My Queen

Ship: Fem!reader x Robb Stark

Desc: the new Targaryen Queen replaces the evil queen Cersei Lannister. Her White Wolf gushes over her.

Notes: so this was a request but I fucked up and lost it lol. Also not my favorite, it's very short, but I'm really excited to write for Robb. Also idk shit about the Targaryen house, I'm better suited for the Ironborn and the Starks but I still tried. Also dont know about about the iron throne and I have yet to read asoiaf. Sorry.

Warnings: implied violence, not prof read.

(Y/n) didnt think she would make it this far. Hell, she didnt even think she would make it half way. It didnt seem real, standing infront of the long sout after goal. How could something so many people died for just be sitting right in front of her.

She steped forward, reaching out and feeling the throne. It was cool, cold, stone cold. She ran her finger across the dull edge of one of the swords, only stopping for a moment at the broken chips.

(Y/n) remembered when she was young, growing up with her siblings Danni and Viserys. She learned more about the throne then her siblings. She lerned about the importance of each and every one of them. She even knew some of them by name.

"The guards are taken care of." A voice, one of comfort, snapped (y/n) out of her thoughts.

"Thank you." The words were simple but they got the point across.

"It's so... so..." (y/n) smiled, looking over her shoulder. "It dosnt feel real."

"I was just thinking that." Her finger traced one of the carvings in a sword. "Come here, my wolf." (Y/n) held out her hand.

A callused hand intertwined (y/n)'s.

"Do you remember all the storys I've told you about the iron throne?" (Y/n)  asked, she felt Robb's thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.

"How could I forget? You tell me a new one every night." She could feel Robbs apprehensiveness.

"Here." (Y/n)  led Robb closer to the throne, moving his hand closer to the throne. "This one, the one with the engravings, this one has always been my favorite."

She led Robb's hand across the engraving. "Its special."

Robb slowly but surely let (Y/n) lead him. He glanced over at (y/n), the delicate yet dangerous look in her eye only made his heart throb more.

"Theres no real meaning to it. No important warrior. Its just...  pretty."

"Pretty." Robb repeated, not even looking at the sword anymore.

(Y/n) looked up from the sword, letting out a soft giggle. "You arnt even looking at the sword."

Robb's smile was soft, he was growing in a beard. It suited his face well but (y/n) was ready for her cleaned up prince back.

"My darling and Queen." Robb hummed, taking her other hand. "You are stunning tonight."

"You are so..." (y/n) huffed. Her head was all messed up, sweaty and worn out. Fighting a war, especially in the capital, was impossibly hard. She wasnt one to just stand back and let her men fight for her.

"Please, you deserve a rest." Robb led (y/n) to the throne.

(Y/n) sat back, leaning in to the throne. It wasnt exactly comfortable but it was powerful. It felt right. It felt like home. The hall was home and this throne was home. Her life and goal.

But nothing was as important as her husband.

"You look perfect." Robb kneeled in front of (y/n). He took his sword out of his sheath, placing it infront of her feet.

"My Queen. My lovey Queen. I am but your humble servant." Robb poured his heart out, words coming out before he could think them over. "Please let me and my men serve you."

"Oh my white wolf." (Y/n) hummed, pulling Robb closer to her. "You are more then a servant." (Y/n) stood up, holding Robbs face. "You are my prince and my knight."

Robbs hands found there way to (y/n)'s waist.

"My queen."

Hey,

Once again, I have a few questions for anyone who feels addressed.

This time, it's about side blogs.

I'm a bit of a perfectionist, okay, let's be honest, I'm a freak. 🫣

One of the first blogs that the algorithm showed me back then was @fanficshiddles'. I still love how clean it is. Only her stories, nothing else.

And since lately, I've actually been posting some things myself (like this post), I want to split my blog into three now.

My main blog for reblogs of fanfictions. (so there's nothing in the way for my tag navigation thing.)

One for possibly upcoming own fanfictions. (I'm working on something, time will tell if I actually manage to get it that far and if I actually post it. We'll see, but I'm optimistic.)

And a third one for everything else :D

Now to my questions.

How does it work if I create another blog with this account? As far as I've seen, only the main blog can like, right?

Are there any other differences? For example, regarding following or followers?

And how could I move posts from here to my new blog? Only through reblogging, correct? Theoretically, if I delete old posts, will the reblog still remain?

And a grammatical question: Is it smirkingkitten-writes with the he/she/it 's, or without?

Thank you for your attention, I'm done.😁

I shamelessly tag you all, because I needed to lern that otherwise nobody will see my post. Hope you don't mind.😊 (if so, let me know)

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I still don't get why people think Azriel and Bryce would make sense cuz they don't. How would that work?

One of them would have to leave everything behind and I don't think Bryce nor Azriel would leave their homes just to be together. Neither of them would like to change and lern everything about the new world just to be with one person. Honestly, we'd need more books for that storyline.

