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"Your species has soulmates?"

"Yes... We do not know how it works scientifically, but long ago <^>, our deity made it so that we would have one. It is both a blessing and a curse as their mark is our weakest point. Everywhere else our hide protects us, except where the owner of our soul will first touch us."

"So your weakest point is where your soulmate first touches you?"

"Yes. But it is only weak when they touch you there."

"How is that a curse? They're your soulmate?"

"...I do not know why you keep referring to them as soul 'mate'. They are the owner of your soul."

"...Oh. It's not a partnership?"

"It can be. Many do form a partnership with their owner; they become the caretaker of your soul. But most stay away from their owner, as the owner is the one who can kill them most easily.

...We call them the owner of your soul, as usually only one has the mark. They hold your life, your soul, in their hands and you hold nothing but air. Eons before, it was common to kill your owner or for owners to abuse their person. We have many laws now but it is still a difficult situation."

"Especially when you're a child," the human sighed, looking off towards Lig, who watches the other younglings play in the centre.

"...so Lig's mark is on their face..." the adult sucked a breath in through their teeth. White patterns swirled across the youngling's face. Starting at Lig's left cheek and ending at their right. Thick swirls at the base of the cheeks and thinning out around the mouth.

"Such a place is very concerning for my kind." Brenger's do not kiss. The face is the least protected part of the head. A Brenger's maws are full of sharp teeth with tusks jutting out from the sides of their head. Kissing would be the equivalent of attacking.

"Lig is the only Brenger we have in the centre. I'm certain he'll be fine," Assured the human. "It's only among your species, yes? He'll be fine."

"...Yes. Yes Lig will be fine."

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Lig liked the centre. It was very fun. Even though they could not really talk to anyone. The brengarian language was difficult to translate for the older translator models, which were the size that fit him...

Mavis understood well enough though. And Lig understood Mavis well enough as well. A tiny thing she was. Human youngling that was no more than half Lig's size. Teacher said that was normal though as she was rather young for humans. Only 3 human years.

Teacher said they were about the same age. Lig liked that. Lig was always the youngest, but now Mavis and Lig would be the youngest together!

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Lig was fun. Very fun. Mavis liked Lig very much. Teacher was fun too but Teacher also got mad at Mavis for always running away. Teacher also didn't like when Mavis made a mess. Others were fun too. But Mavis was mad at them for not giving her her toys...they were hers! And Teacher said that it was schools'...no it wasn't.

But Lig was fun! Lig listened. Lig played. Lig was nice.

Mavis liked Lig and Lig liked Mavis!

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Circle time was beginning and the human was quieting down the younglings so they would listen to the lesson about gravity. Some were rolling around, others were whispering, only a few were actually listening to the human's co-worker.

"Kids, quiet down please. Come on now, you know there are no toys on the carpet. Anwred stop that."

The human took away toys, helped take off outer layers like sweaters, and separated those who were fighting. They looked around one last time before getting started on sweeping the floors when they saw it.

"Mavis, personal space-" the tiny human gently hugged the Brenger's face and planted a kiss on their snout. She smiled and hugged Lig's face even tighter.

Mavis' hands and forearms covered the white swirls on Lig's face.

"...wow." the human mouthed.

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"Wow." muttered the adult Brenger. They watched with bated breath as the human youngling hugged their young's face. Lig trilled as their friend's warmth seeped into their hide. It was an interesting new sensation for the youngling.

"Guessing this is a first for Brenger's?"

"An owner of another species... it's never been documented. "

"So what now?"

"...I don't know. They're both extremely young...this is also very uncommon," the adult laughed. "Perhaps one of the youngest cases."

"Are you fine with it?"

"How did Mavis do it again?"

"She stood up, reached out and grabbed Lig's face, hugged it, then kissed their snout," the human paused. "It was the most tender thing I have ever seen from a human so young."

"So also uncommon for humans?"

"Kind of. Not many kids do this but they do. It's not romantic or anything. They just don't know how else to show love. It's their parents they're copying. Mavis was probably just copying her parents, as they're the only thing she has to reference for any kind of friendship or relationship. Lig is her first real friend."

"I am happy that she is Lig's." the Brenger trilled.

