#matilda moody

[zetadraconis11]

I think what a funny question would be to Professor Weasley, why does the book say that you can learn the Unforgivable Curses?

That is quite the question, isn't it? The book that has everything the students "needs" and then some.

As a somewhat completionist, I wanted to learn them, but my MC is mostly a goody-two-shoes, lol.

That being said...that would make for a funny conversation...

*in the Transfiguration classroom*

Prof. Weasley: How have you been doing with your field guide? Any luck finding some pages?

MC: Well, yes, I've found quite a few already.

Wealsey: Wonderful! It seems you've been doing well in acclimating to this new world.

MC: I have a question, though...

Weasley: Yes?

MC, opens book: In the list of spells for me to learn, I see that I CAN learn the Unforgiveables.

Weasley: Oh dear... I don't know how-

MC: But you want me to completely fill out this book, right?

Weasley: I- that was the intention, yes, but-

MC: Alright! Time to learn some war crimes!

*MC runs out of the classroom*

Weasley:

Weasley: Merlin, what I have done?

[maraudersmary]

i have just finished Honey Honey by aeoneskova on ao3 and i think it is the BEST fic i have ever read

marlene is my absolute favourite and there is such a lack of her pov in fics (not hating ik i could write one if i’m that desperate) that this was just so incredibly beautiful to me. and remus being my other favourite this was just perfect.

the writing was amazing and everything felt so real like the relationships were real, difficult, but ultimately beautiful to read. it was heartbreaking and hopeful.

it is not something i would usually read im a non-magic au or long hogwarts fic girl where they are all just together like uni vibes but this was… ugh… i don’t want to say perfect again but it just was!!

here’s the link i urge you to go and read it. there is very heavy themes as can be expected but it is all very well tagged and warned

http://archiveofourown.org/works/37476997

@aeoneskova thank you for writing this

[wosoamazing]

Mum versus Ma

Summary: You go to the world cup camp with your Mum. Based off these requests – one & two.

Warnings: none I don’t think.

A/n: Sorry, this is short. I have been working heaps the past week, but I am still working away at your requests (the Leah x Child!Reader one, the Sam redemption one and I will start on the Barca x Arsenal game one soon) and some other fics. I’m starting Uni soon so will try and get into a more regular posting routine.

“Harper” “Y/N” you and harper exclaimed as you saw each other when you arrived at camp. You loved going to Matilda’s camp because it meant you got to spend time with Harper, you would always been seen together, whether it was playing together off to the side during the occasional training so Linda could take a break, or having tea parties with Linda in the common room while the girls trained, or even just running up and down the halls together, you did everything together. Everything the media team captured melted the hearts of Australia, but the one that everyone seemed to love was the video taken of you two skipping down the tunnel holding hands, as you giggle together.

____

You were on the bench sitting on Sam’s lap, she couldn’t play because she was injured, and offered to look after you. She practically begged Tony to let her, he knew Sam was upset about her injury and so hoped having you there would make it easier, so he said yes, secretly hoping it might help everyone.

You were sporting your mini-Matilda kit, you had a temporary tattoo flag on each cheek, one was an Ireland flag, and the other was an Australia flag. You weren’t really enjoying the game, you didn’t really know who to go for, your Mum’s had never versed each other since you were born, that was until today. You didn’t really like it, they kept tackling each other, your Ma kept making Raso fall over, and Tony kept yelling that she deserved a yellow, no one was happy.

When your Ma hurt herself in the 35th minute, the teams huddled round their coaches as your Ma was getting treatment, you made grabby hands for your Mum, but she didn’t hold you like normal in team huddles, she just brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead, before turning back to listen to Tony, you huffed and looked at Sam whose brows furrowed which made you laugh and you seemed to forget about being mad at your Mum.

During half time your Mum did hold you briefly before you got too squirmy, so she put you down and you ran around the locker room, no one minded though and some secretly hoped that it might mean you would sleep during the second half, considering how antsy and moody you were getting.

