#kinda tiny bit sucky...

[sallymew4]

i read chaps one and two of The Listless by @mtndw-whteout and absolutely HAD to draw out what has to be the funniest exchange so far

i hope to do more (legit) drawings of this au eventually !! :)

vv little extra sillies vv

[guardevoir]

Fiber arts update: dubious experiments in fiber prep?

So I was spinning up and plying some old rolags:

And somehow my rolags always turn out weird and lumpy. And yes, some of that's just the sari silk bits, but I just cannot make rolags without weird slubs and noils in them.

So, I bought some cheap dog brushes to use as blending board brushes, and, hey, suddenly my rolags aren't quite as lumpy anymore!

(They're also workable for making kinda bad and lumpy cotton rolags, but more on that soon)

(merino (and corriedale?) from rolags, plus a tiny length of Bergschaf (Tyrolean mountain sheep) carded into a minuscule monstrosity)

It's hard to see in the images, but this is much better!

So then I turned some more Bergschaf into rolags...

Now, yes, this is still quite thick-and-thin, but that's not due to my sucky fiber prep, that's just Bergschaf being... really more for the wet-felters. The staples are *maybe* an inch and a half, and lose most of that length to a disorganized, random, angular kind of crimp. Not really a joy to touch, either (the fibers go up to 38 mic), and honestly kind of a pain in the ass to try and draft evenly... but A) I got this in a bag of mill-ends and might as well use what I have, and B) it just makes such a darn interesting yarn, and it comes in a few lightly heathered, bold colors that are just ridiculously pretty. Not sure what to make of this, but it'll probably involve a pin loom.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Okay... here we go!!!

I need to know about Jamie and his KITTEHS. How does he end up with his first one? Was their name something adorable? Were they a street cat that purrs like a goddamn motor and soothes Jamie after a long and awful day?

Is this cat mouthy? So much so that it has a whole goddamn conversation with Jamie while Roy watches on in awe and confusion?

How does Roy react to the cats? Do they adopt one together?

Can this be a multi chapter saga of cuteness and Roy being pilled on by Jamie and so many purring babies.

I MUST KNOOOOOOW!!!!

*coughs* Please and thank you 😁

Oh my god okay-

So Marigold was the first cat Jamie ever got. I’ve talked about her some already somewhere in my posts. (Found them here’s the first and then here’s the second) She’s a hairless cat. Roy hated her at first but damn he loves the raw chicken.

But Jamie picked up animals all the time growing up. He fed some of the street cats and they would follow him around.

He lays on his bed with her on his chest. He sleeps better when she’s there. She’s a comforting weight. When he’s at away trips he has a weighted Dino he sleeps with because he can’t sleep without her.

Roy didn’t know what to think of the cat. Thought the fact she was naked was weird as hell. But Jamie has a whole dresser full of clothes for her. Roy went looking for sweatpants and found it. Jamie thought he was going to be weirded out but Roy just pulled out a pink sweater with hearts and asked if she could wear it that day.

She yells all the time at Jamie. But she’ll meow in response when he talks to her. He can have a full conversation with her. Roy watched it happen the one time and was lightly concerned.

“Were you being a good cat?” *meow* “yeah that’s right you are” *meow meow* “you’re right Roy didn’t say hello to you. Go on Roy say it.” Roy blinks at them. “Hello?” *meow* Roy can’t believe he’s talking to a fucking cat.

When Jamie moves into Roys house he obviously brings Marigold. They get two more cats. The bonded pair I mentioned. Ones black and one is orange. Roy invests in a really good lint roller’s.

Roy sleeps with Jamie on top of him. The cats all end up curled around their heads and Marigold is held like a teddy bear by Jamie. Moriarty and Tiger sleep on Roy’s shoulder, sometimes they try to sleep on his face.

Roy isn’t too sure about having cats but by the end of the first month he can cook a full breakfast with Tiger curled up in the hood of his zip jacket. Tiger is tiny. He doesn’t really notice the weight. Moriarty is a bit of a biter. He’s normally a good cat but he’s Bit Jamie twice and Roy once. Never hard but a nip.

Marigold runs the house and they all know it.

Jamie ends up doing a bunch of charity work with a cat only charity he becomes kinda their spokes person unintentionally. Him and Roy foster some kittens for a few months. Funny enough Roy has a harder time giving them to homes then Jamie does.

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I’m kinda sucky at multi chapter fics ngl so if you ever want to write about them I just ask that you tag me if you do so I can scream over it 😁

[octoberautumnbox]

why do u write so good! which one is your favorite fic u did?

lol i have no idea! i dont think i do tbh i think my writing is kinda sucky!! :DDDD

more box rambling under keep reading if anyone cares to read lmao love y'all

to date the most fun I had writing a fic has to be Aquamarine! besides Chaeyeon not getting written for all that often, I especially like how I developed the characters and setting with the tiny fluff in the first part and how I did the smut scenes later on. also if u can remember the pic I used for the cover came out the day before I posted the fic for her birthday so like. that was a fun five hours of hyperfixated writing LMAO

VERY close second tho is The Cute and Caring Noona from Apartment 424 it was delightful to write for Yujin and I got to explore kinks and did stuff a bit differently esp. with the imperatives (idk if u noticed but I held off on a lot of those since technically reader wasn't in control and had no choice, so linguistically I felt imperatives would be in Yujin's monologue instead)

[recoverywithgh0ul]

Hey there! This is what i ate todayyyyyy,, lol

(Tw for mentions of food and some thoughts,, also, the way i eat isn’t a guideline on what YOUR body needs, at the end of the day, honor your hunger, and fuel your body with the things it needs./lh you deserve to eat, and above anything, you deserve to be healthy <3)

Breakfast~

1 egg with a little bit of cottage cheese whisked and made into a omelet, with a bit of cheese in the middle and chili oil(can you tell I’m obsessed lol)

I also had a piece of toast with pb and frozen blueberries, everything got a tiny drizzle of honey~ big yum!

(As for this meal i was having a really hard time justifying to myself that this wasn’t excessive, my bf was very helpful in the reassurance department thankfully so S.G. to the rescue <3 )

Lunch~

I had leftover Panera tomato soup and a half of a leftover half of a veggie burger wrap, so i had it with broccoli(lunch was basically scraps lmao)

(With this meal it was pretty easy to eat compared to breakfast, I’ve noticed soups are easier for me to eat. Idk what that’s abt lol.)

Snack~

(I noticed that between lunch and dinner i was feeling a bit peckish, and I’m trying harder to honor my hunger and not a time I’m “allowed” to be hungry because it’s “too soon” because then I’m like suupperrr and yk bad times- so I’m trying a new approach even if it feels bad right now.)

I had a like- fiber one bar,, kinda sucky snack in terms of longevity but I’m out of fruit right now :/

Dinner~

Chili garlic soup and a side of rice

(I have a problem with souuuppp, i tend to volume eat and I’m never aware when enough is enough, so what helps me a ton, is getting the portion, and putting the rest away. So you kinda have to consciously realize you’re going in for more of the good stuff, you know? Idk- it’s been helping me/lh)

(Note- so for dinner i did what i have a problem doing, and i grabbed a little too much, and to those, myself included, who struggle with the no waste or clear plate mentality, I admittedly had a struggle with shoulder i or shouldn’t i finish my bowl. I understand how it can feel incredibly wasteful to put/throw away such little food, but i promise honoring your body’s hunger cues, is one step in the right direction to recovery >.<

Also, alternatively if in this moment, you didn’t manage to put the food back, and you feel kinda shitty, or full on shitty and are having a shame spiral, i see you, breathe, i promise its okay. The fact that you just acknowledged it is a step in the right direction, and I’m proud of you <3 /g)

After dinner snack~

Some white cheddar puff popcorn

(Snacks after dinner make me feel so unbelievably guilty, but I’m trying to let myself know snacks especially in moderation aren’t the end of the world, and if they’ll keep me from binging in the middle of the night- I’ll take it honestly)

Drinks~

Iced coffee with breakfast

Water through the day ( I HIGHLY recommend getting one of those goal water bottles if you have a problem with drinking water,, it’s honestly helped me so much /g)

A Celsius

I have a caffeine problem -.-

[post-office-by-the-bay]

hi covey!!!!

i havent been able to respond and interact with all ur posts since im not home atm but im sitting in hotel room bed writing this rn so! i have found my way to your other account tho😈 so im gonna write a little rant i hope you dont mind (even tho thats kinda what the account is made for, i still feel weird doing it!!) so feel free to ignore i just reallt want rant!