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gotta say I love the genuine guilt/horror Mario and Peach feel in those brief seconds after fighting Bowser on the bridge

SPOILERS!

You can see it in that Italian man's and that Stardust humanoid's eyes. The GROWING realization of their actions. They just orphaned a child. Mario — the hero, made an orphan.

They all legit thought that Bowser died before them. Mario has blood on his hands. But then we get skeleton Bowser and its all good. I loved it tho. I genuinely loved it. Because something we can't ignore or forget is that Jr is a child, a villain, but a child villain who loves his father.

freaking love villain families that actually love each other!! Epic, tiny people movie, is one of my favourites in that regard.

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ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER OMNIMAN AU

What if, when thinking of having a civilian job, Nolan saw a little bit of Lean On Me. Walked into the room when Debbie was watching it, during a tough love scene or something. And what if...this man thought 'Huh, that's kinda what like I did on Viltrum...'

Little while later he sees a snippet of Kindergarten Cop, scene where Arnold punches the abusive dad (but Nolan doesn't know that just that this teacher is beating the shit out of a parent). Nolan be like 'oh so you can hit the adults, just not the kids...I can do that.'

And then Nolan becomes a teacher!! Goes to the GDA, does some night classes, gets his degree, and bam becomes an elementary school teacher!!

He chooses elementary cause that's the age he's most familiar with!

SHENNAGINS OCCUR OFC!! THIS MAN WHOSE OVERALL INTERACTIONS WITH CHILDREN WAS TELLING THEM TO SUCK IT UP OR DIE. and now he must learn how to speak in memes and vine.

Must learn how not to make the smallest in the class cry due to how large Nolan is. Learn how to smile more. How to be creative. How to turn down flirty single parents. How to convey his frustrations to a giggling Debbie, who finds it hilarious that Omniman's arch-nemesis is a 9-year-old kid with an attitude.

He learns how it is not okay to punch parents who infuriate him. Big cover-up for the GDA. Thank God Nolan managed some restraint. Cecil had a good laugh later when it all settled down. In private of course.

Omniman becomes a family favourite. People love how well he handles kids when saving them. Parents respect him, kids love him, especially his own, who demands that he join Nolan's class.

Maybe this would have changed him faster. Maybe this would have led his breakdown down an even darker path. Maybe nothing would have changed. Who knows.

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I would like to thank my fellow ATLA fans for their nonstop edits of the adult Gaang being hot for it has done **WONDERS** for me as a multishipper

I can say with pride that my horizons have grown since I first watched Avatar. From solely Zutara, Sukka, and Tokka to an enjoyer of Zukka and platonic Gaang, to now Tuko, Taang, and Zaang!

I love it, and I thank the hot edits for opening my for-you page to different ship edits and thus leading me to reading some fun ao3 reads.

I feel like a pirate now. On the look out for new ships that I can (respectfully) plunder! Right now I'm on the look out for Toph and Katara ones!

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HOLY CRAP THE PAINTED LADY IS AN ELDRITCH BEING AMONG THAT ENTIRE FIRE NATION PLATOON!!

The soldiers never found out that the painted lady was just some 14-year-old girl and her friends!

now granted the actual Painted Lady does show up to Katara in the end, so she does exist. But to the Fire Nation, she's an eldritch ghost lady who will steal your soul if you take advantage of the weak.

and I love that! I so desperately want, one day, the adult Gaang or grangran Katara to overhear the 'classic Fire Nation ghost story' of the Painted Lady who stole the soul of a Fire Nation soldier. Because you know those soldiers are gonna exaggerate a bit bc of fear or humiliation, plus details will be lost over the years.

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SPOILERS FOR LAST EPISODE OF SEASON 3 INVINCIBLE

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT IF CONQUEST HAD A FUCING FRIEND HE COULD'VE BEEN BETTER?!

if he had ONE friend he could’ve been better?!! If I was his friend could I have turned that insane massacre into a simple ass kicking?!

still woulda sucked for Mark but less damage no??

also I find it neat that it’s basically canon at this point that Viltrimutes don’t have adrenaline and that gives Mark an advantage thanks to Debbie

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I have seen Carl on twitter and let it be known that I was part of the movement way before some of y'all!!

