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[Brodie flicked through the mail, instantly recognising the scrawling handwriting of a certain redheaded little boy. Scaring a few birds in the process, he bellowed up the stairs: ALEEEEX!] Alex: [breathless] Is it for me?! Brodie: Nah, but I could do with some help carrying this super heavy envelope upstairs. Alex: Who do you think you are, Johnny Zest? Brodie: I’m better than that guy, c’mon…

… Hi Alex! Sorry it’s taken me so long to reply to you, I promise I didn’t forget! I guess I just didn’t really know what to say cos I’ve sorta not felt like myself recently. My mom says I disappear into my own world sometimes so I sorta did that again and found it hard to think of anything fun to say. I don’t think I’d mind if you wrote to me about the less fun parts of your life though n’ my dad says you shouldn’t really keep everything to yourself all the time cos it ends up hurting so I thought I’d write anyway n’ just force myself not to worry about being boring or whatever. Your letters and your life always sound so exciting compared to mine though so sometimes it’s hard not to!!

I got in a fight at school which sounds like it should be an exciting story, but it wasn’t really. There’s this kid called Levi in my class that always picks on me (don’t worry though, I don’t care about that) and I couldn’t be bothered listening to him anymore so I hit him a couple times, I thought he’d hit me back but he just freaked out so I sorta felt bad about it afterward. He still makes fun of me but he doesn’t get up in my face as much so that’s a plus. Who says violence doesn’t solve anything? Hahaha I’m kidding! It wasn’t nice of me but maybe he should know better than to push people around so much.

I’m looking forward to summer so I can wander off a bit more and maybe it won’t rain so much! My mom doesn’t really like it when I go too far but as long as I’m back before curfew she tries not to freak out about it which is nice of her cos she knows I like to explore n’ stuff. I shouldn’t complain about my family cos I love them n’ stuff but I like being on my own sometimes and it’d be nice to have a bit of peace now n’ then. I’ve got SUPER good hearing so it’s hard to find anywhere quiet in my house, especially cos there’s always something crazy going on. My aunt Alma is sorta similar to me so she’s been helping me block out the noise with this meditation sorta thing, I guess it’s hard to explain but it’s not as lame as it sounds, it’s kinda fun to see how long you can stay in your own brain without people interrupting you. That probably sounds really weird but maybe you sorta get what I mean?

I finally have a treehouse now too!! It reminds me of your watchtower in some ways, but I guess it’s no way cooler than that, even though I know you’re bored of it by now. I wish we could hang out in it together cos it’s super awesome! Mom n’ dad don’t really bother me when I’m up there n’ my brother n’ sisters can’t manage the ladder yet so it’s all mine! It’s right at the bottom of the garden and looks out over the whole Bay too! Mom said she might let me sleep in it once it gets a bit warmer! It’d be cool falling asleep to the sound of the waves.. I hope it doesn’t end up making me need to pee all night though haha!!

Wren’s been obsessed with watching me play on the computer recently and I keep tryna teach her how to play herself but her little fingers can’t really reach all the buttons on the keyboard too well and she gets stupid mad when she dies so she just makes me play instead. She’d kick me if I told anyone but she’s a bit scared of some of the monsters too lol!! Mom told me I shouldn’t let her watch those ones but they’re the only ones she WANTS to watch and she jumps all over me until I give in so idk what they expect me to do other than lock her in the pantry, but I got told off for that so I guess I shouldn’t do that again haha (Wren thought it was funny though so it’s all good!) It’s a shame you don’t have a computer in the tower otherwise we could play together! Jude n’ Jacob aren’t really into that sorta thing so I usually just play on my own. Do you have a computer back home??

Oh! I got another badge for my swimming lessons too! I’ve almost got em all now which is neat but I sorta wanna avoid getting the last ones cos anyone that gets them all or has good attendance n’ whatever get an award at the end of the school year. They save em all up to give out at some stupid last year disco thing they put on before summer for the last year kids n’ it’d be so cringe to get called out in front of everyone like that. Some people think it’s gonna be amazing like my friend Jude, but I’d rather not go at all. Mom n’ dad keep saying it’ll be fun n’ everyone else is excited about it too but how fun could something be if you’re technically at SCHOOL? Bleh! I know you said you hate it sometimes, but being homeschooled sounds awesome to me lol.

I keep tryna bug my parents to go camping again so we could maybe see each other but they won’t take me out of school for a holiday n’ dad’s too busy with some work project so I guess we’ll have to keep writing to each other instead! Maybe if I keep annoying them about it we can come back in the summer! I hope so anyway but I guess I don’t wanna piss em off TOO much just in case my plan backfires or something.

I still feel really bad about not writing sooner but my dad said better late than never so hopefully you’re not too upset with me! I’ll try my best to write faster next time so you don’t have to wait as long. I’m looking forward to hearing about everything you’ve been up to!! Love Robin c: ps. my dad’s friend finally helped me fix that old polaroid so I’ve sent you some random pictures I took to test it out! I’m still getting used to it but the next ones will be better, I swear!

… the treehouse! it even has cool lights on it!! the back of our house! it’s so big it’s hard to fit in a picture.. it sorta looks fancy but it’s not really n’ dad said it was cheap cos it was a shithole a rare Byrd! (grumpy too – dad tried to take his dummy off him lol) he’s not supposed to be on my bed… the Bay! Jude says I sound girly for saying it’s so pretty here but I don’t care I could take a million pictures of this place n’ never get bored (I’ll stop now though cos mom says these polaroid things aren’t cheap for this model.. oops lol!!)

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fairytale-poll · 5 months

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ROUND 1D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Linh Cinder:

Her glass slipper is her prosthetic foot. She's a cool badass mechanic queen. She's named Cinder because her aunt set her on fire as a toddler but she survived. She's a a cool cyborg with psychic powers, and she's also a really good mechanic.

She's a cyborg and she's from the Moon

She is a badass mechanic who is also a cyborg and did not intend to get dragged into this mess. She becomes a fugitive of the law, running from the prince who is also her romantic interest and is just objectively the best.

I love a sarcastic character and I love a good confrontation scene and she's great with both

she's a cyborg she's a mechanic she's a princess she's a fugitive she's the best.

She's a mechanic she's the lunar princess she has two prosthetic limbs she's supposed to be dead. Her best friend is an android who's a fangirl of her boyfriend (Kai, the emperor). Her ball was actually her showing up to keep Kai from getting seduced by her aunt (who's queen of the moon) and then killed. Instead of losing her slipper she just lost her entire foot. (That's all just in the first book.)

look man, if you've read tlc you know why but if not: cinder here goes through a lot, from living in a shitty household to leading a rebellion and witnessing what's practically a massacre (TWICE), getting stabbed in the mc'freaking heart and surviving, being a wanted fugitive, Oh, and also, she loses her goddamn FOOT instead of a glass slipper lol (albeit the foot is a prosthetic, which i might've forgotten to add, her left arm and (i think) leg are metal due to getting BURNED as a toddler by her somewhat power hungry aunt)

She's SO cool she's a mechanic and really clever and also an amputee and her prosthetics are very cool and she has fun space adventures with her little gang of found family and is also the heir to the crown on the moon and is trying to get control of it from her aunt (who's a dictator) so she can help the moon people be less oppressed! tl;dr she's a girlboss

She literally got set on fire. Shes a cyborg. Shes such a girl boss that her love interest kept her severed prosthetic foot as a memento. She is a revolutionary [against her will] and a politician [also against her will]. Shes a skilled mechanic, and called the queen of a super-powerful alien race with the ability to manipulate people’s perceptions of reality ugly TO HER FACE. Queen does not give a shit and just wants to hang out with her robot bestie and her dork ass boyfriend who is also the leader of an entire country. Shes iconic, she is the moment.

she's a teenage cyborg who works as a mechanic and is secretly royalty - a badass and i love her!!

Kickbutt cyborg Cinderella princess

Cyborg and mechanic is a fun new twist on classic Cinderella! (At least when I read it and it was new). Plus she’s got her Prince/Emperor all wrapped around her fingers before the ball!

she's cool as fuck that's why!! cyborg cinderella in a cool-ass future sci-fi world, she doesn't have glass slippers so she loses her ill-fitted cybernetic foot, she has a gun in her cyborg hand (mostly uses nonlethal projectiles), she has cool sci-fi magic mind powers, she's from the moon, she's a mechanic & she's smart as hell, she literally forms a ragtag team of other fairytale inspired characters & dethrones the evil queen of the lunar monarchy. also her prince charming is cool & funny & they're so sickeningly in love their feelings could power the sun. anyway vote Cinder ✨️

cinder is a mixed cyborg mechanic who has acquired beef with both her stepmother (adopted) and her bio aunt (tyrant queen levanna) and manages to escape their attempts to keep her down (including arson when she was like. 3 years old) and ultimately overthrows her aunt in a revolution lead by her and the other fairytale retellings (red riding hood and wolf, rapunzel and her ‘prince’, and her cousin snow white and her prince) and establishes a democracy! i enjoyed the series growing up and i personally think that cinder is very cool :]

The first book in The Lunar Chronicles is a retelling of cinderella, and my gosh it’s amazing. Cinder is a cyborg and faces a lot of prejudice, and it’s interesting to see that even in the future, where the book is set, there’s still so much discrimination, and Cinder faces it so well. She’s smart and snarky, and has such character growth and cares so much and akhjfqwthbj

shes cinderella if cinderella was a cyborg and also secretly an alien moon princess. fucking amazing series everyone should read it. It's very common for Cinderella retelling that "girlboss" her end up sending the weird message that victims of abuse should simply stand up for themselves <3 I really like Cinder because she's spunky and snaps at her stepmother, but it doesn't. do her any good? It just makes her stepmother worse. Also one of her stepsisters is nice, I love Peony.

Cyborg Cinderella, long-lost princess of the moon, revolutionary against the evil queen.

she’s a cyborg! instead of losing her shoe on the steps of the palace her entire foot comes off 👍 thats hard as fuck she’s so cool

Cinderella:

Because she is so cute in this, I love her outfits before and after the transformation, and this movie is just such a good adaptation of Cinderella

the 1997 cinderella movie is the best one ever to me like. you have whitney houston as the fairy godmother and brandy is so so so pretty and she's such an amazing cinderella. 10 minutes ago the best cinderella song of all time ever she sounded so good<3

does this movie even NEED propaganda?

Brandy Cinderella with Whitney Houston! Need I say more?

Brandy plays one of the best iterations of Cinderella actually

I just think she's neat. Also she looked the best in the ball gown

One of the most iconic Cinderellas of all time, Brandy brought tenderness, earnestness, and heartfelt poignancy that transformed the story and emphasized its humanity and themes of dreaming for the future. Her voice is celestial! The power of her performance is undeniable! As a lifelong Cinderella fan she was always one of my favorites.

A lot of children grew up watching this movie around the holidays.

This is my favorite version of Cinderella and Brandy absolutely KILLS IT as Cinderella!! Her voice is so sweet and beautiful. And her dress!! I love her peplum. ALSO HER BRAIDS MAKE A BUN AND ITS SO ADORABLE. just look up the soundtrack for this movie PLEASE

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ezdotjpg · 7 months

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ok but know I need you to Tell Me Things about the Zeldas. all of them. I am literally*bouncing*.

