#intro: dizzy spells

[fault-classic]

It's been a little while, what have I been working on?

My latest work went into making some pretty significant tweaks to the battle results screen. Really starting to tie things together now, but it's not quite finished yet! That's not all, though.

Back in May I was experimenting with RPG Maker's "weather" system. I had implemented a map-specific "overhang" layer that framed the edges of rooms with black space. That prevented weather effects - like snow particles - from displaying beyond the boundaries of the room.

The frogs are just my debug objects for turning the snow on and off.

But it's not like I wanted it to snow indoors - after I had the overhangs figured out, I rewrote the behaviour and graphics code for the "snow" particles to create these dust particles that float around aimlessly.

This ought to make the catacomb interiors feel appropriately dusty - and make the environments feel less still and lifeless in general.

They even display on the battle screen... though sometimes they tend to crowd around the left side of the screen because of the panning and sliding during the battle intro animation. I'll have to fix that at some point.

During May and June, Vito got a complete set of battle sprites and an attack animation.

And so did Yolei. Oh, and the dog enemy is also new.

The dog enemy is very evasive, but also cowardly and not very tough.

It is capable of the "flee" action, something that slimes and skeletons will not do.

At the end of June I added a MAJOR quality of life feature. When Ashley is facing something on the map that can be interacted with or talked to with the action button, a quotation bubble with an exclamation mark will pop up above their head. No ambiguity! No more pixel hunting or mashing the action button in front of every random tile!

I didn't save any screenshots in July, it was a busy month I guess. But in August I got back to work.

Remember this old sprite? From February of 2023?

Well, I'm revisiting this enemy type with more practice under my belt. Here are some gifs I recorded as I was figuring them out and implementing their assets and abilities.

As armored enemies, they are very hardy - the weaker party members will have a hard time damaging them with basic attacks.

In addition to their basic attacks, all undead enemies can perform a skill that inflicts "fear" status on one party member, which depletes their morale over time...

Here's the same battle running with the mood lighting and dust effects turned on. While I was fiddling with the code, I was also able to configure the target animation to not play if the skill misses. It looked sloppy otherwise.

At some point I put a big, animated door on the front entrance of the debug dungeon. I used this door as a testing model for other interactive doors to use later.

I also spent the last few days of the month filling out Nana's spellbook with some more spell animations. "Dazzle" inflicts dizzy on the entire enemy party. Dizzy enemies have a chance of hitting the wrong target with their basic attacks - including their own allies. Hitting a dizzy target with a basic attack will also knock them down and stun them for one turn.

"Fume" poisons one enemy with a cloud of noxious gas, dealing damage over time.

I should of course note that since skeletons don't breathe, they can't be poisoned in the final game - I was only using this one to demonstrate the animation here.

that's all for now!

[koffeewife]

SHURI X JAMAICAN READER

Summary: A night out at the club takes a bit of a turn when y/n’s favorite song comes on and she starts drunkenly singing it to shuri , it’s the songs unique lyrics that takes shuri over the edge…

Warnings: tipsy reader, high reader, high shuri, implies smut (I’m too scared I’ll ruin it if I write smut lol)

(A/N: post writing this I am just gonna say hats off to all the writers on this platform because it is so fucking hard to translate an idea into a flowing story and I think this is the first and last time I try to do so 😭)

Soooo I’ve been on tumblr for a while reading and interacting but I never dared to write anything..but THIS scenario played out so nice while I was driving and smoking. This song was playing and it started from there you can listen to it but idk if it’ll actually go with the story so the choice is yours. If this is shit tell me immediately I’ll take it down and stfu forever 😭🫶🏾

I don’t plan on translating the patois in the dialog but if it’s necessary pls lmk and I’ll add it !

…here we go🫣 *inhales*

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1:00AM at the club was your favorite time because the normal DJ switched out for a Jamaican one. Who so happens to be your favorite cousin.

You and Shuri decided to go out together to get some drinks in a more social environment rather than staying in like you had for the last year. Getting tired of hearing the complaints that “ Y/N put a spell on our Queen” or better yet “The Queen is pussy whipped” This was the perfect place to show face and vibe discreetly.

You made the final lick to seal your third blunt of the night. The bass in the club going hard to ‘The Harder They Fall’ by Koffee.

“Perfect song to spark the blunt to.” Shuri your girlfriend of 3 years chuckled.

The first pull was harsh but the second was sweet. That’s how you earned the name sour patch from your stoner friends.

“Here baby” you passed the blunt over. When your eyes locked so did your knees, it was a good thing you were sitting.

“You know you look really good when you’re high.” You boldly said. Shuri chuckled in reply and took a hit.

“If you think I look good so good sthandwa , dance with me”

She abruptly got up and put the blunt out, which forced you as well since you rested on her chest . As you two made your way towards the dance floor you locked eyes with your cousin.

When you saw that dumbass look on her face from the DJ booth you knew she was about to troll you in some way. The previous song seamlessly began blending into an intro you knew too well.

(start playing song here)

*Flash Back*

“Y/N long time mi nuh see yuh up weh mi spin yuh kno!” Your cousin said over wine at her place.

“It haad fi lef yuh yaad when it hold suh much luv .” You chuckled. Shuri was by no means keeping you from going out. It was more so you kept each other inside.

“Suh it guh when yuh get a gyal wid a ten outta ten ehhhhh!” You couldn’t help but bust out at the song reference she made.

“Gyal yuh nuh easy!” You laughed .

*Flash Back Over*

As soon as the bass dropped in the song you turned your back to Shuri to whine your waist.

Gyal , your pussy good mi gi’ you

10 outta 10

Up inna mi bed mi want you spread out again

“Careful, this same waistline is how you got stuck in the house for a year.” Shuri whispered in your ear, her waist keeping up with yours as she caught everything you threw.

What a body good , like you mek

outta gem

Hot inna your clothes when you

Step out again

“I’m just showing appreciation for the song choice it’s a tribute to you My Queen.” It came out a lot more breathless than you would have liked but truth be told her waistline was now leading and it was making you dizzy.

A just 10 outta 10 outta 10

Outta 10

Open up your book and mek

Mi tek out mi pen

You turned around to sing the chorus directly to her and the more words you said the darker her eyes sets.

“Slow whine gyal, your so fine

Pussy mek mi cum in no time” you sang.

Even under the club lights you could see the desire swimming in her eyes at the vulgar words you sang to her in your native tongue.

Without you even noticing her hand slide up to house your throat . “ nkosazana uyayazi ukuba indenza ntoni?” (Princess, do you have any idea what that does to me ?) Shuri rasped in your ear over the music.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at her like she hung the stars in the sky herself. The same effect that patois had on her, Xhosa had on you.

It was an instant panty soaker.

“masigoduke ndizokwazi ukubuyisa imbeko sithandwa sam” (let’s go home so I can return the tribute my love.) she ghosted over your lips.

Eyes heavy from the blunts , drinks , and Shuri’s goal to have cum untouched by her voice alone . You closed the gap between you two . The kiss was slow and deep but by no means was it romantic.

Her tongue danced with yours aiming to fuck you in the filthiest reaches of your mind. You knew if you didn’t leave now you would absolutely let her take you where you stood and no one would dare to try and stop the Black Panther .

You reluctantly broke the kiss with a gasp “yes.home.now.come” you spoke all at once and out of order.

You heard her laughing behind you as you practically dragged her off the floor.

“So you think I’m a 10 out of 10 ehhh” she teased . You tried to keep a straight face but failed thinking you both knew that you were both the 10’ s that made up the highest score.

-

*nervous chuckle*😅

[jupiterpiss]

Father!

Father Paul Hill x Fem!OC

Author’s note— This is just an intro to a series I’m coooking up. This does take place some time in the late 1970’s early 80’s.. so keep in mind. Mildred Gunning doesn’t exist sorry folks :(( I got no description cause idk what to say.. anyway enjoy!

