#forbidden cats are my favorite don’t @ me

[eoieopda]

as i was walking into my office this morning, i encountered a possum that was just vibing in sunshine in the parking lot. i don’t know why, but this feels like a good omen??

i’ve received the possum blessing 🥲

[mykoreanlove]

just another day at the dorms - minho version

“Where is she? Where is y/n?” Minho searched the dorms frantically, ravaging everything in his way.

You were about to leave for the night, eager for your first real blind date. Dating was still forbidden, so you had to be sneaky which made the whole thing even hotter.

Your hand was already on the door handle but before you could open it you felt yourself getting yanked to the side. His lips crushed onto yours without a word, forcefully dancing with your tongue. You didn’t need an introduction though; you would have recognized Minho in every universe.

His hands travelled down your body, kneading, and groping his favorite parts. He lifted you up and walked both of you towards his room – not breaking the kiss even once. You felt yourself falling on his big bed, he was attached to you like glue.

“Don’t leave me y/n, please. Don’t ever leave me.”

Minho thrusted onto you, showing you exactly just how much he needed you. Your clothes were gone seconds after and you found yourself on top of him, taking him all in as you circled your hips around his dick.

“Mmhmm, my kitty cat is doing such a good job”, he hummed in pleasure.

He was right, you did a very good job – at fucking a taken man.

You threw your head back, intensifying the rhythm of your circles as he sucked on your perky tits forcefully. “Fuck, kitty, this is gonna bruise tomorrow”, he smirked.

You slung your arms around him and whispered in his ear: “This is the last time, Min. I’m ditching my date for you and you better-“, your speech got cut off by your moans, as he was thrusting from underneath you, hitting all the right spots.

“You were saying?”, he retorted. You grabbed his full hair and pulled his head back; you had him looking up to you now. “Don’t play with me, Min. I mean it.”

Before you could even blink, he spun you around, making you lay on your belly as he was thrusting into you from behind. His sweaty body lay on yours, his heaviness pushing you into the soft mattress. You felt his hot breath on your ear as he whispered: “But I like playing with you the most, kitty.”

Minho raised his upper body and started leaving kisses all over your backside – starting from the neck and working his way down to your ass. “God, you are perfect, y/n”, he hummed in appreciation. Minho spanked your ass before thrusting the hardest, making you see stars for a minute. He emptied himself inside of you and collapsed on your back.

“Sorry about your date.”

You sighed into the fluffy cushions. “What about your girlfriend, Min? Are you even sorry for her?” He nodded his head, still buried in your neck. “I am. But I can’t help it. She is not-“, he paused.

“What? Giving you attention? Fucking you properly? Caring about you?”

Minho got off of you and rolled on his side. He caressed your face with the palm of his hand, he was in total agony of your beauty. “She’s not seeing me for who I am. To her I am Minho, the idol, the perfect guy. I am up on a pedestal in her mind. She really has no idea who I am. Who I really am.”

You frowned at his explanation. Ever since you met him you were very well aware of his flaws – he had anger issues, he rarely flossed, he could be too cold at times, he loved cats more than humans, he left his damp towels all around the dorms and got impatient when you messed up his choreographies.

How peculiar to think that he, or anybody really, would be perfect.

“But you, y/n”, he inhaled deeply, “you are different.” His fingers brushed your lips, making him inhale in anticipation. “Different how?” He got up and towered over you, his body only inches away from yours. The silver chain around his neck fell right in between your cleavage, making you squirm at the coldness of the metal.

“You”, he kissed your swollen lips,

“see”, another one on your left cheek,

“me”, followed by a kiss on the right cheek,

“for”, a kiss on the nose,

“who”, followed by a kiss on your temple.

“You are”, you whispered in realization. He smirked and crushed his lips onto yours again, for the second but not last time that night.  

[adoreeenina]

I wanna be yours - Prologue.

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love. Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving). Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader. Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Peace. That’s what I felt. At this moment. Flying through the sky on my ikran, Rawm. During the eclipse are my favorite time to go, it’s peaceful, beautiful, I could never get tired of the sight. Being away from all the responsibilities, my father, my mother, Tarsem. I sometimes think about my most precious childhood memories.

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

I remember as a child, my father would tell us stories of the Great War, the Great Toruk, how he and my mother have met. My father says it was “love at first sight” but my mother says different. I always admired their love story, I always thought it was romantic. The outsider and the chiefs daughter falling in a forbidden romance.

We used to play tag, fighting over toys, especially Lo’ak and Kiri, exploring the forest, fighting on who gets to hug dad or mom first when they come back from hunting. That life was full of laughter and so carefree. I was such a daddy’s girl, I looked up to my father like he was my hero, he taught me how shoot my first bow and arrow, how to hunt. I still remember how my first hunt went.

“That’s the one. Over there by the big rocks. There he is” father whispers lowly as he stands behind me. Helping me adjust my arm that held the bow and arrow.

I take a deep breathe in and breathe out steadily as I watch the fish swim before releasing the arrow. Remarkably hitting the fish with one shot.

“You got it! Yeah!” My father celebrated proudly as he claps his hands with giant smile on his face.

I love making my father proud, it made me feel complete.

I’m the oldest of 5 children. I’m first… then Neteyam… Kiri… Lo’ak… and lastly my baby sister Tuk, but she’s no baby no more, and there’s Spider. From what I’ve been told he’s an orphan, his parents were killed by the war. He was too young for cryo, so he was just stuck here. He’s been raised by the human’s at the lab.

I was a bit skeptical when I first met Spider, he was so tiny compared to us, weak. I started warming up to Spider when he would come around often. Lo’ak and Spider are attached to the hip. Being the oldest, I started seeing Spider as a little brother, my family.

As I was getting older, it was no secret that my mother despised Spider. She wasn’t being subtle about it. I heard my father calling Spider a stray cat once. I didn’t know what it meant until I asked Norm.

“It’s when a cat is abandoned and basically finds shelter elsewhere that isn’t it’s home. Most people don’t like stray cats”

It took me a while to understand it and when I did, I felt disgusted with both of my parents behavior towards Spider.

When I got older I asked my grandmother why does my mother hate Spider. That’s how I found out who is Spider’s father.

“You’re going to hate me too?”

“No”

“Why not?”

“Cause you’re my brother”

Spider thought I would hate him cause of who his father was, but I don’t see Spider as his father. Spider isn’t his father. Spider is a child Eywa.

Since then, I’ve been spending more time with Spider, my mother hated it, my father was worried. I’m protective of Spider, I promised myself I would lay my life for him, and I have the scars to prove it.

“Ow, stop pressing too hard” I yelp as my grandmother worked on my wounds on my shoulder and my upper chest with mixed herbs.

“Skxáwng” my grandmother cursed at me.

I was attacked by a Palulukan. I tagged along with Lo’ak and Spider on one of their adventures, to keep them out of trouble. We didn’t realize we came upon their territory. It wasn’t until one jumped at Spider, Lo’ak tried to defend him by shooting an arrow, but the Palulukan armor is too thick to make any real damage. I managed to push them out of the way, by doing that, it managed to claw at my shoulder and upper chest. Both of the boys were worried, I told them to run while I distracted it. Thankfully they did, and I managed to get away but not without a few wounds.

When I got home, both of my parents were worried, mostly my mother, my father was pissed. My mother blamed Spider and my father blames Lo’ak.

Once my grandmother was finished, she left and my mother came in, and that’s when the argument started. She accused Spider. I defended him.

“You could have been killed” my mother snaps.

“I had to protect my brothers”

“Spider is not your brother” my mother seethe. My head snap to glare at her.

