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tillykitty10 · 9 months

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Avatar AU

Born on Pandora and growing up orphaned, Adora's life has been split between the human labs and the forest. Between the people that raised her in the aftermath of a war her parents died in, and Catra who she feels more at home with than anyone or anything else. On her 18th birthday, Adora finally gets an Avatar of her own and Catra's there by her side to welcome her to the life she's always wanted.

#ive been thinking about this au again recently #and since the buffy one is oneshots from now on my brains like #what if i started posting 🥺#its not my fault the avatar worldbuilding makes me lose my shit #kitty cat Adora!!!!#me taking the white saviour out of avatar because who actually cares about Jake #man doesn't deserve to have the coolest wife ever #me reversing the catra/she-ra height difference cos its cute #the Na'vi are different in this because Catra things #spop #catradora #catra #adora #she ra #/fanfic #/mine #avatar au

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jamietwat · 9 months

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On Jamie’s birthday, Roy gives Jamie two things

The first is a more recent Roy Kent poster because he thinks it’s funny and to be a dick. When Jamie opens it, Roy sounds heavily amused as he tells him he even signed it for him

It was supposed to be a joke (and Jamie does find it funny too) but Roy did not count on having to stare at his own face every time he’s over at Jamie’s now but Jamie loves it and gets it framed and displays it prominently in his house

The second thing is his jersey from playing for Team England except he had Tartt changed to Twatt and Jamie loves it just as much as Roy loves his Kunt one

#Roy when they move in together: We are not hanging a poster of me up in my house #Jamie: but you gave it to me and I like it 🥺 that’s not fair #Roy doesn’t know if it’s worse having a poster of himself hanging in his bedroom or somewhere else where people are more likely to see his #signed poster of himself on display in his house #Fun fact this has been the plan for BLT from the start but I don’t know if I’m actually gonna fit it in around other stuff #And keep track of when Jamie’s birthday would land in it so yolo we’re making a post #And maybe still including it maybe not depending on how it goes #This is part of why their group chat became what it was as foreshadowing #Jamie Tartt #Roy Kent #RoyJamie #Ted Lasso #Mine

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watchyourbuck · 6 months

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List of fanfics I’ll be completing before s7 drops:

Murder Husbands aka Knives to the chest (and into my heart) | chaps 2/15

Magic Bookstore AU | 5 chapters | based on this Inspiration Saturday

Kinky Buddie at work | One shot | based on this post

All the 300-1k filling prompts from this post

Annoyed Buck asking clueless Eddie to make out | One shot | based on this post

I also accept requests but I take a lil longer! As I’m trying to focus on these works ⋆˚✿˖°

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spyderschaos · 3 months

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Made a lil smth

Gold-Silk: Origins

Chapter 1- What a Day

An explosion sets off, alarms blare, white-hot pain shoots through his body, glass shards litter the floor. It’s gone, it’s all gone, dozens of test subjects, experiments, all gone… All but one. One skittering out of the lab and into the bag of an unsuspecting intern, all eight legs and body hidden within its contents.

Never does the spider leave the bag, not when the intern gets home and not until the very next day.

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Amber opens her locker and deposits her bag, as she had grabbed it for lunch, grabbing the books she needs for the second half of the day. As always, looking forward to when school’s out and she gets to go home. The bell rings; making sure her yellow hoodie covers her crop top, and fixing up her short curly brown hair, Amber heads for class, hoping to pass by her friends in the hallway, though she knows they have class on the opposite side of the building this period.

She reaches for the door and the building shakes, 30 feet from her the wall caves in as something big crashes through it, light catching on metal for a fraction of a second, and continues its path. Amber loses her footing, the action of breathing getting harder as dust and debris pile up next to her. And her vision goes black.

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Amber stands up with difficulty, blood running down a small scratch on her face. The school hallway she was in, made to pieces by some.. what even was that?? A guy? A robot? What just happened!?

She looks around holding the back of her neck, staring at the giant holes that were now on each side of the hallway.

A golden spider scuttles on the floor in front of her.

