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breadbrobin · 4 months

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fate

clarisse la rue x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of apollo reader]

[part 2 to the trees]

summary: clarisse is being weirdly standoffish, and you’re not one to cave to that, no matter how much you like her. and no matter how things go, you still have to get your weapons from the forest.

warnings: swearing, arguing, fighting, monsters, PINING BUT THEYRE IDIOTS, everyone’s so mad at each other rn, kissing (AHHHH), canon typical violence, again probably slightly ooc clarisse but hey i love her anyway

word count: 3.2k

(uhhh so this is probably not what anyone was expecting for part two but this is how i alway a planned it, so here it is!! tag list in reblogs and also thank you for the love on the trees! i love you all so much <3 and i’d die for you just like clarisse and this dumb bitch here would die for each other)

(this is much more enemies to lovers than the first one btw so have fun)

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the day after capture the flag was always a little tense. of course it was. half the camp had just lost, and not many people at camp were good losers, especially not those who got their butts kicked.

this time, though, there was a new level of tension in the air.

ares kids didn’t often run the flag over the line themselves, and those who did were crowing about it at breakfast, then all morning too.

curiously, clarisse wasn’t. she was eating in silence, picking through her eggs like she was searching for something.

you’d never seen her like that before. no one had. but, it seemed you were the only person to notice. you always were, and you were okay with that.

your brother nudged your arm and shot you a questioning look, but you brushed him off with a smile.

why was clarisse so down? she’d won. what did she have to be upset about? was she mad at you? did you do something to piss her off in the tree? she hadn’t seemed exactly happy when she left.

stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t realise she’d met your eyes until your brother elbowed you.

“ow! what do you want?” you snapped, rubbing your rib cage tenderly.

“clarisse is staring at you,” he said with wide eyes. “dude… what did you do?”

“nothing,” you scoffed and stood up, taking your empty plate to the stack of dirty dishes, trying—and failing—to not look at clarisse as you left.

“y/n, wait up!”

you slowed down for sam as he jogged to catch up to you. there was a newfound bitterness in your mouth when you saw him. you’d never liked him, not like he’d liked you, but you’d never felt like you wanted to be away from him. not like you did in that moment then. but where would you go? to clarisse? yeah, right, she’d laugh in your face, regardless of whatever happened—or might have happened—in that tree.

“what’s up?” you asked. you couldn’t help your voice being drier than usual.

“just wanted to see how those arrows did you? were they good? i can make some more, if you want.” he looked almost eager to do so.

you smiled kindly. he really was sweet. “they were great, thanks, sam. best arrows i’ve ever used, even if i didn’t get too much of a chance to use them.” your steps faltered. “i did leave one in the forest though. i’ll have to get that later.”

your eyes locked on clarisse as she walked towards you down the path. two of her siblings were behind her, laughing, but she wasn’t. in fact, her jaw was set tight and she was glaring. at sam.

“i could come with you?” he suggested. “watch your back. keep you safe, you know?”

clarisse scoffed as she passed. “she doesn’t need you to keep her safe, tool-box.”

that was a little mean. sure, sam carried his tool-box everywhere, but you never know what might need to be fixed! despite yourself, you had to hold in a laugh. your eyes were alight with amusement as you locked gaze with clarisse.

she looked proud of herself, a jaunty grin on her lips. you couldn’t help your gaze dropping to them briefly. she smiled wider. it was infuriating. she now knew what her effect on you was, and she was using it.

“if she needed someone to protect her, she’d come to me, right, angel?” she tilted her head.

your mouth was infuriatingly dry. you nodded. “uh—“

“whatever,” sam snapped. “come on, y/n. let’s go.”

you kind of wanted to stay, but his grip on your arm didn’t leave any room for an argument. you trailed after him as he left, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see clarisse’s face darken with anger.

“angel?” sam scoffed. “who does she think she is?”

“uh…”

“whatever. gods, she’s just so—“ he turned and faced you, almost causing you to bump into his chest. you’d never seen him so intense before. “stay away from her, y/n. seriously. she’s bad news.”

“she’s nice to me,” you protested.

“she’s not nice to anyone. don’t be naive.” he turned on his heel and started to walk away, then turned back, his face softer. “come on. do you want to learn how to weld? you said you did last week.”

did you? you didn’t remember that. but you did vaguely remember a conversation with sam that you spent zoned out and staring at clarisse as she trained, so that was probably it. “oh, no… i have to… train…”

he looked disappointed, but nodded. “okay, that’s cool. maybe another day. or maybe, we can… go for a walk together? or even have lunch on the beach?”

you nodded absently. “maybe.”

“great, it’s a date!”

you frowned. “it’s a what?”

he looked happier than you’d ever seen him. he even kissed your cheek before walking off, a new spring in his step. you stood there for a moment, eyes wide, wondering what the hell just happened. then you heard a scoff from behind you.

when you turned around, clarisse was walking away.

“clarisse,” you said softly, jogging after her. “clarisse, wait!”

“go hang out with your boyfriend, l/n.” she snapped, her arms crossed as she walked. “he’s probably waiting for you so you two can make out in that sweaty little sex dungeon they call a workshop.”

your eyebrows shot up. “okay, first of all, i’m pretty sure it is actually a workshop, and second of all, he’s still not my boyfriend!”

she scoffed again but didn’t answer, stomping up the steps to the ares cabin and stopping at the top, looking down at you.

you felt small under her gaze, but you didn’t back down.

“what are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.

“you said i could come get a new dagger,”you said.

she rolled her eyes and leaned on the porch railing. “and?”

you frowned, looking up at her. “and… i’m here to get one?”

she regarded you for a few seconds in silence, then, just as she was about to speak, a new voice called out.

“clarisse, are you giving out girlfriend privileges already?” one of her brothers, marcus, you thought, stepped into the doorway of the cabin and peered around her to look at you. he looked like a stereotypical son of ares: buff, tall and mean. “that’s cute.” he continued, looking at you like you were an animal in a zoo.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” she scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

well, that hurt.

“yeah, we’re just—“

“we’re not even friends,” she added hurriedly, not even looking at you. “she just thinks she’s special.”

your jaw clenched. that really hurt. “i don’t think i’m special,” you snapped. “i think i want you to honour your word from yesterday or go and get my dagger out of the forest for me.”

“not my fault you forgot your dagger,” she studied her nails nonchalantly.

“but if you hadn’t thrown my dagger out of a tree and tossed my new arrow aside like it was trash then i wouldn’t have forgotten. and maybe if you hadn’t leaned in like you were about to kiss me, maybe i wouldn’t have forgotten either.” your gaze was as sharp as hers was, meeting in the middle with fire and lightning crackling between you.

she stepped forward, face to face with you. for a second, you thought she’d punch you, but you didn’t back down.

then she laughed. it wasn’t at all like her laugh in the tree the day before. this was her cold, cruel laugh that she usually saved for her victims. with a start, you realised that’s what you were: another victim of clarisse la rue. your heart broke for a split second before you pulled yourself together and straightened your back, meeting her eyes.

“kiss you?” she snickered. “get your head out of your ass, angel, you’re not all that because you can shoot a bow and climb a tree.”

you stepped closer to her, so you were right up in her face. “and you’re not all that because you scare away everyone who cares about you, just because your daddy’s a little mean. you don’t need to be a bitch about everything.”

you regretted it instantly. you’d gone too far. you knew that.

her face dropped and a hurt look flashed through her eyes, but it died as soon as it came to life.

you stepped back and turned, marching away.

“where are you going?” she called after you. “we’re not finished here!”