(I love how both your TP Link and Zelda have RBF. they have truly Had It)

HEHE sorry i held onto this ask until I had all the Zelda designs posted, and then I,,,forgot to do that lol.

some Bonus Zelda thoughts! some of this i've maybe said before idk:

ALTTP Zelda

her armor is more ceremonial than practical. While I didn't give this to every Queen Zelda, I liked the idea of the princess's pauldrons progressing to more plate armor in the queen's dress. That's also why I changed her color scheme to blue to differentiate from the princess' pink (exceptions for this being HW Zelda who wears red as queen, ST Zelda who still wears pink as queen and BOTW Zelda who wore blue as princess)

anyway. she's more of a scholar than a warrior but she still has killer aim with a bow

her pet project has been recovering, restoring, and filling in the gaps of the royal library and archive. Mage helps her out with this as he has a knack for stumbling upon forgotten ancient texts in his travels

A lot of ppl assume she's rather prim or austere but she's actually got a lot of whimsy and humor in her. It's why she and Mage get along so well :D

She lets Mage get away with a lot of shenanigans and keeps the royal guard from arresting his ass all the time

if mage is ur weird uncle she's like. ur cool aunt

Tetra

she's still sailing the seas with her crew!

she and Wake have had a bit of a falling out though, partially over disagreements about searching for New Hyrule, and have gone their separate ways for now. There's not any real animosity between them, just like,,,frustration. They'd still do anything for each other.

She's got 2 pistols and a cutlass and she knows how to use them

She could bench press Wake. easily.

She's brash and commands a lot of respect but she's also a lot of fun to be around. She's brutally honest and says what's on her mind.

I think she still feels a lot of confusion and frustration about the revelations about her lineage and the role King Daphnes seemed to force on her because of it. She doesn't want much to do with what the divine. She values the freedom sailing on the sea gives her.

TP Zelda

she's. so tired. a lot of the responsibility of rebuilding the kingdom has fallen squarely on her shoulders. She's holding shit together by a thread but by god is she holding it together.

Looks pretty cold and unapproachable but she has a kind heart. She cares deeply for the people of her kingdom. She would sacrifice a lot for them and already has.

Never relaxes. Works like 24/7. get this girl a hobby

Midzel canon. Midna also had a thing with Link but it wasn't a polycule more of a this is my girlfriend Midna and this is Midna's boyfriend Link kind of a situation. Anyway she misses Midna.

Wolf and Zelda are like. coworkers. They haven't really gotten any closer in the aftermath of everything. Wolf wants nothing to do with playing the role of the hero in a political sense like Zelda keeps asking him to. I don't think Zelda necessarily blames him for escaping that responsibility, but she Is frustrated she doesn't have that luxury.

MC Zelda

a little cutie!! very bubbly and extroverted and curious about the world. She spends a lot of time outside of the castle running around with Mini. The King is so glad she's safe after everything he still just lets her do whatever she wants lol

She used to be the one dragging Mini into shenanigans all the time but he's gained a lot of confidence over his quest and is less timid now. now they are equally engaging in shenanigans

Hangs out with Malon too!! The three of them are besties

I like to think she can also still see the minish even if she can't shrink down to their size. she thinks they're so cute. Maybe mini gives her a jabbernut so she can speak to them too :-)

She helps Mini build his fucked up little trash robots. She also pretties them up with paint

scolded by castle staff frequently for getting grass stains and dirt on her nice clothes lol. She probably isn't usually running around in her full princess garb though.

Like Mini, has mostly refused to process most of what happened to her and is just trying to enjoy life.

Prince Zel

I went back and forth about whether or not I wanted to go with naming him Sheik or not. I decided against it since this is the version of him that never had to become Sheik. He keeps Zelda as a legacy name and shortens it to Zel most of the time.

Pretty lonely in the castle without many friends his age. He desperately wants to be better friends with Mask but is mostly rebuffed.

Even though he doesn't have to become Sheik in this timeline, I think he has begun training with Impa. Just under a lot less duress

Still occasionally has prophetic visions but has become somewhat hesitant about sharing them. I think he understands a little more of what went on in other timelines than he lets on, but he doesn't know or put together all of it.

Often described as odd or intense or standoffish by ppl who meet him but he can be really chatty and lively under the right circumstances

HW Zelda

Her armor is also mostly ceremonial, even though she's definitely more of a warrior queen. She and War are both dressed to project 'peace time' and 'prosperity'. She has other sets of armor that are more suited for combat.

She and War are a lot alike, calculating and cunning, which is why they understand each other. It's also why they're often at each other's throats. They're not really above backstabbing each other, though has Queen she has a lot more leverage.

She's not exactly warm or particularly kind, but she does care about the safety of the Kingdom.

Also never relaxes and works like 24/7

Constantly dealing with a tense, power-hungry and antagonistic court looking to undermine her authority. She has her own private ambitions she's working towards.

ALBW Zelda

She's a really charming and fun person! very down to earth as Queen and a lot more willing to eschew tradition.

She comes across as carefree but she's been ruling Hyrule by herself since she was young and has been subject to a lot of pressure. She had to grow up pretty fast and is wiser than she seems at first glance. She has her court and the people's respect.

She and Mirror share an interest in fashion and the arts. They're,,, they're both theatre kids.

I don't have a lot of other headcanons abt her yet sorry but. i love her

ST Zelda

Has been crowned Queen at the ripe old age of 16 because the last time they appointed a chancellor he turned out to be a demon who stole her body. so

She does not feel ready to be Queen at all but she's doing her best. She's determined not to let anybody push her around again.

She's taken an interest in learning how to fight after the events of spirit tracks. She never wants to feel as helpless as she did then, trapped as a ghost outside her body. Also she really enjoyed hitting things with a giant sword in her big phantom armor. She's become a much better swordsman than Spirit ever was lol

She specifically requested her own suit of armor to mimic the phantom armor

she's pretty protective of Spirit

BOTW Zelda

I think she was conscious for all 103 of those years fighting ganon, even if it seems somewhat blurry and surreal to her now. She remembers it in fits and bursts. She often feels disconnected from her body.

She has no interest in reviving the monarchy or ruling over Hyrule again. However she does have an interest in rebuilding Hylian towns and helping all of Hyrule recover. She still feels like it's her responsibility, not because of her role as princess, but because of what she perceives as her own failure to avert tragedy.

she doesn't just blame herself though- she blames the gods and her father too.

Right now though she's mostly taking a break to get her bearings and recover from 103 years of endless fighting. She and Slate travelled around Hyrule for a while at first, and now she's settled in Hateno trying to figure out how to be normal again. Some rebuilding efforts have already started spearheaded by Hudson and she helps out with those.

SKSW Zelda

honestly not even she is sure what parts of her are herself and what parts are hylia. it's as disconcerting for her as it is for Loft. She's both frustrated that he looks at her differently now and understands completely why he does. She still wishes he wouldn't.

she remembers more about being the goddess than she necessarily lets on

she's really invested in the settlement on the surface and is basically its unofficial leader. she puts a lot of time and effort into making sure everything is going according to plan and that they have everything they need to keep living on the surface

she's protective of Loft and worries a lot for him. She blames herself for a lot of what he struggles with now and wants to make it better.

she's not the fun police though, she likes a death-defying loftwing stunt as much as the next person

she did become a knight after the events of skyward sword! They don't really wear the uniforms down on the surface much anymore though and it's become less of a formal order while everyone focuses on building and improving the village.

She's been working on her swordsmanship

I think she really loves music and singing

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delfiore · 2 years

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hot summer nights

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

synopsis: summer, 1986. robin experiences an epic love when you come to stay at your aunt’s place in hawkins for the summer.

warning: mild violence, mentions of drugs, bullying, homophobia (ik ik big yawn but i promise it’s sO insignificant)

word count: 5.6k

a/n: i am so scared for vol. 2. this is me manifesting.

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The first time Robin saw you, you were sitting on a front porch of a house she biked past, smoking a cigarette. She was going to work then, and she thought it was really early to be smoking. She didn’t know who you were either; if you went to Hawkins High, she would know. You came up in her mind once in a while for the rest of the day.

You noticed her too. She was cute. It was hot that day, even for a summer’s day in Indiana, so you went inside as soon as you threw the roach on the floor and stomped on it.

The second time she saw you was at Family Video, when you came in to rent A Streetcar Named Desire. Most of the people coming in who rented that only wanted to watch Marlon Brando, it made Robin roll her eyes. The movie was so much more than that.

You barely spoke a word, only handed her the money before walking out and climbing into your red car.

The next time she saw you was at the grocery store when she was shopping for her mom. You were bent over in front of the fridge, sunglasses blocking your eyes, mouth parted with a lollipop hanging from your lips.

She didn’t know where the surge of confidence came from, maybe it was the mundanity of being in a grocery store surrounded by a lot of people who didn’t spare her a single glance. Maybe it was the fact that she needed to catch you. But she pushed her cart over to where you stood, and stopped a few feet in front of you.

“You should try this one.” She said, opening the fridge, and taking out a pint of mint chocolate ice cream. “This one’s my favorite.”

For the first time, you looked at her, really looked at her. She was really pretty, was what you concluded. You pushed your sunglasses down on the bridge of your nose.

“Thanks.” You accepted the pint.

The freckles on her cheeks complemented her skin beautifully, as she nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Y/N.” You extended a hand.

“Robin Buckley.” She took your hand, and mentally cursed herself out. You introduced yourself with your first name only, maybe she should have done the same. “Are you new ‘round here? Can’t say I’ve seen you in school.”

Her heart leapt when your lips curved up into a smile. “I graduated this year. I’m staying here with my aunt for the summer.”

“Where are you from?”

“Missouri.”

“Cool.” Robin nodded, albeit a bit awkwardly. “Must be scorching over there too, right?”

“You bet.” You gave a smile.

You accompanied her for the rest of her grocery run, and it was only when she’d arrived home that she noticed that she was talking your ears off, and you only walked beside her and listened. Her spike of confidence didn’t win against her nerves this time.

Robin was holding a big bag of groceries by the time she stepped out of the store. She looked up at the scorching sun with a heavy sigh, dreading the tread back home.

“You got a ride?” You suddenly spoke up.

“Um, no. I was just gonna walk home.”

“I’ll take you home.” You gestured to the same red car she saw outside work, parked next to the entrance. “Come on.”

The car ride was mostly silent, except for the times she told you where to go. She couldn’t believe that just a few days ago you were all that was in her mind, and now she was in your car. Steve would make fun of her if she had told him. It was relief, then, that she hadn’t.

“Oh, you can just stop right here, that’s fine. Thanks for the ride.”

“My pleasure.” You said. “And thank you for recommending me the ice cream.”

“That’s not the same.” Robin shook her head, smiling.

“Sure it is.” You smiled again, as you pushed your shades down.

“Um . . . My mom is making dinner if you want to join us. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I gotta get home to my aunt. Kinda promised her I’d be home tonight.”

She let out a small ‘oh’, as her palms started sweating. Maybe she was a bit disappointed because you were so enthusiastic about driving her home before, she just thought. Maybe she read your intentions wrong, maybe you were just being nice. Good god . . .

“But hey, we can hang out some time. You can show me what’s fun around Hawkins.”

“Yeah.” Robin replied, maybe a little too fast. “Yeah, that’d be cool. We can go bowling on Friday. Me and my friends go there all the time. Pick me up at 3?”

“Cool.” You nodded.

“Cool.”

You drove off with a ‘see you then’, as Robin watched the tail of your car disappear around the street corner. It was one thing to fantasize about someone from afar—as Robin has always done—but it was another that they were right in front of you, drove you home, and made plans to see you again soon.

Still, Robin was a smart girl, and she didn’t let this one interaction run away with her fantasies. You might not even like girls.

“She definitely like girls.” Steve emphasized, placing VHS tapes from a pile he had in his arms onto the stands.

“No—“ Robin groaned, and followed him. “You’re just saying that because I’m telling you about her. I mean—you say that to every girl I tell you about.”

“She went out of her way to drive you home from the grocery store? Uh, hello? That’s what I do when I’m trying to flirt.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same.” Robin groaned exasperatedly into her hands and leaned dramatically against the shelf causing a couple of tapes to fall out of their perfected positions.