also wanna start it off by saying i hope youve been doing well and the college stress isnt affecting you too much!!

okiiii so anyway its my birthday tofay 😜😜 and for my bday weekend we went to chicago since its pretty close to where i live and i thiight it would be fun but sometjkng about me is just that i hate being away from home like idk i just love my room so idk why i wanted to do thid for my bday but ANYWAY.

friday and saturday were oretty fun even tho its so cold out but ive had an overall good time! the obly downside is my DAD bro. i dont think hes ever experienced true happiness in hus life bc if any tiny bad thing happens he gets so MAD and for NO REASON. i try to stay happy but its literally such a mood killer like how am i supoosed to enjoy my time wjen ur over here bitching and complaing about not getting the corner booth like. get over pls shut up i wanna be happy.

and then today i thoight we were gonna go to this museum and then meet up with my brither to go to the sears/willis tower but it got completely changed and i was so confused and we didnt do anytbing k wanted to do that day. like i wanted kbbq as my bday dinner like it was the MAIN reason i wanted to go to chicaho but they switched uo and said it was too far away. like okay then… im like fine whatever just choose some place else bc idk what i want and i dont wanna decide and THEY KEPT ASKING ME AND BOTHERING ME LIKE PLS LEAVE ME ALONE. and then we were just walking around everywhere trying to fund a place to eat and i was getting annoyed so i just said olay i wanna go here, AND THEY JUSR GO SOMEWHERE ELSE EVEN THO THEY WERE ASKING ME WHERE I WANTED TO GO??? pls.. jusg make up ur mind. and then when we finally got to a place bc i was like yall im tired lets just go to fresking shake shack they starting bitching about the prices and i get we dont have a lot of money but it just made me feel so guilty??

anyway i felt way better bc me and my cousin started making fun of my dad so i felt 10x #wcousin😇

now im in the hotel room listening to my dad snore SO FREAKING LOUF LIKE HOW AM I GONNA SLEEP.

OKAY IM SO SORRY FOR WRITING SO MUCH LIKE YOU DO NOT HAVE TO RESD ALL THIS COVEY OMG

TLDR; birthday was rlly my dads rlly whiny but im chill now!

have a good day/night covey sorry writing so much😭😭

-🐌

beloved snail anon,

do not feel bad for ranting!! that's the whole point of this blog!! we just need to ignore the fact that i ignored it for so long lmao.

first and foremost, HAPPIEST OF (late) BIRTHDAYS TO YOU!! I KNOW YOUR DAD WAS BEING A BIT OF A BUMMER (kill all men) BUT YOU DESERVED TO HAVE THE BESTEST DAY AND IM SORRY HE TRIED TO TAKE THAT AWAY.

my dad is, from the sound of it, very similar to your dad. and i've grown to kinda just throw it back at him. it took years of warming up to it, but now i just treat him the way he treats us and he shuts up real real quick, ya know?? anyways, im so so sorry that he was being sucky (again kill all men) and you totally didn't deserve that!! wishing you a better birthday for next year!!

all my love,

covey 𐙚⊹ ࣪ ˖

[traggalicious]

(LONG POST, LOTS UNDER THE CUT)

AIGHT so Ceri is INTJ, and pre-death she’s pretty chill. She can be a bit batshit when really into smth, girl fixates HARD. and you don’t wanna see her during an autopsy. I promise. She’s determined, analytical, observant, reliable, and genuinely So Hungry For Knowledge. She wants to know shit. Not for any reason she just.. likes. Knowing. She’s a jack of all trades. In theory. Especially w/ the human body and life and death it’s like. Everything is intertwined. It’s a cycle, perfect and manufactured and it all clicks. Things die, they decay, they foster new life, which creates and lives and dies and it goes on and on. There’s a comfort about that. There’s something fascinating about it. And that’s one of the reasons she’s not a fan of myrkul.

(After death her personality is quite like BPD, she can be erratic, having mood swings due to shifting magical energy levels. Literally she is. Constantly on the verge of death. It fucks w/ her. Also: i will have to do more research on bpd bc this is based on quite limited knowledge, so apologies if I say anything inaccurate or potentially insensitive abt this/her. I don’t have it, so im no authority on the matter.)

Tbh, she’s not a fan of any of the dead three. She values the ability to choose, to be free, to be part of something larger but in the way you want. Everything has value. On the subject of values, she values intelligence, open-mindedness, and curiosity. She doesn’t understand those who live life knowing nothing but their own, who do the same thing every day without even acknowledging that they’re alive. For Ceri, every day is full of wonder and fascination. Because there’s always something to learn, or see, or do. Yeah.

Some less positive personality shit is that she’s got sucky interpersonal skills, her bedside manner kinda sucks so she sticks to being as blunt as possible about it. Plus, people thought it odd that she had such an interest in death and involved processes, especially bc she lived with elves, being a half-elf. Some viewed it as a sort of corruption from her drow father. Also, she tends to have a kinda monotone voice, as if she’s always reciting something from a textbook or smth… She’s also got habits of skin-picking and trichotillomania (eyelashes), and tends to wear gloves bc she’s very aware of Dirty. She also hates getting sick bc like. Fuck off, she’s a doctor! Why the hell is she allowed to be sick! Yk? Also, on medicine: she actually views healing as a form of necromancy. Loves pointing that out when ppl are a bit annoying about the necromancy. (Like look at u clerics, extending life unnaturally/hj) She can also be really proud, impulsive, and stubborn, and she’s kinda insecure about certain things, like her eye and her scars.

Aside from general research, she likes sketching (mostly life drawings) and people watching. She keeps a field journal that doubles as a diary. Her depth perception is kinda fucked though, and one of her eyes is a scrying eye. Works the same as a regular one, and sometimes she can take it out and send it ahead like a tiny scout <33. It’s like a weird prosthetic familiar thing LMAO. It’s cool as hell but she is still insecure abt it.

The eye thing also contributes to her fatigue and migraines, both before and after death. She does visual exercises and physically compensates for the fact that one of her eyes is magic, and sometimes she just takes it out. Bc it’s kind of a Lot to have it there. Especially now that she’s possessing her body and her magic governs most of her biological functions (it’s kind of like her nervous system now?), so it’s draining. To both her magic and the eye. She also gets energy from those she kills, which she usually did with those she embalmed (dead) or studied (undead). Similar to mind-flayer memory consumption and all that. Or vampires, but w/ energy!

Uhhh fun facts: she prefers skeletons to zombies n shit bc they’re cleaner, and prefers both over vampires and such bc they’re not really aware. Or living. Though she does find them and all undead super interesting. Especially when they are an undead now. ALSO since they were quite interested in the shadow-cursed land, and hung around there, she did make contact w/ the Harpers and Isobel. Oh yeah she definitely crushed on Isobel. (She will never admit that). She’s also interested in poisons, and the intertwined nature of poison and cure, the fine line between life and death, medicine and torture. It’s awesome.

She’s also like… Neutral good? Just neutral? Like. Ofc she has priorities and all, and ofc they’re mostly self serving and preserving. But if someone needs help, she’ll help as long as she’s not too busy. She just weighs the pros and cons. And if it’s a con, well. That’s just how it is. Sorry. I think she’d totally vibe w/ Gale, Shadowheart, and Wyll, perhaps also Astarion. Gale and Shadowheart bc magic, duh. Wyll bc monocular vision solidarity, and Astarion bc she’s interested in his situation. She’s interested in all of them but mostly Gale and Astarion like hfgrhffh. The tadpoles are FASCINATING. She almost forgets to be terrified. Which she is. But she cover up terror w/ interest. She copes w/ fear but learning as much as she can about it. What you don’t know can hurt you, and she’s gonna do her best to make it Known. Her interest in death n shit came from a childhood fear of it, and she’s still kinda spooked but mostly she fears the afterlife.

Iiiii did it againnnn (made a new character) (she’s cool as hell tho so it’s fine right)

She’s a half-elf drow (who was a necromancer), and *was* pretty fuckin good at it. So good, that when she died. She refused to do so. She was like “ermm stfu myrkul i aint listenin to you now i’ve been fuckin w/ u my whole life i will not stop at death.” Kinda funny, local sorcerer refuses to fucking die. So now she’s possessing her own corpse. Out of sheer will.

Now, you may ask "trag, why is she Ivl 1 if she was a good enough necromancer to literally refuse death?' GOOD QUESTION.