Amber hears a loud knocking coming from behind her, and when she looks back one of her best friends, Gwanda, pops out of one of the lockers. Amber and Gwanda had been best friends since middle school when they both happened to be going through a spider phase, ironic huh?

“Is it gone?”- asks Gwanda, peeking out of the locker she was in, half her body still in it, wearing that pink sweater with hearts scattered over it that she loves so much.

“Think so”- replies Amber, not entirely sure and not bothering to ask why, how, or when Gwanda got into that locker. Well, she couldn’t hear any more walls breaking so that was a good sign. She thinks. Suddenly she remembers they’re still missing another member of their group.

“Where’s Pete..?”

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“Pete!!!”

“Pietro!!”

Amber and Gwanda have been searching for ten whole minutes, ten!! Ok, maybe ten isn’t a lot of minutes but don’t act like you wouldn’t be worried. Yelling his name at the top of their lungs and helping everyone they come across who needs it, they start wondering if they should look for him on the other side of the school or maybe he’s already outside waiting for them to join him until their guardians show up. But before they turn around, they hear a voice coming from a closed classroom a couple of doors ahead of them.

“Amber! In here!” -his voice wobbles, craking at the last syllable, like he’s been crying. Their concern grows as seeing that the destruction implies the… thing passing through here. The girls rush towards the door, stopping at the entrance. Amber felt her stomach drop, how could she have forgotten?

“Tío Enrique!” - she cries out, dashing to his side. She kneels down beside him, not sure what to do or even say when tears start falling down her cheeks. -“What happened?”- She asks, voice quiet, electing not to say another word feeling she wouldn’t be able to finish the sentence without sobbing.

Sniffling, Pietro, the last member of their trio, replies - “I-.. I don’t know, I ran in here to hide after the wall in the hallway collapsed. I only saw, I only saw him there after I had closed the door.”- His hands were shaking, Amber noticed, dust and grime covering them and the front of his graphic t-shirt, possibly from trying to lift the collapsed piece of ceiling.

She remembers now how excited she had been that first day of high school. Yeah, it was a new place and new people, but she was going to have her uncle with her. He was going to help guide her in her high school years, see her graduate, and be one of the people who help her get there. And now here, with most of his body still crushed under part of the fallen roof, Amber takes hold of his hand and watches as her plan crumbles just like the ceiling did. She stares at his closed eyes… Did he die on impact? Hit his head? Was it blood loss? In the ten minutes it took them to get to his classroom? The room is silent, fluorescent lights flickering slightly over their heads.

A golden spider crawls into the classroom, unnoticed, and climbs up Amber’s sleeve.

The seconds pass, all three friends quiet, frozen in the face of what had happened when Amber feels a small prick on the back of her neck, grimacing, her hand immediately shoots up to hold the spot.

“Argh! What the hell?” - She exclaims, sucking air through her teeth.

Surprised at the sudden break in silence, Gwanda turns her head towards her - ”What? What’s wrong”-

Scratching her neck, then looking and her hand, Amber sighs, “Don’t know, probably nothing, sorry.”

Silence falls over the room again, Gwanda laying her hand on her friend’s thigh for support. They don’t notice how much time passes before the cops and the paramedics lead them out of the school.

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Just like the classroom, the apartment is silent. Silent as Amber’s dad opens the door and closes it behind her. Silent as she makes her way to her room, not bothering to turn the light on. Silent as she collapses on her unmade bed, drained from the day.

Days pass as she lies there. She feels sick, not only from her uncle’s death but something else too. She’s feverish and nauseous and her inner writs itch like nothing ever before.- “It’ll pass” - she thinks and goes back to sleep, maybe that way she won't have to think of the fallen ceiling in that small classroom for a bit. Days pass and she hasn’t talked to her friends, a small amount of guilt taking over her when she thinks about how worried they must be. But it passes on quickly as another wave of nausea takes over her. The funeral comes and goes, she’s back in bed the second they get home.

