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stonedcoldfoxtarot · 1 year

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5 Reasons You’re That Bitch

Something for the hotties and the secret hotties ft. lyrics by Megan the Stallion

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Pile 1

7oS, Hierophant, Empress, 4oC, 7oP, AoS, QoS, 10oP rev, 10oW, 5oW (2oS)

Many of you are strategic and move in silence. Hoes mad, but you ain’t finna stop until you make it to tin-op and do all the things your haters say you could not (NDA)

You live life on your own terms. Don’t give a fuck about what a hatin’ ass bitch gotta say. Cause none of these hoes saying shit to your face and none of these hoes finna see you at the bank (Thot Shit)

Taken or single, men everywhere want you cause you’re a hot girl and you do hot shit. You make him spend his income on your outfit (Girls in the Hood)

You got a body-ody-ody that makes bitches wanna fight. They spend a lifetime tryna get this hot, but you not the one to play with, like a touch-me-not (Body)

You’re a savage, attitude nasty. Talk big shit but your bank account match it. Haters keep your name in their mouth, now they gaggin’ (Savage Remix ft. Beyonce)

Pile 2

Strength rev, Moon, 4oC, KoP rev, 5oC, Hermit, 4oW, 7oP, AoC, Magician (4oP)

You’re a certified freak, 7 days a week. Wet Ass P*ssy, make that pull out game weak. Some of you don’t cook and you don’t clean, but let you tell it, you got that ring (WAP)

You a real ass bitch, you know you got it lit. All year round it’s a hot girl summer, got a whole lot of options cause they know a bitch poppin’ (Hot Girl Summer ft. Nicki Minaj)

Every day you wake up paid and pretty. Bitches gotta come get their man before you put em in a trance. Cause you got that super nova..that grip, that choker (Cognac Queen)

Pile 2, you ‘bout your money, p*ssy out when you feelin’ real cunty. Men like you thick with the accent county, would sell their soul for a sniff of your undies (Tuned In Freestyle)

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes…you tint your windows and lock your doors. When you dip off everybody talking ‘bout a bitch “went ghost,” but, shit, that’s how you roll (Tina Snow Interlude)

Pile 3

KoW, 5oW, 7oP, 6oP, World, KoS, 3oS rev, AoS, Magician, Moon, KoP

Above all else you know your worth. You like all nice things and you like ice, bling-bing. You tell those boys ‘pipe up if you wanna pipe me’ (Pipe Up)

If a man fumbles you, it’s always his loss. You tell him ‘if you wanna leave then bye-bye-bye. I’m a big girl, so I won’t cry-cry-cry’ (Don’t Rock Me To Sleep)

You keep your hair did, nails did, everything did. You tell him ‘Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch. If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch’. Pile 3 you a savage. Once you spend his money, you leave ‘em in the past tense (Sugar Baby)

Every time you pop out it gets scary for these hoes. You who every man’s wife fear, a thick-thighed nightmare. You the boogie-bitch, hoe, you every man’s type, yea (Scary ft. Rico Nasty)

Pile 3 you stay on your “Fuck you” shit, cause you done being nice. And when it comes to cuttin’ people off, you don’t ever think twice. Fuck it, bitch, you not nice (Not Nice)

Pile 4

Hanged Man rev, 8oP, Hierophant, 5oC, 2oP, Emperor, KoC, 5oS, Fool, AoC, Magician (8oW)

Might have had some setbacks but that was the past. You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout shit, money good. Cause you been out here grindin’ like you ain’t ate, while these hoes bringing nothing to the table but their plate (Money Good)

Pile 4, you have expensive tastes, only men who hate on you are the ones that can’t afford you. This is a motherfuckin’ broke male warning (Warning)

Bitches don’t like you ‘cause you cocky, well you cannot help that your sexy sell and you’re in love with your sexy self. You need a boo that’s gon’ sex you well (Bless The Booth Freestyle)

Pile 4, you’re all that and a bag of flamin’ hot chips. You a hot girl so talk yo shit (Flamin’ Hottie)

And you couldn’t care less if these bitches don’t like you, cause, like, you’re pretty as fuck. With a face like this and a bitch this paid, shit, what could a hoe say? (Her)

Thanks for reading🔮✨

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charliesgoodboy · 5 months

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𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛. . .☕

❄𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐓. 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙❄

so you're running late,

──and it's not even like you

you were doing so well..

＋.｡.:✽・ﾟ𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, frou frou, guy sigsworth ｡˚ ⋆

𝐓𝐖: snow ball fights, light kissing, just fluff, reader is a stylish winter person, getting sick, christmas movies, tom hating having his hair down,

tom kaulitz , who would love the winter holidays with you. looking at a new wardrobe take over you from the furr boots, and the different colored ushanka you'd place on your head. the coat being one of your or one of his either or you'd look so pretty. he'd love how you'd push to style him as well and he'd take it. matching with you half of the time it's like you two were eachothers half. his gloved hands holding onto yours as the two of you would walk onto the heavy snow as more snow would fall onto the both of you, melting as it would touch the fabric.

tom kaulitz , who loved playing in the snow with you. his laughs having a nice ring in your ears each time he'd throw a snow ball your way, and when he'd get hit with your own. spending time with you is was really made winter winter. his foot steps would go as fast as they could everytime he'd mess up the snowman you'd make. "..tom! what the hell—" laughing along with him as you'd stand up chasing him around the same pace he'd run away from you, almost tripping along his pants that got caught under his shoe.

tom kaulitz , who would have the biggest sneezing fit moving his way back inside with you. his beanie filled with snow and his hat hanging in for dear life. he was so stupid sometimes, wasn't your fault he messed up your masterpeice. shivering as he would sit down allowing you to take the bit of snow off of the clothing he kept on, disgarding the layers of warmth somewhere onto the floor. the tips of his fingers and his knuckles would be red and almost freezing. "here tom," handing him a warm mug of tea placing a bowl of sancocho on the table next to him. "you aren't taking my hair down," "tom stop being such a baby." only scoffing you didn't want him to run around, sitting on his lap as you would take his hat and beanie off putting the twist tie away running your fingers through his locked hair.

tom kaulitz , that would keep one arm around you, comfortable clothing already put on you as he'd keep you held tight with the movie playing in the backround. "open," the warm spoon hit his tounge as the soup would give him a nice sensational feeling. he found it delisious, enjoying the corn and potatoes replaced as stewed beef and chicken. your bodies warming eachother up as your lips would even warm his heart when they'd come in contact with both sides of his cheeks and the tip of his cold and red nose. "stop— you'll get sick!" "so?" a smile gave light to your face, your kisses become more frequent when his fingers would tighten around the handle of the mug.

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓

.｡.:✽tagging: @tokio-motel @iheartheoustiders @evieskiesss

sancocho: a hispanic dish popular in puerto rico which consists of stewed beef, chicken, corn, yam, spinach, and potatoes along with much more

mind you, readers gender can be any gender in this fic

#tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fic #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x you #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #winter #2000 winter

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bcacstuff · 4 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mean posts like this

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

Quite a large villa for one person...

with a nice private swimmingpool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dira333 · 6 months

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Little Feet - Touya x Reader

For my Follower Celebration. I wrote this in the Passing Peonies Universe, I hope my Anon Requester won't mind.

The bell chimes as the door opens. Rico smiles as he gingerly makes his way through the shop, careful not to throw any plants of the shelves. Not for the first time Touya is amazed how he could have ended up with a job like this with a Quirk like his.

“Himiko.” Touya calls for her. “Your husband is here.”