You did sleep briefly in the second half falling asleep promptly after Steph scored her penalty however you were woken up by fans yelling at the ref saying, “that’s a foul” “give her a yellow” and some fans booing. You saw that the ref was talking to your Ma, you quickly realised that the fans were booing her, you didn’t like that, she was just doing her job. A tear fell out of your eye, and you quickly buried your head back into Sam’s chest, who realised you were upset due to the ever growing wet patch forming on her chest, so she wrapped a spare puffer jacket around you pulling the hood up so it covered your head, and hugged you tightly, her comfort and your new found safety from the outside world caused you too drift off again.

When you woke back up, you cautiously peered out of your safety bubble and were meet with a warm smile from Sam, you then turned your head towards the field, where the Ireland and Australia players were too similar of a colour for your sleepy eyes. Most of the yellow Matilda’s jerseys had smears of green all over them, you know it’s from the grass which makes you feel icky again as it meant they had been tackled lots. There wasn’t really anything exciting happening, so you decided to go back to sleep.

You had started to wake up again when you felt two hands at your sides, before you were swiftly picked up and placed on the hip of your Mum, she kept the jumper wrapped around you but peered into the hood and she was meet with your little face smiling sleepily at her. “Want to see Ma?” you nodded eagerly.

“Where is my little Munchkin,” you Ma said before she pulled your head down, “there she is” she exclaimed causing you to let out a cute giggle. You get told to smile, while your Mum’s pose for a photo before you are put down, you make your way over to Harper and you both bear hug each other causing you both to fall to the ground before you are in fits of laughter.

“Toddlers are really just like mini drunk people” Mini chuckles.

“Definitely,” your Mum replies.

“She looks happy now, I’m glad” Sam says as she joined the three women, gaining a confused look from your Mums, “She was crying, that’s why she had the puffer around her, I didn’t want any fans or the media capturing it, I thought that would be unfair. I think its probably because it’s the first time she has watched you play against each other, and some of the fans were booing you McCabe.”

“Oh okay, we’ll have a talk with her later.” Your Ma says before kissing your Mum, causing you and Harper to simultaneous whine out “ewwww”.

[starkwlkr]

that’s parenthood | jenson button

jenson button world domination 🫶🏼 basically part 2 to everyone’s a fan but instead it’s jenson being a girl dad while y/n is away

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jensonbutton my girls ❤️ a moody almost teenager and the flower twins

y/nbutton valerie gets her moodiness from you🥰 twins!

sebastianvettel they’re so grown! hanna and i send you all hugs and love!

jensonbutton the twins are asking when are matilda and emily are coming over. they want to another sleepover😁

sebastianvettel next week we’re free

y/nsmom my granddaughters are the cutest! love you 😘

jensonbutton LOIVR YUUU GRAND MOM

jensonbutton that was gracie. and giselle says she loves you too!

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jensonbutton adventures in sleepovers featuring the vettel’s. sebastianvettel

f1girly the button and vettel girls are so cool

aussiegrit got room for one more?

jensonbutton gracie says you’re welcome to join as long as help her win at uno against val. she wants uncle mark to help her.

aussiegrit anything for my niece!

y/nbutton can’t believe I’m missing out on the greatest sleepover ever!

jensonbutton we have another planned during your break 🥰

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[alottiegoingon]

peanuts

lottie matthews x gn!reader

summary: the one where you bring pb&j sandwiches for lottie everyday since you were 9.

warnings: so much fluffiness i might throw up, short silly fic, lottie and reader are childhood friends and secretly in love, no crash, lottie has a bad relationship with her parents, cute little unexpected ending i guess?, english mistakes, not proofread

you and lottie were friends since you were nine years old.

you remember being inside the car with your parents when you moved to new jersey. the roads were bumpy before you could make it to the city of wiskayok. still, you insisted on carrying a book with you during the entire trip, knowing that you would feel nauseous in no time. your parents warned you but, as the quiet and moody kid that didn't want to move, you ignored their advice.