I don't know Sjm, but this is something Sjm would most likely not do. It would be so weird to imagine Azriel doing tik tok dances and Bryce not being able to use toilet paper 😂😂😂😂

I was talking with the group chat about this the other day, and I am meh on Az and really dislike Bryce, so take this with a grain of salt, but they would be the WORST couple lmao

It's not even the logistics stuff you mentioned, but their personalities would clash so badly?? Bryce is a fun-loving, brash party girl and Az is intense, standoffish and serious. Bryce wouldn't have the patience for him and vice versa. I could see them hooking up and then being annoyed with one another the next morning and never calling each other. I just don't think they'd have the patience or fucks enough to even get to know each other. I just don't get it 💀

Hey y'all, I'm Civil Otterneer, or just Civil. I'm a fledgling artist in 3d modeling and a working civil engineer. Looking to make new friends, maybe learn about myself, and overall try and be more social than I usually am.

I'm always down for asks! Though I make no promises to have all the answers. I'm pretty sociable so feel free to interact!

I don't really intend to frequently post NSFW, but if I do, I'll always community tag cover it. I don't consider speedos, swimsuits, and bare chested-guys to be NSFW, but will tag it as #speedo which you can mute should you choose.

I sometimes post non-furry stuff, which'll typically be of something I made in Blender or is a 3d printing project. Usually a spaceship design I made and am proud of or a miniature I printed and painted.

I've also got an alt where I do most of my reblogs so this page can stay clean: @civilotterneerredlines

Wanna know more?

Fun facts:

I am a practicing civil engineer-in-training. I originally got a degree in environmental engineering, but civil speaks to me more now (they're very similar degrees so it's in fact possible to switch post-college). I'm focusing my work in wastewater and water treatment, with a healthy amount of site grading and water/sewer pipe networks for the city.

Ich lerne Deutsch, aber Ich bin nicht sehr gut.

I enjoy tabletop games a ton. Big fan of DND/Starfinder and I'm currently running a Starfinder campaign. I also play a bit of MTG, but more often I play Star Wars Armada, which I paint and homebrew for.

I have 2 3D printers, one FDM and one Resin. I'm typically printing game pieces for Armada, which a roommate and I are currently using to make a Star Trek, UNSC, and Covenant faction for the game. I also 3D print mini's for DND, and my roommate group paints them. The FDM is the favorite child, though its older so maybe that's unfair.

I've got two pets: one's my mutt Lady (she's a rez mutt with mixed aussie, german shep, sheep dog, herder, and about every other breed on the rez), the other's my snake Striker (lesser morph ball python).

Base model originally by https://x.com/GalileoGB?t=A570ht3M6JPpeOog-Rn3Kg&s=09

I'm legit asking on here having actually gone through the process of how electoral politics works, including and especially canvassing, and candidate selection, how much disaffection and local resentment can play in deciding an sway an election, and how a very media-savvy charismatic candidate saying the right keypoints around a constituency, particularly one that's really deprived and one of many regions which experiend the brunt of deindustrialisation.

Like, I want people to really think about what happened during the rochdale by-election and why the result happened. This was a by-election where:

We had three candidates who were had either been Labour MPs at one point, or within the party machine only to fall into disfavor - including within the by-election itself.

Speaking of the Labour candidate, the reason why he fell into disfavour despite up until that point being a 'company man' is that he said in an event that the October 7 events happened with Israel's foreknowledge. Saying that like that on its own whether it's true or not (it isn't) is deeply embarassing for Labour which is committed to supporting Israel, and weaponised antisemitism to clear out/suppress its left-wing - especially if you can't switch out a new candidate in time.

The Green Party candidate was found to have posted Islamophobic remarks years before and also had to stop campaigning, and likewise, the Green Party couldn't change their candidate cos it was too late.

The local Labour branch quietly mouthed support for someone booted out of their tribe: Simon Dancuzk, a nasty dude selected for the Reform Party, a metamorphosed UKIP - who basically was only out because he was sexxting an underage girl - all to keep out Galloway. Yes, Labour was banking on a sex pest that they booted out to keep out a political nemesis.

A well-known vehicle shop owner presumably with his own money, was able to get out his messaging better than the establishment candidates, and was rewarded in the by-election with second-place.

Yes, Galloway is a vain, chauvinistic blowhard but he understands what the miasma of labourism in dissaffected areas does, and that's basically why the Worker's Party basically exists - Galloway also happens to legitimately hate Britain's foreign policy in the Middle East, something that will bring the support of the Muslim base. They're not going to care about that time he pretended to be a cat on big brother twenty years ago, if right now he's saying what Labour and the Tories won't say - that what's happening in Gaza is a genocide conducted by Israel with the material support of the British government. Labour is pissed as the main opposition not because they actually think Galloway's an antisemite, but because he represents the very real possibility that they could leak blocs of so-called 'natural voters' to independent candidates just when they thought they had a tight election program, and Galloway's gonna be slamming them from the left, which the Tories may capitalise on. They'll blame Galloway but they honestly it is no-one but themselves that they should blame.