Almost a week has passed by when Amber wakes up feeling better than she’s felt in a while. She gets up and stretches, heading for the bathroom for a quick shower, something she hasn't felt like doing in a bit. She lets the warm water and soap wash out the sweat from being in bed so long and shampoos her hair, not knowing when she’ll be up to doing it again and not willing to take any changes. She exits the shower, puts on a fresh pair of pajamas, and heads back to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Wiping the condensation off the mirror, she catches her reflection, and her eyes widen, dropping her toothbrush into the sink. See, last time she checked the muscles in her arms were not that big. And she was most definitely slightly shorter before. Confused and somewhat panicked, Amber spits out the remaining toothpaste and tries to turn on the faucet. But the newly acquired muscles seemed to be real and not figments of her imagination because when she turns the tap, the thing come off its spot on the sink, and water shoots everywhere. Swearing, she covers the tap with a towel to slow the flow of the water. Significantly more panicked, she grabs the door handle to leave the bathroom and find her phone. The door, of course, had other plans and comes off its hinges, the door knob crushed in her hand. She thanks everything ever that her dad was off at work while she stayed home since the school still needed some repairs.

Amber rushes to her nightstand grabbing her phone and unlocking it, not necessarily thinking through what she planned to say once the others answered.

The phone makes a sound indicating of someone picking up - “Amber? Dude, it’s almost been a whole w-” Gwanda starts but doesn't get to finish.

“Dude I’m ripped!” - Amber interrupts, like that’s a normal way to start a phone call.

“What?” - Pietro, just joining the call, questions.

Noticing her friends are lacking any and all context, Amber elaborates - “I just, I don’t know I woke up today, felt way better than yesterday, took a shower, and when I saw myself in the mirror? Buff arms, man. It’s crazy, I broke the sink and the door too-”

“The door??” - Asks Pete, extending the ‘o’ sound to emphasize his very valid question.

“Yes, the door, I don’t, I don’t know what to do guys. Can you come over? I'm sort of freaking out” - Saying this, Amber takes her phone off her ear, putting it on speaker with the intention of leaving it back on her nightstand, but when she goes to put it down it doesn’t want to leave her hand.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. What the fuck! What the fuck!” - She exclaims flailing her arm all over the place.

“What? What’s wrong now?!” - Demands Gwanda, not knowing what to do from the other side of the phone.

Still wildly waving her arm around, Amber replies, sounding increasingly panicked - “My phone- my phone is stuck to my hand, like, it won’t come off! Come over please, please, please!”

“On my way.”

“Be there in ten.”

#lmk what u think 🥺#is this like #does it count as fanfiction?#can I post this on ao3?#like that’s allowed right? even if all the characters are technically ocs #idk #gold silk #earth 10367 #amber alvarez #gwanda williams #pietro peterson #oc #spyder writes #spiderverse #spidersona #gold silk origins #ok but actually can I post this on ao3? this is like an actually question #my friend wrote like her sona gettin but and I remembered I had started but never finished so yeah

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shewhoeatssand · 2 months

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The thing is about reading Tokyo Ghoul is that I feel like I know Kaneki personally, like we grew up together, he just doesn’t know me. So even when something bad happens to him that he might deserve, its still so upsetting because how could you do that! That’s my boy! You can’t treat him like that, he’s the boy I love!

So I’ll take his side every time because to me we are friends. I might not be his friend but he’s my friend and I will stick by him even if he is wrong. I don’t even know why exactly I like him, he’s just my guy. And it kinda throws off the reading experience like I will not properly interpret the story without assistance bc the whole time I’m fixed on where and what my assigned Boy is doing. I don’t notice how wrong he is until someone points it out. I am convinced the higher powers of the universe put us together on purpose

#if my interpretation of TG seems solid now that’s only because I read a lot of other peoples posts about it #I dont know why I have this innate attachment to him but it was there from the second I saw him?#and now I feel kind of protective over him even though EVEN IF I WAS CAPABLE OF HELPING HIM IN THE SLIGHTEST #HE WOULD PROBABLY NOT NEED IT A WHOLE LOT #like ever since the start he is just My Kaneki and I might’ve gotten a different reading experience with TG because of it #I still kinda struggle grasping the other characters esp if they aren’t close to Kaneki #awwww Kaneki I kiss his fringe #he has a fringe awwwwww he’s got a hairstyle #hedfnfnbfbfnjfbfb #he’s so cute🥺SEE WHAT I MEAN #kaneki ken #kaneki time