“Hey, watch it. The point is,” Steve said, “you just gotta take this chance and run with it, alright? It’s clear that she’s showing interest. What about that bowling thing on Friday?”

“About that . . . I kind of implied that it was going to be a group thing.” She grimaced at the deadpan her best friend gave her. “Please?”

Steve rolled his eyes, and continued shelving. “Fine.”

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Robin was sweating profusely on Friday, partly because it must have been 100 degrees that day, but also because the thought of hanging out with you just make her knees go weak.

You pulled up to her front porch with the windows down, shades on like always, and another lollipop hanging from a million-dollar smile. She thought the sight of you must have been what those stupid love songs on the radio were all about.

She walked side-by-side with you into the bowling alley. You were so close that her hand almost grazed yours many times, and she resisted the urge to reach out and grab it.

Robin let out a sigh of relief when she saw her friends already digging into burgers and fries. She waved at them merrily, and beckoned you over.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s from out of town.” You nodded curtly as Robin spoke. “This is Steve, Eddie, Nancy, and Jonathan.”

“‘Sup.” Eddie waved.

You missed the teasing look Steve threw Robin’s way.

“Let’s play in pair.” Nancy suggested. “I’ll play with Jonathan. Steve, you with Robin. Eddie, why don’t you take Y/N?”

Robin’s stomach dropped, watching Eddie make his way over to you. You smirked, “Hope you’re good at bowling.”

She should have expected it, but maybe she didn’t, because there was no way anyone could look so good winning at bowling, but you did. You and Eddie ended up winning by three points, ahead of her and Steve.

You took the match ball, and when your ball knocked over all seven of the remaining pins.

“Yes!!” You exclaimed with a laugh, high-fiving Eddie enthusiastically.

She watched you with a small smile, the way you let loose so quickly, but also with envy that you didn’t do so with her.

“Good game.” You extended your hand to her. It was reminiscent of the first time she talked to you.

“Yeah, yeah.” She grumbled teasingly.

“C’mon, don’t be a sore loser.” You wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you walked back to the table.

Robin surrendered. There was no way she could stay angry at you for long.

Conversation ensued naturally, and though you didn’t talk a lot, everyone appreciated your input whenever you did.

“So, Y/N.” Jonathan spoke. “Where did you say you were from?”

“Iowa.” You said.

“Must be really quiet where you are to come all the way to Hawkins.” Steve chimed in.

“Wasn’t my choice. My aunt lives here,” you replied, “but it’s not all bad.”

She caught a glint in your eyes, as you leaned forwards to pick up your soda. The comment warmed her tummy, almost enough to make her overlook the lie.

“Today was fun.” You said, pulling the handbrake in front of her house.

“Yeah, it was.” The house was still. Normally, Mom and Dad should have been home by then, but the lights were all off.

“My parents won’t be home until, like, 9. Wanna order pizza?”

She half-expected you to decline, but you agreed and parked the car curbside.

“You can go upstairs. My room is the first one to the right. I’ll order for us and be right there. Pepperoni okay?”

You nodded and left for the stairs. It took Robin a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart before she took the phone off its hook.

Once she went up to her room, she found you crouched over her stack of fun things; books, magazines, movies, music. When you turned back around, there was a childlike, excited smile on your face..

"You read The Handmaid's Tale?" You held up her copy. "Sorry for going through your stuff, but it was on top of the pile."

"It's fine," Robin said. "Did you?"

"Only a little bit. I read as much as I could from the library. If my parents found this in my room, I'd be smoked."

"Oh. I guess it is pretty explicit." She took a seat next to you, watching you flip the book back and forth, committing every detail to memory.

"What do you think about it?"

"I think that . . ." Robin took a moment, wetting her lips. "a lot of people underestimate how realistic the story can be. I mean we can't pretend that women hold the same privileges as men, at least not in this country. Just look at the high school English curriculum. You'd be lucky to find even one novel written by a woman, and I think Mary Shelley should definitely be on there, but it's not."

"The one about the monster, huh?"

"So you've read that one too? Okay, yeah, Frankenstein is definitely my favorite book ever. It's so cleverly written and so rich, I could talk about it all day. And even though the Monster is the main antagonist, but maybe Dr. Frankenstein isn't such a victim after all, you know? People who make you out into the freak only to recoil and play the victim when you've had enough, they're the real monsters. And sometimes, I feel like the Monster, I feel like the freak."

You watched with an amused smile, and when she turned to look at you, it didn't falter. "Sorry, I was rambling." She chuckled nervously.

"Me too." You spoke.

"What?"

"I feel like the freak too, the outsider. Feels like I'm never going to fit in." You averted your eyes towards your lap. "For a time I tried, I really did, but that's not me. It's as they say: Why fit in if you can stand out, you know?"

"Yeah." Robin smiled, and suddenly realized you were so close, your leg was touching hers. She looked up and met your eyes which smiled back at her with unspoken kindness.

"Can I ask you something?" She said.

"Mmhm."

"Where are you really from?"

"Does it really matter?"

“I think it does, no?” Robin grimaced, hating the way your voice turned a bit snarky. “Especially when you’ve lied about it twice.”

“How do you know I was lying the first time?”

“So you did lie.”

You let out a quick laugh.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing." You laughed quietly, bumping your elbow against her. "I'm one to think that who you are is defined by what you do, not what you come from."

"Totally not what a serial killer would say." Robin chuckled.

You were so mysterious, yet a part of your charm came from it. Robin wasn't quite sure whether she wanted to know where you came from, because what if you're not all that she'd hoped to be? Besides, it's summer. It's not wrong to let loose and have a bit of fun.

"Totally." You smiled.

The doorbell rang. "Pizza's here."

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You started to visit Robin at work almost every single day, to the point where she’d be watching the clock expectantly every few minutes until 4:30 when your red car would roll up to Family Video.

Weeks past since the bowling Friday, and Robin liked to think that she’s made a beautiful friendship blossom between you two. Steve often teased that you were joined at the hips, as every time he saw one, the other followed.

But Robin didn’t mind that, she just liked to be around you so much. You made her feel like she belonged the way no one except her best friend had ever had before. If her younger self could have seen how much you mean to her now, maybe she wouldn’t mind being a loner all through-out high school if it meant she would get you by the end of it.

Though she couldn’t ignore the blossoming feelings in her chest anymore. Subtle touches and lingering glances made her believe that there was something more than friendship, but maybe that was just the way you were with her, and but she couldn’t let herself be disappointed if there wasn’t.

“Looking for your Beauty?” Steve smirked behind the counter.

Narrowing her eyes at the older boy, she glanced at the clock again.

That’s weird, she thought. It was almost the end of her shift, yet you were still nowhere to be found.

“‘Kay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She mumbled while shimmying out of her work uniform.

“You do know I’m your ride, right?” Steve called.

“I’ll walk home.”

“Hey, Robin. Robin!”

Shoving her hands into her pant pockets, she wondered whether she should make a detour to your aunt’s house. It was very unlike you to be late or not show up, and in fact this was the first time. Robin decided against it, telling herself that you might have just been busy, and forgot to call. Sometimes her neediness interfered with reason, and she hated it.

Walking further along the road, sweat already coating the back of her neck, she cursed when she saw a group of teenagers on the curb. But these weren’t just normal, stupid teenagers, these were Freddy G. and co., the ones that tormented her throughout high school. She wished that she had left with Steve now.

“Is that Buckley? Hey, Buckley!” Freddy called, before she could turn the other way.

“Hey, over here!” They surrounded her. “Good to see you’re still a loser.”

His friends started laughing like it was the funniest joke in the world. She felt tears building at the corners of her eyes. The insult itself was nothing, but it was reminiscent of the other insults they hurled at her in school, shoving her into lockers in the hallway that gave her bruises, taking her stuff and tossing them around like a game of monkey-in-the-middle.

“What’s wrong, you little crybaby? Aren’t you happy to see us too? What’ve you been up to?”

She used to think these bullies were nothing but stupid, and that she felt sorry for their nonexistent futures and stuck being Hawkins deadbeats, but one insult stuck with her, one that ridiculed her sexuality.

“Hey! I’m talking to you.” Freddy shoved her by the shoulder the way he usually did, and Robin froze in her spot.

“Hey, asshole!” She heard your voice, and the next thing she knew, Freddy was on the ground with a bloody nose.

“My nose! That bitch broke my fuckin’ nose!” He screeched on the ground, holding his face as blood poured from his fingers like a fountain.

“And I’m gonna break more if you don’t get the fuck out of here.” You gritted your teeth, and glared at the rest of them.

One particular boy was feeling brave, and swung at you, but you dodged him expertly before twisting his arm behind his back. He cried out in pain, as you tightened your grip.

“Let’s go!” One of them cried out, and hoisted Freddy up before running with their tails between their legs.

You let the boy go with a kick in his back, and he looked back at you with fright.

“Hey.” You said softly. “I’m so sorry I—“

She didn’t let you finish before she had wrap her arms around you, and buried her face into your neck.

The force made your stagger, but you soon settled into it, and held her back as soon as you heard the quiet sniffles coming from under you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come by today. There was some stuff at home.” You cooed, and gently ran your fingers through her hair.

“It’s okay.” She said, a loud sniffle following right after.

“Those little shits bothered you in school too?” You held her hand tightly, wiping away her tears.

She nodded. “Okay,” you said. “Fuck them.”

Robin let out a quiet laugh, and gazed upon you as your hand glided along the skin under her eyes. Under the red sun, you glowed like an angel.

“There’s that pretty smile.” You poked her cheek. “Come on. Let’s go get ice cream. I’ll even get you two if you want.”

“I kinda want a Slurpee.”

“Okay,” you said, pulling onto her hand. “Whatever you want.”

Slurpees do wonders when it came to Robin. Two cherry Slurpees later, she was sitting next to you on the hood of your car as happy as a clam, chatting away about some movie she saw recently.

“It’s crazy that I love it so much. Maybe because I look at it and saw the high school experience I never had.”

“You wanna be locked up in detention?” You teased her.

“Noooo.” Robin whined. “I wish I had more friends. Maybe then I’d had gone to prom.”

She suddenly realized that this was the first person she admitted this to. If she told Steve about this, he would either tease her or say that prom didn’t matter, citing him be prom king. Maybe it was stupid, but she just wished she had experienced it herself, and made the judgment herself. Instead, when everyone was dolled up, she sat at home and watched Jeopardy! with her father.

“I didn’t go to prom either.” You shrugged. “Never had my slow dance.”

“Wanna do it now?”

“What?” You laughed. “We’re in a 7/11 parking lot.”

Grinning, she hopped down with a thud, and pulled you until you standing.

“This is stupid.“ You chuckled, and shook your head. She had let you wrap your arm around her shoulder, as she rested hers on your waist, holding your other hand firmly and swinging it up and down.

“I see you moving.” She teased.

You averted your gaze to the ground, but a budding laugh began to form in your throat. Soon the giggles turned into hearty bellows, as Robin’s movements grew more enthusiastic.

You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, not with her so close to you that you could feel her warm breath on your cheek and each individual freckle that adorned her skin, the blue of her eyes unlike anything you’ve ever seen. And her lips, pink and plump, as you felt an invisible force pulling you to her.

Your eyes flickered between her eyes and lips. She was so close . . .

Neither of you heard the car coming until its headlights flung past. Robin instinctively jumped away from your grasp, just as the car completed its turn and stopped in front of a pump.

Robin suddenly felt afraid. Now her feelings were out there, and she knew you were smart enough to pick up on it. She expected you to pull away repulsed, and scream at her. Instead, you flashed her a warm smile, and felt for her hand.

"It's getting late. Should I take you home?" You said.

You drove her home in comfortable silence. Still, there was a lingering air between you two that made Robin shake her legs with anxiousness. Her anxiety dissipated when during a red light, you gently placed a hand on her thigh with a smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Robin said quietly.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Robin!”