So that's the rub. It's amazing that after ten years of shit like this going back to the Scottish referendum, nobody seems to have lerned anything, and on here what comes out is this moralistic chastising. It's not about whether what happened is 'good', it's about understand the conditions for why it happened, and why things like it will happen again.

letters that couldn't be sent . . .

a month after his ( re ) incarceration ━━ when the detox wore off and the pills kicked in, and he could actually somewhat say that he was clean ━━ asher penned some letters to his closest friends, hoping to offer an explanation for his disappearance and the panic and worry that it caused. however, nimble fingers gripped the envelopes come time that the c.o. called for any outgoing mail, and something inside of him urged him not to let go. a few dollars of wasted commissary later, the letters that asher just couldn't bring himself to send remainded under his pillow for his remaining time. those who he cared about ━━ who he had let down ━━ had bound to have moved on. they had bound to have stopped calling a number that no longer existed, stopped knocking on a door with no answer. perhaps it was time for him to do the same.

to jackson . . . ( @apcthetics )

❝ too jackson

its me asher. i hop you are well. im sorry iv not been in contakt for a wile. how are you ? im wurking on my speling and i think im geting bettur but you mite think difrent. im felling a lot bettur now and i hop ill be back soon but im not shure were ill live. im havving metings with a rehoming ofiser too discus were i can aply for so i hop i can find sumwere. has enywone mooved in next dor ? at lest you dont hav too fix my sink !! i hop wurk is good. how is evrywone ? iv rote letturs too bowie and luvena too. im not shure if ill here from eny of you and thats ok. i just thoght i owwed it too you all too let you no im here and ok. im relly sorry if i paniked eny of you by not geting in contakt for all this time. i wasunt in a good plase and i didunt wont to burdun eny of you with it. i hop to here back from you but if i dont thats ok. i wish you all the hapines in life and i apreshiated evrything you did for me. you are the best frend i ever had.

i hop ill get to rite to you agen soon thogh !

from asher

p.s. you shuld ask that gurl out for a drink sumtime. i no you like her. ❞

to bowie . . . ( @cherryflcvoured )

❝ too bowie

hi its asher. i hop you are well. im sorry iv not contaked you sooner. how are you ? iv been wurking on my speling and i think im geting bettur but im shure jackson will still think its shit ! ( maby you will too ) im felling a lot bettur now so hopfuly ill be back soon. i hop the rekord shop is going well. ill need to com in and buy sum linkin park wen im back ! youll also need to find me a new traffik con for my new plase. im hopfuly going too aply for the same areya if i can. im relly sorry iv not been in contakt soonur and if i worryed evrywone. i didunt wont too bother eny of you with my problums. iv been doing drawings and listuning to musik to pass the time. im hopfuly not going too fed but if i do i think id like to lern how to play gitar. i probubly wuldunt be as good as you at musik thogh. i hop to here from you soon but if i dont thats ok. i just thoght i shuld rite to let you no im ok.

from sher ❞

to luvena . . . ( @overwhlcmed )

❝ too luvena

hi its asher. i hop you are well. im not relly shure were to begin with this. i wont to say sorry for not contakting you furst of all. i wonted to rite wen i furst came here but i didunt no wat to say. im felling a lot bettur now and i hop to be back soon. i shuld probubly start with explaning wat happuned. im sorry if this is lettur is all ovur the plase. i was in a bad plase and i didunt no how too ask for help. i also didunt wont too burdun eny of you with my problums. like i sed im felling bettur now but i did fell like shit for a littel bit wen i furst came here becos of detox. the nurs here is nise thogh and gav me meds to help. i hav kept cleen sinse i got here. enyway enogh abot me. how are you ? i hop things are good with you. how is your dansing going ? we dont hav a tv in the pod so iv not been abel too look out for you in things you mite hav been in. i miss you a lot. iv been praktising drawing and i think im stil doing ok. i miss you a lot. im relly sorry for disapeering. i wont you to no it wasunt your falt. i didunt wont to make you fell abanduned. i promis that wasunt my intenshon. iv thoght abot you a lot. id luv for you to rite back but its ok if not. i just thoght i shuld giv you a explanashon and let you no im ok. if i dont here from you agen then i wish you nuthing but hapyness in life becos you deserv it. i hop youv fond sumwone who will care for you and luv you like i did. i bet theyr awsum and hopfuly ill get to meet them sum day.

luv from asher ❞

the adventure that was Cinnamon's 5 month check-up

First of all I had Almond with me so she was stirring things up and secondly our usual nurse was on summer leave so we had another one and... let's say she was not my type.

Last week i noticed a lump in the back of Cinnamon's neck and asked the nurse to check that and seems it might be either a swollen lymph node or some kind of hematoma under the skin. Both apparently pretty common and possibly will disappear with time. Either way she recommended we see an actual doctor just to be sure but this did take the biggest stress off. I will be booking a pediatrician for the next week as it's not that urgent.

Then she asked about Cinnamon's sleeping and i just happened to mention how she often rolls over in her sleep and then wakes up bc of that. I wasn't complaining or looking for solutions, just in a "she's in that phase" way, but i think the nurse somewhat overreacted. She started giving me advise how i should let her sleep on her belly and that "babies that age will sleep anyhow once they're tired enough" and well... i'm pretty sure there are mothers who would be ready to fight anyone claiming that. and ofc i wouldn't be having this problem if she just continued sleeping on the belly but she doesn't bc she can't. she can only fall asleep on her back. and i'm sure this will pass once she's mastered her new skills bc that's what happened with Almond every time she was lerning new gross motor skills. Her advice might even be against official safe sleep recommendations. (anyway, tonight i tried if Cinnamon would fall asleep on her belly but she just kept playing and doing push ups until she got too frustrated and i had to "put her out" with milk.)