“you have something else to say to me, clarisse, you come find me!” you shot back, your voice hard. you didn’t start arguments often, but goddamn did you finish them.

you stomped into the forest, determined to find your dagger and arrow so you could prove to both clarisse and sam that you were capable of more than just shooting arrows from trees and running away from fights.

it was darker today. the clouds that covered camp half-blood permeated through the forest, leaving a heavy weight suspended among the trees. the air felt thicker, even, and the birdsong seemed quieter than usual. was there something around? something hanging in the air, waiting to attack you? drag your body back to camp and leave it on clarisse’s doorstep like a cat bringing in a dead bird?

or was your fear just because you were alone instead of with the rest of camp.

whatever it was, it put you on edge.

there was a clicking sound behind you, like someone was cracking a joint, but when you turned, no one was there. you weren’t foolish enough to call out.

you could feel a chill going down your spine, and that’s when you knew: the first shoe had dropped.

your eyelids fluttered and you nearly dropped to the ground, but you leaned heavily against a tree to catch yourself. typical. go out on your own, thinking you can take care of yourself and you get hit with a premonition. how’s that for fate?

you let the feeling wash over you; the pure panic of the near future and the warm grip of a hand on your wrist, like someone was pulling you along.

the future was not looking promising.

there was another clicking sound behind you as you finally managed to straighten up, much closer this time.

you turned around.

the bushes were rustling.

you suddenly realised what that clicking sound was.

mandibles.

two ants the size of german shepherds burst through the foliage. myrmeke.

there was the other shoe, dropping real hard.

“shit!” you stumbled backward, reaching for a weapon. you had no weapon. “double shit!”

you turned and ran.

the ants were fucking fast. they could have caught up to you if you weren’t so agile, turning and springing off in different directions every few steps, sending them careening into trees and rocks. that was the only thing keeping you alive.

where even were you? you didn’t recognise this area. hopefully you weren’t running directly for their anthill. that would be a real twist of fate.

then you burst into a new area, this one with a large tree—a large tree that you recognised.

“yes!” you exclaimed, dashing for the trunk. you found your dagger easily, then your discarded arrow too. you didn’t know what good they’d do against the myrmeke, considering that their shells were as hard as armour and, while force was good in some cases, you had to admit that sharpness may have helped you against them.

you couldn’t run anymore. your screaming lungs told you that. you couldn’t climb either. the ants could climb better than you and you’d be a sitting duck up there, no matter how high you went. but maybe, just maybe, you could hold them off until they got bored or someone realised you were missing.

it wasn’t easy, but you managed to deflect and dodge the myrmeke’s attacks. they were fast, but you were faster. you even managed a swipe at one of their legs as you rolled past, but all it did was leave a tiny chink in its armour.

you were beginning to lose hope.

honestly, what you wouldn’t give for a spear right now. your blunt dagger and slim arrow were about as good as a toothpick against these monsters.

just as you were backed against the tree that you’d once found a safe haven, you heard a battle cry. you could have sobbed from relief, but instead, as the spear-wielding figure landed on top of one of the ants, driving her weapon into the gap between its armoured plates, you took your opportunity to stab your arrow with as much force as you could into the other ant’s gaping mouth, slipping it precisely between its mandibles and, hopefully, into its brain.

it jerked back in pain and screeched, the sound making your ears ring, but it didn’t die. instead, it looked rightfully pissed off, and now it had an arrow sticking from its mouth.

as your saviour pulled her spear from the ants back, a warm, brown liquid sprayed on you. it smelled like ants always did after you crushed them, just a million times worse. you wondered if this was revenge for all the ants you’d murdered in your life.

“gross!” you exclaimed, wiping it off your face.

“grow up, bows, we gotta go!” clarisse. your saviour was clarisse. of course.

just as you were about to protest, two more myrmeke crept out of the forest towards you.

she gripped your wrist, right where that warmth was in your premonition, and dragged you away, making you drop your dagger in the rush.

“i dropped my—“

“save it!” she snapped, pulling you along.

the desperation in her voice kicked you into gear and you started running faster, alongside her now.

you didn’t use the same tactics as before. instead of dodging, you just ran as fast as you could and prayed that the myrmeke would be slower. clarisse seemed to know where she was going, at least.

“you’re such an idiot!” clarisse yelled as they ran.

“we’re doing this now?” you panted incredulously.

“you could have died!”

“we’ll both die if you don’t stop yelling at me!”

finally, gloriously, you breached the edge of the forest and stepped into camp. the myrmeke wouldn’t follow you there.

you dropped to you knees, panting and staring into the forest. clarisse was standing in front of you, her spear ready, just in case.

you’d stepped into a quiet part of camp up behind the amphitheatre, so there was no one around to see you, and no one around to help you. you had a feeling that if the myrmeke didn’t kill you, clarisse wouldn’t hesitate.

once it was clear that they weren’t following, she rounded on you.

you were still on your knees, your legs too tired and shaky with adrenaline to stand, but she didn’t seem to care.

“what were you thinking, going in on your own?” she snapped.

“well i wasn’t expecting to get attacked by killer ants within the camp’s borders!” you protested.

“everyone knows they’re there.”

“i forgot, okay? i’m not perfect.”

“oh, i know.” she rolled her eyes.

“gods, would you just fuck off?” you finally stood up, face to face with her. “you’re horrible sometimes, you know that? i can’t believe i’ve defended you.”

“i don’t need your defending.”

“and i don’t need your help!”

“you would have died!” she yelled, emphasising every word.

“but i didn’t!” you shouted back.

she rolled her eyes and stepped closer, anger practically radiating off her. “yeah, thanks to me. you’d be dead if i hadn’t followed you in there—“

“why did you follow me?” you asked suddenly, voice harsh.

“what?”

“why did you follow me?” you asked again, slower. “i didn’t ask you to look after me, clarisse.”

there it was again. that slightly relaxation of her shoulders when you said her name. it drove you nuts. you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss her for hours or throw her to the myrmeke.

she tensed up again and turned to leave. “whatever. i’m done here.”

“i’m not!” you gripped her shoulder and pulled her back around. to your surprise, she didn’t pull a weapon on you. “why did you follow me, clarisse? was it the same reason that you were flirting with me yesterday? and why you’re so protective of me? and why you hate sam?”

“i wasn’t flirting with you,” she grumbled. “and i hate sam for… personal reasons. and i’m not protective of you! why would you even think that?”

“that’s all bullshit and you know it,” you sneered.

“gods, you aggravate me!” she exclaimed.

“you didn’t have to come help me,” you scoffed, stepping back. “i didn’t ask for your help.”

“and i didn’t want to help you!”

“then why did you? huh? you could handle not winning a fight? you wanted to finish the argument on your terms?” your eyebrows were raised and your face was cold. “or were you gonna beat me up but the giant killer ants got to me first?”

she looked like she was about to explode with anger. “because i love you!”

the air escaped from your lungs in one sharp moment, and it looked like hers did the same thing.

“what?” you asked, your voice softer.

it was silent. she looked like she was trying to find something to say, but couldn’t. her mouth opened and closed weakly, and she shook her head, lips pressed together. you wanted to kiss her.

so you did.

she tensed up as your hands came to her waist, pulling her body and lips against yours hard. then, finally, she relaxed. she dropped her spear at your feet and raised her hands to your hair, threading her fingers through the strands. she was a softer kisser than you’d expected, but it was definitely her. it was all her. the tug on your hair, the underlying, undeniable harshness of the kiss, the spear that rested against your foot. it was perfectly clarisse. you could have kissed her until the sun went down and the ants came and carried you both to their anthill, and if you stayed kissing her like this, you wouldn’t even mind.

when, finally, you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily. all of the tension from the fight hid dissipated, leaving only a warm sparkling in the air, like a mirage around her face in the sunlight. maybe that was a sign? or a vision? whatever it was, it was heaven-sent.

she was smiling. she looked softer like this. gods, you loved it. it felt like fate, and you knew a lot about fate. fate was fickle. fate was cruel. fate brought you the arguments, the myrmeke, the terror. but fate also brought you this. this girl who was glowing in the sun like she was made of pure rays of light. the girl with a spear that she laid down at your feet and would save you barehanded if you asked. the girl who had sunk into your arms like she was made to be there.