“Kiri isn’t my sister by blood. But you took her in as your own. Why is Spider any different.” My mother hissed under her breath at the accusation.

“He is not one of us, he does not belong here. This is not his home.” My jaw clench, ears tipping back, outraged.

“Yes it is. He was born here. This is much as his home as it is ours. He is a child of Eywa.”

“Ma’daughter-“

“No! I’m tired of seeing how poorly you’ve treated Spider. How cold you are towards him. You always treated him with such distaste and unworthy just because of who his father is.”

“He is a demon”

“So is dad!” My mother froze.

“Or did you forget? We! Your children, has demon blood. Kiri’s mother is a demon.” My mother turned away not being able to look at me.

“Look at me!” I snarl. This is the first that I ever talked to my mother this way. I should feel guilty but I don’t, I’m finally letting out all of my lent up rage into her. I turned to leave, stopping short to glance at her over my shoulder.

“You disappoint me, mother” with that, I left.

My parents raised me to have strong beliefs, and stand up to what I believe in. I’m guessing they’re regretting it now.

Since that arguement with my mother, I started pulling away from them. My father tried talking to me but it felt forced. My relationship between my parents had gotten worse.

Since passing my Iknimaya and Uniltaron, my grandmother been teaching me the way of Eywa, to be the next Tsahik. I honestly thought it should’ve been Kiri, I knew she had a gift that I could never compare to, and there’s Tarsem, my father has chosen him to be my mate, to be the next Olo’eyktan. I hated being promised to someone I did not love. I found it unfair how I’m promised to someone when my mother and father mated for love.

I would avoid my training to spend my time with Spider, to get away from all the responsibilities that were forced upon me.

I trust Spider, he’s my brother, we confide our secrets, our feelings with each other. I told him how I felt insecure about my eyes, hands and figure.

Since growing up, I knew I was different but the way I look compared to the other female Na’vi. They are small, extenuating their lithe form, the agile body of Huntresses. I’m more on the curvier side, atleast that’s what the scientist from the lab tells me. I have wider hips and bigger breast than the woman from the clan. I felt insecure, a freak when I’m with the clan, but with Spider, I felt normal.

I was at my happiest when I am with Spider, including my other siblings, but they don’t understand me, not like how Spider understands me. But the thing about happiness? It can vanish in a heartbeat.

Everything was perfect, until they came, the sky people. They burned down our village. Many of our people died that day. my mother was hysterical, seeing everything in flames. I felt my heartbreak seeing nothing but fire, what broke my heart was seeing many of our people in tears, I could hear many of the animals cry in pain and fear.

When I made eye contact with my father, that’s when I knew. We were at war once again.

My father got harder on us, me, Neteyam, and Lo’ak. Specifically me, he yells at me about the oldest, I need to protect my younger siblings. He treated us like soldiers, he forgets that we’re his children.

I sometimes just want to go back to my childhood days and love a stress free life… some days I wish I could go back to my childhood. Not to change anything but to live it all over again.

The only thing that’s been keeping me sane is Spider. Despite what anyone says Spider is my brother, I love him like a brother and if shits gets down, I’ll go to war like he’s my brother.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/aninelover21-blog/731326408887042048/bound-to-you-masterlist

[rebel-at-heart713]

Some of my favorite quotes from “Percy Jackson and the Chalice of the Gods.

1. “Look, I didn't want to be a high school senior. I was hoping my dad could write me a note:

Dear Whoever,

Please excuse Percy Jackson from school forever and just give him the diploma.

Thanks, Poseidon”

Already starting off strong I see.

2. “ My second thought was: Why do the gods keep losing their magic items? It was like a job requitement for them:

1) become a god, 2) get a cool magic thing, 3) lose it,

4) ask a demigod to find it. Maybe they just enjoyed doing it, the way cats like knocking things off tables.”

Percy still has his snark I see.

3. “I am a guy of limited talents. If I can't kill it with water, a sword, or sarcasm, I am basically defenseles. I come preloaded with sarcasm. The pen-sword is always in my pocket. Now I had access to water, so I was as prepared as I could ever be.”

See even he knows his sarcasm is a weapon.

4. “A shiver ran across my shoulders. The last thing the world needed was boomers aging backward, like, We enjoyed monopolizing the planet so much the first time, we're going to do it again!”

Too true!!

5. “ "Do I get to say this is a terrible idea, too?" Grover asked.

"Just do your best," Annabeth said. "You're the fastest runner. You're also the only one who speaks Chicken."

"Technically Chicken isn't a distinct language," he said, "though many animal dialects sound just like Chicken…”

"Dude, just yell at them," I suggested "Do you any fowl insults?"

"This is a family amusement center!"

"Where they are trying to kill us for complaining

"Good point," Grover said. "I will insult the chickens” “

This chaotic conversation. Another for the unhinged moments like the Dam scene.

6. “I also didn't want to die, but at least if I got killed down here, Annabeth would feel really bad about pushing me. Then I could tease her about it forever.

Except I'd be dead. Never mind.”

Love that.

7. “—and also how the kite had gotten zapped by lightning (in the middle of a sunny day) as soon as it was airborne. Even back then, before I knew I was a demigod, Zeus had been watching me. Because that's what you do when you're the king of the gods. You spend your valuable time being as petty as possible, frying forbidden kids' kites out of the sky for fun.”

Of course Zeus is a petty bitch.

8. “I remembered learning about some Norse wolf named Garm, but I wasn't the Mighty Thor, so I didn't want to cross that particular Rainbow Bridge. I had enough to worry about on the Greek side.”

The nice little nod to the Magnus Chase series before he knows it’s a thing.

I added these to my notes as I read this when it came out. I wanted to give some time before posting it. I’ll still mark spoilers even though I don’t think these give much away.

[sunofpandora]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

   ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩⋆⭒˚｡⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊  *ੈ✩‧₊｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ｡𖦹 ⋆｡

  ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

  ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

  ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Angel

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 

𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 🏹🤍

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

About The Writer

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ currently writing for avatar and atwow

┊ ┊ ┊ ✯   Sol/18/Virgo/NYC

┊ ┊ ✯ art and film student

┊ ✯ Zuni, Apache, and Afro Latina

✯ mixed-native and supporting ICWA.

I’m currently living in the US but I’ve kinda lived all over.

The last place I lived was New Zealand, and I travel a lot with my partner who studies cultural architecture. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚Fun facts about me!

☆ My real name is Solana. Soleil and Sol are both nicknames.

☆ I have two cats, one named Dolore, and another named Trudy (after the avatar 2009 character), and one Havanese dog named Lilo.

☆ I speak French, Spanish, and English.

☆ I study art and film, specifically story structure and cinematography. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

✮I write for any gender x any gender reader inserts.

☽ y/n will most likely be poc coded.

R U L E S     A N D    D E T A I  L S

Favorite tropes: (I’m not urging anyone to suggest these. I just love writing them)

FORBIDDEN ROMANCE! ( will die on this hill)

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

“Oh fuck. Oh no I love them” type shii

More to come soon.

General rules:

Nsfw is aloud but nothing crazy. (By that I’m not calling any of anyone’s kinks “crazy” what I mean like super, super intense bdsm, knife play, gun play, blood kinks, incest, stepcest, (let’s just say anything ending in ‘cest’ is a no.) and everything MUST be consensual.)

I’m a bit hesitant about writing human x na’vi nsfw and I probably won’t write human reader x na’vi fluff. It’s just I have a hard time visually imagining a human and a na’vi having sex without an avatar body. I am not against the idea in any way, but the general concept does throw me off a bit (I always imagine some type of detrimental injury occurring bc we are so smol compared to na’vi)

In all, I’m not the biggest fan of writing for a human reader, and will probably turn down requests for a human x Na’vi fic.

