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welcome-to-the-end-of-eras · 26 days

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Pulleyverse Characters as ATLA Benders

Mori: If any one of the pulleyverse characters were to be the avatar it would definitely be Mori, but if he weren't the avatar I think he would be an earth bender who specializes in metal bending. Like I think he would have so much fun making little metal sculptures and moving structures and stuff like that, not unlike the Beifongs in LoK. So combining those ideas, he'd be an avatar born in the Earth Kingdom who very much does not want to be the avatar.

Shenkov: He's definitely a fire bender, no question. He has that classic fire bender strength and honor routine basically engrained in him from a young age, and I feel like he could be pretty accomplished as a fire bender, but again he probably wouldn't want to do much fire bending. He'd kinda be like an Iroh situation; was and could be the strongest person in the room if he let loose, but all he really wants is some tea.

Joe: Water bender, and a damn good one too. He really mastered the calm meditative nature required of a water bender, (the man stared blank faced at a ticking bomb two feet from him, for Christ's sake) but he can also be really ruthless about it too. I don't necessarily think he would be a blood bender or anything like that, but he would definitely be able to pull the freezing rain thing like Katara.

Missouri: He would also be a water bender for the same reasons as Joe, but I think he would in fact be a blood bender. In the world of ATLA, blood benders are very widely feared, and for good reason, and I think Missouri would absolutely be capable of using something like blood bending to instill fear in people. He wouldn't like doing it of course, but he could and would if necessary.

Gale: They're very much an air bender. They're very calm and meditative when they need to be, and that is how they prefer to be, but they could definitely pull a Yangchen and just go buckwild if they needed to. And I feel like of all the pulleyverse characters, they're the least attached to their "earthly desires" (and that is relative bc none of these mfs are detached at all). Plus imagine them having a fuckin MAMMOTH as their little companion buddy instead of a bison!!! A big ass flying mammoth!!!

Valery: I honestly think Valery would be a non bender. He's all for science and everything like that, and of course benders can be scientists, but I feel like he would spend a lot of time studying what makes people able to bend instead of being a bender himself. If I were to choose one element for him I would probably choose fire, but at the end of the day it makes the most sense to me if he were more interested in studying bending.

Merrick: Earth bender. There is no other answer for him that earth bender. He's very grounded and stable in his character, but also undeniably strong. His arc about overcoming the "weakness" he feels after his leg gets messed up honestly is very reminiscent of Toph to me, and I feel like he would absolutely take the time and learn from the creatures of the earth to become an incredibly powerful earth bender. Also adding in him being a mentor for Mori and it's just >>>

Raphael: I feel like he would also be an earth bender tbh. Like he just so ardently respects the land he lives on and constantly learns from his environment to adapt, especially considering he can't always rely on the people around him, so he would turn to learning from the world around him. If I were pressed to choose another one I think he could also fit into the fire bender role, but I prefer the earth bender interpretation tbh.

January: He honestly could be a non bender too, but the Sokka kind of non bender who takes the time to learn actual fighting moves from all of the nations and become just an incredibly powerful fighter on his own. I feel like he would be especially inspired by air nomad moves being a dancer and all, and that would be the way he bonds with Gale which I think is vvv cute.

Thaniel: he has stumped me this entire post, which is very odd considering I think about this man at least five times a day, and the best conclusion I think I've drawn is he'd either be a non bender or an earth bender. So probably then a non bender born in the earth kingdom, because he does embody the earth kingdom ideals of maintaining outward strength and balance in life, but not necessarily the actual ideals of an earth bender. And tbh he seems like he couldn't give less of a fuck about bending.

#this took me longer than expected and I reserve the right to change my answers later #the way I normally make these posts is by stewing on the ideas throughout the day and then putting all of my ideas out in a mad dash #it is to quote the mars house 'projectile autism'#but I was asked personally this morning to make this and I don't have a lot of time today so this is what we're rocking with for now #and I'd happily do it again bc I love making these and I love atla #the watchmaker of filigree street #the lost future of pepperharrow #the bedlam stacks #the kingdoms #the half life of valery k #the mars house #twofs #tlfop #tbs #tk #thlovk #tmh #natasha pulley

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stergeon · 9 hours

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> OTHER: Contrive some sort of SCHEME.

Oh, yes, this is very exciting. You love a good SCHEME, and it is marvelous to get to concoct one so early in the day. This bodes very well for how the rest of your day will progress.

Now it is time to play your favorite game:

“What could possibly happen?”

This is a very fun game where you attempt to devise every single possible series of events that could occur in the course of enacting your SCHEME. You play all of these scenarios out to their logical end and then some in order to guarantee that your plan goes flawlessly and that you have accounted for any potential risks. As you know, you are very good at thinking, and knowing things keeps your heartbeat regular and makes you not nauseous, so this game is one of your favorite activities.

You open up your JOURNAL and begin to take notes on your SCHEME. Since you are pressed for time, you do not delve as deeply into the potential scenarios as you usually would; although this unnerves you, you believe you have drafted sufficient options as to determine several effective courses of action. You wager you can exploit FERDINAND'S weaknesses for TEA and PHYSICAL AFFECTION to make him see reason and agree to attend BREAKFAST with you, guaranteeing he vacates your QUARTERS in a timely manner.

