#i hope i do finish them! the adventures of the adults and kids are not over yet!
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Been working on this for a long long time and I finally reached a point that I'm happy with it. I hope Simmers who are also big Nintendo fans like this.
Shout-out to @tomatomagica/@sims4niya for helping me out with making certain goals and just looking over the rules in general. :)
UPDATE: Slightly changed the goals in Gen 8, please reblog this version.
General Rules:
No cheats unless otherwise stated in generation rules, needed to reset a sim, or for decoration/building purposes.
Mods are okay, provided they do not give you an unfair advantage. What constitutes an unfair advantage is up to you.
Complete each generation's Aspiration
Above all, have fun. If that means continuing onto the next generation without finishing all of the previous gen goals, that’s okay.
(Generations beyond the cut)
Generation 1 Animal Crossing:
Traits: Loves Outdoors/Outgoing/Maker
Aspiration: Curator
You have moved into a new town with nothing but the clothes on your back. Well at least Mr. Nook was nice enough to give you a new home even with the work you'll have to do to pay him off. It’ll be tough but you’ve quite the knack for building and your neighbors seem more than happy to cheer you on.
Move into an empty lot and build a small house. (Optional: Make your house a Tiny Home Residential lot and choose what tier to work with from there.)
After one day, move two single townie sims into your neighborhood and become friends with them (If one of them becomes your founder’s spouse, make a new neighbor to move into their old house.)
Neither the founder nor spouse will hold a job, they will make money via at home activities like painting, fishing, etc.
Have a room to display your collections
At the end of every sim week, use cheats or mods to remove half of your household funds (to pay off your debt to Mr. Nook) until both your sim and their spouse reach the adult stage.
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Generation 2 Splatoon:
Traits: Creative/Dance Machine/Party Animal
Aspiration: Famous Celebrity
Despite your humble beginnings, you always dreamed big. You were often found drawing outfits from fashion magazines or singing along to your favorite pop idols or doing cool poses for selfies at the pool. Once you became a teen, you started taking little steps to join that glamorous world.
Become a simfluencer as a teen
Move to San Myshuno or Del Sol Valley once you become a Young Adult
Reach the top of the Style Influencer career (Trendsetter branch)
Host a party once every sim week
Either become or marry a merperson. Heir however must be just a sim.
Max out painting, dancing, and singing skills
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Generation 3 Legend of Zelda:
Traits: Good/Adventurous/Music Lover
Aspiration: Jungle Explorer
Everyone expected you to become a spoiled brat but thankfully you turned out to be a good kid with a love for music and a dream of exploring far-off ancient ruins. You make a friend who supports you all the way but you also make an enemy constantly getting in your way.
Make a friend as a child or teen, become BFFs with them, and stay that way for as long as either sim lives (friend can be a future spouse)
As a child or teen become enemies with one sim and stay enemies for as long as either sim lives. Win at least five fights with them. (Optional: Have this sim be an evil sim)
Max out the Archaeology skill and one instrument skill
Complete the Ancient Omiscan Artifacts Collection
Get the “Brave” reward trait
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Generation 4 Earthbound:
Traits: Goofball/Active/Geek
Aspiration: Friend of the World
Because of your parent’s travels, you never lived in one spot for too long. Despite that, you still liked making new friends and finding ways to keep in touch. And you learned to appreciate the magic in every world… figurative and literal.
Live in four different worlds before becoming a young adult
Make three friends and create a club with them (Optional: Make these friends as a child and grow up together)
Max out photography and comedy skills
Become a spellcaster as a teen and work on reaching the top rank
Complete the Postcard Collection
Adopt a dog when your first kid becomes a child
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Generation 5 Pokemon:
Traits: Dog (or Cat) Lover (Animal Enthusiast)/Vegetarian/Socially Awkward
Aspiration: Friend of the Animals or Country Caretaker
Ever since you were little, you were obsessed with animals and even got along better with them than people. Your friends blame your childhood obsession with Voidcritters (even if some of them weren't really animals). When you grew up, you knew you were going to surround yourself with animals.
Complete the Voidcritters Collection
Adopt at least eight pets over your lifetime including at least one stray.
Have both cats and dogs
Open a Vet Clinic (pokemon center) and get it to five stars
Max out Veterinary and pet training skills
OR
Complete Voidcritters Collection
Adopt a fox or raccoon
Have at least one of each farm animal (chickens, cow, and llamas)
Win first place in each animal fair in Henford-On-Bagley
Learn all the animal treat recipes
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Generation 6 Mario:
Heir 1 Traits: Family Oriented/Bro/Loyal
Heir 2 Traits: Squeamish/Clumsy/Bro
Heir 1 Aspiration: Nerd Brain
Heir 2 Aspiration: Mansion Baron
You and your sibling were as thick as thieves growing up and neither of you really liked the idea of one of you moving away so they stuck around. But that doesn’t mean they don’t have their own adventures.
Chose two siblings to serve as Double Heirs, they do not need to be twins
Both heirs take a part time job as Manual Laborers until one of them gets married then the married one joins the Doctor career
The other heir maxes out the Medium skill and becomes a Paranormal Investigator
Both heirs max out Handiness skill
One heir unlocks Sylvan Glade and the other unlocks Forgotten Grotto
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Generation 7 Kirby:
Traits: Foodie (or Glutton)/Cheerful/Childish
Aspiration: Renaissance Sim
You grew up in a very supportive environment with family members encouraging you to try a little bit of everything. You liked helping your family cook but you also discovered a love for acting from trying so many different hats. At that point, you decided that you were gonna be a superstar!
Join Drama Club as a child or teen
Max out the Cooking, Gourmet Cooking, and acting skills
Reach the top of the Actor career
Reach pristine public image
Gain the People Person lifestyle
Once you become an elder, retire from acting and open a business selling cooked meals.
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Generation 8 Metroid:
Traits: Loner/Unflirty/Noncommittal
Aspiration: Strangerville Mystery
While your parent enjoyed the spotlight, you preferred to keep to yourself with exercising and star gazing. As soon as you were able to, you moved out into your own place in a quiet out of the way town called Strangerville. However it seems your wish for a normal quiet life wasn’t meant to be.
Max out body and wellness skills
Reach the sixth level of the Astronaut career and quit after one shift.
Only take odd jobs after quitting your career
Have an alien child (feel free to cheat/mod to get an abduction or to get a female sim alien pregnant)
Gain the Techie lifestyle
Never marry
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Generation 9 Pikmin:
Traits: Hot headed/Overachiever/Genius
Aspiration: Freelance Botanist
Despite your alien heritage, you adored the world you grew up in but that isn’t to say you had no interest in the stars. You enjoyed helping out at the school greenhouse along with watching for comets and UFOs on weekends. It didn’t take long before you started to wonder if there was a way to combine your love for both worlds.
Join Scouts as a child
Master gardening and rocket science skills
Visit Sixam and befriend three different colored aliens
Complete the Geode and Space rock collections
Find all three alien plants on Sixam and plant them in your garden (Do NOT buy them in Henford-On-Bagley)
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Generation 10 Fire Emblem:
Traits: Bookworm/Proper/Ambitious
Aspiration: Leader of the Pack
Growing up, you admired stories of brave knights and kind heroes. While you eventually outgrew the fairy tales, you still wanted to help people like the brave hero kings and queens in the stories.Thus together with your closest friends, you decide to try to make a positive difference in the world.
If a sim dies, you cannot plead with the Grim Reaper nor can you resurrect them in any way
Max out Charisma, writing, and research & debate skills
Reach the top of the Political Career (Politician branch)
Form a club (forming an army) and eventually build up to recruiting eight members
Marry a member of your club (and if they aren’t already, have them join the military career)
Write a Bestseller Fantasy book
If you give the challenge a shot, either @ me or tag "NintendoLegacyChallenge"
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Dad Hood - part 8
‘So, he just showed up in your appartement?’
Tim was still confused how Danny ended up in Jason’s care. At least he wasn’t the only one, as Jason still doesn’t know either. And of course this was the one thing Danny’s memory kept failing him on.
‘I told you, one moment I was alone, and the next he was just sitting on the floor. I don’t know how he didn’t set off any alarms.’
The brothers were both looking at Danny, who was playing with his stuffed bunny, none the wiser to their conversation. That was boring adult stuff, and the adventures of Mr. Bun-Bun were much more interesting.
‘You don’t think he could’ve teleported inside, do you?’
Jason took another swing of his beer. ‘Honestly, the kid pulls a new power out of his ass every other day. If he did, it wouldn’t surprise me.’
They were waiting. Tim had convinced Jason that they needed go talk to Talia and get more information from her. The DNA-test wasn’t as useful as Jason had hoped, but knowing for certain that Talia was involved gave them a new lead to follow. Tim had managed to find out which LoA base Talia was in at the moment, but that had left one problem to figure out.
‘How long do you think it’ll take for him to get here?’
There was no way Jason was bringing Danny along to a LoA base. Apart from the obvious dangers like the ninja’s, Jason didn’t want Danny anywhere near a Lazarus Pit. The kid had enough of that stuff in his system as is. Knowing Danny, he’d say something about spicy soup and slurp the whole thing up with a straw! Well, maybe not, but it wouldn’t surprise Jason if that did happen.
‘Should be any moment now. It’s only 3 days, can’t take that long to pack a suitcase for that.’
So in short, Tim and Jason were leaving for the LoA base, and Danny stayed here. That meant:
‘Hey, I’m here! What’s the emergency? Where are we going?’
Nightwing climbed through the window behind Tim and Jason. Dragging a suitcase clumsily through the window, he toppled over once it popped through. The noise had startled Danny, who had promptly gone invisible.
‘Hey, Dick! Glad you could finally make it.’ Tim stood up from the couch to help Dick up.
‘Yeah, yeah. In case you didn’t know traffic out of Blüdhaven is always the worst. Plus I had to change out into my suit on the way. So, what’s the problem. Must be pretty serious if Tim was willing to cash in his blackmail.’ Dick stretches his legs, before dropping down on the couch as well.
Jason stands up and gathers the supplies he had set out. ‘We’re having a bit of a problem with my case. So we’re heading to Egypt, where Talia is setting up another LoA base and interrogate her.’
Dick stands up as well. ‘So, we’re going to Egypt? But you guys told me to bring regular clothes. It sounded like a Gotham mission?’
Tim puts his hand on Dick’s shoulder, pushing him back on the couch. ‘No, Dick. Me and Jason are going to Egypt. You’re staying right here.’ Tim took his own bag and headed to the window.
Dick was now very confused. ‘Hold on. You’re cashing in your blackmail and pulled me all the way from Blüdhaven, just so I could house-sit for Jason?’
Jason smirked. Knowing instinctively where Danny was, he picked the invisible boy up and turned back to Dick. Tickling the kid to make him drop his invisibility, Jason showed Danny to Dick.
‘Nope! Not house-sitting. You’re baby-sitting!’
That had been 3 nights ago. Dick was looking at the kid. It had been just three nights. Three nights! And Dick was already at his wits end. Danny was a meta, and a wild one! No, not wild. Just, a lot to handle. Jason had just left him, only leaving a notebook and the food in the fridge! Sure, he had already been tired. He had just finished a case, but not yet had the time to rest. Danny had immediately jumped on Dick, asking all sorts of questions.
‘Uncle Dick, what are these?’
Dick immediately rushed to get his Ecrisma sticks out of the 5-year-old’s hands.
‘Those are my weapons. Don’t touch them, they are very dangerous!’
He swears this kid has the survival instinct of a hamster. Knives, sockets, if it was dangerous Danny wanted to know all about it. And he was the type of kid that wanted to touch EVERYTHING.
‘Uncle Dick, why do you dress like that?’
Now that was uncalled for. His clothes were just fine. He wasn't even wearing his uniform, just regular clothes! Maybe the superman logo on his hoodie threw the kid off?
‘This is just my hoodie. I just like Superman, that’s all.’
Dick hadn’t even gotten the time to skim the notebook. Instead he had asked Danny about his allergies, likes and dislikes. That’s probably all that was in there anyway. As long as he didn’t poison the kid everything would be fine.
‘Uncle Dick, what does daddy do for a job?’
Dick rubbed his temples. How does he tell that to a kid? At the end of the day, Jason has killed a lot of people, and still does.
‘He- uh, he puts bad people in the ground.’
Ok, he shouldn’t have said that. Luckily it didn’t seem like Danny dwelled on it too much. Now, if Dick could just get him to sleep, then maybe Dick could-
‘Uncle Dick, what is this?’
Rushing to pull his grappling hook out of Danny’s hands, Dick knew he needed a plan. Danny was most likely bored. With that white hair and glow that Dick had noticed when he turned the lights off, Danny most likely hadn’t been able to leave the appartement. The kid must be climbing up the walls. That gave Dick an idea that hopefully allow Danny to burn off some excess energy.
‘Uncle Dick, when will da-’
‘Hey Danny, do you want to go somewhere fun?’
Thinking no one would be here in the middle of the night, Danny and Nightwing arrived at the playpark. Due to Danny glowing and being an obvious meta, Dick had opted for wearing his Nightwing uniform and giving Danny a spare domino mask. Danny immediately flew to the slide. Seeing that Danny was more than happy to just play, Nightwing sat down on a bench. He was exhausted.
Why had Jason not warned him the kid was a meta? Dick couldn’t take his eyes off Danny for a second! Danny would fly up only to drop down, so Dick needed to catch him. If Danny had too much sugar he would fly around the appartement with breakneck speed, making Dick pray he didn’t fly into something. If Danny didn’t want to go to bed, he’d turn invisible and Dick would be searching for hours! Right as he was finally relaxing a bit, Dick suddenly heard a sound he and his family were acutely aware off.
‘Help!’
Knowing someone was in trouble, Nightwing knew he had to help. But he had to watch Danny! Seeing Danny happily play, he made a decision. One he knew he was going to regret.
