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itsbeeble · 5 months

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BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU'RE INVITED!

PAIRINGS: tbz x f!reader

GENRES: smut, fluff, minimal angst, crack

WARNINGS: smut, minor angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, alcohol, swearing, more warnings to be added to the individual fics 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: Have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? If so, then these fics are just for you! Join us as we take a glimpse into the Tau Beta Zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE: The way me and Fawn have been planning this for so long omgggg. Me and Fawn are so excited to announce this collab in celebration of my 1 year on tumblr, 6 year anniversary of The Boyz, AND as just a fun little event!! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am hehe. And please feel free to send an ask or comment on this post if you'd like to be tagged in each part!!

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you since the day he met you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O'CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 | PT. 2)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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canyourfavesurvivecastledracula · 3 months

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Air Bud, Golden Receiver

Case for survival:

Ain't no rule says a dog can't survive Castle Dracula

Case against survival:

Ain't no rule says a dog can survive Castle Dracula

Additional notes:

If the wolves try to challenge him to a game of pickup he will definitely destroy them. If they attack him like wolves, he will definitely die

Because of his triple threat of being an athlete, having luscious, wavy blonde hair, and also being a super cute dog, the Girlies may actually drawn to him more than Dracula. They may even be persuaded to join his team.

If Dracula challenges Bud to a game Bud might lose if it's one-on-one, but if he manages to get the Girlies to join his rag-tag team of misfits then they'd pull off a miracle shot in the last quarter.

Incredible.

So Dracula is not above killing literal dogs, as a certain Whitby mastiff will attest. But can he defeat one in Basketball? Does Castle Dracula have a have a Basketball court? Maybe it should! Maybe if Dracula had a better rec room his solicitors wouldn't keep climbing the walls or rushing about madly like a rat in a trap. He can put it next to the swimming pool.

How is Dracula's Game? He's inhumanly strong and fast, and his propensity for yeeting is unparalleled. But does he have the precision? Hitting a window with a wolf is not exactly the same as making a 3 pointer. Also I have read that White Guys Can't Jump, and Dracula is very very pale. I believe the only time in the novel we see him jump is out the window of his Picadilly house. Oh, and making landfall at Whitby in dog form. Is Dogcula better matched against Air Bud than regular type? And whom are we rooting for? Dracula is a sore loser - if Air Bud beats him in a fair game he'll probably gut him out of spite. He's actually more likely to survive if he loses. Is Air Bud savvy enough to throw the game? Is he willing to compromise his principles by doing so??

Alternatively, if Dracula refuses to meet him on the court, can Air Bud survive two months in a stone prison with no opportunity to play Basketball? His whole identity is Air Bud. In Castle Dracula he's just... Bud. I have also read that Ball Is Life - how, then, can he live without Ball?

Air Bud is a golden retriever - but so was Arthur Holmwood, and I killed him. But Air Bud doesn't need to shave, and animal blood is not as attractive to vampires anyway. Unlike Mr Harker, Air Bud is unlikely to be perceived as either a snack or a snacc.

All natural animals hate Dracula. Will Dracula take pleasure in subduing him and bending him to his will? Is his plan to be the only guy in England with a basketball playing dog? Does he think it will keep the Girlies out of trouble if they have a pet to keep them company while he's gone? Can Air Bud's luscious locks and athletic prowess (and being a super cute dog) win them to his team?

I have just consulted with my Ridiculous Dog Media contact, who tells me that (a) Air Bud never loses and (b) absolutely cannot climb. And despite my contact's exhortations, I do not believe Air Bud can convince Dracula to heel-face turn upon learning that it's about the game and cameraderie.

So I must sadly conclude that Air Bud can not survive Castle Dracula, and even if he could, could never hope to escape it. I hope the Girlies like basketball.

Addendum: TIL that there are fourteen Air Bud movies. I... I think that's too many probably...

#air bud #athletes #animals

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moregraceful · 7 months

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I have received some prev tags about this and now with the kind of clarity only liquid Mucinex can give me, I am prepared to rant at length. Erik Karlsson and Kris Letang. First of all in a league that trends younger and younger, old man yaoi has become a critically endangered species and we MUST create legislation that protects it. It is VITAL to the survival of old man yaoi that we support two old* men falling in love. (*I am older than EK.) Second of all, if GMKD is gonna create a defense corps like a little kid playing Pokemon Go who has zero concept of strategy and is simply vibing on his mom's phone while she talks to her friend in the grocery store, then I will treat his defense corps like my own personal action figure playset when I was a child: these men are in a HOUSE and they are HAVING ADVENTURES.

However unlike when I was a child playing with my Obi-Wan Kenobi action figures, EK and Tanger are chaotic demon 4 chaotic demon. Runs on spite 4 runs on attitude. Guy who could single parent one exact defenseman in San Jose (Nikolai Knyzhov) 4 guy who has been holding together the Pens dcorps for sixteen years. I think these two could fall so hard in love and create so many problems for everyone around them. What I was a hot Swedish defenseman who requested a trade out of hell and you were a hot Quebec defenseman who refuses to play anywhere else...and we both psychosexually terrorized Ryan Graves.

I just think the narrative possibilities are rich. Now that EK is in Pittsburgh, he needs a new boytoy who can match how weird and hot he is and I truly think that person is Tanger. Every time I see a gifset of them smiling on the bench I lose a little bit more of my sanity. Thank you for witnessing.

#like yes i'm going to kill mike grier with my bare hands but i'm not IMMUNE to MID-30s DEFENSEMEN FALLING IN LOVE. tf!!!#btw liquid mucinex: terrible sensory experience but it does work VERY quickly #pittsburgh penguins for ts #hockey for ts #fresno oilers.txt

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enter-the-phantom · 9 days

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Some time ago you asked me about my angel Gabriel and I am here to return the favor, PLEASE tell me about your gabriel when you have a moment 👀

- @starshine-selfships

Can’t believe I am just getting to this, I am the worst.

YES LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY AWFUL BEAUTIFUL BOY!!

This is my Gabe and he makes me feral and insane. ❤️❤️❤️

How do I begin to describe Gabriel. He’s crazy smart and just plain crazy and a tiny short king who is also terrifyingly strong and powerful. He has no off switch, never shuts up, runs off of sugar and spite, has the world’s cutest dimples and the most beautiful golden eyes and is just annoying and hot and wonderful.

This sexy bastard is one of the most powerful and ancient archangels and was one of the first fallen angels, he left/was kicked out because he refused to join the infighting and corruption in his family. He was tired of watching his siblings tear each other apart so he ran off to take the place of one of the pagan gods (Loki, if you can believe it) and ended up with his powers—sort of a pseudo angel/Trickster God hybrid. He’s a chaotic neutral silly boi who likes to wreak havoc by killing nasty people in creative ways and looks really hot doing it.

In my canon, he’s also my guardian angel and not super happy about it at first but he catches feelings and it’s all very bittersweet bc he knows I love his brother and he wants me and Cas to be happy so he’s willing to step back and let us be together, even though it tears him apart inside. Instead he just follows me around acting vaguely annoying.

In my happy little headspace though we’re madly in love and all over each other constantly and it’s very gross. We are the OG chaos couple, we enable each other’s insanity and annoy everyone but it’s okay bc we love each other so so much ❤️

What’s funny and stupid is that he was a platonic f/o for a long ass time but I was not platonic about him at all and just didn’t realise it and it was cringe and pathetic. We actually meet him before we meet Cas, and from the moment he showed up I was like “that guy.” Don’t learn his name until like season 4 but every time he showed up I’m like “oh my god it’s my fave it’s the trickster he’s back I hope he’s in every episode ever he’s great omg” and then I learned he was an angel and not only that he’s this universe’s Loki and I lost my shit and made him a platonic right then and there but also couldn’t shut up about how cool he was (srsly look at my Gabe tag, it’s pathetic 💔) and eventually had to face facts and felt stupid. Now we kiss a lot.

Anyway he’s hot and stupid and perfect and he can be so charismatic and flirty or so gentle and sweet and he is everything and I love him and I want to cry.