The answer is: one: she got tadpoled ): we all know being tadpoled fucks shit up, as seen in the case of Gale and Wyll and basically everyone

Two: basically her body is fuelling her spirit and her spirit is fuelling her body in a fucked up mutualistic relationship. Her body relies on her magical energy to yk, not decay on the spot (tho it is slowly decaying, adding to the urgency of getting a cure for the tadpole and getting her magic back to its og level). And her spirit needs a vessel.

Plus, the connection b/n body and soul is a bit fucked so her soul is basically a bunch of raw magic inhabiting a human container. Ain’t that great (:

Also also: now she’s a Wild Magic Sorcerer. For fun. And bc again: shit’s fucked. Thank u for attending my ted talk

Her name currently is Ceridwen, after the Celtic deity of rebirth, but also considering naming her Athenios which is a feminine variation of Adonis. Idk tell me which u like more (if u want). SO HERE’S WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE BABEY‼️ (Image and more under the cut)

SO.

Yeah obviously she’s kinda pale (for a half-drow) and the face paint is to distract from the bad circulation (which she still has circulation and stuff but biological processes are slow). She’s missing an eye (which would look red but there’s no option for that so idk maybe she has a tiny scrying eye replacement that’d b cool as hell). Her other eye is a dark blue and her hair is reddish brown bc google says that shit happens after death. Also! Her pupil is supposed to be white. But again, no option for that. Anyway, I love her, tell me what u think (:

Love youuuu

[lego-jay]

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Ok, I wanna talk about those diverging Owl House au's I thought of. One of them uses something from the finale as a big plot point, but I'll put that under a read more.

But yeah! Here we go!

So you guys know how it was mentioned in S2 that Titans Blood mixing with water can create temporary portals between realms? Well let's go back to King on his little island sometime before Eda shows up. Both of these au's start with tiny little King wandering out of the...temple? that he hatched in and that Jean-Luc is confined to.

He explores the island a bit, and ends up tripping and scraping his palm or knee, just some small minor injury that would produce a little bleeding. King ends up opening a portal, either by trying to wash the blood out of his fur in a pond or stream or something, or by falling into that body of water.

King Noceda au

First off is the one where he falls in. And I wanna start off by saying that this is a crack offshoot of my first idea, so we're going to pretend that there aren't a million different plot holes that would make this au garbage nonsense.

King slips into a body of water too deep for him to swim in, and with his little scrape his blood mixes with the water, and next thing he knows he's being pulled out of the water and into the Human Realm by a young (about six years old) Luz Noceda!

The Nocedas haven't moved to Gravesfield yet, the portal opened near their old home. Luz, who was exploring a wooded area near her home at the time, rushes a soaked, freaked out, and half drowned King home, where Camila, being a vet, is more than able to treat King, even if she's wary of the fact that this adorable but weird dog thing Luz brought home has a skull for a head.

At first Manny, Camila, and Luz think King is just a weird dog, but then he starts talking.

So King grows up raised by Camila and Manny with Luz in the Human Realm! I'm gonna say that they're able to get buy using disguises like the Plantars used in Amphibia, and pretend that that would be the only thing the Nocedas have to worry about regarding raising a Demon in the Human Realm.

Things with Manny unfortunately go the same as in cannon, and even though having a little brother for most of her life means Luz is less lonely, school is still sucky and the Principal still pressures Camila into sending Luz to the summer camp.

Luz still chases Owlbert through the portal, but with King following her, both winding up in the Boiling Isles, and after that this set-up makes following cannon closely kinda impossible since even with Vee coming through the portal she could only fake being one person.

And thats pretty much it for this one, just a funny crack au about improbable adoption regarding characters I like. If I had a nickel for every time i made one of those, I'd have at least two, mb three depending on if you count VT.

But anyway, onto the more thought out au. It will be under a cut like I said earlier so anyone who hasn't seen the finale yet doesn't get spoiled by the thing I'm incorporating into this version. But I will leave the name I'm currently using for it.

Half-siblings au

So in this one everything starts the same, but instead of King falling into the water that opens the portal, he just like, tries to clean the bit of blood out of his fur and accidently opens the portal. Luz, still out playing in the woods behind her home, sees the pond and that the reflection in the water doesn't actually match the woods. She gets excited, rightly thinking it's some cool magic thing like out of the books her Dad reads to her before bed.

She falls in on accident trying to get a better look, and pops up in the Demon Realm. Luz see's King immediately and reacts the same way she does in cannon.

Since she's an excitable six year old with a love of fantasy and an overactive imagination, Luz doesn't really panic at her suddenly being transported to a different world. She sees it as a fun adventure, and those always end happily!

Right?

So Luz spends a little time with King out in the woods. King quickly warms up to her and Luz thinks he's absolutely adorable (and really hopes that she can take him home with her once she finishes her adventure)

They play in the woods a bit, but Luz notices King's getting tired (and she's kinda tired as well) so she picks him up and asks which way his home is. King points in the general direction he came from, and Luz quickly finds the temple. King dozed off in her arms, and Luz was excited to see who or what lives in there!

Mb other creatures like her new little friend? His family? Oh! mb an exiled ruler, waiting for a chance to reclaim their throne! Or a cranky old sorcerer who's looking for an apprentice!

Her mind is racing with excitement as she steps foot in the temple.

Unfortunately, the only thing waiting in the temple is Jean-Luc. And Jean-Luc was made to protect King from anyone or anything; it doesn't matter that Luz is a little kid, she's in the temple and she's not a Titan, so she's a threat to be dealt with.

Papa Titan watches the guard he made to protect his child kill a six-year-old in horror from the Inbetween. She watched as this little human fell into the Boiling Isles, and immediately befriend his only living child, just to be killed for trying to help King get back home.

She won't let that stand. So, much like in cannon, he stops Luz from sinking down into the depths, and gives her a second chance at life.

Luz doesn't really understand what just happened. Jean-Luc got her from behind, so to Luz one minute she was walking into the big tower with her new little friend, and now she's wading through water? in a weird glowy place full of floating boxes and there's a big hairy person kneeling in front of her.

Luz's resurrection is a bit different from cannon. Bc its a few years earlier (and Belos hasn't embraced being a literal tumor yet), Papa Titan has a bit more juice left, so she doesn't finally fully pass on after bringing Luz back (I like him too much to not give myself an opportunity to use him at least one more time in this au). And instead of Luz temporarily being in Titan mode with all the powers that come with it, she's just permanently part Titan now, and if she can use magic to that extent she doesn't figure out how for a while.

As much as I love her cannon Titan form, since this au has Luz as permanently half Titan (or, well, i think it'd technically be one third Titan) she's gonna look more like some of these concepts.

((Small side note, I know why cannon went with the more witchy looking form, since Luz always wanted to be a witch, but look at these!! Look at my girl!!! She looks so cool!!))

So yeah, Luz comes to in the temple with King snuggled next to her, having slept through...everything that just happened. She just kinda figures that she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she sat down, and then she had a dream about one of the murals in the temple.

A month or two later, Eda shows up.

Luz has realized that this isn't like one of her dad's bedtime stories by this point, and she just really wants to take her little friend and go home to her parents. Eda, at first, thinks King and Luz are half siblings through a demon parent, and doesn't fully believe Luz when she claims she's actually a Human.

But Luz's knowledge of Human items and her being fluent in Spanish (a language which doesn't exist in the Demon Realm), among a few other things, quickly leads Eda to the conclusion that yes, this kid is from the Human Realm and something really really weird happened to her.

The first thing on Luz's mind, once she and King have been brought back to the Owl House and fed and cleaned up, is getting back to Camila and Manny. Unfortunately, this isn't an easy task.

Luz, being 6ish, doesn't really know where she lives. She remembers parts of her address, and that they live in America, but other than that and her last name, she's got nothing (idk if Noceda is a common last name, so let's just pretend that it's common enough in this world that it wouldn't be helpful in tracking down Luz's parents).

And it's not like Eda can just help her come up with a good story and then drop her off at the Gravesfield police station; Luz might not stand out in the Demon Realm, but in the Human Realm her new Titan traits could get her killed.

So Eda spends the next few years raising both Luz and King, while trying to find Luz's parents in the Human Realm with no success.

Until Luz is around fourteen, and a certain heartbroken veterinarian living alone in Gravesfield chases a thieving little owl into a shack in the woods.

Ok, that's it for now. I have a lot more thought out for the Half Siblings au (not sold on that name, suggestions are welcome), like how certain events go, but I think this post has gotten long enough.

