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Whoa hi there I’m just gonna plop some of my stuff here anyway hii tumblr hii

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going thru it

wanna write my vat7k fanfic…but keep getting distracted bc im thinking abt solangelo fanfic…but i wanna finish the vat7k and idek what id write about solangelo (my life is a struggle)

so anyways drop motivation for me to continue my vat7k fic in the comments (ty milo for already motivating me as well) or drop solangelo fic ideas bc yeah. okay byeee

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nuru attaches a very tall stick with a little flag on it to varian’s backpack so they don’t lose him in a crowd.

varian doesn’t notice for a very long time, then asks what it’s for. hugo delightedly tells him it’s “a tall stick to find the short stack. nuru’s idea.”

this counts as the worst betrayal in vat7k.

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@beckoryweek2025 baby's first baseball game in a while!!

headcanon that playing baseball was something Tony pursued in school stemming from the sport being an activity he used to bond over with his dad—but stopped playing it ever since dad was separated from the family. Just another part of his childhood he tried so hard to leave behind in pursuit of growing up too fast (as a coping mechanism)

and that Gregory persuaded him to give it another shot later on, which he eventually did—which can also serve as a metaphor that it's the nudge he needed into warming up at being okay to just feel like being a kid again due to his ever growing friendship with someone like Gregory

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IM DYING IM DEAD IM WRITHING ON THE FLOOR MY SPECIAL INTERESTS ARE ALIGNING WHAT THE HELL

paleontology everyone

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dumps these and flies away🦄🦄🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

(this was mostly me practicing a new style once again because i think i cooked) (i cant)

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“The accident”

(Vat7k animatic)

Hi everyone!! Here’s a fully colored Vat7k animatic because this fandom has me in a chokehold

This was already uploaded to YouTube but I thought I’d upload it here too : ) ramble under cut

(This was pasted from Youtube) Basically a quick explanation for this because it’s probably needed is that in Vat7k, I think during the trials Varian’s unresolved issues come to bite him in the ass and I think he dreams about his past fuck ups and failures a lot ykwim. The Saporian, imprisoned, captured s3, and blizzard versions of himself are all basically out to get him in his unconscious mind and I think this is a weekly reoccurrence for him. I think Varian has a guilt complex where he regrets how unstable he was before he was imprisoned, regrets being arrested and regrets committing the crimes he did, regrets helping the saporians take over Corona, and regrets giving Cassandra the translation key in s3 (even though it was against his will) and I think these constantly fuck with him

“The accident” is a direct reference to how his entire villain arch started, being where after he’s rejected by Rapunzel he plans to figure out how to free his dad from the amber, only to find that he was too late and his dad was completely encased in it. That scene was entirely responsible for his future actions and I feel like it’s literally the biggest part of his arch in every media he’s in. I find it so important that he’s labeled a criminal and a horrible person when deep down he’s just a mentally unstable and angry teenager who was literally just trying to save his dad—and when none of his friends helped him (cough cough RAPUNZEL WHEN I CATCH YOU) and he had to take matters into his own hands, he was imprisoned for a year??? Yeah I feel like he’d have a lot of ptsd from this actually given that the amber was the entire reason he got himself fucked over

I also strongly feel like Varian has a lot of trauma from just. Being in prison for a year. Like if it wasn’t Disney, that would be the most brutal thing you could image?? A teenager spending a year in prison, starving, freezing, and basically going insane from the solitude?? Yeah, I think his crashouts were reasonable tbh, but that’s just me

ANYWAYS that’s my Ted talk thank you for reading this because OHHH I have planned and thought and wrote about this idea so much it never leaves my brain

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Honestly both could work with his character really well. I love a Yong with awful parents and a big family, but also a big orphanage full of kids that either don’t care or hate him and caregivers who loathe the destruction he causes could be such a beautiful way for him and Hugo to bond. Whatever you choose will be good :D

Idk whether to make Yong an orphan in my fic or have a massive family so decide for me!!!

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varian and ulla have the steven and rose quartz dynamic is this anything. does anyone understand me or am i crazy. if this gets taken out of context and used to villainize rose btw im killing myself

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stinky dump from my notebook (coz i havent posted and im too tired and school is decaying me and)

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Apologies for the MIA, I’m without my digital resources and had to resort to the classic phone editing (I’m bad at it)

Have half an Amburu page because Nuru is my muse

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Something something hold them down from epic the musical but it's Donella singing. Telemachus is Varian, Penelope is the library. No they're not fucking the library it's more like a metaphor for how they're going to use its magic for whatever their end goal is. The only one fucking the library is ulla. Also the first part of the song doesn't really make sense for Vat7k so just cut it out. Am I crazy

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The yuri is RICH with these omg

@bucketsfullofyou thanks for tagging me! Didn't think I'd write two but suddenly I had Ideas, so here's a double doomed yuri, Donulla pre-doom and Miclarith post-doom.

