Go JoJo With the Mojo!

Fan Fiction. Complaints. Insanity. Hilarity.

[greenll3unny]

Now nothing can stop her!

[greenll3unny]

"It not working!" She cried as she shouted the incantation over and over again. "Oh? OH! Your armor! You want your armor?" Aela didn't know what that was. But once I pulled it out it all came together. She could BE the Trollhunter!

[greenll3unny]

Slowly, it dawns on Aela. "For the gwory of Merwin dawight is mine to command!"

[greenll3unny]

Trollhunting

When I first started talking about having kids with my husband I made it pretty clear that epic costumes would be a Big Deal with me.

I'm a cosplayer. I hoped that (if they were into it) I would have a kid who got as excited about dressing up as I did.

But I was also serious about choice: that this was a costume my child WANTED to play in. That they would be excited about on their own.

So when I saw Aela was getting very invested in Trollhunters l asked if she wanted some of Jim's armor.

She stared at me like I was an idiot. She's two. She had no idea what I was talking about.

So, I set about making her a costume. Nothing fancy, just some spare metallic fabric I had laying around. Some batting remnants. Etc. I chose a design that would be easy to layer clothes under depending on the weather. It took me a few weeks.

I didn't have the amulet. I hadn't quite figured out in time for Dragon con how to make it. Aela was unimpressed. It wasn't recognizable enough without the amulet. I was a little disappointed. I wanted her to like it, but I understood that she didn't have to. A trait my mother never understood about me. She simply gave up on costume making when I didn't have her vision.

So far forward to a few days ago. I did a paint test on what I hoped will eventually become her new amulet. It was an ugly thing... But if you squint you can kinda see it.

I gave it to Aela.

[greenll3unny]

Do I have the coolest toddler ever? Yes. Yes I do. She sings the chocobo song!

[greenll3unny]

Hey, I was wondering, are you ever going to return to FF or are you done? Curious Anon

Yeah, I will. I am actually working on some stories right now but I swore this time that I would completely outline it BEFORE I started posting at the very least. I work on stories every day for around 30 minutes Monday through Friday. That's all the alone time I get from my husband and the baby. So, it takes forever for me to get anything done.As for FF... My preferred site of choice now is Archive of Our Own. AO3 protects my rights as an author, for one thing. For another, on FF.net one fussy internet troll can get my works deleted. Unlike AO3, FF has an adult content policy that is completely subjective. If they deem anything I write too "mature" it could get deleted. It doesn't endear me to a site when I have to constantly worry that my M rated material is too M for someone. I don't even really write all that much of it!Still, until the day that FF decided it doesn't like me anymore I will continue to post to both sites. BUT they will always go to AO3 first. And my memory sucks so sometimes I forget to post to FF. :/

[greenll3unny]

Seriously, it's a universal truth.

Parenting: Entering your sleeping child's bedroom to retrieve something you forgot with the same grim determination as hobbits entering Smaug's mountain. Bonus: If both parents are present they must go together as the Fellowship of the Parents Who Forgot a Thing

[greenll3unny]

On the next episode of Miraculous Babybug...

[uhrair-blog]

my boyfriend talks in his sleep and I wish it was just cute gibberish but instead it’s TERRIFYING. so far, he has:

- grabbed me by the shoulder and put his hand over my mouth at 3am and pointed to the wall, whispering “do you see it? the barbed wire.” - woken me up and muttered “he’s here” while staring at my bedroom door - rolled over last night and said “you don’t know what’s out there. You don’t know what’s in the swamp.”

he’s taken like 20 years off my life.

[crable]

At least he’s not being “chased by a tiger” and “falling through the pages of Wikipedia” like my brother-in-law one night. My poor sister. 😂 @greenll3unny

[greenll3unny]

Nothing beats the "shh! Let's listen for the intruder that's not there" sleep talk session. My life flashed before my eyes I swear to God.

[colorfulmusings]

Yes, Idris Elba. I probably should be.