Himiko is nothing but a flash of blond hair and a green apron as she moves past him, leaping into Rico’s arms with a shriek.

“Baby!” She peppers kisses over his face and Touya turns away to give them some privacy.

You’ve come out from the back room as well, carrying a Bonsai in your arms.

“Let me.” He moves over to take the heavy plant from you, taking the time to press his mouth against your temple.

“We’re going out for lunch.” Himiko declares somewhere from behind him and he turns, comment ready when he notices something that has him freeze.

He knows Rico to be protective, kind and overall gentle with everything that he does. But this is new.

Himiko is standing in front of him, holding his left hand with both of hers, playing with his wedding ring. That’s a common sight but Rico’s right hand is protectively splayed over Himiko’s belly in a way that can only mean one thing.

Your hand lands on his elbow a second too late, as his tongue moves faster than his brain.

“Are you pregnant?” He asks and Himiko’s eyes flick up to his, something like fear visible in her eyes.

“Yes.” Rico answers for his wife. “We are.” There is so much pride in his voice Touya can feel it settle around him, like the first snow of the year.

You gush excitedly next to him and not for the first time it feels like there are two separate conversations going on. One between you and Rico and one between him and Himiko.

He swallows thickly and thinks what he wants to say. What she needs to hear…

“They better call me Uncle Touya.” He says, “The kid, I mean.”

Himiko’s face changes in slow motion, her eyes grow big with surprise before they fill with a soft fondness she rarely shows openly to anyone but those closest to her.

“Course.” Rico says and looks down at Himiko. “Right?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “Of Course.”

They leave soon after for their lunch date, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask and step closer, take his hand and play with his fingers.

“I didn’t know they were planning to have children.”

“Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t.” You shrug. “But they are happy and they have all means necessary to raise a happy and healthy child.”

“Do you want children?” He turns to look at you. “I mean I know you want children and I want them too but I’ve been so caught up in just living one day after the other, I forgot to think about that we’re getting older and-”

You laugh softly and kiss him.

“We’re not that old yet, Touya. We still have time if you don’t feel ready yet.”

“How about that?” He asks. “I’ll make sure that each day turns out nice and you’ll take the planning for the future?”

You laugh again. “We’re already doing that anyway, Touya. But yes, let’s do it that way.”

🪷

Two yellow eyes blink back at Touya in a mess of chocolate pudding.

“Izumi.” He huffs softly and is rewarded with a bright, cheeky smile. “Yes, you know exactly what you did, I’m sure.”

The boy, barely one and a half years old yet big for his age, smashes his hands down into the mess covering his plate.

“I thought you loved chocolate pudding.” Touya grabs some wipes from the counter and starts wiping the boy's face, careful to be gentle.

With a groan, you wake up from your nap. Touya sends you a smile over the head of Izumi who’s at least not fighting against getting cleaned up.

“You’re already eating?” You ask, rubbing your face. “How long did I sleep?”

“Just long enough for Izumi to redecorate his face. When’s Himiko coming to pick him up? Did she say anything?”

“I don’t remember.” You yawn and sink down into the pillows again. “Gosh, I’m so tired.”

“That’s your coffee consumption coming back to haunt you.” He teases you and pulls Izumi out of his high chair.

The boy giggles happily as he gets carried over to where you are.

“Aunty.” He says softly, stretching out his arms towards you. Touya looks down at him, pride filling his chest.

“Yes, that’s right Izumi. That’s Aunty. Can you say Uncle too?”

“Dada.” Izumi blinks up at him.

“No, not Dada. Rico is Dada. You know, the big guy who puts you to bed every night?”

“Mama.” Izumi smiles brightly and you giggle at the defeated look on Touya’s face.

“Not Mama either. If you keep this up, I won’t let you play with our daughter when she’s born, you hear me?”

“Don’t be mean, Touya.” You huff and pull Izumi closer to you. The boy looks up at Touya and curls around your belly as if he knows that someone important is growing inside of it.

🪷

His daughter is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

She’s red faced and wrinkly, hands balled to fists and screaming her head off.

Her eyes are as blue as his, capturing him the first time she opens them.

There are no words for what he feels. Warmth is seeping into every fiber of his body as he holds her, little Touju. This is a new kind of fire and one he never wants to go out.

“Look at her.” He tells you as Touju drinks eagerly, one of her tiny hands free from the blanket she’s wrapped in. “She’s so perfect.”

He kisses your temple, presses his face into your hair to hide his tears. But you know him better than that, your free hand finding his. You offer him comfort with your touch, a hand to hold onto.

“I wonder if my Dad felt this way.” He tells you in a whisper, the words barely getting past his throat. “When I was born.”

“I think he did. I can’t imagine a parent not feeling this way for their child.”

He curls around you on the small hospital bed, wishing he could freeze his moment forever. Just you and him and Touju and nothing to be afraid of, nothing that can hurt any of you.

“Why wasn’t he a better father then?” He asks, tears burning in his eyes, choking him. “Why-?”

“Touya.” Your voice is soft but firm enough to pull him out of his mind.

“I don’t want to excuse your fathers behaviours in the past but you cannot forget that he did not have any support besides your mother. You’ve been able to utilize therapy and other support. You are not the same.”

He falls silent after that, bringing your joined hands up to rest them under Touju, holding her close.

You don’t speak either, allowing him to process the moment.

🪷

There’s no better thing than spending Sunday Mornings with his daughter on his chest while you sleep next to him.

Touju shares his tendency to wake up early, but as soon as she’s fed she falls quiet again. Her warm body fits perfectly against his and he smiles at her whenever she manages to lift her head to look at him.

There’s no better thing than her sweet babbling, her excited giggles or the face she makes when she eats, fully content with the world.

Touju might be the most loved child in the world.

His mother sewed her baby blanket by hand and the stuffed yellow duck that never leaves Touju’s side was made by your mother.

His brothers and sister have a groupchat where they discuss who gets to babysit next and his father is known to hijack their plans by showing up first.

And then there’s Izumi.

The backroom is littered with pictures of the two children.

Izumi holding Touju. The two of them cuddled up during a picnic.

He’s close to his own little brother Yasushi, but he’s closer to Touju.

And when the worry comes knocking at Touya’s heart, your hand is there to hold his, to remind him… That you’re the one planning the future and he’s the one taking care of the day.

🪷

Touju’s fourth birthday has come and gone without any sign of her Quirk.

She’s not too interested in it either, not when there’s so much other stuff to do.

“Too-chan.” She climbs into his lap during breakfast. “Can I come to work with you today?”

“Hmm?” He looks down at her. “You want to come to work with me?”

“YES! I want to help with the garden too!”

“Are you sure? Izumi comes into the shop after school.”

That has her rethinking her wish, lower lip caught between her teeth as she ponders her plans.

Touya looks over to you and stretches out his hand to softly caress the swell of your belly. You rest your hand on his, halting him in his movement just in time to make him feel his son kick.

“Too-chan…” He looks down at his daughter who seems to have come to a decision.

“Can we come back home early? I want to spend time with Izumi.”

“No, baby. I can’t come back home early. We’re at a tight schedule with the garden. But I can ask Aunt Fuyumi to pick you up after work and walk you home? Is that okay?”

She furrows her brows, distraught by having to choose between spending time with her father or her best friend.

“Okay.” She says finally. “But can we cuddle before we go to work?”

“Of course.”

Touju sinks into him, face pressed against his chest just like she’s done as a newborn.