“Oh, Christ.” She mumbled.

“You didn’t come home with Steve, I got so worried!” Her mother had always been fussy. She was the one suggesting that her bike be confiscated during the time Will Byers went missing, and also the cessation of all her fun. “Who’s this?”

“Hi.” You grinned, and waved from your seat.

“Mom, this is Y/N. Y/N, my mom.”

“Oh, Y/N! Are you hungry? You must join us for dinner.”

“Oh, that’s alright, ma’am. I’m okay—“

“No, I insist. Come on, kids. We were just about to set the table.”

Her parents let you pick where to sit at the table, and naturally you sat next to Robin. They asked you questions, and you could only answer as truthfully as you could.

“You play any instruments, Y/N?” Her dad asked.

“No, sir. But I’d love to learn drums.”

“I used to be a drummer back in the day. I even went on tour for a few months with a band that broke up a month after the tour ended.” He chuckled. “That’s where I met Robin’s mom. I saw her, in the crowd.”

“He made me learn the drums when I was little, but it was too loud and I hated it.” Robin giggled.

Her parents were everything you wished yours were. They were the type of people that would backpack across Europe, and made friends quick enough that they could sleepover at their house for a night, and then they’d be off again. You felt happy here, listening to Robin’s mom recount the day her parents met, then went on a roadtrip along the West Coast together.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you said, “why’d you settle down here, in Hawkins?”

“Yeah, Mom and Dad. Why not somewhere off the coast of France? I’d be eating baguettes everyday.” Robin rested her chin on her hand with a pout.

“It’s as you said, we’re settled down.” Her father replied. “We want our daughter to have a nest to come home to, so she can discover the world for herself. Although, things haven’t been as tranquil as we’d hoped here.”

“But all that matters to us is this little rebel right here,” her mom reached over and ruffled Robin’s hair, as the girl scrunched her forehead in disdain, “is safe.”

You nodded. You felt the same. “The chicken’s great, Mrs. B.”

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You haven’t been able to get Robin out of your mind ever since that day. It was innate. She had planted the seed in you, and the feelings only festered and grew the longer you spent around her.

Even the taste of your cigarette reminded you of her, of the day you first saw her, and everything that has happened since then. Except, the sky was clear like it was that day at the beginning of the summer.

"Storm's hitting soon." Aunt Louise said by the table. "I need you to get these out as soon as possible."

You took another hit from your cigarette and joined her. "All of them?"

Stopping in her tracks, Louise looked up at you. "All of them. Here's a list of our clients, and where to meet them."

"Jeez." You whistled. "These Hawkinians really do know how to party."

"Be careful." Your aunt said. "The cops have been extra paranoid with all the disappearances lately."

"I got this, Aunt Louise." You sighed, holding the ziplock bag up to the light. "But after this, I'm done, alright? Like we talked about."

"Is it because of that girl?"

You stayed silent.

"I'm not your parents, Y/N." Louise didn’t looked up. "And I know what young love looks like."

"We haven't done anything."

"But you will soon, right?" She smirked.

You chuckled quietly, and looked away. "I don't know if it's even worth it. What if she doesn't like who I am?"

Your aunt only gave you a playful glare before shaking her head, and resumed her counting.

The sky growled and flashed by the time you were on your last customer. It was much darker than it would normally be, and the wind chilled your bones. Your customer waited by the brick wall of down a dark alley, leaning against it with a foot propped against the wall behind him.

"Now isn't this interesting?"

You clenched your jaw and extended your hand.

"Suddenly not much of a talker anymore, huh?"

"Give me the money, asshat, and get out of here before I break your nose again." The first few raindrops had begun to fall, wetting your shoulders and arms.

"Uh, uh. You first." You wanted nothing more than to beat this kid up, but you'd be finished with Aunt Louise if you did. So you gave him the bag.

"Seems a bit light, isn't it?"

"It's ten grams."

Thunder. Then you felt heavy raindrops coming down faster and faster. Freddy scowled at the sky and sighed dramatically.

"Sorry. This isn't enough as promised, but I'll take it. You're welcome."

Your hands were bloody and shaking by the time you were done. The rain was pouring on you now, your knuckles burned from the constant bombardment. You never got the money from Freddy, and he never got the drugs from you. Louise had to take it or leave it.

You have never lost control like this before. It might have been something about his stupid face, the inconvenience of the coming storm, or the storm that was raging on inside you. In any case, you hated it. You hated it, and you just wanted to run away where no one could ever find you.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice call. You stopped in your tracks.

Robin was looking at you with this horrified look on her face. "Were you dealing drugs?"

You shoved the bag into your pockets and kept walking to where your car was.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She called, pulling you back by your wrist. You stopped, but didn't turn around to face her.

"Were you dealing?" She repeated. No answer. "Do you beat up all of your clients?"

"No. Go home, Robin."

"No. No, y-you—" Her hair drooped over her face like a mop. "You've been lying all summer. You're a liar."

You were grateful for the rain because it masked the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "You're right," you said, "maybe I am. But I don't want to lie anymore."

Within a quick swoop, you cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. The rain was still pouring down on you, and you would dread the cold that would follow it the next day. But you didn't care, because you knew—and all you cared to know—was Robin's warm lips against the cold.

When you pulled away, Robin's eyes fluttered open, raindrops catching onto her lashes for a split second, then she was kissing you again.

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"Can you say something, please?" You mumbled. She had offered you a seat on her bed after giving you a towel, but you refused as you didn't want to wet her sheets.

"Where are you from? Really?" Robin pressed.

You took a breath. "Connecticut," you said, "Rockford, Connecticut."

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because,” you sighed, “I don’t know. You couldn’t care less where I’m from, really. I’ve felt more at home here than I have my entire life in Rockford.

My mom sent me here because she wanted me away from someone I was seeing, and she didn’t like that it was . . . a girl.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. She never liked me anyway, and I think it was just an excuse to send me away.” You rubbed your hands together. “Aunt Louise offered me to work for her—“

“Selling drugs.” Robin cut you off.

“I told her I’d quit after today.” You said. “I’ve saved up some money from my cut. Then I’m leaving.”

“Oh.” Robin should have expected it. This summer wasn’t going to last forever, but maybe she believed that it did. She wasn’t ready to lose you so soon. “Why don’t you stay here?”

“No.” There was a moment of hesitation that Robin liked to believed that you were considering it, but the finality of your tone shut it all down. “I can’t. I need to . . . I need to get away.”

“I think my parents know about us.”

You laughed quietly. “I figured. Just from the way that talked to me like I was apart of the family. You’re so lucky, Robin.”

“But you still wanna leave.”

You kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in her lap. “I need to find out who I am, Robin. It has nothing to do with you. This summer was the best I’ve had in my life, all ‘cause of you.”

She looked away, but you caught the tear sliding down her face. “Can you kiss me?”

You complied, capturing her lips in a soft embrace. Her cold fingers came up to cup your cheeks, making you sigh. She let you push her back towards the bed, your hands inching further south, shivers covering her legs.

Robin sniffled, and nuzzled into your neck above her. “I don’t want you to go.” Her voice cracked and breathy, and she suddenly felt so small in your arms.

“I’m right here.” You trailed slow kisses along her neck. “I’m here.”

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The day you left, it was the hottest day recorded in Indiana that year.

You said goodbye to Aunt Louise with a hug, then slung your backpack over your shoulder and walked over to where Robin stood. She looked up, her eyes were glossy, but she was trying her hardest to conceal it. You smiled sadly.

Slowly, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a bag of sweets, the brand of lollipops you were always munching. “Something for the road.”

The bag of lollipops folded over in your hand, and suddenly you felt like this was all a mistake. Watching Robin so sunken and down, as she picked at the loose thread at the hem of her shirt . . .

You wrapped your arms around her and squeezed. “Thank you,” you said softly, and kissed her cheek.

Robin stayed long after you had climbed into your red car, giving her one last glance through the mirror, and long after it disappeared around the corner at the end of the street.

The silence without you was deafening. The sun, yellow and glaring, mocking her.

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New York City, 2004.

“We have one last question, coming from over here. Yes, please.”

“Hi, my name is Daphne. I was a huge fan of the novel, and I was wondering how you came up with the idea?”

The woman smiled gratefully, raising the microphone to her lips. “Thank you. I would say that this book is a semi-autobiographical recount of a particular summer I had at the end of high school. I see a lot of myself in our narrator, and the pure love she shared with Eden was something I’ve definitely felt once.”

“Where is the real Eden now?” Someone chimed in.

She chuckled. “That’s an answer for another Q&A session.” The crowd rumbled with chuckles.

The bookstore began to clear around five in the afternoon. She sighed, and mentally ticked off another date on her list of cities that she was going to visit to promote her book. Apparently she needed to get her word out there to sell it, said her publisher, who would have thought?

“Mind signing another copy?”

It was a voice she hadn’t heard in so long. Each cadence, each intonation, she had etched them into to remembrance, locked away in a box at the far corner of her memory.

It’s been so long, yet, your voice hasn’t changed.

“Did it really take you 18 years to find out who you are?” She smirked.

You only smiled, a beautiful and cheerful one. It was as if you were that teenager again back in ‘86. You were home.

“Hi, Robin.“

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagines #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you #robin buckley angst #robin x reader

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cheesysoup-arlo · 15 days

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Cady’s Cousin

You’re cady’s cousin and you had to transfer to north shore senior year

Warnings: homophobia, use of slur (d-slur), violence?(idk) sexual harassment? (I’m not good at warnings I’m sorry)

A/N: before anyone is like “Aaron already graduated” I don’t think he did that poor boy got held back in my opinion you’re allowed to disagree also everyone’s gay SURPRISE these are all just my opinions feel free to disagree

You were hanging out with your cousin the Saturday before school was due to start and she said she invited some friends over when they arrived you were pleasantly surprised. Once you got settled and started chatting you joked “hey Cads I didn’t know you had cool friends, I thought you’d only knew math nerds like yourself, oh and I’m (Y/N) by the way” “oh right, this is my cousin, everyone say hi” the group says hi “ooo nice pants” you say to a girl with dyed green tips in her hair and the coolest pants you’ve ever seen “thanks, the name’s Janis by the way” she sticks out her hand for you to shake and you do “nice to me you” you say with a wink “ew stop being gay” the blonde one jokes “Regina shut up you literally have a girlfriend” Janis says lightly punching the blonde in the arm. “Is anyone in this group straight?” You say through a laugh “as of last week, nope” says a boy with brown hair who you honestly expected to be the token straight shaking his head “ah yes our baby gay, this is Aaron he just came out be patient with him” Regina says patting Aaron’s head. Two more girls and a boy show up “sorry we’re late Karen lost her phone” the more visual anxious and shorter of the two girls says “it was in the freezer” the boy says “oh who is this?” The boy asks genuinely curious “Cady’s cousin” Aaron says with a smile “can we like rapid fire everyone’s name and pronouns really quick for me” you ask getting a little confused. “I’ll go first even though you already know my name Cady, she/her” “Janis, they/she but honestly any I don’t really care” “Regina, she/her” “Damian, the badest/bitch no I’m just kidding he/him or they/them is cool” “Aaron, he/him? Those are the boy ones, right?” “yes Aaron good job” Janis says laughing and giving him a thumbs up “Karen, she/they? I think” “Gretchen, also she/they” Cady is happy to see that you seem to like her friends “what about you (Y/N)?” Regina asks “oh um (your pronouns) works” you say with an awkward thumbs up “so (y/n) where are you from and what brings you here?” Gretchen asks excited to know more about you “oh um I’m from Florida and I recently got suspended from my last school so my dad thought it would be a good idea to send me here to live with my aunt and Cady to “think about my highly irresponsible and destructive behavior” I honestly don’t think what I did was that big of a deal given the circumstances” you say kind of annoyed, the annoyance directed at your father “ooo what’d you do?” Janis asks suddenly more intrigued “oh I punched a dude in his face and lit his backpack on fire for harassing me but like it’s honestly not my fault if we think about it, I reported his behavior twice and told him if he didn’t leave me alone I’d punch him in the face and light his backpack on fire, He for some reason thought I was joking and when I was walking to lunch slapped my ass and said “give me a chance this dick can turn any dyke straight” then winked at me so I punched him and pulled out my lighter and whoosh fire” you said doing jazz hands when you said fire “that’s freakin awesome” Janis says enthusiastically and the group turns to look at her confused “oh um not the getting harassed part but like what you did was to that dude, that was like so tits” she explains “tits?” you say confused “i got this, “tits” is one of Janis’ fun little words she uses and it typically means awesome, really cool, or fuck yeah” Damian explains with a smile “tits” you say with a small chuckle “wait you’re from Florida? Have you ever seen an alligator?” Karen asks “yes I have they’re not as scary as people say” you respond “that’s like really cool” Karen says with a smile “oh my gosh your hair is like so fetch” Gretchen says after looking at you for a little bit “um thank you? I’m assuming that also means cool?” You say slowly and confused “yeah pretty much” Regina says patting Gretchen on the shoulder before she freaks out. Hanging out with them, you thought they were really cool so switching to a new school and state for your last year of high school might not suck as much as you thought .