I will however, absolutely write for avatar reader x na’vi character of any sort! Or even a half-human half na’vi reader or some kind of biracial na’vi? (I’ve seen that concept a few times in the fandom an it’s honestly so much fun)

I do allow things like comfort for self harm, abuse, traumatic experiences, racism, etc. but these things will never be romanticized.

Y/n won’t have a name. Sorry, I just don’t see the point in x reader if the reader has a name. I will always refer to them as Y/n.

I write for a female reader for the most part but please, if you want any other pronouns please let me know in your request.

Y/n will always be of any size! That includes plus size or on the skinnier size. If you would like me to specify that in your request let me know.

I do age up my characters. If you don’t like it you can head out.

T H E      H  E A V E N S

Details:

       Each character has their own sky object or natural phenomenon.

Works and fics are found underneath the collages.

(important! 

This master list is not fisnined yet. Not all characters have an image yet.)

          Ａｖａｔａｒ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ Ｗｏｒｋｓ

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Kiri Sully-

“And Kiri, a mysterious creation. Who’s heart beats with the rhythm of eywa’s pulse. Who’s eyes longed for otherness.

Things that grew beyond the edge of her grasp. Beautifully out of place.”

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object: crepuscular rays, Neptune 🌀

Works:

None, currently.

Lo’ak Sully

“Lo’ak was an anarchist of his own recklessness. His gaze grazed with fire unapologetically unable to sit still. 

Sometimes the smoke and ash become a haze of intangible adrenaline. preservations for one’s safety wither away under the charred sky.”

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object:

Mars

Rainstorms

Works:

None currently.

Neteyam sully

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object:

Golden hour

Sun rays 

Works:

Diphanous part 1

Diphanous part 2

Virago Series:

Chapter 1. Day the sky turned red

Chapter 2. The son sun made out of stone.

Chapter 3 trilogy (Virago):

(Chapter 3 of virago was too long so it’s split into these 3 parts.)

1. Cupid wears a blindfold

2. Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.

3. Surrender to his saubade, he has set his soul and sin ablaze (to be yours)

More characters coming soon!

[rpreaperperson]

Chapter 7: The cartel hide out

Warning : Long a** chapter about 1036, other than that none

MasterList

Ghost tapping his boots arm crossing on his chest, a frown plastered on his face even though he wearing a mask the others could tell that he was annoyed 

“Patient LT..” told Soap beside him who adjusting his rifle

 “Don't let Claw get cranky with you again Ghost, or I'll really gonna steal ‘er from you” a smug smirk planted on Graves's face

 “That’s a good idea, Oye Hermano! Make her angry with you again!” Alejandro perk at the idea

 ‘Heh...with that I will steal her away from 141’ a dirty plan formed in Alejandro's head

 “Colonel..” Rudy stares at Alejandro deadpan, The Colonel flinches at his second Commander as he slumps in defeat

 “...I mean.. don't want any trouble between you two..” Rudy nodded crossing his arm on his chest, staring intimidate at Alejandro 

 Then the Hybrid dramaticly comes... she wearing a civilian clothes of course she hid her ears in a hat along with her fluffy tails said that she got an intel of the cartel hide out and so is the El Sin Nombre ,God who knows where did she find out.., she panting after that running and so is her hair her peach sundress disheveled

“So...sorry! t-to kept you waiting...Mas..ter!..Haa..haa..I...I know where it is!”

“Whoa whoa Gatita calm down..here have some drink first” Alejandro handed her...a bottle of chocolate milk, as she gulp it greedily Ghost and Soap raised their eyebrows

“ya sure it's okay to give her chocolate milk?” Graves ask Alejandro skeptically, considering that cat is forbidden to eat or drink chocolate

“Ay hermano she’s a half human remember?” Rudy crossing his arm smirk at Graves

“Ah..yeah fair enough” Graves amused at the thought

“Beside its her favorite~..” Alejandro scratched under her neck after she’s done drinking her milk

‘How the F***  he knows that?!’ Ghost and Soap gaze at Alejandro in disbelief, they the one who know Claw longer than him

‘How the hell Alejandro get all chummy with Claw?!’ Soap pout getting the jealousy heat

Ghost cleared his throat approaching Claw

“You’re late..soilder”

“Ah! Master Ghost!”

“did you find it?”

“Yep~! Along with the El Sin Nombre, they told me that some people always calling El Sin Nombre name inside there and some um..bald man there said ‘Mándalo a El Sin Nombre’ and send people inside, ‘t was yesterday my intel heard it ” Claw explain to them

“Look likes that the place” Soap glance at Ghost who deep in thought as Alejandro does

“but um..well..” she’s a little bit hesistant fidgeting her sharp nails

“What it is Claw?” Ask Graves urge her to spill whatever information Claw has

“..its umm the cartel liutenant..and all of the VIP will come there” They look at each other absorbing the information, Claw's heart beating fast she has cold sweat not because after running but awaiting their reactions to this

After all she hasn’t yet shown them one of her most special skill...

“Claw..show us the place” Ghost command her, then she beamed as her tail and her ears popped out making the hat fell down

“Y-Yes Master!”

But one thing that on their mind is....where did Claw get the intel from?

.

 And then they’re gear up so is Claw who changed back from her civilian clothes, she direct them to the place and went spying on the Place

“La Casa de Sin Nombre..” Soap observe the Villa with telescope

“Um El Sin Nombre Lugartenientes its his”

“Good girl, you learning” Alejandro praise Claw rubbing between her ears, she lean into his gloved hand purring in delight

“Got any idea what the meeting about Claw?” Ask Ghost, then Claw point her finger at each of them still purring on Alejandro hands

“Las Almas is burning, and they want to know who lit the fire” Alejandro smirk

“You sure Sin Nombre will be there?” Claw nod at Ghost

“100%!”

“I got enough Shadow here to take over the whole damn country” suggest Graves, and Claw raised her eyebrows at his statement

“I prefer if you didnt” Alejandro dissagree

Claw detach herself from Alejandro as they discuss about the plan, she observe the villa with telescope

‘hm..maybe if I sneak in with my second form...’ Her ears twitching at the conversation

“Get one of us inside find the boss” Graves folding up his hands

“roll him up”

Tails swirling she volunteer herself to get inside the Villa

“I’ll do it!”

“I’ll do it”

Claw snap her head at Soap ,as he at her

And in that moment all of them became protective

“Na’ah Claw too risky” Graves crossing his arms eyes narrow at her

“Gatita...you go in there they’ll gonna kill you”

“Being a Hybrid making it more worse if they caught you Claw, they could use you”

“B-But Im gonna sneak in just fine, dont worry! And beside...I dont want to saw Master Soap get killed there...”

“Oh...Bonnie..I appreciate your worries, but Ghost right...if they caught you...its all over”

Claw pouting

“I...may’ve not yet tell you guys all of myself...but please!...trust me..I’ll sneak in and look for Sin Nombre..”