[lemonsherbetsss]

Ok so! I have zero plan for how I’m writing this (probably a bad thing) but here is a post explaining (??) Angela Gearlooose and her backstory/lore !

This is Lengthyyyyyyyy I didn’t mean for it to be but yeah

for starters, she exists within the headcanon/au in which Scrooge is Gyro’s adoptive father and where Gyro lived and grew up with Donald, Della and Scrooge. Angela was hatched before Della had and hatched Huey, Dewey and Louie. Della and Donald were ecstatic to be her aunt/uncle but no one was as excited as Scrooge was to become a Grandpa.

The plan was that Gyro would raise Angel in the mansion alongside HDL when they hatched with the help of Scrooge, Donald and Della but this did not happen after the Spear Of Selene. Obviously they all went their separate ways (Gyro obviously still works with McDuck Ind. but his close relationship to his family is no longer intact) and didn’t really have any contact with each other (I say really as for Gyro, Scrooge is just of arms reach but again aren’t as close).

Gyro raises Angel on his own somewhat and I’ve played with multiple ideas which I’ll talk about but I’ll talk about the original ideas first!

The first and original idea was that if Gyro was far to busy, he would drop Angel off at the mansion and she would spend the day there under the watchful eyes of Beakley (i stan Gyro and Beakley friendship they are real, in this I’d imagine Gyro and Bentina already know each other -with him being a McDuck ofc- and she is quite fond of him, their relationship being kind of grandmother-grandson / mother-son if that makes sense) . While at the mansion, she would also make and be good friends with Webby (I think Webby is a bit older than the triplets canonically so they’d be the same age).

Whenever at the Mansion, Angel tries her best to stay out of Scrooge’s way, she doesn’t know her relation to him yet but she feels as if she’s a bit of a burden in the mansion and that she’s always intruding when she is there so she tries to keep her head down and be respectful. As for Scrooge, I feel he wouldn’t want to address Angela, like let her know who he is, build an actual relationship at all (yet) because are you kidding me bro didn’t even do that for HDL the only reason that happened was because of Beakley and their trouble making. Not to say that I don’t think Beakley wouldn’t urge him to get to know Angel (she probably would as like I said she did the same with the triplets) but yeah Angel and Scrooge keep their distance and Angel doesn’t know how or even the fact that they’re connected.

The way she comes across the knowledge that he is her Grandfather is through Webby (because she knows everything McDuck). The way it went in my original lore explanation I made on my Instagram highlights was really lame but briefly (although yes this is basically it) it was:

Webby: how come you get so quiet and reclusive whenever Mr McDuck is around?

Angela: I don’t know, he’s an adult I don’t know, it’s respectful I guess.

Webby: wait what? But he’s your Grandpa

Angela: he’s my what.

(Sucky ik but let’s just roll w it for now 😭😭)

She nervously and quietly asks Gyro about it and Gyro’s shocked because he didn’t really like tell her much about their past and other family as it basically has just been the two together as a family (looking back now it’s kinda dumb I had this because Gyro is a genius and his daughter is friends with the McDuck obsessed kid also Angela literally sometimes stays at the home of said McDuck but whatever). His explanation is just a vague ‘I’m sorry I’ve kept so much about our family from you, it’s hard to explain, something bad happened a long time ago and that’s why their family is like this (mysterious n broken lol) and Scrooge doesn’t mean to be the way he is and it’s just complicated’. I imagined that as a child and because she doesn’t know a lot about the situation and she doesn’t know any better, Angel would have like a tiny voice in her head that’s trying to convince her that she’s to blame for the rapture of her family but yeah 👍👍👍 that was the original idea.

One of the ideas I’ve played with was Launchpad helping Gyro out with raising Angel and become like an uncle figure to her (bc I also believe in Lp gyro friendship 💪💪). I feel Gyro’d just want to to do everything on his own (bc 1) being so hurt from everything and 2) being so stubborn) and, bc Lp is nearby -him working for Scrooge as well- Launchpad wants to be friends and eventually learns about Angela and wants to help. At first it’d be just Lp offering small favours (like offering to drive, hold things -perhaps if Gyro’s got a lot on his hands literally idk 😭😭- offering to bring things down to the lab, offering to buy him anything he needs, offering to watch Angel for a sec, etc.), to which Gyro refuses time and time again until one day he reluctantly accepted, much to Launchpad’s surprise. With Lp watching Angel Gyro would be extremely reluctant and hesitant (giving Launchpad’s clumsy nature) but he lets it happen and nothing goes wrong (maybe a broken cup or something that makes Gyro freak out if Angel’s ok for a bit before the reassurance that she’s fine from Lp) and he let’s Lp look after her more and they become closer and very much like family, the first family Gyro’s had kinda of like??? ‘Around’ ig since the spear of Selene

There’s more ideas but this post is already too long so ig I’ll talk abt it another day

So this is it lol 😭😭 this is probably really bad bc I don’t usually do stuff like this but like I realise I never actually share my oc lore to any places so it’s good have something down ig

Also I said in a post before that Gyro still works an unhealthy amount (coping ig) but finds a way to do it while caring for Angel I’ll link it here when I can lol

Edit: forgot to add but Angel spends most her freetime in the lab w her dad (idk if that’s important but ya)

[heart2beom]

💌 … eeeeEEEK im shy

I see you on my dash so often so this feels a little more easy for me to get a tiny bit more personal (than just writing). Sometimes, I see people getting impatient with you, send you weird comments, literally cross boundaries you've set in your guidelines. And naturally, I'd expect someone to respond back with the same type of disrespect (which, deserved???) but you're just so polite with everything. Clearly pointing back to your guideline saying "hey look, I said this in here, not comfortable with this request" and it sets such a good boundary between you and your readers.

I know it gets kinda sucky writing boundaries in fear of maybe angering your audience but you still go through with it in the most polite way ever and I truly think that's one of the best traits to have Mille ^^

! mutuals send 💌 and ill tell you one thing i love about you

[lilxberry]

I Thought I lost you - Éomer

Requested By: @kahlstop​

Reader is courting Eomer and she rides to war with eonwyn and stays by her side but gets stabbed with a blade (quite deep) so after Eomer runs to eonwyn and she is taken away by Aragorn, one of the riders tell him that reader is mortally wounded and so he rushes to get to her and she’s asleep for a long time and one day she wakes up and there’s fluff and tears and he proposes cause I never wants Reader away from his side!

I kinda changed it a little but overall, it’s still the same, just some minor tweaks. I also included a little bit at the end when you first came to me with a request. Your original request, (’Hullo! Could I get an Eomer x (human) with the morning after the wedding Fluff?’), is kinda at the end of this one.

I hope you like it, especially after I made you wait so long for this, which I feel super sucky about. I’M SO SORRY AHHH.

Warnings: Mentions of violence. Mentions of blood. Mentions of injury/wounds. Mentions of SMUT, (no actual smut). Pretty much it. Plus, fluff. 

Words: 1,979

Pairings: Éomer x Reader (x female reader)

(A/N: Is it just me or can anyone else just kinda imagine this dude being like a sweet lil’ virgin and he would 100% save himself for marriage?? Yeah?? No?? Maybe??)

(A/N 2: My doods, why do I suck at thinking of titles lmao)

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“Éomer, please, do be careful.” The slight hint of fear in your tone as you spoke to the man that courts you were audible to him and him alone, as the others surrounding you make a ruckus preparing to ride out and fight.

Éomer deeply breathed out through his nose as he leant down to place his forehead against your own in an affectionate manner. “I cannot promise that I will make it back, my love, but you must know that I will try my hardest to return to you. even if I were to be missing an arm and a leg.”

You close your eyes softly and gently rub your nose against his own, relishing in the moment that may be considered the last you share with the man of Rohan, the man you love.

Voices boom away from you both, calling those to ready to ride out. Reluctantly, Éomer pulls away from your grasp, the heat from your body dissipating almost immediately, making him miss your warmth already.

“I shall see you soon, my love,” he called out, stepping further and further away from you. With one last look of longing, he turned and made haste towards his horse near the front, helping to lead the charge.

You watched his back until it disappeared within the crowd and sighed. You turned your face towards the ground, eyes burning with unshed tears.

But then, a commotion to your left caught your attention. Peering over, you spotted the hobbit they called Pippin clash and lock eyes with a soldier. After witnessing their interaction with your eyes trained solely on the pair, you’re quick to realise that it was no soldier, but, in fact, Éowyn.