trying to focus on anything else besides your upset stomach, you place the book titled "matilda" by roald dahl, in perfect condition, by your side and decide to enjoy the view outside as the car moves along from the backseat. it wasn't a lifesaver but it was better than feeling your head heavy as you read the tiny words in the paper.

the houses were all the same. boring, lifeless and with a few flowers or bushes outside just to bring some color. what a lame city, you thought. no colorful houses, fun playgrounds or a nice park in sight. but that changed at the exact same moment as you saw lottie's house. a perfect planned garden in the front and impeccably painted walls capable of telling anyone that the house was pretty, yes, but the people living inside of it were superior. liking or not, the house was pretty but not as far pretty as her.

lottie was upstairs in the window of her bedroom when you saw her, you couldn't decide if she was staring outside like she was waiting for something or just watching people go by as if she was trapped inside. either way, she waved at you and, hesitantly, you waved back.

the following years consisted in sleepovers, movie nights and little discussions in the book club you two invented. safe to say that you became best friends almost too immediately.

lottie was a loner when she was home with no one to watch her except for a old lady that worked for the matthew's as a housekeeper or a nanny. you never knew and she was scary. playing pranks on her was almost a daily occurrence and an invention of lottie. like dyeing her clothes pink or switching salt and sugar and watching the distorted face of pure horror and agony in lottie's parents faces during dinner, when they invited you over. you and lottie had to cover your mouth or look down to not laugh but couldn't ever not exchange glances across the table.

her parents knew, of course. "your parents must be waiting for you. it's late isn't it?" was lottie's moms way of telling you to leave. you would say goodbye to lottie and hold her hand extra tight, knowing that the second the door closed behind you, you would hear her parents scolding her. you could see a curious mix between fear and excitement in her eyes when you were about to leave and you thought that that would be the last time she would prank that poor lady, but no. she would always come up with something new. deep down you knew that she was just craving attention from her parents and she would be glad to accept some mean words from them if it meant that they would talk to her instead of disappearing in work.

every day after the pranks were the same. the next morning, you showed up at school with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. one for you and the other one for lottie, of course. maybe it was your way of supporting her as you could. as a nine year old, peanut butter sandwiches were your favorite and you would always eat them if you were feeling sad. you never knew why she would eat it entirely and as fast as she could, kiss your cheek and run away, telling you she was late. it was lunch time and she was nine. what could she possibly be late for?

but the smile on her face exposing her teeth shaped like little fangs every single time she saw you with a simple extra sandwich on hands made just for her, became your new favorite thing in the world.

during your teenage years, nothing changed. almost nothing. lottie was still a loner at home but was kind of a popular girl at school. not like your other friend jackie, but still popular. you and lottie tried for the wiskayok high yellowjackets; a girl's soccer team. you both made it to the team and quickly made some new friendships but nothing as close as what you two had. you were popular as well, sure, but you didn't care about that. it took you a few weeks to realize that jackie was popular because of her personality. you, lottie and other girls were popular because you were on the team.

regardless, after every unsuccessful exam, every bad moment with lottie's parents, every failed practice day, you were right by her side holding a sandwich with silly drawings made out of peanut butter and jelly. despite being best friends, you were both changing. different hair, different ways of dressing, different ways to look at each other. the only thing that never truly changed was the smile on lottie's lips and it was exactly like how you remember from when you were nine.

there was that one day when lottie had an awful day at practice after a fight with her parents last night and she was sitting on the aluminun bench in the locker room. she had her head down and her dark curls styled in low pigtails.

"hi." you sit by her side. she looks up and you notice her red eyes. "hi." she whispers. lottie would never let people see her in vulnerable moments but near you, she wouldn't hide a thing.

