#and Lucky Roo is DEVASTATED

[weebatron9000]

Got to say that from DAY ONE Lucky Roo has been Luffy’s hype man.

My man’s is always like “Captain let’s go see Luffy” “Guys look how cool Luffy is now”.

Shanks is Luffy’s weird father figure but Lucky Roo is his GUY.

He took one look at this weird little kid that destroys a buffet in record times that match his own and decided this was his BOY.

[moongreenlight]

U already KNOW what time it is baybee!!!! WIP WEDNESDAY!

Been riding the Gaz high and this has been in the works recently (I wrote 2k words yesterday) so here's this!

Director!Gaz x Actress!Reader

Summary: It’s the mid-1970’s and you’ve recently made the unshocking discovery that it’s difficult to find good work acting. Lucky you stumble on the wrong opportunity at the right time!

You’re not dumb enough to fall for the advertisements in the papers looking for actors in ‘up and coming independent films.’ Not anymore.

After being burned so many times by ‘pay to audition’ schemes and sleazy directors only looking to collect videotapes of girls doing porno auditions, you gave up on that front.

But what’s the stipulation on extenuating circumstances? Like when you’re working at a bar a few blocks away from the community theater and a man comes up and sits at the counter all by himself.

He’s gorgeous and a sweet talker. Seems intent on chatting with you even though you really should be polishing glassware. And once he’s finally caught you in his snare, he drops a bomb that up until this point you’d only ever heard stories about.

He says he’s a small-time director and he saw you in the last production the theatre put on. He laughs and makes a lighthearted self-deprecating joke about being “one of those wankers in the paper” to which you wrinkle your nose and give him a weary smile.

But, Jesus, if he can’t make a bad thing good. He’s got all the makings of a politician the way he’s able to talk circles around you until you agree to show up to an audition for his latest project. ‘Trouble in paradise’ or something to that tune.

He tips you twenty pounds and his business card on a coke he barely touches. Uses your pen to write your audition time on the back of the card.

Wednesday at 11a. x

He doesn’t give back the pen.

Your roommates do no good talking you out of it. Hushing your half-arsed arguments about scams and serial killers and all kinds of things. It ends with the four of you in a pile on the couch, wine-drunk and giggling yourselves into hysterics.

So two days later you go. Forcing your roommates to promise no less than five times that if you’re not heard from in an hour that they’ll send in the authorities.

You find your way to the address on the card that now looks tired in comparison to when you first got it. The edges are fussy and dog-eared from your worrying with it and passing it around to prove its legitimacy.

It doesn’t look like any studio or office you’ve seen. Far from. And that should have been the final nail in the coffin. Should have been the reason you turned tail and went back home. But something pulled you up the worn steps of the house. That same something, now cowering a bit at the looming possibility, brought you to rap your knuckles sharply on the part of the door with a few different layers of paint chipped away to expose the cheap metal underneath.

You’re left standing on the stoop for a few moments too long with no answer. And just as you were about to come to your senses and return home with some sliver of your dignity still intact; the door swung inward and exposed the same man from the bar - Kyle - with his horrible, beautiful, toothy smile.

“Thought you were going to stand me up. Wouldn’t have known what to do with myself.”

You catch yourself thinking it’s a shame that he’s directing and not starring in movies. His devastating good-looks and all. Must be a terrible read.

There’s a card table set up in the living room. Two folding chairs behind it that look flimsy at best. Three thick packets that have been three-hole punched on the side, but held together by a binder clip in the top center.

The rest of the furniture is pushed up against the wall. A hodge-podge of mismatched chairs and a sofa that very well could have been your grandmothers and a few banged-up side tables.

He offers water. Offers to take your purse. You decline both. Opt to stand a bit stiffly on the faded rug in the center of the room with your bag tucked snugly under your arm.

Maybe you should make a run for it. Maybe you were stupid to come at all. He’s a total stranger for Christ sake.

Before you can will your feet to move, there’s s bang from behind you. A screen door slamming shut and rattling on its hinges. It startles you almost a foot into the air.

“Nervous?”

Kyle is cool as ever, sliding into one of the chairs, waggling his eyebrows at you. It whines under his weight and you’re suddenly very aware of just how bulky he is. Doesn’t look it on passing glance, but when all you’ve got to look at is the way his shirt fits it becomes glaringly obvious.

“Easily startled.”

You correct, trying to decide whether or not it’s passé to turn over your shoulder to find the source of the heavy footsteps behind you.

He hums and grabs one of the packets, taking off the clip and leafing through it. Pulling out a few odd pages and setting them on the table.

The footsteps reveal their maker when he rounds the corner into the room and shuffles behind the table. If you thought Kyle was big, this man is properly a behemoth. A bit taller, broader in the shoulders, a layer of fat packed on over his muscles. He looks to be older by a few years. He gets crows feet when he nods and smiles at you before taking his seat.

The chair looks as though it would be happier pulling its own legs out from underneath itself.

“Cap’.”

Kyle doesn’t look up from his papers when he addresses the man.

You get no formal introduction to ‘Cap’ though he doesn’t seem to be truly involved in the audition process. He barely glances up from his packet. Content to nurse a fresh cigar and lean further back in the chair than you think should be plausible.

You read from the stack of pulled-out papers with sloppily highlighted lines and try not to shy away from meeting Kyle’s watchful eye.

The audition goes normally, all things considered. You’re instructed to read three different scenes. Without the time to read the blurb on the project, you draw the conclusion that “Trouble in Paradise” is some sort of short suspense film centered around a woman living, shockingly, in paradise.