‘Danny, I need to go and help someone. Promise me that you’ll stay right here, ok? I’ll be right back!’
Danny gave him a thumbs up, and kept playing with Mr. Bun-Bun on the slide. Nightwing ran to the source of the scream, leaving Danny in the park. He could do this, it’s only be a minute!
Danny was looking at Nightwing leaving, when he noticed something in the other direction. Promise forgotten, he got up and was determined to make a new friend tonight.
A few minutes later, Nightwing was running back. Just a stupid mugger trying to steal a lady’s handbag. He could’ve let the police handle it, but that’s the beauty of hindsight. It didn’t matter, he was almost back at the playpark. Almost back to-
‘Danny?’
Danny was nowhere to be found.
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My Borrowed Son | 16 | Friends and Curiosities
Chapter Sixteen | Friends and Curiosities
Parker couldn’t believe it. Within such a short amount of time, he suddenly had a dozen followers and friends on his page.
Sure, he didn’t know them personally, but everyone was welcoming and polite – two things he was eager to report to his mom when she expressed concern. The miniscule boy also made sure his mom knew he was being safe, not giving out too much personal information, and that the topic of his condition hadn’t even been brought up.
One person commented on his profile picture being interesting, which was a picture of Parker standing in front of his computer screen, but he just explained it was a background and that he wanted to showcase the platform he was publishing on. Karl was the kid’s name, and evidently he and Parker were the same age.
All in all, Parker was pleased with his interactions and the people he was meeting. Lots of them had advice and things for him to check out, and he liked all of the things he was seeing.
There were sketches of space and vast mountains as well as the everyday interactions. There were hundreds of stories from writers just like him.
It felt nice. It felt like some kind of community with people supporting and helping one another. A sense of satisfaction filled the young teen every time he checked his notifications and saw he was getting the chance to meet someone new.
“Just look here, mom,” said Parker eagerly as he showed his mom the latest post he made. “It has almost fifteen likes!” He looked up into his mom’s features and saw her beaming with pride.
“That’s so great, Parker,” she complemented. “Are you going to post your latest story from Mr. Tamplin’s class?”
“I… think so. I don’t know yet though. It doesn’t feel done,” he replied, feeling his cheeks getting warm. The latest story he came up with for Mr. Tamplin’s class was a fiction fantasy story about a sprite named Tal’el. It essentially was his backstory for the Dungeons and Dragons campaign he and his friends started.
Basically, he was a small fairy-like person who was a poison master for his people until he decided he wanted to go out adventuring and exploring. The Dungeon Game Master said it was fine if he played a smaller character, thankfully not questioning why he would want to do such a thing and found a special class for him to play as.
The story actually won a young adult author award for his class and Parker had Mr. Tamplin to thank since it was he who tutored him through his writing slumps. He was now refining it for his literature class.
“Well, don’t be scared to post it sweetie. You’re such a great writer and can do whatever you set your mind to,” encouraged his mom. “Now before you get sucked into checking your notifications, finish your homework and get ready for bed. You have a long day tomorrow.”
“Yes, momma,” Parker replied, rolling his screen back into place in the main area. The structure walls rumbled as his mom closed the outside walls to his home. It was hard to believe it had been a whole month since he “moved in” to this new space.
Parker loved it, in a weird way.
Not to sound ungrateful, but having his own space to roam around, especially in a space that felt suited to him, made him feel just a little bit normal. He liked that he was usually at eye-level with his mom instead of having her loom over him. Just the thought made him shudder involuntarily, and he wasn’t sure why.
It made him feel guilty every time the sensation seized him.
But, now was not the time to dwell on that. It was time for bed.
Parker walked into his room and rummaged through his dresser to find his oversized space t-shirt and elastic band sleep shorts. Then, he went back to the computer and finished submitting his assignments. The words filled the page and Parker hoped that his paper on the evolution of technology was going to be good enough to get him the grade he needed.
Parker’s other assignments were a breeze. Math was simple enough and the biology project about documenting the growth of plants was going smoothly. It was his other project, his story for his literature course, that he was worried about. It was his same story that he was using for his channel, but it was more a mild fear of rejection and lack of perfection.
His online friends liked it, but would his teacher? His followers?
Parker sighed and leaned against the wall before slinking down further into the chair. His eyes focused on the blinking line in front of him as he stared at the end of the fifth chapter he had been editing. Something about this story felt particularly personal, but Parker remembered hearing once about how writers put more of themselves than they’re aware of when they’re making characters and stories.
Perhaps this was just part of that feeling?
The teen sighed and stretched when, suddenly, his lights flickered up above him.
Confusion injected itself into his mind as he stared at the wired lights on the ceiling. His eyes flicked over to the wall switch.
Perhaps just a fluke?
The notion was dismissed when the lights flickered two more times, all of his lights dimming and glowing systematically.
Something raised the hair on the back of Parker’s neck. He felt like he was on pins and needles, the anticipation of a drop while suspended in mid-air. Cautiously, the curious teen stood up and walked over to the switch, examining it closely.
It was still up and wasn’t jiggling or loose.
The lights flickered again.
It felt like he was in a spooky movie, of which Parker had only ever seen one in his life along with a couple of older “thrillers” like Alien and Jaws. Even those movies were censored because his mom didn’t want him to get too spooked.
Was there something wrong with the plug?
Parker glanced at the window at the back by the stairs and, just for a moment, he could have sworn he saw something.
It looked like the quick flick of a shadow.
It was quick and Parker wasn’t even sure if he knew what he saw. He did just step out of his room after all, and he had been staring at his computer screen, which he knew sometimes made shadows appear when there weren’t any.
He held deathly still, his entire body locking up like a perfect figurine. His body fell naturally into the position as he slowly crouched and laid his hand against the floor, as if he could detect any trembling or motion.
He didn’t get a chance to investigate for long though. Before he could make his way to the stairs in his crouched position, there was a knock on the table that made Parker nearly jump out of his skin.
“Parker? Are you going to bed soon?” Parker’s entire body shivered as he pushed himself upright and heaved in a few deep breaths. Every nerve in his body felt electrified. While his heart continued to thrum rapidly, he cleared his throat and called over his shoulder to his mom as the sides of the walls began to open.
“Y-y-yeah, mom. I’m ready for bed,” said Parker. He glanced up at the lights stayed on without the slightest hint of a flicker. The walls opened fully and, instantly, Parker saw his mom’s brow furrow quizzically.
“Everything okay? You look a bit pale,” she said. The maternal instinct in Amanda kicked in and she reached forward and pressed the tip of her finger against Parker’s forehead. He shied away from it, which was typical teenage behavior, but something else felt off about Parker that Amanda couldn’t quite place.
“Y-yeah. I’m fine. I just…” Parker stopped short. It felt like something physically squirmed in his mind, preventing him from saying something about the shadow and the lights. He shook the notion loose, confused as to why this instinct flared up in him, and proceeded with his thought. “I just saw the lights flicker and got spooked.”
“Oh?” Amanda replied as she glanced over and looked down at the power strip that fed electricity into Parker’s Place. Nothing looked off about it to her, but she still knelt and glanced around the ground.
Still nothing.
“Well,” she sighed as she stood and walked back over to the front of Parker’s tiny home. “I don’t see anything. It looks like it’s all plugged in, but we’ll check on it tomorrow. Okay? For now, it’s bedtime.”
“Yes, momma,” replied Parker as he walked up to the edge and accepted the kiss on his torso that his mom gave him. With that, Amanda smiled and watched as Parker curled under the blankets, forming an almost imperceptible lump in the bed. “Goodnight momma. I love you.”
“I love you too, Parker. Sweet dreams my love.” Amanda closed the walls and secured them tightly before tiptoeing out of the room and to her own room to turn in for the night.
Just in the other room, Parker laid there with his heart still fluttering nervously. Everything in him was still on edge, and the curiosity of what was going on with his lights was really bothering him. Parker enjoyed a good mystery or puzzle, but he generally liked ones he could solve.
This one wasn’t solved yet.
For what felt like a couple of hours, Parker tossed and turned in his bed as a mixture of homework assignments and curiosities about the power outlet swirled like a mist in his mind. The more the young teen thought, the more it annoyed him that he didn’t have the answers.
He had had enough.
Parker pushed himself up and decided to go and check out the source of the flickering lights. If it was a cable going bad or possibly the breaker being loose, he needed to get a new one as soon as possible. It would be terrible if he was in class and his power went out. His mom said they would do it in the morning, but Parker knew himself; and he knew he couldn’t sleep if he didn’t at least go and see it for himself.
He couldn’t afford to not check it out with his presentation tomorrow.
The teen stepped noiselessly through his house and exited the front door. As he walked around, he noticed a few things that just seemed, in a word, natural.
Sound was amplified. The darkness in the corners of the room seemed brighter. He could feel every tremble in the desk from his footsteps.
As he made it outside, a choice presented itself to him. For a moment, he considered going down the climbing line he installed himself on the backside of the desk.
But he knew if he slipped on the rope and got hurt, which he never did, his mom would make him take down the line.
He decided to risk it.
It was late. She was asleep. Parker was as sure footed as a goat and knew he would be fine all the way down. The temptation was also too great for the teen to resist. Plus, it would be a lot faster.
There was something about the experience that was, in a word, liberating. The free fall. The catch. The feel of the rope in between his fingers.
It felt natural.
The urge to climb and fall and hide never failed to fascinate parker. Whether it was something his condition genetically programmed him to do so or if it was some personality trait he possessed, he didn’t know.
What he did know was the sensation was addictive and he was itching for a good climb.
Parker snagged the line in between his fingers and leaned over the edge of the desk. There was a mild sense of vertigo that swelled inside him, but he loved it. The weightlessness seized him as he let himself slip over the edge, hands and feet firmly in place and secured on the line.
The line burned against the teen’s palms and against his legs as he quickly descended. It felt like something a secret agent would do, and it felt epic.
The moment Parker’s feet hit the ground, he felt himself instinctually look around and crouch low. Silently, he stepped across the planks of wood that constructed the floor and walked toward the power strip that was only a few feet away. The whole thing was four times Parker’s size, but he navigated through the wires with ease.
His hands worked quickly to check the buttons and reset panels, and the teen could find nothing wrong with any of it.
Perhaps something is up with the electrical cover in the wall? Parker wondered silently. He jumped over the stiff cord that led to the wall and approached the trim on the wall which had small notches in it, so he didn’t need to snag a ladder.
As he approached, Parker noticed something by the very base of the electrical cover that made his hair stand on end.
It was a drill bit.
Flat head.
It was a tad bit rusty, and Parker didn’t recognize it from his mom’s kit that she used to help construct his space. He approached and picked it up, realizing it wasn’t as heavy as he thought it would be. In his hands, it was about twice the size of the drill that his mom used, and he realized he could probably carry it around easy enough; but where did it come from?
I don’t think this is mom’s drill bit. How’d it get here?
Parker glanced up at the electrical cover and felt his heart skip a beat as he noticed the screw for the wall socket was protruding from the wall ever so slightly.
His entire body was shaking now, but he wasn’t sure why.
Had his mom messed with the electrical cover with some old tools that she forgot about?
It didn’t seem like her.
Parker stepped up on the trim, balancing precariously and using the cord to stabilize himself, as he pushed on the very bottom of the electrical cover.
With almost no effort, the piece wiggled free and the screw clattered to the ground. The end looked a lot shorter than the others. He knew because he helped his mom replace the covers a few weeks ago.
The young teen took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he dared to peek inside. Engulfing darkness belonging to the wall consumed his vision. There was something exciting and enticing about the darkness in front of him.
It felt, in a word, familiar.
But why?
Parker felt his head beginning to throb as his mind stirred some fragmented memory, but it was hazy and distant.
What really set the teen on edge, however, was when he dared to push himself up onto the ledge to peer better into the wall and noticed something else that made his insides fill with nervous energy.
There was something that looked like a pencil mark. Two lines with a triangle on top followed by a little check mark on the inside. To Parker, it looked like a kid’s drawing of a house with a check mark inside of it.
Was this something his mom did?
Or was this some kind of construction mark?
What was this?
What did it mean?
The teen stared at the marks and then back to the darkness of the wall. Just like the shadows of the room when he stepped out of his house, the looming abyss of those narrow spaces between the walls didn’t seem very dark. It almost seemed inviting.
There was something about that confined space between the drywall and the studs and exterior boards that made Parker feel like he was back in his space. It was familiar.
But why?
Parker hadn’t realized that he had been learning forward to the point where he was barely hanging onto the edge of the electrical cover and leaning into the walls. It took the sound of his foot skidding against the wood and nearly tumbling headfirst into the space in front of him.
Startled and shaken, Parker pulled himself back out of the entryway into the walls, forced the electrical cover back onto its perch, and hurried back to his room. He was in such a tizzy, the young teen didn’t even realize he had gone straight to the secured line he left and climbed up it in record time, ignoring the staircase mere feet away.
His little feet barely made noise as he scurried back to his room, securing the door and slipping under his covers without so much as a squeak.
Parker’s mind was racing. What was that he just saw? And what was that weird draw he had toward the walls?
Hopefully, his mom would have the answers.
First thing in the morning, he would ask her. She would make everything better, right?
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The Rockstar, Her Husband, & Their Dagger Ducklings 🐥🎸 | TGM Imagine
Takes place after the events of TGM
TGM Masterlist
Read ‘It’s A Long Way To The Top’ first before this!
Characters & Pairings: Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x 80s Rockstar!reader (romantic), Bradley Bradshaw x reader (mother/son-type relationship), Dagger Squad (platonic) Hondo (platonic)
Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, mentions or past drug use & alcohol, 80s references, found family troupe | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 5.3k
Premise: everyone loves a found family story. The one tells the what it looks like when you put a married couple, in which the husband is the Navy’s most famous pilot and the wife is the most iconic front-woman in rock n roll history, with their sorta adopted adult children that are the Navy’s best of the best pilots. Join Maverick, his rockstar wife, and the dagger ducklings on just some of their rock and rollin’ adventures.
