiling Rose, because of this stupid word, as it sounded terribly silly to him.
"This is not my name," he protested. "Gigi is not even a boy's name!"
"Darling, she doesn't know how to speak Gideon yet, but she is trying." Belle explained touching his cheek. "You should feel special, because out of every first word your little sister could have chosen to speak, she called you."
His brown eyes fixed on Rose's ones, and a small smile took him as he heard how she kept babbling the same word over and over again. He needed to admit she was very cute and the babyish way she kept doing everything was just too adorable to be ignored, which was probably why his father was looking astonished at her as he picked Rose from his mother’s arms, mumbling joyful words to her.
Belle also appeared to be very proud and he wondered if they were that happy when he spoke his first word too, but knowing his parents, Gideon was pretty sure that they were probably as happier as they were now when it was him, learning those small things. He offered the bear to Rose and the baby girl lifted it to her mouth sucking at its stuffed ear, leaving it soaked with saliva. A grimace appeared in the boy’s face, as he thought it probably wouldn’t be wise to hold the bear again before someone washed it for him, but Gideon couldn’t help feeling happy with the scene in front of him.
Moving the little girl to only one arm, Rumplestiltskin brushed his son’s hair away from his face, smiling at him as his wife leaned her head against his chest.
"Are you feeling special now, my boy?" He asked.
"I do." Gideon admitted.
#rumbelle fic#mine#writing#rumplestiltskin#belle french#rumbelle#flicket#Dynasty Verse#dark castle#family fluff
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June is here! and so is Inukag week 💕💕💕
You have no idea what @witchygirl99 and @neutronstarchild have come up with, or perhaps you know...
Flickets! flickets for everyone ✨🎉 . You are going to love them all!
And even if that is no amazing news with big authors teaming up to treat us all, they have commisioned artists to make pieces for each 2021-promp (click if you are curious of each promp)
So get ready!
Here I have a sneak peak! for the promp Promise
Authors: @witchygirl99 and @neutronstarchild
But which is which?, who knows! hehe.
Teaser 1:
It was stupid. Inuyasha knew that it was stupid. Camellias bloomed in early spring everywhere except for the high mountains. And it was currently late spring. But Kagome liked flowers, and camellias were the only flowers that would do.
Teaser 2:
“What are you doing here?” he demanded. She showed him the flowers with a secret smile and let him lead her back. When she left for good, he was unsurprised to find the flowers back in the vase.
Featuring ✨
@hopidoodle , @noether3, @wolfcry77, @nartista, @kalcia @mamabearcat
Can’t wait to see all the pieces with the stories!!!
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I’m ready for Niall to break my heart into a million pieces....
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You probably have been asked this before and you probably are tired af of me but I was rereading the flicket about the pregnancy scare and was wondering if you would mind giving us a little insight of how things would have turned out to be if the test had been positive? If you are feeling it, of course!
If I had a dollar for every time someone said "You've probably been asked this before..." and it's a question that no one has ever thought to ask, I would not need to slave away as a redbull addict.
Ahh you, the creator of the Bridgerton Diaries cinematic universe? I could never be fed up of you.
An AU of an AU? Girl this is becoming my specialty.
(If you missed Anthony and Kate's pregnancy scare in the A Slamming Screen Door Verse it's here)
So now I guess here's the not scare?
Nausea of course, seemed to be constantly pushing at the back of Kate's throat these days, morning sickness seemed to bleed into all day, but really, that wasn't the reason why her stomach was heaving as she sat in Anthony's car outside her parent's house.
"We don't have to do this today, Katie." He said gently, squeezing her hand.
"We do." She said firmly, much more so than she felt. Unbuckling her seatbelt with a sigh. "I don't want them to think I'm keeping this from them. I'm not ashamed of it, Anthony."
And really, she wasn't. Maybe it was ridiculous, at 19, with your boyfriend just turned twenty a few months ago, to know how you were going to spend the rest of your life. Kate knew she would spend the rest of her life with Anthony Bridgerton, and from the minute she'd found out about the tiny life they'd created together she had wanted. Though she'd sat with Anthony and cried. Cried for the life they'd both have to give up, a future they'd never have now. Anthony had said, reasonably What do you want to do? no judgement, no expectations, as though this was really her choice to make. And as much as this wasn't the right time, wasn't the way she'd imagined them, very vaguely, starting a family, she'd known that it wasn't a mistake. As much as she strongly supported the right women had to do whatever they wanted with their bodies this was what she wanted to do with hers.