The writing isn’t first-rate, but you suppose that’s to be expected. You have a hard time piecing together how the scenes flow, but that’s not your largest concern.

“Lovely. Really, darl’.”

Kyle stands when he talks. Commands the attention even of such a small audience. Takes up space in the room like he’s owed it.

You smile, feeling a bit more at-ease now that things seem to be wrapping up.

“N’ how do you look in a bathing suit?”

The question takes you entirely off-guard. It makes your jaw fall far enough open that you’re left looking like a fish out of water.

“I- sorry?”

Kyle’s face doesn’t change. Fantastic at keeping up appearances. He’s still casting that warm smile over you. The focus of it makes you feel like you’re sunbathing.

“Bathing suit, love. How d’you look?”

Disappointment drops like a stone in your belly. Heavy and fast. It’s another scam. Of course it is.

“Oh. I don’t- I don’t do dirty movies.”

It must be palpable on your face even more than it is in your voice.

‘Cap’ glances up at Kyle when he ashes his cigar. The smell is nauseating. He seems to be chewing on a smile. Kyle meets his eye for only a moment, amusement painfully evident on his face.

“You’ve just read the pool scene. Hardly anything dirty about costuming.”

[snowiet]

Tbh I don't he evil at all,,,but you never know at the same time...🤷

But tbh shanks is the right for attecking kid ,He not all the suddenly evil because of it ,He had vaild reasons for it.

Any thoughts?👀

the short answer is that i don't think shanks is evil.

but if you care to hear my thoughts, i think people tend to forget that one piece is ultimately a story about pirates. as early as chapter 1 we can see it get laid out very clearly what kind of people they are.

(lucky roo just straight up kills some dude at like page 30 of the very first chapter and i think thats actually pretty funny)

while i do think there is nuance and that some pirates are clearly "more evil" than others (there are characters that lean more into being pacifist while there are also actual war criminals and slave traders). even characters that get a redeeming backstory or character arc ultimately started out their piracy career by doing criminal acts.

a good example of this is nico robin. i don't think there's anybody out there who would say she is a villain, but at the very least she was a close ally/subordinate of crocodile and at the very least complicit with the coup plot in alabasta, and as a result the death of thousands of people over the years because of crocodile's plans.

so i think the morality of all these characters shouldn't be seen as black or white as most people tend to, and i think that's actually a fantastic aspect of the writing. it adds so much more depth to the story.

as for shanks (and by extension, his crew), i think that his character is actually very consistent. he was burdened with the weight of roger's legacy at a very young age, even his best friend at the time saw in him the pressure that following the steps of the pirate king would take, and it was (albeit small) part of the reason why they parted. he then spent his early days as a pirate trying to do what roger did, not by seeking out treasure and becoming infamous, but instead inspiring the newer generation to live freely. and out of everything we've seen from him in the story, even in moments where he had no reason to hide his true intentions, he has remained consistent in his actions.

that's why i feel like him out of nowhere becoming a twist villain would make very little sense in the narrative, and it's something i would be pretty disappointed if it happened. that's not to say he is the epitome of a good person, just that he has been shown to be consistently true to his beliefs.

we don't know what happened in the previous altercation between the kidd pirates and the red hair pirates, only that kidd lost an arm. and we also don't know why kidd is so dead set on targeting shanks. but from what we saw of shanks attacking kidd, it was in order to defend his fleet from what he saw would be a devastating attack.

[ofcalamitics]

Did CLARKE ROUSSEAU chase one of seven sins seven miles down the coast? Originally from MIAMI, FL, the 27 YEAR OLD CIS FEMALE is a RECORD SHOP EMPLOYEE AT THE LUCKY ICARUS / FRONT DESK AT ONDINE’S WRECKAGE and has lived in the Key for 7 YEARS. SHE is supposed to call POINCIANA DRIVE home, but there is always temptation lurking between the streets and the ocean that keeps HER from heading back. Sinners and saints take many forms, but they look like MADISON ISEMAN and on their way to make decisions, good and bad, they always seem to sway to the beat of DAMMIT BY BLINK-182. (baz, she/her, 28, cst, n/a).

basics

BIRTH NAME : clarke everly rousseau. ALIAS  /  NICKNAME : roo. AGE : twenty seven. DATE  OF  BIRTH : may 13, 1994. PLACE OF BIRTH : miami, fl. EDUCATION : bfa from umiami. OCCUPATION : record shop employee at lucky icarus and front desk at ondine’s wreckage. GENDER : cisfemale. RELIGION : atheist. SEXUALITY : pansexual. HAIR COLOR : dirty blonde.  EYE  COLOR : blue.  HEIGHT : 5’1”. HOBBIES : surfing, skateboarding, going to concerts, hustling people at pool, working on her truck, art - creating and observing. TROPES : rebel, femme fatale. INSPIRATIONS : peyton sawyer, angie d’amato, meredith grey, hayley marshall, penny lane.

past

clarke childhood could only have been described as one thing - idyllic. she and her siblings were born with sliver spoons in their mouths, though you’d never have known it. despite wanting for nothing, clarke learned early on that if she wanted something, she had to work for it. nothing was handed out for free. unfortunately, that included her mother’s love.

all her life she’d been told she was the spitting image of her mother - practically her twin! for years, clarke wore it like a badge of honor, beaming by her mother’s side while family and friends gushed over them. so, when it all came crashing down - or slipping out the back door in the middle of the night - clarke swore she’d never let anyone hurt her or her siblings like that ever again. 