Almond behaved very much like a 4yo, not really disturbing anything but looking and touching everyting within her reach. And then i mentioned that next Cinnamon would get some vaccines and Almond got pretty serious and asked if she could wait in the hallway. And in the hallway she explained that she dislikes vaccines (needles) so much she doesn't even wanna see them. (Also i think she knew Cinnamon would cry and she didn't wanna hear that.) But I was really proud of Almond for setting that kind of boundary for something she knew would upset her and being able to put it in words so nicely. And when we were done i went to get her back and she wanted to see where the baby had the shot.*

*disclaimer: the clinic was very quiet, like one another family and a couple of nurses. and we left the door open so she was completely safe waiting in the hallway

The nurse asked for our midsummer plans and i told we'd be going to in-laws and she asked if we get along well. I found it a bit too off topic and there were some other things she also asked that felt weird. Towards the end she somehow got into talking about her own menopause and at that point i was so ready to leave...

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The best advice I can give is do plenty of research and don't expect to make something right the first time. It takes a lot of trial and error when it comes to creating something new. Some times you will even have to completely start over, but never lose hope!

i dicided to make a christmas character take

so for this christmas on tumblr i dicided to make a take on any character from a christmas movie or cartoon. i,m thinking of home alone and the character i,m choosing is kevin mccallister.

so for cannon. kevin is the youngest in the mcallister family tormented and possibly bullied by his own family and feels like they hate him and therefore want them gone. he got his wish for Christmas's until he defeated the we bandits then they come back until he has to run when he heres buzz mad at what he did to his room.

so as for my take i,m taking the timeline to the modern 21st centry.

for this is i am obessed right now about hackers and i found a hackers road map video and so it includes I.T (information technology), A+, security, networking, linux, and coding and then start hacking.

so in this one kevin somehow was able to get himself a laptop and was just doing stuff on it watching videos on youtube and playing games lets say roblox (cause thats my favriot gaming platform).

but then hed stumble upon something. while playing a game, he noticed a glitch and wonderd what it was and saw it again the server crashed and kevin and other players (some of them were youtubers) were not happy. it turns out the game got hacked and kevin wonderd what that was. this would trigger something kevin never thought would happen to him but as he looked up hacking tools he had one geuss from what he quickly lerned as a script kiddie and tried out linux and other things he soon got to know everything about hacking in 1 second having written a computer virus he in a split second after a launched a virus lerned how to hack in a moment as well as command prompt and other hacking tools as he used them to quickly make a virus on not only the computer but also a cell phone. the police came on the door as it became known to kevin that he made something and read what he wrote. it was a line of code. thats when he looked at linux and cmd (command prompt) and saw what he wrote without anything no syntax error no nothing and found out what he did. he imidently gained how to do all this in one moment and with it a full understanding of how internet works and ect of what hackers use as well as an advanced. kevin in that moment lerned how to do all programming languages some way some how and his machine and cpu. hed go on to make himself a hacker kit used for a laptop computer disinged to do all linux and other stuff and a cell phone and tools for hacking as well as lerning how to binary code (the combonation code of 1s and 0`s for ex: 10011101010011001100101011001)

without even knowing what he was doing or lerning until the police came and left when the coast was clear and the virus was gone as kevin somehow imbeded it. thats when he came to know and realized what hed done. without knowing it he had servers he made for both cell phone and computer witch he lerned to be hacker on both tech`s. he lerned the new computer and new cell phone for assembly and other things not knowing what happened but that very night as he though and looked at his code like thing thats when he realized he lerned hacking quicly. its unknown how kevin lerned hacking that fast and then did vanilla all programming languages and vanilla linux and cmd as he saw what happened he became a grey hat after declaring neutrality in the cyber battlefield but soon began engaging in a mixture of ethical acts but also malicous activity thought most of it was thankfully ethical. eventually overnight somehow it made sense to kevin as he soon wrote code encrypting his information compleatly and made his own internet and wifi and vpn ect his computer and phone had stuff in them generating inf amount of both electricity and coolant. allowing him to work forever though he doesnt.

later he got a black hoodie with the hacker symbol on it. his hacker kit is basicly a suit case but silver metal and is so small its compact and has mettal techy straps and can be tightened and fliped for work while walking or to just carry it on back end or front artifically (most of the time, the front).

kevin now works as a grey hat hacker in this timeline tech version of home alone. this time he wont be left alone in the house though however the police had already seen the wet bandits and put them in jail and they wont escape until kevin and his family come back home from paris.

