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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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This is the

Money Cat 🐈‍⬛

Reblog for good financial luck! 🍀

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30040374/chapters/73972350

For the Korrasami-Valentines Exchange 2021

I got Pining A

These two spend any time apart they have writing letters to each other. Or at least trying to write letters to each other. It’ll take time and several failed attempts but eventually they’ll find the words they want to send.

@korrasami-valentine-exchange

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Hey, I do proof and beta reading if you still need help. Huge Rumbelle lover currently working on a long woven lace fic. Drop me a message if you still need help :)

Beta Needed!

I’m coming back into this fandom after a long absence and I’ve started a Rumbelle fic based around the movie Return to Me.  I am in need of a beta reader, preferably from within the fandom. :P

Thank you in advance!

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Thanks for tagging me @vivian24l

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | Egyptian Mythology or Greek Mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macaroons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | London or Paris | Vincent Van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert |mermaids or sirens | masquerate ball or cocktail party | blue or red | tomato or cucumber | sunrise or sunset | jellyfish or angelfish | sheer or opaque | forest or hallway

Now I tag... everyone I guess (I’m bad at tagging)

I was tagged by @irishwhiskeys (thank you! I hope this works cause I’ve been having some problems with tags and tagging/being tagged)

Rules: bold your favorites

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl |chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | Egyptian mythology or Greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macaroons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | London or Paris | Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party | blue or red | tomato or cucumber | sunrise or sunset | jellyfish or angelfish | sheer or opaque | forest or hallway

Tagging: @flowers-in-your-hayr @prince-viridian @flysafepapi

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So late reblogging this but I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! This is so good and their meeting is adorable as always. Hope you do more of this because you’ve made an idea I’ve had for ages a reality and I can’t wait to see where you take it.

New Young Justice~Part 1

“Superboy, Tornado Twins! Get the citizens to safety!” Robin called out.

“On it!” the eager Twins and Superboy answered in unison. 

The son of Superman flew into the building and dashed through as many rooms as he could, carrying the residents to safety. The twins of the Flash ran from room to room, removing far more people out of the building.

“Red Hood, any traces of the one who started this?” he asked through the comms.

“No, there’s no sign of anyone or anything. It could just be an accident,” she suggested. The daughter of Red Arrow landed next to Robin.

Robin pushed that problem out of his mind and focused on how to put the fire down. It was past midnight in Happy Harbor when the fire suddenly erupted. The Team had boomtubed to the burning hospital a few minutes after the fire had started. 

“We need to put the fire out,” he said, looking for a source of water.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the building glowed with purple light. 

“AZARATH … METRION … ZINTHOS” The words boomed from the center of the hospital. 

Keep reading

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Here is our final list of participants this first year! Thank you for sharing your talent with us, and we hope this will be a great experience for everyone here and all the fellow fans of our DamiRae ship :D We’ll post monthly progress updates on this zine blog, so stay tuned for any sneak peeks and and printing info ♥︎ ♥︎

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Almost

They had almost been together. They almost had a life together. They almost had a future. Almost was such an ugly word. Remove it and suddenly; beauty. They had been together. They had a life together. They had a future. If only that were true. Almost was a cruel word. It spoke of what never was; what could’ve been. In another life, if things had been different. Damian and Raven hated the word. They would not use that word again. In the next life they would erase it. No more almost for them, next time they would simply have, together.

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Reckless

Jason Peter Todd had always been a rebel. Other people said he was just reckless. But Jason had survived too much to play it safe. He’d survived living in Crime Alley, survived stealing the cars off the Batmobile… okay so he technically hadn’t survived the Joker but he was alive now so it still counted as survival in his mind. Nobody understood what it was like. To survive so much, to beat the odds time and time again no matter how high they were stacked against you. Jason Peter Todd was a survivor, and that was what made him reckless.

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No Choice

He hadn’t had a choice. Couldn’t she see that. He had had to deceive her, but he had never meant to hurt her. Surely, he could explain and everything would be fine. She’d understand why he had done what he’d done. She’d accept his apology and they could move forward with no more secrets between them. She had changed everything, she had to know that.

Even as he thought that, Walter Strickler knew it was a lie. Dr. Barbara Lake had been an unexpected wrench in his plans. Unexpected but not unwanted. Strickler had never expected to like the woman let alone fall for her. The binding charm had been a mistake. He had known it the moment the charm was set. The moment she had held his hands, her blue eyes so full of trust and a compassion he had never known. He loved her. He loved her and he had ruined it.

He had no choice. That was what he had told himself. He had no choice, he had to do this. It had been a lie then and it was a lie now. He had always had a choice when it came to Barbara. He had chosen to gamble and had forfeited her in the process. He had always known this was where this road would lead yet somehow, he had never imagined it would hurt this much. Or rather, he had avoided imaging the pain they would both face. Choosing instead to fantasize of a future he knew was impossible.

It was too late; he should have walked away the moment he met her. When she offered him terrible tea with such an earnest smile he could do nothing but accept the beverage and his fate to fall further for this human woman than he had ever fell before. From that first moment he had been lost to her, he should have laid down his arms then and there but stubbornness and pride alongside centuries of subterfuge are not so easy to escape. And now as she lay in agony from the pain he had wrought her he knew he had no choice but to do whatever it took to save her and then leave forever. He had well and truly lost her and now had no choice but to walk away. He had no choice. Perhaps he never had.

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“You can’t start stories with: ‘When I died’ Damian!”

“You can’t start stories with: ‘When I died’ Damian!”