I like that post I saw about him folding the second someone calls him Pumpkin and that one about him getting a dog.

I'd introduce Carl Quest to my old fat grumpy dog and we'd watch Train to Busan together because that man needs to CRY

I'd also get him to help me in kickboxing. One because I think he'd have some solid advice and two it'd be a great training exercise for us both. He'd have to learn how not to kill me and I'd learn how to become INDESTRUCTIBLE since I have CARL as a coach!

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How have kept the human race alive? How have we evolved to the point where survival of the fittest means little to nothing for the last hundreds of years?

Yes, we have circumstances we're born into. Race, class, hereditary diseases, and war. But we as a species don't need to be the fittest to survive. It's about brains and luck most of the time. Smart enough to work your way up or lucky enough to be born into a comfortable life.

Many other species are like us. There's no need to actually fight for survival. But compared to their civilizations, we're so primative. That doesn't make Earth a target of discrimination, but it was a wake-up call. It was a wake-up call to see other planets, much less advanced than us, be part of the coalition for nearly a thousand years. Technological achievements are not what the coalition looks for. It's the potential for peace and allyship.

Despite joining the coalition, Earth still has problems. Countries at war with each other or their own people. The planet is dying. Technology is advancing too fast now.

Planets whose species still live in caves, who still follow survival of the fittest, thrive. While Earth barely survives.

How have we survived this long?

I think its because we care too much. We care too much. We can get so attached to things, ideas, and opinions. We start wars because we care too much. We kill because we care too much. We steal because we care too much. We survive because we care too much.

We saved those who should have died because we care too much. Caring stopped nature from making its selection.

I know this because I did this.

Its my job to care for these little ones. These little ones who should be dead by now. Not all of them. But at least 2 should be dead by now.

Franklin should be dead because he ate a Jut-bar, something he knows he shouldn't eat, as it has been drilled into him and several others that it is the equivalent of a peanut bar. Franklin is deathly allergic to them. Franklin knows this. Franklin is 6 years old. Yet he still ate it. Had we not noticed him hiding in the bathroom with the bar, he would be dead.

Isla should be dead because she wouldn't move out of the way of a stray hoverboard. Hoverboards can reach speeds of 20km/h. She had time to move. Yet she would not despite our shouting at her to move. Hoverboards can hover 3 inches off the ground or up to 3 feet. It was level with Isla's neck. When it crashed into the bin where Isla would have been, it dented it and broke. She's 4, she understands that if she does not move, things will hit her.

Rome. Rome. Rome. Just turned two and would not stop talking while we hid in the bathroom. The others also did but in whispers for they understood that we were hiding. They listened better than he did. They understood better than he did. He's 2 and they're 4. A loud 2. Quiet 4s. I shushed him but it wouldn't work. I explained again again again in hurried whispers to no avail. Isla tried to cover his mouth but he nearly screamed.

If that drill were real we would be dead. All nine of us. Because of Rome. Nine dead because of one...One life for nine. The trolley problem did cross my mind. I'm not going to lie. It did. And I always choose to sacrifice one for the many.

I also gripped the doorknob so tight that it hurt. I made my body larger to cover more of the door frame. I thought of what would be better: to be a shield or to become a target for whoever opens this door.

Perhaps this is how idiots continue to live and why the world is like this. Its because we care too much. The dumb should die. The curious should die. The weak should die. And they would, if there wasn't someone there who cared about them.

These kids are dumb, too curious, and weak. My job is to make sure they don't die. I get paid to, and I care too much to let them.

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"Pass the glorb!"

"Over here! Over here! I'm open!"

"Tropp you have SIX eyes! How did you miss???"

Back and forth. Up and down. Zigged and zagged. Disappear and reappear.

'How does it disappear?' thought the child, rubbing his dizzy eyes. Following a glorb was much harder than following a ball. For one thing, a ball didn't disappear and reappear.

'I think mister Max called that teleporting...'

The game continued as did the child's attempt at following the glorb with his eyes. He sighed.

"You taking a break Harrison?"

"No."

"Tired of playing?"

"No."

"Just watching?"

"Yea..."

