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james bond x ninth doctor call that bondingtime
đ©” THE CHAMELEON đ©”
BI-HAN x B!F WIFE READER W/ FRIENDS
Summary: Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Johnny, Kung Lao, Kenshin, Liu Kang, Raiden are playing a game you brought from home for them to try. You believed they would have fun
Tags: Drama, competition, comedy, death-threat, fun & games
A/N: You thought it was a funny and bad idea
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You had your husband and friends sitting at a round table in the dining hall. You brought over a box that said âCHAMELEONâ on it.
You made yourself comfortable on your husbandâs lap. Tying your locs up in a bun, so it wonât be in his face. Because standing all day with a big pregnant belly was straining.
Dp x Dc writing idea
So Iâve seen a few that revolve around body swaps so angst ideaâŠ
Danny has been held captive in GIW compound for a while and is kinda losing hope a bit. He comes back after a brutal experiment and is just laying in his cell talking to the other ghosts in the cells around him to keep his mind off the blood slowly leaving his body. Starts talking about his life before the Fentons, his Mother and brother and the League. He makes the off handed comment of âyou know I really miss my twin, I wish I could see him one last timeâ and of course Desiree a few cells down hears this wish and thinks, well this is a great way to get out of here if I spin this right. She snaps her fingers and Danny blinks.
Next thing he knows heâs sitting at a dining table with a nice half-eaten meal in front of him. The fork clatters on the table as he drops it. The rest of the table looks at him.
âWhat?â He tries to process what is happening.
âDamian?â
Holy shit, is that Father? Wait- Did he just say Damian? Danny lunges toward the closest reflective surface he sees, a serving plate, and tosses food across the table as he lifts it to see his reflection. Yep, thatâs Damianâs face last time he remembered.
âWhat is your problem, Demon Brat?â A guy a little older shouts.
âFuck.â The whole table freezes and stares at him with wide eyes. He doesnât even care as the panic sets in. âFuck, shit, fuck, motherfucking, oh my- FUCK!â
The server makes an awful sound as it drops back to the table.
âNo. No no no no- fuck! This wasnât supposed to happen. This isnât what I wanted.â
ââŠWhatâs happened?â Father asks slowly, obviously noticing that he isnât Damian.
Danny zeroes in on him, eyes wide with panic. His hand shoots out to grab Bruce Wayneâs shirt in urgency. The rest of the table react in defense until Bruce raises a hand to stop them.
âFather, we need to save Damian. Desiree fucked with my wish and switched our bodies. We have to go.â
The man stares back with confusion and contemplation.
âWho is Desiree?â
âSheâs a genie. She was captured, same as me. She has to grant any wish she hears, but Damian doesnât know that. We need to go rescue him and make Desiree change us back.â
âWho are you?â
Danny huffs because they were wasting time with all these questions. Damian is surely hurting in Dannyâs body.
âDanny. Formally Danyal Al Ghul. Damianâs twin brother. And heâs probably in a lot of pain right now so if we could go that would be great.â
There is a stunned silent until Danny starts pulling on Fatherâs arm to stand and get moving.
âLike now.â
Piorun vel Perun
Canon EOS 6D, 35mm F1.4 DG HSM | Art 012
[EN] I wonât lie â itâs impossible not to show the dog. Today, Iâm breaking my own rules when it comes to choosing photos for the blog. Instead of a single frame, Iâm posting several. All of them feature the same main character: our new puppy.
Perun. Black as coal, playful, curious, still a bit clumsy. But already part of our everyday life.
I know itâs a departure from the usual format. But sometimes, you just have to give in to joy.
Here he is. All the best.
[PL] Nie bÄdÄ siÄ oszukiwaĆ â nie da siÄ nie pokazaÄ psa. DziĆ ĆamiÄ wĆasne zasady dotyczÄ ce wyboru zdjÄÄ na bloga. Zamiast jednego kadru, wrzucam kilka. Wszystkie w roli gĆĂłwnej majÄ tego samego bohatera: naszego nowego szczeniaka.