A/N: guys I don’t know anything about Florida but it felt homophobic so I used it lmao also I think I’m gonna do this in parts I know I said Janis x cady’s cousin and I will give that to you but I want to know if you like it so far before I go hardcore into the story lol

#mean girls #janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #cady heron #karen shetty #gretchen wieners #damian hubbard #aaron samuels

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kirarafelis · 5 months

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Character biographies part 1.5 + art!

DUNCAN

Name: Duncan

Likes: Wild events.

Dislikes: His given daily schedule and responsibilities.

Known for: Being the only one not interested in any sort of justice within his family.

Why TDI?: To get something new and different out of life.

Duncan comes from a long line of cops. His dad is a cop. His mom is a cop. His uncle, aunt, grandma, and cousins are cops. Unlike them, however, Duncan isn't that interested in that end of the spectrum; he'd rather get some enjoyment, and he's the type who probably shouldn't be trusted with any sort of authority anyways. So Duncan's parents decided to just throw random hobbies at him to keep him from doing anything too mischievous, such as but not limited to: fashion, knitting, and sewing. He's already gotten some warnings, which his mom had to talk out. He's also been put into boarding school after several school hops and pretty much well indulged by his dad to keep him from screwing up their family line reputation. Duncan doesn't necessarily care enough to get the full learning experience from boarding school, though, in his words, he'd rather do an "innovative, creative" break in to show his artistic skills than go through another art class. He also has street smarts and isn't afraid to use them. Despite his cocky nature, the therapists who have worked with Duncan will say he has potential and wants to do good for the world; it just isn't shown exactly through his exterior. When Duncan isn't being put through excessive work or lectures, he looks for ways to curb his boredom, like signing up for Total Drama Island. Duncan figured it couldn't be much worse than a day at boarding school. and, who knows, it could be fun to mess around there. It's not like he's doing anything else this summer.

GWEN

Name: Gwen

Likes: Hosting mold breaking parties from the norm with her little brother.

Dislikes: Following trends.

Known for: Putting beef bouillon cubes in the Community Pool

Why TDI?: To have a good time and the money would really help her mom.

The daughter of a single mom, Gwen was a latchkey kid who grew up taking care of her brother. That's cool with Gwen, because she likes helping out her mom and has tons of fun with her brother, too.

Like the time they put a bunch of beef bouillon cubes into the community pool. (At least the neighborhood dogs were happy!)

The only other thing that Gwen is REALLY passionate about is organizing parties. She believes they can be a substantial form of self-expression; she's been told plenty of her uniqueness for it, and she herself hopes to make the most norm-breaking party ever gain traction without having to go by a single trend for it. One day after all, the last thing she'd do is follow a trend. Maybe a Trent, but never a trend. (wink wink!) Although she's pretty popular for her parties, she is the loner at school. At the same time, she isn’t seen much with others; she spends most of her time instead watching and generating new ideas. But ask someone, and they will say that for a loner, she is a pretty rad one.

Gwen heard about total drama from her brother, and after looking into it, she decided it's just what she'd be looking for in an island retreat. Activities, fun, and relaxation.

Plus, if she wins the $100,000, it would sure make life easier for her mom. Gwen may seem tough as nails on the outside, but when it comes to her family, she's as soft as... well, a marshmallow.

GEOFF

Name: Geoff

Likes: Art, camping, and hanging out at the beach.

Dislikes: Parties that get too wild and shallow superficial people.

Known for: Always drawing in his free time at school.

Why TDI?: A experience different from the typical partying, if not that there’s camping.

Geoff grew up in a party town on the west coast. Spring break, long weekends, summertime—people came from all around to party in his town. So it's not a surprise due to the fact that Geoff isn’t exactly the biggest partygoer; he ended up coming across as an odd one out, or just quite literally an outcast. Now Geoff has seen, at a young age, how to really party. REALLY. He's the oldest of five brothers, but being the oldest also leads to the most responsibilities. Usually, when a party is over, he takes on the job of cleaning up the mess. (One time, almost the entire floor was flooded with fruit punch!) Now he doesn't hold any grudge against his brothers or parents for this, though; it is his duty as the eldest, but he isn't exactly happy about it either. And he thinks that at times the parties start to become too repetitive and similar. Even if Geoff says he hates the idea of doing parties entirely, thanks to his bohemian parents (who met, married, and conceived Geoff on a beach), Geoff still has chillaxin' party-hearty DNA in his blood, even if not apparent. He's the star quarterback on his high school football team, and they’ve scored plenty of wins, but the thing that truly highlights Geoff is his passion for art. A fair share of the cool kids are pretty interested in his art and hang out with him for it. He couldn’t care less about if they were “cool” or not, though; he’d hang out with anyone regardless of where they lie. Geoff's goal is to take a bit out of life and chew it until there's nothing left but seeds that he can scatter into the wind to start with a canvas all over again. His eventual plan is to become a professional artist who brings emotion and laughs with his works. He thinks that would be the most awesome career ever. He can't even imagine how great that would be, and he would definitely ace it, too. He wants to be able to make people feel together. Geoff also enjoys spending time at the beach or in the woods on weekends and sketching on his pad. Now, being real about it, Geoff wasn't exactly expecting to be on Total Drama Island this year; his brothers just thought he totally should give the show a try, so eventually he gave in and auditioned. He was surprised to actually be picked though he didn't actually expect to be spending his summer on a reality TV show. He doesn't mind too much, though; it might be fun.

BRIDGETTE

Name: Bridgette

Likes: Strummin’ on her ukulele

Dislikes: People who aren't kind to Mother Earth

Known For: Her sense of humor and creativity

Why TDI?: To spread the message of cosmic love through music.

Bridgette grew up in a small west coast town, and it shows. She’s always enjoyed the simple things, from the rhythm of a waterfall down to the melody of a bird. She’s an expert at riding bikes too; she first learned to ride one before she could even walk! When she’s just on a stroll, though, she's kind of klutzy. She's done her fair share of lead-outs. (And they were all on foot!) Luckily, she's also got a healing touch. Bridgette's strongest attributes are her sense of humor and her creativity. She's a pretty laid-back, go-with-the-flow girl, and her best friend is her mom. They both love flowers, crystals, and everything else that is part of Mother Nature's beautiful bounty. Bridgette's mom is proud of her not only because she's a giving person, but also because she's also on the honor roll at school. She’s also considered pretty cool for her ukulele-playing skills. People will say she can play it in a unique way you don’t see every day. Bridgette signed up for Total Drama Island because she always tries to open herself up to new opportunities. She's already biked off a hill in Peru, helped build houses in a third-world country, and spent a summer making rugs in a monastery in Nepal. Bridgette's goal is to keep the vibe flowing in a good way. That's why she always uses her ability to make soothing music to raise money for charities. She can be seen on social media or performing on the street, but no matter what, she makes sure she stores the money to be put to good use for good causes. Bridgette hopes that her time on Total Drama Island will spread the message of music to communicate nature and cosmic love to a larger audience.

TRENT

Name: Trent

Likes: Collecting seashells as well as everything else the shore has to offer… in pairs of nine.

Dislikes: His dad telling him to become an accountant.

Known For: Being a cool guy.

Why TDI?: It sounded like a good way to spend the summer

Trent is a guy who is very interested in the ocean and he believes it has spiritual secrets if you look deep enough. That’s why since he could barely walk he’s been exploring the shore. In fact He’s proud to call himself the most knowledgeable kid concerning the local beaches. Eventually, Trent's goal is to have his own full fledged rockin’ artifact collection. Trent is also peculiarly good at surfing in edition to that all. Trent has never gone out of his way to "get" people to like him. He'd just rather chill and get a good view of everything going on in the world. He's a straight shooter who tells it like it is. He would never say he's the "cool guy." Trent is the kind of guy who gets girls and has the other guys admiring him. He's just too likable to hate. His surfing and scavenging skills seal his status as one cool compadre. In his junior high graduating class he was voted as "Most Mysterious and Irresistible." (It was later discovered that the Voting Committee was comprised completely of girls, all of whom dated Trent.) Despite his good looks and easy going matter, Trent is smarter than he's given credit for. Though his grades don't reflect it, his IQ is well above anyone's expectations, including his own. His Dad wished he would follow in his footsteps and become an accountant, to which Trent has four words... NOT - IN - THIS - LIFETIME! Trent auditioned for Total Drama Island because it sounded like a cool way to spend the summer...and $100,000 would make a nice funding for that scuba gear and other

Footnote: Wow, this was harder than it should’ve been for me to make… if I had to say out of all of them here, Geoff took the longest to come up with. Even then though I feel like I could do better tried as hard as I could though for right now anyways, anddd I’m hoping to not take as long with future batches. Also I’ll definitely draw very cool shots for Tyler, Courtney, and Lindsay later on the future as well even if I already did their biographies.🤩

#swap au #total drama #au #artwork #I know I had such good scene choices to redraw #td duncan #td gwen #td geoff #td bridgette #td trent #my art #This took so long to make I’m sorry #Character biographies #td swap au

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tagged by @sirianasims

oc deep dive with Jude Turner

What uncommon/common fear do they have? If you ask him, he'll try to convince you it's something stupid like bicycles or his teacher's pinky toe after the time she wore sandals to class and it poked out over the strap, but actually he's afraid of his own thoughts and dying alone. Speaking of, anyone single? Wanna make out for a while?

Do they have any pet peeves? People who take everything so seriously. Painful bores. People who are obsessed with World War 2

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Rugby boots with mud still in the studs and getting all over the hardwood floor. Charcoal dust and mounds of sketchbooks, three coffee cups he neglected to return to the kitchen two weeks ago.

What do they notice first in a person? Something in their eye that tells him they know how to have fun and get up to trouble. A sense of humour, a nice mouth and teeth.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 5. Average, baby!

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Flight. Oh things are hard? Brb deleting my socials again. Forgot to text back. Oh? Did you email me? Sorry I've been super busy...

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? It's him and Ivy and their parents really. He's not a family person with regards to his fathers side (they are weird) or his mother's Dublin family. He yearns for the peaceful days at great aunt Maureen's and her four adult children....

What animal represents them best? Monkey.

What is a smell that they dislike? Tequila, Weed, Vomit, in that order.