"should i go to your house in the middle of the night and dye your parents clothes pink like when we were kids?" your voice was playful but you knew that if the answer was yes, you would happily do it.

you feel your heart beating faster as you hear lottie's breathy laugh and feel proud of yourself for making her happy now. then, in a few seconds, the weak smile faded and the locker room fell into silence.

"do you think i'm a freak?" her words make your heart shatter. lottie would tell you everything, except from that one big secret thing that she was forbidden to talk about by her parents. you never mentioned it after noticing how she would get uncomfortable. or after noticing how her parents would always change the conversation to something else if she was blabbing too much. or when you saw a small orange bottle with pills inside with a label that said "charlotte matthews".

you take a moment to think of something to say until you realize that there was no right thing. lottie just wanted support. she needed your support. "i think you are strong." you say. you knew that she didn't have a choice, she had to be strong. but yet, it was something you admired in her.

"lott, i don't know what is happening and i won't ever force you to tell me. but i know you for years now and i know what you are." she remains quiet but at least she's still looking at you.

"you are so smart. brilliant, actually. you are great at soccer, you have an amazing fashion sense" you joke "a heart of gold."

"and you are beatiful."

lottie says nothing but you can see a subtle spark of relief in her eyes. instead, she hops closer to you and rest her head on your shoulder. you do the same, gently laying your head on top of hers. you were staring at that same old boring blue locker in front of you when you feel lottie's hand grabbing yours. you feel nothing but euphoria when she intertwined your fingers together as your hands were placed between you two.

your smile was so wide that you were actually happy that lottie couldn't see you. and you couldn't see her face as well but something was telling you that she was also smiling while her thumb was Involuntarily caressing your hand. you weren't sure if that was something that best friends did, at least not in such an intimate way. but you were hoping that it meant something more.

you hear steps getting louder and realize that practice was over and the girls were coming to change clothes. unanimously, you two distance yourselves from each other just in time and, taking a quick glance at lottie, you see her face entirely red.

"are you okay, lottie? we were worried. jackie said that she can dismiss you tomorrow." shauna gets closer to you two, touching lottie's shoulder and squeezing it softly in reassurance.

"it's okay. i'm all good." she looks up and smiles at her friend.

you stand up and grab your backpack, pulling out a small paper bag with something unmistakable inside. lottie and shauna look at you and still feeling a bit shaky, you handle it to lottie with a shy smirk and lots of mumble.

"peanut butter sandwich. to make you feel better, you know the drill, right?" you laugh awkwardly and lottie's cheeks that were just going back to its original color, got pinkish again. the same old smile was also there.

"thank you. movie night tonight?" she asks full of hope.

"absolutely. can't wait to watch drew barrymore in scream." you nod excitedly. later that night you would find out that she would only appear in the screen for ten minutes and lottie would make fun of you for that.

after you left, shauna tapped lottie's shoulder to catch her attention. she looked at shauna but her hands were carefully holding the paper bag against her body as if she was taking care of something precious.

"i thought you were allergic to peanuts?" shauna furrows her brows.

"yeah. but it's their favorite."

[rebouks]

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Victoria: You’re like a boring old man, Trissy; you never come out anymore. Tristen: You know why I don’t. Victoria: Tch, aren’t you over that yet?

[Tristen pauses, clearly dumbfounded that anyone would even ask that kind of question] Victoria: You could at least take me to this stupid wedding, I bought a new outfit. Tristen: I told you not to, I don’t get a plus one-.. besides, you don’t even know them; I’m barely gonna know anyone there either.

Victoria: So, take me! Or, come out with us instead. Tristen: We’ll do something when I get back-.. or the day after, I promise. Victoria: [huffs] If you don’t wanna be seen with me, you could just say so.

Tristen: [sighs] That’s not what I-.. Vicky, wait! Victoria: Whatever, I-… [Matilda surreptitiously slides her boot toward Victoria as she storms off, successfully causing her to stumble]

Victoria: Jesus, watch where you’re putting those ridiculous boots! Matilda: My bad. Victoria: Stupid bitch-.. why don’t you buy some proper shoes, huh?