“do you think i can get that new dagger now?” you asked cheekily, playing with the hem of her camp shirt. “i mean, i have girlfriend privileges now, right, babe?”

clarisse rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “shut up, devil.”

“ooh, devil. that’s new,” you teased. “i like it. it’s apt.”

“it sure is.” she looked down. “i’m… sorry, by the way.”

“me too,” you nodded. “i didn’t really mean any of that, you know?”

“‘cause you like me,” she said in a teasing voice.

“yeah, ‘cause i like you, or whatever.” you kissed her again, smiling against her lips. “and i know you like me too, because you so did nearly kiss me in that tree yesterday.”

she shrugged. “maybe. maybe not. guess we’ll never know.”

you found out at the next capture the flag game. and the next. and the next. she would go out of her way to find you, defeat you, then kiss you before running off to win the games. and honestly, you didn’t really mind.

fate was a fickle thing, but with clarisse by your side, no one could touch you. sam left you alone, people started treating you better, and you had everything you could ask for. her.

and whenever you two argued, you’d go into the woods together and kill some ants. after all, what says ‘couple’s bonding’ quite like murder?

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo x reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #dior goodjohn

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jenniferchaulam · 2 months

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MLP G4 LU Chain HCs!!!!

/inspired by @kenvamp 's (check the art out here)and @cheatsylu 's (check over here)

I had.. cutie mark head canons for Pony LU chain and I need to talk about them (these are my own HCs and you guys don't have to agree btw!!!!!!!) So, how and when each pony gets their Cutie Marks: Warriors: same time as his scarf. He was given the scarf and then the cutie mark appeared. He got it a bit later than his peers, but it's a very cool cutie mark. Fitting for a captain.

Time: can i be spicy? i want to be spicy, he got his cutie mark when he was 20. Not when he did OoT, not when he did MM. 7 year nap and woke up hoping for a cutie mark only to see a blank flank. and during MM, Everyone comments on it! like he never gets the mark of adulthood ever! okay not "ever" i want him to get it when he's 20 or sth and his cutie mark sucks,. and even twilight doesnt know what it looks like like he got it during a battle

a battle when he was TWENTY and it looks like the FD

and like, yall know Trouble Shoes who HATES his CM, yea Time loathesssss his

first he wishes he has one and now he wishes he didnt - only person who knows what his CM looks like is his Wife btw

Wind: OHO OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE SPECTRUM- Bro probably helped his sister and taught her how to swim or sth and get his CM at age 4 like by the time he does WW his cutie mark has been there for a While. He is a Big Boy. He deserves it

Four: Would it be funny if he has four different cutie marks and when he's merged they're like, blended together - and his cutie mark gains another shape each time he upgrades the four sword - but like, instead of the four elements for the four sword,.his cutie mark is the forge and it just becomes more detailed and has different colors - like a red fire, blue hammer, green anvil, purple tweezers

Twilight: Yall know Yaks and Cows exist in MLP as like... high sentient beings that also go to school and talk and stuff. What if Ordon Goats. like Twilight's Entire Village. Twilight stuck out like a sore thumb. And he's Very very disappointed that his cm isnt a goat. he got his cm at age 14 when he was helping everyone on the farm, and it's some generic rancher stuff like a hay bale or sth.

Hyrule: is the triforce. id like to imagine that full triforce wielders gets a triforce as a cutie mark. He has a bunch of magic of his sleeves, and if you know anything about MLP G4 naming conventions, magic-adjacent ponies are named after light-emitting things. So, Triforce emits a BUNCHA LIGHT

Legend: Oh my god I imagine he hides his cutie mark because its something very soft (bnuuy) and people wont take him seriously - he got it when he was very very young, before his adventures. But the rabbit cutie mark depicts a rabbit that's shaking an apple tree. (proof of courage. or sth. that's what im aiming for as a symbol of bravery, but I am no writer)

Sky: Got his CM at the same time as Sun!!!!! They have matching cutie marks. His is a sword and a Crimson Loftwing's feather, while hers is a pair of wings, one white (like the goddess, but she didn't know that before the adventure) and one blue like her loftwing.

Wild: He DID have a CM before the clammy, but one of the side effects of the Shrine of Ressurection is that it also erases that pony's cutie mark. he woke up with a blank flank. and my guy fought the clammy and found his own new cm that fits him. honourable mentions: Spirits! He got it when he got on a train for the first time, it. was. magical

the train

the train was magical. i hc that he didnt thought much of his CM

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #pony lu chain #lu warriors #lu time #lu wind #lu four #lu twilight #lu legend #lu sky #lu spirit #lu wild #lu hyrule #/not friendship is magic #/but courage-wisdom-power is magic #/lmaoooo

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nabwastaken · 3 months

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Behold! The Joey Richter family tree!

it's still sorta a WIP currently because I'm trying to watch more Starcanwrecked stuff to see if I can potentially fit more.

And now.. some.. headcanons and backstory about the family!

McDoon, being the bandit king ( ✌️) had a LOT of bastard children on his travels with Cletus. He slept around and never really stuck around. Before the events of TTO he knocked up a Cratchit, who got pregnant and moved out of the country in shame. There, the Cratchit family was made and when Owen moved back to the US the family was moved there.

Robert Cratchit is short for Bob btw

I imagine Bob, out of desperation, in this timeline would resort to.. extreme measures trying to save Tim. And by extreme I mean summoning an eldritch god.

Suffice to say, it did not end well and now Tinky has a new family hyperfixation.

Owen found out about Tinky through spy shit, on a mission to a little town in Michigan. Tinky saw this British bastard and was like 'descendant of the Cratchits? GIMME' and started tormenting Owen. One of the ways he did this, was taking the form of Owen's boyfriend.

The reason Dan's last name is different from the rest of the Spankoffskis is that he changed it. 'Dan Spankoffski' does not have as nice of a ring to it and he's a public figure. Despite that, he's still relatively active in the family.

Dan is not short for anything. Not Jordan, not Daniel, no. Its just Dan. And he is Danough

Dan and Ted both looked extremely similar growing up and were constantly confused for each other. It didn't help when both of them happened to start growing a mustache at the same time.

OT and Pete have a pact not to ever do anything similar in terms of appearance. Pete grows his hair out? OT will always cut it. OT starts growing a mustache? Pete starts shaving. They really don't wanna end up like their brothers.

OT is older then Pete, being around Lex and Ethan's age.

SPEAKING OF ETHAN he unironically calls Pete, Dan, and Ted uncle. The only one he doesn't is OT, who he constantly bullies and targets for no reason.

Dan and Ted were surprisingly close in their childhoods, and had this sort of understandimg that the other was the only one who got how they felt.

As they grew apart however, Ted secretly started growing jealous of Dan. How come HE had this perfect life and great job and great 'girlfriend' but all Ted had was this shitty ass tech job and being the sidehoe to his coworker?

Dan has never noticed this jealousy and still remains nice as hell to Ted.

Dan and Ted both teamed up on bullying their younger siblings.

Dan and OT are surprisingly close. OT comes back from college (He goes to U of M) once a month or so and comes back to hang out with his big bro.

One of the reasons Dan took up the volunteer counseler job was to keep a closer eye on Pete and make sure he doesn't get bullied. So far, it has not worked out at all.

Pretty much no one knows Dan is part of the Spankoffski family, so Pete has to hear Ruth talk about how hot the news anchor is and Ethan has to listen to Lex rant about her mom's stupid obsession.

Dan and Ted are LITERAL bastards somehow being both teenage pregnancies and their parents had Pete and OT when they were more ready. Once again, blame Tinky.

SPEAKING OF TINKY he loves tormenting this family but can't keep track of them whatsoever. Sometimes he'll follow one of them home only to realise that it was the wrong one.