You inhale sharply, realising why she wears the armour and why she has tucked away her flowing, blonde hair into the helmet. She was planning on going to war. And that is when a plan of your own formulated in your head.

With that, you were off to set your plan into motion with a final sentence uttered quietly to yourself. “You shall see me sooner than you think, my love.”

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It wasn’t too difficult to find a horse that wasn’t in use surprisingly, even easier to swipe spare armour and a pair of men’s trousers. Your dress was speedily ditched so you could adorn the metallic protective wear and flexible clothing, although, it needed minor alterations to accommodate your figure.

As you follow on horse back with your own sword sheathed at your hip, you make sure to adjust your helmet properly atop your head, ensuring it’s secure and proper fitting.

Yells, no doubt commands, were faintly heard from your position way far into the back of the herd. Your head snapped up at the authoritative voice and that’s when you realised, you’re on the outskirts of the battlefield, your enemy appearing as tiny figures from the opposite side.

You suck in a breath, preparing yourself as you see the first few rows of men ride quickly across the large, open area, seething in anger, battle cries from both armies. The satisfying sound of your sword being pulled from its sheath and the weight of the weapon quickly occupying your strength consumed you and soon enough, your own battle cry was heard as you and your row charged out, joining the fight.

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Your horse was abandoned in the early stages of the fight, quickly being cut down by an enemy. You fought ferociously, swinging your sword left and right, slice through enemies with speed and precision, the blood of your enemy coating not only the blade you wield, but you, yourself.

As you fought to protect yourself and bring down the enemy, a worrying thought stilled lingered in the back off your mind, distracting you plenty. Where is Éomer? You have failed to even catch a glimpse of your beloved, adding a weight to your chest. A painful, heavy weight.

But just as you brought down yet another grotesque orc, your eyes seemingly land on the person you’ve been worried about most. Those dishevelled locks of sunshine swishing animatedly around him, discarded helmet somewhere on the floor, as he swung his own weapon, a faint glistening of sweat coating his forehead.

Upon closer inspection, you note how greatly outnumbered he appears to be. Five enemies closing in on him, forcing him to strike twice as hard and twice as fast as he slowly takes steps back. Concern and an overbearing amount of courage surged through you, seeing the person you love in such danger drove you to run towards the man and his foes, your arms raising your sword high above your head.

The orc brought his sword down, but instead of clashing with Éomer’s, he was surprised to see another blade from a soldier taking the brute force of its swing. You force the orc backwards with a hard shove, it stumbling over its heavily booted feet, before quickly swiping at one of the others that continued to advance.

Éomer was quick to join your side, readying his stance quickly and charging forward with you. Orc after orc you worked together to bring down, soon, a moment presented itself to allow you to finally breath in, albeit shakily.

The both of you were so caught up in that tiny opportunity for a breather that, before you knew it, an orcish blade swung out towards Éomer. Panicked, you jump in front of the man, you sword missing its mark, allowing the offending weapon to impale the right side of your abdomen below your ribs.

A pained scream tore itself from your throat and you began to fall towards the solid ground as Éomer was quick to take down the orc. As your back connected harshly with the ground, your helmet separated from its position on your head, exposing your (H/L), (H/C) hair to all, to Éomer.

Éomer had been so caught up with the battle that he didn’t have the time to observe you properly, not until now, now until the woman who had captured his heart lay on the floor heavily wounded, blood oozing out of their injury, slowly losing consciousness.

He quickly dropped to his knees beside your weakening body and stretched his hand towards you shakily, afraid to touch you in fear of escalating your pain. “Y-Y/N?” You were writhing in pain and he knew that if he didn’t do something fast, whatever that may be, he will lose you.

He quickly but cautiously placed one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, your face already scrunching up at the pain. “I’m sorry, my love.” He lifted you, raising to his feet, all the while a agonising, pain wrenched scream tore itself from your throat. Éomer could feel the tears build up within his eyes but he willed himself not to cry, not yet. There was still chance to save you.

The sounds around you became a distant buzz, you felt numbness mix with your pain. Your eyelids grew heavy and you didn’t know whether you could keep them open for much longer. “Stay with me, stay awake. Don’t close your eyes.”

Éomer’s words of encourage did little to help, although you appreciated them all the same, and you closed your eyes, falling unconscious, the darkness greeting you as the man you loved carried you across the battlefield.

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There was a soft light that you took notice of from behind your closed eyes, waking you up more with each passing second. Your eyelids slowly fluttered open and when light came into contact with your (E/C) orbs, you were quick to squeeze them shut once more, groaning.

“Ah, good, you’re awake,” a soft, feminine voice spoke to the right of you. Still feeling groggy from sleeping for so long, you turned your head towards your right and squinted your eyes, only to see a female healer organising what appeared to be a large bowl of water atop the bedside table. “Please, try refrain from moving, it may agitate your wound further.”

You lightly placed your hand over your abdomen whilst looking down, faintly remembering what had happened out on the battlefield. You opened your mouth to speak but it appears the woman had already known the question that was at the tip of your tongue as she swiftly cut you off.

“Lord Éomer is fine. If I’m correct, he should be waiting outside of the room. He’s been quite persistent to see you,” she softly giggled. “Should I tell him you are awake and want to see him?”

All you could do was nod, slightly dumbfounded by the fast pace of the conversation. She gave a curt bow before making her way around the bed, across the room and out of the door, gently closing it behind her.

Not even a full minute later, the door opened once more to reveal the man you’ve so desperately been wanting to see. Like a crack of a whip, he crossed over to the left side of the bed you lay in and sat on the edge, clasping his larger hands around one of your own.

He brought them up to his lip and placed a timid kiss upon your knuckled. “Never, never do something so reckless like that again. I thought I lost you.” Although it was barely mumbled against your hand, you heard him loud and clear.

A small smile broke across your face as you pulled your hand away from his own, only to reach up and gently cup his cheek, stroking it with a feather light touch. Éomer leaned into it almost as if it were routine, which forced your smile to grow.

“Lets just be thankful that I am alright and that we are here together, yes?”

He chuckled lowly, nodding in agreement before leaning down, being mindful of your wound, and resting his forehead against yours. You both closed your eyes, relishing in the sweet moment between you both.

After minutes of silence, Éomer decided to finally break it. “Marry me.” Your eyes shot open, only to be met with his that were already looking down towards you expectantly, his gaze hopeful.

“Yes.” Your whisper was so quiet, you were afraid he hadn’t heard your answer, but one look at the massive grin that found its way on to his face told you otherwise.

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---ONE MONTH LATER---

Morning light bathed the room in a soft glow, rousing you from your sleep. Your eyes slowly opened to be met with a broad, bare chest and arms comfortably tight around your waist. You smiled, closing your eyes, and burying your face into Éomer’s chest, scooting closer into his warm embrace and inhaling his scent.

Your smile grew as you felt his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist, a loving kiss placed on your head. “Good morning.” You could almost hear the lazy grin as he spoke with a voice still laced with sleep, an octave or two deeper than usual.

You lifted your head up to look towards your new husband and smiled seeing as he was already looking down at you. “Good morning.”

“How did you sleep, my love?”

“I think you already know that I, in fact, didn’t get much sleep.” The low rumble of a chuckle was a pleasant feeling.

“I must confess, even though it was tiring, I enjoyed consummating our marriage.”

You giddily giggled as your hand lightly traced shaped across his chest. “I do believe that neither one of us need to be anywhere so soon. Maybe we should consummate it once more, just to be sure.”

His relaxed expression turned into a wicked, mischievous grin as he manoeuvred his body to hover over yours, his arms propping his body up, hair falling on either side of his face. “Ah, yes, just to be sure.”