Warnings— Mention of pregnancy, vomiting, got some people to proof read but there could be some mistakes (I made this at 1 am), oh and descriptions of a hot priest

She feels like vomiting.

Her stomach churns and twists violently, like the waves that crash not too far from her, the sound tuning into a distant static noise she desperately tries to comfort herself with. Her girls aren’t too far away, running about as high-pitched giggles leave their lips, cheeks rosy and eyes bright as the morning sun as they play.

She’s unsure of what they’re playing, ‘tag’ she supposes, but she can’t pay much mind to it as another wave of nausea rolls through her. Her hands squeeze down harshly onto her thighs, framed bent over as she prepares herself for her breakfast to leave her. Though, it seems quite stubborn.

“Madeline,” she starts, blowing a huffed breath as she tries to compose herself, “Honey,” she tries again, though her calls to her daughter fall upon deaf ears.

Kids, kills them to listen to any sort of authority figure.

She attempts a deep breath but fails, instead gagging and coughing, “Jesus, Maddie-” she tries once more, but doesn’t get to finish her speech. Luckily enough, she gets a loud “yeah?” from her eldest daughter, her small hands pushing back any free strands of hair over her small face.

“Honey, oh je- okay,” she decides trying is useless, and instead remains helpless. She’s sure she’s a sight to behold for all those attending mass this morning, her gagging like a cat with her two little girls running around paying her little mind as they fight each other with sticks. Better then them running around naked and her crying, she supposes. Something her poor mother went through when she was little. Fourth of July wans’t the best time in her household that year.

“Hey? You okay?” A voice calls out, a sweet one. Feminine. She reconzies it as one of her fellow neighbors. Reconzises a flash of black hair and light skin, can guess the rest of the woman’s features that she has engraved into her brain after years of living just two doors down.

She only nods, “Yeah, fine, uh, just gonna’ vomit is all,” she explains, desperate to land a horrible joke that only crashes and burns. Worth the try she supposes.

The neighbors nods slowly, unsure, “okay.. You sure?”

She nods again, “morning sickness, usual pregenat lady stuff, it’s fine.”

They nod, seeming to understand. It wasn’t unusual after all, early trimester meant a one way ticket to the toilet for a few weeks. With that they slowly walk away, going up the steps of mass as they watch her with concern etched in their soft features.

The sun is beaming done on her, seemingly sucking up small amounts of help the breeze brings as she desperately tries to ease the clench of her stomach. She wishes the sun away, hopes a cloud goes over it because what the hell sun? Don’t you see i’m dying here?! It seems the sun, or God, had heard her mindless calls because suddenly the sun is gone, vanished out of air.

She looks to the shadow casted across the grass just above her, expecting to see just dim light but instead sees a figure, a tall one at that. She pays no mind to it, instead giving a small head shake, “it’s okay, I’m okay, just a small dizzy spell,” she explains.

“If being hunched over the grass is ‘okay’, I’m scared to see what is ‘great’”, a low voice jokes, timber and soft. She only laughs, brows rising momentarily before dropping again. She slowly tries to move around, going to face him as she attempts to stand to her full height.

“I’m fine,” she says slowly, trying to reassure the collared man before her (though it’s weak), “It’s okay, just a little morning sickness is all.”

He hums at that. “Seems it.”

“No one ever quite prepares you for the amount of times you’ll be tasting your eggs and bacon when pregnant,” she attempts at another joke, “good to go back for secon-” she cuts herself off as another rush of nausea rolls through her.

“I’m sorry,” she slowly doubles down, setting her hands back on her knees, “ I’m sure mass is about to start, you should go-”

“No, no it’s okay, mass can wait. Much more important matters at play here” he bends down with her, crouching as he hands her a cup of water. A part of her takes note that if he already have a glass of water in hand, he had taken notice of her state much earlier, but she casts the thought aside.

She gulps some down, hoping the liquid would push down her rising early meal, “Thank you.”

He gives a curt nod in return, “‘Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is your power to act.’ Proverbs 3:27. It’s best to make sure you keep hydrated, especially with child.”

“Ah, just a cup of water, but thank you, Father,” she gives a soft smile, slowly trying to straighten out her back from her hunched state

“Think you’ll be okay?” He tilts his head, big brown doe eyes looking up at her in concern, a small frown tugging at his lips. Her brow twitches.

“Mhm,”

He keeps her gaze before slowly going back up to his full height, towering over her like a massive tree, and giving her one last look before looking over to her two little girls. They’ve stopped playing tag now, too focused on ripping grass out of the ground.

“Madeline, Kateylin, go inside please,” he calls out softly, pulling the girl’s attention towards him. They don’t protest nor think twice about listening to the priest, taught to never question a man with such authority before they’re running towards the mass.

He looks over to the pregnant woman again, eyes soft as he holds out a hand, willing her to grab it. She does, giving him an appreciative smile before he brings her along to mass as well, going up the steps slowly as a means to not stir her motion sickness too much.

“You act as if I’m about to burst,” she teases.

“Looked as if you were back there,” he pokes back, canines poking out as he smiles at her and his smile only seems to widen when she gives a soft chuckle.

He leads her to her usual seat in the small church, the same appreciative smile on her soft lips as she looks up at him and takes her seat beside her daughters, with her usual soft expression. The one reserved for him, the same one she held for her husband at one point long ago. That has long passed however, the look is now only for him.

He steps away, going to the front. It’s there he takes a moment to look at everyone in the church, take in the sight of it. For everyone there God has brought in for him to care after, to care for and guide. He looks at the watchful eyes of those who seek the Lord in his own, faces filled with hope and eyes bright.

He looks over to the pregnant woman one more time and it’s then that sun seems to sweep through the windows just perfectly. She’s glowing, he’s sure of it. Whether it’s the sun, the pure love that emits from her or from the child that grows within her, she’s glowing nonetheless. He’s sure that a hallo is around her head, and can almost trace it out with his eyes. A pure angel.

An angel inside the church he helped build, in the town he was helping flourish. The same angel growing his child, that fostered two little girls that surely weren’t his but he was certain to grow into angels just as their mother.

He calms himself then, feels himself too focused on the matter of what’s to come rather than what’s here now.

He takes a deep breath, then begins mass.

[ardenwritesegos]

The Entity Comes Out to Play

Intro

Every once in a while, the entity gets antsy. It has, after all, been confined to a single manor for centuries. A spell ensured the epicenter of it could never fully escape. It didn't, however, prevent the thing from spreading its madness to the outside world. That much was proven over 100 years ago. But we don’t need to get into the details now. What’s the fun in giving everything away? No, the readers want to see the good stuff; to see the pain, whether it be physical or emotional. And it so happens that the entity can do just that. Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get started. And who better to start with than a certain guilty engineer.

Chapter 1

It was just another night of work for engineer mark. The googles needed yet another addition to their devices, forcing him–at least, in his eyes–to pull another all-nighter. Chase tried his very best to get him away from his desk, but nothing would do it. Sometimes, not even the threat of carrying him to bed would sway Gin’s stubbornness. The desk was strewn with blueprint paper and coffee mugs. Still, even all that caffeine couldn’t stop his eyes from desperately trying to close. He shook his head in an attempt to keep himself awake. Regardless, his lids were feeling heavy, heavier than they ever were during an all-nighter. Well, there’s a first for everything. Another cup of coffee would surely do the trick. The instant Gin stood up, everything seemed to spin for a moment, before weighing down on him. The weight pushed him back into his chair. He tried again to get out of his chair. The slightest movement up triggered yet another bout of dizziness. What the fuck was happening? Whatever it was, there was no way he was getting out of his chair. If anything, he could probably call for Chase–

No voice.

No noise.