Touya moves, careful not to disturb Touju, until he sits right next to you, elbows knocking into each other.

“Hey beautiful.” He kisses you.

You hiss into his kiss and he looks down at your belly.

“Touju.” He tells his daughter quietly. “I think you need to teach Hyouta to be a bit nicer to Mama.”

🪷

They have gone over this so many times already, Touju’s rolling her eyes sassily as he explains again.

“This is important, Baby.” He tells her with his best Dad-voice. “Can you repeat what I just said?”

“If I feel funny, I have to step back from other people and hold up my hands in case my quirk is coming in. I have to find the nearest grown up and wait until the feeling passes.”

“Exactly. You’re doing great, baby. Until we know what your quirk is it’s best to be cautious, okay?”

“Are you afraid that it’s going to be fire like Grandpa?” Touju asks as she takes his hand to walk the short distance from the car to the garden they’re working in today.

“Any quirk can be dangerous when used wrong.” He explains and she cocks her head to the side to look at him.

“But Aunty Himiko was afraid, right? Izumi told me that she cried a lot before his quirk got in.”

“Aunty Himiko has been treated badly because of her quirk in the past. She didn’t want Izumi to be treated the same.”

“I think Izumi’s quirk is the coolest.” Touju exclaims with confidence. “He should become the next Symbol of Hope.”

“You think so?” He brushes a hand through her hair that she wanted to keep open today.

“Yeah! He’s like the Phantom Thief, but cooler!”

“Well, you gotta tell Uncle Izuku then.”

“I did. Uncle Zuku said he thinks that it’s a great idea.”

“That sounds like him. Now, come on. We got to get to work.”

He turns away from her for a second to unlock the heavy gate to the garden.

When he turns back, Touju look at him in a way he hasn’t seen before.

“Are you okay, Baby?”

“I feel weird.” She says, her voice high with anxiety. “Is that my Quirk coming in?”

“That depends. Take a deep breathe, okay? Like that. You’re doing great, Baby.”

Touju takes a deep breathe, then another. Her hands, still so tiny against his own, shake in front of her as they hold a perfect golden flame.

Touya sinks on his knees and puts his hands beneath hers, holding them steady.

“Look at it.” He says, his voice soft. “This is your gift.”

“Like Grandpa?” Touju asks, her voice breathy.

“And Uncle Shouto and me. This is your quirk.”

“Are you mad that it’s fire?” Touju’s voice shakes like her hands had before. The flame disappears as if it hadn’t been there at all.

Touya pulls her close, wraps her up tightly in his arms.

“No.” He says, knowing that it’s the truth. “I could never.”

🪷

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clone-trooper-cheese · 5 months

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Echoes of Ice and Steel: A Clone Wars Odyssey

Chapter One: Frostbitten Loyalties

CHAPTER ONE:

Frostbitten Loyalties

Word Count: 1,574 Spelling & Grammar: Checked

Snow. The frozen microcrystals coated the landscape like a blanket over a bed. It was just as beautiful as it was dangerous, easy to get lost in its beauty when the lines that separated the horizon from the sky were washed away by the pure white powdery crystals. It was nothing new to him. A clone Corporal that had been specially trained for cold climates and high altitudes, hence, the name he chose; Polar.

“Corporal? Sir? Are you there?” His comm link rang out.

“Oh, Um, Yes-” Polar stammered, “Yes I'm here, Butch… What is it?”

“You missed your check in… That's all, Sir.” The Clone named Butch replied. He was a stickler for protocol and orders, making sure to follow them exactly how they were supposed to be done.

Polar found it a little annoying, but endearing at the same time. “All good, trooper. I was just thinking, that's all.” He said before going quiet on his end again, staring back at the landscape. Rico, another member of his team, teased Butch about calling the Corporal out like that, since it had only been barely a minute since the check time passed. Butch was still a shiny, so doing things by the book was how he'd been trained. Polar listened to them go back and forth about things before finally stepping in.

“Girls, Girls! You're both pretty, Now cut the chit-chat on the main comms.”

“Yes, sir.” was heard from both of the bickering troopers after the other.

Polar stood on the outskirts of the base after checking the motion sensors and cleaning the icicles off of them. He looked up at the mountains, his eyes tracing the peaks and valleys. He started making his way back to the base, the cold was just now starting to get to him after hours of being out there. His phase I armor was the cause of that. It had built in life support and temperature regulation, unlike the new phase II armors, which were more cheaply made to be lighter and easily mass-produced.

The durasteel blast door creaked as it slid open, then closed it behind, as the cold Corporal came into the bay to warm up before going up to the control bridge with the rest of the crew. As his helmet Depressurized with a hiss, Polar thought about the first time it happened in an accident. He had been hiking a high mountain to recover one of his fallen brothers from a group of bandits who had stormed their base to steal their supplies and just wreak havoc in general.

His helmet depressurized, causing him to nearly suffocate as the oxygen was too thin for him to breathe. He ended up holding his breath for nearly ten minutes while he tried to fix the pressure seal on the rim of the helmet. After he arrived back at the base. He trained his lungs to be able to hold his breath for a long period of time to be able to survive like that if nobody was there to help him if his helmet depressurized again.

“Sir? You alright?” Ebony, the door guard trooper, asked Polar. Ebony was confused and concerned as to why his Corporal was just standing there, staring into nothing.

“Oh, yes, sorry… just lost in thought. Thanks for letting me in, Eb.” Polar answered while taking off his helmet. Thin strands of loose platinum blond hair stuck to his face from a tiny sheen of moisture that collected on his forehead from the heat of the helmet. He took a long breath and wiped his head, brushing back his hair as he and Ebony proceeded to the elevator. The filtered oxygen of the base was a lot nicer than the filters in the helmets; not only more pure, but warmer.

Polar and Ebony made their way up to the main control room of the base. Butch, Offbeat, Nonk and Rico, who were sitting in the room at the table playing cards, quickly stood at attention when they saw Polar enter the room.

“At ease boys…” He said, and they immediately slackened their posture and went back to casual stances. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?” The light haired clone asked, setting his helmet down on a table before walking to look at the holo screens to observe the data logs.

“Nothing really important… Rico stubbed his toe and said swears that I didn't know existed, so that's cool I guess…” Ebony said in his usual apathetic tone and slumped onto one of the benches lining the table.

“That's not surprising… Are you sure he didn't just make them up?” Polar inquired, “Because it wouldn't be the first time he's done something like that.” He chuckled and shook his head as Ebony rolled his eyes and looked back at his datapad.

A chime came from the computer and a transmission request came through… it was from the chancellor himself. He answered it, and the others turned their attention from their tasks to the hologram display of the chancellor in a hooded robe.

“Execute Order sixty-six.”

“Yes sir.” The whole team, except for Polar, said and then went back to their business. There was no Jedi in sight, or even on the planet for all they knew, so there was nothing to do except continue with their other activities. Polar had a puzzled look on his face.

“Uhh…. What was that order again?”

“Order sixty-six is to execute the Jedi, Sir, they are traitors.” Brutus replied as if it was no big deal that they had just been told to kill the people they’ve fought with since the beginning of the war.

Polar exclaimed in an utterly confused tone, “HUH!?” and Brutus’s hand went to his blaster holster.

“Are you saying you’re not going to obey the order? Sir? Good soldiers follow orders.”

“No, I- was just- confused, that's all, Brutus…” Polar put back on his commanding voice and told Brutus to stand down.

He thought for a moment, before walking to grab his helmet and leave the room.