#008 | < | JOURNAL | HOW TO PLAY | SEE ALL POSTS

#fe3h #fe16 #cyoa #fire emblem #hpnd #sterge.pptx #ferdibert #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #fire emblem three houses #this one took A Lot longer than expected if you can believe it #me [stoned off my ass]: what if i made a game called What Could Possibly Happen where you list out everything that could possibly happen #me [an idiot]: that won't take a long time. i'm sure i could bang that out quick. this is a really good and funny idea.#me [four days of trying to make nested accordions later]: this sucks so much #i don't know what i thought this game would look like.#thus it's not really a game. i guess you can win (?)#whatever. it Should help inform your vote so i guess that's all that matters lol #every time i do one of these i say i'll scale it back on the next activity #and then when i go to do the next one #i say 'what could possibly happen'#dunce

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orcelito · 7 months

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FANTASTIC NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i finished & posted the ITNL 14 re-edits, WHICH MEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm officially done with my re-edits project!!!!!!!!!! :D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ive been thinking a lot today about my plans for ITNL 15, AND i have tomorrow off, so if all goes well i'll be able to start writing again. TOMORROW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and if the chapter grips me like i expect it will then... hehehehehe

could be an update in as little as a few days, depending. i'll keep u guys updated

#speculation nation #itnl shit #im SO fucking ecstatic man ive been looking forward to this for a month and a half #that took SO much longer than i was expecting it to. but i guess editing 75k words while working full time is kind of a lot #it has been a journey. and it is now complete.#and now i can move on to the NEW THINGS!!!!!!!!! INCLUDING a chapter id been looking forward to for So Long #it's for the best that i went thru the whole fic again. itnl 14 was so hard to write bc i was just Not that mentally there with it #and also uh. The Everything.#i think 15 will be easier. MUCH easier. and im really looking forward to having proper writing motivation again.#AND......... IF ALL GOES WELL.............. i'll hopefully be able to ride that motivation train through the next few chapters #Which Means we could be seeing wolfwood in as little as a few weeks!!! maybe!!!!!!!!#i hope so !!!!!!!!!!! i wanna write him SO fucking bad #and like itnl IS a vw fic. it IS. i SWEAR. it's just mostly been grieving and pining from vash so far lksdjflsdjkfsdlkf #but it will have actual vw. eventually.#im like practically vibrating now but i need to go to sleep. so i can have the brain strength to write tomorrow hehehe #i took a melatonin to hopefully knock myself out soon. i GOTTA get some good rest tonight. for the Writing Brain.#and if i daydream about the start of next chapter.... hehehehe #more power to me then :]

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sophieswundergarten · 1 year

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So. Everyone who yelled at me yesterday for making a ramble on Reynie going blank and then not resolving it, this is for you: (@lemondropletters, you have been tagged)

Also, it's in a Google Doc because it was definitely too long for a Tumblr post, and ~~I don't know how AO3 works~~

The (vague) premise is that, instead of Constance seeing Curtain's broadcast, they all get to the compound mentally sound, but once there, they split up to look for Mr. Benedict, and instead Reynie finds Curtain. This is the wrap up of what would have happened in the last episode.

#I'm sorry if it's also garbage #My brain hasn't been letting me sleep the last two days so I've just been working on this #And also I've never tried writing fic before so it is highly likely to be bad #But it was certainly a fun experience!#I was like “Oh I'll just rewrite that first post in this new format and then add the notes I had in my drafts”#And from there it somehow spiraled into a five and a half thousand word mess #But I think I learned some things!#And I'm sorry Miss Perumal isn't more help I got caught up in the emotion and I just really wanted the kids to work it out themselves #Especially since Reynie is normally the driving force for those kinds of solutions #But without him it took a lot longer than I expected #Also be warned I use a lot more em dashes then I think I'm supposed to #And I was trying the technique of mostly using the adult's formal names since the main perspective is the kids'#But the point is that I did it. I tried.#And if it's terrible then I will just never do it again #I'm sorry I didn't know how to end it so it's kind of vague and abrupt #I hope it's fairly in-character I tried really hard but messing up character voices terrifies me which is why I've never tried this before #I am genuinely so sorry if this is hot garbage it certainly feels like garbage #Okay shutting up now. Again my apologies #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #reynie muldoon #kate wetherall #sticky washington #constance contraire #miss perumal

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robiinurheart33 · 16 days

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Ghoap as Once more to see you by Mitski

“In the rear view mirror, I saw the setting sun on your neck

And felt the taste of you bubble up inside me”

Ghost always thought of Johnny as something that could never be diminished, never replaced, never dimmed. An unstoppable force of nature. The very definition of the sun to him.

Johnny blazed beautifully. He brought life and colour to everything around him, even to ghost. He thought of mortals that worshipped sun gods, that thanked them for bringing life around them, how they brought upon the very beginning of humanity. Ghost feels his hard ridges melt away in Johnny’s warmth, how he brought his humanity back to him. He doesn’t even know how he did it. It was like second nature to soap, breathing the life back to Simon. It was like nothing to soap. It was the whole world to Simon.

It was acidic, the way he felt about soap. It burned through his skin, sticky-sweet, and made a home in his body. It clung and absorbed itself into his bones, merged and became part of his DNA. It stabbed into the very core of his being, infecting him. He hated it, hated the way it made his heart clench and his throat close up whenever he saw Johnny.

He hated it.

“But with everyone watching us, our every move

We do have reputation.”

Soap knows Ghost has a irrefutable reputation. Something that he didn’t have to fake, he is and always will be the Ghost. He’s violent, and bloody, and he’s always being watched with a thousand eyes. Around the base, in the cameras, by higher ups. It’s a precaution the undead have to deal with. It’s a precaution that’s strangely similar to a prisoner. The thought makes uneasiness curl in soap’s gut, making him scratch the nape of his neck in irritation, grimacing.