the disappearance of their father had devastated clarke, of course, but nothing hurt like their mother choosing her career over her kids. clarke had always been so sure of her mother’s love - convinced it was unconditional even though the signs had always been there that her mother was unhappy. the morning when she realized her mother was gone was the single most devastating and life altering moment of clarke’s life.

after that day, clarke made it known that she was nothing like her mother. she’d never dream of leaving her family behind, even as young as she was. clarke took on responsibility no child should ever have to bear. 

on the hard days, clarke turned to her sketchbook. it had started as a way to escape the hardships life had brought her way but, as she got older, clarke learned she had a natural talent and creativity. 

college had never really been part of clarke’s plan, but after practically raising her baby sister herself and with some encouragement from her high school art teacher, she applied to university of miami’s fine arts program. it had been years since clarke had done anything for purely selfish reasons - though she purposely chose a school close to home. it felt good doing something for herself again, but there was a twinge of guilt that came along with it. a fear she swallowed down over and over again. what if she was more like her mother than she wanted to admit?

within three years, clarke graduated early with her bachelor’s in art and found herself following aubrey to key west. 

present

something about knowing how much her mother hated key west has made clarke love it that much more. it was shockingly easy to put down roots and make poinciana drive home. clarke had chosen the neighborhood because she knew it was well below her means - that was part of the charm. now, though, she’s learned to genuinely love the place and happily calls it home.

though she does love her home, clarke spends very little time actually in it. most mornings she’s out on the waves early. clarke finds her peace out in the open water and it’s obvious when she hasn’t been able to get out and surf first thing. a gal gets cranky. almost all of her afternoons and evenings are spent at lucky icarus’ or ondine’s! neither truly feel like work (until she has to deal with a karen. ew.). clarke’s developed a love of vintage cars - it runs in the family, apparently - and has even revamped an old ford ranger that she’s obsessed with. and music is easily her second love, so her time spent off and on the clock at lucky icarus is self indulgent at the very least.

she is a prickly bitch. she’s not hateful or outright mean usually but she’s got rbf for days and is massively distrusting of new people. if you want to get under that prickly exterior, come at her with some obscure music facts (bonus points if it’s something she doesn’t already know) or a good roast (even if it’s of her). 

clarke isn’t afraid of a good fight, though she doesn’t usually go seeking them out. if you come for either of her siblings, she will throw hands. or swing a tire iron. pick your poison.

quick facts

playlists are her love language. she’ll be stupid chill about it, but it’s a huge deal to get one. if she abruptly shares any of her music with someone, it’s her being vulnerable - there’s always something she’s trying to say when she shares her music.

clarke is fueled by spite and nicotine. that’s it. she’s very unapologetic of that fact.

has pretty much zero impulse control if her siblings aren’t around. around them she goes full mom mode but?? that’s really the only time unless she considers someone family.

loves a good horror movie, but lords of dogtown and almost famous are her comfort movies.

elton john is her guilty pleasure if she had to pick something. not ashamed though. v proud of her love for sir elton.

rides a pintail longboard and surfs with either a classic short or longboard, depending on her mood.

will sell her soul for a vape and some mello yello at any given time.

will not be caught dead away from home without a sketchbook. every bag she carries has at least one tucked away in it somewhere. some have multiple. her downtime at either job is usually spent sketching or doodling.

her home is in a general state of disarray simply because she doesn’t spend a ton of time there, but underneath the mess it’s a v aesthetically pleasing space. her artistic nature shines both in her physical space and her online presence. it’s all v curated to look a certain way. even her truck was outfitted to look a certain way.

she loves a retro moment. modern is great, but clarke is obsessed with all things retro.

wanted dynamics

best friend / ride or die / partner in crime.

roommates / neighbors.

surf buddies.

gear head pals.

regulars at the record shop.

exes / hookups.

honestly....anything. i want it all. pls.

[skzandateezwrecked]

THANK U (part 2)

Genre: angst, fluff

Group: Ateez

Member: Jung Wooyoung

Summary: Badboy!Wooyoung asks you to be his fake girlfriend to make himself seem less available to others. Would you accept it?

Word Count: 1.8k words

a/n: thank you guys so much for the amazing response from the first part of this series! i honestly didn’t expect it all, but seeing the comments that a couple of you wrote really made me feel better about writing. thanks to all of you, i gained the inspiration to start writing the second part, and i finished it! it’s a bit longer than the first part, so i hope i made it interesting enough hehehe. i hope you all enjoy!

part 1 part 3

A week has passed. In school, you and Wooyoung seemed like the perfect couple. Everyone on campus was surprised when they heard the news about you and Wooyoung. Who would have thought that the goody-two shoes sophomore would finally give in to the school’s resident bad boy? Surprisingly, no one really objected to you and Wooyoung’s relationship despite other girls being devastated when they found out Wooyoung wasn’t single anymore apparently. But as far as anyone can see, Wooyoung seemed to be treating you right and you seemed to make Wooyoung happy, and that’s all that matters to them.

However, to make sure that Wooyoung’s relationship with you really sold to the public, the rest of the Ateez members had to meddle in with the relationship as well. If you weren’t with Wooyoung, you were at least with two of the Ateez members. They were like your personal bodyguards and they treated you like a princess. That’s what really made Clarissa keep her distance from Wooyoung, but that didn’t stop her from texting him “goodnight :)” and “good morning :)” messages everyday.