Matilda: Are those platform flip-flops? Victoria: Pfft. Matilda: Nice retort.

Tristen: You shouldn’t have done that. Matilda: I can handle moody twats-.. y’know, since I am one. Tristen: That’s.. not what I meant.

Matilda: Hm, ‘cause you’ll get it in the neck later? Tristen: [shrugs] I hope you didn’t want anything; I’ve already cleaned the machines n’ stuff. Matilda: Are you closing up?

Tristen: I’m trying to. Matilda: Do you need a hand? Tristen: It’s fine, I’m just waiting for those two-…

Matilda: Yeah, that’s what I was getting at. [Tristen visibly cringes as Matilda loudly claps her hands together, shooing the loitering customers] Matilda: C’mon losers, closing time! Beat it!

…

Tristen: You don’t have to; I’ll just ride my bike. Matilda: In a suit? Oscar would kill me if I made you cycle to his wedding. Tristen: That’s probably true-.. alright, thanks.

Matilda: I didn’t know you lived back here-.. makes sense. Tristen: See? Not a creepy stalker. Matilda: I mean, you still could be.

Tristen: Well, I’m not. Matilda: You know I’m just fucking with you, right? I don’t actually think that. Tristen: I kinda thought you meant it…

Matilda: Eh, I say and do a lotta shit I don’t really mean. I’m working on it. Tristen: Good luck with that-.. not sarcasm, sorry. Matilda: [snorts] Be ready at twelve.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Thinking about Rory's parents on this wonderful Wednesday morning. Deborah Lang (fc: Carla Gugino) and Michael Sinclair (fc: hugh grant), two people from very different worlds who never should have met, much less hit it off as a couple and then have a kid.

Rory's mom is very much my own version of Miss Honey from 'Matilda'. Deborah Lang is a school teacher from Vancouver, BC with a heart of gold, who cares deeply for her students, their futures and her own daughter. She is kind and gentle and forgiving and very much the reason why Rory has the convictions she does around her moral code, but is also the reason why Rory so easily slips into the role of the lamb. Her mother was her whole world, molding herself in her mother's image, seeing her as a fighter as Debbie fought against cancer until the bitter end.

Her mother's death is really the catalyst for all things that have happened in Rory's life. If she hadn't died, Rory never would have moved to England, wouldn't have been grieving and angry about her life being upheaved, her grades wouldn't have faltered so badly that she would have needed to join the military in the first place for some sort of a future. Rory wouldn't be carrying 3/4 of the trauma that she does.

She also wouldn't have met Price.

Michael Sinclair on the other hand is the upper crust London barrister from a well-to-do family. He's more conservative in his affection, has high expectations, and also with the divorce from Debbie when Rory was 8 is thrust back into fatherhood when he becomes her legal guardian once more when she's 14. He's tossed into the deep end with a daughter he barely knows, not only is she now a moody teenager that he has no experience dealing or coping with, she's grieving and acting out, rebelling against him. Making both of their lives a living hell for 4 years until she decides to join the military because she's left herself with no other future.

And he hates it. He hates that his daughter who is clearly smart, driven, and strong is "lowering" herself to become a soldier. She could be anything, A doctor, a lawyer, and instead she's a grunt being shot at. He tries so hard to convince her not to become a soldier, that it only pushes her further towards a military career. It breaks his heart. Having to live every day worrying while she's fighting in Afghanistan that she might never come back home. He watches the news, and every report makes his heart squeeze with fear. Even as she receives medals for bravery, and furthers her rank that fear never leaves him, but it swells along with his pride for her.