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Man, I suck at getting stuff out

College had been kicking my ass man lmao

I’m pretty much free though so I’m all good to write again, I guess

Also, this was the last request I received before throwing myself into college work so, yeeee

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, requests and constructive criticism in welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

[sco07ut]

i’ve got rtte on the mind so rvb race to the edge au but i mostly ignore canon and also pick and choose lore from the movies and book series at will (also largely ignored). as always i didn’t do any worldbuilding and all the “””plot”” is about grimmons so keep that in mind when nothing makes sense

ok just learnt how to make a cut so adding that now x sorry

the reds n blues are the dragon riders but don’t ask me how they all ended up as the dragon riders bc i only have ideas for grif n simmons (who knows maybe i’ll have thought of something while writing thi s up)

hiccup as church, idk they’re both main characters with sucky ‘dads’(creators?)

toothless as a dramillion called switcheroo. ik it’s like the whole point of the series but church n switcheroo don’t have the whole prosthetic leg/prosthetic tail going on i just didn’t think it fit very well? i didn’t want his dragon to be a nightfury bc imo it doesn’t really fit his vibes. switch is a dramillion bc of their multi-shot fire type, i was kinda hoping it’d be reminiscent of the different ai

astrid as texas, love interest moment😟 but ya both are badass blondes who everyone is scared of and they only have romantic feelings for their pathetic little boyfriends

stormfly as a deathgripper called grimsting. those things are fucking terrifying !! they have the black colour scheme n their weird little front legs remind me of mantis legs and as we all know, mantis ladies rip off their mans head & i think tex would do that to church if given the opportunity

ok quick note for tuffnut and ruffnut befor i get into it. we’re disregarding all the lore outside of rtte idk who ruffnut marries or whatever in the movies and idc at this point . so, donut and caboose are like, interchangeably ruff n tuff (but like donut is Mostly ruff n caboose is Mostly tuff, it’s just not set in stone) but they’re not related ! they’re just friends

tuffnut as caboose (most of the time), they’re really stupid that’s pretty much it. idk just in rtte tuffnut really gives me caboose vibes and and his pet chicken, chicken can be freckles :))

belch as a gronckle called bait, gronckles are basically like cute little puppies and also i think the size difference of caboose’s massive frame on a tiny gronckle is funny. dw about the name

ruffnut as donut (most of the time), again it’s mostly just vibes. when ow as rewatching rtte i could just see him as ruffnut aslo! the weird little fling between throck (who is wash in this au) and ruff reminded me of their season 16/17 relationship i can’t remember which one but uh the one where they fix time together and lowkey flirt

barf as a hobblegrunt called awe, it’s a dragon moodring, enough said

snotlout as tucker, i don’t even need to explain this one c’mon. womaniser meet womaniser, yes ik tucker has development or whatever but a key part of his character is that he can’t get any woman to sleep with him and a key part of snotlout’s character is that he can’t get any woman to sleep with him. they’re also both over-confident and kind of annoying (sorry this feels a bit mean idk why i’m tearing these guys a new one i actually really like snotlout my stupid little glup shitto)

hookfang as a razorwhip called dreadbeast, i did initially consider giving him that dragon that wears metal and tools as armour but changed my mind bc i think razorwhips are a bit cooler and tucker with a razorwhip-spike sword is a cool concept yk

oohoo now we’re gettin to the good stuff

fishlegs as simmons, come on!! it’s a perfect match!! nerdy little men who are the smartest idiot in a group of idiots, they both feel under appreciated in their leadership roles and get bullied by snotlout and tucker respectively for not being able to pick up women. i think the friendship between fishlegs and hiccup could be reflected nicely onto simmons and church but that’s probably just bc i’m dying for content of them together. i’m plucking that one bit of book lore that says fishlegs is of berserker descent (but was raised on berk by adoptive hooligan parents) bc i think the connection to the skrill is cool, it explains his very red hair and also taps into knife!simmons energy. it also becomes a relevant plot point in the au!

ok i’m so mad a massive block of text was just deleted abt simmons and his dragon and i cba rewriting so this is the abridged version. meatlug as a skrill called stormwrought, simmons stumbles across a singetail, singetail tries to eat him, random skrill on the hunt for a meal spots the singetail and tries to eat it- effectively saving simmons from the singetail. simmons loses an eye, arm and leg but survives and becomes a hermit studying dragons all day. by chance, he comes across the same skrill that saved him and studies it for a while until the skrill faces off against a much bigger singetail that nearly kills it, simmons is like oh shit and helps the skrill kill the singetail for good, gaining the skrill’s respect and it allows simmons to become its rider. (revelant info: simmons being a berserker knows their methods on how to reel skrills in by using metal and since half his body is partially metal the skrill takes a liking to him)

heather as grif, i initially jusg made grif heather bc of the fishlegs/heather relationship thing but then i was like wait this kinda works bc kai can be dagur since she’s literally batshit insane. oh and also heather is canonically the best chef out of the dragon riders and i feel like that’s reflective of grif’s entire personality x

windshear as a rumblehorn called slobgobbler, i absolutely love this pair, rumblehorns are the best trackers out of all the dragon species, and yes that’s probably so that they can follow objects or people or whatever but the prospect of grif making his dragon sniff out delicious food for them is something that tickles me. plus it’s very fitting of grif’s character since the madman managed to sniff out genkin’s pizza

dagur as kai, so this is another fun one, i think kai being a villain is a very under-utilised concept bc who doesn’t love sexy female villains?? so in this au, grif n kai’s mother takes the place of heather and dagur’s father (oswald the agreeable), however, instead of travelling alone prior to the shipwreck on vanaheim, she’s with kai, and an accidental fire is what causes the boat to capsize. kai manages to escape however, and returns back to their tribe (in this au they aren’t berserkers bc i wanted simmons to be a berserker, they’re just some unnamed tribe idk . ) grif doesn’t handle his grief well and leaves the tribe, blaming kai for their mother’s supposed death. kai also doesn’t handle her grief well but she channels it through her new position as the tribe’s chief. after that her story basically follows dagur’s in the sense that she eventually has her redemption

i’ve decided that shattermaster can stay as shattermaster and sleuther is still sleuther except i’ve changed his name to ravenous. i didnt see the point in changing that, instead of fishlegs/simmons training her to ride a gronckle caboose can do it instead. like in rtte canon, she has shattermaster first while learning to ride dragons and then bonds with ravenous after shattermaster dies

ok cool bit over now we’re just going back to listing

throck as washington, as afore mentioned, donut and wash’s relationship in season 17(?) reminded me of throck’s wee crush on ruffnut, and also throck’s whole ass personality just reminds me of wash minus the whole ‘graarr i’m evil’ moment w/ the meta

mala as carolina, i debated over this one a bit bc i think kimball would fit mala’s personality a little bit better but having mara!lina means there can be a kai x carolina wedding <3 plus it allows us to have the carwash duo as super cool ninjas

atali as kimball, so after i concluded that kimball wouldn’t be mala i was like who’s the next coolest woman, ah yes, the one who flies. kimball and the other (female) lieutenants (basically just simmons’ squad) are the wingmaidens w/ jensen being minden

ok i only just thought of this one but jensen got me thinking abt the other lieutenants and uhh palomo is gustav. that’s all + grey is gothi

alright villain time ! rubs my hands together like an evil little fly

johann as felix, now ik felix wouldn’t be betraying kimball in this situation, but i really liked the ‘pretending to help but was secretly a traitor the whole time’ parallel going on between them, plus they’re both good with throwing knives !! and were both foiled by their desire to gloat and hear themselves talk

viggo as locus, redemption arc redemption arc redemp . ok but in all seriousness both viggo and locus treat their respective wars as just a job instead of getting emotionally invested in it like johann and felix. viggo has his weird little obsession with hiccup, locus has his weird little obsession with wash . ultimately they both realise that their actions were wrong and try to make things better

krogan as sharkface, idk tbh. they’re kinda just there?? as the muscle of the team??

um anyway! i think that’s it for the characters ik i haven’t covered anyone but this post is getting too long anyway and i’m too tired to think of any more. i’ll just add in the extra ones if they come to me x

next post is more rtte!grimmons <3

[darth-does-stuff]

triggers: divorce mention, divorce implied, divorce, bullying mention and implied, logan having a bit of a sucky day, crying, lying to your kid a bit, chipped tooth/injury, shouting, hiding your emotions a tiny bit

there is some sensitive stuff in here so be careful guys!! if you don’t like any of this stuff please don’t force yourself to read it!! tell me if anything needs to be added to the triggers please

Prologue

Age - 7

The boy clutched the straps of his backpack, looking down at his shoes. He didn’t look up until he heard a voice calling his name.

“-gan! Logan! Bud, over here!”

Logan looked up, a smile slowly spreading over his face as he saw his mother. He started speed-walking towards her.

“Bye, Logan! Have a great day!” he heard his 2nd grade teacher call out behind him.

“Bye, Mr. Keller. You too,” he said absently, already half-running towards his mom.

His mom crouched down to his height, engulfing him in a hug. “Hey, bud. How was your day?” she held him out at arms length to look at him.

“It was, um, really good!” he grinned widely, showing off his chipped tooth. Emillia’s expression instantly transformed into one of concern.

“How did you get it? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” she held his jaw gently and moved his head from side to side, inspecting the chipped tooth.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t-doesn’t, um, hurt,” Logan stuttered slightly, looking back down at his shoes.