Sometimes he appears at family reunions and people just assume he's someone's kid.

One time Donna was literally walking down the street and did a double take seeing Ted just casually flirting with the Greenpeace Girl. 5 minutes later she saw Dan while doing the show and was so confused.

The family is stereotyped as this slutty family of hopeless romantics by the town, which is secretly another one of the reasons Dan changed his last name.

How true is this stereotype? Well, you got both Dan and Ted being teenage pregnancies. Both of them being born on Valentines Day. Ted notoriously sleeping with half the town. Dan being on the same show with a woman who he constantly makes googly eyes at and is possibly in love with (the entire damn town ships them together) Pete somehow surviving being horny at the damn ABSTINENCE CAMP of all places. Ethan literally doing anything for Lex. Suffice to say the entire town has their eyes on OT and what shenanigans he'll get up to.

Which is why I think it would be very funny if it turned out that OT was aroace and will never experience those feelings.

Whenever they get together they like teasing each other about their love lives.

Dan eventually becomes the central target in their teasing, with them BEGGING to know what's up with him and Donna.

The family used to get together every week to watch their favourite tv show, Doctor Who. Yes, I am aware of the irony of the Spankoffskis liking Doctor Who.

They feel an odd sense of... companionship with the homeless guy from downtown. They don't know why, they just DO.

And last but not least.... Every single one of them eventually gets stuck in the Bastard's box. Doesn't matter how or when, Tinky will get them.

And that's about it! What do you guys think?

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friendship-ditch · 3 months

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Wild girl - Pt. 1 (Ended)

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: While out in the woods, you see a girl, and then you see her again, and again. She’s not the friendliest of the bunch but you can’t help your fascination with her

Warnings: None! This is an interactive story—the poll at the bottom will be open for a week and will choose the direction of the next part! <3

(If the name says ongoing, voting is still happening btw)

Word Count: 1856

Spring in the Seam often came and went in the blink of an eye, over the span of multiple months. Some days it would be warm enough to take a dip in the small creek in the woods, and others it would be snowing.

Most people took advantage of the warmth and hid away in the cold, and you were no different.

Today was one of the warmer ones.

You had a small to-do list, mostly of errands and a reminder to grab dinner at the Hob. You dressed quickly in light clothing, grabbed your basket, and then headed to the outline of the woods.

Money was hard to come by living as a teenager on your own but you found a few ways to make a quick buck; selling herbs to the town's few medics, harvesting fruit when it was warm enough, and babysitting… but after your last experience, you weren’t sure you planned on doing that again.

The trees rustled with a fresh breeze and the birds sang their morning song. You approached the fence boarding you off from the woods, looked around to make sure nobody was watching–though it was no secret–and then climbed through the broken electric wires.

Around the edge of the forest, the mushy ground was bustling with plants full of green leaves and healing roots. You picked them eagerly, piling them into your basket until the woven edges were overflowing.

Normally you wouldn’t be so greedy but the clouds foretold of a heavy snowstorm coming soon and you didn’t want to waste anything that would die beneath the sheet of white.

As you picked as much as you could, you thought you heard a noise from within the woods. You stiffened and held your breath. The consequences for being caught in the woods by an ill-meaning Peacekeeper were not something you’d ever want to experience.

Finally, in the distance, you saw a shape. Your first thought was a deer but they never came to this part of the woods. Maybe a pheasant?

Curiosity getting the best of you, you quietly followed the noise.

You came to a small clearing where your eyes fell upon the most unexpected thing.

She was tall. Her dark hair was in a quickly thrown together braid. In her hands was a homemade bow, the string hitched to an arrow.

You couldn’t see her face but slowly lowered down behind some brush to watch.

With ease, she let the arrow fly into the head of a small rabbit and killed it on impact. You watched silently, half appalled and half amazed.

The girl removed her arrow from her prey. She wrapped it up in some cloth and then stood.

At the same time, you stood too.

She must’ve heard you because her head whirled towards you. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were a soft gray, almost blue. Her face was gentle, even with the splatter of mud on her cheek. She was a girl of wild beauty. She stood and stared at you for only a second, then turned and scampered away into the woods.

“Wait!” You called softly but your voice got stuck in your throat and the only thing that came out was a squeak. You’d seen her before but couldn’t remember her name.

What did it matter? This girl was gone.

After recovering from your surprise encounter, collecting herbs and roots, you checked your secret little orchard for bearings of fruits but returned empty handed. It was probably too early but worth checking anyway.

The Hob was your next stop.

The market seemed even more crowded than usual. Everyone was hoping to buy some smuggled seeds while they were cheap, or get a quick and easy dinner of whatever kind of illegal meat one of the hunters brought in from the woods. It was loud and overwhelming.

You stuck to the outside of the place, eyes narrowed and flicking from person to person, stand to stand.

When you eventually made your way to your usual medic stand, you set down most of your herbs on the table. “These are fresh, no rot.” You said. Usually you were the first there and got a few extra coins but today you had to wait in line, the worth would’ve gone down.

The young man working the table studied your plants for a moment and then nodded. He never spoke to you although you saw him quite often. To you, he was ‘herb guy,’ and to him… who knows what you were.

He gave you a hefty bunch of coins with a small smile that you returned with ease. You had a feeling you were one of his favorites.

As you were turning to leave, somebody ran right into your shoulder. You nearly tumbled over from the force and let out a grunt.

“Hey!” You exclaimed once you studied yourself. You brushed your shirt off, looking around for who caused the collision.

She grunted softly and jumped back in surprise. Her eyebrows were firm and straight and so were her lips, eyes wide, then they darkened as if a look of recognition came over them.

It was the same girl from before.

You stood, staring at her speechless. You were making a fool of yourself and you knew it.

She seemed to notice it too and huffed. “Watch where you’re going.” She muttered, as if blaming you for the collision. Then she stalked off into the crowd, the rabbit now being replaced with a loaf of bread.

You remembered her name the second she vanished.

Katniss Everdeen.

The two of you had never… formally met, but you knew of her as… hopefully she did you? You had most of your classes together growing up and once dreamed of being her friend but she shut down the opportunities before they even presented themselves.

You hardly saw her around as often once her father died, assuming she focused more on her family than anything else.

Speaking of her family… you were supposed to meet her younger sister Primrose to trade some herbs for some cheese! She left earlier than the others did in the Hob so you’d have to hurry if you wanted to catch her.

You looked for the last time at where Katniss had been standing though the spot was now empty. You felt a little angry that she’d nearly mauled you over and you almost wanted to find her just to scold her but you knew it was best to let it go. You turned and made a dash for the other side of the hob.

Prim’s stand was empty when you got to it. She must’ve left by now, a few crumbs of cheese still on the table.

You left the Hob and decided since the Everdeen’s lived quite close to you, you could just… go over?

When you knocked on the door, you were half expecting to receive no response, but the door cracked open, then opened the rest of the way.

Primrose looked up at you with a surprised smile.

“Y/n?” She tilted her head with childlike confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you at the Hob, and I figured you and your mother would want to have these.” You pulled the remaining bundles of herbs out of your basket and held them out to her.

Prim’s eyes lit up with shocked joy. She took the herbs gingerly and grinned at you. “Thank you! I have your cheese still, just wait right here.” Then she darted off into the house.

You stood on the small, old porch and looked around. The wood was creaky and rotting in a few places. There was a small chair on the porch and–

Clank.

You spun around on your heels, startled by the sound. You slowly lifted your gaze from some dirty boots, up a body, and then to a face; Katniss’s face. And she did not look pleased.

“Are you following me?” Her voice was calm but cold, just as her eyes. She was holding the loaf of bread tucked under her arm and had also picked up some fruit.

You hesitated. This did look… suspicious.

“Actually, I think you’re following me.” You responded, trying to one up her. You were still a little pissed at how she bowled you over earlier.