“I'll be in my quarters, if any of you need me… just come get me- or call me on the comms.” The Corporal said as he went out of the sliding durasteel door and into the corridor towards the team's quarters. A perk about their team being the only one at the small base was that they each got their own small, private rooms instead of a big barracks room like on Kamino or on a larger base. Being a clone, where your needs weren’t always met the same as nat-borns most of the time, having a private room was a small luxury, but still a luxury that he had. Taking off his armor, he thought about the order just given to him and all of his comrades. Polar tucked away his armor pieces, and his tattered cloak into the storage box, then sat on his bed in his blacks. He contemplated changing into his fatigues, or just into another pair of blacks, he ultimately ended up choosing the clean pair of blacks over the loose fatigues.

About two hours of reading a holo-drama novel, Polar’s eyes started to get heavy and droopy. He yawned, setting his datapad down on the nightstand and getting up to turn the lights down, still keeping the room lit with one single light so it wouldn't be pitch black darkness. As he was walking back to his bed, he took the elastic ribbon out of his hair, the piece that was keeping it up in a small bun, and let his hair fall down. He sighed in the slight relief caused by the release of the tension in his scalp. Scratching his head and sitting down on the side of his bed, he stretched one more time and laid down, pulling the blanket over himself.

Just as he was falling asleep, his comm went off. Beep beep beep beep beep beep.

He grabbed it and answered it with a tired voice, “This is Corporal Polar.”

“Hi sir, Um, we just got a request to come back to Kamino within the next two rotations for an event.”

“Okay? And you needed to tell me this now?”

“Well, I suppose I could have waited…”

“You could have, yes. Bright as always Brutus… Is there anything else you'd like to tell me while you have me on call?”

“Um, nothing I can think of right now, I’ll call you again if I think of anything, Sir!”

“Well, Brutus, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I would like to sleep, so only call me if it’s really urgently important, ‘kay?”

“Affirmative, Sir! Sleep well, Sir. The boys say goodnight too.”

“Thanks, Good night…”

The communication signal ended with a click noise, and Polar put his comm back onto the nightstand. He closed his eyes and tried to do his routine of tensing all of his muscles and releasing them with a deep breath, starting with his face; he scrunched it, making the scar across his nose bridge pull slightly painfully, but a bearable amount. After his routine was over, he was much more relaxed and closed his eyes, pulling his blanket back over his shoulder and settling into a comfortable position.

Chapter one end

Characters used:

Corporal Polar (Has Lieutenant privileges but thinks Corporal sounded cooler with his name)

Sergeant Rico

Trooper Ebony

Trooper Butch

Pilot Offbeat

Pilot Nonk

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm kind of just making this for fun, so sorry if its inconsistent. I plan on posting the chapters all together when it is done on Ao3, but I have to wait for the invitation first.

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courfeyracs-swordcane · 10 months

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Tagged by Wyatt @orbleglorb AND @nosongunsung11 wow! I don’t actually have that many writing wips so I will also include the list of images in my brain to make since that exists as of recently

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

(I bolded the ones that are especially snippetable please ask me about my wips)

WRITING:

Snow White is something that can be so twink death (FF robobs fic about what if your boss gave you a fucked up little son that you hate)(also you lobotomized your ex in a weird power play thing)

Ballet au setlist (not really a fic but compilation of the ancient robobs ballet au)

If you couldn’t be a king (Underhill!Jay sleepaway manifesto that’s probably about as done as it’s gonna get but could definitely use some editing so it’s still in the wip folder)

Here We Fucking Go Again (ditto ballet au but it’s the Mamma Mia au of the Anastasia au in which Kismet and Catalyzer robobs wind up raising Moonshadow and nobody dies)

Souvisel Theseus Hadestown Timeloop (pretty much what it says on the tin! Sleepaway ship of Theseus polycule reimagined as my dream impossible doublecasting of Hadestown)

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Milfs (prequel to the 100k enemies to lovers road-trip slowburn I’m never gonna write abt ailermaid robobs)

(Doesn’t have a title bc it’s just in my notes app but there’s about 200 words in there trying to flesh out the Ricosquad dynamic)

(Ditto no title but there’s also like three sentences of CJ sleepaway in there that I wrote at like 1am yesterday and I don’t remember where they were going)

ART: (technically only a couple of these (bolded) is actually a wip. But if they’re rotating in my brain that counts.)

From Eden comic (ancients robobs)

I know a lady animatic (Kismet and Moonshadow robobs)

Echo CJ classical piece (Sleepaway)

Night we met animation (Joel oscu)

Ancients lineup I started years ago (robobs)

Azalea and Sat running to cope (Memphis guys blaseball)

EQ and Mercy roller derby image (robobs)

EQ and Mercy good omens au (robobs)

Blood Guy (🤫)

Two Birds and a Wire (Rico Dyker Hazard robobs)

Okay I literally do not know that many people to tag especially ppl I know who actively write and shit and also between Wyatt and Pallas y’all got most of them BUT @nplutonian @whoisthisboy @frosteee-variation @lovelandfrogman maybe?? and anybody else if you want to do this just say I tagged you

#wip Wednesday #well. Sunday #wip Wednesday Sunday

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astra-galaxie · 1 year

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“An elephant?! That’s so cool! I like penguins!” - Milagros Santiago

Biographical information

Full Name: Milagros Santiago

Nickname(s): Mila

Gender: Female

Status: Alive

Age: 6 (season 3)

Birth: 2010

Race: Human

Nationality: Puerto Rican-American

Origin: Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.A

Residence:

McMurdo Station, South Pole

Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.A (formerly)

Profession(s): Penguin Enthusiast

Family:

Alondra Santiago (mother) (deceased)

Unnamed father

Camila Martinez (adoptive mother)

Unnamed grandparents

Carmen Martinez (aunt)

Sanjay Korrapati (cousin)

Affiliation(s): McMurdo Station

Profile

Height: 3’5”

Age: 6 (season 3)

Weight: 40lbs

Eyes: hazel

Blood: A+

Hailing from Baltimore, Milagros Santiago is a young girl with caramel skin, hazel brown eyes, and bouncy curls of long black hair. With her favourite colour being purple, she wears a dark purple parka with matching boots, black snow pants, a lilac hat, scarf, gloves and darker lilac earmuffs.

Synopsis

McMurdo Station’s unofficial penguin expert, Milagros, is the adopted daughter of Camila Martinez.

She is a curious young girl who loves asking questions to learn about new things. She loves science and learning about biology, physics, chemistry, and weather patterns. But she's also a big fan of fantasy novels and can easily get lost in an imaginary world as she reads her favourite books.

Milagros lost her mother at a young age. She doesn't remember much about Alondra, but she remembers her singing lullabies to put her to sleep and having princess tea parties with her and Auntie Camila. She's lucky to have recordings of her mother, and her favourite ones are the videos of Alondra singing and dancing with her as they reenact the dancing scenes from fairy tale movies.

After Alondra passed away, it was just her and Auntie Camila in their little apartment. The place seemed cold and empty without her Mommy, but soon, their family became bigger. She and Camila moved into a rental house close to Camila's parents, and Milagros loved visiting her new grandparents. Her Mommy's parents also visit from Puerto Rico, and while she only sees them a few times a year, she still treasures their time together.

A few weeks after her sixth birthday, Camila announced that she had been offered a job in Antarctica and Milagros was invited to come along. Despite the cold weather, the girl was ecstatic to move to the South Pole. She couldn't wait to see her newest favourite animal, penguins, and make lots of new penguin friends.