You became close with some of the Ateez members because of this deal, although you were sad that you weren’t going to be spending time with them anymore once the deal is over. You had especially gotten close with Yunho, San, and Jongho. In the very short amount of time you have known the boys, Yunho already felt like the older brother you never had. Whenever some jealous girls would mess with you about your relationship with Wooyoung, Yunho would always step up and defend you, scaring the girls away, then treating you to ice cream at the cafeteria to cheer you up. With San, you were drawn to his humor, and he loved how he can easily make you laugh. He was definitely someone you would love to stay close with when the deal was over. Lastly, you spent a lot of time with Jongho after finding out he needed a lot of help with school, so you opted to be his tutor. Freshman year was incredibly easy for you, so helping out Jongho was no big deal at all. 

And how could you forget Wooyoung? The one who brought you into this deal in the first place? After each class, Wooyoung would walk you to your next one and pick you up shortly after the bell rings if you guys aren’t in the same class or he decided to skip. He would hold your hand in the hallway, look at you lovingly whenever Clarissa was near, and made you sit next to him during lunch along with the Ateez members rather than with your friends. Your friends didn’t mind at all. Wooyoung also never stopped expressing how grateful he was that you agreed to do this, and each time you told him that you would have done it for anyone.

You hate how you heavily misjudged the group. They have been nothing but sweet to you but sometimes you wonder if they’re just doing it for the sake of the deal to make it more believable. Would they immediately drop you once they realize that Wooyoung doesn’t need you anymore? You hoped that wasn’t the case and you didn’t really want to think about it. Even worse, Wooyoung has been on your mind a lot recently. Were you starting to actually fall for him? No, you can’t give in. Him looking at you with loving eyes is just an act. It’s just an act.

It’s finally Friday. When the final bell rang for dismissal, you immediately got out of your seat and rushed to the door, only to be stopped by a large figure standing in front of you.

“Oh hey, Mingi!” You greeted the red-haired boy.

“The boys and I are going to grab milkshakes. Wanna come?” He asked.

“Sure! But why? Will Clarissa be there? Will Youngie and I have to share a milkshake with two straws?” You asked sarcastically. Youngie was a name you had recently given Wooyoung. He hated it, but you thought it was cute so that’s how you refer to him when he’s not around.

“Nah nothing like that. We just want to hang out with you,” he replied. You were taken aback with this offer. Was he being serious?

“Look, just because we met because of this stupid deal doesn’t mean that we would drop you when we don’t need you. We truly enjoy your company, and we hope that you enjoy ours too considering the reputation that we hold,” he said. Not going to lie, you were extremely touched by his words, especially now that you know that they actually see you as a friend of theirs.

“Sure! I’ll come,” you said. Mingi smiled and nodded and the two of you walked out of the school building.

You and Mingi decided to walk to the diner. It was only a couple of blocks away from school and you refused to ride his motorcycle, so Mingi decided to just leave it at the school parking lot and come back for it later. On the way to the diner, you and Mingi decided to get to know each other more. You found out that Mingi had a secret passion for rapping, and only Hongjoong knows about it. You also found out that despite his tall figure, he is deathly afraid of bugs. You made a mental note to tease him about that in the future. 

When you guys got to the diner, you found that the boys were already there and ordered milkshakes for you and Mingi.

You take a sip of your milkshake. “Chocolate, how did you know?” you asked Wooyoung.

“Lucky guess,” Wooyoung replied, then gestured for you to sit down next to him. You did then Wooyoung proceeded to put his arm around your shoulder.

“Um, Clarissa isn’t here. I don’t think we need to do that,” You said, trying to hide the blush beginning to form on your face.

“Oh, uh right. Sorry,” Wooyoung replied, clearly flustered but you didn’t notice. San and Yeosang, who saw the exchange between you and Wooyoung, started laughing hysterically.

“What’s so funny?” You asked. 

“Nothing!” San answered in between snorts. You shrugged. After that, the rest of you talked and when you realized it was getting a bit late, you excused yourself from the table.

“Sorry guys, I have to go. I have to be home by dinner. I had fun though, thank you so much for inviting me!” you said.

“No problem. Please know you’re always welcome with us anytime,” Hongjoong said.

“Hey, I’ll walk you to your house. It’s getting dark,” Wooyoung offered. “Yeah sure, that’d be great, thank you,” you said. You waved a final wave to the rest of the boys before you and Wooyoung walked out the door of the diner. 

It was silent on the walk back to your house. It wasn’t until after ten minutes of walking when Wooyoung finally said something.

“So um, when Clarissa is finally over me, do you think that you and I can still remain friends?” Wooyoung asked.

“Of course! I’d like that,” You replied with a smile. Wooyoung smiled to himself. He was going to ask you one more question until you stopped walking. 

“We’re here,” You said as you stopped in front of your house. “Thank you for walking me, you didn’t have to but I really appreciate it,” you continued.

“It’s no problem. I just wanted to make sure you were safe. Have a nice night Y/n!” Wooyoung said. “Likewise,” you replied. You waved at Wooyoung before finally entering your house. Just in time, you saw that the food was already set at your dining table. You took a seat and scrolled through your phone while waiting for your parents to come down. 

“Oh hello, Y/n. How was your day?” Your mom asked as she took her place at the table.

“It was fun. Hung out with some friends today,” You replied. It’s been a while since you and your mother had a normal conversation.

“How nice! What are their names? Have you brought them here before?” Your mom asked. “Actually, they’re new,” you said. “I met them just last week, and there’s quite a lot of them. Their names are Jung Wooyoung, Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, and Choi Jongho,” You were hoping you didn’t forget one of them. “I think you might know their parents, they own KQ Enterprises.”