Her nostrils flared and she stepped up onto the porch. Now beside you, you could tell she was definitely a few inches taller, not to mention stronger. You took a hesitant step back as her eyebrows furrowed into a glare.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

Just then, your savior, Primrose, returned with some cheese wrapped in a dainty cloth. She smiled up at you and handed you the cheese in exchange for your herbs.

Katniss eyed the exchange with suspicion, though she said nothing.

“Thank you, Prim.” You thanked the young girl and placed the cheese into your basket. She returned your thanks and then you left, eager to get out of Katniss’s piercing view that followed you until there was a house between the two of you.

Your home was quiet yet cozy when you returned, the last remnants of frost melting off your windows and a stack of wood sat by the fireplace. You dropped off your purchases on the counter and tried to focus on dinner, but something–no, someone else was on your mind.

In fact, she was on your mind so long that you dreamt about her, not that you’d ever admit it. This girl was… prickly, reserved, and clearly wanted nothing to do with you, but you couldn’t shake those cold gray eyes and the idea that maybe you could help warm them up. She was fascinating and you wanted to know more.

The next day, when you returned to the woods to squeeze out the last bit of money you could get from selling herbs, you weren’t sure if you were lucky or had the worst luck in the world as she was there once again.

Katniss stood further in the woods on the trail of a deer. Her hair was in a braid again and she’d traded out her leather jacket for a lighter, worn wool one.

She stalked the deer without knowing of your presence. She stood still for only a second, and then began to follow her unaware prey away from you.

You stood still, watching her. Your mind told you to ignore her, to finish what you came out here to do and maybe get an early bonus for selling herbs so early. Plus, if you were lucky, you could run into her at the Hob and maybe strike a conversation there…

…but your heart was practically climbing out of your chest to follow her itself. Maybe she’d be more willing to talk to you in the woods, maybe you could even help her hunt. Maybe you were wandering off into dreamland a little too far but there was nothing wrong with a little bit of hope.

You looked up again and Katniss was already beginning to follow the deer. You’d have to decide fast…

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

#guys I’m so excited for this you wouldn’t believe it #make sure to vote! yall control this story #the hunger games #catching fire #the mockingjay #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x you #x reader #interactive story

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littleheartbigbrain · 9 months

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Mystic Messenger characters and where you would find them at school and general headcannons

Yoosung, Zen, Saeyoung, Jumin, Rika, Saeran

Yoosung: I think you'd notice him in history class, he would be so flabbergasted by the events that the teacher is talking about. Would and will raise his hand just to say that it's horrible. No shit Sherlock. Would hang out with Saeran and scold Saeyoung for startling him, and pair up with Saeran during P.E. I think he would be in the exact middle between being popular and going unnoticed. Like, people notice him when he's with his popular friends but I don't think they will notice him for HIM. Would get a couple of girls having a crush on him but no fangirls

Zen: In the school cafeteria. He would be SURROUNDED. Like you couldn't even see him with all the girls and boys around him. Would start a food fight and everyone else but him would get into trouble. He's that kid that every female teacher loves so much that it starts to feel illegal. He seems like those people who never eat school lunches despite being in the cafeteria, but I think everyone would let him be because you do not wanna get beef with his fangirls.

707/Saeyoung: IN MATH CLASS. I CANNOT SAY IT ENOUGH IN MATH CLASS. He would correct the teacher so much that the teacher hates him for it. But nobody can deny that he's a genius. Would crack a few jokes during class which would make the teacher hate him even more but I don't think he cares. Would give Zen the idea to start a food fight and then run away so that he doesn't get in trouble. He would be very very popular because of being a class clown and Zen's friend, on top of being charismatic and handsome.

Jumin: In foreign literature class. He's one of those ib student, and probably gets the best grades. Wouldn't eat in the cafeteria bc bro's too good for that, no but I feel like he would be this kid with a hundred intolerance and allergy. Very serious to the point where it's annoying. Always gets picked in group projects tho because he will get the best grade and everybody knows that. His father probably donates a LOT to the school. He's pretty popular amongst the girls because he's quite handsome and stupidly rich, so he's got a good amount of fangirls around the school. The boys make fun of him for being stuck-up tho.

Rika: You'd probably find her in the library helping the librarian or doing extra work in the classroom. She's the perfect pretty girl. If a cat infiltrates the school, will pet it and defend it from those weird ass people that wanna hit it. Would get the best grades and I feel like she would take latin as an option (worst choice of life btw). She would be fairly popular amongst the student body because of her very very popular friends. Will get a burnout in the middle of the year and maybe quit school for a bit.

Saeran: Behind a tree reading. I think he would be an ib student too and for that reason would have a lot of books to read. And since he doesn't wanna hang out with Saeyoung to avoid getting in trouble, he would read those books at school. Will still be targeted by Saeyoung for pranks tho, but nothing mean just annoying enough to make Saeran go away with a big loud huff. He wouldn't eat in the cafeteria but he would still get his plate and then go to his tree again. Basically if you wanna find him he'll be next to his tree lmao. He's a hot topic at school because he's very calm and shy on top of being very pretty, so people think he's mysterious yk yk. Probably has a group of fangirls he's unaware of.

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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i'm here for you. 🦇 º.

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pairing: ash williams x female reader.

summary: when ash notices how broken you are, he lets you know he is there for you. one way or the other.

warnings: ash himself is a warning, horny stuff being said (guess by who...), descriptions of gore, mentions of reader's friends deaths

author's note: i love writing angst i love it sm it fuels my SOUL btw i repeat what's on the tags, idgaf if ash wouldn't do this he's my lil meow meow and he would purr on my lap THE END!

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“ you just don't know when to quit, do you? ” you angrily ask as ash looks at you with raised eyebrows, so confident and so... dumb.

but at the sound of your answer to his really stupid question, he frowns. “ what did i do wrong now? ” he raises his good hand, looking at you like you're the one who asked him 'should we make out right now' while standing on a pile of intestines, dismembered bodies and covered in blood from head to toe.

“ you are one dumb motherfucker. ” while muttering you walk past him, the axe that you hold in both hands seems such a good weapon to use against deadites just one minute ago... now you wonder if it's a good weapon against ash's lack of brains.

“ i like women who can fight, y'know? ”

“ FUCK OFF! ”

you met ash when you and your friends found hilarious to be in a cabin that was the place of various horror stories. you were the scared pup of them, constantly saying you wanted to leave or just keeping the pace with the oldest of the group. you wanted to go because it was very cold and dark; now you want to go because you know that those horror stories are real as fuck.

you saw your friends dying by trying to save themselves, in a desperate way of silencing the voices in their head that claimed to be demons from hell, they shot themselves or they just straight up stabbed themselves repetitively on the heart.

you had to watch every single one of them die, how their eyes missed the life in them, how they smiled while saying they were finally free. the one that hurted the most was your greatest friend, they were saying in hurried whispers that you had to get out, that you had to live and that you had to leave them behind. as the sentimental fool you were, you didn't, you stayed, as an act of grief, by their side.

even dead, they couldn't escape those things.

you had to fight three of them that turned into deadites, burying one and chopping the other two outside with an axe you found not far away from the cabin.

covered in blood, a few minutes later, you turned as a yellowish car parked itself behind you. and when the car door opened, ash williams got out. looking at your bloody and shaking form, he just gave you a sad smile.

“ so you saw those fuckers, huh? ”

that was five years ago.

now you were stuck with him, whether you like it or not because let's be real. you can't go back to society like nothing, even if a century passes, you can't. you'd miss your friends much more and you'd have to confess everything to the police, the guilt of killing them (even if they were possessed) was something that still haunts you.

“ come on, baby, you know i'm joking. ” ash follows you with a trot, walking once he is at your side.

“ i didn't laugh. ” you deadpan.

ash just rolls his eyes. “ well, you never do! ”

you just scoff, trying to walk faster ignoring your torn jeans and dirty blouse.

he stops walking as you both reach the cabin, standing in front of a big tree.