Have they broken any bones? Of course. He got his hands on a skateboard at 10 and immediately tripped down a flight of concrete steps and shattered his arm bone. Being in a cast was cool though, everyone like, signed it and shit.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Wild, manic, troublesome (words taken directly from parent teacher reports)

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Surprisingly, a morning person. He got used to being up early to get Ivy ready for school when his mom started going to work at 7:30. He stays up late sometimes, sure, but his inner alarm clock always has him wide awake at 7.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Jude is not picky, he's an eater, but don't come at him with those big, wet, brown mushrooms they give you with your hotel breakfast. Not in a million years. Flavours he loves is broad, so I'll choose his ice cream preferences. Pistachio, sea salt, raspberry, cherry.

Do they have any hobbies? Drawing, rugby, playstation, hanging out with friends.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He is overjoyed! You guys did this for me? Whaaaaat?

Do they like to wear jewelry? Have you seen his cute lil earrings?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Neat enough, c'mon, he's an artiste. His pen control is exemplary

What are two emotions they feel the most? Boredom and melancholy (in private only, thanks)

Do they have a favorite fabric? Plain old cotton. None of that poly-whatever shit. He doesn't need to be the yellow-sweat-stains guy.

What kind of accent do they have? The weirdest Dublin/American hybrid. At this stage of the story he's pretty much just an Irish guy who says a couple of vowels in a weird-ish way.

This was fun! I'll tag @lynzishell @elderwisp @earthmoonz @stillgotme @rebouks @daniigh0ul @scrapplesims

#ask game #lucky boy extras

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The yellowjackets as cousins (for the sake of shipping let's pretend the ones that date are second cousins and Yellowjackets is set in Alabama)

• Natalie's parents drop her off before the event starts and go off to do some last minute shit. She runs up to your room and jumps on you while you are still asleep to wake you up. She's that fucking cousin that doesn't let you have a moment of peace from the moment they show up to the moment they leave. Lowkey you love them though.

• Jackie is that cool older cousin who's home from college and is constantly checking her phone. She smells good and gifts everyone those showel gel/loofa/bath salts sets (not so much the bath salts anymore, since that time Natalie tried sniffing them)

Gets teased about having a clingy bf but she's texting Shauna the whole time.

• Shauna is the broody cousin who doesn't even wanna come to this stupid thing, she's not even gonna have fun so why can't her parents let her stay home? She ends up having fun and her parents have to drag her back to the car to get home at the end of the day.

• Taissa is the one that decides to take on babysitting or help out around the kitchen or whatever and usually has to be told to let loose and have fun because she's so type A she tries to organise shit she has no authority over. The smaller cousins do stacks on Taissa. Van usually starts the dogpile.

• Van is the laid-back cousin who sets up the video games and is beloved by all the tiny cousins. She clears everyone at Mario kart and smash bros and is the only one who can get Taissa to unwind. Taissa is the only one who can clear her in smash.

• Misty is that cousin who hangs out with the adults and tries to help around the kitchen all the time until her aunt forcibly drags her to the rec room (at the rich relatives' house) where everyone is playing board games and stuff. She finds a puzzle or a deck of cards and tries to get a game of solitaire going but some younger cousins decide to mess with her and she retaliates and ends up in a prank war.

• Mari is the younger cousin who fucks with everybody. Brings gag gifts and tries that fucking stick of chewing gum prank every. Goddamn. Holiday. You know which one I mean:

On the upside she packs a fucktonne of snacks which she shares if you're chill.

Her gum prank snapped one of Jackie's fake nails off once so Shauna retaliated by popping her inflatable duck. It was a whole thing.

• Lottie is petting all the pets. She's running around the house chasing the cat. She's not gonna pull its tail, she hasn't done that since she was two, but she will feed the dog under the table to try to win him over. She's the reason you have ants.

• Laura Lee's family is the one that insists on saying a prayer before every meal. Everyone else is messing around at the kids table but she's actually paying attention, or if it's in a different room, she's the one leading it. She's that one that hangs around the back of the group and acts like a moral compass. "Yeah Mr Sharpe's may have run over your bike Natalie but I don't think it's right to paint his dog red".

• Javi is the baby of the family and everyone is super protective and he is that kid that is just chill and will sit down and colour for fun and he gives out handmade gifts like macaroni necklaces and you all have matching friendship bracelets courtesy of Javi Martinez 🥹

• Travis is that asshole who takes his shit out on everyone else and ruins the vibe. His little brother tries to hang with him but he thinks he's too cool to give him the time of day and just pushes him away, and ends up sitting alone cause no one likes that he's an asshole. Most of the cousin jokes are about how he just needs to get laid. He usually just hogs some prime real estate on the couch and heckles everyone playing video games. Won't play anymore because the few times he tried after talking shit he got his ass summarily handed to him so now he just sits there and sooks and brags about how he could beat everyone if he wanted to, he's just taking it easy on everyone because he's nice. He's the biggest asshole there.

#yellowjackets #headcanons #hcs #mine #my babies #thoughts #Natalie Scatorccio #Misty Quigley #Shauna Shipmam #Jackie Taylor #Taissa Turner #Van Palmer #Mari Yellowjackets #Laura Lee yellowjackets #Javi Martinez #travis martinez

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In pursuit of happiness | Various Genshin Impact men x Reader

Summary: The task of an aunt was no easy thing, especially towards a rambunctious and curious nephew who can not sit still. After a bad car accident, the two of them awaken in the world of Teyvat where Y/n must do her best to not only keep herself and her nephew alive to find a way back home but to also beat back all kinds of suitors and become the pseudo mother to every child she meets and her nephew befriends.

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"I think one of the best days of my life was when my nephew was born. Since then, we’ve been two peas in a pod. He looks up to me though he probably shouldn’t.”

It seemed like yesterday that her nephew, [Nephew’s name], was born. They weren’t in the delivery room or even in the hospital when it happened because she was too busy dressing to impress. She was always so close to her sister knowing that she practically raised her when their parents were away at work.

He was so small, and she was understandably afraid of holding him. But once she did, she knew immediately that she would do her best to protect him from the world, from anyone that would attempt to hurt him.

She was going to become their cool, rich aunt for him.

And she did.

Seeing him grow up before her very eyes was a blessing as he always followed behind her like a duckling which everyone around them always found funny and cute. He was always seen going to her room to hang out or even ask questions. He would grin and flash his signature smile at everyone whenever they went out. He would ask so many questions about everything he saw the moment he started talking and that was slowly becoming exhausting with how much he had to say.

But Y/n knew kids his age were curious little shits. How dare you attempt to stop his pursuit of knowledge of the world around him.

In his eyes, Y/n was amazing

She was strong and cool – amazed by everything that she could do. He has immense love for her that he once upon a time ago called her mom, which she immediately corrected. He was happy with her as his aunt, especially when she was living with him and he could see her every day and tell her everything about what happened in school, who he befriended and what he ate.

Y/n played along and indulged him at home if he wanted to play any games like Pokemon or watch shows like Dinosaur King.

They even had nicknames for each other.

Though the young woman had various for him, his current favorite was Nugget because not only he liked chicken nuggets, but he loved his pet chickens. Yes, he has pet chickens. He dreams often of owning his own ranch like his grandparents and in secret, Y/n was in the works of getting ducklings.

“Today was fun!” he cried out from the backseat, sipping on the McDonald’s blue raspberry drink. The young [Hair color]-ette chuckled, looking into the rearview mirror briefly before turning her eyes back on the road.

“I’m glad, Nugget. You even made a few new friends.”

“Ehe.”

Ah, why was he so cute?!

And that was exactly why Y/n was adamant and careful whenever they went. Yes, there are some sick bastards out there that would take advantage of him but not on Y/n’s watch.

Meanwhile, [Nephew’s name] was watching. Aunt Y/n is amazing! How come there wasn’t anyone in their life?

Was she… swinging for the other team as she always put it???

It was okay if she did because she was still going to be his aunt – he just didn’t want her to be lonely but he would also be having a hard time letting her go because he was quite possessive of her. They are his favorite aunt after all.

In his heart, he hoped that whoever heard him will grant him his wish for his beloved aunt to find someone she absolutely cares and when she does, they can have kids like his parents and he could then have some cousins to play with and look after since they would be so young.

He was definitely going to be the best cousin!

‘Please… please give my aunt a happy life. She makes me so happy that she deserves to be happy too. The kind of happiness that my mommy and daddy have.’

He poured his little heart into the wish that someone indeed heard his wish.

The unknown being smiled at how selfless the wish was – to wish for the happiness of someone else even if that someone was a family member. But how could they ignore an innocent child’s wish?

Especially since they were of her blood.

However, this wish would come with its consequences.

The woman didn’t have ties to anyone that went beyond familiar love – that would have upset the boy. But the unknown being didn’t stop at this world as their vision took them to another world where there were quite a few potential candidates. They smiled happily at the discovery, but their smile soured at the thought of what was to come next.

For them to go to the other world…

As cliché as it sounded, it was all a blur what happened next as the car suddenly lost control after a car from the other lane t-boned the driver side. Y/n’s first instinct was to quickly look back at her nephew and her heart immediately dropped to her stomach seeing how scared he was as the car rolled over onto the side of the road, the other car skidding to a stop but that wasn’t important to the young woman. Once it stopped, carefully, she made her way back to [Nephew’s Name], cradling him in her arms as he sobbed almost uncontrollably. He was uninjured, which was a huge relief for her, but she didn’t leave unscathed as the glass from the windshield cut her forehead and body. Her arm was actually dislocated but she didn’t notice them as she was more concerned with the boy.

“Hey, nugget. It’s fine… Everything’s going to be okay.” She said with a strained voice as the pain grew, the boy continuing to sob into her chest.

Without even realizing it, she was drifting to sleep as the pain was getting too great.

‘He’s safe… he’s safe… Thank God, he’s safe...’

-x-

To say she was shocked was the understatement of the century as not long ago, her eyes fluttered, blinded by the sun’s light momentarily before adjusting to the wilds around her. Resting against her chest and arms, a coat was wrapped around the boy like a cocoon, [Nephew’s name] soundlessly sleeping even though she had no recollection of him falling asleep either.

Her heart suddenly ached, reminded of the car crash, tears streaming down her cheeks as she was guilt-ridden in giving him such an awful memory, possibly traumatizing him. Holding him close, ignoring the chilling breeze, she continued to give warmth to the one person that mattered to her the most. After he had woken up, he was smiling once again, knowing that his aunt was okay.

“The meaner must be punished!” he exclaimed, pouting angrily at the remembrance of the car that crashed into them earlier. This earned a chuckle before slowly sitting up more and looking around at the surroundings. It looked to be a hut of some kind and only one way to get in and out. It had no door either as that explained the way the chilling breeze was coming in. There were no sounds of firetrucks, or paramedics… heck, not even the lights from the police cars...

“Yeah. I think your mom and dad are going to have a nice chat with them.” She entertained the thought of seeing the boy’s parents suddenly beating the driver of the other car to a pulp. They were quite protective of him, and it would make for an interesting headline.

“Ha! Mommy would beat them to a pulp!”

Yes, he was her nephew alright.

“Well now. We better leave here. Maybe if we walk out close to the road, maybe someone will see us?” She asked to herself mainly as she carried the little one in her arms, marching out of the hut, the light blinding her momentarily as it then cleared up for the two to see unfamiliar woods and cliffs.

There were no cliffs where they were from.

There were plains and forests, but cliffs like the ones in front of them were nonexistent in their hometown.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw masked figures that had fur around their necks and their skin colored dark. They had horns protruding from their head besides their masks that covered their faces. They all noticed the two that were exiting the hut and Y/n quickly hugged her nephew close when they walked closer only to then present fruits and cooked fish for them.

[Nephew’s name] hopped out of his aunt's arms, walked towards the strange creatures, and saw apples in one of the baskets. To the creatures, they felt warmth as they were in their presence, both the young woman and the child as the boy gently took one of the apples and smiled brightly. They all were so blessed to have witnessed the pure happiness of the child as they quickly went to the young woman and pulled her along.