Ghost has always been just out of reach. Being a private, hearing rumours of a massive killing machine roaming around SAS, a distant thought of maybe rising high enough in the ranks to actually meet the guy. He wouldn’t live long enough for me to meet him. Some part of him snorts. But actually seeing him, a 6’2 wall of muscle and broodiness, soap knew then that he was irrevocably fucked.

Soap isn’t stupid. In fact, he can confidently say he’s a smart ass cookie. Which is why he knows he absolutely cannot risk Ghost getting compromised just for soap’s selfishness. Soap is glaringly aware of the eyes staring down at Ghost, and by default, at him. Soap is his Sargent. Soap is his friend. Soap is his…his.?

Soap scratches at the nape of his neck, picking at a scab and drawing blood.

“We keep it secret, won’t let them have it

So come inside and be with me, alone with me”

Graves. Shepard. Laswell. Even Price. Ghost knows what they have is fragile, bubble light and just as explosive as anything he could come up with. He trusted Price, he did. But ever since that mission with graves where everything went to shit, he keeps thinking of Johnny, his Sargent alone and hurt, in a village filled with shadows, just barely scraping past losing more and more blood the longer he stays there.

Ghost doesn’t trust anyone. Not even himself. He places his whole heart, his life, his mind, his body, his everything to Soap, whatever he wants, he’ll do it. Before soap, he’s always been good at being a weapon, a mutt if he thinks about it long enough. To his Dad, to Roba, to Shepard. He knows what it feels like to be dehumanised, desenitised to whatever the hell people see him as. A monster, a spirit, an unknown. He doesn’t care.

But.

Soap does. He does care. And fuck, if that doesn’t break down every single god-damned wall he meticulously built up to completely sweep him away and keep him safe. Alone. Together. Just them and no one else. He knows he doesn’t need anything else he doesn’t want anything else he just. Wants. Johnny. Johnny might not belong to him, but Simon knows that every single atom of himself belongs to johnny.

Ghost knows better than anyone else how dangerous it is to be associated with him. And he won’t let the same thing that happened to his family happen to Johnny. So he does the opposite of what his heart wants. He keeps his distance, doesn’t talk more than necessary, showing everyone that they’re just teammates, friendly only for the sake of the task force.

But under closed doors, in the private channel, ghost lets Simon loose. He holds Johnny tight, he tucks his head into the crook of his neck, and he relaxes. Simon felt like a snake, twisting and turning, gripping harder and harder into his desire. Here, where the world is only him and Johnny, Simon takes his time. He gets lazy and carefree as much as he gets, sinks into the solid warmth of Johnny’s presence. Alone. Together.

“If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses”

There was a certain desperation that always came with the job. Soap knows that. He just never thought it would be like this. Heart aching- quiet sobs- the demand to be violent, the all encompassing love that came with it. Soap always knew he was messed up, no one would willingly sign up their life to die if they weren’t a little fucked up in the head. But god, it was- should be concerning to Soap how far he would go to to keep Ghost safe. To keep them safe. Ghost was no softie, the thought of it is laughable, but Soap has always been aggressively protective- even possessive of what he thinks he should stand up to. He’s unwaveringly loyal, both a valuable asset and his greatest flaw.

Soap wants to dig his nails into Ghost so hard his pale skin tears, sink his teeth into his jugular until his entire mouth is filled with his blood, meld their ribs together and press his heart right against Simon’s cold, beating one. Soap wants to tuck his head into the crook of Simon’s neck, fling a leg over his and feel his chest slowly rising and falling. He wants to share their body heat, entangle their legs, so that he cannot tell where Johnny ends and where Simon begins. He wants, he wants, he wants.

“Then I wouldn’t have to scream your name

Atop of every roof in the city of my heart”

Ghost had never felt an emotion as strong as this. It felt uncomfortably similar to anger, or his anxiety. It poked and prodded at his heart, his lungs, his throat. His gut churned nervously and he felt like throwing his head on the nearest solid surface over and over again. His intrusive thoughts became even more uncontrollable, the violent nature of his animalistic side howling in excitement.

Every time someone laughed with or touched soap, he could feel his subconscious screaming in protest, to gnash his teeth at anyone who dared get close to soap. He felt like a disobedient dog, nipping at soap’s feet for an ounce of attention.

He felt feral, like he wasn’t completely himself and it scared him. Every time he spots a mercenary sneak up behind soap during a mission, his heart screams and his hand lines up immediately and shoots on instinct, as simple as breathing.

“Good shot, L.t.” Soap breathes.

He only grunts in reply, his mind crooning.

Of course. I wouldn’t ever miss. Not if it’s for you. Only for you. Just for you, Johnny. I would do anything.

Ghost compartmentalises, pushing that part of him deep, deep down.

“Keep it tactical, Sargent.”

He wishes he could do the same.

“If I could see you

Once more to see you”

Soap knows Ghost is beautiful. He doesn’t need to see his real face to know. It’s in the way he carries himself, his thick British accent, the arrogant quirk of his eyebrow that shifted under his mask. He never had any urge to take a peek at his face under that mask, always respected his boundaries, always stayed fairly within line.

But during the mission in Las Almas, where Ghost had so unwaveringly pulled off his mask, Johnny felt like his whole world had been shaken. Maybe it was because Ghost was his whole world Soap had been obsessed ever since. The crooked curve of his nose, his clipped and messy dirty blonde hair, the slight curve of his Cupid’s bow on his upper lip, the jagged scar that had been carved into pale, almost sickly skin. It was all so utterly Simon. Soap felt unhealthily obsessed. Genuinely, he thought that he could not be any more head over heels, and he goes and does this.