kevin is still harrassed by the older siblings so instead he stays in his own room and keeps himself as isolated from his entire family as possible as long as possible. knowing the typical reactions they have to him he doesnt bother coming out except for breakfest lunch, dinner, event, or holiday (even those times he takes his hacker moible desk as he calls it or H.M.D, with him and back to his room whenever keep in mind that its always with him no matter the circumstance)

its compact enough for him to keep whereever he finds himself and it works cause he made a chip generating inf wifi its own wifi and can connect to towers anywhere even in the middle of nowhere or on a plane but big enough to hold all his stuff (its equal for compact mobility and reliability and stuff holding and is still light wieght to).

this is my take on kevin known as hacker kevin. his technology art however hasnt gone unnoticed by the older siblings who often could if they have the chance accuse him of doing crime through technology though its always proven ethical no matter the circumstance as there is no way to proove to the parents.

its also said sence kevin isolates himself for the greater good his kid friends are also hackers as well. he can do the dark web and stuff. he has his own hacker library and on a plane or in public he doesnt say anything and rather minds his own busniss and igorns the older siblings as they are more likly to typicly harrass him so instead hes away though on a plane he can be forced to. he minds crypto for money witch gets him rich alot and he knows other responsiblities. even if home alone kevin is calm and easily defeats the bandits and hangs around his hacker friends who are about justice.

Kevin can be sometimes darkened and burdened by his hacker knowledge. He packs his own suit case himself as doesn't need others to pack it for him should it otherwise risk his secret identity as a hacker being discovered and one thing leads to another and next thing you know after discovered its now exposed to his entire family. Especially buzz sence buzz is a total jerk Kevin ignores and ditches buzz on purpose cause why mess with a jerk.

One time he faced a black hat hacker in front of everyone exposed once they saw what he was doing the hacker talked to Kevin about the code he wrote and all the things he did as a hacker with everyone listening the black hat hacker told Kevin to look at the line of code he wrote and what it did. Kevin looked at the code read it and saw what happened and it hit him he learned a long term thing in such a way that for him it was a short term deal and Kevin said "but how". That's when it hit Kevin he knew how to hack. Kevin explained a part of him knew what it was doing but as for the rest of him it's like he's just mindlessly typing nonsense and just somehow it messed with the server for some reason but with this his mind has exploded to great knowledge of what he's doing now. The hacker said to Kevin "it's your intelligence Kevin deep in your mind you know what your doing and it makes sense now your one of us what people know as the hacker the cyberpunk" Kevin leaped up and shooted at the screen to the hacker he would never be like him but the hacker insisted that he already is the code he wrote has wrecks the victims computer or phone with malware and randomware imbeds the code and tracking evidence with hello world. Kevin in utter guilt can't think of how to hack anymore as the fight continued the siblings tried to convince Kevin that he must continue while buzz watched in silence. Eventually Kevin taps into his hacker part finds it and activates it as it explodes throughout his entire mind and Kevin defeats the hacker after getting lost in the code. Then they come home the wet cyber bandits as it is in this timeline are defeated as well. Witch hacker Kevin in lost in new York is where Kevin makes his own credit card and it has the crypto currency he has so in this time line he isn't left behind in the home alone one but he is in lost in new York where he sets up his hotel room the crypto currency he uses for his money in his Bitcoin miner is run by a program for his gain to get things like food water etc. the wet cyber bandits known as the sticky cyber bandits are also not that great as kevin easily defeats them as soon as they try to launch their revenge cyber attack on a white hat hacker that got them in prison and kevin puts them back there again.

In end he packs his stuff up and goes all the way Florida easy for him he just networks into his mom's phone and sees where their at and buys a ticket to go there by airplane he arrives at the hotel his mom is at and finds the room there in and knocks as the mom answers and sends him to the room buzz is at Kevin however reminds her that buzz could be a jerk and explains the problem he has with him so instead he sleeps with 2 of his older sisters has his own bed there witch he sleeps in.

over all hacker kevin my take is a complex and a guy who strangly lern something that takes years to lern as quick as a moment somehow.

Cassandra Cain isnt a character i feel comfortable saying much about, i have read few of her storys although id like to, but id like to contribute my experience with dyslexia to the conversation around cass and language.

it has been brought to my attenton that cass conversing mainly in sign, a common headcannon and incorperated often into fics, is illogical as she struggles with english, leat alone a whol new language.

i agrree with this, while i am uncertain of the exact diagnosis she was given in story (i think it was smothing called ephasia?) her struggle with language and its rules is something i relate to, from her consise communication to struggles to read i feel there should be a conversation opened that learing new languages is hard, especialy for those that struggle with there first language(although it is true that engish is her second language and body language is first) not everyone can be a polygot like the rest of the batfamily, i think it could be interesting to have cass communicate non verbally with people she dousent have a language in common with, or just having people around her comfortable with the way her learning dificultys present. i see why she should be able to read and wright, and communicate clearly in english, but there the bats, surely they can make som sort of text to speach or vice versa device?