"...do you want to join?"

"...I don't know how to play," he confessed, swinging his legs. "and they'll probably say no since they already started."

"The game is almost over though. I could teach you while we wait."

"...okay."

The bench creaked as the large male sat down next to the child.

.

"-and that's how you play glorp." sighed the adult. Although happy to teach he forgot how thorough this particular child was with... understanding things. A 'why?' child.

"Ready to play now? They should be done any minute now."

"...I'm actually okay."

"What? You asked me a million questions about it." Max dramatically exclaimed. He dropped the act when the child didn't smile. "...you alright buddy?"

"...I don't want to look dumb. When I learn things for the first time I look dumb and people laugh at me and I don't like it."

"Ah... Well, pretty much everybody looks silly when they learn something. No one looks dumb. I look silly when learning new games too. Like that one that Tropp taught us, remember?"

"But people laugh with you, not at you. And you're always silly, and everybody likes it when you're silly. They'll laugh at me."

"...huh. You're a good thinker Harrison. But how about this? I'll join you and we can be silly together."

"But what if they laugh at me and with you?"

"Then I'll get them to laugh with us-"

"Or what if I can't figure out how to make the glorb teleport??"

"Hey you figured out tele-"

"We lose cuase of that and no one will wanna play with me forever!"

"Harrison, that-"

"And they say mean things about me!"

"Harri-"

"And then no one will ever teach me a new game ever again-!"

"Harrison if anyone says anything mean to you or makes fun of you I will eat them."

"...oh wow...okay." and with that the child follows his teacher to the field.

..

"Listen up! Harrison is joining this game, as am I."

"Okay." "Aw what?" "Not the whelp..." "Harrison you know how to play??" "Not it for taking him!"

"Hey. Anyone who makes fun of Harrison, or anybody who's learning, I will eat."

"..." "..." "..." "..." "..."

"Good. I'm on Harrison's team."

...

"Max."

"Yes Captain?"

"Why do I have several parents accusing you of threatening to devour their young?" the captain groaned.

"I-I was trying to calm down Harrison, a-and he wouldn't stop interrupting me, and he had just asked me a million questions, so I was tired... I'm not used to having an audience whose species have actually been eaten alive!! Captain humans don't do that, and I'm a vegetarian!!"

"...I'll send an announcement out to the families. Tell it was a dumb quiznacking joke told by a herbivore...maybe eat some extra leafy looking things for the next month while out in public."

[sweeneydino]

SWEENEY

REVIVE THE GOOD FATHER AU /NF ❤️

AND MY LIFE

SHALL BE YOURS

Neato

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For Violet Ledger, true love was like dreaming. A beautiful wonderous thing that can make anything possible. But more often than not, it would never be.

That's not to say the young lady didn't believe in love. Heavens no! She just didn't believe in true love. Love that occurred the moment you locked eyes. Love that, from mere kindling, swelled into an overwhelming inferno after a single meeting.

Love that only existed in books that her mother disapproved of.

To Violet Ledger, love was like growing a garden. From scratch. You had to prepare the plot, plant the seeds, and even then, it wasn't a guarantee that anything would grow. You could read every book, try every trick or tip that worked with others growing their own garden, but nothing could happen.

But you can't return a garden. You can't simply abandon it. You simply have to make the best of it. That's what her parents did.

They love each other...to some extent, they do. Just not the way Violet wished. It could be worse, though. There's no shouting, no neglecting, no blaming, but the garden is...a bit lackluster.

Again. Violet believed in love, desired it, but she was prepared to put in the work.

So imagine her surprise when she met Edmund Bridgerton.

As soon as the seeds took root in the soil, they grew like weeds. No matter how hard she tried to calm her feelings, to make her thoughts and feelings neat and proper as a proper lady should, they just kept coming back. So entangled in heart was Edmund Bridgerton.

Like vines overtaking a fence. Dandelions that usurp the fields. Invasive. Out of control. Yet so beautiful.

Violet Bridgerton loved her Edmund so. How could she not when he took root in her heart?

How did she ever think that true love didn't exist?

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Violet Bridgerton wanted a large family. Even as a Ledger she wanted one.