It was stupid how eager Soap was to draw his face. It was like he was a puppet on a string, pulled by his untethered compulsiveness. He had to be cautious. He yearned rip off the mask Ghost has just put on again to kiss him stupid in front of everyone. 141, maybe. But not the Los Vaqueros. He does have that sliver of sanity to hold himself back. But god, if that doesn’t just open up a door of opportunities for him behind closed doors. The extra areas of skin that were now not so unreachable was like dangling a candy in front of a child and expecting them to not take it.

Simon is beautiful. Simon is so pretty. Simon’s stunning. Pure Bonnie.

Soap wills himself to shut the fuck up and focus on the mission. He wants to see Simon again. Preferably, in a setting with more light. Soap feels like he’s rediscovering ghost all over again, he wants to see his smile, his annoyed expression, his huffs and grunts, everything on his face. Good lord, does he have dimples? Soap thinks he might just die.

The act of seeing ghost’s skin lights something in soap. He doesn’t know what it is, but he feels the impatience and desperation to find out what it is. He grapples and tries to identify it, but like his callsign, it slips away and he’s left with a frustratingly empty feeling he knows only ghost can fill. I’ll find out. I swear, I’ll find it out.

Soap has never been a patient man.

#FINALLY #GOD #IM DONE #SHIT THIS TOOK SO MUCH LONGER THAN IT SHOULD #FUCK #it’s a lot longer than I expected too #Jesus #please like this or I’ll explode and start crying #/hj #it’s been a rough few months guys #tumblr cut me some slack pls #no pressure tho it’s ok #hope y’all like it I spent so much time on it #robs ramblings #call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap

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alejandroseyepatch · 4 months

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Regressor! Alejandro w/ Caregiver! Heather Headcanons

•Alejandro was extremely nervous to tell Heather about his regression. He thought she would think it was weird or gross.

•Heather didn’t really think it was gross, she just thought it was a bit weird at first. She didn’t understand it that well and wasn’t sure why he did it.

•Alejandro explained to her that it was a coping mechanism from all the trauma he had gone through during his childhood and from being on the show.

•Heather still thought it was weird, but understood it a little more. She didn’t know if she wanted to be involved in the whole thing, which was completely fine with Alejandro. He didn’t want to make her see him regressed if she wasn’t comfortable with it.

•After a couple months, Heather had brought the topic back up and said she wanted to help out with the whole thing. She’d done a lot of research and saw that some regressors had caregivers. She really wanted to be there with him and be supportive.

•The first time Alejandro regressed around her, he was around the age of four years old. He was definitely the sweetest toddler Heather had ever seen. All he wanted to do that day was cuddle with her, which Heather was more than happy to do.

•Once Alejandro grew more comfortable regressing around Heather, he would end up regressing younger with her.

•The first time he went into babyspace with her, was also the first time he had ever called her “Mama”.

•It was a complete accident, Alejandro was too young and far in his headspace to realize what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted his Mama.

•It happened when Heather had left him alone to get his bottle. Alejandro had started crying while repeating the word “Mama” until she finally came back.

•Heather felt mixed emotions about the new title. She thought it was sweet that he thought of her as a motherly figure while he was little, but the way he was crying while saying it broke her heart.

•Once Alejandro was back in his normal headspace, they talked about the whole nickname. Heather was completely fine with it, so it just stuck. That’s what Alejandro refers to her as whenever he’s small.

•Heather’s really good at telling what Alejandro wants/needs whenever he starts crying. His cries have some differences whenever he’s regressed back to a baby, so she knows exactly what they mean. She knows when he’s hungry, thirsty, bored, needs changing, sleepy, etc.

•Heather loves dressing Alejandro up in cute outfits. Sometimes she takes forever to find an outfit for the day because they all looks so cute on him. He goes through a lot of outfits during the day because of this.

•Alejandro is very clingy, and just wants to be around Heather at all times. He’s constantly following her around like a little puppy.

•Alejandro loves being picked up and carried around, which Heather can do, just for short periods of time. She can’t carry him around constantly, he’s bigger than her so it’s a bit of a challenge. But she does carry/hold him as much as she can.

•Heather always uses pet names for him. The ones she uses the most are “Baby”, “Baby boy”, “Pumpkin”, “Angel”, “Honey”, and “Sweetheart”.

•Heather praises Alejandro constantly. She knows he needs it, due to the lack of praise from his parents. Every time Alejandro gets praised for something, even if it’s something small, he always gets so happy and giggly.

•Alejandro has a lot of nightmares/flashbacks about when he was in the robot. Heather’s always there to help comfort him and get him calmed down whenever it happens.

•One of Alejandro’s favorite ways to show affection is by giving Heather pacifier kisses. Every time they’re cuddling, Heather always feels Alejandro giving her a kiss on the cheek with his paci in his mouth. She genuinely thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

•If Alejandro’s teeny tiny, he loves pulling on Heather’s hair. He doesn’t mean to hurt her or anything, that’s just another way he shows his love and appreciation.

•But every time he is that small, Heather always puts her hair up. So instead of pulling her hair, he’ll just tug at her shirt while squealing and giggling.

•Alejandro can be a very, very giggly baby. Sometimes, the entire time he’s regressed, he’ll just giggle the entire time. Mainly because Heather keeps doing/showing him stuff that makes him laugh.