Also here’s a fic about our first meeting if anyone is interested 👉🏻👈🏻

#Gabriel #archangel gabriel #the hunter and the trickster #spn #supernatural #ask enter

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certified-anakinfucker · 11 months

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tagged by @grandninjamasterren <3 oc tag game

favorite oc — Darrash Aron Nealev (SWTOR - IA) much to his dismay and detriment. He’s admittedly grown on me more than I ever expected him to, and evolved from just being some guy to literally being THE menace of the galaxy who never should have left Hutta. He’s just so. He contains multitudes now.

newest oc — I’m working on making an SCP Council Member because I bought an ID tag! And a Site Director too, afterwards

oldest oc — Oh shit, Princess PinkSpeckles the Alicorn (MLP:FiM). I don’t even know what she was princess of, but she had a hot pink sparkly peace sign for a cutie mark?? She didn’t even really have any lore either but I may pull her into SW as actual royalty.

meanest oc — Moonlight Shrine (MLP:FiM), and she might get reincarnated into Star Wars. I think she already did somewhere along the line? I know she’s Chiss now, and extremely militant.

softest oc — Physically? Tika Kiza (SWTOR), because she’s a longfur Cathar based on a Turkish Angora.

Or Ruluhra Lamik (SWTOR), also a longfur Cathar but based on a crossbreed of a Siberian, a Norwegian Forest Cat, and a Maine Coon!!

most aloof / stadoffish oc — Moon Hyeon (standalone), because dude was a complete ass to everyone who ever loved him. He just refused to believe he could be loved because he had such severe mommy issues. No, he did not go to therapy. Yes, he is a Scorpio. Yes, he somehow has a daughter that he would literally do anything in the world for. (fc - @ naopisgram on ig)

dumbest oc — Jedi Master Jupso Onurimaa (SWTCW), because imagine thinking you can stop a prophecy from happening because you ignored it for like forty years. Now your Padawan has the consequence prophecy plaguing them and you can’t even die because you’ve gotta help fix the damn thing.

smartest oc — Jupso’s older Padawan, Master Hacora Kushiri (SWTCW). Not that it’s particularly good Jedi practice to be spiteful, but she did allow Ki-Adi Mundi to murder her so he could get his just desserts later on in life. She would be happily at rest in the Force while he gets his ass beat continuously for the next forty ish years, so that was a total win in her book. Sorry that her Padawan Amira had to miss out on a Master though.

horniest oc — One answer: Simon Heilig Karnz. A standalone oc transplanted from a fandom that shall not be named, but he quite literally fucked his way out of a first degree murder case. Like. He slaughtered his grandfather in Germany, moved to the US, became a sex worker, and he was just.. never convicted. Ever. Everyone just moved on about it and said “oh well” - goals tbh (fc - Bartek Borowiec)

oc i’d bang — Anakin Skywalker, of course,

oc i’d be besties with irl — My boy Hellir’-Amderak Edi Drovaddal (SWTCW)! I love love love him and he really just needs a break. Like, six breaks. I would love to sit and listen to him sing and use his talent in the Force to bring an entire room of instruments to life through meditation, or his thoughts on different cultures he’s gotten to visit through his years, or even just.. sitting and enjoying silence, since it’s something he sees so rarely between being an adoptive father to five Zygerrian cubs, and having Obi-Wan as a Padawan, and just being a Diplomat in general. (fc - Tamino)

tag list uhhhh @kiwikipedia @kemendin uhhhhh @purgetrooperfox @friedennic @friendly-neighborhood-lich-queen @kkrazy256 @jekyllnahyena @ssoundwavee @d3epfriedangels

#cheeri was tagged here #i need a swtor tag #cheeri ocs #im way too lazy to tag all of these ocs rn

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Twins? You're lying, where has he been all my life then?

Summary: For ten entire years Camilo Madrigal was virtually the only guy in the family, he just simply doesn't know it could've been someone else in his shoes until Casita falls; enter Carlos Madrigal, the forgotten, giftless heir to Pepas side of the family.

Warnings: Minute gore, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: I figured out what the absolute mad lads of the Encanto fandom did with the concept arts for characters and decided to write a fic about it, and @sobredunia you're being subjected to Camilo propoganda, reblogs are appreciated.

Carlos Madrigal has been living in Casitas walls since before he could walk, Bruno popping in when he turned five was a neat surprise for him. He has his half of the Casitas walls, Bruno has his portion, at least, that was the idea until the both of them realized it'd be wiser to share the kitchen place. He's sure his simple personality makes Bruno want to strangle him, but at the same time, it brings him a little bit of joy to watch his face light up in agitation as he teases relentlessly.

It was a quaint ten years, passed by faster than he could keep track of, but eventually, Bruno refused to let Carlos enter his parts of Casitas walls; he agreed to bring him food after he had moved to a different spot. And he did move, completely out of spite though, taking his worn and restitched red ruana with him, he never talked to Bruno much after that, he was nine when that happened. So, doing a brief count, he's spent most of his life alone, afraid and stuck in the darkness of Casitas walls without knowing anyway out.

He doesn't even know if he really is a Madrigal, or if he's just some eldritch spawn living in the walls birthed of dust and magic residue alike, he just knows that he is Carlos, and he lives 'with' Bruno. He knows he has no gift and that all Madrigals do, but Bruno refuses to tell him much more about the rest of his family in general, nothing that goes much further into detail. And it's driving Carlos up the walls because he's trapped between the outside world and the family Madrigal and he doesn't know where he belongs.

That all changed when Casitas walls came crumbling down around him and he was caught in the blast, the families discord finally taking its toll. He was distantly awake for most of that, distantly aware no one heard him scream for help, nor the sickening crunch of bones, vaguely knowing no one would hear him whine in agony with the magic gone. That didn't stop him from sobbing as he tried to stay awake, as he tried to call out for anybody in hopes that he could garner attention before the blood oozing from his shoulder caused him to faint.

Carlos didn't seen manage though, with one final plead of 'help,' he passed out, slumped between chunks of Casitas walls. He didn't know that Camilo was the first to start traversing the further edges of the damage, the first to find Carlos and be smothered in shock. The freeze response was short lived when he saw the blood, rushing over to start heaving up slabs of his home to try and unearth the unrecognizable boy. Although, Camilo wasn't sure that he liked what he saw when he picked up the boy who grimaced in his sleep, it was like looking in a mirror.

Camilo simply cradled the boy in his arms as he walked back through the rummage, finding everyone mourning in their own way, some falling for Mirabel. He tried to stay out of view, he really did, placing down the still breathing and oozing body against a chunk of land before calling for Pepa and Julieta; they both came running. He simply stood and stared when they arrived, Pepa gasping in shock and Julieta in horror at the injury, she was quick to pull out a vial, Pepa held out a hand to stop her which confused Camilo deeply.

"Pepa, let me help him," Julieta said sternly, Pepa begrudgingly lowered her hand to let Julieta through.

"Mamà, do you know that guy?" Camilo asked, gesturing vaguely to a still passed out Carlos who was being force-fed a vial of juice in his sleep, no response as his wound mended itself.

"I'll explain when he wakes up," Pepa said quietly, stroking her braid out of reflex even though her powers had been disabled with the fall of Casita.

Soon enough Julieta was standing with a hand on her sisters shoulder, watching and hoping that Carlos would come through, Camilo stuck in shock. Who was this guy? A replacement? Shared hallucination? Culmination of the families turmoil? He didn't know and it was driving him mad, this kid could hold all the secrets even Dolores is unaware and he's laying limp on the ground in a pool of his own blood. He starts to come too soon enough and Camilo practically bounds over to help him up, only to get shrugged off with a sharp 'Get off!' he reluctantly pilled away afterwards.

"Carlos…" Pepa murmured softly, Camilo almost didn't catch it, but perked up before throwing an accusation.

"You do know him! Explain!" Camilo practically demanded of his mother, now with nothing to immediately fear.

"Easy now, don't blow a gasket faker," Carlos said, tone only semi-sarcastic, he got a glare from Camilo, he smirked in response.

"Carlos, this is Camilo, Camilo, this is Carlos," Pepa said, getting introductions done with swiftly, she took a shaming breath, "he is your twin brother."

"Twin? You're lying, if he's my twin then wheres he been all my life?" Camilo demanded, his confusion inly rising and it showed very clearly, Carlos experiencing something familiar but doing a much better job of hiding it.

"Living in the walls," Carlos said matter-of-factly, Pepa nodded when her first son turned with a questioning glance.

"How could you do that?! I went alone for ten whole years as the only guy in family Madrigal because you put Carlos in the walls?" Camilo asked, his rage only simmering after the initial spill over, Pepa struggled for words.