also id like to bring attention to how i just phrased my understanding that it whould be benaficail to the story for her to be able to overcome her difficultys, “should“ ‘should’ she overcome her issues, she ‘could‘ but it should not be nessasery for her to be able to speak,read and wright to a high level. and who is to say what that level is? what level of english ids ‘satisfactory‘

som epeople think, mainly when thye communicate over text, that i mae not a native speaker, common things i so sutch as spelling things phoneticaly, as you may see in this verry text. i am not, i speak engish as my first and only language, my dyslexia means i struggle to spell things ‘correctly’ as wll as that, my typing and motor skills are not perfect, i will often mistlype letters. howver i am often told my verbal language skills are superb and i have a highly acedemic way of speaking, i do sometimes, others times people mention selective mutisum and get annoyed when i um to mutch, and dislike my curt way of speaking, often roundinng words and dropping articals.

what  tried to say in the last paragraph is that language skills shouldent be a signifier of intelegence as thy can vary from eatch type of language skill, speatch, wrighting reading and listeng. and also what i have been trying to say this whole thing is thst i feel we should let cass ecplore her lerning diffuculty, and how it dousent make her ‘unintelegent‘ or that she dousent need a ;high’ level of langage skils to be valued.

note: i have in this text, due to the subject matter decised not to stress on spelling mistakes and gramma errors, i will edit anything i feel is difficult to decipher but i feel i whoud betray my poiint by correcting myself to mutch, and id you dismiis my point due to my spelling and grammar issues i implor you to refelc ton that

secondary note: if you are using a screen reader and wish to read this i undersand it may be difficult to read so i am happy to polish it by request.

third note: i undersatnd that the charecter of cassandra is asian and the interection of her race and disabityly should be carefuly handled as to not be negative to either. i was discussing here my opinion on her diabilitys presentation, and do not feel i can comment on how it intersects with her race and gender

I just want an excuse to write about Castelo Bruxo and my excuse is: Ariana Dumbledore lives in ✨️Brazil✨️

Or Abeforth Dumbledore gave one look to Albus's new boyfriend and said "Nope" and took his little sister to Brazil.

Please be patient with my broken English, it's not my first language (since u know... Brazilian) and I should be sleeping. If something doesn't make any sense at all, feel free to call my attention to it.

This is just a setting scene and there isn't a lot being mentioned but a little of the character's backstory, if you don't wanna read about child abuse, you can ignore this and wait until I come around to write more :/

Warning: child abuse.

"...and so, I'll leave him with you," Dumbledore said at the end of his rant, making her eyes snap back at him, and before Ariana could react approximately (A.K.A. hysterics and insults), her older brother disappeared with a port key.

Her eyes came back to the little boy quietly playing with some plastic soldiers. Now (that Albus wasn't talking her ear out of pure nonsense about saviors or whatnot) she noticed his back against the corner of the room as he constantly looked up from his toys, never quite locking on her but always checking. He was little, too small if he was nearly five years old, Again she asked herself where Albus had taken him from and why he had come directly to her for this ".... I hate this family," she whispered in defeat as she got up noisily and once the child was directly looking at Ariana she made her way to him, sitting herself with some breathing room.

"Do you know how old you are?" she asked in a low soothing voice. The boy showed four fingers to her. Now closer to him, Ariana looked at his too-large, battered clothes and thin wrists. "When was the last time you ate?" This time he took longer, making a confused face before shrugging. "This morning?" he shook his head. "Yesterday before bedtime?" he shook again and Ariana had the distinct feeling she wouldn't like the answer. "Yesterday morning?" he shook again and she decided to quit before she got mad and nodded. "Does that happen often? Going a day without food? " he nodded. She breathed in the information. This child was magical, by the little of her brother's rant she heard. Abused in a bad way and her hopes of it not being critical were quickly dying. There weren't a lot of reasons for Albus to come to Brazil to look for her.

"I will get some food to you." she said in no uncertain terms, smile forced but still reaching her eyes like she lerned from years of experience. "You can stay here with your toys..." she said with a small pause, getting no reaction but two round green eyes analyzing every movement. "or you can eat at the table." the reaction was immediate with some violent shaking of his head. The woman waited for him to stop and look at her through his lashes. Ariana nodded with a smile still in place and slowly stood up. The little green eyes didn't leave her until she was out of view and inside the small kitchen.

It wasn't the appropriate time for a full meal and she doubted that would be good for the child anyway. So she cut a banana and the peanut paste she made for this kinds of situations. Again Ariana made sure to make some noise before entering his bubble and sat again on the ground with some fruits for herself. "Here it is honey, you can eat as much as you want." he looked skeptical, but when she didn't do much but watch the telly and eat her own food he started to eat quickly. Only when he finished and had some tima to breath she looked back at him. "What is your name, honey?"

"Freak." God she wanted to cry but she kept on smiling even if a little sadly. "That can't be it, honey. Im sure your name is as beatiful as your eyes." He looked at her strangely. As if somehow she was touched in the head and somewhere inside Ariana felt like laughing hysterically.

"Anyway." she continued. "What do you think of a bath?" it was obvious he wasn't confortable with the idea, but the climate was hot and he was obviously uncomfortable with the sweating. Again she got up and this time offered him her hand. He looked hesitant but accepted anyway, looking longinlly at his toys. "You can take them with you." she offered kindly and he smiled a little at her, quickly gathering his little soldiers.