The engineer tried to open his mouth, but found it was bound shut by…something. Certainly nothing he could feel. He was stuck in his chair, slightly lower than one would usually sit. And now, he couldn’t even call for help. This had to be a dream. It had to be. Otherwise, he was going insane. Gin knew nobody with powers in the house would mess with him like this. There was no other explanation than him not being awake.

So quick to think it’s a dream.

So quick to think it’s not real.

You’re wide awake.

Do you know what’s real?

The whispering voices were quick to overwhelm him.

You are here.

We are here.

We can help you.

Let us in.

He felt as if they were burrowing into his brain from his ears.

It’s weighing on you.

The Guilt.

You’ve hurt so many.

You want to forget.

He…he did want to forget. It always lingered in the back of his mind, all of the actions that lead him here. He can hear the crystal powering up.

You can forget.

You can be happy.

Let us help you.

Let us in.

This was insane, he was going nuts. What-? Why did he almost consider it? Why…why wouldn’t he? He wanted to be happy. He wanted to forget. He could open his mouth again.

Your voice is returned.

Say the words.

“I let you in.”

Repeat.

The engineer opened his mouth, speech still a struggle.

“I…I…”

“I let you in.”

Repeat.

The voices increased in volume, but only by a hair.

“I..” He breathed.

“I let..I let you–”

“How’s everything in here?” Chase came in through the open door, making Gin’s soul jump from his body for a moment. Within seconds, every sensation from seconds ago was gone. He turned around, giving Chase a look at him.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Chase could see the pure fear radiating off Gin’s face

“Uh..” Gin hesitated to say what happened, not sure himself what it was.

“I’m..I’m fine. Just a bad dream,” due to exhaustion, and overall fright, he wasn’t trying his best, in terms of lying. Luckily, Chase bought it right away.

“Must have been a really bad one,” Chase replied, quickly making his way to the engineer’s desk.

“You haven’t looked like this for a good bit,” he leaned on the chair.

“Do ya wanna go to bed?” Engineer looked at the analog clock across from him. It read 3:00 am from his bedside table.

“I don’t…I don’t know…” he looked down, resisting the urge to word vomit about whatever the fuck just happened to him. For all he knew, it could’ve just been a–

(So quick to think it’s a dream.)

He shook his head, trying to erase it like an etch-a-sketch.

“Maybe you just need some company right now,” Chase suggested.

“Like, I don’t know, some snacks and a game of ‘who wakes up next’?” he added, trying to lighten the mood. Well, it worked causing a small smile to form on the engineer’s face.

“It’s not that hard,” Gin began.

“It’s always doctor german or doctor ‘you’re dying.’”

“You never know, it could change up,” Chase replied.

[the-nsa-offical]

Intro

I also run @cia-offical so this is just going to be copy pasted because I’m too lazy to make another one

before I start this: No, I do not actually work for the NSA, nor do I condone their actions. This is a shitposting blog

my only DNI is people who use psychopath, sociopath, narcissist, psychotic, deranged, etc as an insult /srs. Get your saneist asses out of here

i do not do taxes. If you want anything to do with taxes go to @the-irs-offical

anyways

• names Shai, he/it.

• autistic with a special interest in American agencies

• I also have several other mental illnesses/disorders on top of autism. Please be patient with me

• I will use a lot of tone tags. I don’t really care if you use them

• Please use normal text for me. Fonts are difficult for me to read and coloured text can trigger or worsen dizzy spells, vertigo, and headaches for me. If you want, you can do your regular spiel then have plain text underneath; all I ask is that there’s some form of plain text

• strikethrough, bold, and italics are fine

• I’m shit at understanding how I come across so if I make you upset please tell me. I will literally never know if you don’t

• don’t mind the spelling errors. I’ve got shaky hands and my autocrroet hates me

• do not and I mean DO FUCKING NOT make “I am in your house/I am in your walls/ect” jokes. You will be blocked on fucking sight

• my more or less mentally unstable posts will be tagged with #shai thoughts

Uh I think that’s all

[moonangel24]

upcoming next:

Ariana Grande:

intro (end of the world) bye don't wanna break up again eternal sunshine supernatural true story the boy is mine the boy is mine with Brandy & Monica (Remix) yes, and? we can't be friends (wait for your love) imperfect for you ordinary things ft. Nonna

Sabrina Carpenter:

Taste Good Graces Sharpest Tool Bad Chem Expresso Dumb & Poetic Slim Pickins Juno Lie To Girls Don't Smile

Ethel Cain: American Teenager A House In Nebraska Western Nights Family Tree Thoroughfare Gibson Girl Ptolemaea Sun Bleached Flies Strangers

Baby Jane - Hex Isabel LaRosa - more than friends Kiki Rockwell - Syrena Ari Abdul - Worship Chris Grey - LET THE WORLD BURN Reed Wonder & Aurora Olivas - The Machine Madison Beer - 15 MINUTES Nessa Barrett - PASSENGER PRINCESS

Taylor Swift:

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toy Fresh Out The Slammer Florida!!! ft. Florence + The Machine Guilty as Sin? Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Siiickbrain:

headspace when you're not mine duality dizzy spells unconditional voice memo 47 Three Eyes Psychopath Parasite Liar 14 Needles Die Quietly Idols Fear God I am a Machine Transcendence Emergency

DJ Khalil - Elevate ft. Denzel Curry, YBN Cordae, SwaVay & Trevor Rich

Megan Thee Stallion - Mamushi ft. Yuki Chiba

[yuriperhaps]

wip introduction - 𝒟𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓎 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 

genres. fantasy, romance, comedy of errors.

pov. third person. present tense.

synopsis. 

a fairy godmother and wicked witch must set aside their animosity and work together when their spells counteract and cause the two to become stranded in the present day. the rivals must now pose as newlyweds and try to keep their abilities hidden from the outside world as they find a way back home.

meanwhile, a princess, a pirate, and a seriously confused prince struggle to move their story along in the absence of the meddling magic-wielders. 

features. main characters of color, lgbt characters, f/f romance, enemies-to-lovers, magic, trust, pirates and princesses, fake dating, breaking the fourth wall, free will vs pre-destination, fantasy adventures, good versus evil, leaps of faith, taking control of the narrative, heaps of mischief. 

cast.

valentina - the fairy godmother.  lucy - the (so-called) wicked witch. stella - the princess. saphi - the pirate. lorenzo - the prince. 

( character intros to be linked here once added) 

taglist: (ask to be added!) @hysteriaheights 

[clonerightsagenda]

And the Elrics before I have to go take care of other stuff

Ed and Al grew up as rural kids being raised primarily by their mom. Hohenheim is a classics professor who spends a lot of time on sabbatical in other countries doing research on ancient civilizations. Trisha had a progressive health condition and ended up having a fainting episode while driving, crashing the car and killing herself and badly hurting Ed, who now has prosthetics. Ed holds this against Hohenheim because he feels Trisha wouldn't have been driving if Hohenheim were there. (Meanwhile Hohenheim is a hands off parent because he had a terrible upbringing and doesn't know how to raise children, but we'll get to that later.)

Trisha's condition was one of those that gets passed down by X chromosomes and only manifests if you have two. Al is trans in this AU and so could potentially develop it. Since Ed cannot fistfight God in a college AU, he has instead dedicated himself to finding a cure and is studying chemistry with the goal of going into pharmaceuticals. Because they're rural kids who didn't have access to AP or IB tests, against his strongest wishes they are forced to accept the family tuition waivers and attend Hohenheim's university. Ed always crosses the street rather than walk past Hohenheim's building. Al sometimes goes and has lunch in his office. Their relationship is quietly tolerant, although there was one bad moment early on when Hohenheim had been so checked out he didn't know about Al's transition and was like uh... who are you? (Equivalent to the 'Dad!?' 'My antique armor!?' moment.)