"In the last fifteen years a lot has changed, when you were born this village had a superstitious belief that if you had twins the second one was an unholy spirit, not wanting to truly get rid of Carlos, Pepa simply trusted that he would last, she spent her time in the walls with him until he was four, always sliding food through the cracks for him but never mentioning him," Julieta explained, Pepa nodded along confirming every word said, "it was pure chance that Camilo was born mere minutes sooner than Carlos."

"What you're saying is that I could've been in the walls, that I got lucky and Carlos took the hit for me without even knowing he had a brother?" Camilo asked, two nods from his mamà and his tìa, before he could continue Carlos spoke up.

"So, does this mean I'm not some eldritch horror terror spawned in from all the families residual magic and arguments alike?" Carlos asked, he got a no from Pepa.

"More importantly, is he going to get to live with us now that the superstitions are gone? Now that I know he exists?" Camilo asked as Carlos got up too his feet, a mere inch taller than Camilo.

"We'll have to talk it over with the rest of the adults, Camilo," Julieta said before leading Pepa away, leaving just Camilo and Carlos to their own devices.

They simply stood and stared at each for a few solid minutes of silence, unable to speak, both admittedly uncomfortable being alone, knowing the roles could've been swapped. Camilo was visibly uncomfortable, fidgeting a little bit and the such while Carlos held it purely inside, refusing to give any show of emotional existence. But that didn't stop Camilo from speaking up first despite how tense it was the rubble of Casitas once stable walls.

"So, did you ever get your gift?" Camilo asked, Carlos raised a brow.

"No, I couldn't've, I was living in the walls, everyone knows you only get a gift with a door, idiot," Carlos said, dropping back down on the ground, gripping the hem of his ruana, Camilo sat opposite to him, orange and red parallels.

"Right, what did you even eat in there, Carlos?" Camilo asked, giving a crooked smile, trying so desperately to keep a loose string of conversation in the air so it wouldn't fall back into that awkward silence again.

"Arepa crumbs, and whatever my housemate surrendered, Pepa stopped sneaking me food after I turned five, which is around when Bruno came to live in the walls with me," Carlos explained as though it was common knowledge that Bruno was living in the walls despite the fact Bruno not being dead was still unknown, Camilos eyes widened.

"Bruno lives in the walls?!" Camilo practically exclaimed, getting shot with a glare that had him covering his mouth for being loud.

"Lived in the walls, yes, but given Casitas state, I don't think he'll be living in the walls anymore, idiot," Carlos stated, his unrelenting glare easing just a little bit, this was the first person he's met outside of Casitas literal walls, he needs to stay chill if he wants to be accepted, does he want to be accepted if everyone is like this? He's not sure.

"On another note, I have a name Carlos," Camilo said, Carlos gave a false face of shock.

"Really? I had no clue, what is it, mouse," Carlos said in a weak attempt to insult Camilo, unaware that 'mouse' doesn't have negative connotations he grew up thinking it did due to rat influence.

"It's Camilo, goat," Camilo muttered, already feeling a little bit discouraged, over half of his life he's wanted a brother and now that he has one, other than Antonio, he's really wishing he didn't; he hoped his insult came across clear, instead he was greeted with a pause.

"Whats a goat?" Carlos asked quietly, living in a wall and refusing to interact with your one housemate stifled his knowledge, and his speech ability as well, it sounded a bit disjointed, Camilo had to refrain from laughing at the response.

"You don't know what a goat is?" Camilo asked, fragments of snickers slipped into his voice here and there, he saw the red rise on his twins face.

"Shut up! I've been living in the walls for my entire life!" Carlos exclaimed, leaping from his spot to try and tackle Camilo who effortlessly rolled out of the way, a growl erupted from Carlos chest.

"Use my name and I'll tell you," Camilo said, leaning over Carlos face with a smirk, he got pushed away.

"Fine, Camilo, whats a goat?" Carlos said, spitting Camilos name with venom, Camilo grinned, progress, maybe a friendship or a brotherhood of any form could be forged with this previously unknown Madrigal.

"A goat is like a donkey, except it eats garbage and screams at you sometimes, they're fun," Camilo said, Carlos gave a look of agitation at the previous comparison, "and a mouse is like a rat but a lot cuter and cuddlier, its a compliment."

"And that's what living in a wall does to you, fuck," Carlos said, another thing years of living a wall does to you, prevents you from building a filter because you've only ever heard muffled conversations through walls full of cracks.

"Preach, never lived in a wall, but trust me, living with six girls will change you on a metaphysical level," Camilo said, Carlos raised a brow, Camilo gestured vaguely to the eye shadow, if he could he would gesture to how he speaks and acts in general.

"Glad I didn't have to endure that," Carlos said with a chortle, his grin undeniable.

"Glad I didn't have to live off arepa crumbs, man, you're going to love living in the Casita, my, our Tía Julieta makes the best food," Camilo said, pausing to correct himself halfway through, remembering that this was his twin, his missing half in a sense, the balance he never had in a house of six girls.

"I'll take your word for it, do you think Bruno died in the collapse?" Carlos asked as he sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbows, Camilo shrugged.

"If he could live in the walls for ten years, he'll be fine, probably," Camilo said, he laid down on the ground, hands behind his head, eyes closed, "I don't mind just talking for a little bit."

"That would be... Fine, hope you're up to teaching me about life outside the walls though," Carlos said, Camilo grinned, propping himself up on his shoulders.

"Okay, we have a lot to talk about bro," Camilo started with, letting himself ramble to his twin, Carlos nodded along intently, absorbing the information with ease.

Maybe he could do fine if everyone outside the walls was like Camilo.

#encanto #disney encanto #the family madrigal #camilo madrigal #carlos madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #encanto fanfic #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #tw slight gore #tw bones #tw food

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selfdiagnosedeyemotif · 8 months

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Chapter Three (Tyrri), pt. 1:

Hey did you think Cunningsworth is a big city? Get ready for Whitecrux

Sitting pretty at the very centre of the Hearthlands, this thing is a metropolis

It’s very much in the same vein as Cunningsworth though: lots of back alleys that make for a much better path to the university than the main roads

Additionally, there’s some kind of really dumb roadblock on the main road. The stupider the better.

Tyrri makes it through the back alleys with little issue before reaching the university, and sitting in the highest tower is Headmaster Tasslemore

He’s a much older man than Professor Elber, much more classic wizard-looking (rather than Elber who was wearing basically just a tweed jacket, this game exists around the same time as OT2 because suits in a fantasy setting are fun)

He asks to see the water samples, and after a little bit of looking, comes to two conclusions

One: the non-elemental magic in the water appears to be biological in origin

Two: the filaments that make up the crystals very closely mimic the muscles in the heart

He says that he’s going to take the rest of the day to look further into it so he can draft up a preliminary report, and sends Tyrri away

He isn’t very fun. Not that I care.

The road is still blocked so Tyrri takes the back alleys again

Something bad finally happens to the university student walking alone in alleys as a pair of people try to steal her messenger bag (which has all of her notes and equipment)

Fight ensues, the two assailants are notably casters

After thoroughly trouncing the duo, Tyrri demands to know why they would go after a research student of all people

She’s broke as hell and her equipment matches that

They explain that they’re independent researchers and are just completely starved for gear

Why not go to the university? They look around that age and it would be a crime to make schooling so unaffordable that people straight-up couldn’t take courses

Like, no one would be awful enough to not at least have a basics course at a cheaper price

Well you’re not gonna believe this but

The duo leave her alone after it becomes clear that they’re no match for her

Tyrri is NOT sleeping good that night. Something something her black-and-white view of the world being challenged by the idea that a person who helped her being bad actually

In spite of the fact that she was supposed to go bright and early to head to the university she returns back to the place the duo almost mugged her because what they said is messing her up

She returns to find them in the same place and starts talking things out

Their names are Willie and Dante, they’re brothers, and their parents moved to the Hearthlands from the Deltalands in hope of better education for their sons

The University of Whitecrux, in addition to its many other descriptors, is also hellishly expensive to get into

Tyrri is pissed but refuses to explain why, stares at a wall silently for a bit, and then says that she’s going to go beat the everliving shit out of the headmaster

Willie and Dante are free to tag along and do so gladly

As the three march into the university, a guard spots them

“INTRUDER ALERT. THOSE DAMN KIDS ARE BACK.”