•Alejandro needs a lot of reassurance, especially while he’s regressed. Heather doesn’t mind giving him almost hour long talks about how important and special he is. She just wants him to be happy.

•Since Alejandro regresses so young, he’s prone to having accidents every now and then. He was incredibly embarrassed about it at first, and he still is just not as bad, but Heather doesn’t care. She doesn’t make fun of him or tease him in anyway. She’ll help him get changed and cleaned up, then comfort him until he feels better.

•If Alejandro’s in an “older” headspace and feels comfortable with it, Heather will take him out to go shopping for new toys.

•Heather really loves taking him anywhere. She mainly takes him out to lesser known areas, such as trails so he can get out of the house and explore new places.

•Heather isn’t the best when it comes to dealing with Alejandro’s temper tantrums. She never yells at him or anything like that, but she does get really frustrated and annoyed with them at times.

•When that happens, she’ll just put Alejandro in his timeout area and leave the room until he’s done throwing a fit. She knows it’s probably not the best way to deal with it, but it’s definitely not the worst. Plus, he normally does calm down soon after being put in timeout.

•Alejandro loves making Heather little drawings. He’ll even put glitter glue on most of them because he knows she likes it.

•A lot of the time if Heather has her hair up in a ponytail, Alejandro will whine about how he wants his hair in a ponytail too. He’ll just carry on until his hair is up, just like his Mama’s.

•Alejandro is a very picky eater, in and out of his headspace, but it’s somehow even worse when he’s little. If his food isn’t perfect, he refuses to eat it.

•It’s really difficult to get him to eat well balanced meals. A lot of the time, Heather just has to give him something like fruit, crackers, yogurt, popcorn, etc because he won’t eat anything else.

•Alejandro isn’t a huge fan of sweets when his big, but when he’s small he does enjoy them. He mainly likes chocolate, specifically chocolate chip cookies. So if he’s been very well behaved, Heather will reward him with a cookie.

•He also really likes chocolate milk, which Heather often gives to him in the morning or if he’s had a rough day.

•Sometimes, Alejandro will refuses to eat his food unless Heather feeds him. Heather finds it ridiculous, yet a bit funny at the same time

•Alejandro is very spoiled, but he definitely isn’t a spoiled brat. Heather just really enjoys spoiling him and he’s a very grateful baby.

•If Alejandro’s fussy over nothing, Heather will put him on her lap and start bouncing him up and down. It works nine out of ten times.

•If that doesn’t work, then she’ll lay down on his play mat for tummy time, which does end up calming him down if bouncing him didn’t work.

•Whenever Alejandro wants to play a game, like hide and seek for example, and he’s around the age of two, Heather always has to remember to hide somewhere easy.

•Otherwise if he can’t find her after about a minute, Alejandro will just start sobbing while crying out for her. Poor little guy doesn’t really understand how the game works.

•Heather bought him a shirt that says “Mama’s Boy” on it. She got it for him as a joke, but it’s one of Alejandro’s favorite shirts when he’s regressed. Little Alejandro is a proud mama’s boy.

•Heather has ended up becoming pretty good at understanding Spanish, because on rare occasions when Alejandro regresses, he will only speak Spanish.

•Alejandro makes Heather watch a lot of children’s movies with him because he was always too busy for them when he was a kid.

•Alejandro can be extremely emotional when he’s regressed. Sometimes, he’ll just cry the entire time, and that’s okay. Heather’s always there to keep him company and she’ll just let him cry until he feels better.

#total drama agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere headcanons #age regression #WOW this was a lot longer than i expected #this took me almost two hours to write #little alejandro has my heart <3

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skitskatdacat63 · 8 months

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I think I need to just watch AD 2009 and finish off that season tonight so I don't feel so morose about F1 today haha

#AAAHHHHH I HATE FINISHING THINGS :(((((((((#2009 has been so much fun!!!#ad 2009 is a funny race to me #the standings are practically finalized after brazil so its like an epilogue to me #and also i already know the podium and im excited #somehow this one took me longer than 2005 even tho it had less races #I think i just really savored it bcs i love all the aspects of it #so maybe expect a lot from me on monday !!#i dont have school and i feel uncompleted today so ill just put all my focus on this #and then onto 2010 next oh god im gonna be so deranged #catie.rambling.txt

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chowonsang · 6 months

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i have to ask about bump-up business: are Mill and Nine actually okay at acting? because when i watched the trailer i was like ummm.....

yes and no? as a lyon its pretty easy to tell that theyre acting, but i think they did okay with what they were given. its less of "are they good at acting" and more of "is the script good"— which, no it isnt. It kinda suffers from being a low-budget manhwa adaption, so a lot of their lines aren't exactly what real people would do in real life, and I think some of the editing did them dirty (ie not cutting out moments where they are clearly getting ready to say their line). it kinda gave me student film levels of acting. they know what theyre doing but they could use some workshopping. they did get better as the show went on, though!

that being said, yoojung and kyubin did fucking amazing. yoojung especially was a stand-out for me. he wasn't in the show too much, only near the end, but comparing his acting to nine and mill... uh yeah hes definitely better than them as of now

#sorry this reply is probably a lot longer than you expected #i just have a lot of thoughts!#i think if the script was better and if they actually edited out the dead air #it would have been much better #it also took a bit to get used to wookjin talking in a lower voice so maybe thats what threw me off for his character #but like i said during my liveblogging— even if mill isnt the best actor he does an amazing job portraying a polite and sunny little guy #it was still fun to watch and especially fun to make fun of 👍#moonflowerglowing #answered

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its-paperd · 1 year

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FlowerShop AU Kross!! requested by my good friend, @psycho-chair !! :)

[ The Magenta-Budded Pulvanithisa ] ( disclaimer, the flower name is not real, I just made it up lol )

" what's this, a new flower type? looks like a lotus. but for dirt, heh. "

Killer looked at the potted floral Cross has given him ( well, it was more of a shove ). He was about to open the shop until Cross came from the back door. Strange, considering Cross only comes for restocks.