Several weeks after moving to Antarctica and befriending the penguins, Camila informed her that Auntie Carmen and her team would be visiting them. Milagros was excited to show Carmen and her friends around the station and penguin reserve but was even more excited to meet her new cousin Sanjay.

After Camila had been cleared of murder, she and Milagros took the Bureau out to visit the penguin reserve. Milagros introduced the penguins to the team by name and taught the humans everything she knew about the animal. While she might still have a lot to learn, she felt proud of herself as she saw everyone smiling and listening to her ramble.

But after a few days, Auntie Carmen, Sanjay and the Bureau needed to leave. Milagros didn't want them to go, but she knew there were bad guys out there they needed to take down, so she didn't try to stow away on the plane. But she still made Auntie Carmen and Sanjay promise to take pictures and get her souvenirs from everywhere they visited.

Months later, near the end of The Darkest Hour, Milagros and Camila returned to celebrate the defeat of SOMBRA alongside the rest of the Bureau's family and friends.

Story Information

First appeared: Death Below Zero

Trivia

Inspiration for her came from Encanto. Her name means miracle (miracle candle), and her Puerto Rican heritage comes from one of the movie’s (also one of my favourite) music composers being of Puerto Rican descent (Lin-Manuel Miranda)

Her stuffed penguin, Pip, was a gift from Camila when she told Milagros they were moving to Antarctica. Milagros sleeps with Pip every night and claims he keeps her nightmares and the cold away

When living in Baltimore, Camila takes Milagros on weekly trips to the cemetery to visit Alondra’s grave. Milagros updates her mother on everything that happened during the previous week and sometimes brings along things to show the grave

Once they return from Antarctica, Milagros plans to bring her scrapbook to her mother’s grave so that she can tell Alondra all about her adventures and penguin friends

She loves dressing up as characters from her favourite movies, especially princesses. Sometimes Camila will dress in matching costumes

Mila hopes that she'll be able to convince Sanjay to dress up with her for Halloween so they can get extra candy for their matching costumes!

She enjoys visiting the beach to build sand castles, swim, play in the waves, and take the pets Camila fosters for walks

Whenever they have a new pet to foster, Milagros makes them a bow or bandana to wear. Each one uses a different combination of fabrics, so no two bows or bandanas are the same

Her favourite animals to foster are dogs, cats, birds, and lizards

She also likes when they get to pet-sit people's fish. It's fun to watch them swim around in the tank

She was born without the lower half of her legs from just below her knees. She has prosthetics to help her walk, run, swim and dance

Grandma Martinez makes her special socks/sleeves in fun patterns that fit over her fake legs to cover the boring metal and plastic

Her favourite ones are the flower pattern socks that make it look like her legs a wrapped in flowers and the sparkly ones because she likes the way they shimmer in the light

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad)

Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad)

Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #astra's ocs #my ocs #criminal case save the world #carmen martinez

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whumpster-fire · 2 years

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Okay RWS/TTTE Tumblr, I have to share possibly the funniest "RWS is a fucking documentary" story ever, as relayed by Youtuber Hyce telling the story while three other guys at the Colorado Railroad Museum try to guess what happened next: (go watch it on YouTube for a good ab workout)

I think the synopsis on this incident being read is here?

This is an absurd week-long saga involving seven different engines getting stuck or derailed, sometimes repeatedly. In a nutshell, behind a keep reading so you can guess along with the video:

To set the stage: The Rio Grande Southern was a crappy podunk railroad in Southwestern Colorado. I'm getting the vibe that this was kind of the real-life equivalent of the Mid Sodor Railway. Relevant locations are Ridgway, the northern terminus, Durango, the southern terminus, Rico, a town kind of in the middle of the line, and Lizard Head Pass, the highest part of the line, which is between Ridgway and Rico. On either end the RGS meets a larger and more competent railroad, the Denver and Rio Grande Western.

Rio Grande Southern #20 gets stuck in the snow while traveling South from the north terminus of its line in Ridgeway. In the middle of the night, in the mountains. It sounds like in a snowstorm.

The next day, two other engines, RGS 22 and RGS 42, come up the mountain from the other direction with a snowplow to free it, along with a little railcar that was just trying to deliver the mail. They set off back towards the south and all of them almost immediately get stuck again.

After three days of the original train, the rescue train, and the railcar all being stuck in the snow, two more rescue trains are sent from either end of the line. On the northern end, the superintendent of the railroad and "every available man" set out with the only engine present, Denver and Rio Grande Western #455, who was leased from the neighboring railroad and probably really wants to go home. On the southern end, D&RGW #458 is "borrowed" to go help, which I think means this engine was not even leased, this is just an engine from a completely different railroad that has to come help because the RGS has gotten basically its entire fleet stuck and the one remaining engine, #41 is small and not very strong.

The superintendent's rescue train also gets stuck, and the borrowed engine's tender derails and rolls over. Neither of them get anywhere near the stuck train. There are now three stuck rescue trains and the original train gets stuck too.

D&RGW #271, who is also not actually part of the railway with the stuck train, comes up with a breakdown crane to put 458's tender back on the rails. This is successful, and 458 continues on towards Rico. 271 apparently decides not to deal with this whole cursed rescue mission, and decides to go home and take the crane with it. On the way home, 271... gets stuck in the snow.

271 gets unstuck by its crew and goes home. 458 meets up with #41, and they take the rotary snowplow up to free the original rescue train, consisting of #20 (which has now been stuck in the snow for SIX DAYS), #22, #42, and the railcar). They FINALLY free the stuck train, and head back towards Rico.

On the way back down, #458 and #41 derail AGAIN.

They finally make it back to Rico... meanwhile the superintendent and #455 are STILL FUCKING STUCK on the other side of the pass.

Poor #458, who is not even supposed to be here and might have some sort of damage from the tender derailment but I'm pretty sure is the biggest and strongest engine here, sets out with the rotary plow again to rescue its sibling, but the damaged tender derails TWO MORE TIMES.

458 gives up and tries to turn back (RWS translation: this poor engine's probably sobbing about wanting to go home by now)... but a couple miles outside of town is blocked by an avalanche!

458's crew (and presumably the rotary plow's) just fucking abandon their engine and walk the rest of the way.

Eventually, some time later RGS #20 and #42 go and free the superintendent. #458 has presumably gone home and refused to set wheel on the RGS ever again.

But the ultimate "RWS is a fucking documentary" moment: 84 years later, the Rio Grande Southern Railroad is a distant memory. The only survivors of this whole clusterfuck are RGS #41, RGS #42, the Railcar... and RGS #20, which has been right there next to the guys telling the story the entire time while they have been absolutely losing it and roasting the fuck out of this railway for the last 20 minutes. Everyone remembers this and starts joking about how they've probably given their steam engine PTSD flashbacks and apologizes to her.

#railway series fandom #IRL Railway shenanigans

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yuki8563 · 11 months

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2023-06-16

🦋"𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼."🦋

🌸" Would you like some cupcakes? "🌸

��️ Rico = Potato Deer Barly= Leprechaun Colette= Cauliflower Lion Byron= snail fox

[ Piper's World ] People enjoy doing what they think is right, Piper enjoys her beautiful world. There’s not any dark clouds in her heart, she only needs to wave her hand, and the they will turn into sweet cotton candy, embellish this macaron-colored sky.

When she sings, animals and plants dance, and the leaves beat to her beat. In winter, she can turn snow into sugar and jump into her dough through her beautiful voice.

Her world, her rules.