Ed and Al got placed into all intro classes because of the lack of advanced class options at their high school. They are both prodigies - Ed always taught Al whatever he was learning anyway, so Al got bumped up a grade which is why they're both freshmen together - and a few days in their chemistry instructor (Roy) can tell they're bored stiff. Al is being polite about it, but Ed keeps raising his hand in the middle of lectures and asking very complicated questions to be a smartass. To get them out of his lecture hall and get some more free labor, Roy arranges for them to take independent study in his lab instead.

Al is also taking chem but is on the pre vet track. As much as he loves cats, he's looking at large animal practice - rural areas need large animal vets! The dual enrollment high schooler at the vet school has a puppy crush on him, and he is being a gentleman about it. Ed has never been a gentleman about anything in his life.

A running plot point is that during freshman year, Al starts having dizzy spells but keeps it under wraps because he's hoping it's unrelated (stress? overwork? dining hall food?) and if Ed finds out he will Lose His Shit and frankly he didn't have much shit to begin with.

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Dirty Little Secret

A/N: hello everyoneeee, this is my first oneshot fanfic on tumblr, which is a Rodrick Heffley x gn!reader, i hope u all enjoy!

warnings: cliche, probably words spelled wrong, bad grammer, swearing and thats about it!

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RRRRRRR! Your phone went off, waking you up from your nap. you oponed it to see what it was, seeing a notification from your best friend, Rodrick. The message read;

"WAZZUP Y/N IM HAVING A PARTY AT MY HOUSE 2NIGHTTT

UR GONNA BE THERE RIGHT?? "

You smiled at the text. last time Rodrick tried pulling off a party without his parents knowing, he got into a LOT of trouble, so you kind of felt like warning him about the possible outcome, but decided to let him figure that out on his own. soon enough, you replied with:

"totally my little drummer boy ;))"

You and rodrick had been friends since your freshman year of highschool. you had first met when you saved him from getting his ass kicked, and ever since that day, you had started to grow feelings for him. he just made your heart fllutter, with his stupid little smirks, and the way his hazel eyes would randomly stare you down while in class.

it was all too much, in a good way.

RING RINGGG!

Your thoughts were shattered as you looked down to see an incoming call from Rodrick, sliding right you answered the call. "Hey doll face" said Rodrick through the phone. "Hola yeah boy." you and Rodrick had a little inside thing inspired by the song Yeah Boy And Doll Face by Pierce The Veil. Even though he used that stupid nickname in a sarcastic way, it still made you feel dizzy.

"What are ya up to?" says Rodrick. "Nothing much, what about you?" you reply, "Oh you know, just practicing for the party" Rodrick responds in a cocky tone. "Really? what song are you gonna be playing?" you ask, "Dirty Little Secret of course" said Rodrick. "Sweeeet, want me to come over early to help you set up?" you ask. "Naaaah its fine, thanks tho sugar" again with the nicknames. "Too bad, i'm gonna ask if i can go over" you respond. "Fine fine, i'll see you then Y/n" "adios.''

You then hung up.

After asking your parent if you could go to Rodricks, you threw on some clothes that were suitable for this occasion and headed out. You and Rodrick didn't live that far away from eachother, so you ended up just walking. You knocked on his front door, and soon heard banging footsteps coming from the garage area. "HEy Y/n, come on in" Rodrick said while aking your hand and leading you to his garage. "Hey Y/n" all of Rodricks band members said, they knew you had a thing for Rodrick, it was obvious after all.

"alright Y/n, we need you to be the judge of how we play today" said Rodrick. you nodded.

~Timeskip to after the (horrible) practice~

"So what do ya think Y/n???" rodrick asked, hoping for a positive response. "Um..you guys did good! Everyones gonna love it" you replied, causing Rodrick to nearly jump for joy. "Wait, what time is it?" asked one of Rodricks bandmates. you took your phone out of your pocket to check the time, "6:25" you answer. "OH SHIT EVERYONES GONNA BE HERE IN LIKE 5 MINUTES-" exclaimed Rodrick, only to be cut off by Greg and Rowley walking into the garage. "Whos gonna be here? oh and hi Y/n" Greg says. "None of your beeswax" said Rodrick, which made you lightly punch him in the shoulder. "Rodricks just having a small get together, but dont tell your parents" you said, you were always there to defend Greg from Rodrick being an ass. Greg nodded and went back to his room, Rowley following behind him. After that, everyone rushed to get the lights on and snacks out. soon, you heard a knock at the door, you checked the time; it was already 6:35. You answered the door, seeing multiple people from yours and Rodricks school. by the time it was 6:40, the house was packed with teenagers hoping for an awesome party. you heard the garage door open, making everyone go outside.

There he was, in all his glory, your little emo boy on the cement pavemant of a stage. Except he wasnt in the back with his drums like usual, he was in the front with the microphone. Singing wasnt exactly his forte, judging from what happened with heather hills that one time. He saw you staring and gave you a wink, which you giggled at. excitment filled everyone, as much as Rodricks banned kinda sucked, it was still pretty cool. Soon, the guitarist started, and then the drummer, then the bassist. A wide smiled spread across your face as the started to play the intro to Dirty Little Secret.

"Let me know what I've done wrong, when I've known this all along"

"I go around to tie my two, just to waste my time with you"

rodrick (very badly) sang into the microphone, you saw everyone slightly cringe.

"tell me all that you've thrown away"

"Find out games you dont wanna play"

"You are, the only one that needs to knooOOOW"

"I'LL KEEP YOU MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET< AND DONT TELL ANYONE OR YOU'LL BE JUST ANOTHER REGRET (just another regret hope that you can keep it) MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. WHO HAS TO KNOW?"

Rodrick sang at the top of his lungs, his bandmates singing the adlibs.

"When we live such fragile lives, its the best way, we survive"

"I go around to tie my two, just to waste my time with you"

"Tell me all that you've thrown away, find out games you dont wanna play"

"You areee, the only one that needs to knooOOOWW"

"I"LL KEEP YOU MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET, DONT TELL ANYONE OR YOU'LL BE JUST ANOTHER REGRET"

"MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET, WHO HAS TO KNOW?"

"THE WAY SHE FEELS INSIDE"

"THOSE THOUGHTS I CANT DENY" "THESE SLEEPING DOGS WONT LIE" "AND ALL I'VE TRIED ITS TEARING ME APART'

"TRACE THIS LINE BAAAACK"

Rodrick saw you in the crowd, and looked deep into your eyes.

"i'll keep you my dirty little secret..dont tell anyone or you'll be just another regret"

"I'LL KeEP YOU MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRETTTT DONT TELL ANYoNE OR YOU'LL BE JUST ANOTHER REGRET MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET DIRTY LITTLE SECRET DIRTY LITTLE SECRETTT WHO HAS TO KNOW? WHO HAS TO KNOOOoW!" Rodricks voice cracked up, which made you giggle. The crowd clapped at the silly performance. Soon after, everyone headed back inside to hang out and party.

You went up to Rodrick and told him how amazing he did. "Thanks Y/n" he said, blushing while looking down. Rodrick turned around and whispered something to his band, which made them smile and walk away. He looked back at you and said "Lets go to my room, yeah?" You silently nod, and follow him up the stairs towards his room.

Rodrick closed the door behind you, and sat you down on his bed.

"Uhm, y/n..i've been wanting to tell you this for a really long time now.." you put your hand on his, trying to calm his nerves, little did you know that made it worse. "i..i love you. i love you so much"

"Rodrick.." Your eyes widen, your cheeks heat up. You find those beautiful hazel eyes stare into yours, until they close of course. You copy Rodricks action and close your eyes. The both of you lean in and share a kiss long awaited. His lips are softer than they look, and he tastes like cherry lip balm. You both pull away and smile, blushing at the thought of what just happened.

"I thought your mom had told you to not kiss anyone with the door closed?" you ask. Rodrick smiles and says,

"I'll just keep it my dirty little secret."