“They’re trying to feed us! And it looks like they healed you too, auntie!” [Nephew’s Name] said as he happily bit into the apple as Y/n looked at her body, now noticing that her arm was back in place and her arms were covered in bandages and some healing ointments.

Looking back at the creatures, she smiled gently.

“Thank you for healing me. And I suppose you helped in sheltering us, did you?” She asked the leader of the group, who nodded their head vigorously and wore what looked like robes and carried around an enormous staff that liked two times bigger than itself and edged the basket of fruit closer to them. She didn’t know how long she was asleep, but it had to be a long time for her stomach to growl at that exact time.

Around the same time, as she walked, the ground beneath her and her nephew cheered, and the winds blowing through the camp hummed in delight like all life around them. The creatures did the same, dancing happily as they had the two walk with them to see even bigger versions of themselves.

‘She’s back!’

‘She has returned!’

‘A child of Teyvat! She brings a child of Teyvat!’

‘She’s returned!’

‘She returns with an heir!’

‘An heir!’

‘Our divine creator and an heir!’

-x-

A year had passed quickly before Y/n and her nephew, grew accustomed to their new lives, with at first mourning the fact that there was still no way home and quite possibly never. Second, they, mainly Y/n, had to quickly find a job or two to be able to support her nephew. Luckily, she was a good writer and painter so when she started to set her painting station out for the public to see and when she finished one, people started to commission her one after the other. Though she now had a permanent job, she did a lot of traveling due to people of other nations discovering her talent but also because her nephew wanted to explore the lands.

In that year, you heard excited whisperings and tales that the people of this world, Teyvat, were in search of their Divine Creator.

Before the existence of the Archons, Teyvat and Celestia were the Divine Creator. The Divine Creator was a being of light and full of love before then creating the gods and Celestia with a song. The gods sang along with the creator as they created the stars, the skies, the seas, and winds, and Teyvat itself. There was peace and harmony as the Divine Creator sang again by itself to create humans and the creatures that will roam Teyvat.

Before the Archon Wars, it was said that the Divine Creator objected to the war, finding it unnecessary for all the gods to fight to the death while also endangering Teyvat and all that lived in it. But just before their decision was accepted, a strange light surrounded them, and where her figure was before, it was empty.

She was gone.

The Gods in Celestia, the creatures of Teyvat, and every other being cried out at the disappearance of their Divine Creator, but none more in anguish than Teyvat themselves. There were shouts louder than the rest as putting their sorrows into the wars that were about to happen. Their pain went into anger as they killed mercilessly and a few devout followers cried at such destruction, a feeling of knowing that this wasn’t what the Divine Creator wanted.

Many centuries passed and with the few surviving gods, becoming the next Archons, Celestia was still unsatisfied as the Divine Creator has yet to be found or have come back yet. Some had proclaimed that the Divine Creator was just a myth, a metaphor of what really happened that triggered the Archon Wars. But that didn’t stop the Archons that ruled the current nations of Teyvat to await their return wherever they may be.

It was a good story as Y/n decided to recount the tale to her nephew, his eyes sparkling at the fantastical theme about it.

But it was all real to the people here as military groups and adventurers alike were on the same zealotic mission of finding this Divine Creator. It got so big that even the Archons and the people in charge of the nations themselves were joining in on the searches.

“Auntie! Let's go to Starfell Valley! Or we can go to Falcon Coast! Maybe Mt. Hulao near the stone forests! You haven’t drawn those places yet!”

This got a chuckle out of the young woman as she held her energetic nephew’s hand, who was savoring a sticky honey roast as they decided to head out into the wilderness back home to the camp of Hilichurls where they stayed as they finished buying supplies. Though as they went back out, Y/n didn’t notice the looks that the men were giving to her though [Nephew’s Name] did as he cautiously tilted his head a bit and there were little pops of explosions that broke their stares and focused more on not burning to death.

Hah, it was going to be a while to find someone worthy of his aunt.

“Perhaps we can go traveling tomorrow. It’s going to be sunny all day after all.”

“Yeah! And the Hilichurls can come with us too!” He wasn’t going to let his aunt know that he had some powers. He was her knight in shining armor for now thanks to the Hilichurls and giving him lessons.

They had endured this long, they can endure a while more as they survive in this world long enough to go back home.

-x-

The representatives of the Seven Nations of Teyvat gathered in the meeting room, their nation's Archons behind them as they stared down at the map. There were red markers, x’s crossed out in places that they have checked and places where they remembered the Creator to frequent when she visited Teyvat in person.

“So far, she is not there. We’ve had many still keep an eye out for her.”

They all remembered how that warm feeling suddenly appeared.

The Archons recognized the warmth as they have been in such presence long ago. But it was much stronger now as they roamed the wilderness of Teyvat, but the closer that they got, the warmth would disappear and reappear somewhere else.

They were adamant and zealous enough to continue to use their resources to comb through Teyvat and find their Divine Creator and worship her, letting her see the fruits of her labor grow to what Teyvat currently is.

As all this was happening, Y/n sneezed, covering her face as she looked around everywhere, her face a bit heated from letting out a sneeze.

“I think someone’s talking about you, Auntie.” Said the young child beside her, his hand in hers as they walked together through Liyue today, her bag of goods and her trusty sketchbook in hand.

“You think so?”

“I know so! Though I hope it's none of those Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt… or the Commission… the guards here too because you’re so pretty.”

“You say that because you’re my nephew, Nugget.” Y/n pinched his cheeks lightly, earning a giggle out of him which made the winds and the plants flutter to life, blessed to hear their heir’s laughter.

Amused as well as they were blissfully unaware of the chaos that was happening around them.

Well I initially posted this first on Ao3 and it seemed a lot of people liked it and I was initially reluctant I posting it here. But thanks to a friend who introduced me the game, I couldn't put it down. And to be honest, this story started off as an Isekai not a SAGAU. But Tumblr is full of this so i had an idea inspired by some adventures I have with my own nephew. I hope you like it.

#self aware genshin au #genshin impact cult au #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin sagau #female reader

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I hope this doesn't annoy you but I saw your post about Finarfin interacting with his babies like they're small adults and became obsessed with it (change my life so much bro). I hope you don't mind but I want to ask for more fluff/headcanons about the House of Finarfin, especially with the fact that you went with the Orodreth-son-of-Angrod (I love that shit) so now I am desperate for more.

ajsldkjh thanks???? also don't worry. i don't get anywhere near enough asks for them to be annoying lol

Olwe lovingly handcrafted a beautiful cradle for his great-grandchild but it basically never gets used because Orodreth is constantly either being held by someone or in a sling on someone's chest

Finrod has a particular tendency to steal him for hours at a time. it's his first nibling and he's a little excited. Angrod and Edalote have trouble getting him back sometimes

"i need him back, it's time for him to have a bath" "i can do it" "give me my son back ingoldo" "would you deprive him of quality time with his favorite uncle?????? 🥺" "favorite? he can't even walk yet-"

i would say that Earwen forced her sons to take their little sister with them everywhere when they were younger but in reality they willingly toted her around all the time. sometimes to activities (e.g. hunting) that their parents would prefer she didn't participate in just yet *cough cough* AEGNOR *cough*

Finrod is in fact Galadriel's favorite brother most of the time but if anyone tells him this she will Stab them

Finrod might be more nerd than jock but if anyone makes fun of him over this they will face his siblings' wrath because they're the only ones allowed to do that, of course. go after Turgon all you want tho (lying. you will still get beat up)

tbh the Arafinwean household just wasn't that loud growing up, but there's a still a distinct difference between quiet time silence and mischief silence (TM). finarfin can detect it in approximately 0.3 seconds. still not fast enough sometimes

that first part doesn't hold up in beleriand. Finduilas has LUNGS and she considers it her Eru-given obligation to use them. Fingon thinks it's cute. he isn't the one raising her

one of the reasons Angrod and Aegnor like hanging out with Fingon when they're younger is bc he's older than Finrod and can therefore override his "safety concerns," whatever that means lol. it's the cousin equivalent of knowing mom will say no and going to ask dad instead

Galadriel is the cool aunt who enjoys spoiling Orodreth and later Finduilas whenever possible. like okay yeah maybe her parents don't want her going down to ivrin by herself yet or whatever but how much could it hurt really???

after she has Celebrian she realizes she might have a few apologies to make. still not very many. they asked her to babysit they trusted her to make decisions at their own risk.

prank wars with the nolofinweans

just. consider eldarin prank wars. they could last for centuries

#finrod felagund #finrod #silm #silmarillion #finduilas #angrod #orodreth #aegnor #finarfin #earwen #thanks for the ask!

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fishing-lesbian-catgirl · 4 months

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hey which arknights character would you want to be best friends with

This is a hard question because there’s so many good answers, especially depending on whether I want to get something out of it besides a cool friend. My thoughts below:

Firstly, Asbestos is my favorite arknights girl. However she’s also extremely noteworthy for being a huge asshole who has few friends and doesn’t want many. She’s also an explorer who spends months on end adventuring on expeditions, she would barely be around and when she is she would be insulting me constantly. She’s also 5’1” so it would be very funny to watch her try and bully me when I’m over a foot taller than her scrawny ass. I love her but in terms of what makes a good friend I think she’s a very bad pick, but that’s okay honestly

Here are some of the other operators that came to mind and why

Gravel would give you kissies even as a friend and would probably cuddle too

Whislash would get drunk a lot when we hang out and probably get all handsy. She’s an alcoholic wine aunt but shes very hot so I would enjoy being around her and helping her when she drinks too much I think

Ptilopsis seems like a lovely lady who I would really like to talk to and be friends with even though most people think she’s weird

Catapult would be fun to hang out with, she loves skipping out on responsibilities and having fun but she also has a good heart

If I’m a friend with a member of Pinus Sylvestris can I be friends with all of them? That would be ideal

I would love to get to know Margaret Nearl but I probably wouldn’t be able to help myself from falling for her like every other woman in the world

Lappland might stab me. This is not a downside it’s actually a bit of a plus

Tomimi is totally a himejoshi and I want to talk yuri with her. Also I hope she lets me touch her huge tail

I want to play Minecraft with Jessica

Utage would help me with clothes shopping and her knowledge of fashion and stuff would be very helpful to have for someone as ignorant about style as me. Also she seems fun to hang out with

Manticore has trouble making friends and that makes me pity her. I also love her and think she would be a fun person to be around even if she turns invisible if she stands still for 5 seconds. Autistic to autistic communication

Blue poison makes tasty treats but people don’t want to try them bc she has skin that secretes poison. I’d eat them I trust her

But if I really had to give an answer in terms of purely who would be a good friend to have, it would have to be either Blemishine or Cement. They’re both so positive and nice and also helpful. Their personalities are great and I want to be friends with them. Blem could also help you with her engineering skills and Cement could help you build stuff if you needed a hand, but that’s less important than them simply being kind people

#arknights #anon ask

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AK & VK's Hobbies

A lot of the AKS probs do horse-riding too cause rich kids and their parents have pet horses mostly in canon stuff.

Also hanging out with pets for VKs and AKs since they all have pets galore. Though no one has more than Aladdin, Jasmine and their kids’ massive menagerie.

Everyone sings (probs various degrees of good)

Harriet: Likes doodling (not coherent usually & just for her eyes only) and reading.

Harry & CJ: They like to read but mostly for the dramaticness & extraness. And because they are Hook’s kids so classical literature and stuff is easy for them. It’s probably a hobby that surprises people the most!