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makerandbean · 4 months

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Hi Maker! I've seen a couple of your posts before but just discovered your blog, highlight of my day :)

Omg your drop spindle is so pretty! I get such spinning envy seeing your posts about bus and train spinning, the mentality that spinning while travelling has always been a human thing is so true, might have inspired me to take a drop spindle out more often ahaha

Also I love your bean, I have a bean too!

omg! hiiiiiii bean 2. yours is a black bean and mine is a coffee bean… nearly we have a whole meal together…

and aaaa that is such a sweet thing to say!! re: my spindle, I feel that i gotta promo Kerryspindles on etsy bc their stuff is so gorgeous and so tactile… i know crafts are not abt having fancy tools, and i think improvised spindles are super cool (i learnt to spin on a chopstick shoved thru a little wooden toy wheel) i do also love the sensory experience of sth that looks beautiful and moves beautifully…

but also, i am DELIGHTED my bus spinning adventures may have inspired you!! i’ve had some people go “ick” about buses being dirty (my fibre doesn’t touch the bus! it’s round my wrist! also it’s washable lol) or be worried about social anxiety (i started spinning in public as a way of fighting back against my own social anxiety actually; and also in months of doing this i can count on One Hand the number of people who’ve commented to me on it. small children do stare quite a lot, but i find that charming and aspire to be the sort of person small children stare at anyway so). but i really really do love the sense of ~doing the same thing my ancestors would have done~, in a very loose sense of the word.

and also the sense of just like… i think being “weird” in public is vitally important, and i also like that i’m exposing the public to otherwise quite niche and endangered craft forms that they probably have no exposure to. there are probably hundreds of people who’ve seen me spin, now, who would otherwise never have seen the process of making yarn. i don’t think that Does anything vis a vis improving society, on a cosmic scale, but it does seem kind of neat.

anyway. long ramble aside, yes! take your (you specifically, but also anyone reading this) drop spindle places!! take it mundane places like on a bus or a tram! spin in public! have fun! bewilder some small children!! make yarns! experience joy! and if you take/post any pictures, tag me in them bc i’d love to see :)

#this blog is an elaborate front for my eventual plan to start a cultural revolution whereby everyone spins on public transport #i’ve lured you in here with cat hair and fibre arts but soon… I shall reveal my grand plan…#anyway. thank you for the lovely message!!!#and for the delightful picture of your cat 🥺#what a sweet little beast…#(also I hope you don’t mind me posting this publicly; I tend to assume messages are ok to post unless ppl say otherwise)#maker chats #ask #tyrhinosaurus

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butterfliesornauseous · 8 months

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So I realised I hit way over 500 followers and just wanted to say a quick thanks for all the support over the last two years! Especially since I have a tendency to take unexplained breaks, so it really means that a lot of you have stuck around.

I wanted to say this means a lot to me since you guys have helped me truly feel much better for being into what I am into and making me feel more inspired to continue. I’m so thankful that I have a bit of a platform where I can share my silly little ideas and feel welcomed and even hear back from you guys about your own ideas all because of you guys.

I want to do a little 500 special but haven’t fully settled in something yet but I have 2 weeks off from it being a break at my work so I’ll try to work on something 😁

Thank you all again for the support ~ Kai ❤️

#thank you I didn’t expect to actually get this far 🥺#like that’s a lot of people that actually choose to follow me and enjoy my content #thank you guys again 😭#anyway I have some ideas for a 500 special but I haven’t fully decided be they don’t feel big enough #like I was like maybe I should do a ask game or another this or that since my first this or that was what started gaining me a large #following and actually stopped me for quiting but i also did it before #I’ve seen people do q&as but I feel like I’m not something people would really want to know the person behind the account #or like I could post all my drafts since I treat my drafts like a shit post place and I can embarrass myself #but again thank you guys ❤️#i probably am being dramatic since to a lot of people 500 is not considered much but to me it’s alot

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