Requested 📨: yes/no
Note: As soon as I finished IALWTTT I immediately started thinning about doing a little mini blurb about Mav, his rockstar wife, and the dagger squad as they become a little family. Plus I thought of how they would be if they were at the Rock n Roll HOF induction 😉 hope y’all like this and let me know what you think! -Bee 🐝
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There is only one word that could describe best what it’s like when a 60 and 58 year old couple decide to unofficially adopt seven 30+ year olds as their surrogate children…..It’s madness.
Well it’s madness about 80% of the time just because they’re basically teenagers in adult bodies whenever they get together. For example, Mav and Y/n really got a taste of what it was like when the daggers were in the same room just the night after the concert when they invited them over for Saturday dinner. The barbecue was going, drinks were passed around, music was on full blast and things were calm…..until it was time to sit down at the table.
“That is not how I got my callsign, Seresin!” Nat chucked a celery stick at the blonde. The conversation of call signs came into play about thirty minutes into the meal with Jake taking it upon himself to tell the stories he personally witnessed or heard from others. He had just got done explaining that Phoenix got black out drunk in flight school, threw up all over the dorms but managed to clean it all up, and then woke up in time the next day for training.
“That’s what I heard, Trace,” he defends with hands raised, laughing as the others try not to receive the wrath of the firebird.
“And who was your source?”
Jake doesn’t hesitate to throw him under the bus, “Rooster.”
“Dude!” The pilot shouts, causing Y/n to do an expression of, ‘nooooo.’
Nat threw a celery at him, “What the hell, Bradshaw, that’s not what happened.” Rooster sends a glare to Jake, before facing Nat with a look of plea, “forgive me, Nat. But that’s what I remembered happening.” Her reaction is one that reads, ‘are you serious?’
“You were just as wasted as I was! How the hell did you manage to remember that?”
“So you did black out and showed up in time for training?” Fanboy asks with slight awe. There was no way in hell he’d be about to do that. If it were him, he’d likely still be in bed and get chewed out for missing.
“Look,” she sighs, “the event itself happened, yes,” she ignores the sounds of ‘damn, Phee,’ ‘I knew it was true,’ the glare they receive causes them to shut up. “But I already had Phoenix as my callsign. That isn’t what gave me it, but people were just like, ‘no wonder they say you rise from the ashes.’ So, you can forget about that being the origin cause it wasn’t.”
Murmurs sound and then Y/n politely asks, “How did you get the name then, hon?” This time Nat blushes and tells the truth, “I used to be obsessed with the X-Men comics as a kid. And well….Jean Grey was my favorite character so I dressed up as her Phoenix form almost every Halloween for five years. Word got around and the rest was history.”
The rest of the night was full of laughs, games, and conversation.
“I am open about the fact I did…dabble in the white powder during my late teens-early twenties,” Y/n nodded when the question about her past drug use arose. The information was public that she and other band members smoked weed early in their careers and experimented with harder substances. In an interview with the Rolling Stone magazine shortly after the band went on hiatus Y/n confirmed the last time she used drugs was in 1988.
“Unfortunately it was common in the 80s—especially in the industry, I mean the amount of people you met who did it was longer than Santa’s list. When you have young, vulnerable kids who are new to the scene and having to migrate the spotlight like we did things tend to happen,” she waves a hand to emphasize her point. “But I only did it in social settings. It was only a few times really and the last time I did a line I swear I saw God. When I tell you it was like witnessing the Big Bang in real time—I-I immediately cut it off after that. It was so bad—never again.”
At one point Jake asked, “tell us your top five favorite moments in your entire career.”
“Oh God,” she laughed, turning to Mav who had the same expression. “Only five? That’s gonna need time to think but……” she starts counting off with her fingers, “in no particular order: the Super Bowl, duh. The first ever MTV Video Music Awards—you just had to be there. Smoking a blunt with Snoop Dogg after the 2001 Grammys,” she paused when they all hollard with cheers. “Performing with Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr,” Bob made an audible sound like it was the coolest thing he’d ever heard. “And…..oh gosh there’s so many more—SNL, winning the Oscar, making out with Matt Dillion after The Outsiders premiere,” Mav rolled his eyes at that knowing she was teasing him. Of course he knew she’d been with Hollywood heartthrobs before they met, men and women alike. Mav wasn’t insecure or anything. They’d been together for so long he had nothing to be insecure for. It was just that he had met Matt Dillion in the 90s…..and could tell the actor still had lust for his woman.
Y/n couldn’t help but tease him knowing Pete was obviously jealous the night she introduced the two at a party they attended. It was just a friendly encounter with Y/n having her eyes for the pilot, disregarding the affectionate gaze from her former fling. “He won’t stop staring at you,” Pete pouted when he caught Matt’s eyes for a fourth time, once again checking his girlfriend out. Chuckling, Y/n made herself comfortable in Pete’s lap, pulling him closer so they barely had space as she went in to kiss him after saying, “Let him stare, baby. He had a chance and he missed it. Now he’s in the past and you’re my present and future.”
Yeah, Matt left the party shortly after that display.
Y/n kissed blushing Pete’s cheek and took a moment to think, “But I gotta include the first time we played at The Garden. I think that’s the moment when I really felt like I was a rockstar.”
The dogs were having a grand time with all the attention they were getting. Goose spent most of the time on Bradley’s lap, with Y/n scolding the man for feeding the pup some of the plain chicken wing meat. Plans were arranged for the upcoming months which included Mickey and Jake’s birthdays, Halloween and of course, Y/n’s HOF induction. The daggers were under the impression only Mav and possibly Rooster would get to go in person to the event, so they worked on meeting up to watch the live feed together.
Little did they know their resident rockstar was already conspiring.
Speaking of Halloween, the party was a night to remember when the holiday arrived. It had already been established that Mav and Y/n knew how to throw a party. Mickey and Jake’s birthday were just two examples in which the dagger squad, the band, and their close friends were thankful Y/n’s closest neighbors were quite the walk away. Halloween, however, was where the couple got to shine.
Not only were they best dressed as Jack Skeleton & Sally, with their dogs all dressed up as bats, but their entire home looked straight out The Nightmare Before Christmas. The front lawn was like a graveyard, with a giant inflatable pumpkin. Inside was spectacular with the sunken living room transformed into a dancefloor. One could expect the daggers were trying not to lose their mind with the amount of stars they met. Duran Duran was there, which was expected since the two bands had been friends since the 80s but also because of the induction in just a few short weeks.
Robert Downey Jr. was in attendance with his family—Fanboy pretty much shit his pants when he realized who Y/n was introducing him too. The Marvel junkie in him was going crazy. “Hey, buddy, nice to meet ya. Any friend of the Mitchell’s is a friend of mine,” Robert shook his hand, the pilot’s mouth a gape causing Y/n to chuckle and pat his back, “I think we broke the poor boy, Robert.”
Nat found herself having a drink with Carrie Ann Moss from the Matrix, who she was dressed as her iconic character. “Nice outfit,” the actress complimented with a genuine smile. Nat didn’t know how she managed to find the words to speak, but somehow said, “t-thank you. Wow um—it’s an honor.” Before she knew it the two women were talking with Carrie Ann telling her all the behind the scenes info of her most renowned sci-fi trilogy.
Fucking Serena and Venus Williams was there. Coyote just about had a heart attack and texted his mother right after meeting them saying, “You’ll never believe who I just met, ma.” He then proceeds to send the selfie they took to his family group chat. They were losing their minds just as he was.
Payback’s fan girl moment came when he ended up being challenged in a dance off with the one and only Janet Jackson. What made it better…he was dressed as Michael Jackson from his Thriller music video. It’s probably what had the singer challenge him when the song ‘Scream’ she did with brother came on. The costume Janet had involved a mask, so the man didn’t even know who he was dancing with until the song came to an end.
“Does he know that’s Janet?” Y/n came up to her husband, grinning at the sight. Mav shook his head, “I don’t think he does.” When the mask revealed the face hidden behind, Reuben forgot what the hell was even happening around him. “Holy shit,” was all he could say, grinning wide as she approached with a nod of respect, “You got moves, kid.”
Jake came up and slapped him on the back, “That was fucking awesome!” Payback was still in disbelief, exhaling with awe, “I just dance battled Janet Jackson…. while dressed as Micheal Jackson, to the song Scream by Micheal and Janet Jackson…I’ve won at life.”
Rooster, as usual, was the life of the party. A lot of the guests he already had the privilege of meeting years before. So one could imagine how stunned his friends were to see him nonchalantly shooting pool with fucking Dave Grohl from the Foo Fighters. “You’ve gotten better since the last time we played,” the guitarist chuckled when Rooster hit the winning shot.
“Ain’t no better place to become pro than in a Navy officer bar.”
“Guess you’ll have to teach me a thing or two now, kid.”
Beach days were reserved for dogfight football. Ever since that first time playing it the pilots couldn’t play it any other way. Hondo or Y/n would be ref and there would be times where the band would come out with their kids so they had more players.
“Ready….set…” Y/n blows the whistle and the balls are tossed to their respective quarterback. The speaker blasting music would muffle out due to the shouts and cheers, Y/n squealing when Mav would lift her over his shoulder whenever he scored. “Pete Mitchell put me down!” A slap to his jean clad ass would result in her being tossed in the water. “Hey! Oh you little—,” the pilot was yanked down, falling into the upcoming wave to the sound of his wife’s laughter.
Sometimes the dogs would join in on the fun at the private beach. It always ended with Rooster, Mav, and Coyote chasing after Goose and Ice, the mutts stealing the balls in the middle of the game. Sweet Bella was always on her best behavior, cuddling with the younger kids who opted out of playing. “Goose, get back here!” “Ice, now is not the time!”
Four days before the induction ceremony, Y/n gathers her ducklings to the home for their monthly barbecue. “Gather ‘round, ducklings,” she taps a spoon to her wine glass. “Gather ‘round.”
“The Queen has something to say,” Rooster adds when they take too long to circle the table, resulting in Y/n to lightly smack his shoulder in a motherly way. He feigns hurt, mumbling, “rude.”
The rockstar calls the attention back to her, “It has come to my attention that you all have made plans to watch the live feed of Saturday’s ceremony. Well, I have some news I’d like to share….” She gestures for Pete, who brings over a literal silver tray with eight black and red envelopes neatly lined up. Each envelope had the pilots callsign in silver sparkly lettering.
“Was this your idea?” she muses at the silver tray, Pete and Rooster grinning like children who were presenting an art project.
“We thought it was fitting.”
“You two,” she sighs though there is amusement in her tone. “When I call your name please retrieve your present. But don’t open it till I say so.”
“What did you do?” Nat accuses when she’s the first to receive the envelope. Lightweight in her hands, she examines it closely while the others get theirs, but does not open it like instructed. Hondo is the last to get his, taking his place back between Javy and Mickey.
“Consider this your holiday present from Mav and I,” Y/n leans into her husband when his arm goes around her. “We both split the costs—though I insisted it all be on me since It was my idea,” she looks at him with a knowing look.
He just kisses her temple, “You know I wouldn’t have let you when you already do so much, honey,” Pete looks at his pilots, “But we hope you all like it and accept the offer.”
“If this is what I think it is,” Jake starts to say, catching onto what the couple were implying. Y/n’s little indication of the ceremony is what really had him suspect. “Then I’m going to scream.”
Nat quickly catches on, gasping, “I swear to God, y’all better not have.”
“Better not have what?” Bob innocently looks at the couple, who were both grinning wide. Y/n couldn’t take it any longer and allowed them to open the envelopes. Sure enough Jake screamed, but it was more of a dramatic one. With him were Mickey, Javy, Payback and even Bob was shouting. Nat immediately embraced Y/n in a hug while Hondo did the same to Mav. Before long the entire group was in a big dogpile with the pups getting in on the hype.
“You guys are unbelievable!” Nat shouted amongst the chaos, double checking the papers to see they were in fact what they were. It was a ticket to the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony taking place that Saturday at the Microsoft Theater “Wh-what!? How!?”
“I’ve had them ready since July,” Y/n told her, laughing at Nat’s jaw dropped expression.
“Thank you so so much!” Nat hugs her again after the guys express their words of gratitude, “I don’t think we can thank you enough—I mean you’ve already done so much for us. Now this!? Honestly I don’t know how we’ll make it up to you.”
“Don’t think about that,” Y/n assured, moving to the side when a play fight broke out between Mav, Rooster, and Jake with the dogs. “It makes me happy to do these things and that we get to share them together. You guys are our family now. Not just mine and Pete’s, but also the Romantics. And I would want nothing more than my whole family to be in attendance Saturday night.”
“It would be our honor,” Nat squeezes her hand, still in disbelief that she got to call the woman a friend and was privileged to experience things she never thought she could. When Saturday came Nat had to pinch herself. Sitting in the stands of Microsoft Theater with her best friends, dressed in a sparkly pantsuit and in absolute awe.
The squad was close to the stage but in the stands since the floor was where all the tables were. From their position, they could see Y/n and Pete with the Romantics and their managers. Front tables were basically reserved for the inductees. The year's inductee lineup was insane. Absolute icons: Duran Duran, Pat Benatar, Dolly Parton, Eurythmics, Lionel Richie, Eminem, Carly Simon, Judas Priest, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Harry Belafonte, Sylvia Robinson, Jimmy Lovine, Elizabeth Cotten, and Allen Grubman.
Those who had passed were to be honored by singers and the inductees present would perform. One by one the inductees were honored. Personal friends, fans, or colleagues gave speeches for the artist/group they were inducting. Dr. Dre inducted Eminem, Robert Downey Jr for Duran Duran. In between performances took place with the crowd on their feet and singing along to iconic songs that defined a generation.