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A/N: TYSM FOR READINGGG im sorry it took so long to come out, but at least its here now! ty again for reading! have a nice day/night<3

[on-noon]

AITA Wip Intro

thanks for the tag @saltysupercomputer

Open Tag!

(Countdown to Magic)

AITA for bringing about the affects of my friend's curse?

I (17M) have this friend (17F) who I was supposed to teach magic to, but she wasn't doing any because she had no motivation. I decided to show her some people doing different spells, hoping one of those would show her how useful and cool magic is, and then she'd want to use magic and I'd have been a successful teacher.

I showed her people doing one spell, and that didn't inspire her so I brought her to where people were doing more obvious magic, and she collapsed and ended up pretty sick in bed for over a week. That was when I learned her curse caused her to react to magic cast nearby.

She hadn't told me what her curse was, but I had figured out she had one. I should have been able to figure it out, the one time she used magic she got really dizzy afterward, even though that magic was supposed to be side effect free. I suppose that also explains why she was learning magic from me instead of in the class.

But I brought her there, and to another spell despite her protestations and then just stood there when she went down. AITA?

(ChemistMan)

AITA for distracting my brother from his racing?

I (15M) got expelled from school (technically for something that was an accident, but there were things I had done that they couldn't pin on me that deserved to get me expelled), and so my older brother (20M) had to? decided to? helped me get into another school. The problem is, he's really busy (both a professional dragon racer & running for an election). I don't care about the election, won't be voting in it, but I fear all his helping me out might be getting in the way of his training for racing? (Which could really cost him because half-a-second could mean the difference between first & second, and the difference in career trajectory)

Also, I could have been more cooperative with my dad finding me a new school, and then my brother wouldn't have to. AITA?

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

I bought an outfit for this. A lavender power suit. I'm not good at clothes at all and absolutely cannot wear the heels I got to go with them after yesterday's fuckery...but I'm still going to. Not entirely sure about the blouse because it buttons and buttons are the enemy of big tiddies everywhere. Last thing I need is to PROVE I'm trashy instead of just talking about it. I ask him how I look, and he takes my face in his hands and kisses me dizzy before saying "beautiful, but..."

Hold up. "But?"

"Not at all like yourself. Are you...is that intentional?"

He's asking me if I'm hiding and I know it. I kinda don't like how he can do that already.

"Yes."

"Well...you look great either way. Hey, in those shoes, you're almost adult sized."

The audacity. He's getting too comfortable.

"Please fuck off."

"I can't...I have to carry you. There's just no way you can walk in those right now is there?"

He's not wrong. I put them on and stood up and that's as far as I got...and have been leaning on him heavily. But I feel like I need to prove a point so I step away from him, intent to at least walk down the hallway, but he catches me and makes me sit.

He gets on his knees, like he did for my panic attack yesterday, and takes hold of my ankle...lifting it to take my shoe off of me. He's really quite suprised at the stripper heels he finds when he pushes my pant leg up but still he undoes the bow and unwinds the ribbon that ties up my leg.

"What's a nice girl like you doing in some shoes like this?"

"I thought I'd do some bad girl shit later if you were interested."

"Then you can put them back on later." He undoes them both, tossing them back in the closet before setting to kneading at my feet like he did my back last night.

"Stop it."

"This is purely clinical. If I don't get circulation back..." it feels super good, to the point when I just let myself fall back onto the bed and lay there. "I'll stop if you want me to..."

"Don't stop."

"I think that's my favorite thing you say to me."

Dude is offically out of control. The sheer hubris. I remember when he shyly asked me if he could kiss me the first time. It seems like a long time ago now.

I don't want to ever get up, but my alarm goes off. I have an hour before I have to be there and unpack my shitty childhood for a bunch of rich people. I tell him this is what it feels like and he says "what if you didn't do that?"

"I have to go..."

"Yeah, but...what if that's not what you do when you get there?"

I shoot up and shout "WHAT IF THAT'S *NOT* WHAT I DO WHEN I GET THERE?"

He lets go of my feet. "We better go, before you throw up."

I abandon my blouse and put on a tarot card tshirt. Looks pretty nice with my suit and million mile boots. I'm fully ready to either kick some ass or cry. The last thing I do before we leave is slip my mala into my blazer pocket.

Sitting in the car when we get there, I have to open the door and dry heave. He pats my back as I do.

"You really going to throw up?"

"No...this...I always do this before a thing. I've done it since drama club. It's a thing." He tries very hard not to laugh at me. When I'm done with my little spell, we go in and find our seats. I feel very fancy at having two reserved. I kiss him before I go and tell him "please do not perceive me."

"I promise I won't notice you at all."

"Thank you."

My intro was strange. They called me a young lady, butchered my name, and claimed I had a "tragic" story. If you've never dealt with really rich people before, or been the token poor hired to entertain them, you might not know that most of them get off on this immensely. Poverty tourism is absolutely a thing and I will disagree heartily with anyone that says it's not. I could play into it, I could give them what they want but I do not believe it's necessary, or kind. I think we should do what we can for each other because that is the greatest responsibility of man. To love, to care, to seek to understand and be one. I believe in the one with so much of my heart that I cannot be party to it's division...it's mangling. It's destruction at the hands of a room full of ego. So, I take the stage with some of the best advice I've ever been given ringing in my ears: what if that's not what you do when you get there?

After my opener (which is...just so good I'm surprised that I wrote it) I thank them for coming. I tell them that I love them. I tell them that the reason for my being there is a moot point now (this was, partially, fundraising for the initiative that got shit on by the city) but that I wanted to come and tell them that anyway. A ripple of shock goes through the crowd...and I find out later that a council member who was absent from that meeting was in attendance, and had also not been told they shot down my measure. And he was, to borrow a southern-ism that I really like, smooth pissed-offt. In the ensuing mild chaos, I do the only thing I can think of and start telling jokes. After a while I give the emcee a "one", and a twirl of my finger...I'm wrapping up, get ready. At the end, when I thank them for having me and wish them "goodnight and good luck" (so mad I didn't think of that but I say it a lot anyway) I look out into the crowd and see my very own Hot Librarian, absolutely breaking his promise to not perceive me...with his hand over his mouth, choking down the giggles. This has been a mess, but at least we had fun.

When we leave immediately after (neither one of us really want to hobnob...it's exhausting) and sit in his car, he asks me what I want to do now.

"We could climb a tree..."

"We could. I have a little time."

"I'm sorry. If you have plans..." it didn't occur to me that he might but I've been taking up so much of his time that I genuinely feel a little bad.

"Oh stop. No...I just have something for you that I can't give you in a tree."

It's drizzly, and the Christmas light cops are out in full force at the park so we just walk around a bit before I stop him at my favorite tree. I've been coming to this park since Red was a baby and have always loved this tree best. It has a vibe.

"I have something I want to give you. It's not new and you can't keep it forever but you can decide when it moves on."

He's very confused. "Okay?"

I take the mala out of my pocket and tell him the story of how it was given to me by Old Pete when I was a child and we lived in a commune. (I know, I know. My childhood was veryyy fucking weird.) Old Pete was my best friend, and saw that if I wasn't already troubled by the circumstances of my life, I would be. He's the one that taught me metta and that it should begin with yourself. That you cannot pour from an empty cup, and that you cannot give others love you don't possess for yourself. I don't always love me, but every morning when I wake up and remind myself that I am not on earth for no reason, I think of him and try harder. When he found out my mother was moving us again, he brought the mala to me and told me that just like love, it was meant to be given away. To give it to someone, someday, who brought me peace from outside as well as within. Someone who made me feel still. A gift for a gift. I have had that mala since I was 8 years old...and have never even thought of giving it up until now.

I hear my blood rush in my ears as I ask him to hold out his hand. He does, and I take the mala out of my pocket and lay it in his palm. I leave my hand over his for a moment.