Strangely, it wasn't because she wished she had a sibling. Violet Ledger wished for many things as a child, but a brother or sister was not one of them.

No...it just occurred. A strong desire. In fact, she worried that it could be a problem if her future husband wanted only one child.

How relieved she was when her Edmund sheepishly confessed that he would like three or more children during a discussion of future plans.

It still makes her smile when remembering his face turning red when she told him she would like six.

Six. Six little hearts she would create. She so dearly wanted them. Edmund would be one of the only ones she'd confess to dreaming of her future children. Four boys. Two girls. Dark, brown, red hair.

She started dreaming of them when she debuted.

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Seven children. Four boys. Three girls. Dark, brown and red hair. Eight hearts she made.

Violet Bridgerton still dreamed of the six.

Her dreams of them were often bittersweet.

The dreams started changing when Anthony was born. Before, they were nothing but bliss. Playing with her faceless dream children in forests and castles. They'd laugh and call out to her, 'Mother!', reaching out to her with open arms.

She woke up screaming when those tiny arms stained her clothes with blood. Thank God, Edmund trusted her enough to let her continue sleeping with Anthony in her arms, even though everyone advised against it.

He knew that Anthony was her cure and that she'd never hurt their child.

They would come and go in episodes. A few times each year, Violet would be plagued by the deaths of her faceless dream children for days.

Edmund was her saving grace. It was as if his mind was linked to hers. Every time he sensed so much as a difference in her breathing, he'd awaken, go retrieve their youngest child, and ever so carefully place them in her arms. Their children were her cure.

Cries turned into laughter. Blades turned into flowers. Chains became ribbons. Blood stains were grass stains.

Despite the sleepless nights they've caused her, Violet wouldn't wish to get rid of them. She loves her faceless dream children.

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Weeds can be beautiful. So beautiful. Edmund was beautiful. Her Edmund, who took root in her heart as quick as vines take to a fence, as beautiful as dandelions in a field.

Weeds still damage the garden in the end. They choke out all other plants. Just like her Edmund. Perhaps it was their love that caused him to die. The weeds that she planted in his heart crept up into his throat seeking her like vines that seek the sun...that's why the bee flew to him.

She knows that that's not true. Her children say so. Both here and in her dreams.

What a lucky mother she is. To have such loving children in both worlds. Too bad they can't play with one another. She just knows that Daphne would love her other eldest daughter... and that Anthony wouldn't need to shoulder the new responsibilities alone if he could speak with her other eldest son.

It would also stop her children from looking at her like that. Violet Bridgerton knows she has fallen. She knows that she is not the mother her children know. She knows that Anthony and Benedict have spoken to the doctor several times about her strolls.

She knows they scare them... but it'd be rude to ignore her other children. Afterall, now she can show them her world.

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True love is rare. Violet Bridgerton knows this, yet she made sure to let her children know it is possible. What Violet Bridgerton didn't know was that nearly all her children would achieve this rare possibility.

Now only three more to go. Last of Eight. Eight of the fourteen hearts she's made.

It's been some time since she's dreamed of them.

Not since Hyacinth's tenth birthday...what a lovely dream it was. Since the first year after Edmund's death they were all nothing but lovely. Perhaps her children's way of assuring her that nothing in the future will ever be worse than what she experienced that day.

The first year after Edmund's death was...horrific. Nightmares and daymares plagued her for months. Not only did she keep reliving her husband dying in her arms, but she also experienced other horrors.

Her second youngest was thrown from a tower. Her husband was beheaded in front of a crowd that cheered. Her eldest son was killed at his wedding. Her eldest daughter was used as a tool beyond her breaking point. Her other daughter was consumed by revenge and bloodlust. Her youngest was shot down as he ran towards his older brother. Her second-oldest son was hated and ignored by her and others all his life.

Unlike with Edmund she could not share this grief with others. For who would understand her love for her children that only existed in her mind? Whose names and faces she did not know?

...eventually they got better. She got better. Now she can hold her head high, knowing that she is more than capable of handling whatever may come. Be it hellfire and brimstone, nothing will harm her children--

Well...maybe something will harm her. Like the young man she walked into.