They look each other considering her words

“And how did you plan to sneak in there?Kitten? Its heavily guard..the only get in there is be the intel they want” Graves put his hand on his hip, Claw seemed a little conflicted at first

“....Could you guys give me some space?...the smoke is always make human cough”

They look confused but do what she told anyway, after that Claw close her eyes take a deep breath and letting it out slowly

Suddenly a puff of smoke coming out from her, making the other closed their eyes and nose

“C-Claw?!” Soap He swayed his hand around trying to get the smoke out of his sight

“What the...?” Ghost mutter squinting his eye, when the smoke gone....and so is Claw...Leaving only her clothes and gear on the floor

“The hell?” Graves approached Claw's shirt

Then the bump inside her clothes moved, the creature inside it getting out from it

Alejandro making an exicted gasp hands covering his mouth, his eyes glimering

“You...gotta be kiddin’ me” Soap huff in amused

“Mroww~” a fluffy creature , its blue wide eyes glowed in the dark , its fluffy tails swishing around

And so...Claw the cat Hybrid became a real CAT     

Taglist:  @lilpothoscuttings @kaoyamamegami                                

[rodeo-clowns]

Hi! I’m so happy your writing for Sarah Sanderson! Do you think you can write a thing about Sarah falling in love with the female reader… who’s apart of Becca’s friend group? Thank you!! :)

She's My Witch

Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader

A/N: Ty for requesting this, I hope it was to your satisfaction! I had to age up the character to 20 bc Becca and her friends are all 16 and I don’t think Sarah Sanderson should see 16-year-olds romantically even if she's from the 1600s. Sorry if this seems to drag on and if some things are exact to what happened, wrote this on my lunch break and I have a bad memory.  Also sorry this took so long my computer stopped working for a bit.

Word Count: This is 993 words, my biggest fanfic yet!

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of smut but nothing actually happens in the text, unproofread writing.

It was Halloween again, your favorite time of year. Not just because it was one of your best friend's birthdays, but because it meant that you could dress as spookily as you wanted and no one could say a thing, especially since you lived in Salem, Massachusetts. At this very moment, you were in Olde Salem Magic Shoppe looking for new crystals to buy when Becca and Izzy came into the shop. 

“Hey, guys!” You shouted, walking over to hug the birthday girl. You gave her a tight squeeze but noticed that she had a sad look on her face. “Oh no,” you said, turning to Izzy, “is she still upset over Cassie’s party?” Izzy looked at you with a look that said “duh!”

“We both are,” she sighed. 

“And so should you!” Becca said. You sighed, bringing them both in for a tight side hug. 

“Listen, guys…These kinds of things just happen, just wait until the party is over and she’ll realize that it was pointless to spend Halloween without you two.” You said, attempting to reassure them. That just made them look even more depressed. You sighed, “listen, I have to go feed my cats but I’ll be sure to stop by the woods just in time for our little yearly ritual!” That made them seem happy, knowing that you were still there for them. 

~That same night - the forbidden forest ~

You, Becca, and Izzy were sat in a triangle around a black candle. The full moon was out and you were starting to feel weirded out by the woods. You watch Becca light the candle and together, the three of you recite your usual birthday ritual. Once it's done you zone out, trying to not feel creeped out by being in the woods at night. You can hear Becca and Izzy bickering, something about the candle not blowing out. 

“Excuse me?” You say, “what do you mean the candle’s not blowing out just pour water on it!” Becca follows your instruction, pouring water on the unusual candle before it lights back up, leaving the three of you afraid. You blow it out quickly and begin packing up. The three of you walk a decent few steps before you hear beautiful singing. You start to run and before you know it, you run into three women. Becca and Izzy scream, but you stay mesmerized by the beautiful blonde woman on the left. Suddenly, you realize just who the three of you have run into.

“Holy shit!” You say. “It’s the Sanderson Sisters!

“Yeah, we gathered that!” Yelled Becca, slowly backing away, taking her hand in yours before sprinting away. You didn't make it very far before the sisters showed up in front of the three of you again. Already, they deduced that Becca and Izzy were teens, dismissing you. Well, not all of them dismissed you. The pretty blonde woman kept making eyes at you and even if she was kinda threatening to eat literal children's souls at the moment, you couldn't stop making them back.

You followed the girls as they lead the witches to the local Walgreens, tricking them into believing that skincare products were potions, watching as they gobbled them up. Eventually, they discovered that the three of you were lying and began chasing you around the Walgreens. You managed to escape without any of them noticing when suddenly a beautiful voice whispered in your ear, “where do you think you’re going?” You jumped. It was the blonde Sanderson sister! You recognized her as Sarah from all of your history lessons. 

“Uhh…Nowhere?” You said. She looked at you with a face of disbelief. You sighed.

“Look, please, just… don’t…harm my friends, I just wanna go home.” You said honestly. She looked at you with a teasing look. 

“I don't want your friends,” she said with a breathy tone, leaning in to whisper in your ear again “I want you.” She said, pulling back, smiling at you with a toothy grin. 

“M-Me?” You gasped. “Why?” You questioned. 

“You’re so beautiful why wouldn’t I want you?” She said like it was obvious. You blushed. 

“Wow uhh..Okay then,” you said, grabbing her hand. “You can come with me back to my place.” She seemed elated at that answer. 

“Oh we are going to have so so much fun!” she squealed, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed back, the two of you entering a make-out session in the middle of the street. When you finally needed some air, you pulled back, smiling at her. 

“Come on.” You said. 

~The next morning~

You and Sarah spent the night together and falling absolutely in love with one another. At the end of the night, you ended up sleeping with each other, the two of you delighting in the bliss of being so close to someone so close to your heart. When you awoke the next day, she was gone. You got up sad and walked to Gilbert’s shop to start your shift. When you reached the door, it was unlocked. You shrugged and walked in to find Gilbert, Becca, Cassie, her boyfriend, and Izzy together standing there looking at you with expressions that read “What the actual fuck!” Confused, you shut the door behind you. “What?” You said, concerned that no one was speaking. Gilbert began to talk but Becca swiftly interrupted him. 

“Could you explain why when we did a summoning spell to bring Sarah Sanderson to the woods she arrived NAKED WHILE HOLDING HER CLOTHES TO HERSELF!?” she yelled. Your eyes widened comically. 

“I-I can explain I-” you stuttered, trying to think of a reasonable explanation when Gilbert began laughing, which prompted you to laugh as well. The girls looked horrified but you couldn't stop thinking of the beautiful blonde woman you spent the night with while crying laughing. You would never really forget her, even if you knew she was gone for good, your beautiful Sarah Sanderson. 

[sillspore]

im in my warrior cats era BUT BUT BUT !!!

i have some Ideas for kitty cat holidays bc i saw multiple people post abt how holidays would just Help with tension and also??? holidays and traditions are just my FAVORITE part of worldbuilding like theyre so cool an interesting and ajgsjdhfkfbdkfmgng

so first i definitely want a daylight gathering time kitty olympics, yearly on the summer solstice >:)

daylight gathering just makes SO MUCH SENSE, and definitely would help as an outlet for all the clan brand nationalism and violent urges

as motive to compete/to give the winner a reward i’d prob say like three days rest :33 here you go winner kitty sleep in for three days no work for you yes eat all the food you want

making it on the summer solstice is just bc i love solstice holidays + it’s the longest day of the year, more time to compete duh!!!

next, to parallel, something on the winter solstice for sure. maybe like every cat is forbidden from sleeping — on the longest night of the year, starclan honors them by staying visible for so long, the clans must honor them im return by honoring and celebrating them where they can see!