"I'm not ashamed either. I love you." Anthony said, the same soft smile he'd had on his face since he'd found out. She knew, no matter what the circumstances, he was thrilled to be a father, even if the argument still hung between them.
Anthony held her hand tightly as they walked to the front door, anxiety thrumming away as she pushed the door open.
"Peanut is that you?" Her Dad's voice called down the hall as soon as they were inside, her stomach rolling at the nickname, God knows how much longer he would want to call her that.
"Who else would it be Dad?" She called back, smiling anyway.
"Could have been your sister, she's at the library." Her Dad's gentle smile appeared in the doorway of the Kitchen. "Come on, Mary's making dinner." He wrapped his arms tightly Kate as she slipped into the kitchen, her heart aching, nerves rolling her stomach as she stepped aside.
"Anthony." He was greeted firmly, "Didn't know you were coming today." Her Dad said suspiciously, it was unusual, them being home at the same time, in term time. Kate could see the look that filtered between her Dad and Mary. They knew something was wrong already.
"Katie, sweetheart, sit down, you look pale. I'll make you a snack." Mary said, bustling around her with a tight hug. Anthony hovered anxiously behind her as she sat on the stool at the breakfast bar. Kate's stomach lurched at the thought of food.
"No Mary, I'm okay." She said gently, her voice wavering slightly as she clenched her fists at her sides. She could feel Anthony's hand on her back, soothing circles.
"I was visiting my parents anyway, Mr. Sheffield, just so happened that Katie was coming to Town anyway." Anthony lied smoothly.
"Is Edwina going to be home for dinner?" It wasn't what Kate was really asking. Will Edwina be home soon? But no one seemed to want to correct her. Mary was looking at her rather too astutely, the same way she'd had since Kate had been a little girl. Like being xrayed.
"She will be." Her father said gently, staring astutely at her. and then he seemed to sigh. "Katie if you're getting married. You can just tell us. I promise we'll be happy for you."
And jesus, of all the things he had to ask why did it have to be that? Anthony flinched behind her. He'd asked her, of course he had, because Anthony Bridgerton did the right thing, always. That included marrying his pregnant girlfriend. But as much as she'd wanted to pull him into her arms and cry Yes! She hadn't. Because the thought of having a ring on her finger just because he felt guilty was almost too much to bear. They'd had the biggest argument they'd ever had, both of them furious.
"So you want to break up?!"
"No! Of Course not!"
"You just don't want to marry me?" He'd looked so hurt when he said it, his face burned into the back of her eyes.
"I want to marry you more than anything but I don't want you to ask me out of guilt!" And he hadn't had a retort for that apparently. Just been left, holding the ring out towards her helplessly, tears streaming down his face.
Kate felt tears sting at her eyes at the memory now.
"I'm not getting married." She managed to gasp out, Anxiety clawing at her stomach, clinging to the last moments when her Dad would look at her like she could do no worng, like she was important. Anthony hand was still firm on her back, as she gasped out "I am Pregnant though."
Mary gasp loudly, her hand covering her mouth, dinner abandoned. Her Dad's mouth dropped open, Surprised as silence engulfed the kitchen. She closed her eyes as the tears started to fall.
"I'm so sorry, Dad I know this isn't-" She felt arms wrap tightly around her, but they weren't Anthony's.
"Is that all, Peanut? We thought it was something serious."
Kate's eyes flew open, Her Dad was smiling gently down at her, tears in his eyes. Mary had Anthony in a death grip of a hug across the kitchen.
"I'm not saying the timing is ideal." He said pointedly, "But sweetheart, how could I ever be disappointed by a baby?" He said the word as though it was the most incredible thing. "Your child is going to be the most incredible child that's ever lived. Even if Anthony is the father." He jerked his head back in Anthony's direction, though he still had a grin on his face. Kate couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up in chest.
Anthony barely had it in him to look indignant as her father slapped him on the back.
"Now Anthony, son. Just because you're giving me a beautiful grandbaby does not mean I'm going to forgive you for that shirt. Disgusting mate." He said gesturing at Anthony's Star Wars> Star Trek shirt.