“How’d you get it?” she repeated, a worried look in her eyes. Logan stayed silent for a moment before answering.

“I was just--I was like drinking from the water fountain. Cause-cause I was thirsty and then I, uh, I don’t know what really happened. I was just drinking and then suddenly I hit my mouth against the...the um…” Logan struggled to find the word that he was looking for, “The thing that you drink out of,” the 7 year old looked up at his mom, the latter nodding and motioning for him to continue.

“And I look down and I see that part of my--my tooth is just lying there and I-I kinda freaked out a bit,” Logan chewed his lip, rubbing his arm.

“And I’m guessing you told a teacher?” his mother asked gently. Logan nodded furiously, so much that Emillia was worried his head would fall off.

“Okay, then. I’m proud of you for doing that, alright bud?” she smiled, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes. “How about we go get some lunch to make up for this bad day, yeah?”

“It wasn’t bad,” Logan protested, “It was just...not...good…” he trailed off.

“Lo, buddy. Not good means bad. And you’ve had a bad day. And you know what? That’s okay. We all have bad days and they’re just a part of life. Now how about some lunch, huh?” Emillia grinned.

Age - 11

Logan inspected his chipped tooth, groaning inwardly as he thought of the ridiculing he would face for it. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an audible sigh.

“Logan, bud, hurry up, please! I don’t want you to be late for your first day!” he heard his mother shout. He glanced one more time at his chipped tooth before walking out of the bathroom.

“I’m not 7 anymore, Mama. You don’t need to call me ‘bud’,” Logan grumbled, green eyes staring directly at the ground.

His mother smiled, a tinge of sadness in it, “Doesn’t matter what age you are, you’ll always be my little bud.”

Emillia ruffled her son’s hair, grinning happily now. “And, c’mon! It’s your first day of middle school! Aren’t you excited?”

Logan mumbled something, rubbing his fingers with his thumb, a nervous habit of his. Emillia noticed it and she frowned slightly.

“What’s wrong, Lo? Are you nervous?” she asked gently. Logan nodded wordlessly. “Why?”

“It’s just, um, my...tooth. I don’t wanna be made fun of,” he mumbled.

“Oh, buddy,” she said softly, eyebrows knitted together. “I’m sure nobody will even notice it. Even then, they won’t care about it. And if anybody makes fun of you for it, tell me, okay?”

“Okay, Mama,” he said quietly. “Okay.”

She kissed his forehead before ruffling his hair, smiling gently.

“Where’s Papa?” Logan asked suddenly, a thought coming to him. Emillia’s smile became slightly strained.

“Oh, he’s still staying at that motel for some important business, mkay?” she tried to keep a cheery expression, hating to lie to her kid.

“Oh...I just thought--” Logan stopped himself suddenly, chewing his lip. “Okay.”

“Now let’s get you to school, alright, bud?”

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Logan flopped onto his bed, groaning. His first day was a mess. First, he forgot his locker combination for like 5 minutes. Next, he couldn’t get the dang thing open. And then, to top it all off, he had noticed a couple of 7th graders pointing at his tooth! Well, he thinks that they were.

Logan rolled over onto his back, running a hand down his face. He knew he had said that he would tell his mom if anybody makes fun of his tooth, but he didn’t feel like bothering her. Maybe next time he would, but not now.

Across the hall in her bedroom, Emillia looked at the divorce papers and wondered how she was going to tell Logan.

Age - 11 (2 weeks after 6th grade started)

Logan slung his backpack off his shoulder, setting it on the floor. He slipped his shoes off and slumped against the door, sighing. The blonde then looked up curiously as he heard no sound in the house, not his mother greeting him, no noises coming from the kitchen, nada.

Logan walked through the house and saw his mother’s bedroom door closed. He knocked on it tentatively, “Ma, you good?”

He heard a chair scraping against the floor and some clatter before the door opening, showing a slightly disheveled Emillia.

“Oh, hey, Lo. How was school?” she asked, her tired state seeping into her voice.

“It was...fine. Are you--are you alright, Mama?” Logan asked, chewing his lip.

“I--I don’t know, Lolo. Why don’t you wait in the kitchen for me? I’ll be along shortly, alright?” Emillia smiled tiredly.

Logan nodded hesitantly, “Al-alright, Ma.”

The 6th grader glanced one more time at his mom before walking to the kitchen, a thousand questions swirling around in his mind.

Did something bad happen? Was Ma okay? Was Papa okay? Sure, Pa was a little distant at times but Logan still cared about him--

His thoughts were cut short by his mother walking into the kitchen, sitting across from him at the table. She rubbed her eyes, sighing deeply before she began talking.

“Logan, bud, I don’t know how to make this easier for you. But I’m just gonna say it. Me and your father are going to get a divorce.”

Logan recoiled slightly in shock. “Divorce like...you’re not going to be together anymore?” he asked slowly, not wanting it to be true.

Emillia nodded wordlessly.

“But--but you’re soulmates! You’re supposed to-to be together forever, right? Isn’t that what soulmates are?” he asked, a touch of desperation entering his voice.

Emillia winced slightly, intertwining her hands.

“Lo, you know there’s different kinds of soulmates right? Platonic, romantic, etcetera.”

“Aren’t you and Pa romantic ones?” Logan asked, confused.

“Well, yes. We are. But even though soulmates are designated by…by the universe and fate. It’s up to those soulmates to put in the time and work to form a relationship and make it last. And sometimes, it still doesn’t work out, no matter how hard you try.”

“So—so you’re saying that everything I’ve known about soulmates is a lie?” Logan’s voice shook slightly, the glistening of tears shining in his eyes.

“Oh, Lo, buddy. No, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all!”

“You just said that soulmates don’t even work out!” Logan shouted, not wanting to accept what was happening.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying, bud! It’s just that—“ she struggled to find the right words.

“So you and Pa don’t love each other anymore?” Logan asked abruptly, fighting to hold back tears.

“I—it was a mutual thing. We just gradually fell out of love and we both decided that this was best.” Emillia’s shoulders slumped.

Logan stayed silent for a moment. “So what’s going to happen?” he asked in a broken voice, finally accepting the inevitable.

“Your father is gonna be staying at a different apartment. And…we are too,” Emillia said quietly.

The 11 year old frowned slightly, not understanding. “We’re staying in the same apartment as Pa?”

Emillia visibly winced. “No, bud. Me and you are staying in a different apartment from Pa. We decided it would be best if you stayed with me.”

Logan chewed his lip before slowly nodding his head, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Okay,” he said hoarsely, “Okay.”

He sniffled a bit, looking down.

Emillia stood up and walked over to him, kissing Logan on the forehead. “I love you, Lo. And I’m really sorry about this whole situation. I know it’s hard for you. But remember, I’m here for you. I always will be.”

Emillia, not knowing what else to say, went back into her bedroom.

Logan, now having nobody around to hide it from, finally let the tears fall.

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 34

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Chat hadn’t known what to think when he was woken from his nap by buzzing. His brain had felt fuzzy, sure, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t supposed to be audible.

He pulled his face out of his pillow -- ignoring Plagg’s cry of surprise at being displaced -- and cracked an eye open.

Oh. His room was full of bees. And they were apparently taking the glitter out the window to the nearest dumpster. Oh. Okay. Why not? His life was already so weird.

He buried his face in his pillow again and went back to sleep.

~

When Ladybug stopped by, he had been playing late-night video games on the floor with Plagg. (Did he have an unfair advantage in his ability to hold the entire console at once? Yes. Was he going to go easy on the kwami? No.)

He tensed a little. Was she checking on her prank and about to get angry that Chloe had fixed everything (he made a mental note to thank her later, if they were both still alive)?

Ladybug and Chat looked at each other, silent, unreadable expressions on their faces... until the sound of Plagg finally beating his character with a loud screech pulled them back to reality.

Plagg may not talk, but the way he floated around Chat’s head, pumping his tiny fists in the air, was a pretty clear ‘hahahahaha I won you loser I winnnnnn’.

“Hey,” said Ladybug carefully, pulling his attention away from the gloating kwami. “Sorry if I’m interrupting something, but we really should talk…”

He hesitated slightly.

She held up her hands. “It doesn’t have to be right now but… soon?”

Chat bit his lip, and then turned off his console and set down his controller. “Now is fine.”

Ladybug nodded. “I was thinking we could get out of town for it...?”