(I don't really have people to pass this on to I'm afraid, but if any of my mutuals see this and want to do a little thing for their otp on a rainy afternoon, feel free.)

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Ulla looked wistfully out the window.

Or at least, it was what Donella imagined “wistful” meant. Her future plans didn’t include becoming a poet.

“I wish I could go outside,”Ulla sighed with all the wist she could muster.

“No you don’t.” Donella pulled the patchwork blanket thighter around herself. “Just been there. Not fun.”

Ulla rolled her eyes. “Come on, it’s just water.”

“Exactly! I don’t get what you think is so exciting about it. As if you’ve never been in the rain before.”

“I haven’t been in this rain.” She returned to her wistfulness. “You just don’t get it.”

Donella let her be.

While she slowly warmed up, she was already scanning the room for possible hiding places, in case Ulla’s parents showed up. She had managed to sneak in without encountering them, and she really had no need to change that now.

“I could get you out, y’know. Same way I came in.”

Ulla shook her head, but a tiny smile pulled up the corner of her mouth now. “I’ll be grounded for more than a week if they notice I’m not here.”

Donella hummed, and they watched the rain fall from the darkening sky. She was a little relieved Ulla had said no. They were nearing winter, and even in Corona, land of eternal sunshine, she could still feel the sting of the ice cold drops on her face.

On the other hand…

“Some other time then. The rain’s nicer when it’s warm anyway.”

Ulla was still staring out of the window.

“We could go to the sea. Lots of wet sand there. Even more gross than usual. You’ll love it.”

Silence.

“Do you think it rains in Koto?” Ulla asked suddenly.

“Uh. Probably?”

“I wanna see it.”

She was actually smiling now, and jumped up towards her small shelf of books. She pulled out a map from in between two tomes and spread it out on the ground. Within a glance Donella saw Koto wasn’t even on it, but didn’t mention it. Ulla was more of a poet than her, so that wasn’t the point.

“We…” Ulla paused, whether it was for suspense or new thoughts, who could even say. “…are going to go everywhere.”

Donella couldn’t help but snort. “Everywhere?”

“Yep.”

“We?”

“You don’t wanna come?”

“Of course I’ll come.”

And it was true, even though that answer was too simple to explain all her feelings about this. But the explaining could wait until she fully understood it herself. For now, she was perfectly happy watching Ulla plan travel routes to cities she had never even heard of.

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Clarith didn’t have to come to the forest when it was raining.

If she was honest, she probably didn’t have to come at all. Trees could usually handle themselves. She didn’t have to water the little sprout anymore. She didn’t have to protect the delicate young leaves from the scorching sun or the forest animals. Still she came.

The tree was now many times as tall as her. Everytime she emerged from the forest and saw it, she took a few moments to look up at it in awe.

Once, Clarith had been taller than her.

But that was far from the only thing that had changed between them.

Clarith treasured these lonely visits in the rain. They somehow reminded her of the day she had found a girl on this very clearing, even though it hadn’t been raining then. A girl with hair the colour of the forest.

She still wore that same colour.

Many, many years ago, when Clarith could still reach the tree’s crown with her outstretched arms, she had sat next to it and leaned her head against the bark. It had been an afternoon just like this one, but the tree hadn’t been big enough to protect her from the rain.

Oh, and she had missed her so much.

She knew Michaela’s fate was bigger than her own, but she had wanted to hold her just a little bit longer. She had loved being a human. She had loved singing. It had to be terribly lonely, being a god.

She had only caught herself when her mouth was already open to utter those familiar words.

I’m sorry for being alive. I’m sorry it’s me and not you.

She didn’t say them that day. Instead, she swore herself she would give everything back Michaela had given her. There was something she could do for her yet.

No, the tree probably hadn’t needed her protection, but she had been there anyway. For her friend. They couldn’t talk to each other like they used to, Clarith couldn’t see her smile, but she knew Michaela loved these visits just as much as she did. And every time she came to her alone in the rain, the most beautiful white flowers would bloom at her roots, and the wind would sing through her leaves to the beat of the raindrops.

The tree protected her from the weather, and on another day Clarith would come to water her again. She was long past the time when she would count the favours one of them did the other. They both still needed each other, and it still made her happier than anything else.

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Thank you @okapis-anonymous! I wrote two blurbs, one of my ocs and one of varigo, plus some doodles.

@simple-study-of-story @prettywordsonpaper @imanalbertross the prompt is write your OTP on a rainy afternoon, but also no pressure <3

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This was the first time Larney had seen rain come down since leaving home.

It’s also the first time I’m seeing it behind a window, Larney thought, touching the glass and tracing a droplet down until it reached the bottom.

They jumped when large warm arms wrapped around their waist and a shorter figure pressed into them from behind. They looked back to see thick black curls nestled into their shoulder blades, and smiled.

“Hey,” they said softly.

Jiayi hummed, grip tightening a minuscule amount before she let go. She stepped around Larney, fingers tracing their arm, then reaching up to run a hand down one of their braids. Her eyes flicked up to Larney, a question in them.