^ the hook kids’ hobbies are also inspired by chats with @panthera-tigris-venenata

Hook kids may also play some instruments cause their dad does (piano, harpsichord and from jake and the Neverland pirates: the trumpet)

Ben: Headcanon that he can do some ‘tinkering’ with things. Not full on inventing like his grandfather, Maurice or like Carlos. But it’s a talent he has from spending lots of time with his grandad during his childhood.

He is probably a great assistant/helper! His mode of doing things is trial and error! Though he probably does know the basics pretty well. It helps him relax and calm down. It transports him to simpler times with his grandad and the stories he used to hear.

Audrey: Swordfighting, fencing & jousting with & cause of her parents (mum too cause in one disney picture book Aurora does joust! which is cool of Disney to give us content for. Also Aurora uses a sword in concept art).

Spending time with woodland creatures, hearing stories from her ‘great-aunts’-the 3 good fairies and gramma. She likes foraging. Embroidery and stitching too maybe. Probs likes reading stories too. She also writes her diary.

Gil: possibly woodworking/carpentry? But he values detail, style and elegance and likes engraving it with art unlike his father who only cares about its functionality and just generally leaves it like bare and crude. People also hc he likes gardening which is cute!

Hunting responsibly? A take I heard once. Like he only takes what he needs and sometimes just enjoys running after animals and not actually hunting if that made any sense.

‘Uma’s wicked book for VKs’ said he made Uma and Harry’s outfits for em I think so he’s a fashion designer too? Or maybe they gave him special instructions that he followed. Good for him. Cause dude can still sew then.

Jay & Jade: Practicing disguises (Jafar & Nasira both got disguises in canon so like just a family thing). Practicing magic when they get to Auradon (Jay is 1/4th Genie in mine. Plus Jafar & Nasira do have some magic of their own so do Jay & Jade).

Anthony: reading, upcycling outfits & accessories (because a line in the 1st book saying his outfits look regal & tailor-made somehow though they’re made of the same materials other’s outfits are made of. He generally makes any outfits work but further elevated by him tailoring stuff).

He likes spending time with his mum, siblings, cousins, pet(s) & his bestie, Eddie Balthazar! Loves throwing parties (based on the 1st ‘isle’ book again, saying he throws great parties)- he just enjoys the effort, the pay off & it helps him unwind (good for him. ambivert vibes).

Thinking up business strategies, accounting & book keeping! (Why are these in his hobbies? He finds it pretty fun when it all works out. So generally ‘plotting’? Yeah. Likes things organised), being a taste tester for his sibling’s food creations (they’re just good at it), dignifiedly sassing annoying isle people (mostly villains, some won’t get it sometimes) & learnin‘ stuff like languages!

He can play the piano but not really something he likes as much (wind instruments aren't his thing just like they weren’t his mum’s thing). Probs likes the idea of dueling but not exactly good at it?

Hadie: Likes rock & roll music like his dad, maybe he likes giving himself new piercings as a hobby? (met someone who did this irl! sounds cool but be careful). Likes to be a pest to the villains who are horrible parents and people (like him bothering Frollo to do his fortune quite regularly- @panthera-tigris-venenata made a post bout this! Give it a read, it's such a treat).

is the prince of the underworld so he likes to practice magic with his dad though you don’t really see results on the isle cause of the no-magic nature of the barrier (I suppose other magic users also found it very hard learning magic without well, magic! His irises glow yellow sometimes & his blue hair lights on fire so some magic still is kinda visible.)

Likes hanging out with his friends! Oh and his cousin, Freddie (if one hcs Freddie being Ursula’s daughter which I adore) and by extension Celia (who isn't Ursula’s kid in mine so not his blood cousin but he still treats her like one)

Chad: Dude won’t ever admit it but doing chores helps him clear his head and he likes cleanliness cause his mom wanted to still know some responsibility (never forced him to do it though). Likes sports and also shopping! He can sew but like only repair stuff. He can cook some basics but not a hobby of his and not something he ever has to do.

Jenna, Rafi, Salima, Aziz (& their two lil siblings in mine): Hanging out with family, friends and pets.

All love going on long magic carpet rides. (‘Borders? Air traffic? Aw, bless your heart.’ They have like no need for passports on carpet rides & Agrabah’s got it as a clause in their agreement. The royal family doesn’t need those. (reminds me of how irl the British royal family’s head doesn’t need a passport). They have passports though. This is a new idea I just had & yeah. Can have a lot of exploration).

They love travelling. Probs try different modes of travel.

Aziz can Skateboard (based on Jasmine skateboarding in an Aladdin console game XD. Can't remember which game it was rn. But ‘Nasira's Revenge’ maybe? Feel free to correct me if I remembered the wrong game. While trying to find a pic, I found a doll of Jaz with Carpet as a skateboard so interesting.)

Anxelin & Ruby: Too many cause of their mom, Rapunzel's many hobbies and how it inspired them. They love trying out new stuff and are pretty adventurous. Their favourite book series is obv the 'Flynnigan Rider series'.

inspo from this post from @dragoneyes618: here

This is it so far. Maybe this is a part 1? Depends.

#disney descendants #ben florian #hadie descendants #anthony tremaine #gil legume #harry hook #cj hook #harriet hook #chad charming #aziz descendants #jenna rafi and salima #audrey rose #jay descendants #jade descendants #jay son of jafar #anxelin fitzherbert #ruby fitzherbert #posting after sooooo long but yay #Some hobbies for em

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Blind Trust OC Interview!

I got tagged by @mk-writes-stuff, and this sounded like fun so I'm down!

I've been thinking of an upcoming plot thread where I delve into Scott and Edgar's friendship as children, so I'll be answering as both of them at that age (so, like, 4-8). It'll be good practice to write their kid personalities.

Enjoy some casual conversations between two very different children who love each other very much.

(edit: this turned out way longer than i expected it to be but it's very cute in my brain so i'm letting it happen. i also tag @ivaspinoza and @rkmoon and @thegreatbeargod-writes if they're down!)

Are you named after anyone?

Scott: I'm named after my dad! My dad's name was Scott so now my name is Scott. Mom says that if I decide I want to change it she can help me, but I don't think I will. I might be a girl named Scott and I think that's cool because then I can still tell people about how important my dad was!

Eddie: I think - um. I'm sorry, I'm not sure. I think there was a little boy named Edgar in a children's book I used to have. I don't know if that's right, though. I'm sorry.

Scott: You know sometimes people aren't named after anybody. Sometimes you just get a name off a list. Sometimes you make up special new names to give to kids when they're born.

Eddie: I think Edgar was already a name before me.

Scott: Maybe.

When was the last time you cried?

Scott: This morning! I thought about a duck I saw in the river last year that was smaller than the other ducks and couldn't swim as fast. But its little duck family made sure to wait for it to catch up. It was really nice.

Eddie: You told me about that last night.

Scott: Yeah, it made you cry too.

Eddie: I'm sorry.

Scott: No, it makes sense! It's really beautiful. It's important.

Do you have kids?

Scott: I read in one of my dad's books that I might not be able to have kids myself, and it made me really sad because I thought it meant I wouldn't be able to have a family. But then mom told me - well, she explained a lot of things I didn't really get. I think it just meant that I was wrong before, and if I want I can have a really big family when I'm older.

Eddie: How big?

Scott: Probably a hundred. They can be kids and uncles and aunts and cousins and friends and dogs -

Eddie: You'd need a really big house.

Scott: Don't worry. We'll find one.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Scott: I'm not really good at telling when people are being sarcastic. I don't understand how it's different than lying. I think it's a special kind of lying that everyone knows about but me. And that's kind of hard, but I think it's probably okay!

Eddie: It's not good when people are mean.

Scott: Some people feel like they have to be, I think.

Eddie: Why?

Scott: I don't know. But it must be hard for them.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Eddie: I'm - well - I can tell if someone's going to be a bad person pretty quickly.

Scott: Wow.

Eddie: It's not really...it's hard to explain. Bad people - grownups, usually - get a look. In their eyes? Sometimes other people don't see it, but I do. I'm...really good at it.

Scott: That's amazing. Like a superpower!

What’s your eye colour?

Eddie: Scott's eyes are blue like, um...the sky in summer after I wake up from a nightmare.

Scott: Oh man.

Eddie: Okay it's your turn.

Scott: Um. Right. I - Eddie has brown eyes. Like...hang on, let me think. Like dirt? Yeah. Good, soft dirt. Mine's not as good as yours was.

Eddie: No, I liked it. I like soft dirt. Thank you.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Scott: I'm not allowed to watch scary movies because some of my older cousins put on Jurassic Park and I cried so hard I threw up.

Eddie: It is pretty scary, I think.

Scott: They say the dinosaurs aren't even real.

Eddie: Yeah.

Scott: How'd they get them to work on the movie, then?

Eddie: I think they made them up. With - uh - technology. Like a special effect.

Scott: Is Air Bud a special effect?

Eddie: I...I'm not sure.

Scott: I prefer Air Bud.

Eddie: I do too, I think.

Any special talents?

Eddie: Um, Scott is really, really good at the piano -

Scott: Eddie knows everything about every bird.

Eddie: Oh no. Oh no, Scott, that's not true.

Scott: Quick, name the best bird.

Eddie: That's not - Scott, that isn't really -

Scott: Come on I bet you know.

Eddie: American Goldfinch.

Scott: I knew it.

Where were you born?

Scott: I was born in Bluerose, Oregon!

Eddie: I was born in the Shreveport Academy in Louisiana.

Scott: That's really far away.

Eddie: Yeah. Yes. It is.

Scott: It doesn't feel far at all when I talk to you at night.

Eddie: ...No. I guess it doesn't.

Do you have any pets?

Scott: I'm friends with all the farm cats in town. Sometimes they'll follow me around to make sure I get home okay.

Eddie: That's nice of them.

Scott: You should talk about your pet!

Eddie: I don't have a pet.

Scott: There's that lizard in your yard.

Eddie: Oh, the skink? I'm not sure if that counts.

Scott: You named him Buster.

Eddie: I did. His name is Buster.

Scott: I like that. Buster seems nice.

What sort of sports do you play?

Eddie: I'm on the Academy little league team, but I'm not very good at soccer.

Scott: I don't play any sports, but I like to skateboard. It makes it a lot easier to get around town.

Eddie: Can you do any tricks?

Scott: Sometimes I can almost do a kickflip but if I keep practicing I think I can learn how to do a hardflip.

Eddie: What's that?

Scott: It's - different. It's cooler.

How tall are you?

Eddie: Short. I wish I was taller.

Scott: Why? I like that I'm short.

Eddie: Sure, but you might be a girl. It's okay if girls are short.

Scott: Well if you keep being a boy, I don't mind if you grow up to be short.

Eddie: I'll...probably get a little taller when I'm older.

Scott: Oh! That works for me too.

What was your favourite subject in school?

Scott: Eddie's really smart. He tells me all about his homework and tests and it all sounds really important.

Eddie: i don't really think school is fun, though. And you're smart, Scott. You're really smart.

Scott: I think science is neat.

Eddie: I thought there were only three types of matter -

Scott: No there are so many.

Eddie: Yeah, you're the one that told me about that.

Scott: Time crystals.

Eddie: Which one is that?

Scott: I can't remember. But they're there.

What is your dream job?

Scott: I want to be a professional zookeeper. And I would be friends with all the animals and take care of them.

Eddie: And you'd play the piano too, right?

Scott: Sure, but that won't be my job. That's just something I'd do for you and our family.

Eddie: Oh. Hah! Okay.

Scott: What about you, Eddie?

Eddie: Uh. Maybe I could be a Scout Leader. Like in the Boy Scouts!

Scott: You can take them to the zoo and - and I can tell them about anteaters.

Eddie: I'd like that.

#writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #on writing #writing #authors of tumblr #queer writers #blind trust #migration patterns #songbird elegies #lore time bby #i miss writing my novel #it's been like four days #editing is important but i MISS IT

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