“Why not? Correct me if I’m wrong but my death was the catalyst for you losing control of Trigon and Darkseid losing control of my father, was it not?”

“Yes, but…”

“And it was from those two events that we were able to defeat Darkseid by setting your father against him?”

“Well not quite that simply but…”

“And thus allowing us the opportunity to send Flash back in time to create another Flashpoint?”

“Yes, but you can’t just…”

“So, it is quite logical for me to begin the recollection with my death at the hands of Darks-mmph… You can’t just kiss me to stop me from telling the story.”

“Wanna bet?”

“-TT-“

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Paris Alone

This was not the way Artemis had imagined she would return to Paris. She thought it would be more like the last time, sans hero costumes and imminent world destruction. She had imagined the city of love to be bright and welcoming. Not cold as it was now. Though perhaps it wasn’t the city that made her feel cold but the lack of a hand in her own. She was never meant to return to Paris alone. She was meant to return with Wally. They were meant to laugh and kiss and dance under the stars. Now they never would.

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Sword and Shield

Love had never been on the cards for Raven. She could have told you that long ago, back when she lived on Azarath, before she had even begun to wonder about her father. She had been taught to suppress her emotions from such an early age that she had simply accepted the idea she would never have any strong emotions towards anything or anyone. The Titans had changed that.

She knew what love was certainly. She had felt it from the Titans towards each other and even towards her. A familial love that reminded her of her long-gone mother. A reminder of the feeling Arella had always had when around Raven. She had felt it between Dick and Kory in every moment she had known them whether they be together or not.

Garfield and Jaime with their easy camaraderie had taught her to feel friendship and the joy that could come with it. It had even taught her annoyance and frustration when their pranks went beyond her level of coping. They had taught her to have fun and let loose, to lean on others when she needed help. They had taught her the love that came with friendship.

Dick and Kori had taught her acceptance and trust. The deep warmth of having someone she could go to. The soft glow of having someone she could talk to who would listen and help her. The prickling at her eyes as the almost parental view they took towards the younger Titans overwhelmed her with its pureness. They had taught her the love of a parental figure that she had forgotten. The realisation that she felt the same familial love to all of them that they felt toward her had shocked her but had not shaken the idea she would never know the romantic love Dick and Kori felt to one another. That was, of course, until Damian.

Damian had torn down her defences in ways she had never imagined. His abrasive personality had set her on edge but had not riled her the way it had the others. She could feel the gentle soul hiding beneath his sharp edges. His kindness had pulled her towards him before she had even realised what was happening. His friendship had been unexpected. The boy guarded himself so strongly; his defences almost as strong as hers. Yet she had wormed her way through his as he had destroyed hers.

She had once expected love to be overpowering, the kind of uncontrollable entity the monks had told her to avoid. She had never expected it to be so light and freeing. Love for her friends was soft and glowing, like a star twinkling in the night sky. Her love for Damian was bright and powerful, like the sun. She basked in it and held it close even knowing it could burn her.

Love had never been on the cards for Raven, not really. Or at least not in the way she had expected. Love was there, always. Her friends love gave her strength. Damian’s love gave her hope. Love was bright enough to battle the darkness of her father. It had saved her once before and could save her again. She had fooled herself into believing she had to face her demons alone. She had been a fool. Her friends and love would stand by her always. The Titans were stronger together. She and Damian were stronger together and their love could only make them stronger still. Whatever came they would face it together. With love as their sword and their shield.

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Destiny cannot be outrun

It’s a harrowing discovery that destiny is constantly at your heels. That fate will not let you rest. Anakin had believed himself free when the shackles of Tatooine had melted away. He had thought that the further he travelled from the planet the looser his chains were becoming; he had soon realised the opposite was true. To be the Chosen One was something others seemed almost envious of. To be the one who saved the galaxy must be an incredible thing. It was suffocating. The constant pressure, the constant scrutiny, wore on a person. After his fall, Vader had once again believed himself to be free. That was until he watched his son writhing in pain as the man he had put all his faith in cackled in delight. Destiny could not be outrun, not by anyone, especially not by a Skywalker.

Destiny had once seemed like a fantasy to a younger Luke. He had wished for some incredible change of fate that would lift him out of the desert and catapult him to glory. He had wanted so badly to be a hero that he had never stopped to think about it beyond the imagined admiration and praise of it all. Now he stood by a pyre, a hero and champion, with only grief and pain as his companions. Ben and Yoda had explained his destiny, to end the Sith and bring back the Jedi; the excitement he had dreamed of had not come with this charge. Standing over the burning body of the father he had never known Luke thought of the long path ahead of him and laughed at the naivete of his younger self. Destiny was not what he had expected and destiny could not be outrun, not by anyone, especially not by a Skywalker.

The idea of Destiny had never scared her. She had been raised to believe fate could be both good and bad and that she must uphold her beliefs regardless. Leia had quickly realised that if she had any fate it would be the one she decided for herself. She had never feared it and had instead taken it for all it gave, be that pleasure or pain. She knew its changing nature like the back of her hand. Once her destiny had been only to rule Alderaan, then to change the Galaxy from within the Senate, then to lead the rebellion to victory. It had always been a known entity to her. Now… she wasn’t sure. Staring at the brother she had never known existed anywhere but her heart she wondered what her destiny had become. Would it force her to face the horrors of her blood? For the first time she did not know her destiny and for the first time she did not want to. She had never feared destiny before but now she did. She knew that destiny was not always kind and destiny could not be outrun, not by anyone, especially not by a Skywalker.