"I don't know how we happened but thank you. For everything. For just existing." I meant to be more poetic about it but there you have it.

When I move my hand, he looks at it, and begins turning the beads. "I'm so honored. I love it. I love you."

Because I'm just so highly a mess, since I met him I've been thinking about what I might do if he ever said that to me. I almost told him in the grocery store when he was intent to pick me out the perfect little cactus. I almost told him when he ran to his elderly neighbor, so excited she was back. I almost told him when I found out he likes Kimo as much as I do but unlike me, is not annoyed by him in the slightest. I shouldn't have let him be the first to say it, I should have saved him the worry I have felt but looking at him...he doesn't look worried. He doesn't seem hesitant or pressed in the slightest.

HOLY SHIT HE'S TELLING THE TRUTH.

And I'll be gottdammed if that isn't what flies out of my mouth...and he laughs so loud it echoes in the trees.

"Honey you can't possibly be surprised. Has it not been obvious like...this entire time?" He says that like it's been years and I realize it doesn't matter to him at all that it hasn't been.

"Well I..."

"You what?" He's liking this too much. He's been getting me to blue screen a lot lately and enjoys it every time.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He pulls me into a hug, and someone nearby claps, probably thinking we just got engaged. Tis the season, I suppose. He kisses the top of my head, because he can. "Let's get out of here before they bring a preacher out and rush us."

That's...I'm still thinking about that. Perhaps even more so than the madness that happened when we got back to my house...but probably not because THAT was a situation.

[i-legit-dont-know-what-im-doing]

Dewey se encuentra solo cuando descubre la verdad en el diario de Lena al final de la primera temporada??? Cómo lo maneja??

I know that this wasn’t technically your question but I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now, I hope that this is ok and that it still answers your question, if not then let me know and I can try and go into more detail about what you want to know. Now, without further ado:

How The Shadow War Part II: Day of the Ducks! would go in my “HDLW grow up with their Duck Cousins counterparts” AU (Part 1 is here)

Quick Note: To avoid this being too long and/or bothersome I’m not going to talk about the things that would stay almost exactly the same as in canon (I.E.: The one-on-one scenes with Scrooge and Magica) unless it’s A.) Very important, or B.) Not super important but I need it for set-up so that things don’t just happen out of nowhere

The family is in shock of Magica De Spell’s appearance when Gyro, Manny, and Lil’ Bulb climb onto the boat talking about the underwater lab and the shadows

Donald starts giving his dramatic speech, only for no one to be able to understand him and for Dewey to half-jokingly call him “Unintelligible”

Donald chases Dewey around, Gyro grabs him and gives him The Barksian Modulator (the voice box thing)

Donald does some quick tongue twisters and then finishes his dramatic speech and tells everyone the game plan

Donald tells Dewey to stay at the dock and to “Under no circumstances come to the bin”

So obviously he’s going to the bin

However, he can’t break in on his own and goes to find an expert on breaking into places: Lena

He goes to search the old stage by the beach where she usually hangs out and when he can’t find her anywhere he ends up stomping the ground from frustration and accidentally opens a trap door

Dewey goes down to find a clearly lived-in room, but still no Lena

He spots the journal under a bench(?), quickly pulls it out, opens it, and begins reading:

“To end the line of Clan McDuck She sought a token of their luck Lo, with the eclipse in its prime She’d trap old Scrooge within his dime But Scrooge reversed her vengeance planned And in his Dime, the witch did land. Yet as he struck the final blow She cast a spy from her shadow I walk the earth and wield her power To bring about McDuck’s last hour”

Dewey is heartbroken and angry when he finds out that his only friend betrayed him for Magica and ends up pulling a curtain down from the wall to reveal Lena’s painting of Magica being freed and trapping Scrooge in the dime in her place

He runs off with a new determination to save his family

Dewey swims to the flooded underwater lab (I have no clue how they get the scuba gear in canon but that’s how he gets it here too) and swims up the elevator shaft to one of the Money Bins hallways

He trudges up the stairs until he realizes that his shadow is back and it attacks him

He managed to cut the lights so he won’t cast a shadow and uses the night-vision goggles that he keeps with him because his granny always says that “A good spy is always prepared”

As soon as he steps into the office, and into the light, a bunch of shadows rise up

Before they have a chance to attack Dewey Donald tackles one of them saying “Get away from my kid” and proceeds to take out the rest of them

They have a brief “You’re right on time” moment before more shadows appear and Donald pushes Dewey through the door to the Bin and tells him to save his uncle while Donald holds off the shadows

Magica sends a blast of magic towards him, breaking the platform Dewey is standing on

He manages to use his grappling hook to slow the fall although he does land rather ungracefully

Magica brings herself closers and shows off her new limited edition Scrooge-Dime

She starts attacking him and Dewey decides to use the “Cause as much chaos as possible” battle tactic

He runs around dodging her attacks until she’s dizzy and disoriented, and then he kicks the dime out of her hand and charges for her, fueled by the rage of the betrayal of his best friend

Dewey continues to attack her with the sorceress now on the defensive while yelling at her

Magica manages to summon the dime back to her and knocks Dewey away, stating that Lena could never be his friend because Lena was never real

Magica tells him how pathetic he was to be friends with a shadow

She sends a bolt of her magenta magic towards him with the intent to “put him out of his misery” only for a bright blue light coming from his bracelet to shield him

Lena appears in her shadow-realm form (idk what to call it) and shouts at Magica to get away from her best friend while tackling her

The two fight for a bit and Magica hits Lena with her staff, sending the girl away

Dewey shouts and launches himself at the woman in a fit of rage

She drops the dime and Dewey grabs it and runs

Magica send a blast of magic at him but he uses to dime to deflect it and ends up freeing Scrooge

Scrooge images Magica in a fight and knocks the staff away from her just as Donald, Beakley, Manny, and Fenton open the vault door

Donald sees the staff and attempts to catch it only to trip and break it, thus draining Magica of her powers and dispelling (pun intended) the shadows

Magica uses a smoke bomb and runs off.

Dewey solemnly stares at his friendship bracelet as he realizes that Lena is gone

He puts it back on but fails to see Lena briefly appearing behind him as he does, and then approaches his great-uncle

Scrooge gives him a large hug

Donald attempts to say that family is the greatest adventure of all, only to start coughing and cough up The Barksian Modulator, which Scrooge covers with some coins

The family “swims” happily in the gold

Meanwhile, Della and Webby see a picture of Scrooge McDuck and his family on the TV they’ve barely gotten to work, and notice a few missing people

Ok, I know that it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done an episode post and I’m sorry, I will try to get better at that. Right now we just have to get through Nothing Can Stop Della Duck (AKA Webby intro part 3) and Whatever Happened To Donald Duck before we reach [REDACTED] (feel free to guess what it is). I’m still not planning on answering any “how would [episode] go?” asks anytime soon (mostly because I don’t have the energy right now) and the main reasons I did this one was because I’ve already done part one of this episode and it was on my list of episodes I want to do. However, I would still love to answer any other asks you have about this AU!

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[yaiza-zelaya]

HAPPIESTPLACEHQ TASK 2 - MUSIC MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

Playlist your character would listen to

Their favorite song

Bo Mambo – Yma Sumac

“Bam balai, lamento negro que va Bonban, es la danza para guapas Ay, lamento que llega al corazón Bonban, con amor”

It happened when she was just a little girl: the great Peruvian singer Yma Sumac returned home from her continental tour, and for her birthday, Yaiza’s father took her to watch the coloratura-soprano live in concert. It was one of the most glorious experiences in the young chemist’s life, one she treasures even several decades after. From all the songs she sang, this one was always her favorite, and the one she got a record of as soon as it was made available, even travelling to Buenos Aires to buy it straight from the recording company before anyone else could.