“Guys what did you do.”

“Yeah we may or may not have tried to pull the same trick we did on you, on the university.”

With that delightful bit of dumbassery that most certainly should have been brought up beforehand, we jump into…

The Third (technically second) Dungeon: University of Whitecrux

You’d think that you already explored here but you’re WRONG

The first time Tyrri came here it jumped to a cutscene as soon as you opened the door and cut straight to her entering the headmaster’s office (jokes about it being too many stairs for her 4’11” twig frame ensue, she SMALL)

The enemies here are exclusively elementals paired with a single spellcaster, and armoured guards

Why does a university have armoured guards on its payroll? Don’t ask me. Ask the headmaster.

It’s fairly linear, just heading up and up towards the top of the tower

Definitely lots of hidden goodies to find like in Professor Elber’s office; there are going to be side quests here later on

Tyrri continues her streak of having real shitty dungeons because I truly have nothing to say about this

It’s a university with a bigass tower on it. What else do you want me to tell you.

Opening the doors to the headmaster’s office once more, a verbal spat breaks out

Headmaster Tasslemore demands to know why Tyrri would do this, Tyrri can easily explain as much

She was a street kid growing up, but she was able to scrounge and save enough from an early age and get schooling, work her ass off for scholarships, and get into the University of Cunningsworth (UoC is like. The Qamarian standard for how expensive a university should be. Its still too high but its closer to reasonable than THIS)

It was a truly awful time and she wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, even if they had tried to rob her the day before (quick glance back at Willie and Dante)

Headmaster Tasslemore. Does not like that. He does not like that the preliminary report he had drafted up had been for one of those rats

The natural thing to do? Throw it out the window. One of the siblings is thankfully able to intercept him before he can do that but some magic-enhanced keep away ensues

The room steam with rage on both sides, we leap into…

#iris goes to OC hell #project OCtopath #a tome on the isle

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gonnachasethestars · 8 months

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Readmored for length, tw for injury, and tw for emotional abuse from family. If there's anything else I need to tag let me know and I will!

Why was climbing up a trellis such a chore? A person would think after all the times the tanuki had done it, things would get easier. But he was still panting, as he climbed through the window in the hallway of the second floor. His little brother came out of his room, likely with the intention of going downstairs to do the final cleanup for the night. It had been Kounosuke's turn, but there were photographs to be taken.

As usual, he'd asked his little brother to lie for him.

"You really should lose weight if you want to climb up mom's trellis." Spoke Yukiharu, who was just getting ready for cleanup.

"I'm not fat. I'm just a liiiiiittle bit chubby." Kounosuke had more important things on his mind right now. "You're not gonna tell them I was gone, are you?"

The smaller tanuki shook his head, as a no. That put a smile on Kounosuke's face, as he hugged the little guy. That was when he went off to his room, to settle down for the night. To look over his photographs. He had a contest to win, and a scholarship to earn. Curious, he looks over what's in his camera, compared to what he had printed.

Nothing really special. The thought came in his mind to give up, but he had to tell himself to stick with something, even if he didn't have a natural talent for it.

He caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror while placing the pictures back on the desk. Well. Plenty of men were into fat guys, right?

Glancing through the magazine, photographs were studied. They were all so... good. Kounosuke felt as though his angles were off, or his shots were boring. Who needed twenty photographs of the same beetle? To be sure he didn't miss the deadline, he checked the date, which he hadn't done before.

...It couldn't be right.

Setting the magazine down, Kounosuke prepares to go to the bathroom to wash his glasses off. Clearly, they were dirty, and causing him to see things the wrong way. But before he could reach it, an ear twitched. He could hear his parents arguing all the way up here. What was it this time?

"Where is he this time? He's supposed to be cleaning down here." His mother always did have a demanding voice.

"How should I know? Let him be a kid." Said his father. "I was the same way at his age."

His mother sighed, and shook her head. "He's going to be living with his little brother all his life if he doesn't learn responsibility! What if he's a lost cause?"

Though Kounosuke was only listening, he could still almost hear his father's anger.

"Like I was?" Said Mr. Kuri. "How can we expect Kounosuke not to be a fuck up like me?"

That was where Kounosuke stopped listening. Everything hurt. What was he supposed to think, when those who claimed to love him unconditionally didn't feel that way at all? Quietly walking back to his room, his arm is to his face. Yeah, he was alone. No one could see him crying his eyes out.

He knew they were right. He was useless. If he stayed here, he'd be sponging off of Yukiharu the rest of his life.

For a short time, he buries his face in a pillow. He didn't want anyone to hear, in spite of his silence, that he couldn't stop crying. He knew his friends thought he was a failure, but he'd never heard that kind of treatment from his parents. Not to this extent. He knew his father cared way more about watching sports than spending time with him. He knew his mother always got on him about watching the shop.

But nothing like this.

No. He refused.

Though the tears continued to pour, he got up, and through blurry vision, began packing a bag. He refused to spend the rest of his life that way. Even if it took him a long time to get back on his feet, he'd prove to them he could do something. Maybe someday he'd write them a letter. If they even cared enough to read it.

He'd be just fine on his own. He could start with something simple. Waiter or dishwasher. Maybe both. He didn't care if he had to work three jobs, he'd find an apartment. He'd get out of this village, and he'd make something of himself. He'd be someone. Not the repair man's fat loser of a son.

Bag packed, it's soon on his back, and he's prepared. Just enough money for a bus ticket to Kazenari, and a train ticket to the next city over. No one would ever think to look for him there, assuming anybody even noticed he was gone. There was no way he could make anyone happy, at least, not as he was now.

Sliding out into the night air, he's finally calmed his breathing. The tanuki begins climbing down the trellis, soon...

S N A P !

Maybe he had put a couple pounds on over the summer. The trellis snapped under his weight. Upon landing, he couldn't even breathe. He'd just fallen, having landed on his right foot on impact. It hurt like hell, and there he was, crying again. Moments pass, until he can finally breathe again. Then, he forces himself to his feet, to discover how it felt to put weight on that foot.

It was like stepping on glass. God damn it.

His little brother must have heard it, the only one nearby, finishing up the end of night shop cleaning. Due to the night, hopefully Yukiharu couldn't see him crying. He didn't want his little brother's last memories of him to be him bawling.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone." Kounosuke said.

His little brother nodded, and Kounosuke pulled him into a hug.

"I love you, lil' bro. I know I don't say it enough but... yeah."

Yukiharu began walking back towards the shop. God it hurt to walk, but he pushed through the pain, and eventually, he even stopped crying. The sadness, and pain turned into a fire. Determination to make something of himself.

To be somebody.

#save #drabble #[it's the same night so ifdhs I had to write my take on it BT]#v; maybe not just a fat loser #emotional abuse tw #injury tw #ask to tag

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latibvles · 1 year

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SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // hyacinthus

fragrant, flowering plants, commonly called hyacinths.

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WARNINGS: descriptions of blood, gore, bodies, suicidal ideation in a historical context (the Japanese refusal to surrender), bullet wounds, and exhaustion. haha guys remember those nice kissing prompts haha please forgive me for this.

SUMMARY: at its root, a nurse's job is to care for the wounded, to save lives in a setting where the goal is to snuff it out. but knowing the difficulties and experiencing them firsthand are two vastly different things.

TAGLIST: @softguarnere , @brassknucklespeirs , @liebgotts-lovergirl , @monalisastwin

DEDICATIONS: to my beloved bella ( @brassknucklespeirs ) for beta-reading this chapter like three weeks ago when i was having horrific dread over posting it. you are my beloved SBT secret keeper forever >:) ♡ also when she read this chapter it was called “damn ma do you treat wounds with those hands??” just so we all are on the same page.

Is it cruel that she finds treating men she doesn’t know easier?

There’s a sick sort of relief in not knowing names or faces or how the men in Dog Company handle their liquor. It’s a selfish thought, one that Daisy keeps to herself, because even though it logically makes sense, she can’t help but feel that it’s, fundamentally, not a good thing to voice.

It doesn’t change the fact that when a stranger dies, it hurts less than when a friend does, which is what it comes down to at the basic level. It always hurts, even a little bit, because knowing that she can’t save everyone doesn’t mean she won’t try — but at the very least, she won’t be burying a friend.