[sepetajmikolikomehoces]

@drugsforaddicts for the Bojere playlist:

Xana - Kitchen Light

Henry Moodie - drunk text

Henry Moodie - you were there for me

Ida Paul & Kalle Lindroth - Mä mietin sua

emma & matilda - sä saat mut

Elastinen feat. Jenni Vartiainen - Epäröimättä hetkeekään

[ouatnextgen]

Character Profile: Alice

(As a brief reminder, I changed who Alice's parents are for this AU...and I changed them again, so now she's Emma and Killian's kid, Hope's twin sister)

Name: Alice Matilda Swan-Jones

Other names: Al (by her friends)

Alli (by her friends)

Love (by Robyn)

Tower Girl (by Robyn)

Lass (by Killian)

Starfish (by Killian)

Baby Girl (by Emma)

Kid (by Emma)

Age: Sixteen

Height: 5’5

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Gender: Cis Female (she/her)

Face Claim: Rose Reynolds

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Species: Human

Father: Killian Jones

Mother: Emma Swan

Sibling(s): Henry Mills (paternal half-brother)

Hope Swan-Jones (twin sister)

Other Family: Prince David “Charming” Nolan (maternal grandfather)

Queen Snow-White (maternal grandmother)

Prince Leo Nolan (maternal uncle)

Prince Benjamin Nolan (maternal uncle)

Brennan Jones (paternal grandfather)

Alice Jones I (paternal grandmother)

Liam Jones (paternal uncle)

Liam Jones II (paternal uncle)

Occupation: The Savior (all), student at Storybrooke High (Storybrooke)

Home: Storybrooke (born), Misthaven (briefly), Wonderland (briefly)

Favorite Color: Turquoise

Songs: Paradise- Coldplay || Runaway- Aurora || Birds- Imagine Dragons

Powers and abilities: Light Magic 

Weapons: None

Likes: Robyn Hood

Birthday: April 18th, 2015

Zodiac: Aries (Brave, willful, productive, humanitarian, moody, impulsive, impatient, assertive)

Personality Type: INFJ (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging)

Alice tends to approach life with deep thoughtfulness and imagination. Her inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide her in all things.

Description: Alice means “noble” in German. She has blonde hair like her mother, and blue eyes like her father, as well as his facial features.

[mothprincess]

i’m doing... ok in my adulting, atm. i’m making needed calls without dwelling on them too much, have been staying active consistently, i’m taking my needed supplements... i did pause my writing a bit but this seems to come and go. the more that i dwell on my lack of ‘inspiration’ and productivity, the less productive that i seem to be. it is easier when i dwell on things that are inherently interesting and not looping, depressive thoughts that seem to spin around like smoke i asked chat gpt to ask me questions to determine my enneagram and mbti types. it unsurprisingly chose infp 4w5 but i had hoped for something different, to make things more interesting. i am quite certain now that my type is 4 > 9, which was the type that i began with when i discovered the enneagram system i also asked it to list characters with similar personality traits as mine (it becomes like a fun personality quiz) and it listed jane eyre (sadly, i do not remember jane eyre so well - it’s been a while), matilda, amélie poulain, call me by your name’s elio, beauty and the beast’s belle, and sailor moon’s hotaru. that seems very in-line with my results elsewhere and makes sense i’m tired today but not moody nor isolating myself. i’ll keep things quiet until my period begins and ends i’m still playing tactics ogre: reborn. i forgot how essential square enix was to my gaming, growing up, and remember it whenever i pick this up. kingdom hearts, final fantasy x, final fantasy tactics and tactics a2, final fantasy crystal chronicles, sword of mana... oof. i need a playstation and to bring final fantasy back into my life, tbh in-game, i just got a lamia and i’m giving her spells that i think would suit her, such as charm and petrify. i like to play games using fun head-canons that i make up along the way and i’ll have characters that remind me of certain friends lamia reminded me of my love for pretty monsters. i’d like to continue writing my fantasy short story and to incorporate them better into it. i would love to start to write about the sea, in general. i write about hearts, the sky, the forest, etc. but often not the sea i’ve been writing this over a period of a few days, so parts have come and gone

[bartholomewillustrated]

Spending a evening just.. Adding to the Atmosphere of the Factory hehehehe a very moody commission of her OC Matilda and Heisenberg for J. Vulpine on Twitter! If you're interested in getting a commission from me I'll be opening them again soon! I have one more on this roster and then I'll have some spots opening up! So keep an eye out the next few weeks for that!