The bath was difficult and not because the boy was troublesome, that would definitely be the better option. Under the oversided old clothes were inumerus injuries old and new that almost made her unravel at the seems. She was used to abused children, her healing training being focused on that, but that didn't make it any easy to see this small child flinch at every movement and relish in every soft touch to his hair. She was quick to put some salve on his injuries and she could have cried in relief when a diagnostic spell showed the abuse didn't go to a sexual side of things.

By the end of it, the child seemed to trust her enough to shyly ask to be held and Ariana used to opportunity to take him close to her chest in the most tender hug she ever gave someone. "Bedtime, honey," she said softly into his hair, getting out of her bathroom and towards the bedroom beside hers. It might be early, but the boy was tired. She tucked him in, careful of allI just want an excuse to write about castelo bruxo and my excuse is: Ariana Dumbledore lives in ✨️Brazil✨️

Or Abeforth Dumbledore gave one look to Albus's new boyfriend and said "Nope" and took his little sister to Brazil.

Please be patient of my broken english, I should be sleeping and my grammarly isn't working. If something dosen't make any sense at all, feel free to call my attention to it.

This is just a settling scene and there isnt a lot being mentioned but a little of the caracters backstory, if you don't wanna read about child abuse, you can ignore this and wait until i come around to write more :/

Warning: child abuse.

:p

"...and so, ill leave him with you." Dumbledore said at the end of his rant, making her eyes snap back at him and before Ariana could react approximately (A.K.A. histerics and insults), her older brother disapeared with a port key.

Her eyes came back to the little boy quietly playing with some plastic soldiers. Again she noticed his back against the corner of the room as he constantly looked up from his toys. He was small, too small if he really was almost five years old. ".... I hate this family." she whispered in defeat. She got up noisily and once the child was directly looking at Ariana she made her way to him, sitting herself with some breathing room.

"Do you know how old you are?" she asked in a low soothing voice. The boy showed four fingers to her. Now closer to him, Ariana looked at his too large, battered clothes and thin wrists. "When was the last time you ate?" this time he took longer, making a confused face before shrugging. "This morning?" he shook his head. "Yesterday before bedtime?" he shook again and Ariana had the distinct feeling she wouldn't like the answer. "Yesterday morning?" he shook again and she decided to quit before she got mad nodded. "Does that happen often? Going a day without food? " he nodded. She breathed in the information. This child was magical, by the little of her brother's rant she actually heard. Definetly abused in a bad way and her hopes of it not being critical were quickly dying. There wasn't a lot of reasons for Albus to come all the way to Brazil to come looking for her.

"I will get some food to you." she said in no uncertain terms, smile forced but still reaching her eyes like she lerned from years of experience. "You can stay here with your toys..." she said with a small pause, getting no reaction but two round green eyes analyzing every movement. "or you can eat at the table." the reaction was immediate with some violent shaking of his head. The woman waited for him to stop and look at her through his lashes. Ariana nodded with a smile still in place and slowly stood up. The little green eyes didn't leave her until she was out of view and inside the small kitchen.

It wasn't the appropriate time for a full meal and she doubted that would be good for the child anyway. So she cut a banana and the peanut paste she made for this kinds of situations. Again Ariana made sure to make some noise before entering his bubble and sat again on the ground with some fruits for herself. "Here it is honey, you can eat as much as you want." he looked skeptical, but when she didn't do much but watch the telly and eat her own food he started to eat quickly. Only when he finished and had some tima to breath she looked back at him. "What is your name, honey?"

"Freak." God she wanted to cry but she kept on smiling even if a little sadly. "That can't be it, honey. Im sure your name is as beatiful as your eyes." He looked at her strangely. As if somehow she was touched in the head and somewhere inside Ariana felt like laughing hysterically.

"Anyway." she continued. "What do you think of a bath?" it was obvious he wasn't confortable with the idea, but the climate was hot and he was obviously uncomfortable with the sweating. Again she got up and this time offered him her hand. He looked hesitant but accepted anyway, looking longinlly at his toys. "You can take them with you." she offered kindly and he smiled a little at her, quickly gathering his little soldiers.

The bath was difficult and not because the boy was troublesome, that would definitely be the better option. Under the oversided old clothes were inumerus injuries old and new that almost made her unravel at the seems. She was used to abused children, her healing training being focused on that, but that didn't make it any easy to see this small child flinch at every movement and relish in every soft touch to his hair. She was quick to put some salve on his injuries and she could have cried in relief when a diagnostic spell showed the abuse didn't go to a sexual side of things.

By the end of it, the child seamed to trust her enough to shyly ask to be held and Ariana used to opportunity to take him close to her chest in the most tender hug she ever gave someone. "Bedtime, honey." she said softly into his hair, getting out of her bathroom towards the bedroom beside hers. It might be early, but the boy was obviously tired. She tucked him in, careful of all the injuries she remembered. "Stowy?" he asked, that hopeful shine in his eyes again that she could never refuse even if the only childrens book she had was a portuguese version of Alice in wonderland.

For that night, Harry Potter slept soundly.