So maybe it’s selfish, and a little cruel, but dealing with this onslaught is undeniably easier than dealing with it up with Easy Company.

The Germans, for some godforsaken reason, decided that erratic, disorderly assaults would be to their advantage. In response, the men remained stubborn in their foxholes for a whole day. So no ground was lost, but the plains were bloodied and corpses were plentiful the morning of October 10th — Germans sprawled out on the grass and GIs slumped in the pits. They help who they can, and somehow, she finds herself helping Carolyn pluck the dog tags from those who weren’t as lucky.

“That whole damn thing reminded me of the Pacific,” she states as she slips into the hole, kneeling in front of a Private with cold, lifeless eyes. From the edge, Daisy watches with a grimace. He looks as young as Guarnere. “That's what they’ll do. It’ll be a nice quiet night and then… POW! Japanese on all sides. N’ they’d charge right into a suicide run all the same.” She accentuates it by bringing a fist to her palm, before finally grabbing the tags. Daisy shudders at that.

Some of the men were horrified once light began to peek over the horizon. It’s different seeing the carnage in the daylight. Bodies mutilated beyond compare by rifles or machine guns, contorted in ways that they never would be in life. Like sheep to slaughter. In spite of her own reservations, she can’t help but wonder who in their right mind would order this as they pass by another German corpse, mangled from an artillery round.

Blood crusted over her hands, dirt beneath her nails, she keeps eyeing the line where the Germans charged the night prior.

“And they don't surrender either. They’d prefer to die.”

Daisy frowns. Carolyn rolls a handful of dog tags in her hand with a blank expression.

“Sounds terrible.” She remarks with a grimace.

“That’s one way of putting it,” they begin to make their way back off the front line in a hurried pace, towards Battalion CP. “Now let’s just hope Sergeant DiMarzio is there for me to hand these off.” She wonders aloud. Daisy raises a brow at that.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Carolyn looks at her, and her lips tug into a frown, like she’s queasy or otherwise unwell. She avoids Daisy’s gaze for a moment, taking a lip between her teeth.

“There’s supposed to be an all-day patrol today, and I’m pretty sure he and ah… Speirs are going, with a few others.” Her eyes flit back to Daisy, then looks her up and down. Daisy’s lips pull into a frown in the examining way Carolyn stares at her.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Carolyn purses her lips, going to rub the nape of her neck and shifting her gaze ahead once again.

“I mean — he’s your friend right? You and him and James were all close?” At that, Daisy wants to facepalm, but fights the urge to. Regardless, her face feels hot and she wants to curse herself for jumping to conclusions. “Just wondered if you were worried or not. About him.” She bites her cheek for a moment and swallows hard, prying her gaze away from the side of Carolyn’s face as the redhead turns to look at her fully, like breaking eye contact would grant her some kind of protection.

“We used to be. He’s closer to my brother than me. We get along well enough,” Daisy hopes, prays even, that Carolyn will let the topic die out and talk about anything else. She glances to the side. Carolyn’s brows are furrowed, like she’s confused.

“James told me all three of you were thick as thieves.”

“James hasn’t been home in a while.” It’s an immediate response, and maybe it comes out harsher than she intends for it to be. Daisy turns to look at her, and frowns. “...sorry, that was rude.” Carolyn shakes her head, waving her hand dismissively at the apology. Still, she looks Daisy up and down in an examining sort of way. She comes for a halt, a few feet away from CP, and Daisy stops beside her.

“Then… What changed? You just— you two seemed to be pretty close. From what I’ve seen.”

What changed? She’s asked herself that question a million times — from the day he left to the day she arrived. James hadn’t been there for walks through town at night, or hugs that last too long, or kisses on the cheek that burn and linger long after the giver has been pulled away by train. He hadn’t been there for ‘Missing you, Daisy’ or ‘Thinking of you, Ronnie.’ He wasn’t there to witness Daisy’s flushed cheeks or fluttering heart, and he wasn’t there to wipe her tears before she cut the strings on the whole thing. He wasn’t there when home stopped feeling like home. What changed? It was more like what didn’t change. But that isn’t the answer Carolyn wants. So she shrugs, rubs the nape of her neck.

“War separated us. That’s all.”

Another eerily quiet night in with Catherine and Carolyn, the other women around them getting much needed rest. They spent the majority of the day loading stretchers onto ambulances to be evacuated from the area, before more are loaded in. They aren’t overrun with casualties, which is nice, but watching men moan and grovel in pain is never easy. By the time it’s slowed down, they all look a bit worse for wear.

Ward, ever the saint, encourages Daisy to get some sleep, that she’ll wake her if there’s anything pressing, and for once — Daisy doesn’t have it in her to argue. She slumps in an unoccupied chair, wrapping her arms around herself in a hug and leaning her head up against one of the wooden beams holding up the barn. Her eyes flutter shut, and she doesn’t know how long she’s stuck in that space between being asleep and awake. She can hear Catherine and Carolyn’s quiet murmurings, but doesn’t have it in her to respond. And she’s thankful that the entire thing is decidedly dreamless. She hears another noise, distantly, but it’s not close enough for her to truly discern.

BAM! The door slams open and she snaps her eyes open, jumping to her feet as a very disheveled and rattled looking Sergeant bursts into the room. He looks around, then his gaze finally settles on Lieutenant Ward as he pants.

“Lieutenant Speirs was shot crossing the river. I need— I need help moving him.”

Daisy’s blood runs cold. She forgets to breathe for a moment. Catherine is talking to the Sergeant, but she can’t even process the words. It’s all murmurings, as though she’s still suspended in sleep. Speirs was shot. Speirs was shot.

Ronnie was shot.

“Clarke!”

Daisy blinks, looks to Catherine, who’s brows are furrowed as she stares at her expectantly.

“Call me a jeep. You’re coming with me and Sergeant Mihock. Foster, clear a table.” Daisy nods rapidly, speeding over to the radio. Her hands are trembling as she picks up the blocky transceiver.

“This is Lieutenant Clarke from Dog Company OP two, we need— we need a jeep over here now,” Daisy tries to keep her voice even. She isn’t sure if it's working. Ronnie was shot. He could be dead already. He could be bleeding out. There’s an ache in her throat as she hangs up — it feels like years until that jeep arrives, Mihock, Ward, and herself all climbing in and speeding off into the dead of night, until they’ve reached the river bank. Mihock jumps out and Daisy quickly follows with Ward behind.

She hears his shivering first.

In the darkness she can’t make out much of anything. The bush Mihock dragged him under obscures whatever light the jeep provides. But as her eyes adjust she can make out his outline, how it trembles, how his teeth chatter in the cold October air. As they lift him onto the stretcher — it’s apparent that he’s soaked. But they get him on quickly and get him to the jeep and all the while Daisy feels like she’s going to vomit. Ward stays with him in the back. Daisy isn’t sure she can stomach it. They get him back to the aid station where Foster waits and holds open the door and in the light it’s even worse of a sight.

He’s soaking wet, clothes heavy with water but she’s able to make out several bullet holes near his hip and rear end. Whatever cam cream once coated his features is long since smudged away. They get him on a table, on his stomach. He opens his eyes for a second. He looks at her. There’s no expression on his face beyond that of sheer exhaustion.

She isn’t sure if her next move is instinctive or a calculated decision.

“I can do it.” She blurts, making her way towards him. Ward doesn’t argue as Daisy pulls the necessary items from her pack — scissors, tweezers, sulfa powder, bandages.

She takes off his jacket, sheds her own off her shoulders to drape over his shivering torso as Foster goes about drying his head. Then she grabs the scissors and starts to cut away at parts of his pants to better see the bullet wounds. Sometimes, she just tears it. It’s reflexive, how she transitions from cutting to grabbing tweezers and goes to pull the bullets from his hip and rear. For a second, she forgets that it’s Ronald Speirs that she’s treating. He’s just another GI, one of the probable hundreds she’s helped in the span of the four months she’s been in the service.

And then he groans.

It’s such a quiet thing, but she hears it. His weak indication of pain. And suddenly it is Ronnie’s wounds, and it’s Ronnie’s blood on her hands, under her nails. It’s Ronnie shivering, soaking wet and too tired to say much else.