so feasts, kitty dancing, praying, cats burying prey to offer to starclan, and the next day is a day of rest :) every tired cat sleeps all day and no one works, eating from the feast’s leftovers

i think after a cat dies, each clan should have a specific way of putting them to rest. in general, the elders and family bury them, yes, but MORE. maybe after a cat dies, their family and closest companions are given seven days away from work to honor the dead cat and do the rituals to make sure the dead cat can make their way to starclan — perhaps the explanation for ghosts that uuuhhh the fuckin tree guy (i have no read recent arcs leave me Alone) can see is because no one did their rites :( so they couldnt find starclan/the afterlife

riverclan’s definitely has to do with water, perhaps covering the cat with willow or long flowing herbs before burial, and taking one whisker and herb before covering the cat up. these could be tied together, put in the river, and followed by family on the bank until the herb is past riverclan territory. or maybe riverclan don’t bury their dead at all, but float them into the river, and follow THAT until it’s passed territory, something like that idk

i think thunderclan would include rites of planting flowers and herbs representing the dead cat above their resting place, so that their body becomes one with the forest and their spirit can go to starclan :)

shadowclan, windclan, and skyclan are left with nothing bc i have no ideas :(

BRING BACK APPRENTICES VISITING THE MOONSTONE/POOL !!!! it was so interesting and a neat cultural thing for the battle cats :(

i understand it was boring to write about but ughhhhhh cmoonnnnn it was coooooool

maybe after the dark forest Fiasco, there’s a holiday of remembrance for the dead / the cats who fought and protected the clans from Certain Doom

idea: mothers don’t name their kits until they’re a moon old, bc its bad if they’re named and die young. currently workshopping but what if named kits who die are forced to go to starclan and stay eternally as a kit, but unnamed kits have no identity so they can “recycle” like kinda try again and be born again to a new queen and have a new chance at life??? anyway not being named until 1 moon helps ensure that a name will not be wasted and lets parents know their kits personalities and traits before naming so names can realistically reflect a cat’s character instead of JUST appearance

aaaaa okay that’s all for now but maybe more will come !

[jamesisasimp]

Any fic recs? :) Barry, Evan, Wolfstar, jegulus! I’m DESPERATE! 🫶

Oooo okay, I have a few! I'm not super well versed, but these are some that come to mind!

quite like us: alarainai

[18:12] Seriously, wrong number. Don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers.

[18:13] Padfoot, this rejection hurts.

[18:16] What’s a Padfoot?

[18:17] Wait, is this actually not Padfoot?

[18:19] I don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a Padfoot.

Basically this is a wrong number fic, jegulus, background wolfstar, Barty's in this one too and he's the best friend ever! 16 chapters, light angst in the middle, and a happy ending! All around this easy such a fun, enjoyable read, I couldn't stop thinking about it

Baila Morena: officialmarseliphas

James was an arrogant prick. His annoying brother’s annoying best friend. But there he was, dancing and singing and drinking like he was ever allowed to be so beautiful. Regulus understood then that James was like the sun--hot, excruciatingly distant, and blinding. And Regulus needed both.

OR

Drunk James is a little more Gryffindor than Sober James. But even Sober James is obsessed with Regulus Black.

So this is a lil oneshot with a drool-worthy Hispanic James that Regulus does indeed drool over, so I speak the truth. Highly reccomend, though fair warning, James may (will) make you blush (+ supportive slytherin skittles)

forbidden fruit: moonystarx (girl__almighty)

part one of eight: all mouth, no trousers

James shoved him back, just slightly, and gritted his teeth, keeping his fists clenched at his side.

“Regulus, I said shut the fuck up!” Regulus just kept taunting him, teasing a smile onto his lips. James raked his eyes over his white teeth and pouty pink lips and his stomach flipped. The thought crossed his mind that Regulus would be nice to kiss, what with his girly lips and all, at the same time he thought about purpling the pale skin around his eyes. 

“What, are you going to make me?” Suddenly, James’ mind was made up.

If Regulus wanted to play, he’d play. 

This is a series with eight parts (the second one is my personal favorite), it takes place during Hogwarts years in which Regulus is appointed James' potions tutor so he can go to Slughorn's party and impress Lily. It starts out with a lot of smut (*THIS IS A SMUTTY SERIES*), but it actually gains a lot of emotional and romantic substance

Drugs and surgical scrubs: anauro

James was fairly certain nothing could ever come close to heroin, absolutely nothing, but Regulus Black wasn’t far off.

Medical AU fic set in modern London, where Regulus is a doctor and Marauders are drug addicts. Rated mature for addiction (including implied underage use and overdoses) and mental health illness themes. Chapters 20+ contain smut. All characters are adults.

Eventual James/Regulus, where it is James that needs saving.

This. THIS. I don't even have the words to describe how amazing THIS is to you. And no, it's not finished yet, but it doesn't NEED to be finished, because it is stunning. It's primary ship is jegulus and it's done perfectly, but there's some horny background wolfstar and technically background rosekiller... but if you want rosekiller I recommend:

Curiosity killed the cat (what Evan and Barty did that night): anauro

As his best friend of eight years, Barty knows exactly how to heal Evan’s broken heart.

This is meant to be read after ch18 of Drugs and surgical scrubs and is the accompanying piece, explaining what Evan and Barty did whilst James and Regulus played boardgames.

Having said that, it will also work as pwp if all you’re looking for is some smut!

As the summary implies, this rosekiller oneshot goes along what the previous fic, but it can be read on it's own too! It's smut. Very hot smut. Might wanna turn on a fan before reading this one 😘

I Stayed There: stoned_regulus

“I can’t lose you again.” & “Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” + Rosekiller

It’s like he’s been transported back in time to that place he tends to haunt when he’s left alone with nothing but his thoughts. When Evan told Barty he’d found someone. When he told Barty he was happy. When Evan left him there in that restaurant. When Barty realized he’d been living in a fantasy of his own design thinking the boy he’d loved, loved him back.

I went on such a journey to re-find this, but I remembered it so fondly that I knew I had to. This is another rosekiller oneshot with some past love-lost angst, but they meet again at a party! I know there's background jegulus and maybe some other ships that I can't remember right now... but still worth a read!

Happy Christmas to you too: MoonageMiles

Barty comes home to his flat, and Evan stayed awake waiting for him

You guessed it ANOTHER rosekiller oneshot. This one is set during the war, after Regulus's death, on Christmas, and Evan and Barty are just trying to hold onto each other on the dark side. It's short and sweet (nevermind the fighting in the beginning, don't look at that, shhh) and I loved it

❤

I know I didn't add any main ship wolfstar fics to this list, I just don't really read them unfortunately. I think I have my perfect view of them in my head, you know? But I think some of my favorite portrayals of them, again, in the background (of jegulus primary fics) that I haven't already mentioned are these:

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive): euphorial_docx

when you were mine: sequinhaze

And then also, just for fun, I'm adding some fics I've never read before but that I found while getting all the info for this list. They looked interesting to me, so they might interest you!

in the end, it's the beginning: zeromancies

Regulus has never been addicted to something. Not really. But then again, he’s so far deep in the rabbit hole of addiction. Being addicted to James Potter was absolutely exhilarating and it’s the rush of adrenaline Regulus gets every time he ghosts his fingers over James’ skin that keeps him craving more.

Regulus is invited to go to Sirius' eighteenth birthday holiday in Tenerife - with his group of friends, and one James Potter to permanently alter his perception of almost everything.

How To Not Die Young: Sock_Meister_png

"Remus finds himself with his legs dangling over the edge of the small bridge at the end of the street. He looks down and for a second, he's anyone but himself."

"Regulus lets the waves pour over his knees, he allows the water do as it will with him. He allows himself to close his eyes and simply exist. He wonders if this is what freedom feels like."

"Barty lies down on the other side of the river. He desperately grabs onto the grass on either side of him. As if mother earth would take more pity on him than that is capable of his own mother."

or, a wolfstar, jegulus/sunseeker, and rosekiller au feat. highschool drama, plants, licorice, and bands

[charmstwit]

As Emma Roberts would say, 'Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!' but it's Sunday evening here and I'd like to use this last chance and ask some questions from your list that (I think) haven't been asked yet about my favourite brotherfuckers.