A song they listen to when sad or upset

Puro Teatro – La Lupe

“Teatro Lo tuyo es puro teatro Falsedad bien ensayada Estudiado simulacro “

Anyone who knows Yaiza well (and there’s not a lot of those still currently walking around) knows that she can be a little bit… Well, dramatic. Not in a bad way, of course. More in the sense of theatricality, of being fully in touch with her emotions just as well as she knows how to perform those emotions for them to be noticed. Since she doesn’t believe in being humble or becoming smaller and quieter for other people’s benefit or comfort, Yaiza needs a properly grandiose song to fit her less lively moods –usually brought by other people’s dishonesty and lack of thoughtfulness.

A song they listen when they are happy or need a cheer up

Cuánto Me Alegro – Cuarteto D’Aída

“Me alegro de tu sufrir Me alegro Que estés llorando Y que te quieras morir”

What can be better to cheer someone up than a song about the joys of schadenfreude? Just as her woes tend to be caused by someone’s deceit, there is nothing more satisfying than seeing those who underestimated her get their dues. And, of course, this song is also extremely upbeat and danceable, which Yaiza always values.

The first song they would put on in the car for a long drive

Perfidia – Xavier Cugat

As the extraordinarily rich woman she is, Yaiza hasn’t touched the steering wheel of a car since 1972; nevertheless, she does enjoy travelling quite a lot, with a good chunk of her yearly budget going to holidays and flight expenses. And one song she always starts her travelling with, mostly because it puts her in a content, relaxed mood, is Perfidia. It’s light, breezy, and as she gets older and a little bit more prone to dizziness spells, it’s quite good to relieve her tension and maybe doze off for a few minutes.

A song from their childhood

I Like It Like That – Pete Rodríguez

“Baby, if you think you’re shy Do me a favor, honey, Go someplace and hide”

While not exactly childhood –more like her teen years –this song was a constant presence in birthday parties, quinceañeras, weddings, New Year’s Eve, and all other celebrations. Since a good amount of business associates of the Zelaya family had their residence in the US, and (to her surprise and, frankly, disgust) a good amount of their children didn’t even know Spanish, and while Yaiza was fluent in English from a young age, that meant that most contacts with other young rich people were made through her second language. So, even though there was something of a cultural rift between her and those second-generation kids, Pete Rodríguez’s much-beloved music, especially this song (a staple of every gathering), helped her bridge that gap. One good thing she could say about the gringos, is that their music could have turned out to be much worse.

A song that represents a significant relationship

Brujería – El Gran Combo De Puerto Rico

“Que tú me tienes temblando De noche y de día Me quieres mandar pa’ la tumba fría”

While her father had plenty of little nicknames for her dearest daughter, the one he used the most was taken from this, one of his favorite songs: ‘mi brujita’, ‘my little witch’. This was a badge of honor for the young Yaiza, since, while other girls might be their parents’ little angel, or their little princess, she knew she had a power much more practical and real than that of her peers. Surrounded, in her early years, by the nouveau riche community of Lima, where similarly suddenly affluent families from other parts of the southern continent also owned homes and properties, Yaiza has always tried to stand out. Whether by her darker sense of humor, her cutting-edge fashion style, her fascination with death and everything related to the embalming process, it could be said that Yaiza Zelaya was never like the other girls; and, to an extent, Yaiza knows that this was possible mostly because of her father’s encouragement and involved role in her education.

The song they belt out when they’re alone and no one can hear them

Oye Cómo Va – Tito Puente

“Oye cómo va, mi ritmo Bueno pa' gozar, mulata ”

As sticky a song as they come: impossible to shake off once you hear it, simple and easy to remember. Each time the intro comes along, Yaiza can’t stop herself from tapping along, shimmying her shoulders as the flute begins… And by the time the lyrics start, Yaiza’s already either mouthing the words or screeching them like a banshee, depending on her current mood. She has heard other covers and versions of the classic song over the years, but found none of them to her taste: in her opinion, this is the most stripped down, essential version of it –exactly long enough, not a beat out of place, not a note lacking or in excess. Basically, even if it’s not her favorite, Yaiza will probably argue this is the most perfect song to have been created.

Their karaoke song

Quizás, Quizás, Quizás – Celia Cruz

“Estás perdiendo el tiempo Pensando, pensando Por lo que más tú quieras Dime hasta cuándo, cuándo”

Another classic, though this one has a bit more lyrics to sing along to. It’s not hard at all to find in karaoke bars around the world, especially known by its English name (‘Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps’), but, since the music’s the same… Regardless of what people may think of her, she will always sing it in Spanish, since that’s both the language she finds herself most comfortable with, and to stick it to the rest of the crowd, if she happens to be somewhere where her mother tongue is not the norm. There are many things that you could call Yaiza, after all –but shy isn’t one of them.

[mino-diabolik]

𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔

✣ Intro ✣

Once in the past, Carla drank a potion made by Elle.

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Magenta emanates from the bubbling kettle, sparkling and glittering as I toss various ingredients into it, muttering about the quantities.

“A cup of strawberry extract, a tablespoon of Stardust, a pinch of Lust and Passion...” I continue on and on, glancing over at the book levitating mid-air at face-height in front of me.

Once all ingredients are checked off the list, I stand directly in front of the kettle and hover my hands over it. I look over at the book and read out the spell, “Creatio, animari.”

The magenta within the kettle swirls on its own and soon shifts into a hot pink. The horrible stench of so many Makai ingredients tossed together disappears and is now a pleasant fruity scent. Perfect amount of strawberry.

I smile to myself as I lift my hand and snap my fingers. A tea-set jumps out of a package next to the table and arranges itself just in front of me on a platter.

I take the teapot and place it in front of me. I grab the handles of the kettle and gently pour the potion into it. With that finished, I stretch out my hand to the glass contained next to me and pick out a small star-looking candy and drop into the teapot. It disintegrates and smoke puffs out of the top opening, forming a heart before dispersing.

I place the kettle back down before closing the teapot and returning it to the platter with the rest of the set.

The door to my room opens, which makes me glance over. Carla enters. “I was wondering where that scent was coming from... it was you, after all.”

“Well, sorry for havin’ nowhere else to do my work comfortably.” I say sarcastically, snatching the container of Stardust from the table. “It was an urgent request. Don’t worry, ‘just gotta clean up and the smell’ll go away.”

“Don’t fret.” Carla is unusually quick to respond. “It was merely for a moment, but decided to investigate it on my own.”

“I see,” I mumble, gathering a few more things off the table. I turn around and begin walking towards the cabinets across the room. I open the cupboard and begin putting the containers away.

Carla whiffs the air repeatedly. “That is a pleasing scent.” He comments.

I scoff and smirk. “You think so? Why don’t you serve yourself some, then?” I ask sarcastically.

There’s a clink, the another. I snap my head back to see Carla calmly sipping from the edge of a teacup. I gasp loud; the bottle of Stardust slips out of my hand. “Carla, no—!” I tighten up my hand and yank it back.

Carla halts in surprise when the teacup gets snatched out of his hand by an invisible force. I catch the cup and look up at him with widened eyes. He suddenly grimaces and bents forward, grasping to the edge of the table; he groans in pain.

“Carla!” I gasp.

A few seconds later, he finally looks up. He firmly stares at me; a sudden gleam of pink crosses his eyes.

“Oh, shit...” I say under my breath, slowly putting the cup down.

I move closer towards him and tilt my head sideways. He follows me with his eyes in silence until I’m in front of him. He blinks repeatedly and frowns, bringing a hand to his head, groaning in discomfort.

“Are... are you alright?” I ask.

“I’m—” he sighs, “dizzy. A bit lightheaded.”

Lightheaded? I wonder. Could it be that I perhaps added more than a pinch of Lust? I know it often has an aphrodisiac after-effect...

“Would you like me to take you to your room?” I ask nervously.