This time though, it's a potted plant.

The pot is decorated in a black, blue navy and white tapestry, full of lines and dots. The flower itself is a lotus-based Pulvanithisa, the "family flower" of Cross' kind.

Cross' magnificent flowers and plants made Killer's business booming ever since he came into the heap of a shop he had rented over a year ago. He wasn't the best at taking care of greens, despite him being a great cat babysitter. He still hoped MoishMish is doing better up there. It was hard leaving her to the vets for months before that news of her not being able to—

" Killer? Is there... something wrong? "

Oh. He dozed out apparently.

Killer apologized to Cross, saying that he must've wandered around his mind again. " so uh... mind telling me what this is? " he asked, holding the pot in one hand and the other resting on hips.

" C- careful!! " Cross trembled, his hands slightly reaching out in case it falls. " easy, Crossy. i'm a good handler, " Killer joked, while he balances it on his finger. Cross yelped, making him chuckle. He almost made the pot topple over.

" Killer!! Stop that!! "

" fine, fine. party pooper. "

Cross heaved a relieved sigh as Killer sets it on the countertop of his counter. He then looks at him with his 'brows' raised, marking a " well? " on his face.

Cross caught it and stammered, " Ah, yeah.. it's the newest one I've made, actually. Was testing it back at the garden. I call it.. " Cross stopped, making a dramatic pause while making jazz hands.

" The Magenta-Budded Pulvanithisa. "

Killer couldn't hold back, letting out a hearty laugh. After a few moments, he took a few breaths, despite being a skeleton.

" sorry, it's just.. I don't see?? A bud?? unless it's like, hiding in the petals or something. "

" That's because it is. Watch, " he said as he reached the sides of the petal, stroking it a bit. Killer watched in fascination as he heard the flower purred contently. Cross' creations always purr when he touches them.

Killer thinks it's cute.

" Also, it's not just a bud, " Cross giggled. He looked at him confused. Until.

The flower opened itself, revealing bullets of brightly colored pinks and the inside a beautiful fuchsia light blue gradient in the center.

Killer swore his soul thumped at the gorgeous sight.

" See? It's quite a plenty! " Cross giggled as he presented the flower. Killer was speechless, but in a good way.

" holy shit, Cross.. it's.. it's brilliant! fucking fantastic, even! " he gasped in awe with a huge grin on his face while his fingers brushed the floral, petting it. " i think this might make the customers go hog wild!! "

" Actually, they're for you. "

. . .

" huh? " He questioned, his smile froze.

Cross tugged on his pale turquoise apron, fiddling with the strings. " this Pulvanis is actually for you, Killer. "

While his soul thumped a while ago, this time it almost stopped its beat.

He could feel his maroon blush spreading his face. And Cross was no different, his own color covering his.

The two stood there in silence. They didn't even noticed the flower closing back to let them have their moment.

" ... woah. uh. thanks. i think. w- wow. " Killer looked away, avoiding eye contact.

" Do you like it? "

" like it? i fuckin' love it. it's beautiful, Criss Cross, " his smile gentling his worried face.

The silence dragged on.

For about 4 minutes until Killer's phone rings in the tune of " Pompeii - Bastille ".

" oh right! the- uh, the shop. " Killer looked around, glad that there weren't any weird people with their glasses on, taking pictures whenever he and Cross are in the same room.

He never knows how they just poof out of thin air.

" Oh right. Guess... we'll see again next month? " Cross shrugged while scratching the back of his skull.

" i mean, we could meet again at the Libraby. " Killer nudged.

" Right. "

" right. "

Wasting no time, Cross whistled Pakkun the Venus Flytrap to come over. Pakkun was the first plant he was introduced to and he grew fond of it, constantly fighting over the last piece of beef jerky.

He sat on top of its head, his feet crossed over. Heh.

" See you! " Cross smiled and waved, Pakkun doing the same with its leaf.

" see you. " Killer waved back as he watched his apprentices slither away, its leaves and vines falling off.

He glanced back at the closed flower sitting by his countertop, its chirps and purrs wanting for attention.

" we need to give you a name, lil buddy. " The flower seemed to be somehow jumping, its petals going up and down.

" how's MishMish sound? "

Another buzz comes from his phone.

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tada!! hope this makes you happy as it did for me :)

#this took me a lot longer than i expected #cause i usually do these stuff in the span of like... 8?? minutes since it's always short #oh well #FlowerShop Kross AU #✨ written paper'd #cross sans #killer sans #✨scribbled paper'd #chair buddy pal #also hey i did my best on the drawing 😤 /lh #'paperd why did you add a song out of the blue'#BECAUSE I CAN #SHUSH

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knight-engale · 2 years

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The Arcana Romance Tale: My Star

A friend of the countess takes a day off work to spend the day with MC.

Word Count: >2,000

Genre: Fluff

Please note: This fic has dialogue/action choices. The outcomes of these actions are enclosed in three dashes (---) and separated from each other with a single dash (-).