“Shit. I’m— I’m sorry. Okay just — fuck — okay, almost done, Ronnie.” Her voice trembles as bad as her hands as she clumsily mutters out apologies. Her heart is pounding in her ears, any other reassurances she can provide die before they make it out of her mouth. But she pushes forward, getting all the pieces out. She tears the packet with her teeth, sprinkling it in the wounds. Ward helps her bandage him, moving his leg with precision so Daisy can work quickly. She ties it tight enough, then lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

Daisy feels their stares on her, but all she can do is stare at him. Like if she looks away, he’ll surely die.

“Clarke, do you want to come with me t—”

“I can,” Carolyn immediately cuts Ward off. “I’ll… I’d like to go with you, ma’am.”

Daisy isn’t listening to the conversation, but she feels Carolyn’s gentle squeeze on her shoulder, hears the door shut. In the commotion, a few of the other women rose to their feet — she can feel their lingering looks, as they all try to resettle, but she doesn’t have the strength to care for the staring. She stalks over, grabs the chair she was sitting in, and brings it up beside him. She isn’t sure if he’s awake or asleep now. She sits down, and reaches to grab one of Ronnie’s hands. It’s limp, and cold, and his fingers are pruned. Hers are stained with his blood, because the thought of cleaning herself up makes her nauseous.

Open or closed, his expression is still pained. Carolyn did her best to dry him. His dark hair still clings to his forehead, damp. She hates this. She hates whoever ordered this patrol, hates whoever shot him, hates that he was alone and probably set it up that way himself. And if she weren’t so tired, maybe her anger would be enough to get all the British Armor and then some across the Rhine. Maybe it’d burn down Berlin. Let it burn for all she cares. Right now, all she wants to do is take him somewhere no one will ever hurt him again. And maybe that’s selfish — but she can regret that in the morning. Her thumb rubs over the back of his hand.

Ronnie’s eyes open slightly, just enough for her to make out those slits of pretty hazel through smudged and fading cam cream.

“…you a dream?” he mutters, his voice thick and scratchy with exhaustion. Her throat tightens and her eyes gloss over. She feels his hand try to squeeze hers, but it’s weak, so she squeezes a bit tighter in response.

“I’m here.” Daisy whispers her reply. As though he’s content with the answer, she watches him slip back into sleep without another word.

I wish I could scold you. She wishes he were Liebgott or Eugene or any other man. Because Joe is like a brother who she can scold for his impulse. Eugene is a good friend and just as careless as her at times. But Ronnie isn’t a good friend, or a brother. He makes her cry. Makes her smile. He enters the room and against her better judgment she’s happy in a way she swore she wouldn’t feel again. Ronnie isn’t a friend. He’s more. He’s so much more. She's terrified of what that means.

She doesn’t let go of his hand the whole night, not even when she, too, falls into an uncomfortable slumber.

#band of brothers #ronald speirs #ron speirs #band of brothers fic #hbo war #fic // sad beautiful tragic #ronald speirs x ofc #ronald speirs fic #ronald speirs x oc #hbo war fic #I’ve been waiting for this chapter since I hit market garden #Ronald Speirs the man that you are #and in case u were wondering #purple hyacinths represent remorse and forgiveness #so

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starcrossedjedis · 2 years

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✭ Farrah Wheeler ✭ Danger Zone ✭ Plot Summary Update ✭

When Karen Wheeler named her firstborn after Farrah Fawcett, she probably hoped that life had great things in store for her - and for a while everything seemed to go according to that plan.

She wasn't the perfect, petite image of a modern day princess like her younger twin sister Nancy, but she was pretty, confident and popular. She didn’t excel academically like Nancy did with her near perfect GPA and journalistic ambitions, but she was on the school's soccer team and a serious contender for a college scholarship, even though those were few and far between.

But that had been her life before Halloween '84 - before Tina’s party and before Billy Hargrove.

One night. One stupid decision with catastrophic consequences. For one breathless moment her whole future was hanging in the balance - all because she had been young, naive and careless.

Thankfully, her mum was there to catch her fall, holding her hand as they put right her wrong and made sure her future remained as bright as it had always been.

But Farrah struggled to go back to the girl she'd been before. How could she when her mum suddenly looked at her, like she didn’t even know her? When her dad couldn't really look at her at all? Who was she supposed to talk to, when the person she was supposed to be closest to - the girl she had hugged to her heart even in their mother’s womb - didn't even know what was going on with her?

Lying to Nancy, keeping secrets from her other half and watching helplessly as they drifted further and further apart, that was the worst part about it all.

Then came the summer of '85 and Farrah decided that things needed to change. She wanted her old self back and the summer holidays seemed like the perfect time to start.

She slowly started to attend team events again, she took a summer job at a pizza joint in the food court of the brand new Starcourt Mall and during her breaks she even struck up a tentative friendship with Robin Buckley and her sister's ex-boyfriend Steve Harrington. She should have known that things were too good to be true - that she was fighting to win back a life that she no longer deserved.

Things first started to go downhill when she got a front row seat to Billy, the guy who'd almost ruined her life, trying to get into her mother's pants - although she never found out how far it really went. Not that she even wanted to know.

She’d thought that this was as bad as the summer could possibly get - but she’d been wrong.

So wrong in fact, that eight months later she still couldn’t close her eyes at night without dreaming about Russian spies and monsters and the father of the child, she was never going to meet, choking on his own blood.

She was back to being on the outside looking in. She was still on the soccer team and she was still going to college - because she was not going to let everything she'd been through be for nothing - but she had no interest in any of the school spirit bullshit that came with being an athlete and she didn’t care if that made her a freak in the eyes of her team mates and fellow jocks.

And even though the horror of Starcourt Mall - and the realization that she hadn't been the only one fighting to guard terrible secrets - had helped close the breach between her and Nancy, she would have probably gone insane, had it not been for Robin's and Steve's plain refusal to let her go "full hermit", as they liked to put it - and a little self-medication courtesy of local cautionary tale Eddie Munson.

It's been a long month since I introduced my girl Farrah and if you care to look back at those early posts, a lot has changed since I spawned her out of osmosis'd ST lore and spite xD but one thing shall always remain the same: If I loved her any more, I'd be Eddie Munson 🤗

tagged: @txlktomerooster @sgtbuckyybarnes @eddie-munscns @eddiemunscns @curious-kittens-ocs @heirsoflilith @stachedocs @mystic-scripture @jvstjewels @drbobbimorse @villain-connoisseur @juliaswickcrs @honeyandsunflowers @booty-boggins @noratilney @akabluekat @anna-phora @harleyquinnzelz @susiesamurai @asirensrage @arrthurpendragon @darknightfrombeyond @bravelittleflower @bubblegum-barbie @stanshollaand @foxesandmagic @cas-verse @reyskestis @steveshcrringtons @cantfighthemoonknight @fyeahstrangerthingsocs

#fyeahstrangerthingsocs #strangerthingsedit #stranger things #stranger things original character #stranger things fic #farrah wheeler #danger zone #my ocs #my graphics #HELLO I AM ON VACATION AND SLIGHTLY DRUNK AND ALL I HAVE TO WORK WITH IS MY PHONE 🗣#but that doesn’t mean you're safe from my Farrah brainrot 😉

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emilythezeldafan · 1 year

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Hello Puppets Headcanons: Movie Night

A/N: Last night I was watching The Adventures Of Pinocchio [an old live-action adaptation version, not the Disney one that everyone knows /lh] with my mom and naturally, I thought of these guys. Tagging @graceandtheidiotsquad because she's the one I usually yell about Hello Puppets to.

Everyone has a different favourite genre. Nick likes romance & drama aswell musicals, Bella likes, obviously, ballet [she saw one once back at the studio and was entranced by it], although she shares most of Nick's favourite genres, Riley will never admit to it but she loves Disney movies aswell as horror movies, Ashley's is action. They take turns picking movies.

Bella is the one most likely to fall asleep during a long movie. Most likely on Owen or Nick's shoulder, or on Michael's shoulder or lap if he's with them [it took the others a while to get used to him, but as long as he makes her happy /lh] [ @graceandtheidiotsquad ]

Bella's favourite ballet is Swan Lake. She performed it once, and, pulling a page from Nick's book, dragged everyone into it.

Nick is the one most likely to cry during sad parts of movies. Riley might choke up but refuse to admit it and Bella is the designated comforter /lh

Riley is the one who picks out factual errors and historical errors.

Ashley probably showed Scout her comics and a bunch of action movies.