Hearing Dolly Parton live was a moment they’d never forget. So many things could be crossed off their bucket list, including seeing Dolly Parton. Together they shouted the lyrics to ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics at the top of their lungs, the guys rapping along with Eminem. Nat felt like a teenager again singing along to Pat Benatar’s ‘Love Is A Battlefield,’ & ‘Heartbreaker’. They rocked out to Judas Priest, Duran Duran, and Loionel Richie. Everyone was having a blast and then the moment they were all waiting for came.
To induct Y/n and The Romantics, the crowd screamed in joy when Ryan Reynolds approached the podium. At the table the band were in a heep of laughter already. It was fitting having the movie star induct them considering their songs were featured in the Deadpool movies and they made a cameo in Deadpool 2. Ryan was not only a big fan of the group but had become their friend.
“Hello, hello, greetings and salutations fellow rock n rollers,” he starts, the audience roaring around. Payback brought his thumbs up to whistle. “It’s an honor and privilege to be here tonight with you all, and it’s a mega blessing to be inducting this next group,” his attention lands on the Romantics, the cheers getting louder, “which is safe to say has been long overdue.”
“Damn right!” Rooster shouts, which actually catches Ryan’s attention, the movie star pointing in his direction with a curt nod.
“Now if you’re a child of the 70s like me and had your teenage years in the decade known for religious cults and a substance sharing the name with a popular soft drink,” he pauses at the laughter that rings out, coughing lightly before continuing, “then you should know who Y/n and The Romantics are.” Microsoft Theater rumbled with the reaction of the crowd. “If you don’t,” Ryan shrugs, “then you must be living under a fucking rock.”
The camera pans to the band, Y/n with a hand over her mouth covering the massive grin she had beneath. Her bandmates were just as joyous as they watched Ryan give his speech. “At just the ripe age of fourteen, these young cats hit the streets of Atlanta and sang tunes for all ears to hear. It was 1978. The Camp David Peace Accords was signed, the first IVF baby was born, NASA unveiled their first group of women astronauts, and Japanese explorer Naomi Uemura became the first to reach the North Pole. For a bunch of freshmen in high school, their lives changed when their rendition of ‘Cry Baby’ by Janis Joplin was heard by the right person passing by.” Ryan pauses once more to let the audience cheer, at the table Pete takes Y/n’s hand in his, giving it a loving squeeze.
“Though they released their first single on New Year’s Day of 1979, the new decade emerged with a new spice to rock music. It skyrocketed these kids to stardom with their unique sound and a frontwoman with a voice that sounded like an angel rebelled from God to become a rockstar,” Y/n smiled shyly when the camera panned to her, blowing a kiss before it went to her friends. “They were every rock n roll hater’s worst nightmare. With their leather and glitter, Y/n’s iconic split dye hair and swooning every person they met, the launch of MTV in 1981 made Y/n and The Romantics overnight sensations…. and the celebrity crushes of every young Hollywood heartthrob,” Ryan smirks, nodding with the hollars of the audience.
“The way people are when it comes to securing Taylor Swift and Beyoncé tickets, was the same for us trying to see The Romantics live back in the day. You can best believe seeing grown men and women cry when they were unable to get seats for the farewell tour. I think I even witnessed a fight break out in the ticket line.”
“Oh my God,” Y/n giggled, hiding her face in her hands. Glancing at her friends they had the same reaction: flustered.
“By 2002 The Romantics had sold over 150 million records worldwide and accumulated so many awards I can’t even list them all in this speech. I’ll just name a few: an Oscar for Best Original Song,” whistles and hollars sounded at his pause between each award, “twelve Grammy awards. Over a dozen in MTV Moonmen. Billboard’s Artist of the Year. The AMA Icon Award. Ranked number 15 on the Rolling Stone list of 100 Greatest Artists of All Time—cited as the greatest influence on rock music of the 20th century.”
Ryan adjusted his posture, “I can confidently say that when the news broke of their hiatus, hearts shattered across the planet—including mine,” he faked a voice crack, causing the audience to chuckle. “It felt like my parents were getting divorced—s-sorry,” he wiped away a fake tear, Y/n leaning over her chair in a heep of giggles. “It was an emotional time for me and fellow Romantics.”
“But though they were no longer releasing music their spotlight never dimmed. The members ventured out in other projects and started families. Fans might have recognized keyboardist Ronnie Jensen as Detective Josie Adams on Law & Order,” the camera panned to Ronnie, the woman throwing up a rock n roll gesture with her hand to the cheers. “If you look at the writing credits on some of the 2000s best hits for modern pop rock artists and groups, you may find the daughter of rock n roll's name at the top.” This time the camera went back to Y/n’s smiling face, the rockstar giving a nonchalant shrug.
“Oh and let’s not forget that if you watch any superhero or action movie you’ll hear ‘Thunderstruck’ on the soundtrack.” That had the crowd go wild. “And if you listen to ‘Highway to Hell’ while diving…nine times out of ten you will be pulled over for reckless speeding. Believe me, I would know.” Danny and Evan were capping their hands by how hard they were laughing, wiping away tears that brimmed in their eyes.
“Around this time two years ago we were at the height of a global pandemic. The world was shut down and there was little to hope for in those hard times. But one random day I found myself shitting my pants when the first thing I saw on twitter was The Romantics trending worldwide. I thought one of them had died honestly and was too scared to look as a panic attack arose until my lovely wife Blake slapped me and said, ‘they're getting the band back together you fool—stop crying and get it together.’ I then proceeded to faint for a different reason.” Ryan caught Y/n’s eye and he broke out into a laugh, forgetting what he was about to say next. “I-I fuck I’m sorry.” The audience laughed with him.
“T-their comeback album ‘In Rock We Trust,’ hit the the top of the Billboard hot 100 within minutes of release—going platinum in just a week. Their debut single, the title track, remained number one on iTunes for eight weeks straight and every radio station lost their minds. It’s no surprise they took home the Grammy once again for ‘Best Rock Album’ and ‘Record of The Year.’ And now 43 years after the release of their first single, they have finally earned their spot in the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame.”
As the audience screamed the lights dimmed on the stage so the video montage could play for all eyes in the theater. Those viewing at home would get a full screen picture of the video while those in attendance all shot their eyes to the Jumbotron. Down below, stage crew motioned for The Romantics to get ready for their performance that would happen once the video was over. Y/n kissed Pete, the man telling her good luck as the band did the same to their loved ones before they all followed the stage crew to their positions.
The video montage consisted of clips starting from the Romantics first starting out at just 14 and 15 years of age all the way to present day. Watching them go from shy kids to rockstars selling out stadiums and racking up award after award. Some clips were of their music videos, others were celebrities gushing over the band, including Cameron Diaz and Ralph Macchio. “I love them so much,” a young Cindy Crawford said, blushing when she added, “I just wanna party with them and have a good time.”
“They are the band of our generation,” praised Molly Ringwald on the red carpet of the 1988 VMAs. “Seeing them perform tonight is gonna be the highlight of my life.”
Their songs played over the video showing a montage of the band's most iconic performances. One of which was the 1992 Billboard Music Awards where it was raining outside and they still performed. Y/n was completely soaked with her makeup smearing down her cheeks and hair in disarray, not to mention she was wearing a white tank top with no bra and leather pants. It made headlines with people and the media trying to degrade the rockstar. A clip with Diane Sawyer trying to humiliate Y/n played, showing the woman smirk as she shrugged and said, “why were your eyes there the whole time, Diane? Did I make you look at my chest? No, you and everyone else did that on your own.” The clip immediately cut to the Super Bowl Halftime show, regarded as one of the best performances of all time.
When the video ended, the spotlight shined back on Ryan and the cheers grew louder, “It is my honor to induct your Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame Class of 2022 members, ladies and gentleman gave it up for Y/n and The Romantics!!” Evan’s opening riff sent the crowd wild, everyone on the floor to their feet and the daggers whistling against the noise. Strutting up to the front of the stage, Y/n brought the microphone up to her lips and sang her heart, “Hey yeeeeahhhh, are you ready?” She smiled and winked at Pete.
“We be a guitar band. We play across the land. Shootin’ out tonight, gonna keep you up alright.”
”You hear the guitar sound, playin’ nice and loud. Rock you to your knees, gonna make your destiny.”
“In rock we trust, it’s rock or bust,” she belts the chorus, the audience singing with her. It was their first single back as a band, one that dominated the radio for weeks on end. The theater echoed with the final line of the chorus, “In rock n roll we trust, it’s rock or bust!”
After the song ended they immediately went into the opening of ‘Highway to Hell,’ which had the entire theater in a frenzy. “Livin’ easy, lovin’ free. Season ticket on a one way ride. Askin’ nothin’, leave me be. Takin’ everythin’ in my stride.” Pink was head banging, so was LL Cool J. Duran Duran were dancing with Y/n pointing at them before going over to the side of the stage where her ducklings were going crazy. “Don’t need reason. Don’t need rhyme. Ain’t nothin’ that I’d rather do. Goin’ down, party time. My friends are gonna be there too,” she shook her shoulders with each pound of Danny’s drums.
“I’m on the highway to hell!” Everyone screamed/sang. “On the highway to hell,” Y/n shook her head side to side. “Highway to hell.” Rooster whistled on the last line, “I’m on the highway to hell.”
“Y/n, you’re an icon!” Jake shouted, cupping his mouth with his hands. She must’ve heard him cause she laughed into the second verse.
The rest of the ceremony the energy was off the charts. The Romantics shared the stage with Duran Duran, singing their 1988 collab which had jaws drop and in absolute hysteria. All the inductees gathered at the end of the ceremony, all now official members of the Rock ‘N’ Roll Hall of Fame. It was truly a sight to behold.
The holidays passed with more celebrations. Before long the band were releasing more songs and an album at the end of the summer. By 2024 they were back on tour and this time the daggers would attend shows without telling Y/n to surprise her. They had really become a family in just the two years they’d known each other.
“Oh this is a great song,” Jake practically moaned at the opening chord of Kenny Loggins’ Danger Zone. He and the daggers were on the floor of the Staples Center, Y/n had spotted them not too long into the show and forgot her own lyrics cause she was so excited, “My ducklings are here! Ooh this next song is dedicated to them.”
Pulling on some aviator sunglasses to go with her camo pants and combat boots, Y/n shrugged on her husband's bomber jacket, “Revvin’ up your engine. Listen to her howlin’ roar,” she pointed a finger and drifted from side to side, “Metal under tension. Beggin’ you to touch and go.”
“Highway to the Danger Zone. Ride into the Danger Zone.” She shimmied her shoulders, “C’mon let me hear you!”
“Headin’ into twilight. Spreadin’ out her wings tonight. She got you jumpin’ off the deck. And shovin’ into overdrive. Sing it!”
“Highway to the Danger Zone. I’ll take you right into the Danger Zone.”
At the end of the song Y/n took the jacket off and threw it back over the railing to Pete, the man catching it in his hands, “Thanks for letting me borrow that, baby.”
That night of the show was just a few days before Y/n’s 60th birthday. She couldn’t help but awe when Pete and the squad came out with the band's families, their managers and crew with a small cake and balloons to sing ‘Happy Birthday.’
“You guys,” she wiped a tear away after blowing out the candles. Kissing Pete on the lips, she welcomed his hug and heard him say into her ear over the noise, “Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much—more than my P-51.” She threw her head back as she laughed, kissing him again before saying, “I find that hard to believe, Maverick,” she teased, kissing his cheek, “But thank you for this. You’re everything a woman could ask for.”
“Happy birthday, Y/n!” Rooster blows into the noise maker, placing a party hat on her head. The squad swarm around the couple, the confetti blasting into the crowd.
The moment felt like a full circle. Just two years prior Pete’s 60th birthday brought them all together. Now here they were celebrating her 60th, on stage with her friends, family, and fans. She really had it all.
But not to worry. There were sure going to be more memories and adventures of the rockstar, her husband, and their dagger ducklings.
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(Both include some skippable adult scenes, but the story is much more about the romance)
-Making End's Meet by Meltthepoint
As the author's name suggest, this is a melting point (Donella x Ulla) story, set in a modern setting. Donella enrolls Hugo into this new school, who then befriends Varian. Ulla and Donella meet again. This is about how two women make up and start anew after their lives went into directions they didn't want.
The story is much more character focused, a really fun read. Very insightful about the women's characters.
An exception, as I still haven't finished reading it. Definitely not the type of fic I can binge read, but I'm really enjoying it.
At the end of everything by Squirrelflight
A Night in the woods AU (haven't played the game, you don't have to, to read it), and unfinished as of yet, but man. Worth checking out!
Unlike the stories above, this one's definitely darker and has a really tense aura. Love it. The writing is so good it makes me so thrilled about what will happen next! I also really like, once again, the characterisation.
LMK
-You can stay here by KALL
A pre canon story about how Pigsy and Tang adopt MK, how MK gets to be in a safe environment and starts figuring himself out. Great writing style, entertaining plot, what more could I ask for? (maybe an update lol)
As of yet, unfinished, and hasn't been updated since late 2022. The author actually posted ( https://www.tumblr.com/its-kall-the-clown/735524530668371968/are-you-going-to-be-updating-any-fics-on-your-ao3 ) about wanting to rewrite the story sometime. Which is great!
In case you're reading this, take as long as you want!
-A garden across our collarbone by PittedPeaches
Spicynoodle soulmate AU where what you write, or in MK's case, draw on your skin, appears on the soulmate's skin as well. Red Son's journey of (very slowly, this is a slowburn) falling in love with MK. A lot of inner monologues, the story plays out more like a retelling of what happened from Red Son's perspective. Kind of like a diary entry and I LOVE IT. I actually didn't understand the pairing before reading this, nor was I that invested in Red Son's character. This fic changed everything. (it also sends you good luck if you read it on the train! I acquired: friends!)
RIPTIDE
-BREAKING FREE! by earlgray_milktea
A fish 'n chips Highschool Musical AU (another thing I haven't seen, you don't need to, to read this).