For Sirius: 5, 15, 17

For both of them: 8, 9, 11, 18, 19

I enjoyed this Stay With Me 1k kudos Fest immensely. You're the best authors and you spoil your readers so much. Thank you so much!!

Thank YOU for all of your asks! We had so much fun getting into these characters a bit more, an you had such interesting, thoughtful asks!

Now, for the answers:

5. Sirius would try many, many muggle jobs, and we’ll even see him do some! He loves working with his hands and being active, but he also has a huge heart. Left to his own devices, Sirius would end up running a pet rescue. He’d start with just dogs, but he’d never be able to turn anybody away, so it would quickly grow to horses, goats, pigs, cats, and the odd cow.

15. Walburga made sure that Sirius was well versed in the Hogwarts curriculum before he stepped foot in the school, but he still struggles with potions. They don’t turn out how he wants them to. Regulus helped with quite a few of his potions during their younger years to make sure Walburga and Orion didn’t get any lettersh ome.

17. Sirius’s biggest fear is being abandoned and abandoning the people he loves. Love has been such a risk for him, and he just can’t quite bring himself to believe that it will stick around.

8. Sirius’s favorite food is bangers n mash, a food that is absolutely forbidden in Grimmauld Place. Regulus’s favorite food is cinnamon rolls. There’s no reason for that.

9. When Sirius isn’t on-screen, he’s making out with James. When Regulus isn’t on-screen, he’s making out with Kingsley. If James and Kingsley aren’t available, they’re making out with each other.

11. Sirius and Regulus were both very quiet as children, as a necessity. Regulus was quieter, and often learned from Sirius’s mistakes. Sirius was more likely to defy Walburga, or make a mistake, and get in trouble.

18. Sirius’s nervous habit is yelling. When he gets nervous, he goes on the defensive, ready to be hurt. Regulus just shuts down, withdrawing from the situation. On a less traumatic note, both of them are liable to fidget, although Regulus is better at concealing it than Sirius.

19. Sirius is so good at all of his classes that it’s hard to pick a “best.” However, he would say he is excellent at Runes. He can identify them and translate them very easily. Regulus could ace History of Magic in his sleep. Both boys are wonderful at astronomy.

[nextstopwonderland]

Masterlist of Bryan Danielson content I've posted Part 1

BCC/Bryanmox related content & links to other masterlists

Graphics/collages

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Video clips

Bryan Danielson puts over Orange Cassidy during the Forbidden Door II press conference

“Is that real leather?”

“I don’t put myself in high energy situations because I don’t enjoy necessarily frenetic energy” - Bryan Danielson on the outlet wrestling provides

Daniel Bryan calls out Raw for not showcasing women

Bryan Danielson doing a promo in a makeshift crop top while stroking his “sexy beard”

Bryan on Eddie Kingston

Best moments on Rampage compilation by TNT

AWS promo - April 30, 2005

“FICKLE! They’re FICKLE”

A wild Bryan Danielson appears at Starrcast

Bryan puts over Ricky Starks at the All Out 2023 media scrum

Full match: Bryan/ZSJ round 1

“Who’s overrated now??”

Bryan sells his ass (no, he really does)

“Let’s talk about the illusion of free will”

Bryan and Paul London dolphin pod promo

Bryan + Henry’s Gym

Bryan and Brie

Bryan + Blue Panther (includes screenshots)

“I am going to break your arm. I am going to break your right arm and you’ll never be able to do the rainmaker again.”

“I haven’t done a cartwheel in a long time”

“I’m not what?”

Bryan’s commentary promo vs Eddie

Bryan’s pre-match promo vs Eddie

Bryan’s post-match promo vs Eddie

“Oh, I’m on!!”

“I just wanted to subdue him a little”

“My wife and I joke we could turn it into a gimmick”

“That makes me feel alive”

“Put your cameras down, wink wink”

“I can feel the end coming”

“My brain is so focused on wrestling”

“So at what point am I deceiving myself?”

“Im beat up, but happy”

Dragon grr’s, but is merely adorable

WK slow-mo vid

Daniel Bryan + Muppets

Bryan addresses Eddie

Random ROH WRD clip

Bryan is superstitious of a cat

Bryan on his history with Eddie

“I should have given him my respect a long time ago” - Bryan and Eddie, post-revolution

“Because I know what I’m willing to do.”

“Blue Panther has been my favorite luchador since I was 15”

Bryan gets his hair braided in Arena Mexico

“You said you wanted to introduce me to proper Lucha libre.”

Wrestling to me has never been about proving I’m better than anyone else.”

Bryan returns to Mexico City

“My heaven will be standing in a wrestling ring bleeding in front of all of you”

“A BANGER!”

Video compilations/edits

Bryan Danielson sings boy bands

HEY (EW) supercut

Bryan I don’t like frenetic energy Danielson being unhinged

Ring of honor compilation

Bryan’s got legs and he knows how to use ‘em (fanvid set to legs by ZZ Top)

Supercut of Bryan/ZSJ round 2

Wrestling road diaries supercut

“I may suck. I am opening to sucking” - 4 min and 33 seconds of why we should be thankful for Bryan Danielson’s existence

“He's trying to shake my hand, but we're not friends” - Bryan and Eddie in roh (plus some Nigel in the background)

Bryan + Will + doctors post-dynasty

The I have till 5 edits

Bryan has till 5 (a fanvid/fancam set to he’s a rebel & also a scaled down edit)

Bryan and his opponents still have till 5

Bryan and even more of his opponents have till 5

Audio clips

Robin Tran thanks Bryan Danielson for inspiring her to come out as transgender

Part 2

[juliasnrubs]

How to write characters (fun)

Creating characters is one of my favorite parts of writing. From naming them to figuring the dynamics between them and other characters, it feels like getting to know a real person.

Naming characters. I could go on an on about this, but I’ll keep it short. Some things to keep in mind are: a characters ethnicity or background (John vs Juan vs Hanna); meaning, either symbolically (Ash, Grace, ect.) or linguistically (Alison= “noble” in German, “the tooth” in Arabic). Sometimes the name itself can give you an idea for a character— I see the name Raven and I get a teenage girl with long hair and eyeliner, possibly an assassin. I see the name Doris and I think of a receptionist at a dentist’s office with short curly hair and a mug with a cat on it. I see the name Grant and I think of a love interest in some sort of dark-academia boarding-school mystery kind of setting.

Character playlists. I don’t care what anyone says, character playlists ARE writing. What songs remind you of your character? What songs fit their vibe? What would they sing in the car? What song describes their relationship with their s/o, sibling, best friend? There’s a Taylor Swift song for every relationship. (Forbidden love? Getaway Car. Friends to lovers? It’s Nice To Have A Friend. Falling out of love? tolerate it. Abandonment issues? All You Had To Do Was Stay. I COULD GO ON). One Direction has a lot of good relationship songs, but at the end of the day, it’s your playlist. Do what feels right!

Pinterest. There are so many cool character ideas/designs/concepts on Pinterest. I’m more of a visual learner, so it’s helpful for me to actually see people and create a whole character that way. The visual range of the subject in the drawing/photo as well as the range of content creators helps so much in keeping my characters diverse in personality, ethnicity, age, body type, hair type as well as cool ideas for scars, outfits, weapons, hobbies, ect. The possibilities are endless.