“ where is that cute girl that followed me like a puppy, huh-. ”

he doesn't get to finish the sentence as his eyes widen and ducks down just in time as your axe is thrown at him, landing right where his head was.

you just look at him.

“ she is dead. ” you sneer, walking up at him as he gets up but he just steps back, raising his hands in surrender.

“ everything dies here. ”

ash gulps and nods, you take the axe off the tree and continue walking to the cabin, trying to open the door with one hand.

you told ash you'd stay in the cabin because for some reason, deadites can't get to you; it's almost like you have something that keeps them away from you so they don't bother.

you get to have a quiet living in the cabin, (unless ash is around, they would bang on the window or try to open the door) so you don't complain much.

“ hey. ”

ash calls to you with an uncharacteristic soft voice. you turn, the axe on your right hand.

he shrugs. “ i know. ”

you just stand there as he turns away, getting to leave.

he didn't have to say anything else. you got it.

he also saw his friends, his girlfriend and his sister turn into deadites and having to kill every one of them must felt worse. you sigh, feeling like an asshole.

“ ash? ”

he turns, looking at you as you sigh and turn to his car, pointing at it with your axe. “ can i ride with you? ”

he doesn't have to be asked twice.

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as the both of you drive away from the cabin, with your clothes still dirty and bloody, you look through ash's cassettes.

“ i didn't knew you were a beatles kind of pal. ” you ask with a mocking tone, raising the artist's cassette with a smile.

ash grunts. “ that's not mine. ”

“ then why is it on your car, dude, you're the only one who drives this piece of shit. ” you say as you put the cassette on the car radio.

“ whoa, whoa, now. this baby just went through a lot, okay? imma have it fix and then you'll choke on your tongue. ”

you roll your eyes with the ghost of a smile, 'Yesterday' echoes in the car, looking through the window as you passed some road signs.

suddenly, ash clears his throat. “ hey, uh, i don't wanna seem like a snob or something like that but- y'know we've met for years now and... ”

he trails off and that makes you turn towards him, his cheeks are pink, his fingers are drumming on the car wheel.

you raise your eyebrow.

he continues as he glances at your expression. “ it's just that, well. ” he scratches his neck for a second. “ you haven't tell me what happened to your friends. ”

you immediately turn away from him, facing the window again.

“ a-and i don't want to invade your personal space, i mean it! ” he panics, glancing a few times towards you. “ it's just that, what you said- the way you said that back there really hit and-. ”

“ they tried to kill themselves. ”

your sentence makes ash' nervous rant to stop, just the soft fade of the song stops the car ride to go silent.

“ only one succeeded. and that was because he wasn't even bit or scratched or, whatever the fuck they do to possess people. ” you shrug. “ the rest of them ended up being deadites... so, i buried one of them; the most light for me to carry outside. the others followed me and i killed them with the axe. ”

your throat felt like someone was choking it, as if you were wearing a collar of thorns, tears burning your eyes.

“ one of them told me to leave them behind. i didn't know at the time that even if i did, i couldn't have gone away that easily. but. still, i didn't. ”

a sniff was heard and ash sighed, trying not to feel guilty at bringing up such a sad topic.

“ i didn't want to. ” you whispered as you let your tears to fall, wiping your nose with your shoulder; how coward you felt every time you remember the broken expression on your friend's face when you denied to leave them. to live without them.

“ sorry. i didn't meant to-. ” ash starts an apology but you cut him off.

“ nah. ” you shake your head as you look at him, he looks at you with such a saddened expression that it almost made you sob. “ i'll be fine... eventually. ”

ash shakes his head, he stops the car and the song that accompanied the both of you stopped too.

“ look. ” he drapes an arm around his car seat, turning to look at you. “ we will never be fine. ”

you frown, confused.

“ and that's cool! i mean. ” he laughs with no fun behind it. “ the shit we saw? the crap we lived? ” he shakes his head, looking down at his lap. “ it would drive anyone nuts. ”

you chuckle, nodding your head, looking at him with a fondness that you missed having.

“ i know. ” you nod, sniffing again as you clean your tears with your dirty hand. “ it's just... i felt alone in that brief moment. ”

ash looks at you, paying attention at your rant, knowing this was uncommon of you.

you always tried to hide your emotions from him.

“ and then, you arrived? ” you shake your head, hiding your mouth behind your hand. “ and i saw someone. i didn't want you to leave. ” you confess.

ash smiles fondly at the memory, even though he considered it to be sad he got to appreciate it. after all, it was the day he found you.

“ and when you told me your own experience, i felt so dumb of feeling bad when you had it worse. ” you don't notice ash shaking his head, denying it, so you continue. “ so i wanted to stay with you so you could teach me how to, just, get over it. ”

you feel tears again.

“ but it never happened. ” you sob hard at the end, covering your face with your hands as ash brings you into a hug. an awkward hug considering where your are and how you are seated (also because ash doesn't know how to give hugs that are comforting) but it made you feel safe nonetheless.

ash' breath on your hair and his hands caressing your back makes your tears fall freely.

after a few minutes of the both of you being like that, you break the hug and look at him with slight red eyes.

“ thank you. ”

ash breathes as he nods and smile. “ i can't have my companion lose her mind too, y'know. ” he turns and goes to his car keys to turn on the car but the sound of your laugh makes him stop. he slightly turns his head to find you laughing, with a glint in your eyes.

“ you are so dumb. ” you sigh out, giggling at the end.

ash doesn't process what he does after.

but he grabs your face with his hands and smashes his mouth on you on a hard kiss, a passionate one that lacks lust (at the moment) but is full of love and endearment.

you, surprisingly to him, return the kiss with your hands on his shoulders.

when the kiss ends, as the both of you need air, you look at each other with raggedy breathing.

he smiles. “ i've been wanting to do that since the week i met you. ”

you teasingly scoff. “ well, you fall hard, don't you, lover boy? ”

“ shut up. ” he says before giving you a small kiss, you chuckle and he does too.

after a few seconds of comfortable silence, he kisses your forehead and says: “ i'm here for you. ”

you close your eyes, enjoying the first act of comfort someone has gave you for a long time and you smile at the knowledge of that person being ash.

“ yeah. ” you open your eyes as he returns to his seat, wearing a dumb smile all the time.

he turns the car on again, the song resuming from where it left.

“ it still doesn't make sense you're a beatles fan though-. ”

“ drop it. ”

#ash williams x reader #evil dead x reader #ash is my lil babygirl and he does what i say he does #i know him better than bruce and sam #/j #ash wouldn't do this- IDGAF

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moon-swag-tourney · 10 months

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Propaganda below!

Luther Hargreeves

He is a weird huge monkey man with daddy issues. What’s not to love

Spaceboy!