The writing is so undoubtedly Disney, it is at times so over the top dramatic, you can't help but smile at half the interactions. The charm is big on this one. The characters are exagerated but somehow not (completely) out of character. Basically if Riptide was on Disney, this is exactly how they'd act. Also it's just really, really cute.
-Depths of Natarus by goldpines
Chip Mermaid AU set in an Undersa/Oversea war, focusing on Fish n Chips as well as Jay Ferin (my girl!). Two reasons why you should read this right now. First: the descriptions are SO detailed and immersive! It made me also kinda have a crush on Gillion Tidestrider. How. Second: it made me care about Jay. And the way she's written here is just so so great. You can tell the author knows what they're doing, the feels just keep coming, I alost teared up multiple times. This story makes you feel a lot of emotions at once, an overall amazing reading experience.
And these were my favs since last April. Specifically the ones that made me go absolutely insane. In a good way.
Again, if you have any good recommendations (preferably longer stories, but shorter ones are also fine), please feel free to share them.
Thank you for reading this, if you did :D
#fanfiction#fic rec#fic recommendation#vat7k#varian and the seven kingdoms#vat7k fanfic#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk fanfiction#jrwi riptide#jrwi show#jrwi fanfiction#jrwi fic
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.....fuck. Ok, so the simple answer is Cassandra's going Nightmare King. But that "she's at my side once more" thing gives me hope that this is something else and not entirely Kristens fault. Could be the Elf side of Galacaea reacting badly to the Wolf side gaining prominence and she's trying to grab for any piece of her old self to gain a controlling foothold. On the lighter side of things, Kristen believing she's a full-on actual political candidate and trying to give a speech to steel-workers was gut-bustingly hilarious. Less light-hearted, Adaine needs to stop attacking her financial woes as a teenager and start attacking it as a wizard adventurer. And lose the crap job, a 40% discount is not worth those 8 hours she's losing every shift. She can get a lot more done with that time. But she's a kid who's trying to solve this on her own instead of the common sense move of reaching out to adults who know more. Siobhan commits to the bit, I'll give her that. Bizarely, Gorgugs 400% course load is actually is the most solvable problem. Get Digby and Wilma to tutor him and help him speedrun through the Freshman and Sophomore material and then play catch-up on the Junior year material. He might have drop the Owl Bears, he needs those hours. Fig is killing it so hard in all her classes, it would be fucking hilarious if she's the Bad Kid who graduates as valedictorian. This one ran long, sorry about that.
OK, my quick thoughts on everything before I sit down to write this recap tomorrow (I finished my notes today--geez these JY eps are LONG):
Kristen: Wild that the thing Kristen has chosen to go all in on is her high school bid for class president and not *gestures vaguely* literally anything else. Funny, but wild. My best guess until we have more info is that this is an "As above so below" thing because the wizards getting ripped and aggressive is super random except for the fact that the main things that Kristen has been doing in the past few months is getting ripped and being aggressive to Cass. But we're working with incomplete info so we'll see.
Adaine: Girl, take Aelwyn's chest of rubies and sell it for cash and buy stuff with that! Or better yet, use your Oracle/general divination powers to figure out the lotto numbers/stock futures and exploit that! Honestly, even killing your mom is a better plan that working at Fantasy Auntie Anne's!
Gorgug: :( Hang in there buddy. It's wild when everyone else is dealing with kind fantasy problems--even Adaine's thing is tinged with Fantasy what with the absurdity of the items she needs to get--and Gorgug is just dealing with…a completely regular school problem. That's rough man. I personally feel like I'd try to join a club or something to show off my skills rather than doing it on the books if this requires a 400% course load but I hope he can make it work. Though, it would also be interesting for them to do a, "There's no shame in trying and failing," storyline because man that's just so much work and that's an important thing to learn.
Fabian: If you want Adaine to be at your party then give her some of your massive pile of gold so she doesn't have to work a crappy mall job. The girl is filtering gold flecks out of discounted booze and you know that because you're the one who gave her permission to do it. Either help her or don't be sulky when she can't make your shrimp party!
Fig: Fig as surprise valedictorian has the same energy as Annie realizing she and Shirley are neck in neck for the position even though Annie is the type A control freak (this is a Community ref for anyone who's like whomst?). That would be so funny. But also, it wouldn't be crazy! Fig was super preppy before she decided to be punk. I wouldn't be surprised if her grades were always good and she's also passionate about everything she does. If she wasn't set on sticking it to the man, she'd be so so so solid.
Riz: You didn't mention him but I wanted to give him a section anyway. Hi Riz :)
OK, that's it for now. Can't wait for next ep! (And no worries about this ask being long. I like getting long D20 Asks!)
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❤️Cuddle Headcanons (TLLH)❤️
(I’m tired and in need of a hug, so here are some cuddle headcanons because… just because)(no request)
Robinsons + Peirre (when they’re aged up)
Ernest: He’s a protective older brother, so of course he's going to be protective of his s/o. This means he's going to be the big spoon just so he knows you're safe. Prefers to be facing you just to see your perfect face (flaws and all 😉), but understands if you don't like that. Spends the time talking about adventures he wants to have after the war, or just random things.
Fernand: Two words. Tall and Lanky. Due to his height he’ll be a big spoon hugging you from the back while his arms are wrapped around your stomach. Can be a little spoon if you want and he won't complain but prefers not to be. He's a bit of a jokester, so just be prepared for him to randomly start tickling you or blowing in your ear. Draws shapes on your back and stomach, at first on purpose as a way to mess with you by having you guess, but at some point he started to do it automatically.
Jean: Small bean, baby boy, little spoon. He just wants to be held and taken care of since that how he grew up. Was really shy about starting cuddles in the beginning, but around the middle he's the one to start them. Likes to be wrapped up in your arms with his head resting on your shoulder while ranting about a book he had finished. A bit of an airhead so sometimes he forgets to ask about what you have done. Can be the big spoon if you’re stressed or injured, but if that's not the case then he's going to have you hold him.
Marcel: He’s a switch who prefers to be the big spoon to seem like the bigger guy, but some times wants to be the little spoon. Tries to act tough saying cuddles are for babies but after one or two times of you convincing him he'll start to love them. They never last long though because he always has work to do on the farm and gets very little do time. He will and can beat anyone (besides Pierre) up if they catch you two.
Pierre: A switch who doesn't care whether he's big or little spoon as long as your with him in his arms he's happy and content. Has his own room so he does get more privacy than his brothers, but is down to cuddle some where in the woods on a little date. Will play with your hair, can't bride for shit, but never the less he just likes yours since it’s different from his families who all have the same. Big strong arms with gentle but callused hands that can wrap around you to make sure you are safe.
Adults characters:
Jean-Baptiest: Another baby boy (an earlier post I made of him being a male wife and I still stand by it). Small spoon, doesn't even want to be the big spoon. Oh, you think his legs and arms are too long for the little spoon? WRONG! He’s going to cuddle up to you and hold you while humming a tune and drawing in your back so that you both fall asleep. Do you want to be the little spoon? Alright, just this once. Cut him some slack if he doesn't want to be the big spoon my man has so much info about the rebellion he's going to explode. Plus he's always getting injured.
Robert: He’s like Ernest in the scene of being a protective person, so he's most likely wanting to be the big spoon. Like to face you so that when you wake up he can shower you with kiss before having to get up and head off to work. After the war though he's more open to being the little spoon after having to deal with being in the Army and being a prisoner. PTSD is hard and he really hopes that your going to be there to comfort him if he has a nightmare and needs the support.
Douglas (aka. The pilot): Seems like a big spoon, and will be a big spoon if you need the support or he just feels like it. Prefers to be a little spoon… just likes to be held… no other reason😀. He does have a kid, so sometimes when you all cuddle he will come over and join you two sandwiching themselves between you two. Especially after he has a nightmare and the two of you are woken up by him tugging at the sheets. Let's you wear his jacket when cuddling if you ever get cold.
Mrs. Guibert: Mother. The girl is a big spoon who will hold and comfort you until you can't breathe. Likes to massage your scalp and in return loves to have you play with her hair. Also likes to be the little spoon especially when times get tough and she gets stressed out that Jean is growing up too fast. Even when she has little spoons she is still in control case she just rests on top of you while giving you a kiss along your jawline. (has a soft spot if you hold her on the hips when cuddling)
Lucy: Soft Mother. Girl is shy and quiet so while you are both cuddling she’ll prefer to listen to you talk about your day/night. Little spoon all the way, does not really like being the big spoon at all. Hold her. If you are with her while she's sick then you really have to hold her and comfort her, because she is scared. Sometimes while you’re cuddling Cholette will sometimes join you if she had a bad dream. Ernest too. In the morning imagine waking up before and just taking in her beauty, but while admiring her she wakes up and laughs before gently kissing all over your face.
(I do not write for the Fritz and I don't take requests. That's it hope you enjoyed since this fandom is drier than my humor and have a Happy New Years!)
#the long long holiday#les grandes grandes vacances#The long long holiday x reader#Headcanons#Happy New years#last post of 2023
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Just A Pawn-Luke Hughes
Chapter Two
Summary: As the ‘friendship’ between Remi and Luke continues to evolve so does Luke’s feelings for her. And Lukes friends become increasingly worried about this relationship and Luke himself.
Warnings Smut, Cursing, Adult Subjects, Protective friends, Maybe toxic behavior,
A/N there is a lot that goes on in this chapter please don’t read if you are not ok with any of the things mentioned above. I believe I had all of the right tags I do apologize if I miss something or if something should be categorized a different way I am new to this and on the younger side so please feel free to let me know so I can fix it. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this chapter
Luke hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack. "Yo, Dylan, you seen my phone?" he called out as he wrapped it around his waist.
"It's on your bed," Dylan shouted from the living room.
Luke walked into his bedroom and picked up his phone. He saw he had a new message from Remi and grinned to himself. They had been hanging out a lot lately and despite Luke trying to keep his feelings in check, reminding himself that this was all just a plot, he couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction to her.
"Hey, you still up for tonight?" Luke texted back.
"Yeah, absolutely!”
“What do you want to do?"
"I was thinking we could go on an adventure."
"Sounds exciting, I'm in! See you at 9?"
"Perfect."
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As Luke walked into the living room, Mackie looked up from his homework. "Where are you going tonight?" he asked curiously.
"Out with Remi," Luke replied nonchalantly.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean didn't your brothers tell you to stay away from her anyway" he asked
"I can handle them," Luke said defensively. "They're just being overprotective."
Ethan chimed in. "I mean, I don't know if she's the best influence..."
Luke cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "Look guys, I appreciate your concern but I like spending time with her. So can we just leave it at that?"
The guys nodded hesitantly and went back to their respective tasks.
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That night, Luke met up with Remi outside of a town favorite bar downtown. They decided to skip the bar scene and instead took a walk around campus.
"This is nice," Luke commented as they strolled down a lit pathway next to the Arboretum.
"I knew you'd like it," Remi said, grinning playfully at him.
They eventually ended up wandering through the woods behind campus, chasing each other around like little kids. They climbed trees and hid behind bushes, laughing loudly.
"Hey, we should sleep here tonight," Luke suggested somewhat jokingly as they collapsed on the ground breathlessly.
Remi looked at him with the same mischievous smile he saw the first time they met before responding. "Sure, why not?"
“Wait, you seriously wanna sleep here?” Luke asked with a laugh
“Ya! Come on, it’ll be fun!” Remi encouraged him as she pulled him towards the trees.
“Uh ya it’s a little dangerous?” Luke asked as he looked around nervously. Sleeping in a dark forest alone was not exactly on his to-do list.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Remi asked with a giggle.
“Um I don’t know, we could be attacked by a bear or a murder” Luke suggested
“What’s life without a little danger?” Remi said with a smile.
Luke looked into her eyes and smiled, before agreeing.
They made a makeshift bed out of leaves and branches and settled in for the night. As they laid there, looking up at the stars above, Luke realized then that he was genuinely happy with Remi. He wasn't just stringing her along to piss off his brothers anymore; he actually liked being around her a lot.
The next morning, Luke woke up to his phone ringing incessantly. It was Coach Naurato wondering where he was for morning practice.
"I overslept," Luke admitted sheepishly as he laced up his skates.
Coach Naurato shook his head disapprovingly. "Let's go Hughes, run three laps before practice starts."
After practice, Coach Naurato pulled Dylan aside to ask him some questions about Luke's behavior outside of practice.
"Is he okay? He's been acting really weird lately," Coach Naurato confided in Dylan.
Dylan hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully. "I don't know, coach, I haven't really noticed anything too out of the ordinary."
The truth was that everyone had noticed Luke's behavior changing over the past few weeks. He was more distracted during practice and seemed to be preoccupied with something outside of hockey. But no one said anything because they didn't want to get into trouble with their teammates or coaches.
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Later that night Luke walked into his house and saw his roommates sitting in the living room watching TV. He was happy to see them, but they looked at him with deep concern.
"Mate, are you okay?" Ethan asked.
Luke shrugged and sat beside them. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you've been acting different lately," Dylan said.
"What do you mean?" Luke asked.
"You missed class this morning," Mackie said. "Coach was livid."
"I know, I messed up," Luke replied. "It won't happen again."
"It's not just that," Mark said. "You've been hanging out with Remi Carson a lot lately."
Luke rolled his eyes. "So what? She's just a friend."
"A friend that you spend the night with?. We know you didn’t come home last night, we were a little worried.," Ethan told him.
"I’m 19, don’t try to control my life" Luke responded.
"We're not trying to control your life, bud," Dylan said. "We're just worried about you."
"I appreciate it, guys, but I'm fine," Luke assured them.
His roommates exchanged a look of worry as he walked away.
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Then one chilly afternoon at his house after he'd skipped practice, she convinced him to go all the way, saying it'd be "new". As she lay shirtless above him she whispered "ready?"