She always wears magic red shoes and dances with her cute little friends. Everyone loves her! …Expect a certain fox who always wants to steal her pastries…!! It's inevitable, she is the most Great baker, no one can resist!

But she's happy to trade the fox's potion he's brewed through the snail's shell.

In her world, the rules are fair.

Always.🦋

#BrawlStarsArt #BrawlstarsPiper #BrawlstarsColette #BrawlstarsByron #BrawlstarsRico #BrawlstarsBarley #brawlstars #yuki8563art

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occult-roommates · 1 year

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Back in town

That day was supposed to be the second anniversary of Dawud moving to San Myshuno. Fitting, instead he just...ended up moving back there. Once out of the airport, he came across a familiar face, Rudi. They were so surprised, but also relieved, to see their friend again after such a long time. Honestly, they had assumed he died or something, considering how unreachable he had made himself in the last year, especially by modern day standard.

Rudi: DAV! You’re alive! Dawud: Unfortunately. Rudi: Everyone was worried about your wereabouts. Like straight up Daniele thought you were going through a manic episode of some sort cause it didn’t really felt like you and then you just...disappeared. Dawud: I know. I’m sorry for what happened. I still feel deeply guilty over what I said and I just felt like nothing I could say would be good enough of an apology considering how awful what I said was. So I thought cutting contact and never seeing you guys ever again was the best solution. I know it’s stupid, but I’m known to run away when I don’t know how to handle difficult situation. Rudi: Well, whatever dude, I’m just glad to see you again after so long. Dawud: I’m surprised you still cared about me after what I said. Rudi: I mean, I once got the living shit beaten out of me just for being a werewolf when I was only 14, I don’t really care if one guy say something shitty about spellcasters once. Dawud: ...Well, if you say I’m worth forgiving, I’ll take it, but I’m not sure if I follow your logic...

Actually, Dawud had currently nowhere to live, he rented a hotel room for a few days, but after that he’s not sure what he’ll do. And since it was the middle of the night, he didn’t had access to the room yet.

Rudi: Why don’t you just move back with us? Especially since the landbitch raised the rent again. Dawud: Well technically I don’t really have a job, I’m just in training to become a mechanic and I don’t know when I’ll have one again. Rudi: And how are you planning to survive without a job? Dude, you’re so confusing you want to apologize to us and make sure we’ve forgiven you but you refuse to see us ever again like...Even if yes, what you said was awful and shitty and terrible, how are you suppose to improve as a person if you can’t move past that? Dawud: Being a bit philosophical tonight. Rudi: Yeah I smoked a shit ton of weed before my flight in order to calm myself down. Dawud: How did you do that without getting cau- actually don’t answer that...Also where were you beforehand? Rudi: Puerto Rico, it was my mom’s birthday so I spent the week there.

While walking out of the airport and into the city, Rudi talked about their week in Puerto Rico. Eventually, the two of them reached a nearby park. Being a night, it was oddly devoid of people.

Rudi: Damn, there’s no snow in this part of town while it was snowing near the airport. Climate change is crazyyyy. Dawud: Is that a violin you got with you? Rudi: Yeah, a lot has changed in a year you know. Akva went back to school, Kino got a new girlfriend and is now expecting a baby, I started learning the violin. Lots of stuff. Dawud: KINO IS NO LONGER WITH TONI?? Damn, love really is not real... Rudi: Ok but who cares. Anyway I’m gonna play some violin you ready? Dawud: AND THEY’RE HAVING A BABY??? WHAT???

Rudi did not care about that, they wanted to show their violin skills. And so they played old German folk song to Dawud.

Dawud: You are good, but why the violin? I thought you wanted to start a punk band. Rudi: Well first of all, I’m a bad bitch I can make this work. Second of all, this is because you see, my dad always wanted to be a violinist, but his parents always told him it was a waste of time and he gave up on it. Eventually he lost his job as a pilot so he decided to pick up the violin again. Sadly, you know, he died shortly after... Dawud: Didn’t you told me he died in a plane crash? Rudi: Well, I said he died in a plane crash, I never said he was the one flying the plane.

The song being over, they both laid down, looking at the sky. You know, the thing that changed Dawud’s life forever not once but twice.

Rudi: You know, that will sound insane, but I...sometime I feel like my dad is not actually dead. This is why I came to San Myshuno originally. Yeah, I have some cousin on my step-father’s side who live there, but my main motivation is...I don’t know. My werewolf senses are telling me my dad is still alive somewhere in this city. Dawud: You are right, it does sound insane. Rudi: Cause you see, I used to be such a daddy’s boy and his death messed with me so much, but I’ve also changed a lot since he died and well, I wish he could see who I am now. Like, for starter, I’m not even a boy anymore. Dawud: You used to be a boy? Rudi: Well I mean, I was obviously not born nonbinary. Dawud: Yeah but I mean like...Well...I thought that...Ah and never mind, it’s none of my business really. But you used to be called Luna didn’t you? Rudi: You see, I actually was born with some like, hormonal issues, so I never hit puberty naturally, but whenever I was offered to try to induce it I refuse. Eventually, at 16, shortly after my dad died actually, I snapped and admitted I didn’t want to turn into a man and would rather be a woman. So yeah, I just never underwent male puberty. Then after moving to Puerto Rico I gained a fuckton of weight and this is how I ended up a thicc bitch with big titties. Dawud: Cool, but what about the Luna thing? Rudi: Well, that was my girl name. After Luna I became Rudi, got it legally changed last August actually. Don’t ask me my boy name though. That’s private information.

After a very long silence, Rudi decided to cut it the...most powerful way.

Rudi: Wanna suck my dick?

Sure, at first Dawud was taken aback a little bit...Well, even more than a little bit. But yeeaaah, he’s always wanted to do that, not to Rudi specifically, but you know, and who is he to refuse such a nice offer? Rudi is aroace anyway, and he knows this, this won’t mean anything the following morning.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #sims community #sims 4 community #ts4 screenshots #ts4 storytelling #occult roommates #rudi marron #dawud sahan #long post #OcRo s2

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chanelfunnell · 1 year

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Do you mean this, anon ? Thanks for info but I do not deal with it . We know that Megan Butler is Tazer's girlfriend for a while and they got together at their vacay in Puerto Rico. He liked her last IN post so it's the beginning of July. The holiday was in June .

The woman next to Tazer is Megan B, what they do I have no clue. Also no idea about any links to Aubrey and frankly I don't bother. Also not about ramblings or theories and trolling of Crosby/Toews Kane Interesting delusional puckbunny boiler claiming I am some Lee. She posted about fictional Lee in her old rambling on Blogger. She claims there how Crosby is all bad and all people hack her comp, then how she will report you and people to Marketing Association and Lemieux, Morin...cookies, bots...

ye MMegan Butler is Tazer's girlfriend for a while, no idea what Marti Snow will say lol or Ashley Toews Gurl meets Toews Kane meets Crosby Interesting lol

If Toews follows her it looks like two peas in the pot and not just pot smoking. Very blurred world at least at her end...She stalks all posts on IN, also Megan Butler and Amanda Grahovec. Then trashes them. She threw jealous tantrum after my find of similarity which is true, Tazer copied more things in past which is maybe a compliment. You don't bother about strangers, I don't.