And with that sentence, your mother stopped what she was doing and your father, who was walking towards the dining table, halted his steps. 

“Sweetie, you know that KQ Enterprises is one of our biggest competitors right now, right?” Your dad said. Of course you didn’t know. Your parents don’t tell you shit about their work. Hell, they don’t even tell you shit about their lives. All you know is that their business is called JYP Enterprises, named after your grandfather, and that it’s successful. You just didn’t know it was that successful to compete with KQ Enterprises.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t know,” was all you can say as you nod your head down.

“I’m sorry sweetie but I don’t feel comfortable with you hanging out with those people. For all we know they could be using you to get information about us, the company,” Your mom said, concern and anger was evident in her voice.

“They’re not like that. I’m sorry but I will continue hanging out with them. I haven’t even known them for a while but they’ve treated me like family better than you guys ever have. They talk to me, ask me about my day, protect me. I haven’t even heard those coming out of your mouths until today,” You say as you got up from the table. How dare they talk to you about your friends like that? They didn’t even know them. Your head feels like it was about to explode from anger so you grabbed your phone from the table and ran to the stairs.

“Y/n Park don’t you dare talk to us that way!” You hear your father’s booming voice say, his voice slowly fading the closer you got to your room.

You locked the door to your room and laid down on your bed. Your day was going so well, until your parents had to ruin it. You were exhausted, so before even changing out of your clothes, you closed your eyes. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep until you hear your phone chime.

You picked it up and you were surprised to see who it was. You used to be extremely close to this person in middle school, but a falling out in freshman year of high school drifted you guys apart. You opened the message to see what it says.

Please meet at the spot at the park tomorrow afternoon at 3:00. You know which one I mean. 

“What does he want?” You muttered to yourself. Your phone chimed again, notifying you that you got another message from this person. You opened the message and your eyes went wide.

I know about the deal.

[brooklyins]

BIOGRAPHY

brooklyn was born… painfully average. the (far) youngest sibling out of five, her brother became a well known rugby player, her sister a fashion designer, the twins a surgeon and a pilot and she… well, she was lucky to get cs throughout school. she was her parents’ baby girl, they were getting older and after everything they’d watched their other children succeed with, they had high hopes for her. though never vocalized, it was obvious she was letting them down.

outside of her family, her social life was never thriving either. she was an awkward child, her interests were a little too quirky to be ‘in’, and she wasn’t good at approaching people. she’d even force other people to order for her in restaurants if she could. storm was her first real friend, and she looked at him like he hung the moon. eventually zeki and andi came along, and the four of them became the famous four. brooklyn was thrilled to have people she could count on in her life. she’d felt so alone before them, while storm seemed to grow apart from her as he got older she still clung to their friendship, afraid to lose one of the only people she’d ever truly had.

then came david. and, oh, god, david. he was everything she’d ever wanted and then some. while she loved her friends, when they were together there was always the haunting feeling in the back of her mind that if one of them were to be edged out, it would be her.

but david made her feel special. david made her feel like she was something more than average, like she was beautiful and important. she fell hard and she fell fast. he was the first man she ever dated and would likely be her last. she’d planned to marry him one day. when she found out she was pregnant, she was so excited she could hardly contain herself. she didn’t tell anyone at first. she bought several more tests just to make sure. she wasn’t ready to be a mother but in her head, it was perfect. they were going to stay together forever. she was blind to what everyone else could see in david, she didn’t think anything was wrong, she thought he would be happy and they’d live a long, blissful life together… but her dreams were cut short the very day she planned to tell him about their child.

in an instant she had lost everything. she lost all of her friends. she lost david. she lost any hope she had. she lost herself. after the fire, brooklyn locked herself away in her home. she was devastated. mourning. alone. (tw: miscarriage themes) all of the stress led to a painful, horrifying pregnancy. there were times she was convinced she would lose her child. one morning she woke in a pool of blood and she thought that was it, he was gone, the only thing she had left of david. she ended up on bed rest for months, just crying her eyes out and wondering what she did to deserve this, wondering if the next day she would have to bury her unborn baby as well.

fortunately, mathis pulled through. he was her miracle. the moment that she heard him cry her world flipped upside down. she had a purpose, a reason. she held him in the hospital bed and she sobbed, struck with misery and pain and gratefulness. she knew that she was an even bigger disappointment to her parents now, an unmarried mother, but she didn’t care. from there on out her entire life revolved around mathis. perhaps she was a fool to think she could ever have a happy ending but at least she finally, finally found her reason for all of the suffering, each heartbreak, every decision she’d ever made that led her to this moment in her life. her son.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: brooklyn camilla ruiz PRONUNCIATION: brooke-lynn uh-lie-z-uh roo-ez MEANING: one who lives near a brook, servant for the temple, son of ruy REASONING: her parents liked the name NICKNAMES: brook, brookie, b PREFERRED NAMES: brooklyn BIRTH DATE: august 18th, 1989 AGE: 31 24 ZODIAC: leo GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ETHNICITY: spanish, catalan, asturian-leonese, galician

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: uk HOMETOWN: darkwood EDUCATION LEVEL: high school FATHER: isabella ruiz MOTHER: lorenzo ruiz SIBLINGS: seth ruiz, jade ruiz, lorenzo ruiz ii, michael ruiz CHILDREN: mathis walker PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: david walker