The late afternoon sun shines brightly as I make my way through the busy streets of Vesuvia. The market is no exception to the busyness; it's as bustling as always. Vendors call out to try and attract customers, shoppers converse with each other and the vendors, and workers carrying crates and barrels deliver new items. It's a little difficult to navigate it all, but I manage. After all, I have someone to find.

It takes a bit, but I eventually spot a familiar figure delivering a couple crates to a stand; Morgan Drakos. Nadia introduced her to me a while back, and we've been keeping in touch ever since. She just returned to the city for the first time in several months, and from the way she's been talking lately, she seems pretty eager to meet up again.

"Morgan!" I call out, shouldering my way towards her.

Morgan doesn't appear to hear me at first. It takes a vendor gesturing towards me for her to finally look up. When she sees me, she smiles brightly and waves.

"Hey there! Just a second!"

She hastily sets one last crate behind a stand and scribbles something down in a notebook. Once she's done, she walks over to me, putting her notebook into a pouch at her hip.

"It's great to see you again! In person, I mean." She grins.

“It’s good to see you, too.”

“I'm really glad you could make it. I appreciate a friendly face. And…I’ve been looking forward to seeing you, to be honest.” She gives me a sheepish smile and tucks some hair behind her ear.

> Tease her

> Reply sincerely

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> Tease her

“Well, I thought I might as well swing by, since I was already going to be in the area.” I grin at her.

Morgan laughs. “Ohh, I see. I suppose I must have only imagined planning to meet up.”

“That’s right.”

> Reply sincerely

“I’ve been looking forward to this, too. It’s nice to get out once in a while.”

Morgan nods. “It really is, isn’t it? I should probably do it more often.”

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“So, you had some things you wanted to do, right?” I ask.

“Yep! I thought we could maybe window shop for a while in the Heart District. After that…it’s a surprise.” She grins mischievously.

“Uh oh. Should I be worried?”

“Probably not. Come on, let’s catch a gondola.”

Morgan takes my hand and leads me to the nearest gondola dock. She gets in first, then helps me get in. A moment later, we’re on our way towards the Heart District.

Once we arrive, Morgan helps me out of the gondola and leads me down a street. The Heart District isn’t quite as crowded as Center City, which seems to be a relief to Morgan. Together, we walk along the nice streets, occasionally pointing out something that stands out to us.

After a little while, Morgan steers me towards one particular street. The vendors here seem to specialize in all kinds of accessories. Morgan keeps glancing at me as we wander down this street. Her expression is hard to read.

“Does anything here strike your fancy?” she asks, trying to sound nonchalant.

I look around at the two closest stands. One of them sells jewelry. The other sells fashion scarves.

> Look at the jewelry

> Look at the scarves

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> Look at the jewelry

“These look nice.” I head over to the jewelry stand. Morgan follows right behind me, watching as I look over the merchandise.

“This is some quality craftsmanship,” Morgan notes, idly picking up a pendant necklace and inspecting it. “Hmm…oh! Tell you what. Go ahead and pick something out. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!” She smiles at me. “I’d love nothing more than to get something for you.”

My cheeks warm a little. I knew she had a penchant for gift-giving, but I’d never actually been on the receiving end before.

I look over the items, trying to figure out what I like the most. Everything here is a lot fancier than what I’m used to. Morgan looks, as well. She makes a few suggestions, but none of them particularly interest me. Then I pick up a pendant necklace. It’s pretty simple; a thin chain, and a small gem in my favorite color.

“How about this one?” I look at her.

“I like it! It suits you."

Morgan immediately buys the necklace, smiling brightly. I try to ignore the amount of gold she hands over in exchange. She turns to me after she pays, and reaches out to put the necklace on me.

“There we go! It’s perfect.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Morgan smiles warmly.

> Look at the scarves

“I like these.” I head towards the scarf stand, with Morgan at my heels. The items here come in a wide variety of colors, sizes, and fabric materials.

“Wow. I didn’t realize rich people needed so many types of scarves.” Morgan looks at the merchandise, putting her hands on her hips.

“Morgan, you’re a rich person.”

“Yes, and my fellow rich people spend their money on the strangest things.”

I smile and roll my eyes, then look at the selection. I have to admit, Morgan’s right; the number of different types of scarves here is ridiculous.

Morgan picks up a white and gold scarf, and holds it up, looking between it and me. "Hmm…"

"Hmm?"

"Oh, ah, nothing. Just…wanted to see if…" She trails off, then turns and pays for the scarf.

"...What are you doing?"

"Just a moment..." She turns back to me and drapes the scarf around my shoulders with a soft laugh. "There! Now we match."

She points at the white and gold scarf around her waist, grinning. I can hardly help but smile, too.

"Yeah, I guess we do. Um…thanks."

"You're very welcome."

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"So…where to next?" I ask.

"The Temple District! I…want to show you something. Something special." She blushes softly, then offers me her hand. We grab another gondola and head out again.

We reach the Temple District pretty quickly. Morgan helps me out of the gondola and leads me down the streets. There's a temple from her homeland, the Republic of Galbrada, on one of the main streets here, but she walks right past it. Apparently that isn't the destination she has in mind.

She turns off of the main streets, and soon comes to some pretty narrow alleys. I look around warily, but Morgan continues on with confidence. She navigates the less maintained streets with ease until we reach an old, run-down temple. The columns in front have been overrun with ivy. Morgan strolls up to the doors as casually as could be. Her hand glows as she pulls one of the doors open. She looks at me with a big smile, her eyes sparkling, and gestures for me to follow her inside. I stay at her heels, looking around curiously.