Nick annoys the hell out of Riley [on purpose] by singing songs from musicals as loud as he can. Him and Bella duetted defying gravity once and she almost strangled them both. [/jov]

Riley actually enjoys musicals, she just doesn't want to admit it in front of Nick. [I think I might've seen this headcanon somewhere before? Anyways, yeah]

The Favourite Musicals of the theatre kids: The Phantom Of The Opera [Nick], Into The Woods [Bella], The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals & Black Friday [Riley] [ @graceandtheidiotsquad you're gonna have a field day with this]

Bella once saw Pinocchio on an old TV [it's canon that somehow they have a working one there since Scout mentions watching TV] and decided to show the others. They have a tradition of watching it now, ever since they became human.

spite-watching puppet shows and kids shows other than Mortimer's Handeemen ever since Mortimer was - ahem - disposed of - is a habit, although they sometimes watch their old show too.

movie nights can get very chaotic [especially with Nick & Riley bickering, Bella trying to break it up, and Ashley and Owen being worried parents], but they're always fun!

#Bella The Ballerina [OC]#Ashley Anderson [OC]#Nick Nack #Riley Ruckus #Hello Puppets #Hello Puppets: Midnight Show #Owen Gubberson #Daisy Danger #Hello Puppets Scout

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@cannivalisms hi val. so, regarding this: #adam's plot of choosing to stand with the dreams to his own detriment because he refuses to admit isaac was right......

it's from yet another one of my books lmao??? this is an apology to everyone following me, don't worry, not even i can keep up with my own ideas. the book is set in a contemporary fantasy world where there exist people who are "dreamers", which generally means they can take things out of their dreams (there are exceptions but they don't matter here). in this world there are also dreams themselves (the oneiroi) who according to their ancient laws cannot cross paths. a special "agency" takes care of sometimes housing but mostly providing a central hub for the dreamers in the area, and they also respond to requests by the oneiroi that in their majority consist of the dreamers getting things from other oneiroi as they cannot do it themselves.

what does this all mean. well, the main 6 characters used to be a team of dreamers (a dream team if you will) and they usually worked together because they covered all basics. before the start of the book they had a falling out in their de facto leader, isaac, turning against the oneiroi and going as far as killing one (and himself in the process), which shunned the 3 out of the remaining 5 who sided with him. the book is dual pov: on one side you have piedad, one of the 3 shunned dreamers, and on the other you have adam, one of the 2 who stayed. that's the adam from my tags and he has A Lot going on but for our purposes here he saw isaac's methods as too extreme and in fierce opposition to his ideals he has wholely sided with the agency and therefore the oneiroi. which... if someone was willing to kill and die to stand up to the oneiroi, yeah, maybe not the best stance to take.

the nature of adam/isaac could (and Will) take over the entire book. they are two separate extremes of which neither is good. isaac getting to the point of what he did, sacrificing not only himself but the wellbeing of his friends, is not good. adam staying within the system that let it come to that out of spite and anger and a grudge is not good either, it's chewing at him. adam will do just about anything now to prove isaac, dead isaac who isn't even there to be witness of it, was wrong. adam is on the "good guy" side, he's in the "hero side", while his friends are the "enemy side". his mentality is not noble, though. maybe, and only maybe, his actions and cause could be seen as noble (grey areas all around).

#val i am so sorry if you didn't actually want this big an explanation #i tried to summarise but to explain Backstory and Worldbuilding is necessary #i always feel i'm never explaining this right ahsghd #words always feel so lacking i need to write all 100k of this book to properly explain what i mean #pia.txt #( wip ) greek tragedy!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I hope yall watching the World Cup shenanigans on TikTok

Because it’s glorious.

Like it’s such a breath of CLEAN, FRESH air when you watch something through channels that aren’t completely defiled to hell and back by hypocritical and racist western media.

Just simply, watching the people have the time of their lives, exploring a new culture, trying to speak each other’s languages, learning each other’s dances, etc. just fills me with so much hope and joy.

I have to limit my use of the app so it doesn’t take over my life BUT THESE ARE JUST A FEW OF THE FUNNIEST AND LOVIELIEST THINGS I SAW:

JungKookie and the Kookies (BTS)

Foreigners discovering Arabian beauty up close? Like so many people are falling in love with the Qatari artist Fahad Al-Kubaisi

Saudian fan reactions going absolutely BONKERS, [2]

The #WhereIsMessiGuy. Some people find him annoying. Others find him hilarious. He keeps crashing news reports. You be the judge

Amazing mishmash of dances from different cultures after matches.

Fans trying to talk to each other and obviously not understanding anything the other is saying and resigning to signing is one of the funniest things I’ve seen this week

The guy casually telling his boss he won’t be in for work the next day on TV and the journalist losing it

Saudians and Japanese sword/katana fighting each other in the street

The Saudian and Japanese wins spurred a million memes of pure hilarity. Oh, and everyone wants a Saudia / Japan final showdown. Anime Style!

The fact that middle eastern fans are tagging the Japanese team ‘The Grandchildren of Captain Tsubasa’ sent me

The Sassy Prince becoming an internet celebrity overnight. I feel bad about this one tho. I hope the kid’s ok and keeps his privacy. Chinese fans are literally drawing fanart of him

Men being super invested in the traditional Qatari garb and headgear is super cool. So many reels of foreigners learning how to wear it properly and walking around with it through the city

THE LATIN AMERICAN FANS ARE ABSOLUTE DARLINGS

SO ARE THE ASIAN FANS.

AFRICAN, ASIAN and LATIN AMERICAN FANS ARE GETTING ALONG AMAZINGLY. SO GOOD TOGETHER IN SPITE OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER!

THE BRAZILIANS ARE HAVING THE TIME OF THEIR LIVES. Oh, and they ‘kidnapped’ an Arabian reporter while celebrating. He was taken away on their shoulders, laughing his head off

Closeup of a player waving to his fans. Grown men becoming 5 again and waving back so joyfully <3

Roleplaying in the streets

The endearing videos of tourists walking around Doha at 2:00am, marveling at the safety and peace of the city. It’s true, Qatar is extremely safe even late at night

Egyptian memes living vicariously through Saudia coz we weren’t eligible this time

People taking videos of the public bathrooms and clean and LUXUROIUSLY DESIGNED they are. LISTEN THE BATHROOMS LOOKED LIKE A 7-STAR HOTEL BATHROOM WHAT

#IsraelLeftOnReadIRL tag. A lot of reports of people from various countries refusing to do interviews with Israeli news reporters just further proves that governments do not really mirror the true sentiment of the individual. Governments strive to maintain diplomatic relations, but I have so much respect for based individuals who don’t sell out on their personal morals

(I’m aware that because of how TikTok works geographically, a lotta people on the western side of the world may not be getting a lot of this stuff. If you’d like me to send some your way, just let me know and I can share through my TikTok.)

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Someone at the gym today was playing a tune suspiciously similar to the Wii theme music as they worked out and I don’t know why they’d do something so controversial yet so hilariously fitting

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So this is Italy and I couldn’t stop laughing - the best part was the comment section - us Mediterranean people relate SO MUCH it really be like that XD

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The thing is the Willas and Tyrion post made to show the situation for Sansa was almost similar. Both are old men, disabled, heir to their house, trying to steal Sansa birthright. I don't think that op once said that Willas is cruel like Tyrion. I never saw Jonsa hated Willas. I think op means that Tyrells will be better than Lannisters yet they are opportunist like Lannisters. Maybe some do not like the pairing but no one called Willas a bad guy.

(in reference to this post)

I didn’t see the post my anon was referring to, but often, one post inspires other posts on a similar topic and depending on who you follow, you’ll experience a totally different conversation. Not all of us put our posts in the main tag so sometimes we’re responding to things the next person hasn’t seen. If you check on one blog and see a post once, it’s easy to ignore. If you scroll through and see the same post 5 times with added commentary or tags, and additional posts talking about it too, it hits you in a totally different way. It sounded to me like my anon felt what was happening on their dash went beyond the Lannister and Tyrell comparisons. I’m not characterizing the original post in any which way, just saying as the conversation evolved my anon got a specific impression that they objected to, and as I had spoken fondly of Willas before, they reached out. I didn’t mind in the least. Although, for what it’s worth, I haven’t seen Jonsas hating on Willas either. The benefits of curating your tumblr experience!