How kind he is though. Quick to offer her an apology, even though she was in the way, and even quicker to help her to her feet. Even his family is eager, her things picked and dusted off.

His brother and sister scold him as his younger siblings tease him under their breath. The sight brings a smile to Violet's face.

Its so familiar. Like watching her own children.

Where are her children?

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Whoever raised these siblings did a marvellous job. Seeing that she had been separated from her family in the crash, the pack insisted on helping her find them.

The boys hold her things while the girls walk on either side of her, supporting her sore knee.

Violet thinks she would like to meet their mother. Such kind people these six are.

They're also rather entertaining. She bites her cheek to stop herself from laughing too loudly at their antics and conversation. She wishes her children were here.

Eloise would quite like Sansa. As would Daphne. Arya would likely hit it off with Gregory and Colin. Robb and Jon quite remind her of Anthony and Benedict. Francesca and Bran seem like they'd have a lengthy silent conversation. Rickon and Hyacinth could--oh there's her family!

Introductions are made and Violet smiles as she sees she was quite right with her predictions. Her children and the other children seem to get along quite nicely.

Unfortunately they take up the whole road now. All fourteen of them. Eight of them hers. Four boys. Four girls. Dark, brown... and red hair.

The other. Six. Four boys. Two girls. Dark. Brown. And red hair. Six...

Violet Bridgerton is not one for tears in public. Just this once, though, she'll allow herself this grace. For how could she not cry?

Her children are all finally here.

Catelyn Stark has remembered her children's names and faces.

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Some fun mistakes I have made these past few years

I heard the Boots poem by Rudyard Kipling but never read it until recently. And it's that old creepy version that was used in the 28 Days Later movie.

"Try - Try - Try - to think of something different" is the actual line. What I heard:

"Cry-Cry-Cry- think of something different. (and then add in the next line)

Oh. My. God. Keep me from going lunatic."

So I thought the poem was even worse than it was. That crying would be your saving grace, as it muffled the sound of the boots. Or that you must think of something different before your cries consume you.

Another mistake I made was misheard the lyrics from Get in the Water (from Epic the musical). Actual lyrics: Don't mistake my threats for bluff

What I heard: Don't mistake my threats for love

I thought this was Poseidon making it truly known that he has no affection or favour towards Odysseus! Cause sometimes in mythology gods are aholes but do like you/respect you. Poseidon is not like Zues. He is not like Ares. He is nothing like Athena. His threats are real. There is no winning him over.

Final mistake I made was the biggest one and that was thinking that Ruth Gemmell, Lady Violet Bridgerton, was the same actress who played Catelyn Stark! SHES NOT! ITS MICHELLE FAIRLEY! IDK WHY I THOUGHT THAT

And bc of that I created a whole ass Game of Thrones reincarnation au! where Catelyn was reborn as Violet in Bridgerton! Has her army of Bridgertons! And over the span of like a month, she regains her past memories before finding all her Stark babies. At once. While with her Bridgerton babies. Said Stark babies wandered the ton lost and confused, as they had each been transported here after their death.

Shennagins ensue as her first batch of babies are like "mother your alive, what is this place, why are you called Lady Bridgerton??" while her second batch of babies are "who the fek are you? why are you calling our mamá 'mother'?? Back off, you quacks!" idk

And Violet/Catelyn is just trying to manage her fourteen children.

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You look like a mom.

A very direct and simple sentence. This was a comment made to me several moons ago. I remember the encounter perfectly.

It was inside the youngling centre. Roughly 15 minutes to closing. There were three young left and two being picked up. The smallest was being aided by its birth giver, the eldest stood by and watched as I and the other teachers got ready to close.

I had just thrown on my furs so as to prepare for the planet’s harsh winter night.

“You look like a mom.” She said.

It was so matter of fact. As if she was commenting on the brightness of a moon. It induced the most perplexing feelings I had ever experienced. Strong enough that her birth giver could very plainly read it on my snout.

“I’d take that as a compliment,” the female smiled. “In my experience it means that you have a wonderful glow.” I could tell from her tone that she was joking.

The little cluster left and soon so did the remaining young. I parted with my colleagues.