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you :3

1 talking to you

2 talking to other besties

3 cooking/baking for others

4 lerning too cook/bake somthing new

5 lerning about animals

6 lerning about fay and cryptids

7 i like to hear music

8 playing games

9 i love being a spounge for ppls issued and helping them how ever i can

10 and lastly i like to make stuff like arts and crafts

[Im too shy to tag so i did 10 questions insted]

ugh 10.31.23

I've honestly been feeling so ugh lately. I don't know how to explain it, I feel like i always try my best to put into words how i feel but this time i can't. I used to be good at going to people for help and advice, a part of me still is but i just cant. anymore, at least not like before. I just feel dumb after teliing someone anything or dont feel like i know how to really. Im at the point of my healing journey that im ready to let go of the pass and move on complety. I feel like this is the first time in like forever that i truly really do mea it, i am ready but am i really? I keep asking myself so much and feel like i expect so much from myself that i get so discurage whenver my progress isnt like other. I know and see tha i am far from where i use to be and that makes me so happy and gives me hope. New hope, more hope, healthy hope. I know and can tell that a part of me hasnt moved on completly and i mean that is okay. I keep trying to tell myseld that its okay and im trying to learn to be more patient with myself too. and its fucking hard. I find myself still dreamsing and thinking a lot about this particual person still (my ex) and it gets me so upset. i find myself waking up in the middle of my sleep and thinkin gbaout him and getting upset beecause why am i thinking about him you know, like i dont want to or do i? or what is it thats making my brain think about him still wihtout my control duh its frustuating. I was telling this to one of my friends from work and she told me that what if im under a spell or its wich craf. not going to lie a part of me is start to question it lol but i dont think so. I think if i really sit with my emotions like ive been trying to lern to do and its hard. but ive been wondering and now that im sitting here writing this, it came to me. Maybe the reason that i still think about him a lot and dream about him to the point that it wakes me up, might be simply because of my subconciouse. I feel like i have put so much of the blame on myself and have took all the guilt and kept it. I think a part of me still needs to fprgive myself, not only for the misdtakes that i made in that relastionship but how much i hurt myself in it. All of it, i still think i was a bad gf and but a lot of the blame on me so that might be it and maybe a bug factor too is that he moved on completely and faster than me. i know i haven't moved on and honestly yeah that really does upset me tbh but i know i need to be patient. I hope one day it is al gone for good because i am. as much as i didn't want to and as much as i was scared before now i am not, i want it, i want to completely move on for good, and i know the for good part will never happen, at least not in the way that i would hope for. i know that someone who was a big part of my life, someone who was my whole teenage years will be hard to completely forget, i wont, realistically speaking i wont, but idk the point that i am is good, it's a good sign that i am going in the right direction and i just have to keep doing what i am doing because the results are there and it seems to be working but at a really slow pace lol. I'm slowly starting to feel happy with myself and with who and what i have in my life. trying to make the best out of anything big or small. i look back at things and no longer get sad but glad it happend but something it can still hurt and all i guess is trying to say that i hope one day i can lookk back at everything without feelign one single glimps of hurt. I want to let go completly. im still sad

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🖨Attending a lecture on 3D printers🖨

☆Activity title: Attending a lecture on 3D printers

☆Type of activity: Creativity and activity

☆Duration: 1h 30min

☆Date: 9th November 2022

☆Learning outcomes:

▪︎Demonstrate that challanges have been undertaken, developing a new skill in the process.

▪︎Indetify own strength and developareas for growth.

▪︎Demonstrate the skills and recognize the benefits of working collaberately.

☆Activity description:

American Corner was holding a seminar on how to assemble and use a 3D printer as a celebration for getting a new 3D printer in their establishment. The event was for anyone intrested and I learned of it from a friend of mine. The topic piqued my interest and I decided to attend the lecture and learn something new.

☆Reflection:

I should preface by saying that I am not tech savy. I find technology such as 3D printers difficult to understand. That is exactly why this topic piqued my interest. I wanted to learn something new qbout technology I might be seeing more of in the future such as school, work place environment and such. I didn't wish to stay behind in that regard.

The lecture lasted around 1 hour and 30 minutes and I found out that, surprisingly, I could follow along in the conversation between the more tech savy individuals who attended this meeting. Any questions I had were answered and any assumption I had turned out to be coreect. That took me by surprise. It seemed I knew more than I thought.

Assembling was done by a professional and he explained what each part did and how it did it. Once theprinter was assembled it needed to be callibrated, which we could help with and give suggestions. We tried to print one pattern whivh ended up in failure. However, when it was finally callibrated we printed the batating shown in the image above. It was quite amazing to see the printer print.

I lerned more about how the printer work and was offered access to it, which I turned down. It was fun, intresting and useful, but I have a nagging fear I would accidentally do something wrong, even if I understood everything pretty well.

Technology is simply not something I am completely confident in handling, but this lecture made me ever slightly more confident for the future. I think I know everything in theory.

We are lerning something new every day. Take me for instance.

Today I learned about one more trigger, of mine. I stumbled upon it when I was waching the video materials proffesor gave us for class. I saw like 14 min of it with a lot of skipping scenes. It is over an hour long. I litteraly can’t wach it anymore or I’ll cry. 

I won’t lie to you I am a little screved.