I find only strange how quickly certain post with Megan Butler has appeared and whether Marketa BLW and her lawyers were right and Tazer messes with certain dangerous stuff so his bs play. If Megan B belongs to Aubrey etc I don't know and I don't care. Marketa BLW apparently has contacted Wirtz CEO regarding crazy Ashley,a lawsuit and Aubrey yesterday. It is possible that Megan Butler has asked her friends to post it as she lives in delusion it's M who checks all about her, wags, Tazer and into Tazer so no advantage taken over years with her look etc. Regarding Marketa it will s more self defense if her old crazy troll is followed by Tazer and more like trying to save Tazer Captain from trouble linked to Aubrey. No beep about Megan B and any idea of her links to Aubrey although she hails from Austin. If Megan did it and Cray Mrs Troll is right they smoke something it is more trouble for Tazer and bad influence by Megan. No one bothers about Tazer's gf's and never done with Lindsey from other Tumblr bloggers. It starts to be interesting with this tea..or dope..or what... apparently Carcillo posted that flying mushrooms are better than weed. Why does center Tazer needs wings anyway for his ehm .like up if it is true ? Lol He got just 4 points from 12! games. Day and night this season..

I am also surprised that Mr Troll still reads my posts and how quickly she tracks anything new about WAGs inssne. You get it after I post about ,Lee, by her. I'd leave it to Canadian jurisdiction as a part of Commonwealth and M's lawyers lol Watch the space.. more tea. Without drama and Ash.

#chicago blackhawks #jonathan toews #nhl hockey #Megan butler #Party #Marcus Aubrey #kanetoewsinteresting #ashleytoewsgurl #crosby interesting

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regalfairytaleacademy · 1 year

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Technical Information

Name: Yvonne Cryos

(Former: Yvonne Leroy)

Japanese: イヴォンヌ・クリオス (Ivu~on'nu kuriosu)

Quotes: "Rich and Fool, two choices to one. I'll be fool but rich, just for a plan."

Age: 17 y.o

Birthday: September 9th

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 172 cm

Race: Fairy-hybrid

Species: Ice Fairy

Homeland:

Melodie Kingdom (born; formerly)

Sakura Imperial (currently)

Family:

Daniel Leroy (Biological father; haven't seen)

Demeter Harvest (Biological mother)

Pandora Aiko (Stepmother; haven't seen)

Matthew Cyros (Stepfather)

Unseen step-siblings

Riordan Cryos Leroy (Older brother)

Alessia Cryos (Younger sister)

Mitsu Cryos (Younger sister #2)

Rico Cryos (Younger brother)

Nicknames / Aliases:

Evie (by her family and friends)

Dame de neige (by Rook Hunt; means "Lady of Snow", due to her sparkling eyes inspiring his painting of winter scenery)

Mullet (by Floyd Leech; because of her appearance)

Herbivore / Peacock (by Leona Kingscholar; as he described her as the female version of Vil due to being very nagging)

Beauty (by NRC random students who flirting her)

Other:

Monster (by her biological father)

Loser's daughter (by her step-mother)

Vixen (by those envious girls)

School Facts and Fun Facts

Best Subject: Magic History |Machinery

Worst Subject: Linguistics

Favourite Colors: Salmon Pink, Orchid Purple and Beige

Favourite Food: Dumplings | Apple

Least Favourite: Junk Food

Likes: Knowledge, books, adventures, discovery, her step-family, simple romantic date, quiet, sakura viewing, mechanical inventions, her mother's homemade foods, motion videos, happiness, peace, preppy fashion

Dislikes: Wrong answers, nonsense, her cheating biological father, a third wheel, cheap gifts, forced to speak, being flirt, fake romantic novels, fighting, bully, her family being mistreated, haters, mocked, gothic

Hobbies: Inventing, playing chess, reading, babysitting, chatting with Sophia on phone

Talents: Mechanic design, navigation, archery, fencing, strategic, problem-solving, inventory, babysitting, ice manipulation, the transformation of ice fairy

Idol Stat

Performance: Coloratura soprano and suitable for some opera classics. However she can only sing in bass now because her throat problem and a few coughs.

Choreography: Combination of ballet and martial arts, Yvonne's bones are a little soft and easily bend, but sometimes need full recovery. She occasionally showing with elegant hand gestures.

Shimmery Wings outfits: Classical • Quirky

Idol Brand

Winter Princess (冬のプリンセス)

The brand that feature on the Snow Princess of the blizzard realm. The outfits has fur coat and the color palette of the brand are blue to white. It even allowed to use other colors to fit on the stage background. It is Yvonne's preferred brand.

Shimmery Wings: Quirky • Classical

Etymology

Yvonne is a female given name. It is the feminine form of Yvon, which is derived from the French name Yves and Yvette. It is from the French word iv, meaning "yew" (or tree). Since yew wood was used for bows, Ivo may have been an occupational name meaning "archer". Yvonne/Ivonne is also a Spanish girl name.

Cryos is a word of combining form meaning “icy cold,” “frost."

Character Inspired

Yvonne was inspired by

Timmy (Winx Club series)

Bea Spells-a-lots (Lalaloopsy)

#twisted wonderland #twst #rfa #regal fairytale academy #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #techneige #yvonne cryos

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16, 32, 72 and 98 for Vincent ? For those oc asks

16. Write out their last nightmare as a short scene.

strap in boys, this one’s a long one.

sorry but i can’t possibly write short scenes.

CW: implied dog death

He wakes up groggily, face in the snow. It’s cold, freezing and so damn loud. Heavy propeller is hitting the rocks, digging into the red, muddy snow, burying deeper and deeper, creating shallow ditches and valleys, river beds for the blood of the fallen from the crash. It’s the only sound he hears – the slowly dying engine, metal scraping against the side of a cliff, hurt whining of his dog. His vision is swimming, blurred, partially obstructed; dark vignette limiting his FOV to a single point – Ricochet. He can’t feel his legs moving, whole body numb, he doesn’t control it, and in an instant he’s hovering over his poor wounded pup.

“Shh, baby girl” he coos, taking her fragile head into his lap, stroking the bloodied wet fur. “You’re gonna be okay, my sweet girl” but hot tears are already staining his face, mixing with dried ichor from his own cuts. He knows she won’t. He’s seen this dream already. He tries to get up, dog in his arms but she’s just so damn heavy.

“No more snacks in between meals” he tries to crack a joke, but his palpitating heart betrays just how fucking terrified he is. The whines grow louder, more desperate and pleading. There’s a howl off in the distance. They gotta go, move, even if he feels like his whole body was made out of lead.

The snowstorm worsens witch each step, snow starting to get deeper and deeper. Blood drips from his hands, creates a trail. Snow reaches up to his hips and he can’t feel his hands. They’re in a maze, walls closing in. Did he pass that fallen tree already? That beak-shaped rock looks familiar. Rico is heavy in his arms, crying, staring at him with those big black eyes.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

Her whimpers play on repeat in his head, like a broken record, overlapping, distorting, duplicating; slowing down, speeding up.

“It’s okay honey” he tries again, the rocky maze loops, driving him insane.

He trips, they tumble. He manages to do a roll, Ricochet’s not quite as lucky. She falls down the ravine with a scared yelp, disappears in the snow. He follows, pulse pounding in his head, limbs stiff and frostbit, whole body shaking from the freezing temperatures.

He finds her, weak and trembling; in so much goddamn pain. He doesn’t want to move here but he can’t leave her like this either.

“I’m sorry, girl” he pulls out a knife. “I’m so fucking sorry” he weeps too, tears blur his vision and all he sees are brown and red stains on a perfectly white canvas of snow.

With blade to her skull, he apologizes over and over. He’s being controlled, like puppet on strings, those movements aren’t his.

He braces himself, for one perfect hit. He swings, but wakes up drenched in cold sweat, chest feeling tight, breathing heavy and fast.