Luke smiled up at her before nodding eagerly. The moment he entered her, he heard a door shut.
Luke paid no attention to it, continuing to grind his hips into her.
Luke enjoyed the sound of her moans, and at that moment he was in a state of euphoria, which made him completely oblivious to the door that had shut.
Seconds before Luke had reached his climax, a heavy knock sounded on the door.
Angry and frustrated, Luke yelled at the door. “Go Away! I'm busy!” Remi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his frustration.
“Luke, we need to talk!” Mackie yelled on the other side of the door.
“Unbelievable” Luke muttered, as he pulled out of her, grabbing his sweats from the floor and slipping them on.
Luke shot a look at Remi, who was still laying on the bed naked and covered with a blanket. She gave him a smirk and Luke let out a frustrated groan before slipping out the door.
“What the fuck guys!” He yelled noticing all of his roommates staring at him, all of them looking worried.
“You skipped practice!” Dylan stated worry lingering in his voice.
“Yeah, and?” Luke snarked back
“Dude we’re worried about you! And Coach was pissed he was thinking about benching you! You’re lucky we covered for you” Ethan chimed in.
“He’s not gonna bench me, it was one practice chill out” Luke says nonchalantly
“It’s not just that Luke you’re different. It doesn't matter to you if you miss a practice, don’t care about your grades, and you just don't seem to care about anything at all! We’re all fucking worried about you!” Ethan yelled
“You guys are ridiculous, I’m fine!” Luke yelled back.
“No you’re not! You just don`t care, it’s ridiculous” Mark said,
“I told you before,I can handle myself” Luke retorted before returning to his room, slamming the door behind him.
“Are you alright?” Remi asks, watching as Luke takes a deep breath before placing his hands on his head.
“Fuck” Luke screams out angrily slamming his fist onto his desk. Remi’s mouth drops open as she hurriedly gets herself out of bed wrapping the sheets around her and walking over to Luke.
Remi gently takes hold of Luke’s now bleeding hand and inspects the damage.
Thankfully no damage was done to his knuckles but the hand is a bit red and swollen.
Luke looks at Remi with a look of desperation in his eyes. A smile appears on Remi’s face as she guides Luke’s hand closer to her mouth and kisses the knuckles.
Luke moves his other hand to Remi`s waist and pulls her closer to him as he kisses her neck leading up to her ear. “Ready to finish?” He whispers in her ear.
Remi nods her head and smiles, dropping the sheets that covered her body. Now standing completely naked in front of Luke, he stripped off his sweats and threw them at the door, locking it before grabbing a condom from the desk drawer and slipping it on.
Luke gripped Remi underneath the waist and placed her on the desk. He begins to kiss her neck, moving his hand down to her breast. Remi lets out a loud moan as Luke makes his way past her stomach…
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I finished my rewatch of Kim Possible
A++, excellent finale, wrapped all plotlines up nicely in a way that’s sadly become rare in modern tv. Definitely worth rewatching if you remember this show from your childhood, and most certainly worth a watch if you’ve never seen it before. Holds its own as a comedy action/adventure show in its own right outside of a ‘kids’ genre (and it’s for teens anyway, so it’s not juvenile).
I can’t tell you how overjoyed I am to have gotten to re-experience these characters that were so formative to who I am today and moreover the types of shows and characters I like as an adult. I really can trace a lot of the tropes and villains I enjoy back to Dr. Drakken and Shego, and I actually have a new layer of appreciation watching as an adult for a lot of the workplace humor and wit they used.
Yes, Dr. Drakken was my OG poor little meow meow, long long before that was a thing. That is the saddest most pathetic little blue man I have ever seen. Boy did they put him in situations, and I treasured every second of it. And seeing him actually save the world in the end was so rewarding. Loved watching Shego’s ups and downs, occasional forays into heroism, and recognition that she’s the only competent one in the room. Monkey Fist was a villain I don’t think I appreciated enough years ago but I adored him this time, and it gave me the chance to yell academia jokes at the tv - plus the DNAmy romance plotline had me in absolute stitches. Not to mention of course, how much this all took me back to how it felt to be in high school, for better or for worse, and the momentous feeling of graduation and starting the next chapter of my life.
It’s sad that I really get into some of these niche or outdated shows/movies/books that don’t really have a fandom (or if they do, do I really want to see it? I want to enjoy this with other people but I fear to actually see what other people think of the characters or what they’ve done with them), but regardless, I think I’ve done right by past me. I think it’s important to look back on the things that made you who you are - those favorite books, movies, music - and revisit them. There’s no need to leave them behind because you think you’ve outgrown them or that it was ‘cringe’ or whatever reason. I’ve gone back to a few bands from high school recently and you know what? They’re still bangers. I had good taste.
This show was quality, and I think there will always be people for whom Kim Possible was formative. I hope new generations will find this show. Every time I’m out somewhere and hear a Kim Possible ringtone, I know I’ve found someone like me who appreciates their inner child (and inner teen). And maybe has a soft spot for mad scientists :)
#kim possible#now it's over and im sad#i'm still trying to hunt down the original teen titans. that was another formative show besides danny phantom#did I mention I also rewatched the original Ben 10? cause that was also excellent just as I remembered#they were allowed to go even darker than KP ever did#not as dark as teen titans but. it was the golden age of cartoon network#oh and I rewatched drake and josh too. STILL QUALITY
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Okay, overall thoughts on Fablehaven and Dragonwatch. I hope to write in more detail later - I have a first draft of a post about my take on some of the religious themes and allegory in Dragonwatch - but I gotta start somewhere (that requires less citations).
I saw Carnival Quest on the library shelf last November, read that, and had so much fun I decided to go for more Brandon Mull and reread Fablehaven. (I don't read a lot of kids books, as an adult, but I hadn't felt like reading in awhile and this made reading fun.) The first book was rough, honestly—it was his first published book and it shows. The prose felt clunky and awkward, but I got used to it and it improved. Seth drove me insane—so much of the plot was driven by "Seth screws up." But it was a quick and easy and fun read, and the world and concept were a delight!
Books 2–4 were great. I only read the books once or twice over ten years ago, so all I remembered was the general concept, a little about Kendra and Seth, and a vague idea of the final battle. I got to experience all the twists again! It was very fun to see the people who populate this increasingly large world, and the people around the edges like that rich couple in Georgia who have fairies but have never seen a preserve. Like, how did they get involved, how much do they know? It's clear that Kendra and Seth are way more deeply involved than someone who just discovered the preserves normally would be. I have a lot of thoughts about their parents and how Fablehaven fits in with their lives, and I think I think about that a lot more as an adult—it doesn't bother me but I find it more sad now.
Keys to the Demon Prison was big, and wow did we see the world. It added a lot of stuff that hadn't felt foreshadowed at all—the Eternals, Vasilis, Bracken—so it felt a little disconnected and like there were some deus ex machina. I liked the ending, though, and how everything wrapped up with swapping the demon prison and the fairy realm.
So, fun series! They definitely felt like kids books, but I would still recommend them to kids and adults who want to read a fun, magical adventure.
After this, life got busy, and I needed a break, and time to let the books sink in and read a few other books, so I didn't start Dragonwatch until January. I raced through the first three books, then took about a week off before I could get myself past the beginning of Champion of the Titan Games, then finished the series in under a week. They got so frustrating and dark that I needed that break, but I'm glad I didn't force myself to keep reading when I was worn out.
Okay, look, I know this seems to be an unpopular opinion, but I enjoyed them. I don't know if it helped because I read them all in under a month and didn't think too hard or reread them in between, and I hadn't been eagerly awaiting them—I don't think much about Mull or keep up with his new books. I didn't notice a lot of the continuity errors that I guess were there, though I did notice the big thematic change from darkness being neutral to being more evil (though I have some thoughts on that, too). There were definitely some weird choices. The structure of book five felt very similar to Fablehaven's book five.
I liked Knox and Tess. I see reasons they would be introduced, and while they could have done more (Tess: spends entire series as the innocent girl, gets teleported around a couple times but never to anywhere from which she can get home), I couldn't help liking them. They're decent foils for Kendra and Seth, at least. I think I'd have liked more of them, over cutting them. I badly wanted Knox and Seth to sit down for a good conversation about mistakes and forgiveness.
One of the story choices that baffled or irritated me most was not putting Marat or Agad back in charge of Wyrmroost, after Celebrant lost his status. I guess the best argument is there wasn't time between them returning from Stormguard Castle and Seth's disappearance, and the explicit consent of both Kendra and Seth was needed, but like, that should have been the first thing they did. I guess no one thought of it. And I suppose there was still the issue of no easy way to leave.
There was a lot of religion, which I began to notice in Master of the Phantom Isle, and was surprisingly blatant in Return of the Dragon Slayers. Religious themes in books don't bother me, though I know that's a YMMV topic and I understand why some people don't like it. (Thank you to the Fablehaven fandom for, as far as I can tell, not getting into absolute hatred of Christianity.) But, well, they were still overall the fun adventures that I was reading for, even as they got more sad and the character arcs got deeper. I'm glad I finished and read through the whole series.
I was left with a lot to think about. I have ideas for fanfiction. Mostly canon compliant, set after Dragonwatch, with some earlier, and also one romance AU that I'm worried about people's reactions to the ship. I'm buying a lot of the books to reference more easily, since I like referencing books when I write and I'm no longer twelve years old with the time and urge to flip through and reread books a dozen times until I know every plot point by heart by the time I return them to the library, but I do have more disposable income.
So, uh, I'm not really one to rate books, but I'd still call these solid and fun overall, though they have their flaws. I far prefer enjoying books to criticizing them, so I'd rather like them and try to find ideas and headcanons that improve them, rather than linger on the elements I dislike. I want to be positive!
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Idk if you know but Izutsumi is actually 17. It's not stated in canon but it's in the adventures guide so
oh huh i had no idea... i know falin must be 20 cause laios said hes 23 and im p sure they are 3 years apart, and laios said tallmen/humans however u wanna call them reach adulthood at 16 but idk if he meant his country or the race as a whole, so im not sure if that makes izutsumi a minor or not? also idk if it changes due to her being beastkin?
i mean ofc from our perspective she would be, but this is a fantasy setting w different ages of maturity, for example chilchuck said halflings reach adulthood at 14, due to their shorter lifespans, im just curious if for izutsumi adulthood would also be 16 like laios or if maybe eastern standards in the world of dunmeshi is different?
If it's the same, while she's not a minor that is still a three year age gap for izutsumi and falin, with izutsumi barely being an adult, add to that the fact idk how old marcille is or when she wouldve reached adulthood, i can see ur concern.
ill leave them out due to the blurred lines there, but in general i think its important to remember fantasy people dont necessarily age the same way we do, if beastkin age anywhere as fast as halflings, at 17 izutsumi would be older than a 17y/o tallman. thats all hypothetical ofc, and not really an attempt to justify the age difference, more so genuine curiosity about how ages work for her since idk if thats established? im still shocked a 29y/o halfling is old enough to have 3 adult kids for example, but then again they live an average of 50 years so it makes sense? I think the differences are really interesting! because despite only being 6 years apart, chilchuck is inherently a lot older than laios due to their racial traits and customs. Laios is a young adult and chilchuck is more like a middle aged man. Meanwhile, to Senshi and Marcille, 29 sounds like a baby, which means a 29y/o elf or dwarf would probaably be perceived by their own race as younger than even laios is to other tallmen, if that makes sense? at 30 smth senshi was treated like a kid by an older dwarf, maybe thats equivalent to their teens?
Now im just rambling though, i know that's not what the ask was about, it just had me wondering. In a context like this age can be more than a number due to racial traits and lifespans, but since izutsumi is probably closer to a human and idk if beastkin age differently or not, i'd agree that shes quite young especially compared to marcille who's probably a bit older than falin herself (well shes a lot older by literal decades but i imagine only a bit older if you consider elves probably reach adulthood a lot later which likely means marcille is a young adult herself?)
i also havent finished the manga so its difficult to form more concrete opinions on the matter but i hope i explained myself well? i do very much think a 17 year old in real life is a child, i was just rambling about this fantasy world and wondering how different things might be. if their 16 is our 18 then their 17 is our 19 and their 20 is our 22. I dont remember how mature I was at 19 but as a 22y/o i dont think id have felt comfortable dating someone 3 years younger personally? i still dont tbh
oh wow i scrolled back and realized i rambled too much im sorry about that its just my brain is full of dunmeshi!! still, let me know if i misunderstood the age mechanics of this story! Regardless, ill leave them out, thanks for letting me know!
#long post#polyasks#dungeon meshi#anon#their friendship is still v cute tho and not everything has to be romance#izutsumi in cat mode demanding pats from marcille was v cute#then back to normal self awkwardly comforting marcille#theyre besties
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Hmm-hmm, little unedited snippet I banged out real fast! Sorry if the dialogue word choices sound off, my brain is full of fog and mist today so I’m having trouble remembering how everyone talks!
Anyway, here’s a short scene for Donna in the TARDIS with 12 and Bill! I just love the idea of all of them together, and finally got inspiration! I’m imagining this taking place after an adventure where Bill and Donna meet for the first time, and something happens to get Bill down.
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Donna looked right into the eyes of the young adult who had taken a seat on the console room stairs and gave her the most no-nonsense, completely self-assured expression she could muster up. "Oh, don't you worry, we'll get you a man. Hell, we'll get you one before I get one, if we can."
Bill winced instinctively. "Actually, I'm... not particularly interested in men." She wanted to avert her gaze, but this was her Doctor's TARDIS, and she wouldn't cow, even for one of his old friends. She didn't see the Doctor rolling his eyes.
"Oh thank God, most of them are shite."
Bill couldn't help it- she broke out into a surprised grin. This was the best-case scenario, the one she had been hoping for.
But Donna wasn't finished. "So, girls, then? Or aliens? Kids are into aliens these days, right? Or both! Alien women, like in Star Trek!"