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: her job, grocery store clerk SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: the money her parents send TERTIARY SOURCES OF INCOME: n/a CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB OR LACK THERE OF?: no PAST JOBS: n/a SPENDING HABITS: rent, bills, mathis MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: the pictures she has of david

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 6/10 OFFENSE: 6/10 DEFENSE: 6/10 SPEED: 5/10 INTELLIGENCE: 5/10 ACCURACY: 6/10 AGILITY: 5/10 STAMINA: 5/10 TEAMWORK: 6/10 TALENTS: n/a SHORTCOMINGS: delusional LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, spanish DRIVE?: yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes SWIM?: yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: no PLAY CHESS?: no BRAID HAIR?: yes TIE A TIE?: no PICK A LOCK?: possibly

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACECLAIM: priscilla quintana EYE COLOR: green HAIR COLOR: dark brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: wavy GLASSES/CONTACTS?: reading glasses DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: 5'5 WEIGHT: 115-140 lbs BUILD: slender EXERCISE HABITS: n/a TATTOOS: n/a PEIRCINGS: ear lobes MARKS/SCARS: n/a NOTABLE FEATURES: her always perfect eyebrows USUAL EXPRESSION: resting bitch face CLOTHING STYLE: casual JEWELRY: only earrings ALLERGIES: n/a DIET: if she remembers to eat, it’s whatever is in the cabinet PHYSICAL AILMENTS: n/a

PSYCHOLOGY

ENNEAGRAM TYPE: isfp MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral TEMPERAMENT: melancholic ELEMENT: water MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: undiagnosed SOCIALBILITY: poor EMOTIONAL STABILITY: god awful OBSESSIONS: david COMPULSIONS: n/a PHOBIAS: does ‘trusting people’ count? ADDICTIONS: david DRUG USE: n/a ALCOHOL USE: rarely PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: uhh sometimes

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: sometimes chill, sometimes frantic ACCENT: english QUIRKS: wrinkling her nose when she’s truly happy HOBBIES: n/a HABITS: checking on her son constantly NERVOUS TICKS: n/a DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: mathis FEARS: losing mathis POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, loyal, motherly NEGATIVE TRAITS: cold, neurotic, impulsive SENSE OF HUMOR: witty/sarcastic DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: ye

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: crying sleeping playing with her son ANIMAL: hummingbirds BEVERAGE: pepsi BOOK: you’re mum: a little book for mothers (and the people who love them) by liz climo CELEBRITY: n/a COLOR: red DESIGNER: n/a FOOD: mexican cuisine FLOWER: hot lips GEM: rubies HOLIDAY: mother’s day MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: cars MOVIE: coco MUSICAL ARTIST: she used to be a swiftie, doesn’t listen to music much anymore QUOTE/SAYING: “what we have once enjoyed we can never lose, all that we love deeply becomes a part of us” SCENERY: the night sky SCENT: baby powder SPORT: n/a SPORTS TEAM: n/a TELEVISION SHOW: friends WEATHER: soft rainy days VACATION DESTINATION: paris

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: to see her son succeed in life GREATEST FEAR: losing her son MOST AT EASE WHEN: mathis is asleep next to her or with his head in his lap, she’s running her fingers through his curls, there’s the sound of gentle rain on the rooftop LEAST AT EASE WHEN: mathis is at daycare and she’s away from him WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: mathis dying, being taken from her BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: becoming a single mother BIGGEST REGRET: not saving david’s life MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: too many to count tbh BIGGEST SECRET: that she was there during zeki’s garage fire TOP PRIORITIES: mathis

[artnerd1123]

ANGST!!!!! >:D

so much enthusiasm XDwell, since u asked for it... here’s my angstiest daydream >:3

can’t decide if its canon or not bUT ANYWAYS--Angst Time(tm) undercut :3

there was only one time aiden felt utterly devastated. he and roo were on a quest in the forest. Aiden was trying to take out a particularly nasty batch of dark monsters, but there were too many to keep track of. He and Roo were driven right to the edge of the forest, which was bordered by a rushing river. Aiden kept Roo behind him as he tried his hardest to force a path through the monsters. The poor kitten was so terrified, he wasn’t watching his footing...... and ended up falling into the river. Aiden, horrified, jumped in after him. He only managed to save Roo’s cloak. 

The questor was lucky he’d kept a vial of Roo’s paint on him.

Once he got to the nearest town, he brought Roo back. The two had nightmares about it for weeks. Aiden still has some occasionally. And he never lets Roo get anywhere near a stream/creek/river ever again. 

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Time Travel Fix-It, Star Trekish, Time Travel, and Winnie the Pooh?

Time Travel Fix-It:

This one was one of my first Fix-It fics where a descendant of Anakin travels back in time to fix it. Medeia hasn’t really developed much as my other Skywalker OC’s but she is unique in the fact she’s the only one who time-travelled alone and went back the furthest to the TPM era, freed Anakin and Shmi and basically steamrolled over any of the council’s objections. It’s pretty indulgent.

Excerpt:

“Match my breathing like I taught you, Anakin. In through the nose. Quietly out through the mouth. Focus on what you can feel through the Force. Let the sensation of everything physical around you fade away. Like the wind over the desert, be like the bedrock beneath. Quiet and stable, unaffected by the wind above. Very good. Keep going.”

Anakin’s bright presence in the Force slowly became less energetic with each minute. It still glowed brightly and rippled with Emotion and Self and Power. His presence reached out a few times, slipping over his mother and Qui-Gon as if to reassure himself they were still there. He reached further out and found Padmè, gently nudging against her for a moment. He sent a trail out and entwined himself around Medeia’s presence, adding another layer to their bond.