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

After the game of cards, Gracelyn and William headed to Swithy’s home to check on her.

“Evenin’, Aldous,” Gracelyn called to Swithy’s husband, “Is Swithy back?”

“Aye. She stormed in without a word and shut ‘erself in the bedroom. Moody old cow. After she has the nerve to leave me all night with the kids ‘n all.”

“Sorry to hear that - can we help with anything?” William offered.

“No, no. It’s not your job. It’s ‘ers. You just tell ‘er that for me, will ya?”

“Absolutely - I’m sure she’ll magically transform her personality and become an involved and committed mother if we nag her when she's upset and a little bit drunk.” Gracelyn replied.

Aldous muttered darkly and then said, “Just go on through.”

Hating the tense atmosphere, William nodded warmly down at the toddler napping by the fire,

“She looks very cute,” he smiled.

“Aye. Effie always does - when she’s sleepin’. It’s when she’s awake that’s the problem,” Aldous replied.

“Her name’s Effie?” William asked.

“Aye. Short for Aife. Old-fashioned bloody name, but Blaedswith insisted. I got to name Matilda, here, so she said it were ‘er turn.”

Will stared down at Effie with a troubled expression.

“Will! Can we go and check on Swithy?” said Gracelyn impatiently.

“Sorry - yes. Night, Aldous.”

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[minicomics]

Let the elements grow.

Matilda Snow: Matilda Snow is a kind lady that has an elemental power magic that could turn herself to any type of element. However, this also changes her mood as well as when she is fire, she gets angry and frustrated, when she's water she would be sad or upset, when she is earth, she is just calm and just an average person would be, when she is cloudy then she is a bit of a sassy and moody girl that is sometimes lightheaded. But she is still kind and shy and also there to help others. She enjoys being with Ruby and Adisen as she enjoys talking with others for the kind of her heart. But sometimes hangs out with Julian as she be surprised at time when he tries to talk with her, but he just ran off which Matilda gets confused at times when he does that and wonder if he was scared of her or something. During her performance's Matilda creates such amazing magic with her elemental powers such as make air to rise with fire and water, grow flowers from her hands and around her. Sometimes she would control her powers to make the ultimate performance as it gives a signature background of such an amazing stunt of magic.

[childr3ns-book-bracket]

I present to you: La Bracket™

Matchups

Frog and Toad(Frog and Toad) VS Lief(Deltora Quest)

Geronimo Stilton(Geronimo Stilton) VS Corduroy(Corduroy)

The BFG(The BFG) VS Coraline(Coraline)

Kate Wetherall(The Mysterious Benedict Society) VS Babar(Babar)

Amelia Bedelia(Amelia Bedelia) VS Edmund Pevensie(The Chronicles of Narnia)

Sundew(Wings of Fire) VS Clifford (Clifford the Big Red Dog)

Madeline(Madeline) VS Franklin(Franklin)

Good Dog Carl(Good Dog Carl) VS Bad Kitty(Bad Kitty)

Jack and Annie(The Magic Tree House) VS The Very Hungry Caterpillar(The Very Hungry Caterpillar)

Junie B. Jone(Junie B. Jones) VS Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl)

The Berenstain Bears(The Berenstain Bears) VS Little Critter(Little Critter)

Carter(Magic Misfits) VS Nancy Drew(Nancy Drew)

Pippi Longstocking(Pippi Longstocking) VS Ramona Quimby(Ramona Quimby)

Flat Stanley(Flat Stanley) VS Captain Underpants(Captain Underpants)

Silas(The Graveyard Book) VS Leroy "Encyclopedia" Brown(Encyclopedia Brown)

Mary Anne(Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel) VS The Moon(Goodnight Moon)

Karana(Island of the Blue Dolphins) VS Joan(No Fighting No Biting)

Matilda(Matilda) VS Wendy(Peter Pan)

The Little Prince(The Little Prince) VS David(No, David!)