The Doctor was staring very intently at a screen on the main console. He wished he had his sunglasses.
"Oi! Spaceman!" Donna whipped around to face him, and he straightened up and tried to look professional. Bill, who was experiencing whiplash, managed to note he was struggling to contain both amusement and a little bit of fear. Too deep in shock to say anything, Bill instead briefly wondered just how powerful Donna was to inspire that sort of reaction.
"Yes, Donna?" he asked, quirking an infamous eyebrow despite knowing exactly what she was going to ask.
"What planets are out there with people on them that work with humans, romantically?" Donna paused for a moment, looking back over her shoulder at Bill. "Do you want them to work in all the other ways, too...? Yeaaaah, of course you do. You're young and you need fun." She turned back to scrutinize the stone-faced space Scotsman. "Well?"
He took his chance to egg on his old companion. "Donna, why exactly do you think I know anything about romance? You remember how the last bout ended, don't you? Well, I mean now you remember, of course you had forgotten be-" he cut himself off when he took notice of the glower, made more threatening by the low lights of the console room. "Sorry."
She didn't lighten up. "Yes, I do remember that a clone of yourself went off to live a long and happy life with Rose."
The Doctor frowned. "Well-"
"I wasn't finished. You also told me that River -- remember her? -- you said that she turned out to be your wife so obviously you aren't as clueless as you always say you are." She snorted, and Bill found herself wishing she had popcorn. Or chips.
"Donna-"
"And you told me you had kids back on Gallifrey, and your granddaughter fell in love with a human!" Bill almost choked on air at that.
I wonder if his granddaughter's cute...
Donna was winding down. "So don't you tell me that you don't know anything about romance, mister! Even if you were unbelievably ungraceful after kidnapping me from my wedding." She smiled in confident triumph.
Suddenly, a laugh rang out from behind Donna. Bill had finally caught on to what was happening.
"You two are hilarious!" she choked out. "Donna, thanks but no thanks- I'll find a woman on my own." She paused. "I hadn't considered an alien girlfriend before, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to be open-minded." Bill turned to look at the Doctor, who was grinning cheekily. "And you're going to tell me about... whatever she was talking about. I can't believe you ever found the time for romance!"
The Doctor frowned. "Now what makes everybody think-"
Donna seemed to be enjoying cutting him off today. "You're welcome- I'm sure a cute and clever woman like you won't have trouble finding somebody once you're ready to start looking." She walked over to Bill's side and slung her arm over the younger woman's shoulder. "And between you and me, you've got plenty of time."
Two pairs of eyes rolled this time, although only the Scottish pair had something to say. "So, Bill, I take it you don't want to go to the planet of incredibly attractive humanoid aliens, of which all are female?" He smirked. "That's good. I'm an honorary member of the species, but it can still be a bit awkward."
Bill paused, and she could feel Donna's smile, because it was infectious. She grinned even wider. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to check out!"
"Oh, that's good to hear, because it looks like they're being invaded and need some help!"
Both girls' grins vanished.
"Wait-"
@cloudbustingss
LMAO TWO YEARS LATE BUT I FINALLY MANAGED TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THEM
sorry it’s not the greatest, had an idea but brain didn’t want to cooperate
#my writing#fanfiction#doctor who#whoniverse#the doctor#donna noble#bill potts#12#twelve#twelfth doctor#this one's not good enough to go on ao3 i don't think#sometimes you just gotta crank something out
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This is my reply to @cassynite's ask that I accidentally deleted (I'm sorry!!) for the childhood ask game, asking for one where Theoven is misbehaving.
Decided to skip ahead a few years to when they're the gnome equivalent of tweens/teens. Theoven finally gets a break from being traumatized so he can start taking baby steps towards his WOTR class while I traumatize Regill instead. Not sure how I feel about this one - the prompt was great, and it was fun to write, but it kinda got away from me lengthwise, and I'm getting slightly irritated with my brain's apparent inability to write comedy without angst :P
CW: character deeply self-conscious about his voice; adults bullying a kid; minors and alcohol; a barfight; a kid fighting adults; the bleaching manifesting as dysthymia and passive suicidal ideation; an explosion; and the heartless abduction of an innocent toothbrush.
There is no legal minimum drinking age in Brastlewark. The pubs and taverns there have a sort of gentleman’s agreement that they will only regularly serve adult gnomes. The word “regularly” is included here because it is a rite of passage for almost every child in Brastlewark to “sneak” into a pub or tavern and “trick” the bartender into thinking they are old enough to drink. The bartenders usually proceed to serve them the most disgusting, stomach-turning swill they can find and watch as the youngsters try to pretend to enjoy it before leaving and refusing to touch drink again until well into adulthood.
You do not know this, however. You are just a child–an older child with a few stray hairs on your upper lip, but a child nonetheless. You only know that you and your brother are the only two in your cohort who have yet to have your first drink, and your father is starting to get worried.
“Seriously, never? You’ve never snuck into a pub or stolen a sip from the liquor cabinet?” Dad asks incredulously. Regill glares at you–you’re the one who always refused such adventures, not that he ever pushed particularly hard. While you are no longer as worried as you were when you first arrived in Brastlewark, the idea of purposefully dulling your senses and leaving yourself vulnerable makes your stomach turn. You’ve almost come to accept there are no monsters in Brastlewark, but you’d rather not be drunk when you find out there are. “I just…Well, I suppose you’re just late bloomers," your father finishes.
After that, Regill holds your toothbrush hostage until you agree to a trip to the tavern. You pick a seedy bar across the Brastle River from where you live in the hopes that the barkeep won’t recognize you. You’ve made false mustaches from locks of your hair and glue you swiped from your fathers lab (hopefully it’s just glue and not something else–you never can tell with your father’s lab), and now you go into the pub, and you realize you have no idea what to order.
You turn to your brother but quickly realize there’s no way you’ll be able to convince him to speak in front of all the strangers in the bar. Ever since his voice started changing, he has been speaking less and less in front of other people, to the point that the former chatterbox is now practically mute in public lest a stranger hear his "freakishly low voice" (his words, not yours).
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks.
“Two drinks,” you say, and you immediately feel Regill staring at you with his ‘are you really this stupid?’ glare. You have nothing more specific, though, so you leave it at that, hoping that a projection of confidence will cover up the blunder.
“Two drinks, eh?” the barkeep asks, and for a moment you feel your heart freeze in your chest because oh stars he knows! But then he nods with a grin and gets two glasses. “Coming right up!”
You and your brother exchange surprised looks, and in spite of yourself you feel a surge of excitement. You may not be particularly enthused about drinking, but all this sneaking around and subterfuge is exhilarating. You can tell Regill is just as excited from the way he starts squirming in his seat.
The bartender puts your drinks on the bar and your excitement immediately shifts into anxious skepticism. You’re not entirely sure what alcohol is supposed to look like–your father has a tendency to reuse bottles without stripping the labels, so it’s hard to say whether something is a bottle of brandy or the waste products from his latest experiment–but this murky green liquid is not what you were expecting. You look at the glass dubiously, uncertain as to whether you really want to drink this.
Your brother has no such qualms. He takes the glass and immediately attempts to chug the drink, only to quickly spit out what he can and start choking on what he can’t. You jump off your stool to start slapping your brother’s back in a frantic effort to help him.
A trio of half-bleached gnomes on the far end of the bar starts laughing. “What’s the matter, kid? Not used to the burn?” they chortle, and you move to block Regill’s view of them.
“You ok, Redge?” He nods before one last cough.
“Hey, kid, nice shave!” calls one of the trio, and the two of you realize that whatever the bartender had sold you can dissolve the glue you and Regill used to secure your mustaches. Half of Regill’s mustache is now floating in his drink, and the other half hangs lopsided over his mouth. You can practically feel the heat coming off Regill's face as he realizes how he must look. “Little trendsetter here has found a whole new way to wear a mustache!”
“Shut up!” Regill shouts, immediately regretting it when the trio’s laughter is renewed.
“Hey, bartender, what the fuck you put in this kid’s drink? He sounds like a fuckin’ ogre!” You dont even wait to see your brother's reaction - you're already rushing the trio.
You’ve gotten into many fights on Regill’s behalf over the years. Before becoming so self-conscious about the register of his voice, he didn’t seem capable of shutting up, which of course ruffled feathers. But you’ve never fought adults on his behalf before. And you’ve certainly never done so in a tavern.
Well. There’s a first time for everything.
You have a deceptively powerful right hook for your size, and you’re pleased to see that it can take down an adult as easily as it takes down children. The two remaining gnomes jump up from their stools, stare at their fallen friend, and then, with enormous grins on their faces, shout,
“BAR FIGHT!”
The entire tavern erupts into chaos. It seems everyone has been waiting for this, drawing alchemical flasks and slings and rubber chickens and who knows what else. One of the gnomes who was laughing at Regill swings his stool and breaks it over your head.
(Considering that it barely hurt at all, the stool was almost certainly designed to do that.)
You give the gnomes a bloodthirsty grin–you’ve been in many fights, but this is a whole new level of exhilaration–and then, just because you feel like it, you quote an old poem you once memorized, roaring at them: “The old despise the young because the young will write their gravestones!"
Something shifts on the old gnomes’ faces as you lunge at them–a realization, perhaps, that while you’re enjoying this, you’re not playing around, and that you’re perhaps not as green as your false mustache would suggest. The moment passes when one of them sticks his arm out just in time for you to smash your face into it and crash to the floor.
“Try this for a gravestone!” the other exclaims, climbing onto the bar and then jumping off it. You watch almost in slow motion as his feet come closer and closer, bracing for the broken ribs that will surely result–
Only for him to completely overshoot and land on the floor to your left. His leg gives out under him, and he shouts out in pain about his bad knee. His friend hurries over to help him up, and someone grabs your cloak and pulls you up on your feet.
“C’mon, time to go,” the bartender says, dragging you behind the bar.
“Aw, but the fun’s just started!” you complain with a grin, because this is the most alive you’ve felt in years.
“Half the gnomes in this place are bleaching!” he exclaims, and as if to emphasize his point, everyone in the left half of the tavern spontaneously turns into chickens. You grin even wider at the development. Yes, half the gnomes in this place are bleaching and prone to dangerous and bizarre behavior, but that doesn’t bother you because, despite your youth, you’re bleaching, too.
“Besides,” the bartender continues, realizing you’re still undeterred, “you really gonna leave your pal crying by himself?"
That gets your attention. In all the excitement, you had forgotten why you had started this fight in the first place. You look around the chaos frantically for your brother, but he's nowhere you can see. “Where is he?” you demand.
“This way,” the bartender says, leading you through the kitchen and out the back door. Sure enough, in the alley behind the tavern, huddled on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees is Regill, the hood of his cloak pulled up over his head to hide his face as he takes ragged breaths between sobs.
You drop by his side and wrap your arms around him. He roughly worms his way out of your grasp. “M’fine,” he sobs. “Not crying. It’s that…that stupid drink….makes it….I think I’m allergic.”
(It is not that stupid drink, and he is not allergic)
“Look…I’m really sorry,” the bartender says. “Those three start shit almost every night, but this is honestly a new low for them. Nice job laying Phrandimus out, though. Asshole’s been asking for it for months.” He chuckles for a moment and stops when he sees neither you nor your brother are laughing. “Hey, uh, look. How about you two come back another time during the day when I’m setting up–no disguise necessary–and I’ll get you both a shot of the good stuff, no charge. The actual good stuff, not that shit I gave you tonight.”
Regill, still sobbing, only shrugs. Before you can say anything, a window in the side of the building - a good twenty feet away from you - explodes outward, shards of broken glass and a ball of smoke and fire erupting outwards before dissipating. You hear a shouted “OOPS! SORRY ABOUT THAT!” from inside, and the bartender rushes inside with a string of curses.
“We should probably go,” you say, eying the tavern with both longing and wariness. Regill nods, and with a shaky breath he stands up. You try to put an arm over his shoulder, but he shrugs you off. You walk in silence until you arrive at the bridge that spans the Brastle river, when Regill, now only sounding like he has a stuffy nose, suggests you stop at the river bank to remove your disguises. Regill easily pulls off the rest of his mustache and begins washing away the tearstains on his cheeks while you wrestle with your mustache.
“‘M’sorry,” he says before sniffling and wiping his nose on his sleeve. “You were right. This was dumb.”
“I mean, really it was Dad’s idea,” you point out, ripping your fake mustache, the top layer of skin, and whatever actual hair was there off your upper lip with a hiss of pain. “And, hey, bartender said he’d give us the good stuff, no charge, so it wasn’t a total wash.” You have no idea what 'the good stuff' is, but you're willing to bet it isn't green.
“I guess.” He sniffles again. “Please don’t tell anyone about this. Ever."
“Of course not,” you say, surprised he even has to ask.
“Not even Dad,” Regill adds.
“Not even Dad,” you repeat solemnly, and Regill nods, satisfied. He takes a breath, and then, regaining his equilibrium, says “I didn’t really see, but it sounded like it got kind of crazy in there.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” you say, eager excitement evident in your voice. “Somebody turned half the people in the bar into chickens, and someone else was throwing flasks of alchemist’s fire! And there were these people having a swordfight with swordfish, and a couple of others hitting each other with rubber chickens, and then there was one guy just jumping up and down on a whoopee cushion? Not sure what that was about. Oh, and one of those assholes that was laughing at you tried to jump off the bar to crush me after his buddy knocked me down, and, get this, he missed and hurt his knee! Idiot went and picked a fight when he's that bad at brawling, can you believe it?” You realize you’re grinning ear-to-ear completely involuntarily. You can’t remember the last time you were this excited about something.
Regill stares at you like you’re insane, and you realize that he doesn’t understand. He can’t understand. There’s a sort of exhaustion in your soul that he won’t know for years yet, so he can’t understand how intoxicating it feels to have that exhaustion banished, even if just for a moment. You wonder what it’s like to be like him–to wake up every day and live life without having to fight that exhaustion, that quiet urge in the back of your mind to stay in bed and let the bleaching run its course. Is it like the euphoria of being in a barfight, but every day? Is that what life is like for Regill?