Medeia was still Eye-Of-The-Storm-Calm but he noticed something else about her. Light and Dark twirling inside her in near perfect harmony. Neither ever overwhelmed the other. There was no internal struggle. They just mixed and unmixed and mixed again to create a soft glow of Grey in the Force.

Obi-wan nearly jolted when Anakin’s bright presence turned to him. At first it was a nudge which turned into curious gentle prodding.

“Easy, Ani.” Medeia murmured from far away even as her own presence curled around Anakin’s to guide him away from Obi-Wan.

He would never know why he did what he did but it felt right to reach out and brush his own presence against both in acceptance.

Medeia’s presence brushed against his for a moment then released Anakin’s who immediately curled against Obi-Wan’s like a small tooka kit seeking warmth from its mother.

Obi-Wan reached out to Medeia’s presence who followed sedately like a gentle shower of rain and rested against both presences.

The Force seemed to rise in Light at the occurrence and became clearer than it had been before. The Universe seemed to sing and for one moment, Obi-Wan felt complete and utter peace.

They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. Obi-Wan’s gentle sunshine Light resting against Medeia’s calm-before-the-storm Grey as Anakin’s Supernova brushed around them, occasionally prodding at them and being tugged back gently by Medeia before he went too far.

Star Trekish:

This idea came around when I was watching some Star Trek and figured that what if the galaxy eventually evolved into a Star Trekish culture rather than the pit of corruption primed for an angry white man to take over every other half a century. So Four ships from that kind of era time travel back (I like my time travel fics) to the Clone Wars and revolutionise the galaxy mostly by accident. I also have another Skywalker who is the Captain of one of the ships. (Mostly so I could make Captain Rex and Captain Skywalker jokes.)

Time Travel:

Oooooh, this one! This one was inspired by Chapter 62 of No Love is Greater than that of a Father For His Son by Geekygirl24. I’ll try not to spoil it but my idea was what if they didn’t go back? I had a great time chatting about it on the Ani5 Discord and it basically evolved into Anakin gets all the love and care he needs and winds up married to like the entire 501st again. (He seems to do that a lot in a few of my au’s)

Excerpt (does contain a few spoilers)

“When my mother died in my arms, the people who did it were damn lucky I was nowhere near them and that Padme had the foresight to stun me. It was only thanks to the fact I had the Master-Padawan bond with Obi-Wan,” here the younger version of his master startled and flickered wide eyes between him and the younger version “that stopped me from going completely darkside. Even then it’s left its mark on me. I have mental scarring. Scarring I will never recover from. The healers thought it was a miracle I’m still functioning!”

“Anakin?” The quiet voice of Obi-Wan piped up and Anakin took a deep breath before facing his master who looked devastated. He’d never told him what the healers had found in the aftermath of Geonosis. It had been hard enough speaking about how he’d felt his mother die and to feel the healer’s horror at missing something so integral to his health.

The distance and time that had been put between Anakin and his mother had done it damage even before she had died. It explained a lot apparently.

“It’s not your fault. You never knew. No one did, not even the Healers figured out I need Force bonds to remain healthy.”

“But, if we’d just…”

Winnie The Pooh:

Oh, this au is like my baby! It’s just crack. I’d just seen Christopher Robin (10/10 would recommend) and my thought was what if Anakin made friends with Pooh when he was younger? It kind of exploded and became Shmi Lives (and makes friends with Kanga after moving into the Hundred Acre Woods), Eeyore’s tail is the reason Sidious is revealed and Pooh wins 4 arguments against Yoda’s Line about Attachments.

Winnie the Pooh, accidental Social Revolutionist, is also a thing in this au.

The Tree to access the Hundred Acre Woods somehow relocates from England to Tatooine (sshhh just go with it) to the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

 Anakin is doing so much better since Pooh is amazing and it’s very hard to be angry at him or about things when Pooh phrases it differently and basically forces you to talk it through. He and the 501st also do the morning exercise routine with Pooh. (The mental image is hilarious since it’s basically Space Yoga with Pooh leading.) The Tigger song is a staple. 

Mace Windu is conned into fighting off Heffalumps and Roo decides Commander Wolffe is the coolest thing in existence. Commander Wolffe has no idea what to think about this. (Plo thinks it’s hilarious)

Just pure mayhem and fluff. No angst allowed.

Excerpt from the Discord Discussion I had

Me: On yet another note, Kanga. Kanga has SO much stuff in her pouch. Kanga managed to outfit all of the 212th Attack Battalion with scarves. 

Kanga once kicked a droid through a wall.

The clones are in AWE of Kanga.

The clones take after Tigger and start referring to her as Mrs Kanga, ma'am.

Shmi is referred to as Ms Skywalker, ma'am.

You do not cross either mom since they will mom you into submission or you get glared at by at least 20+ clones and a jedi knight.

Obi-Wan is mom'ed into submission 

The council would argue against Shmi’s presence but that would mean loosing access to Kanga and Shmi’s cookie recipe.

@serenityharkness​ : Akemi will lead a Youngling and Healer REVOLT before she allows access to the cookie recipe to be lost.

Me:

Adi Gailla would revolt before allowing the cookie access to be lost. It’s the only thing that gets her through some of those meetings.

Yoda has lost all control over the Order ever since he lost the argument about attachments with Pooh. (Several people are honestly wondering HOW but that is a thing that happened.)