[whclocked]

I refreshed my tumblr page and this shows up… I never felt so guilty for not writing in my life… -__-”

[warwolf47]

Dammit idris. I should…

[haloman1170909]

I’m just taking a break writing 2-300 words in 10 minutes takes a bit out of me

[more-aoe-deactivated20200131]

I’m sorry Mr. Elba I will get my 600 words of copy out tonight.

[teknon-deactivated20190112]

I’m sorry Mr. Elba, you’re right, I will rectify this.

[greenll3unny]

I write frantically for ten glorious minutes while the baby is asleep first thing in the AM. This still counts, right? *Panicked laugh* RIGHT?

[greenll3unny]

Beederp

My dumb dog, brave soul that she is, just defended my baby from a yellow jacket. She got stung on the tongue. Aela giggled at her and went on her merry way. Dog just laid back down like nothing happened but her tongue hurts a little bit more. Dog life is rough.

[summerhartwell]

Cheeseburgers -- a TamaHaru OHSHC fic

Thanks to @greenll3unny for prompting me, beta-reading this, and being so supportive! I know it took me a century to post but I think it was worth the wait :3 My prompt was “cheeseburgers” and “because reasons” and I made it up to 4259 words D:

CHEESEBURGERS

When Haruhi finally came home from a long day at her law firm, the last thing she expected to see was a room full of cheeseburgers. Sure, she had come home to roses, chocolates, even peacocks, but never mountain upon mountain of fast-food. And, of course, the culprit was sitting in the very center of the room, beaming up at her like an unyielding sun. That is, until his bright blue eyes settled on Haruhi’s expression.

“What,” she asked calmly, “is this?”

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[greenll3unny]

So, my favorite person ever wrote an OURAN thing and it's awesome!

[dailydot]

How Pokémon Go is creating a barrier for gamers with disabilities

The augmented reality gaming app has taken the internet and world by storm, as people are desperate to catch and collect the characters, making friends and getting fit along the way. But not everyone can fully take part in the cultural phenomenon.

[crable]

My guess/hope is that with the success of the game in its first form, a more accessible version will come. It would have been great to begin with but I have faith that the devs want to give all kids (and adults) the chance to have fun catching Pokemon on their mobile devices.

Hopefully people will remember that this is the first version of this game and it has lots of room to grow and improve. One of those areas of improvement is its accessibility. I really do hope they figure out a way to include those who can’t currently play for various reasons. Maybe it could be something like that game with google maps where you have to try to get somewhere from a random location (does anyone else know what I’m talking about)? Anyway, I’m sure they have ideas and they’re working on it. I would be surprised if the devs weren’t at least TRYING to include more people (and thus draw in a bigger customer base, tbh).

[greenll3unny]

You mean that game I play every time I leave the house? I think it's called "Joanna Tried to Go Somewhere New By Herself"

[summerhartwell]

Yeah, i think this one’s fridge-worthy. 4 hours of work was worth it to see Brendon Urie’s adorable smile in ink.

[greenll3unny]

So friggin cool

[greenll3unny]

Uh oh. (A story)

So. My daughter found this metal box. Like all toddlers, she’s been charging around with this metal box and squealing. It had no markings on it. I had no idea where she got it.

Well. I was sitting here watching a little Soul Eater when she came up to me and plunked the box in my lap upside down.

It was then I noticed a hand written tag stuck to the bottom of the box.

“C.J. Will” in cursive. I didn’t recognize the handwriting, but I was busy watching anime so I didn’t really think about it. I tapped on the etched metal with my fingers to lure Aela back to the box. Amused by my percussion she snatched the item away (exactly how I planned) to play by the fireplace.

A little gray dust on the rubber bumper edging our fireplace caught my attention.

…did that come from the box? I wondered. As if on cue Aela banged the box against the rubber and a little more dust came out.

Coldness seeped into my gut as recognition took hold. I know what that box is now.

I am in so much trouble.

Holy fucking shit that’s the ashes of my husband’s first dog.