#a slamming screen door au#kathony#anthony x kate#anthony bridgerton#kate sheffield#kate sharma#teen pregnancy#kind of#molly's asks and answers
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Okay so this might be long but here we go:
Bridgertons Murder Mystery Party. I like the idea of making this regency when murder mysteries weren't even a thing and everyone would be confused as to why they are gathered in a house to solve a murder while pretending to be someone else but modern times could be just as fun. Obviously, it would be Hyacinth throwing the party.
Dress as your partner party. Honestly so many headcanons for this. If you are interested dm me. Daphne is the one throwing this party. This would be a crackfic for reasons.
A portray of Mr. Sharma/Sheffield. Flickets of his life, relationships and ultimate death. I also have headcanons for this one.
A ghost/writer Philoise AU. Eloise, a famous dark academia writer, moves in to an abandoned Romney Hall hoping to gain inspiration for her latest book. Once there she meets this handsome stranger. The only problem? He seems to be confined in the greenhouse. She starts researching and slowly uncovers the secret study of Romney Hall.
What if Franchael AU. Michael doesn't leave for India but he doesn't make a move on Francesca either. She gets a suitor and things happen.
Mary dies while Anthony is in his "I don't love my wife" phase.
The I hate You Kathony AU I posted about.
This was supposed to be the second chapter of The Subtle Art but Anthony and Kate fall in love through the years but it is never quite the right time. They need to grow individually in order to be at a place where both of them want the same. It would involve scenes of them over the years, short stories of how they bumped into each other on the street on a rainy day and spend the night loving each other in a hotel before returning to their lives or how they spent a week away in a corner of the world where they could be just themselves a couple years later. They marry other people, they have kids with other people. And when they are in their forties they finally find each other at the right time.
A Hyreth meet cute in which she keeps stealing his spot at the local coffeeshop and he takes revenge by eating the last piece of cake. It becomes a competition.
This was my idea for Anthony Week but I don't know if i can deliver it. Pregnant Charlotte seeking the comfort of her father. Anthony reflecting on his life and the different moments with his oldest daughter and she is about to become a mother. Also dread because childbirth was one of the main mortality causes for women. I have headcanons here too.
Flowershop/Tea Salon AU for Franchel and Philoise. With childhood penpals and parallels of how they could have met sooner because they were at the same place at the same time.
Grecy as a foster family trying their best to bring happiness to those kids. Very soft.
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Since today is Chris Evans birthday, and my baby sister Errin’s 13th🎂, I may make him a him a birthday flicket. 500 words or more will do. I just gotta plan it out.
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@unbreakablewidow
cont. { x }
All of this happened very unexpectedly. He remembers attending a gala of some sort, then there’s a cut, and the next thing his brain can put together he waks up in a dark alleyway with three dead bodies around him.
It wasn’t like he was hiding on purpose - everything that happened seemed a bit too much and he needed to get away, so he DID - without telling anyone. The weeks have passed and, somehow, he has grown more accustomed to this. The gentle but constant burn in his stomach, only sedated by a sip of human BLOOD.
He didn’t hear Natasha when she approached him - she’s always been very good at just appearing out of nowhere. At her question, he stilled immediately, tilting his head back a moment later to meet Natasha’s gaze. He lets go of the guy’s neck, tongue flicketing to clean any of the remaining blood. He takes a second to study Natasha’s face before looking back at the guy. Eyes fixed on the other man for a moment before he says, “You’ll be a GOOD BOY and go straight home. You won’t remember this, now go get some well needed sleep.” And just like that, life comes back into his seemingly still victim, before he walks away not giving Tony a second look.
“Hello, Nat.” He says casually, a shadow of a smile forming on his face. “It’s a little... unexpected--- THE CHANGE, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.” He continues with a sigh.
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Can't move without whispering can't whisper without unraveling snake
I've become
a stinging sinuous green-black body my best protection
lying beneath the earth or coiled in the jowl of a cave can't move without first
clenching each dark inch of muscle
and the flicket
of tongue from a humorless mouth my small eyes
quartz-dull in feathering dirt
See how the flowers
stammer around me?
I leave my desiccate husk in your garden
somewhere between dead
and living swelled with
what I've swallowed whole Something like grief
My fate to be pure throat
My fate to be
harmed and I harm with my hunger
for new forms Watch me bunch and release in the wet grass
to make my passage
In the sliding mist I sinew and ribbon
finding my body repeatedly as a river must
to remain
a river
dissolving upon entry into a thrashing reptilian sea
The Molting by Alessandra Lynch
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To calm these nerves. Photos by Łucja S. on flicket
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