“Just… thinking of home, is all. Rita always hated the rain. Mother hated it too. Said the beasts liked the cover our trees provided,” Larney pulled on their sleeve where the stitching left a sliver of skin visible.

“Do you like the rain?” Jiayi asked.

Larney didn’t know, if they were honest. When Mother wasn’t nearby, Larney would huddle in the lowest branches of the redwoods and watch the beasts cower from the elements. Small, feathered ones with sharp teeth made piles of warmth close to the trunks, while the larger, herbivorous ones collapsed against each other in uncomfortable lines. Larney’s favorite was always the paired dinosaurs. Their steps were remarkably silent despite their size, and they rested their massive heads on each other far away from the other species.

A squawk and a giggle from outside interrupted their conversation. Jiayi and Larney looked out the window and watched a redheaded girl and an unbalanced velociraptor prance in the rain. Jones giggled and chased Buckshot, making the dinosaur squeal and chirp happily, running away only to stop and let the amputee catch up before running off again.

Larney dropped a hand down and grasped Jiayi’s.

“I think I do,” they said.

Jiayi squeezed their hand.

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“I hate the rain,” Hugo groused.

Varian grinned, even as he was being actively pelted by devil water from the sky.

“It’s not that bad!” Varian replied.

Hugo looked at him like he was crazy and tucked himself further beneath the pub’s overhang.

The storm had caught everyone unawares, and Hugo and their group had rushed to find a safe haven. But once they did, Nuru and Varian seemed to get the horrible idea that the rain was ‘beautiful’ and ‘cathartic’. The Princess stood out in the storm with all her fine clothes becoming irreversibly tarnished, but she had the widest grin on her face. Varian lifted a beaker up in the air to catch the rainwater like he wasn’t gathering plenty of samples in his hair, or his goggles, or his stupid vest. Yong seemed the closest to sensible. The boy was crouched, close to the edge where the rain poured down, and stared, entranced, at the way the rain hit the muddied ground. Hugo scowled and pressed his back to the cold stone building.

“You couldn’t make me go out there if you tried.” Hugo knew he said the wrong thing when all three of his friends turned to grin wolfishly at him.

“Oh really?” Yong asked, but it wasn’t really a question.

He tensed as they started to move closer to him.

“H-hold on, no, that wasn’t a challeNGE—!” Hugo was roughly pulled into the rain with the traitors he was supposed to call his friends.

Hugo shrieked and pushed Nuru roughly, but she only laughed. Varian laughed too as he wrapped his arms around one of Hugo’s like a wealthy woman hanging off of her partner. Yong’s usually unmanageable head of hair flattened the moment he joined them in the rain and leapt into a nearby puddle, sending disgusting street water at Hugo’s pants.

“You guys are the worst!” Hugo yelled. He slapped the top of Varian’s soaked head and cringed when black hair stuck to his hand. They all laughed harder.

Yong turned and raced for a puddle near Nuru, jumping and muddying her already ruined dress. She gasped, looking down at her clothes and back up at Yong. For a second, Yong looked worried that he’d gone too far. But then Nuru jumped forward, splashing an even bigger puddle and drenching Yong with unclean water. The pair laughed and chased each other between puddles, and for a moment, Hugo forgot about how much he hated the rain.

Something wet and warm leaned on him, and he looked down at Varian, who looked up at him. Even though the rain and clouds blotted out the sun, Varian’s eyes still reflected a beautiful light. With both arms looped around one of his own, it was easy for Varian to lightly tug on Hugo and bring him down to his level. He barely felt the brush of lips, soft and tingly, and he tried to reciprocate but-

Splash.

The water that Varian had been collecting in that beaker greeted Hugo, blinding him. He yelped and stumbled backwards, tripping and falling on his butt. He scrubbed beneath his glasses and squinted up at a cackling Varian.

Oh that twerp was going to pay.

Hugo scooped mud water up from beside him, pushing up and splashing Varian in the face with the disgusting mixture. The alchemist’s laugh twisted into a gasp and a look of horror. Hugo laughed.

“Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” Hugo leered.

Varian’s head snapped to Hugo. He slowly reached down, grabbing an alchemy ball, and lifted it up.

“This is filled with Butyl lithium. I’m curious how it will interact with the rainwater on your clothes.”

Hugo paled, spun around, and started running, certain that the mad scientist would be right behind him.

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i had a vision

my little polymory

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what do I have to do to go to events where people are dressed nicely and there are plates of free cheese cubes

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Bonus third option: Nuru THINKS she’s good at sword fighting. What she’s actually good at is ballet with a sharp object

i’m torn between Expert Swordfighter Nuru and nuru-who-has-never-so-much-as-looked-at-a-sharp-weapon. because i can absolutely see her kingdom training her in self-defense, but i can also see her not getting the best training because they’re usually in a state of emergency. and it’d be incredible to watch a feminine disney princess swordfighting, but it would also be incredible to watch her progression over the course of time. hmmm.