Della Duck

just look at her shes badass she amputated her own leg and made a prosthetic out of spare rocket parts shes not perfect but shes trying her goddamn best to be a good mother okay she is The character ever

greatest character of all time!

dear tournament runner i am so so sorry for the essay i'm about to write but i am not normal about my girl della

della duck is donald duck's twin sister and huey dewey and louie's mother

the whole history behind her is so interesting bc she unintentionally became the greatest mystery of the disney duck comic verse

one of disney's many weird rules is that their main 6 characters are not allowed to have children or parents. this rule is kinda wobbly in the sense that on one hand, it does get broken (goofy has a son in some canons & donalds mother is shown in some comics (though only in scrooge's flashbacks, she's never allowed to interact with donald)), on the other hand, it also tends to sometimes get applied to characters who are not part of the main 6 but still main characters. this rule meant, that when they wanted their main characters to interact with kids, they invented nieces and nephews. which had the added bonus that when they wanted to stories without them, they didn't have to explain the kids' absence (like for example mickey's nephews, which barely ever appear and, fun fact, were actually invented before huey dewey and louie). so, in one newspaper comic strip, huey dewey and louie were introduced and with them, della was mentioned for the first time, in a letter asking donald to take care care of the boys while their father is in a hospital from a prank they pulled. (said father was never mentioned again btw.)

after that, della didn't appear again for a while, and several shorts and comics revealed that donald has legally adopted the kids. different comics implied that donald has been taking care of the triplets their entire life, instead of just since recently like in their first appearance.

later comics actually showed della for the first time - however, only in flashbacks to donald's childhood. these comics also made her donald's twin. the only piece of media that showed her as an adult was her portrait in the duck family tree.

that is, until 2014 the first comic showing adult della and her fate was released - a dutch comic that was only reprinted in brazil, germany and the netherlands, and even in those countries, anything containing this story is pretty hard to get. it was never officially translated to english (thank god for fantranslations, tho). this comic showed della as a pilot, who tested a rocket and got lost in space when huey dewey and louie were babies. this is where her association with space and a lot of her ducktales 2017 characterisation originates from.

so, let's get into her biggest ever appearence - the ducktales reboot!

from the very beginning of this show, she's set up as the big overarching mystery - a little bit like the author from gravity falls. the pilot ends with dewey discovering a painting of her. it's a very shocking moment and for most viewers the first time they've ever seen della.

so like in the comic, she's a pilot, and she's been going on adventures with donald and scrooge for years. scrooge builds a rocket for her as a surprise gift for when her children hatch but she finds out about it and decides to take it for a test ride, during which she crashes it on the moon. so, she's stuck there, but nothing can stop della duck! she spends the entire 10 years fixing the rocket until she finally manages to get back to earth to her kids.

della is funny, strong, determined and just one of the best characters in the entire show. and she tries so hard to be a good mom to her kids after being absent for a decade even though she struggles so much to adjust back to life on earth.

i just love della so so much

#luther hargreeves #the umbrella academy #della duck #ducktales 2017 #ducktales spoilers

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tennessoui · 1 year

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omg miss kit just thought of an idea (you totally don’t have to indulge this really there’s a lot of rescuing au’s, especially ur firefighter anakin au bless) but ski trip gone bad au? anakin and padme are (together or not i know u don’t care for cheating besides the cheating au) but they go to a ski resort. and maybe it’s diplomatic stuff pads has to take care of so she brings anakin w her to the ski resort it’s hosted at. he gets to go snowboarding or skiing gets to have fun etc. we’ll after going down a huge hill he stops cuz why is there a snowboard 3/4 buried in the snow? gets closer and omg! someone’s stuck under there (tree wells are scary i just saw so many videos of them 😅) how long has it been he needs to help them. he starts to dig and dig “Are you okay!? I got you just hang on “ and he digs and digs and there’s no response from the other skier/snowboarder but she doesn’t let up he is gonna get this guys out of here. and digs and digs. and finally finds the face, this guy was stuck so far into the snow he couldn’t breathe. almost blacking out. and anakin can’t see his face from the gear and googles but know he’s gotta be freezing. is able to haul him up. and the out of the hole and the guy asks if he can help him take off the head gear to help him breathe and yah.

anakin sees the most beautiful man he’s ever seen . idk how to write the whole “their eyes meet for the first time and are immediately star struck” moment but i hope this is ok 😅 happy friday btw

ahhhh i love it

it's a good samaritan au where obi-wan has to buy this guy a drink for saving his life, but anakin insists that he shouldn't and it's ok really honestly it was nice to meet you and save your life but i only have like 3 hours on the slopes and you're making me very flustered with your everything

but later that night he's at the bar with padme as a show of support in the face of drinks with coworkers or whatever and the bartender gives him a drink he definitely didn't order and there's a note on a napkin that's like "snow big deal" or "ski you around" or something and he looks around and obi-wan waves and like. one time meeting him is fine, he can leave and be ok, but twice?? anakin is just a man and obi-wan wears the fuck out of a cozy turtleneck

#asks #also there's always room for another rescuing au #also i love that you remembered my preferences thts literally so sweet #obikin

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ageless-aislynn · 5 months

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Back in the day, (around 2006 or so, I'd wager) I decided to try making a Bag End-inspired diorama display thing for my Lord of the Rings (and friends) figures out of plastic canvas and yarn. (No pattern, I was just winging it.) Here are some pics of how it turned out. 😉

The front with the famous round, green door. I also gave them some lattice-work windows and a couple of plant pots with greenery, just 'cause. 😉

Closer up on the door and one of the plants.

This is the wall that was beyond the window and plants, on the left side as looking in that orientation. I couldn't really do a hill without it looking weird so went with a tree motif on both sides.

The wall on the right of the door, this one with a "rope" swing, just for funsies!

Interior on the door.

Everybody needs a free standing closet to store your stuff in, right?

Yes, that's an Ian McKellen Magneto wearing Gandalf's hat and politely levitating his sword into the closet.😜

Behind the door standing open a bit is a coat closet.

I wanted a sort of marble inspired pattern. Plus, I really liked this variegated yarn so...

Everybody needs a table with a vase of roses on it! And yeah, that's a Nazgul wearing a tea ball strainer on his head. It was from a joke at the time. Also, we see our Hobbit guests putting their cloaks away in the closet.

Interior behind the big window. I thought of this as a combo kitchen/dining room area with a decorative rug.

Eomer CANNOT BELIEVE that we don't have his favorite brand of coffee! Storm thinks we should have a dance party. Boromir is heading over to lean on the fireplace mantel. 😉

Clearly Gandalf is HERE for a dance party! Oh and I do believe there might be a Boromir/Eowyn "leaning on the mantel" love connection going on back there? 👀👀👀😂

It's a little known fact that Darth Vader LOVES a nice tree swing! He even brought a droid friend, d'aww. That's my Xena poster on the wall in the background, btw. One of my most favorite Xena pics ever!

I also made Shadowfax, Gandalf's horse!

He can stand on his own. And yes, I made that fishbowl, including the Very Famous Fish Rear End on the side panel, lol! Nothing but UTTER ACCURACY around here, thank you very much. 😜

The chair was made from a kit. The cushion comes off and you can store things in the bottom box part. The mug of hot chocolate has marshmallows on top and also the rim raises up so you can store small things in it.

The flower vase was also from a kit. I famously got my hand stuck in it while doing the bottom stitch to finish attaching it to the base. I thought I might have to unstitch it a bit to get free but thankfully didn't have to. Absolutely no one who saw me with a plastic canvas vase stuck on my hand laughed. 😑🤣

(As well they should have. I laughed, too, once I got my hand out of there, lol!)

My mom loved lighthouses so I made her a day and night version. They're the same size but this was 2 separate pics edited together and the different angles made the night version look smaller.

Anyway, that's a few things I made back in the day. Nothing sophisticated but I just enjoyed playing around with it. The canvas got really hard to find for a while and then got very expensive once I located it again, so I stopped making things. 😢

Oh, almost forgot to add the pic that made me think to post these to begin with: Barbie with one of my ducks from my earthquake post.

I made a bunch of these little ducks for a project I never completed, then found them in a Ziploc bag the other day. Now there are little ducks all over the house, lol! 🦆💖

PS - I may have posted these pics before. I know I did on my Livejournal but couldn't find them on Tumblr. If this is the second time you're seeing them, though, apologies. Ais is old and the memory just ain't what she used to be. 😑😉

#lord of the rings #crafts #plastic canvas #plastic canvas crafts #bag end #ageless aislynn #ais used to be crafty

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squishysoftmonsters · 3 months

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[He's half transformed in the pic above]

[His hot teacher form above🥴]

Go on an adventure with your hot teacher!

Hot For Teacher

Only A Dream Class

Let's Get Lunch!