MBTI personality types. Most people (myself included) don’t know enough about the personality types to be able to pull types out of the air when creating characters, but once you get to know our character, looking up the MBTI types can be helpful, especially when it comes to the strengths and weaknesses of each type. I either make my best guess per character and read through a couple different types for ideas, take the MBTI test as if I were that character, or, if I’ve based my character (i.e. Calida) off a person I know (i.e. my best friend), find out what personality type that person is (ESTP).

I also have a running list of people’s personality types on my phone, which helps when guessing characters personality types or creating a character based off an MBTI type (i.e. I want an ENFJ character. Who do I know who’s an ENFJ? Can I base a character off them? What would they do in x situation?)

Memes. Incorrect quotes, “_____ characters as Vines,” “_____ characters as TikToks,” alignment charts (chaotic good, lawful evil, ect.), that one triangle of “pulls into McDonalds while children cheer, orders a single black coffee and leaves,” or just a plain old meme, it’s a great and fun way to get to know your characters in a more informal setting and learning how they interact with each other and fit into their friend group. Sense of humor? Mom friend? Snarky or deadpan? Accident prone? These aren’t the kind of things you discover about your characters right away. It only works after you’ve spent time with them, and when writing seems too overwhelming or cumbersome, memes are the way to go.

The better you know your characters, the better you know how they’ll interact with other characters. Which leads us to…

Creating dynamics. Dynamics are all about relationships. Sibling dynamics, for example, can range from Gamora and Nebula (Guardians of the Galaxy) to Luke and Leia (Star Wars) to found family, like Kaz and Jesper (Six of Crows). Sticking to the siblings theme, clichés can be a jumping-off point— because if you truly make them your own, they’re not clichés anymore, they’re people. Overprotective, popular teenage brother and their younger sister? It’s a Wattpad classic because that’s an actual situation. A multitude of sisters and one younger brother? I’ve lived that. A messy sibling and a neat one sharing a room? I’ve lived that. There are an endless combination of people, and no two relationships are the same. As long as you take the time to do it right, there’s no way it can be cliché.

Write everything down. Whenever I can, I try to save lists of characters people wish they could see more in books. Whenever I get a character idea or an idea for a character dynamic, I write it down, even if I have no idea what to do with it later. Here’s some examples straight from my Notes app (feel free to use these to to add to them):

Two sisters with Reputation/Lover personalities, respectively. (For those who don’t know, Reputation and Lover are two Taylor Swift albums with completely opposite vibes). One is intensely scary on the outside but really wants love and security and to protect those she cares about and pretends not to care about what people think of her (Reputation). The other is bubbly and happy and friendly on the outside but will mess you upppp with zero hesitation or regret, low-key sociopathic (Lover, with a twist).

Hot jock sword girl (broadsword, or possibly a mace) (Think Jane Foster Thor) with her nerdy short cartographer boyfriend who wears glasses and gets flustered easily and can barely lift her weapon

Viking-esque (pirate?) sword/axe girl with bleach-blonde curls

Older sibling who is shorter than their younger sibling (and mad about it)

“Every firstborn daughter is the girl version of their dad.”

Upper-class character who is secretly poor but doing everything they can to hide it and keep their family out of relative poverty

Princess/gardener romance. He leaves her roses on her window but she has no idea it’s from him. He’s pretty faded into the background (a wallflower, pun intended) so she’ll just be talking to her friend trying to figure out who it is and not even noticing him but he hears every word but is too shy to say anything. Maybe she’s kind of snooty in the beginning, but changes by the end? Bonus points if he ends up saving her life. OOH what if he saves her life somehow, she’s kind of snooty and pretentious and mean to him and he loses feelings but they’re stuck together, they go on some kind of adventure, she gets humbled along the way, she finds out he was her secret admirer and falls for him, he’s going to give up on her but then she does something that shows her character tear development (parallel to the beginning of the book, but she makes a different choice?), he falls for her again and they live happily ever after, secret admirer to enemies to lovers 50K words BOOM.

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more art museum posting, this time from tokyo. as always this is just my personal diary/blog of art thoughts lol. im no art expert in any way ever

this time: the museum of contemporary art tokyo

splitting this into two bits, the rotating exhibit and the main exhibit. overall really enjoyed the exhibit, tho i don’t think it beats tower of babel it still had enough slightly unsettling stuff for me to enjoy it.

Yasuko Toyoshima

overall: enjoyed this exhibit, i think the pieces i liked most were the ones that were slightly off in an uncanny valley way. a lot of her pieces were clean in presentation, sometimes almost cute about it, but with just enough going wrong with it to ring some alarm bell in my brain

for an example here, she had a full set of pencil cases where the pencils were sharpened from the inside out— so at first blush it was like looking two pencils in the case, but actually looking at it longer you realized that’s not quite it. a lot of the pieces were like that— simple and ordinary until you noticed what was wrong

i think my favorite was a collection of carved wood pieces, carving out one strand of wood at a time until several boards were covered in these tiny, curled shavings. there’s both like, precision to actually getting the shavings to curl but not fall off, and just. the type of emotion you’d put into doing a meaningless, repeated action over and over and over again. destroying something by carving into it again and again. “emotions clawing at something” vibes.

Main Exhibit

The Kanto Earthquake exhibit had a really strong presentation— the rough sketches of devastation, the very detailed extremely large sketches of post war life, ending on a quaint sketch of a cat under an umbrella. i don’t think I’ve seen an art exhibit with such an emphasis on sketches like this, and i really enjoyed the like. absolute focus of representation of real, human life here— i get burnt out by seeing a lot of detailed paintings that don’t really focus on the humanity of a city/location, but the sketch collection really used every line toward that.

Fukuda Naoyo’s embroidered books were incredible to see. maybe im just an embroidery fan, but the contrast of these beige/tan books being cut into with straight clean lines, contrasted with the natural mossy greens of the embroidery. liked it a lot

Mitsushima Takayuki had a piece called tactile adventure that said you could touch it but it felt like a thought experiment that tormented me. i made eye contact with the security guard and just walked away. forbidden fruit

The Tadanori Yokoo exhibit made me feel like i was getting punked. The exhibit signage in English just went over how he used water imagery in his pieces, while the pieces themselves were an almost anxiety-inducing collage of colors, dark humor, and like tits. it was incredibly funny to me, as sad as i was not having an information packet. “yes this man uses water imagery” it’s a collage of post war anxieties in the brightest colors possible. there’s a wave in there. Sure.

A Dark Night’s Flashing: From The Red Darkness was my favorite piece though. it was a singular, seemingly normal scene (BY COMPARISON) almost a lot of surreal collages, but the contrast and split in the colors was really good at drilling in this. unsettling atmosphere.

the museum placed this immediately next to Miyajima Tatsuo’s red digital counter piece which was a fun way to like. keep that energy going lol. anyway really good to see in person and mesmerizing.

and that’s it! overall really solid museum

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Maggie Stiefvater Writing Appreciation Post #5

I don't say Stiefvater is the best writer ever (how could I possibly make that kind of judgment?) or that she's my favorite (see previous parenthetical comment); I just say she's very good at what she does--like, very good--and I happen to have saved a bunch of bits of her writing when I read the Raven Cycle (spoilers ahead, possibly). On with the writing snippets:

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Terror owned Adam. The old terror, the one that was just as much confusion and betrayal as fear itself.

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“Charity told me that T.J. asked you out today and you just stared at him.” “What?” “T.J. asked you out. You just stared at him. Ringing bells?” Blue looked up (and up, and up) at her tall cousin. “At lunch, T.J. came over to my table and drew a penis on the unicorn on my binder. Is that the incident Charity is referring to?” “Don’t Richard Gansey the Third at me,” Orla replied. “Because if that’s what she meant, then yes, I just stared at him. I didn’t realize it was a conversation because penis.”