Carla let’s his head drop on my shoulder; my body tenses up. “Ca—Carla...” I bring my hand up and grasp the back of his shirt.

He begins breathing raggedly against my neck; his breath is hot and deep. I feel goosebumps crawl up my spine. His grabs my thighs and lifts me up, making me gasp in surprise. He sits me down on the table and leans over me, his lips still tracing my neck and collarbone.

“Wait, Carla!” I exclaim, slamming my hands on his shoulders and shoving his him away. I hop off the table, just in time before he tries to pin me down again.

I quickly move to the other side of the table. “Hold your horses.” I lift my hand up. “You drank a potion I made in the form of tea just now. Try to cool your head before something really bad happens.”

Carla hums deeply, staring at me like a starving wolf would look at a deer.

I glance at the door next to him and grip the edge of the table before shooting forward. I barely manage to grab a hold of the handle before he corners me against the door with his body.

Carla begins kissing the nape of my neck, making me gasp silently. I press my forehead against the door. He slides his hands around my waist and begins wrapping my hands around my torso. He kisses my neck, to which make ms me tilt my head away.

I shakily lift my hand up to his head and grasp his white locks.

“La... Lapsus.” I huff.

Carla lets go of me.

I feel my legs go weak and I collapse to my knees, pressing a hand against the door to steady myself.

“What...” Carla huffs, pressing a hand against his forehead.

I turn around and lean back against it, smiling in relief. “Ah, ya’re back. ‘M glad.”

Carla suddenly blinks and slowly looks up at me. “Did I really—?”

“Almost wrecked me from behind?” I chuckle. “Yes, that’s correct.”

Carla becomes visibly flustered and suck in my lips, suppressing my need to burst out laughing for respect and to spare him some of his pride.

“Well, at least now I know I need to be careful with how much Lust I add into it. If I had given it like that to my client, I’m pretty sure it would’ve been quite a mess.” I bite my nail and ramble on. “Perhaps they would’ve liked that... who knows.”

Carla groans again, putting a hand on his head.

“Give it a few minutes. The headache’s a side effect of the potion.” I say, pulling up my knee to my chest and lean against it.

Carla frowns, looking up at me.

“What?” I scoff with a tone of laughter. “I wasn’t the idiot who drank some strange potion on the table of a witch.”

“You told me I could.” Carla defended.

“Have ya ever heard of sarcasm, ya doofus?” I say. “It ain’t a problem of mine that you got no idea of how to tell actual words from jokes.”

Carla goes silent of this and looks away.

I smirk and chuckle silently. “Ah, clueless and naive,” I sigh, “that’s what I love about you.”

Carla’s eyes widen noticeably and I smile shyly when I realize what just slip out of my mouth.

“Aight,” I jump back to my feet and walk towards him, “I think I said too much.” I grab his arm and force him to his feet before turning to push him out the door. “Well, I’ll see you later. Good night, Carla!” I speak in a rush and slam the door shut again before he gets a chance to say anything.

I back against it and sigh. I bring the back of my hand and place it over my eyes. “I really went overboard with that, huh?” A smile finds its way into my lips and can’t help but let out a chuckle.

[queencobraevaarchive]

Sweet Sweet Intro

This is my smol child Eva’s intro that will be entirely too long but here we go..

Name: Eva Giatti

Nickname: Eve, Evie (certain people who are super close to her use that name)

Associations: Jounalist, Civilian

Birthday: September 15th 1994

Place of Birth: Reggio - Emilia Italy

Location: Darling Bluff, Sunset Port Maine

Sexuality: panromantic demisexual

Pets: Milkyway and Orion {cats} Shamrock {snake}

Hobbies: Blogging, Cosplay, craft making,

Face Claim: Jodelle Ferland

Height: 5'0

Social Media: EvaG (twitter and insta)

blog url: Eva Writes Stuff

Occupation: Journalist

Injury tw, car accident tw, Anxiety disorder tw

Some History

Sunset Port

Eva considers herself a sociable recluse. The only person she is comfortable being herself around is her best friend Mariella De Palma. She takes comfort in being alone but if a topic of interest pops up she will definitely chime in with enthusiasm. Eva has a hearty collection of books she considers her pride and joy.

If she isn’t at home or at work she is probably somewhere nature heavy. She loves trees, learning about them, climbing them. It’s how she broke her wrist twice as a child and then once as an adult. Eva is quite fond of pranks and practical jokes. She also has been described to have ‘dad humor’ and a love for all things punny.

Her love of writing started when Mari suggested journaling when she was diagnosed. From there she moved to poetry but it didn’t stick, her calling was short stories and fanfic and her life took on new meaning. During her relationship with Niccolo he constantly put down her hobbies and interests. He began to wear her down until she tried to mold herself to fit his needs.

Roommates:

For the first year of residing in Sunset port Eva lived with Mari as her savings were drained from moving and her anxiety at the worst it has ever been because she tried to take a job. It was the closest she could get to following her passion for writing whilst 'not having a degree.' It required a lot of time downtown in the heart of the city. She didn't like driving so she often took public transportation.

Which left her open to being in the right place at the wrong time more often than not. She kept her head in her books and ear phones on all the time. Which meant she couldn't really hear when someone had come pushing through those waiting for the bus. She was standing, and then she was staring up at EMTs as they loaded her onto an ambulance.

She learned of her injuries days later when her concussion subsided. It was bad. Her head took the brunt of the fall they thought he would have neck injuries. But she escaped those. Mobility returned instantly but the concussion wouldn't quit. She suffers from light sensitivity and dizzy spells to this day. Eva quit her job once her medical hours ran out. She moved out of Mari's house in Dawn Ridge when she saw a house with rooms to rent. The owner of one of the bars she had befriended needed two roommates to keep up with rent and Eva had enough money to help him. Mari supported the move, as she wanted Eva to succeed even if she felt safer with Eva in her own house.

Trevor* - Owns a house that Eva lives in. He also runs a restaurant/bar in town as well.

Keiran* - lives in the house as well, pays rent to Trevor.

 *Names are subject to change based on connections being filled.

Disabilities/Injuries, Etc

Stutter - since childhood

ADHD - since childhood

Anxiety Disorder - since childhood

Chronic headaches/migraines - happened in her adult life due to a concussion from a car accident. The concussion left her with horrible headaches and dizzy spells.

[yuriperhaps]

hey! i’m yuri, i’m 27. i’m also mexican-american and bisexual. i use they/she/he pronouns.  i primarily write urban fantasy, gothic romances, magical realism, historical fiction, and stories with faeries in them.

 i’m very new to writeblr but i’m hoping to make some friends in time for my first attempt at nanowrimo. please feel free to drop me a line or tag me in anything you post!

(note: this is a sideblog. i’ll interact from @adelaide-kane )

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here is a navigation list for my tags.

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here is my oc inspiration sideblog.

below is a list of some of my current wips!

rogues

this will be an interactive fiction story in which the MC lives in a nameless city in an alternate 1920s. this city is populated by supernatural creatures such as vampires, shifters, ghouls … all looking to carve out their own space in the city’s criminal underground.

(genres: supernatural/horror, romance, adventure, crime)

the (currently empty) dev blog for this project is @roguesgame

dizzy spells

dizzy spells is a gay fairy tale about a fairy godmother and a so-called wicked witch who must set aside their age-old rivalry and work together when their spells counteract and cause the two sworn enemies to become stranded in the present day. now posing as newlyweds, the pair of magic-users must keep their abilities hidden from the outside world and find a way back to their fairytale kingdom — before it’s happily never after for all!

(genres: fantasy, romantic comedy.) 

intro post.

come away again (working title)

come away again is about an adult who wasn't The Chosen One of a hidden realm as a child but gets a second chance at saving that place anyway.

(genres: supernatural/horror, fantasy, adventure, possible romance)