You look like a mom…I look like. A mom. I still don’t understand why the youngling thought that. I understand that her species are one of many that can form attachments with anyone or anything. I understand that I am good at this part time job. I understand that she understands that we look completely different than one another.

So what made her say that?

Kim would make sense. My colleague came to mind as I thought about what a mom ‘looks’ like. She is the same species, is female, and is caring.

I had tried asking Max as we are both male and so he should have had the answer. He was no help. As soon as I came in the next shift I saw that he would be no help. He too is called mom. I watched my colleagues. I saw that for the most part they are called the parental title of their respective gender. Max is called ‘mom’ more often than Kim is called ‘dad’. I know that it is always a mistake no matter what title is used. It is spilled from the human young’s mouth.

I watch some more but still do not understand why I look like a mom.

The elder younglings have joined us again. The young human female comes up to me asks for help to retrieve a game for her. I lightly toss the board game as a way to amuse her. I lightly toss her as well for good measure. She squeals and bears her blunt fangs at me. I frill up my feathers.

I ask her if I still look like a mom. She says yes as she takes my talon with her soft hand. I still don’t understand but that is okay. I feel that one day I will.

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fire magic but the self taught fire user only figured out one way to start/summon it: snapping their fingers.

If you wanna be extra they're one of those people who can only snap with their dominant hand (me).

so many shenanigans can and will happen bc of this. Your fingers can't be wet or greasy or clammy if you want to snap your fingers. Also they can't be covered, them fingers gotta be nude if you want that fire

Fighting in the rain would be such a pain in the ass. Eating fatty/greasy/messy things can be a gamble when out on the road, say goodbye to that freshly caught rabbit or juicy berries and hello to nuts. Cold as shit outside in the north but you need them naked fingers if you wanna blowtorch that frost troll.

the growing dread in your gut as you keep trying and trying to snap with your non-dominant hand but its just tiny sparks. Gritting your teeth as you try to force your broken fingers to snap.

the feeling of euphoria as you realize that you basically invent a magical flamethrower by blowing on the sparks you make in your hands.

[virgoasf]

[curlsandstems]

I need this.

[poni1kenobi-deactivated20250915]

Reblogged last year, hoping it comes this year

[dat2ndaccount97]

Fingers crossed!

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I SAW THE END CREDITS OF EPISODE 11 OF THE FINAL MHA SEASON AND I FEEL SEEN!! ITS CANON!! AOYAMA AND TORU WORK TOGETHER! HE'S HER SIDEKICK AND MAKES HER SHINE

I feel like that one girl who made the Alastor and Emily ship during season 1 of Hazbin Hotel. And then years later they not only finally interact but Emily saves Alastor.

I have been blessed as a rarepair shipper.

sidenote tho. I really do like this as I feel like it comes full circle in a way. Toru was the one to find out the truth about him and now Toru is the one to give him a helping hand in getting back into the pro hero world. Not only that but she must have been one of the ones Aoyama felt most comfortable talking to about this, either most comfortable asking for help or accepting that help. Probably accepting as I don't really see him asking for a job but rather just making it known that he's ready to make a debut. also I say one of the ones since I'm certain Deku would've been a option if he had gotten his suit sooner or Aoyama debuted later.

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I finally found a fic after nearly 11 years. We did it 12 year old me. We found it again.

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Fionna and Cake shows that there are like a million different dimensions out there. Marshall Lee has mommy issues. Marceline had a great mom who is long dead. The show has shown us just how crazy the world can be because of a single change.

I mix this all together and give you all world where Marceline's mom Elise is alive. Not just that but Marshall Lee meets her bc I don't know he and Gary stumbled into the multiverse with Fionna by accident/purpose.

The group explores the dimension they've stumbled into, a city in ruins. Similar to another dimension Fionna and Cake have been to but different--this one has the sun uncovered and vampires aren't crawling everywhere. There are however zombie like humanoids with green slime oozing out of their mouths and eyes.

Fighting begins, Gary and Marshall Lee stay out of the way but its not enough as some of the oozers are drawn to them. The boyfriends run and Marshal Lee decides to act as a decoy and lead them away from Gary.