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“Oh! Why haven’t they untied you yet?” “We thought she might be… dangerous?” Gansey answered lamely. Persephone cocked her head at him. “And you thought tying her hands would change that?”

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The approval of someone like him, who clearly cared for no one, seemed like it would be worth more.

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It had been a long time ago, but also, it was no time at all. Sometimes, Gansey felt like his life was made up of a dozen hours that he could never forget.

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Ronan didn't sound very interested, but that was part of the Ronan Lynch brand. It was impossible to tell how deep his disinterest truly was.

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There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.

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The night following the reading, Gansey woke up to a completely unfamiliar sound and fumbled for his glasses. It sounded a little like one of his roommates was being killed by a possum, or possibly the final moments of a fatal cat fight. He wasn’t certain of the specifics, but he was sure death was involved.

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Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

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From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn’t swear.

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At the door to the helicopter, Gansey looked back over his shoulder at them, his smile complicated when he saw them holding hands.

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The Stanley Parable AU - MerStanley [and maybe Fisherman AU]

TL;DR Narrator being a fisherman (he doesn't like his job) and Stanley is a merman who lives in solitude and likes human-watching.

Stanley likes to watch the humans near the lighthouse docks, especially this one older human who complains often about his job of catching fish. He's funny, but also intriguing as he followed that human as they go to the lighthouse and read his stories aloud, thinking no one could hear them.

Then one day, that human slipped from the docks and fell, normally Stanley wouldn't interfere as other humans would be around to save them. But that wasn't the case, they were alone, they couldn't swim, and they were going to get tangled in the fishing nets. 

Swiftly, Stanley catches and rescues the human and takes them to a rocky slope nearby to climb back up to the dockside, before the human could thank them, Stanley goes back to his hidden home. The human saw the ripples and a silver fin, and wondered if they're going insane from the saltwater.

Stanley remembers that day but remains hidden and up to his usual routine of human watching, yet he could sense his favorite human being more alert of their surroundings. He complained less, but he still reads loudly by the ocean on his chair and their fellow humans ignore him for being annoying.

Here starts Narry's safe-level obsession of merfolk.

Points of this AU:

- Narrator has like a glass cabinet where he keeps all of Stanley's gifts in display.

- Stanley likes the cats and pets and feeds them. Some like him, some don’t.

- Stanley, like Ariel, collects human stuff in his underwater cave home. Lots of buckets, gemstones, portraits, etc. 

- Narrator wondering why Stanley is alone, where is his merkind?

-  Narrrator hates saltwater until he kissed Stanley

- Narrator has Thalassophobia

-  Stanley can’t talk above water because of his respiratory system. Though he and Narrator communicate by sending each other bottle messages.

As fun and soft as this AU goes, of course there would be angst...

It’s under “Keep Reading”  Warning: First half is about Narrator’s fear of deep water, and some people finding out about MerStanley but nothing too bad. However, the rest is about Character Deaths and a BitterSweet Ending. (More Bitter than Sweet)

Narrator’s Thalassophobia:

Narrator’s Friends being d!ck$:

When/If Narrator’s friends finds out about Stanley:

When/If a friend of Narrator found one of the bottle messages:

Before I get to the final parts, I MUST WARN THAT THE NEXT PART INVOLVES A LETTER OF DEATH, turn away if you’re uncomfortable with sensitive topics like this.

Start of Letter//

"To the one who found this letter, it is a sign that I had died.

These are the last words I will share with the world.

I was once a lonely man who saw the world as cold and gray and had seen no delights in the years I had been alive. I didn't have close friends, just the faces of those who never bothered to stay a while and talk for a while. I was certain that my dreams of living a bright happy life would never happen... That was until I met him.

The one who watched over me like a guardian angel.

The one who had to hide yet still appeared just to see me. 

The one who saved my life once, and who I've saved as well to return a favor, and to see his face once more. 

He showed me a new world through his eyes, it was brighter and warmer than the sun. Even when I could never hear his voice...We had a language that felt forbidden to share with anyone else. Just the two of us, together alone...Alone Together. 

Sadly...My days have dwindled and I don't think my new dream of being together in a lighthouse with adopted children to break the silence would ever happen... 

But I am happy. 

Because I can and will spend my last days with the love of my life, I want to see his face, his eyes, his smile, his happiness, his tears, and, his sorrow. 

Just one last time. 

If there is a higher being up there who could see this through you, dear reader, I could only pray that he and I are together on our next life... 

That is all I ever wanted. 

Goodbye 

Yours Sincerely, 

The Narrator"

//End of Letter

This letter was found by Curator in the Narrator's lighthouse after his funeral. It gave answers and more questions.

Though he never said it in the letter, Curator decided to honor both Narrator's home and his grave, saving everything that he had and all the gifts that Stanley gave him were in display at her museum along with his letter.

Curator claims to not know what happened to Stanley, but she does when she found Narrator. She kept that a secret and took it to her grave.

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The Mummy (1999)

Smoking: SuckerPunch

Another favorite! Expect to see the trilogy appearing in the next episodes of Reefer – Reelz – N – Reviews! Something else that I know practically word for word

Open with a MAJOR flash back. We have the wonderful Arnold Vosloo who’s forbidden love with Patricia Velasquez. Leaving them to, do what they usually do, try to raise them from the dead so they can be together. Typically Mummy stuff 😂

 

How much would that suck... to be eaten AND buried alive? Like no thanks!

Then, the beautiful, the rugged, the omg I wanna ride his face, Brendan Fraser enters a war zone. The year 1923. Don’t forget about the also, wanna ride him, Oded Fehr 🤤 this cast man… panty droppers. All of ‘em.

Then we have my previous life, the ever-clumsy Evelyn Carnahan. Played by the gorgeous Rachel Weisz. I couldn’t imagine having to fix all of those book shelves. Like that just sounds like the biggest pain in the butt. “A bit of a mess in the library,” my ass.

BF is such a great actor. The way you can see him realize who Jonathan is before he punches him. I should do a few more of his movies on here. I really like Monkey Bone, what a trip.

Who uses the word “Flimflam” ☠️ flimflam 😂 I feel like I should use it more.

Omid Djalili shouldn’t have gone off on his own. One of the movie laws, never go off alone. Doesn’t help that he’s greedy. Deserves his fate. Stinking bugs!

I know I said that I was Evy in a past life, when JH hits that rock and the sarcophagus falls from the ceiling. That, is something that would happen to me 😂 “Either he’s someone of great importance, or he did something very naughty.”

 

Of course, BF has to get all extra with some dynamite. I mean it works, but so extra.

I feel bad for the guys who took the jars. I mean that’s one hell of a way to go. Get sucked into AV to help him regenerate doesn’t seem like a way I’d want to go…

🤔 Maybe the reason I have so many cats is because I wanna be safe from the mummy 🤣

I love how JH can get the crazed mob back into a calm mob chanting Imhotep so he doesn’t get attacked when he goes to get the car. RW just pokes a guy in his eye to get him off the car 😂

“I love the whole sand wall trick. Beautiful. Bastard.” I have to say that even though Kevin J O’Connor flips into working for the bad guy, he cracks me up the most. “Think of my children.” BF – you don’t have any Children.” “Some day I might.” I mean gold!

Time for Spicy Garlic Pickles 🤤 and some shrimp chips!

You know… a lot of people burned in this movie. Like full body.

I love how they just happen to get the camels that KO puts his treasure on. Like of course that happened. Movie logic right. He deserved how he died, just saying.

Well, that’s it for this episode. Toke on.

-RRR