32. When they sneeze: hand, elbow, or nada?

elbow or forearm. doesn’t want germs, snot or spit on his hands. sometimes he turns his head to the side and sneezes into his shoulder. his sneezes are very loud too; those jokes about how loud fathers sneeze very much apply to him.

72. How do they like their steak?

rare. likes his steaks soft and juicy; very well seasoned and salty; ideally with garlicky undertone.

98. List 10 reasons why you love spending time with this character.

i’ll give you 5 😌 mostly coz i can’t think of any more

— has very specific type of humor;

— is a total whore – his entire personality;

— likes to gossip (even though he denies it), knows everything and everyone – is fun to talk shit about people

— blunt, unfiltered, uncensored – speaks his truth, will throw shade no matter who he’s talking to

— he has those Dad™️ vibes; cracks awful dad jokes and will call you a kid

#thanks for the ask 😌✌️#yeah i know nothing about steaks; never had them and i don’t eat meat #lore: vincent e. vahn #oc: vincent elijah vahn

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are there any requests you've seen in the erboh comments that you'd like to see get made or do u have any of ur own

OOOOH oh my god ok so like the problem is most people who suggest battles are like. not very good at suggesting battles and so many of them are just So nothing they dont really stick in my head.... i have seen neil armstrong vs buzz lightyear floating around which part of me is kinda Eh about cause neil doesn't really seem like the type but i suppose i could see him having the same sorta style as mr rogers/oppenheimer just a bit calmer but still like. brutal n straight to the point. anyway idk how good of a matchup it actually is but i'd just like to see a space battle. something something buzz aldrin/woody as sidekicks. i dont know. have also seen people saying they could bring rob rico back to play jon snow which i dont have much of a stake in cause i havent seen got but if they did i dont care who they'd pair him with i just want rob rico to be in another battle LOL

the only suggestion i ever Really wanted them to make when i was younger was ned kelly vs dick turpin and/or billy the kid like i was big on the idea of them having another australian and just doing some non-american history in general but i've seen ned kelly vs robin hood too and i do love that idea i just think it'd be fun + chance to bring in a dancer with the mask on like they did with boba fett and deadpool!

ummmm idk if i have any more that i really want them to make im just excited by whatever they put out at this point tbh. i dont think im creative enough to think up a matchup but they should do another animated one. and get me to work on it <3 nah jk (< not joking working on erb has been my dream job since i was like. 12) buuuut fuck whats another one they could do. harold holt vs jfk battle of the dead 1960s heads of state? i dunno. like i said most people (me) arent good at coming up with matchups LOL

#TY FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this was soooooo fucking rambley im so sorry but thank youuuuu ily jerome <3333 #ask #zoniq

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2024 / 01

Aperçu of the Week:

"He who breaks a resolution is a weakling. He who makes one is a fool."

(Frederic Lawrence Knowles, US-American poet from the 19th century)

Bad News of the Week:

Flooding in Central Europe. Extreme continuous rain has caused a variety of dangers in Germany and France. The consequences of simply too much water in too short a time range from overflowing river beds to washed-out roads and burst dams. In Lower Saxony alone, 10,000 helpers from the fire department, technical relief organizations and even the military are working to prevent the worst.

Nowhere did the rain fall as snow because it was simply too warm: in the course of last week it was plus 12 degrees Celsius in southern Bavaria - and that at the beginning of January. In the new week, however, we have 12 degrees below zero. The experts disagree as to whether the frost is beneficial to the stability of the softened dykes or not. And if we humans are already having problems coping with the change in temperature with all our resources, what must it feel like for nature?

Sweden, for example, is experiencing record sub-zero temperatures. This is pushing fauna and flora to their limits. I dare not even imagine that this will once again be used as an argument by people wearing aluminum hats that there is no global warming.

Good News of the Week:

For a change, there is some good news from Israel. No, Benjamin Netanyahu has not resigned. Even if he in particular will see this as bad news: Israel's supreme court has declared a core element of the so-called "judicial reform" illegal. As a reminder, the far-right executive has been engaged in a trial of strength with the judiciary for a year now. In principle, the government's aim is to disempower the judiciary, for Netanyahu also out of personal self-protection against prosecution. Hundreds of thousands took to the streets against this for months. Then stopped not by sensible government action, but by the Hamas attack on October 7 last year.

But the Supreme Court still has its powers. And it uses them. By rejecting an amendment to the law that would have prevented it from taking action against "inappropriate" decisions by the government, the prime minister or individual ministers. Critics had already warned that this amendment could encourage corruption and arbitrary appointments to important posts, among other things - in other words: it was simply undemocratic.

This is an important victory on points. However, it remains to be seen what effect the decision will have on the government's other so-called "reform projects", all of which are directed against an independent, strong judiciary. But have been on hold since the Hamas attack. Evil voices say that Netanyahu's creeping loss of authority is also on hold only because of the Gaza war. After all, no nation likes to change its government in times of crisis. All the more reason to hope for an early end to the conflict.

Personal happy moment of the week:

Saturday was Epiphany. A holiday on which children in rural Bavaria dress up as the three holy kings and carol singers and go from house to house. And bless the house for the new year. A collection is made for a good cause: a children's home in Puerto Rico. A touch of normality and hope for 2024.

I couldn't care less...

...about royal news. Even if, as a Bavarian, I recognize their historical significance (Ludwig II, Sissi, etc.), I think they are simply outdated these days. Even if my daughter, in her current student job, is trying to keep the Wittelsbachs alive on social media. In this respect, I welcome the fact that Queen Margrethe II of Denmark announced her abdication at the end of the week. Unfortunately, she is not abolishing the monarchy at the same time, but handing over to her son. Sidenote: British King Charles III is still the official head of state of Canada. Ridiculous.

It's fine with me...

...that my favorite newspaper (which I rarely get to read in detail) "Die Zeit" is headlined this week: How does peace work, Immanuel Kant? I think it's extremely valuable that journalism doesn't limit itself to daily news tickers, but instead asks questions, looks behind the scenes and thinks about things. It is not for nothing that in democracies it is called the "fourth power in the state" alongside the legislative, executive and judicial branches. Bravo!

As I write this...

...I discover the music of Keith Jarrett. The exceptional pianist has not only excelled in remarkable recordings of classical music (especially Johann Sebastian Bach), but above all with jazz. I would have loved to experience one of his concert evenings with only improvisations (!) live. I don't know many musicians whose performance makes you realize how much fun they are having doing music. It's also charming that you can hear Jarrett humming along from time to time, or even beatboxing. My favorite albums are the ones he recorded with bassist Charlie Haden. Thanks to excellent headphones with noise canceling, they provide a relaxed oasis of quiet ("piano") music enjoyment even after a long working day on a packed commuter train.

Post Scriptum

My "symbolic thinker" for 2024 - after Goethe, Cicero, Freud and Aristotle in recent years - is Friedrich Nietzsche. Who stares at the elephant in the room. Fascinated? Disgusted? Surprised? In any case, observant, analytical and critical. And an allegory that I am really proud of. In the 19th century, the classical philologist and philosopher broke the mold with both his thinking and his style and did not allow himself to be assigned to any classical discipline - but created new ones, of which my wife understands more than I do due to her interest and a corresponding university degree. In the first semester, Nietzsche wears the ancient Greek symbol for democracy on his lapel. And the elephant has blood dripping from its tusk. Perhaps it is no coincidence that it is the heraldic animal of the US Republicans. But let's hope for the best...

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