"Welcome to the Rainbow Pool," Morgan says, turning to me and walking backwards with her arms spread wide.

The room before me is large and open. There's a strip of polished stone floor, then a large, shallow pool. The crystal-clear water catches the light, reflecting rainbows everywhere. The far wall is covered in windows, which don't show the Temple District; instead, it shows a brilliantly vivid sunset and a vineyard.

"What…is this place?" I ask.

"An enchanted temple. It used to be run by people like me. Water magicians from my country. It's been abandoned for at least several decades, maybe longer. I found it a little while ago and tidied it up. Now it's a little…sanctuary. When stuff with work gets to be too much. I, ah, haven't shown it to anyone else yet. What do you think?"

"It's beautiful."

She smiles brightly, nodding. "And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet. I just discovered this part last night… Follow me."

She leads me off to the right, to an archway in the wall.

The arched doorway leads to a private dock in the bay. Morgan offers me her hand as she steps out onto the wood.

"Ready for one more boat ride?" she asks with a smile.

"I guess so."

Morgan nods and brings me over to a fairly large rowboat, with a table bolted down between two cushioned benches. There's two plates, covered with shimmering metal domes. Morgan helps me get settled on one of the seats, then unties the boat. She gives the boat a shove and climbs onto the other seat, taking up the oars.

"There! Off we go…" She gives me another bright smile as she rows us a little further out. After a few minutes, she slows to a stop, leaving us surrounded by the ocean and sky. She secures the oars, then reaches to lift the plate covers to reveal my favorite dinner beneath.

"I, um, thought you might like something to eat. After I dragged you around all afternoon. Ah, don't worry, there's a spell on the plates and covers to keep everything fresh! So, nothing went bad while we were running around."

She pours me a drink from an enchanted pitcher. Soon, we begin to eat and chat as the sun goes down.

Once the food is gone, all the dishes disappear. Morgan reaches for the oars, but hesitates, and apparently changes her mind about going anywhere. Instead, she looks over at me.

"Hey, ah…thank you for hanging out today. It means a lot to me. More than I think I could put into words." She blushes softly, leaning forward a little bit. "Like I said, it's nice to get out once in a while. I don't do it as much as I'd like."

"You're welcome. It's nice to have some time off."

"I know the feeling." She chuckles quietly. Her gaze drifts down from my eyes for a moment as she takes me in. She leans a little bit closer.

> Kiss her

> Tease her

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> Kiss her

I lean in to meet her halfway. Our lips meet. She tastes of the food we just finished. Her hand reaches up to gently cradle my cheek.

The kiss doesn't last long. Or maybe it does. She pulls back, looking star-struck.

"I…have been wanting to do that…all day," she murmurs.

My cheeks grow warm. "Really…?"

"Yeah. I…really like you. Ah…I guess that's rather obvious now, though, isn't it?" She laughs nervously. "I think I have for a while now. I just didn't know how to go about telling you."

I think back to all the conversations we've been having lately. All the times I've seen her light up when we speak, all the times she's helped me when I'm feeling down…

"You know, I think I like you too."

Morgan lights up. Literally; her magic makes her shine softly. I didn't know she could do that. Then she smiles and laughs a little.

"I should hope so, or this would have been incredibly awkward."

We laugh together. Our conversation turns to other topics as Morgan begins to row us back to the dock, but she doesn't stop glowing.

> Tease her

"Well, are you going to kiss me or not?" I grin at her. She blushes, immediately sitting upright.

"Wha-what?"

"Are you going to kiss me or not?"

She stares at me with wide eyes for a moment, then leans in again, pressing her lips to mine. I hesitate for a second before kissing her back. Her face is still warm from blushing.

After another moment or two, she breaks away, sitting back. She looks equally flustered and triumphant.

"I've wanted to do that…ah, pretty much all day," she admits, rubbing the back of her neck. "Would…this be a bad time to say I like you? A lot?"

"I think that was pretty well implied."

She laughs a little. "Yeah, probably. Do you…um…"

"I did kiss back."

"Yes…right. You did." She smiles, visibly shy. "Thanks for that."

"Happy to oblige."

She picks up the oars again, beginning to bring us back to the dock.

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The walk back home is a bit long, but mostly uneventful. It's almost completely dark out by the time we arrive, with the streets only lit by a few torches and light from homes and businesses. It gives us a pretty clear view of the night sky overhead. Morgan seems to appreciate that.

"Will you be alright, walking back by yourself?" I ask, looking at Morgan as we approach the doorstep.

"I'll be fine. I'm a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything." She grins at me, then, bowing low, kisses my knuckles. "Can I see you tomorrow?"

"I'd love that."

"Wonderful. I'll stop by around noon, then. Rest well, astéri mou."

"Astéri mou…?" I'm not entirely sure if I got the pronunciation right.

"It's…a nickname from my homeland. See you tomorrow." She smiles brightly, then turns and walks off, headed back to her ship.

I watch her until she's out of sight, then head inside. I'm not entirely sure of what I'm getting myself into, but…I think I like where this is going.

#the arcana #morgan drakos #the arcana fanart #the arcana fanfic #the arcana fan tale #digital art #2022 #this took way longer than i expected oops #the blocks of both writer's and artist's hit me halfway through the written and drawn components of this...#because of the lighting you can't really tell but morgan's color scheme is a LOT darker #i'll have to update her sprite. again...#anyway enjoy this <3

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