@lylilunapotter​:Everything, EVERYTHING, about this is precious and amazing and I love it. What kind of cookies are they?

Me:Depends on the person. Some are choc chip, others are oatmeal, a really popular one is kelp.

Kit Fisto would go to war for those kelp cookies

Kit Fisto would take on the entire Separatist Confederacy, shirtless and with one hand tied behind his back

Lylilunapotter:Kit, you are so completely valid

Me:Anakin isn’t sure if Fisto is trying to woo his mom or just get more cookies. Shmi finds this hilarious

Lylilunapotter:Anakin’s just praying it’s the latter. He likes Kit just fine, but as a father-in-law?!

Me:Neither of them will tell him which is the case. Kanga just takes pity and plies him with hot coco and bisuits. She also pats his hair

Ask me about my Star Wars WIP from this list or any of the other fandoms I have!

[jonasmaurer]

Friday Faves

Hey hey! Happy Friday! This feels like the shortest weirdest week ever. I still feel the sway like I’m on a boat and am a bit disappointed to wake up each morning and breakfast isn’t waiting. The cruise life is a nice one, I tell ya! I think everyone in the house is experiencing a post-vacation funk, including the guinea pigs who had the sweetest pet sitter watching them, and we’re all trying to get back into the swing of things.

A fun mid-week treat: I met up with Meg and Bri to go to Bachelor LIVE On Stage. We’re all Bachlelor fanatics and couldn’t pass up the chance to meet some of the contestants from previous seasons. (PS I’m like 3 weeks behind and I’ve heard the current season has turned into a flaming dumpster fire. Hoping I can catch up a bit this weekend!)

Ben and Becca hosted a condensed live version of the show and introduced Tucson to our own bachelor, a PA named Joe. They had 12 local contestants (many of them were college students from the U of A) and we got to watch Joe narrow them down through first impression rose, games, lip syncing (this was amazing) and even a 3-minute Fantasy Suite. It was a little cheesy but mostly amazing.

We got to meet Ben, Becca, and Sydney afterwards during the Meet and Greet. (We got VIP tickets because YOLO.) I’m always SO awkward when I meet anyone famous or whom I admire, so my plan was to say hello, tell them we loved the show and stand there awkwardly while Meg and Bri did the talking. My plan worked perfectly haha. I have to say that Ben is SO nice in real life – Meg said we were a group of moms and we were nervous and he said, “I love moms” AHHHH – and Becca is a goddess. All of her dresses were so amazing. Sydney was also super beautiful and nice IRL.

It was such a fun girls’ night and I didn’t have a voice yesterday from all the screaming.

Now it’s time for the weekly Friday Faves party! This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re loving in the comments section below!

Random:

Stasher bags. I picked up some of these for the guinea pigs’ veggies while we were out of town. (I had another brand but I found that they don’t seal as well.) They’re reusable, easy to clean, and I know that I’ll use them frequently for the girls’ snacks and lunches.

Read, watch, listen:

Ghosted. I flew through this book on our cruise and couldn’t wait to finish it! The plot was extremely intriguing and it was the kind of book that leaves you hanging in the best way possible until you get to the very end. The book is about a girl named Sarah and a weeklong romance she has with a guy named Eddie after randomly meeting him one afternoon. Eddie has to leave for an international trip, and they plan to be together as soon as he’s back, but he ghosts her. He doesn’t return any of her phone calls or emails. Part of her wonders if he’s just blowing her off (even though all signs point to true love) but she can’t help but wonder if something horrible has happened to him. Cue all the suspenseful music and Gina staying up way later than normal to find out what happens. Read it; you’ll like it.

This video. I’ve talked about Bark a bit here on the blog and interviewed Roo for the podcast. Watching the video made me feel an expanse of emotions: disgust, gratitude, fear, devastation, and empowerment to do everything possible to protect the kids in our family. Please take 10 minutes out of your day, especially if any kids in your life have access to social media. Then download Bark. (You can use my code FITNESSISTA to get 20% off the monthly rate.)

Beauty + fashion:

These Spanx pants! They were sent in my latest Trunk Club and I loooooooove them. I have to start wearing more business casual attire for weekly meetings (and some upcoming Beautycounter events), so Daniel has been sending me more business casual attire in addition to my usual casual mom mode outfits. These pants are everything you could want from a work pant. They’re classic, stretchy, thick fabric, and flattering. I can tell they’ll be a staple.

(PS to try out Trunk Club, use my referral link! You’ll get a $50 credit to use towards your first purchase.)

Congrats to this month’s mystery hostess rewards winner! For February, I set up a pop up in the system and used those links in my posts about Beautycounter. Through the links, we maxed out the hostess rewards for the pop up so I could surprise a lucky winner with the freebies and discounts (5 free products + 5 50% off products <— no obligation to order anything). Everyone who ordered from Feb 12 through yesterday was entered to win! The lucky winner this month: Carolyn!

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Fitness + good eats:

Check out this barre and yoga fusion workout

Orange ginger salmon looks awesome.

I’ve been into buddha bowls lately and had this recipe twice (once for dinner and once for lunch) this week. The Pilot and Liv weren’t huge fans, but P and I went crazy for them. The lemon tahini sauce is SO good.

Found these chickpeas at Natural Grocers (love that they’re soaked and pressure cooked. This can make them easier to digest):

Can’t wait to try this family workout with the girls!

This salmon recipe looks awesome.

Question of the day: have you ever met anyone famous? What did you say to them?

xo

Gina

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