Running through the ruined city he sees more and more oozers appear, drawn by the noise, and give chase after him. Soon the young man is cornered in an alleyway

Armed with the top half of a metal sign he prepares himself when someone pops open the manhole under him and pulls him under.

The musician's savior is a sickly looking woman with grey ashy skin. She scolds him for being so stupid. Who in their right mind wander the streets out in the open like that? Where is his weapon? That stop sign wouldn't do much. Where's his supplies? His group? Does he have a death wish??

The bicker until it comes clear to the woman that the boy she saved is too clueless to be left alone. She'll take him to her home for now. There he can be given a proper weapon and some supplies.

during the walk to the woman's home and suppling Marshall Lee the two fall into a comfortable conversation. They have some things in common. They bond over music. After being supplied it and asked where he would like to be dropped off at becomes clear to the two that Marshal has no where to go. He has no way of contacting Gary or Fionna, he has no way of getting back home, he's stranded.

That's how Elise declares that she'll take care of him till they can find his friends.

Over their time together they form a rather quick friendship. It's surprising but they each feel quite comfortable with the other. Elise admits after staring at him for too long that Marshal reminds her of her daughter. Marshall says that it must be lucky to be her kid and have such an amazing mom.

He retracts that statement after assuming she's dead, since that the entire time he's been with Elise this is the first mention of her. She says that it's alright and that her daughter is...alive. But not well. She's...on a difficult path right now.

More time passes more bonding is done. One day Elise collapses. Starvation. Marshall tries to feed her but nothing is staying down and that's when he finally notices the puncture marks on the woman's neck.

Elise is needs red but she hasn't found anything red for weeks, her daughter should've been back by now with some but she's late...

Marshall tries to give her some of his blood, insisting that its the least he can do, both out of basic human decency and because she's done so much for him. She refuses. She's afraid. She doesn't want to be like her daughter.

Who bursts in through the ceiling in the form of a giant bat monster with Fionna and Cake trying to wrestle Gary from her grasp. Giant bat monster turns into a disheveled Marceline who cheers loudly and proudly--finally her mom is drinking the real stuff! Finally this should help her fully turn! No more will the sickness plague her!!

Many dots are connected right then. Why Elise's home is so well stocked and safe. Why she refuses to let Marshall go out alone unless its during the day. Why he's seen vampires, monsters, and other humans steer clear of this place.

The Blood Collector he's heard about from other humans in this world is Elise's daughter.

Another version of himself.

Elise is the other version of his deceased father.

so my idea here is that Elise didn't do as good of a job of hiding her illness which makes Marceline driven to care for her and cure her.

Considering we don't see Marshall's dad I assume that what Elise has is terminal so no medicine would have cured her. But a vampire bite? That could work and Marceline is willing to try anything.

First she gets bit herself to ensure its safe and once she's got the hang of it she bites her mom. It doesn't really work. Elise is better but she doesn't have that special healing factor which mean the illness is still present. Better, a lot better, but still there.

This makes Elise require more red/blood. I also head canon that blood is more filling/nourishing than red. So while Elise can survive on red she would have an easier time if she drank blood instead.

Marceline started out only drinking red but switched to blood either for that very reason or out a rage induced feeding on some sucker who tried to stake Elise. Marceline keeps the vampire population under control bc she's smart and bc of the hierarchy a lot of them try to pick of weak vampires like Elise. She also makes deals with human settlements. Protection for blood. Hence the title , The Blood Collector.

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This sounds sick! And it’d give us a new Apocalypse Marceline fit. But, how old is Marcy when she gets bit in this dimension? Her mom died when she was like, six to eight. So Elise survives for a little longer?

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I made this at like 1AM so I didn't really think of that o_o ....SO LETS ADD TO THAT!

I love the concept of kids with strong powers and abilities because it is a terrifying concept to me. A child having a tantrum can be violent enough but a child who can transform into a giant bat monster? Bodies.

But I do think that Elise would have lived a bit longer if she could have rested and received some care. So with Marceline caring for her mom in this world I say she doesn't turn to vampirism until she's like 8-10. When it's clear that no amount of medicine will Elise.

So we got a 8-10 year old Marceline with most of the same powers and abilities as the og timeline Marceline. Fuuuunn....