[illfuckingsoul]

How do I make my girl wet?

throw a cup of water at her

[greenll3unny]

Do my dishes. Unf!

[taymarican]

LadyBug and Chat Noir kissed at MoMoCon! It was beautiful to see!

[skaylanphear]

She’s like “what are you doing? Oh? OHHHH! C’MERE!” LOL!

[i-wadako]

Plz @skaylanphear now I’m trash and I’m begging you to write that scene.

[skaylanphear]

@i-wadako There, lol, but now you should consider drawing the last scene ;D

She was about done with Chat’s shenanigans.

They’d defeated the akuma with ease, which had left them with plenty of time for interviews afterward. It was late afternoon, and so Ladybug wasn’t worrying about school or missing anything important. With her partner at her side, she sat at the base of the Eiffel Tower, a microphone in her hand as they worked together in answering the questions thrown their way. It’d already been near twenty minutes, however, and she was growing tired of the talking. Especially with the direction the questions had gone in.

“So you two have been working together a while now,” the reporter had asked. “Would you consider yourselves close?”

“Of course,” Chat had replied, grinning wide as he’d turned to her. “Close as could be.”

An answer that had visibly displeased her.

“Just how close are you both?” was the next question.

And so she knew the situation could only get worse if she didn’t cut in.

“We’re partners,” she explained, holding the mic up as she did. “We’re as close as that kind of professional relationship allows.”

“Yeowch,” Chat said following. “You cut me deep, My Lady.”

“You’re the one implying more than there is,” she said straight, not trying to keep her voice discreet at all.

“Well, you know there’s more to us than that,” he tried to correct.

“Is that true?” a reporter cut in before Ladybug could comment further. “Are you two more than just partners?”

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[i-wadako]

READ THE FANFIC FIRST PLZ

As I promised… Finally omg FINALLY. I’m going to die in a corner, if you dont mind… @skaylanphear take it, you’ve my soul. Its yours, I’m done. Your writing is awesome and inspiring and omg I’m so happy for this. I like how it came, I had so much fun. Thanks to the awesome cosplayers for their awesomeness too!

[skaylanphear]

I’M OUT OF CONTROL! No, seriously, this is it. I’m done now. I always wanted to write a kiss reveal and so I thought this was a good opportunity. So yeah, REVEAL FIC! Part two to the fic above (AND TO THE AMAZING ART!). @i-wadako Look, I couldn’t help myself. But now I’ll sit in a corner and write SF like I should have been in the first place. I regret nothing.

She was a little surprised at her own calm. But, then again, maybe she shouldn’t have expected it’d be much of a shock anyway.

Chat was her trusted partner, had saved her life countless times. And though he was cheesy with his puns and was an over-the-top flirt, he’d never pushed boundaries or adhered to the bad-boy stereotype his uniform wanted to put off. He’s always been a perfect gentleman, sweet when he wanted to be, and ready to be there whenever she needed him.

It wasn’t until she’d kissed him—really kissed him—and registered how much she’d wanted to, that she’d realized just how badly she’d been taking him for granted.

She’d always kept her distance—assumed he was an uncontrollable flirt—but he’d been nothing if not considerate when they’d kissed the night before. And though things had quickly grown quite heated between them, he’d stopped as soon as she had. He hadn’t pushed, hadn’t pestered.

It’d been… nice.

Too nice, maybe.

Just thinking about it brought a small smile to Marinette’s face. Closing her locker, she slung her bag over her shoulders as she turned to head out, unable to keep her cheeks from flushing the slightest bit pink as her thoughts continued to be distracted with Chat.

Maybe, deep down, she’d always known she’d liked him. It wasn’t that her preoccupation with Adrien had somehow hidden the fact, but she’d always been so forcefully focused on her classmate that she’d hardly considered Chat an option. And somehow, in-between all of that, her heart had fallen for him whether she’d wanted it to or not.

But… she still liked Adrien too.

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[greenll3unny]

*fans face* oh my