Percy Jackson(Percy Jackson) VS Tigerclaw(Warrior Cats)

Peter Rabbit(Peter Rabbit) VS Winnie the Pooh(Winnie the Pooh)

George(Curious George) VS The Lorax(The Lorax)

Cat in the Hat(Cat in the Hat) VS Pete the Cat(Pete the Cat)

Tigger(Winnie the Pooh) VS Paddington Bear(Paddington)

Arthur(Arthur) VS Wilber(Charlotte's Web)

Anne Shirley(Anne of Green Gables) VS Judy Moody(Judy Moody)

Nikki(Dork Diaries) VS Greg Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

The Onceler(The Lorax) VS Camilla Cream(A Bad Case of Stripes)

Man in the Yellow Hat(Curious George) VS The Monster at the End of this Book aka Grover(The Monster at the End of this Book)

Moomintroll(Moomintroll) VS Kirsten(Rainbow Magic)

Torak(Chronicles of Ancient Darkness) VS The Pigeon(Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus)

Miss Nelson/Miss Viola Swamp(Miss Nelson Is Missing) VS Tobias(Animorphs)

I don't have a set date for the polls(I still haven't started making the polls themselves) but they should be out soon.

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Willamina Givens - LFRP

Name: Willamina Givens

Age: 22

Birthday: May 17

Race: Human 

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Relationship Status: Single

Server: Moon Guard

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Hazel

Height: 5'5

Build: Athletic

Distinguishing Marks: Thin scar on the bridge of her nose

Accessories: Small bag of dog treats, hip flask

Profession: Mercenary | Bounty Hunter | SI:7 | Vigilante

Hobbies: Hunting, Reading, Singing, Visiting her sister

Languages: Common

Residence: Stormwind

Residence Birthplace: Stormwind

Religion: The Light

Deities: The...Light?

Fears: The dark, the ocean, being alone

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: • Raylan Givens (father) • Marigold Givens nee Grimwood (mother) (@in-the-grim-wood)

Sibling(s): • Jaycee Gutterson nee Givens(older sister) • Milo Givens (younger brother) • Victoria 'River' Givens (younger sister)

Other Relatives: • Arlo Givens (grandfather) † • Frances Givens (grandmother) † • Helen Givens (great aunt, step-grandmother) † • Agatha Grimwood (great-grandmother) † • • Ana-Marie Grimwood (great-aunt) • • Winfield Grimwood (grandfather) • • Roseanne Grimwood nee Wallace (grandmother) • • • Bradley Grimwood (uncle) • • • Matilda Drake (aunt) • • • • Wendy Grimwood-Drake (cousin) • • • • Owen Grimwood-Drake (cousin) • • • Alfred Grimwood (uncle) • Tim Gutterson (brother-in-law)

Pets: Doc, Tim (dogs)

extroverted / introverted / in between.  

disorganized / organized / in between.  

close minded / open-minded / in between.  

calm / anxious / in between.  

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.  

cautious / reckless / in between.  

patient / impatient / in between.  

outspoken / reserved / in between.  

leader / follower / in between.  

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.  

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.  

traditional / modern / in between.  

hard-working / lazy / in between.  

cultured / un-cultured / in between.  

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.  

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.  

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny

controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar

impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry

greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive

spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave

patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky

intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous

merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming

cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

I'll get some of these soon. Why are these so hard?

[desi-yearning]

I feel moody for no reason, I am so so so angry, I want to cry out loud but oh my God this meme is so funny hehehehehe, I hate every single person on this planet, I love you so much bestie, I'm so worried about absolutely nothing but who cares, I don't care about anything in this whole world, I love my family tho but they don't like me, Matilda much, Harry Styles my beloved and- oh wait, my period is close, that explains it.