You don’t know. You can’t know. You’ll never know. You’ll live your life as you always have, ignoring that urge to give in, watching the patch on your elbow slowly grow until it’s so strong you can’t ignore it, and then you will give in and it will swallow you up like it swallowed your mother. But in the meantime, you get the feeling there will be a lot more barfights.
#oc: theoven derenge#pathfinder wotr#knight-commander oc#ask game#pwotr pals#Dad Derenge is doing his best#But he kinda fucked up here
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And here’s an actual themed collection of drawings, featuring the Bronev family
The first one is just a headcanon of mine that Rachel had just the meanest glare, and that Desmond inherited it. If anyone who’s been in Targent long enough sees that glare, they kind of immediately know that’s Rachel’s (and by extension Bronev’s) kid. Not sure I portrayed how intense the glare is supposed to be though
Anyways, after that I just decided to draw the Bronev family being cute
I don’t think I’m very good at drawing small children in proportion to adults, I probably need to improve on that
I drew them all in the outfits we see in the AL credits just because I like to imagine that’s their outdoor/adventure outfits, and that these would be taking place in that hypothetical pre-Targent Bronev family game, where these would be their outfits
Speaking of which, to be perfectly honest they could totally do that. I mean, so long as you don’t reference Hershel Layton or Descole too much, if someone hasn’t played Azran Legacy they could very well have no idea who these characters are, other than one of the kids looks like Professor Layton and the other is named Hershel like him, but I don’t think that’d immediately tip someone off, considering those are two separate facts. You could just as well assume these two are merely references to the character. And plus, because Professor Layton exists in a world without a set timeline like our own, you could easily assume that this “game” would be taking place in the 60s just like the rest of the games, despite it actually taking place in the late 20s or so, so you could just assume this is happening parallel. And because personally, I’d put this hypothetical game around a year before everything goes down, there wouldn’t really be any references that could spoil things for people, unless you just so happen to be playing Azran Legacy but haven’t finished when playing this game
Granted that’s all hypothetical talk, but at the same time I really would mind a puzzle game featuring a family like this, you could do a lot with the dynamics I think
But yeah anyways, hope you enjoy the drawings
#professor layton#leon bronev#rachel bronev#hershel bronev#theodore bronev#azran legacy spoilers#hershel layton#desmond sycamore#my art#not gonna lie#if I ever do learn how to make video games#…I kind of do want to see if I could do this#granted I need to figure out how to make puzzles too
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I Dedicate My Heart...To You | Levihan
I promised @/glassesandswords a few months back that I would write a Levihan piece during their Marley Vacay and I finally finished it 😭 If you're seeing this, I'm sorry it took so long!! I ended up cutting out the first half and just focusing on the last scene since it can stand on its own. I might eventually go back and write about their other adventures in the city of Marley! For now, please enjoy some Levihan confessions by the sea <3
“Ah, Lady Kiyomi sure does have a lovely estate, doesn’t she?”
Hange and Levi strolled beside the Marleyan shores bordering the Azumabito estate, the evening sun casting a deep orange glow as it sank below the horizon.
“It’s not half bad,” Levi admitted. He closed his eyes, letting the wind ruffle his raven hair. “It’s a good place to get some peace and quiet away from all the noisy brats.”
“By ‘noisy brats,’ do you mean the kids?” Hange asked, smiling.
“Well, no one else is making a ruckus in the streets about ice cream.”
“Well, it is their first time seeing what all the outside world has to offer.”
“I wouldn’t mind them getting excited if they weren’t causing a scene," Levi said, not bothering to hold back his sigh of disapproval.
“Says the person who made us run from the authorities after saving a random kid.”
“Shut up.”
Hange’s laughter echoed like church bells through the air, the sound almost as natural and serene as the soft crashing of waves on the shore.
Levi knew he’d been grumpier than usual during their excursion, but someone had to be the responsible adult. In truth, he really didn’t mind standing back and watching Hange and the kids run about carefree, laughing and smiling wherever their curiosity led them. If anyone deserved to relax, it was them. They’d been through hell and back since the walls first fell. Sure, they’d had their moments of joy, but even in those moments they were always bracing for the worst. A moment’s peace could and often was rudely interrupted by their harsh reality. Danger surrounded them, anywhere, everywhere, and constantly. But this time, with the threat of titans far behind them, Levi watched his fellow scouts finally drop their guards, eyes looking upon the world with hope. He wished that someday soon they could live the remainder of their lives like this: unafraid, fulfilled, and happy. Those brats deserved it.
Especially Hange.
Levi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his heart skipping a beat in his chest.
The ocean breeze gently lifted the edges of Hange’s hair, the flyaway strands framing her face as if she were a piece of art. Everything about her was so carefully crafted, from the upturned corner of her lips, her long, silky brown hair, and her chocolate eyes that shone like sunlight. It was a sight so perfect, so captivating. Levi wished that he could capture this moment in time and save it forever. Is this why people like to use those cameras? He’d once thought Marleyans had some odd tastes and even odder interests, but maybe he was finally beginning to understand them.
“Levi?”
Levi nearly jumped as Hange’s voice quickly pulled him out of his thoughts. “What is it?”
He could sense the smile that she wanted to give him, but for some reason, she held it back. Was she stopping herself from teasing him, or was it something else?
“You were staring at me,” she said.
Though Levi didn’t react outwardly, inwardly his heart began to pound against his ribcage. Heat spread to his cheeks, and he had to keep himself from clicking his tongue at her. She might actually tease him if she realized he had gotten so flustered.
“You’re imagining things,” he answered coolly, fixing his eyes on the sea. But even with his back turned, he still felt her gaze on his. It drove him crazy, how she could affect him like this. Hange was single handedly unraveling the man who never brought his emotions out into the open. She was dismantling the cool, uncaring persona he’d worn for so long. She was drawing herself closer and closer to him, and he was letting her, even though he’d grown so afraid of getting attached and one day having to let go.
“Oh, I am?” Hange mused, tapping a finger on her chin. “Sorry. Maybe I was the one staring.”
Thump. Levi’s heart was doing that dastardly thing again. Beating. Faster. Harder. All without his permission.
“W-What did you say?”
He was expecting some sort of quip to fall from her lips, for Hange to break out into an unrestrained fit of laughter. But she didn’t.
She blushed.
Levi stared at her, mouth agape. Am I understanding this right? There’s no way Hange would say something like that to me. Dang it. I know everything she says is unexpected, but how am I supposed to respond to…this?!
“Ah…sorry for saying something like that so out of the blue. I really don’t have a filter today. Perhaps it’s because this little vacation has proved to be so exciting? Anyways, it’s starting to get dark out. Let’s head in—”
Levi gripped Hange’s wrist, holding it tight but keeping it loose enough for her to walk away, if she really wanted to.
“Levi?”
“You can’t just say something that serious and then walk off.”
“Well…what else am I supposed to do? It’s nothing, right? Just a slip of the tongue. I’m tired anyways. Maybe it’s just—”
“You never say things you don’t mean, Hange.”
The blush on her cheeks deepened, and Hange bowed her head, desperately trying to hide the sight from Levi. “I’m not that good at being sincere.”
“I’m not either, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.”
Hange’s wide eyes snapped up to meet his, and her heart fluttered upon seeing Levi’s flustered countenance. With his free hand, he covered his face with his palm, sighing deeply into it. “After all these years of being friends, the one time you do me in is when we’re on a vacation in another land at someone else’s house before everything possibly goes to hell.” Levi let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his now messy strands of hair. “Tell me, Hange. Was that really a joke, or is it something that came from your heart?”
Hange considered her words for a moment, battling between coming clean and brushing the whole thing aside. But seeing Levi’s desperation, his pleading to know if there was truth to be found in her words…could she really deny him of the truth of her feelings, now?
“With everything I do, I dedicate my heart,” she declared, briefly glancing back up at Levi’s eyes. “I’ve dedicated my heart for humanity, for my fallen comrades, but to a single person…I think I already have.”
Levi’s heart pounded against his chest, threatening to leap out. “You’ve dedicated your heart…to me?”
Hange pursed her lips as she fought back her sudden shyness. “Well…we’ve been by each other’s side for so long, and we’re the last ones left. I can’t say I haven’t thought about the future, either. Our future. And how it might be nice…to continue to experience life at your side.”
For the first time in Levi’s life, he found himself at a loss for words. This is how Hange felt about him? Since when? For how long? But more importantly, why?
“I don’t think I’m the kind of person you’d want to live out the rest of your life with. I’m unpleasant, I can’t stand a dirty house, and after all these years of fighting, I’m not sure that I can easily settle into a life free of obligations. Do you really want to be woken up at five in the morning because I’m making the bed with you in it?”
Hange flung her head back, bursting into laughter. Levi could only observe her reaction, trying to will the bashfulness to leave him. But now he’d just insinuated not only living in the same house as Hange, but sleeping in the same bed! What was he doing? He’d never been good at expressing his feelings. Perhaps he should have kept them to himself—
“Well, if you clean the house, then I’ll cook the food! The kids have always complimented my culinary prowess~”
The two turned their gazes to one another, their once wild blushes now just faint shades of red. The uneasiness in the air had given way to a sense of relief, and the anxiety gripping them had turned into confidence. As they looked for answers in each other’s eyes, the sun dipped lower and lower below the horizon, stars just beginning to peek through the deep orange sky.
“Well, how about it, Captain? If we make it out of this war alive and neither of us are still with anyone, how about we get married? We’ve dedicated our hearts to humanity. Now it’s time to dedicate them to someone new.”
“Idiot,” Levi whispered, gently taking Hange’s hand in his as he began to pull her back to the Azumabito estate. Despite his rough words, if you looked closely enough, you could spot the tiniest of smiles forming on Levi’s face. With the soft whistling of the wind and the lapping of waves on the shore, they walked on slowly together, relishing in the feeling of their fingers intertwined. “My heart’s already yours. You don’t even have to ask.”
#claudemblems writes#look I'm obsessed with the dedicated hearts thing okay#I want them to dedicate their hearts to each other#aot#levihan#levihan fic
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I wasn't really an especially emotional kid.
while all my friends and family cried watching movies, I never would. maybe just a case of eldest daughter apathy, but now I realize it probably had everything to do with my undiagnosed autism and/or adhd. I never felt strong feelings toward people. I only ever fought with my siblings and parents and never bonded deeply with any friends. I was living in a sort of self absorbed haze, not realizing I was self absorbed until I grew up and hindsight showed me otherwise. but even though emotions on the surface were limited and hard to come by for me, I was packed full of them on the inside. so much so that I remember one particularly clear, warm, golden blue summer day, I had just finished reading Eragon and immersing myself fully in it for days and days. I laid in the fresh cut grass and felt tears in my eyes and realized that all I ever wanted was for a dragon to come flying down to my yard, pick me up, and take me soaring away from this place. I was so convinced that maybe, just maybe, the fantasy world I'd made in my head was real. I watched the treeline behind my house, thinking that every second that passed was one second closer to my great adventure.
but of course it never came.
and now looking back at twenty-something, jaded by years of emotional upheaval and family drama and daily reality checks... I realize that that day in the yard, watching the skies and waiting for something supernatural to come sweep me away... that was the first time something really moved me. really affected every aspect of my psyche. and along with that, by a cruel twist of fate, that was the day my childhood died. because even at thirteen I had a shred of hope. a tiny glimmer of something inside my brain that said maybe reality isn't what you think. maybe there really are dragons and wizards and elves and grand adventures and the capacity to grow and change into someone worthwhile. and when I looked at the endless blue sky and it was unblemished by my ride out of there, maybe I finally accepted my fate. tied down to the cold rock that we call home, never to see the world that only exists in my mind, never to become something better, someone that people admire. I remember the sinking in my chest, the grip around my heart that reality had in that moment. saying in its cruel, taunting voice, it's time to let it go. no more dreaming. no more delusions. it's time to see the world as it really is, as the adults see it. it's time to grow up.
and grow up, I did.
I became cynical, sarcastic, and numb. my creativity evaporated. my tolerance for things I deemed kiddish disappeared with the blink of an eye. suddenly I became the responsible adult in the house. through family turmoil I became the secondary caregiver and a pseudo mother figure for my young siblings. I refused to watch the movies I used to love as dark circles formed under my young eyes. I reached for that old creativity I used to have, desperately wishing for parts of my childhood back as I was suddenly forced into a premature adulthood. years slipped by. I never had a sweet sixteen, because sixteen was the worst year of my life. I was always last in my friend groups, never anyone's first choice, always the strong responsible older sister who could handle things on her own.
needless to say, my apathy and cynicism only worsened.
but that's the beautiful thing about growing up, I guess. at some point you have a choice. continue on the path of bitterness and apathy, or turn around and embrace the things from your childhood.
and that's exactly what I did.
the moment I hit twenty-one, I decided I'd had enough. that my family couldn't affect me anymore. that I could wear my own rose colored glasses again. I didn't have to discard them altogether. maybe I found them in a box of old dreams or maybe they materialized right in front of me. but either way, now I was in charge of when and where I wanted to wear them.
as an adult, I still have responsibilities. I still feel protective of my siblings and will always feel the need to care for them, but I can step away now. I can put on those rose colored glasses, lay in the yard, and let my mind wander.
turns out, my dragon ultimately did come for me. though it didn't swoop down from the sky like I had wanted. instead it came from the strength and experiences and wisdom of my short life, picking me up and taking me away to all the places I've ever wanted to go. it's my courage, my love, my raw emotions that don't hide behind apathy anymore.
and that's the beautiful thing about growing up.
the world you want doesn't magically appear. you create it yourself. forged in the fire of life, of struggle, of reality.
and it's beautiful.
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