I agree with you that there is a comparison to be made between the Lannisters and the Tyrells, and that it is worthwhile to find parallels since the author enjoys those so much. I just think the contrast between the two scenarios (marriage to Tyrion vs marriage to Willas) better highlight the issue at hand rather than saying the parallels mean they’re the same. Saying, oh, here’s a good guy and a much nicer family and Sansa could have something rather beautiful there and—oh shit, they’re still using her, little girls are still being handed off as the means to an end, Sansa is still not being seen as a person—that’s the interesting stuff to me.

Just because one family chooses methods that are less directly violent doesn’t mean there aren’t victims to their machinations, and there’s a really interesting direct parallel with the Lannisters killing Robb, and Olenna killing Joffrey. Obviously, one is a whole hell of a lot more sympathetic, one is a lot more evil, but there are a lot of intersections in their stories. But I think there’s a difference between living within the context of their world and being particularly evil. I suppose that’s what my previous anon and I agree on. Houses cared about advantageous marriages, marrying off children to procure things/alliances was normal (as in, the Starks were gonna do this), but even though it’s normal to them, we shouldn’t be ok with it, and we should recognize the shades of grey to each scenario. But the underlying sentiment is that it is all bad. It leaves girls and women incredibly vulnerable and that plays out later in other people’s stories where people marry and then kill women to get what they want. I believe that fate awaited Sansa if she had given Tyrion a child. I’ve written before that Sansa saved herself and the North when she refused to have sex with Tyrion, and as weird as the castle-y sex metaphors are, I think that supports the idea that this is something the author is consciously writing about.

But back to this topic specifically, in spite of the similarities between the scenarios, the big difference is that the Lannisters were holding Sansa hostage and forced her into the marriage, the Tyrells were offering her an escape from a horrible situation. Darling Sansa immediately romanticizes it and dreams of love and family, but even though she didn’t understand that the offer was not about her happiness and they had a goal, if we compare the two offers, if Sansa had a choice, she would probably choose Willas because she was a prisoner to the family that murdered hers and being forced into marrying one of them is a special brand of horrific.

Another thought I have is that we need to be very careful when comparing Willas and Tyrion because my other anon may have felt that people were emphasizing Tyrion’s dwarfism as his defining trait or Willas’s bad leg his. To their world that matters, but to me as a reader (to everyone in our corner of the fandom, I believe), I care more about who they are. And from what we know, as individuals, they’re nothing alike. Just because Willas would be married to Sansa doesn’t mean he’d have the same goals because we don’t know that he is power hungry or wants Winterfell for himself. His family is a bit conniving, but I don’t think we know that about him. Tyrion will never inherit his father’s castle, but Willas is the heir to Highgarden. That’s really scary for Sansa fans and that element, Tyrion’s lust for that position, (potentially) isn’t there in her marriage to Willas. I think that’s an important variable. So, broadly speaking, sure, similarities, but other Jonsas have notes there Willas may be foreshadowing for Jon, share parallels with him, and I tend to think they’re onto something. Anyway, if we’re thinking of Sansa as a person, it makes a huge difference that one man is a bad person (rapist, murderer) and the other is by all accounts a sweetheart. That one man has nothing and desperately wants title/castle/his evil father’s approval, while the other is loved by his family, has his own estate, and while his father wants to become more powerful, his methods are much more in line with normal standards for their world. So, not only are Sansa’s feelings about it different, her circumstances entering into such a marriage and prospects after are as well. That matters to me. I like to imagine Cat’s reaction to the news of a Sansa x Willas marriage compared to her reaction to them forcing Sansa to marry Tyrion. I think it would be quite different.

As I read your message and responded, I just kept thinking that it’s possible we don’t even really disagree. I can see why someone would say “it’s the same” and I think you can understand those of us who say, “but let’s make sure we acknowledge where it isn’t.” So, I don’t really feel like I’m arguing with you, just saying I come at it from a different angle, as my previous anon did.

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Tagged by @beesabuzzin to find “stars,” “journey,” and “stutter” in my WIPs! I don’t have too many, and this is reminding me that I need to vary my words, oh my

“Stars,” found in Here at the Heart of the World

Boss always huffed when he asked, but no one’s here to stop him from opening up the dome and letting the moonlight spill through. Somehow even after all these years, it still works, and Akira refuses to let it rot with the rest of the world. It may be a ruin, but it’s home. And as the ceiling parts with his grand efforts, he can see the moon shining bright and full overhead for her solo audience. It used to fascinate Akira when he was young. Why here, of all places? He’s seen the city—or what’s left of it anyway—and they could have chosen any of those old, empty buildings, but Boss settled here long before Akira came along. Here, in this observatory of the old world, gazing upward towards the heavens and now sprinkled in the countless stars above, left in the care of someone who never knew their stories. But Akira does. He’s read almost every book he could find, noted each tale and conflicting constellation until he decided to create his own from the pieces. So much of his world relies on some sort of synthesis. And now he’s relying on those patchwork friends above to fill the silence.

“Journey” not found, but here’s a little trip in Capsized

“What?” he asks, cold as he looks.

“You’re real freakin’ stupid, y’know that?” That warrants nothing but more of Akechi’s ire, and Ryuji snorts. “I mean, seriously. You don’t got an umbrella or nothin’ in that tacky-ass briefcase?” “...Attaché.” “Uh, you sick or somethin’?” “No, you idiot,” he huffs. “My bag. If you’re going to insult me, at least do it properly.” “Oh whatever, man!” Ryuji displays his distaste with this dude the best way he knows how: arguing and kicking the damp concrete. “S’not like it makes a difference, grandpa. Anyway, you’ve been gettin’ on our asses about not gettin’ sick or whatever, so it’s just funny seein’ you like this.” The way he exhales looks thick as smoke, but no retort follows as it billows out. Surprising, considering he’s been way more vocal lately about how he really feels. And really... when has Akechi Goro, even as the darling detective, ever passed on an opportunity to have the last word? Despite himself, Ryuji can’t be bothered to linger on it longer as they wait out the rain loitering outside some local shop near Yongen station. Not that he ever paid much attention to the weather, but no one said anything about a freakin’ downpour, of all things. A minute or two more at most, then he’ll book it and leave this prick in the “...h’choo.” Damn it. He clicks his tongue and sends with it the familiar spite. No way can he just abandon some asshole when he’s seconds away from catching a cold for real. Fine, fine. He’ll try to make nice with Akechi Goro. Even if he sneezes like a freakin’ rabbit. “Wanna try waitin’ it out at the bathhouse?” He doesn’t answer, so Ryuji wonders if maybe his voice got lost in the pattering somewhere. Or maybe Akechi’s ignoring him. Either way, he makes a valiant second attempt after turning to actually face the guy, and he’s met with a quiet nod. Good enough! Ryuji’s slings the shivering shitbag over his shoulder and makes a mad dash down the main street toward Leblanc. He can’t help his own laughter as Akechi attempts to claw into him with gauntlets he isn’t wearing and a vocabulary he hasn’t heard since their last trip to Mementos.

“Stutter” not found, but slurring and having to repeat words found in Brittle Sea Star

So that’s why when he comes home to Akechi passed out on his sofa with a cityscape of bottles decorating his coffee table, he doesn’t panic. Calmly, he unzips his boots, sets them aside, and treads farther into the room to get a closer look at the damage and what needs to be done. It’s all so familiar that it might make him laugh when the kid wakes up, but there’s nothing funny about any of it. He can’t just tell him it’s another house rule, like with the smoking; if Shinjiro’s never been above a back alley, then neither has Akechi. It’s at least safer to be here. In the midst of Shinjiro tossing the bottles away and getting a glass of water for the kid, Akechi stirs from his slumber and slurs on some sort of sentence that likely sounded very articulate in his head before his mouth couldn’t keep up. He’s at least himself enough to make a face and try again. “Stop, I’ll do it.” “S’fine. Drink some water though. You sound like shit.” He grumbles something that Shinjiro can’t be assed to decipher and moves to stand until Shinjiro redirects him to the glass he’d placed on the end table. He slumps back down, reaches for it, and takes his time with it. At least he knows well enough not to chug the whole damn thing like Aki used to.

Thanks for tagging me!! I really should get back to finishing and polishing these... one day I might actually post something! @ writers, feel free to do this and say I tagged you! I’m really bad at tagging and shy as hell, but I love you 💜 Words to find are “keep,” “ocean,” and “persuade”

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