Get out of town? Was this risky in some way? Were they about to get akumatized? Or, at least, have akumatizable emotions?

“Sure.”

So, after getting Rena to cover them for an hour while they booked it, they both left. Ladybug had her phone out, apparently to hold a map, though he didn’t really understand why because they were only really going in one direction.

“Alright!” She called suddenly from where she was flying along overhead. She swooped lower until she was buzzing along by Chat. “I think we’re far enough past the border to be safe.”

Ah. That was why. He nodded and skidded to a stop. She touched down on the ground beside him. They both mumbled to detransform and their kwamis almost instantly dove to hide in their jackets despite the fact that they were both still invisible to passerby.

They continued on in the direction they’d been heading in silence. No one was around, which wasn’t shocking considering it was nearing 1. They came to a stop at a bakery that was still open and she hesitated.

“Want something?”

He bit his lip. “Passion fruit macarons?”

She blinked, and for a moment it looked like she was going to say something, but then she nodded and headed inside to get some.

She came out a few moments later with a box of macarons for him and some regular chocolate chip cookies for herself. They settled to eat it just outside.

She nibbled at her cookies, eyes locked on a spot on the ground. He’d tried waiting for her to be ready to talk, but after a few minutes of her looking without seeing he decided he should at least say something:

“... you wanted to talk?”

She blinked a bit and looked at him, then quickly pulled her gaze back to the floor again. “Yeah. I guess I just wanted to say --.” She made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat. “I can’t -- I --.” She glared at a crack on the ground like it had personally offended her. “You speak English, right?”

He startled a little. It was an odd question. But, still, he nodded. “I’m rich. I had to learn English and Mandarin.”

Her face lit up and for a second she looked at him again. “You speak Mandarin?”

He nodded.

“Can we…?” She started, unsure.

“Yeah, but I might be a little rusty.”

“That makes sense. If you don’t know a word I can translate it for you. Since we’re using my language not yours,” she said in Mandarin.

(Some vague part of him noticed that she took on a different tone in Mandarin, that her voice was lighter and a little smaller, that she seemed almost happier. He wondered if she’d like it if he spoke it with her more often.)

He nodded and made a vague motion with his hand, wordlessly telling her that he was ready for her to talk.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry and… I wanted to explain myself.”

He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, that he was also at fault, but she was already going on:

“Kwami, this is kind of embarrassing to admit to you, but my first few months of being ‘Ladybug’ didn’t go well.”

He nodded his understanding. Memories of his first few months as ‘Chat Noir’ were painful for him, too, despite how long ago it had been. All the people questioning his abilities, questioning his intentions, questioning his choices… had he not been used to media scrutiny, he doubted he would have continued on with it despite finally being able to go out in public as himself.

“I was second -- as you know, obviously -- and… a lot of comparisons were made. You’d had a year’s experience by then, and you’d had fight training beforehand, but I was just… new. You could always do things better, you were always preferred, you always got the bigger akumas while I got stuck with Mr. Pigeon and people like him. I even had a support-class-type power. Everything seemed to point to me being stuck as number two to you forever. And I think a part of me resented you for it.”

“I’m sor --.”

She cut him off with a look. “It’s not actually your fault. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.”

He laughed without humor. “You were thirteen.”

She opened her mouth to argue, and then just shook her head and let the subject go. “Time passed, and Carapace came onto the scene, and people stopped comparing us as much… but they kept criticizing what I did. If I tried to be fun I was a ‘copycat’ and if I tried to act more serious I would be ‘bitchy’ and if I was neutral I was ‘boring’.”

He nodded slowly. He was beginning to understand where this was going.

“My sideeffects started coming in, and suddenly I was very lucky. None of the attacks ever seemed to hit me unless I REALLY messed up, and I started getting a reputation as ‘perfect’. And…” Her voice cracked a little and he looked away as she brought her arm to her face to wipe her face. “And I figured that, since I wasn’t even close to perfect, I should go with that kind of personality. At least it wouldn’t hurt as much when people criticized me, y’know? So I became everything I wasn’t, serious and perfect and --.”

He hesitated, biting his lip, and then he grabbed the sleeve of her hoodie and pulled her close. He gave her plenty of time to pull away, but she didn’t. She just buried her face in his shirt and stood there, arms limp at her sides, as he hugged her.

“I’m sorry, I should have helped --.”

“It’s fine, you couldn’t have known.” She gave a wet laugh. “You’re really good at hugs, by the way.”

“And you suck, apparently,” he teased lightly.

“Rude,” she muttered, arms coming up to wrap around him as well.

She actually was good at hugs, he thought vaguely as she molded herself to fit against his body.

He bit his lip. He could just leave the subject there. She apologized and he’d definitely gotten enough of a punishment…

He buried his face in her hair. He couldn’t even admit this to Carapace, how was he supposed to admit this to her? But… he really did want to talk about it with someone, and if anyone could understand it would probably be her...

“I… I’m in the public eye a lot. As a civilian. And my persona is a lot like yours. I’m the perfect, sweet son of --… my dad. And so, when I saw you pretending to be perfect out in public to keep up an image… I might have projected a little. I’d always kind of wanted someone to expose me as not perfect so I could be more free to be myself in public, so I wouldn’t have to spend my few hours out of the house with perfect posture and even more perfect smiles to make sure it didn’t reflect poorly on my dad.”

She smiled against his shirt. “At least you being ‘perfect’ is kinda true. Sure, you’re a little lazy sometimes, but you’re still pretty much amazing. It’s almost annoying.”

“PLEASE. If kwamis could talk, I’m sure Plagg would have a lot to complain about.”

She laughed, properly this time, and pulled away from him. She took a step back and then leaned against a lamppost without even glancing behind herself to make sure something was there. “Tikki probably has some stories, too. But, either way, you’re practically as perfect as people can be.”

He wasn’t convinced. “My first response to negative emotions was to make someone else mad enough at me to be a distraction for a few days.”

She didn’t look surprised. Not that he’d really expected her to. If Carapace had figured it out then surely she had, too; she had a few more months of psychology experience than him.

“Yeah, and? You were still calculated enough to choose the person who was least likely to get akumatized. As perfect as a person can be.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and she mimicked the action.

He looked her up and down twice before locking eyes with hers. “You’re still comparing yourself to me. You have to think I’m perfect so you can feel like Parisians were justified in comparing us and putting you down because, if they weren’t, then you have to accept the people you save on a constant basis are kinda sucky.”

She blinked and then a blush spread across her face. “Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’.”

“I can psychoanalyze you, too,” she said, breaking gaze with him to glare at her feet. “You can’t bring yourself to believe you’re perfect because your shitty parents probably used that as a basis to punish you and you’d like to believe that they were doing it so you could be your best self rather than admitting the truth that they don’t care about you as much as they should.”

He sniffled. Wait, when did he start crying?

“... oh.”

“Yeah...”

She cleared her throat a little and that’s when he noticed she was starting to cry, too.

“Kwami, we’re both messes, huh?”

She laughed through her tears. “Fuck, maybe WE’RE the ones who need therapy, not the rest of Paris.”

“No no no, everyone in Paris needs therapy. The minute we defeat Hawkmoth I’m getting a psych degree. That’s where the money is going to be.”

“We already have honorary psych degrees. I bet if you ask Chloe she could get her dad to give you a license.”

He snapped his fingers and then pointed at her. “Smart. All those years would probably make it so therapists wouldn’t be needed as much.”

“A few years? With as much trauma as Parisians have? Nah. You’ve got at least a few decades of consistent customers. ESPECIALLY if you market it as therapy from Chat Noir.”

He managed a smile, and they were silent for a moment other than the dying sniffles and shudders.

“Are… are we good?” He asked quietly.

She blinked at him, and then looked down. There was a beat, and then she took a deep breath. She brought a smile to her face and stuck her hand out.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you! My name is Ladybug! I promise I won’t displace my anger towards Paris onto you!”

He stared at the hand, uncomprehending, and then a smile stretched across his face. He shook her hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, too! I’m Chat Noir! I won’t be blind to your problems and will help out when people are being rude to you!”

She gave him a skeptical look. “You don’t even stand up for yourself.”

“Uh… you’re right… uh… I’ll make Carapace help out when people are being rude to you!”

She laughed and shook her head. “Stupid.”

“I try.”

She smiled and hooked her arm through his.

“Whatever. Let’s get home.”

~~~

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Today………. Kinda sucked. Like nothing noticeably terrible happened, but everything was just a tiny bit disappointing or exhausting and it all added up to a sucky day :P