Perun. Czarny jak smoĆa, rozbrykany, ciekawski, jeszcze trochÄ nieporadny. Ale juĆŒ czÄĆÄ naszej codziennoĆci.
Wiem, ĆŒe to odstÄpstwo od przyjÄtej formy. Ale sÄ chwile, kiedy trzeba po prostu poddaÄ siÄ radoĆci.
Oto i on. Pozdrawiam.
Surf and Turf
Steak and lobster are the perfect combination. Together, they provide a fantastic combination deserving of a special treat.
âI realized very early the power of food to evoke memory, to bring people together, to transport you to other places, and I wanted to be a part of that.â â JosĂ© AndrĂ©s Puerta
Get ready made meals prepared by real chefs delivered with Factor! Weekly meal plans â Keto â Vegan & Veggie â Calorie Smart â Protein Plus
My boyfriend tried to teach me to crochetâŠ
It failed
I tried to teach my boyfriend to sewâŠ
It failed
So now he crochets and I sew it together and itâs become bonding time lol
HOW HAVE YOU BEEN???? YOU BEEN GONE FOR YEARS! (Or what feels like years)
Iâm great! Thanks for asking :)) how are you? I hope youâre doing well and taking care of yourself â€ïžâ€ïž
So happy to finally be posting part 2 of Sparkles! Itâs been sitting in the drafts for awhile now. You know that feeling when you draw something and you feel like the proportions are slightly off but you canât tell where? Yeah, thatâs basically how I felt about this chapter for the longest time đ I eventually just had to scrap and rewrite most of it
Unfortunately, Iâm still not consistently on tumblr. Iâm pretty busy with a lot of other responsibilities that take priority over writing fanfics, no matter how much I enjoy them. Also, I want my writing to be more than halfway decent when I post it, not something I wrote sleep deprived at 3am đđ Although the updates are pretty slow, know that I donât plan on dropping any of my fics!
Thank you for reading my story :) I hope you enjoy what comes next as much as I enjoyed planning it out đ Get ready for some awkward bonding time between reader and Aoânung đ
Take care sweetheart! âșïžâșïž
The Madrigals with puppets pt 8
Isabela: I don't understand my emotions. I want to strangle Mirabel and pluck all her hair out but at the same time I want to protect her and make sure she's safe! You feel me?
Pepita: mhm, and how do you think she feels?
Isabela: probably horrible... I didn't really treat her like a sister would
Pepita: mhm, and?
Isabela: I want to apologize, I really do! But I'm not sure how. No! I know how to apologize, but I don't know how I'll apologize...
Pepita: you're sister loves you you know?
Isabela: I know. I don't know what happened. One day we were happily playing around and doing stuff together but now we constantly have this feeling of shredding each other apart! I don't know what went wrong
Pepita: have you been communicating with your sister?
Isabela: no. I don't know how. I mean what are we going to talk abt? We know nothing about each other!
Pepita:
Pepita: you know sobrina, when I was little I really hated Julieta
Isabela: what?
Pepita: yeah, I hated her. She was never mean to me or our little brother. Actually she was the nicest! But that made me hate her more. Everyone loved her because she can heal people, while me and Bru- brother... got told off whenever I fail to water the crops and when his visions don't please the people
Pepita: she was the favourite. The golden child. Like you. She never got mad, she never picked sides and she was always there for us. And of course, she was mama's favourite.
Pepita: no matter how hard me and my brother would work, your abuela only saw the mistakes we made. And sometimes I'd wish it was just me and my brother. No triplets, just twins.
Pepita: but I talked to her. Being the eldest puts alot of pressure on you, and I know. But sometimes, talking to your sister isn't so bad. It can start as simple as how the ants form a line to ending up with tears as you two get to know each other.
Pepita: listen to me, you and Mirabel are sisters. That would never change. You have each other's backs. My definitely professional advice is that you and her should spend some time together. Trust me, I have a PhD I got from Camilo.
Isabela: thanks Pepita
Pepa: come here and give me a hug