😏🌺

Beleth is a ageless forest dryad deity,who can heal himself,bring life to dead greenery or objects and restore things into the state they once were. He is yellowish green,with veins strewn about the muscular body. He has large antlers of bark where birds perch and sing in joy for him. He does get them tangled in other tree branches,because he's truly tall! When he gets stuck,raspy snarls and soft huffs escape his lips. Growls sounding like broken croaks..His breathing is ghastly in a way.

Several vines wrap his defined arms,where beautiful plants are blossomed. Pads of roots wrap the elbows and knees. His feet are covered by "slippers" created of bark,and genitals hidden in a pouch like slit mid belly. Beleth is said to be majestic in appearance. He always has a smile. His large curved ears are slightly bent. Bright green generic anime protagonist hair,exaggerated eyelashes and green eyes,with freckles about the face are his features.

[Think Byleth of Fire Emblem 3 Houses. Got that game as a gift btw!]

Interested in human ways and customs,he departed the Eden he grew,leaving it in the care of his forest family. He assumed the form of a likeable handsome late teens human male[20 btw]which can fit into today's society fairly easily.

His quest for knowledge began once he entered the earth realm. Beleth was comfortable,but faced the challenge of humanity's flaws. Sickness,pain and death by suppressing his deity given abilities,as these would give away his otherworldly status

Fast forward,Beleth married,adopting the last name Alexandersson. He scored a job as a calculus professor at a high esteemed college with his smooth words,highly purpose driven attitude and a very friendly personality.

He is known to have an attractive smell that drives people of any gender to fall madly in love with him. No one finds it off putting that birds,plants and other greenery seem to dance or sing in his presence. Beleth's wife however never questioned the swollen purple welts from his affections during passionate lovemaking but did say he is a very "unique" partner. She loves his excitement sounds..as they too are almost otherworldly but beautiful to hear.

Weak spots that drive him over the edge are his ears,neck,chest and man tiddies! He likes these to be scratched,bitten,sucked on and groped!

Beleth can see perfectly,but has an affinity for glasses..as he finds himself more pleasing to the human eye when he wears them. And he loves apples!

He really loves teaching...and speaking. A student admitted that she had lower technical difficulties during one of his lectures....and a male student accidentally jizzed himself from meeting Beleth.

#monster fucker #squishylovers #own character #terato #forest dryad #forest monster #character description #monster boy oc #monster boyfriend #monster husband

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kiasnocturnality · 2 years

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I'm so sorry but I was reading about Nasana and got to the part of enhanced senses and just thought of a stupid scene where Reader is stuck on a tree after running away from something and she sees Nasana go by and starts chanting "Don't move, don't move, don't move" in her mind, but Nasana knows there's someone there and starts climbing because that's his territory and he won't allow any intruders

It's just so funny to me imagining the poor reader panicking but not being able to do anything because one wrong move and they fall, so it's just like "Heeeeyyy there bud, please don't kill me" when Nasana reaches her lmao

Congrats on the blog btw!

characters: Nasana

notes: thank you! I've been wanting to broaden my writing beyond fandom since I've started reading oc x readers and now I've finally got it done! Also I wrote a little more than intended lol

Your heart dropped to the floor all the way below you from where you had been stuck in the tree. You had taken your little brother up to the cliffs where he wanted to fly a kite but the string had snapped and the toy flew off towards the rainforest below the cliffs. Your brother had never been denied a thing in his life, spoiled as he was by your parents, and so he had decided to make it your problem that he had lost his kite.

After an hour of his non-stop tantrum with seemingly no loss of energy on his behalf whatsoever, you realised that he would not let you rest and so you had spotted where the kite landed and sent him on the short walk home while you took the hike down the cliff to retrieve his toy.

Climbing up the tree to grab the kite had been much easier than climbing down, it would seem, when one of the branches that you had used on your ascent snapped under your foot and you had to clamber back upwards to stop yourself from falling. You could only hope that your parents would come home and then come looking for you when your brother would no doubt have to explain where you had gone.

It was while you were waiting for your family to come up on that branch that you spotted him - boredom had caused your senses to sharpen, to look around for anything that could be a source of entertainment. You noticed the tail first: thick and black, shimmering like a rainbow along the rainforest floor. Panic had gripped your insides right away at seeing a snake so huge, knowing well that they were skilled climbers more often than not. You had gone from panicked to terrified when you caught a glimpse of the human torso at the top end of the serpent tail, long dark hair and grey skin, built with a godly amount of muscle. Nagas were stronger, larger and more intelligent than any mere snake and many of them were notoriously antisocial and territorial.

You could only sit in silence, remaining still as a statue, and hope that he would pass by without seeing you. Your heart hammered in your chest and you held your breath as your fingers gripped the tree branch and your brother's kite. You looked down at the toy and thought of what a stupid thing it was to die for as you recalled how happy the two of you had been earlier that afternoon, how there was now a big chance that you may never see him again.

Your eyes followed the naga with bated breath as he slithered between the trees, moving beneath the one that you were currently stuck in. You could only repeat 'don't move' over and over in your head, hoping that somehow you could manifest it into happening if only you could repeat it so many times so quickly. He passed by underneath you without throwing a single glance in your direction and a small wave of relief washed over you until he paused. His head turned upwards and you were sure that your soul left your body. His head turned from left to right, looking up into the trees and you wondered whether he could actually see you.

You weren't sure which was making you feel dizzier: the fear of looking into a naga's eyes or looking down and having to truly acknowledge how high up you were. You watched a split tongue flicker from his mouth before his head turned back in your direction. He might not be able to see you at this distance but it seemed that he could certainly smell you.

The naga sped off in your direction in a blur of black and a flash of colour, coiling his body around the tree and pushing himself upwards until he was backing you further towards the edge of the branch you were stuck on, leaning towards you with a threatening hiss.

"You're trespassing." There was a lilt to his voice, an accent you had never heard of before and his pronunciation of the letter s may not be elongated but it was strong and no less a hiss in itself.

"I-I..." You stammered out, legs squeezing around the branch you were sitting on while you leaned on your hands, your entire body trembling both in fear and with the effort of stopping yourself from falling to your death, "I'm from the cliffs, I j-just wanted to ret-trieve something and then leave b-but the branch snapped and I got stuck. I would have left right aw-way otherwise, I promise, I'm so sorry to have bothered you."

He squinted his brown slitted eyes at you distrustfully and, with a trembling hand, you showed him your brother's lost kite. "I promise." You repeated, putting as much sincerity into your voice as you possibly could. You fought the urge to shuffle back when he reached towards you, knowing that you were running out of space on the branch. You gasped when his hands landed on your waist, running up your sides and over your legs.

"What are you doing?" Your voice came out weakly and he gave you a look that showed he thought the answer should be obvious.

"Checking you for weapons." He replied and your eyes fell past grey skin stretched over the taut muscle of his gold-decorated torso to glance at the black sash around his waist, held there by belts and holstering a large, curved dagger. When he found that you were unarmed, you held your breath as his tail coiled around your middle twice and you found yourself being pulled through the trees. Holding the kite in one hand, you held on to the naga for life with your other arm until he lowered you to the floor some distance away from where you had been stuck.

He laid himself over a branch above you, seemingly lounging, as he looked down at you.

"You're on the edge of my territory now." He announced and pointed in the direction behind you, "Go that way and you will find the trail up the cliffs. Don't come back."

"Thank you." You replied, somewhat in disbelief that this creature, so notorious for aggression, had been kind enough to lead you back in the direction of home. You took a moment to take in his face: he was beautiful, that much you had to admit, with a strong nose, high cheekbones, full, white lips that drew lines up towards the centre of his cheeks. His hair hung heavily past his shoulders and seemed so dark with the exception of that multi-coloured sheen that also graced his scales. "I'm y/n, by the way." He pursed his lips as he thought of how to reply to you.

"Get home safe, y/n, do not come chasing trinkets into my territory again. I may not be so kind next time."

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